I'm making this post now because I just got home from my weekly piano lesson and needed to vent frustration NOW, before I say something to someone that I'll regret later. Both my parents (and one of my brothers) smoke. Fairly heavily at that. They do it outside, not in the house, which is thoughtful of them. But it becomes fucking unbearable when they do it in the car. Which they do. Alot. And today, on the way home from that trip, mum asks me to get her ciggarettes out and her lighter from the bag. Yea, safeguarding your kids from picking up your habits gets kicked in the head somewhere there. So I do, and she lights it up, and after about 20 agonising seconds she rolls down her window slightly. And when I push my nose under my jumper, to muffle the smell just so little, she complains. "Don't do that. I know you don't like it, but to bad." FUCK YOU. I don't like it because IT KILLED MY FRIEND IN CASE YOU'D FORGOTTEN. I DO NOT WANT IT TO KILL ME EITHER. She goes on"Smoke rises so it goes out the window anyway." FUCKING IDIOT. The window is not the highest point in the car. THE AREA JUST ABOVE OUR HEADS IS YOU IDIOT. The smoke does not go out the window WHEN YOU HOLD THE CIGGARETTE JUST ABOVE MY FUCKING LAP. You berate me for not checking for cars on our home street, which is always fucking empty, because it is dangerous. LYING DOWN AND GOING TO SLEEP ON THAT ROAD IS LESS DANGEROUS THEN TAKING ONE OF YOUR FUCKING THINGS, OF WHICH YOU GO THROUGH 4 PACKS A WEEK.
I do not care if you people want to slowly kill yourselves and claim it is a stress relief. I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU FREAKS, BUT HASTENING MY DEATH IS NOT A RELIEF TO STRESS. DO NOT DRAG ME TO THE GRAVE WITH YOUR SICK HABBITS.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Colors.
I just know that I'm never going to be satisfied with the colorscheme, and that every time I come here I'll end up spending more time fiddling with it then I do making a post, but thats more my fault then anyone elses.
Today's post is more in honor of me setting up shifts for work at mcdonalds then anything else. It's in footscray, true, which is meant to be like, where druggies go when they've hit rock bottom for druggies, but hey, I live there too, and I walk past a partly demolished pub (Well, a truck drove into it, but it still did a fair bit of damage) that is used by squatters and whore's. I can deal with serving these people dinner. Plus, my most super awesomeest friend every, Lucky, works their, and I'm amazingly glad I'll get to see her more often again, since after she got to old for band our only regular contact has been through the web. And I have a feeling that me getting the job after months of downtime is due to more then a little intervention on her part, and she's already helped me so much with it that I am grateful enough to kiss her, were she in the same room as me and were I not crippling shy in RL social events.
that seems to short for a blog post. Bugger me. Well, I was feeling all proud for restarting this thing, then I looked at it and it said "Last post 5 days ago!" like some horrible accusation. That reminded me not to let it die quiet so quickly this time, so I'll try to be nice and ramble for a few more occassion yet. I mean, ideally I wouldn't be such a lazy bastard and would update it to a schedule of some kind, but fuck, I'm not Yahtzee, this isn't fullyramblomatic and I am in possession of a little thing called an attention span. I mean a little thing when I say it folks.
Final thoughts; My brother has now got more of his tattoo done. Hm, this is going to more then a fleeting final thought kiddies. Its a coy? fish, or something. Japanese, he says it symbolishes strength and endurance. I say it symbolises forgienness, and combined with the southern cross on his shoulderblades it symbolises stupidity. Then he hits me. It hurts. Theres still like 3 more sessions before it is finished, to get all the color in. He already has The previously mentioned southern cross, his year of conception on his foot (Yea, makes plenty of sense.), and a man with a lawmower just above his groin. Okay, that one is amusing. I think the tattoos are a foolish thing to get now, more because supposedly later on he'll think about what a dick move it was, but hey, it's his skin, not mine. Okay, I'm done. No one is allowed to implode, as that'll be how I die, okay?
Today's post is more in honor of me setting up shifts for work at mcdonalds then anything else. It's in footscray, true, which is meant to be like, where druggies go when they've hit rock bottom for druggies, but hey, I live there too, and I walk past a partly demolished pub (Well, a truck drove into it, but it still did a fair bit of damage) that is used by squatters and whore's. I can deal with serving these people dinner. Plus, my most super awesomeest friend every, Lucky, works their, and I'm amazingly glad I'll get to see her more often again, since after she got to old for band our only regular contact has been through the web. And I have a feeling that me getting the job after months of downtime is due to more then a little intervention on her part, and she's already helped me so much with it that I am grateful enough to kiss her, were she in the same room as me and were I not crippling shy in RL social events.
that seems to short for a blog post. Bugger me. Well, I was feeling all proud for restarting this thing, then I looked at it and it said "Last post 5 days ago!" like some horrible accusation. That reminded me not to let it die quiet so quickly this time, so I'll try to be nice and ramble for a few more occassion yet. I mean, ideally I wouldn't be such a lazy bastard and would update it to a schedule of some kind, but fuck, I'm not Yahtzee, this isn't fullyramblomatic and I am in possession of a little thing called an attention span. I mean a little thing when I say it folks.
Final thoughts; My brother has now got more of his tattoo done. Hm, this is going to more then a fleeting final thought kiddies. Its a coy? fish, or something. Japanese, he says it symbolishes strength and endurance. I say it symbolises forgienness, and combined with the southern cross on his shoulderblades it symbolises stupidity. Then he hits me. It hurts. Theres still like 3 more sessions before it is finished, to get all the color in. He already has The previously mentioned southern cross, his year of conception on his foot (Yea, makes plenty of sense.), and a man with a lawmower just above his groin. Okay, that one is amusing. I think the tattoos are a foolish thing to get now, more because supposedly later on he'll think about what a dick move it was, but hey, it's his skin, not mine. Okay, I'm done. No one is allowed to implode, as that'll be how I die, okay?
Thursday, October 9, 2008
This is the area that scares me.
Making up a title is harder then writing the blog, damnit. *ahem.* Er ... Blame Aleatz again. Seeing her ubdate so often like a little busy person made me feel lazy, and being bored overcame lazyness and resulted in this. I won't make any promises I can't keep this time, so I'll may update again after this one. Anyway, another reason I didn't update was my layout looks shit and I suck to bad to find a new one. Maybe, now that I've gone and said it like that. ... Perhaps.
Well, I have nothing to write about now, but I figured a topic would come to mind after I started. And it did, sorta. Glasses. See, I wear glasses (and if you didn't know this I must ask where your brain is), and I like them. They're efficent, good at what they do and generally only cause me pain on really hot or really cold days, when the metal hot/cold burns the sides of my head. Other then that though, they're good little chaps. However, I do have a fair few pet peeves with glasses in general, which, since I'm like that, I'll share with you.
1) Dirt. Not dirt from the ground dirt, but mess nonetheless. My eyes, being fucked up and a can of soup besides, need fucking massive glasses. I mean, ground, compressed and still bigger then what your nanna wears massive. So they sit on top of my nose. Too low and they flop right off. Meaning every single time I blink, it leaves a smear. Being blind and also used to it, I don't notice them, but other people do, and constantly complain about my glasses being "dirty." One memoriable teacher from primary school said that I must smush them up in my weetbix every morning to get them so bad. (Oh yes, sir, I haven't forgotten. And the lego set you confiscated, AKA stole? Oh, I remember. I remember it all.) So, I feel the need to clean them often. You know how many blinks it takes for them to get messy again? I do. I counted. 1. 1 blink, and were back where we started.
2) Nerd. Why is it that because I wear glasses I'm instantly labeled nerd? Oh, I know theres countless other things, like body posture, speech mannerisms, facial expressions, blah de blah, but its the glasses that seal the deal. I know. For the 4 months I wore contacts, I was the cats pajamas. With strangers at least, who'd never met me before and thus didn't know of my prolific knowledge on the subject of everything and your mum. So glasses get me labeled as a nerd, and getting labeled as a nerd gets me, for lack of a more pathetic term, bullied. I hate that term. It makes it sound like bullying is something successful, something that does in fact make me scared to go to school and see my "oppressors" who "make my life hell." HAHAHAHAHA. I relish in their "tormet." One kid in particular, until recently (Beware, a tanget develops!). a fat one. I say that as a understatment. This kid is ... morbidly obese. And to top it off, he's in year 7. thats right, an oversized year 7 is "bullying" a year 11. He tried so hard, too. But he screwed up bad. Most of you may not no this, but three weeks ago on thursday we put my dog down. That was the day before school holidays. The next day, fatty followed me home. He had the audacity to stalk me. When I got of the train station near my house, I made it clear to him not to try it again. In short, I grabbed him by the throat, pushed him up against the wall, and held him their until he was purple and crying. I'm not a violent person, but bugger me if I'm going to roll over and take shit like that from crap like him. Thats not the end of the story though; in short, at the start of this term he saw me and said (Quiet visible bruised around the neck and standing out of arms reach. Like it would help his lard ass.) That his "friends" were going to beat me up. I reminded him I lived in Footscray (Think ratty, then double it. To get to the train station I walk past a pub that closed down and is now home to some not so friendly squatters.) and that if any of them tried something I'd kill them. Oh, and I punched him in the face, too. Since then I've been carrying around a chair leg (Hollow metal pole, bassically) in my bag, just in case. More on it, should it develop. (Backing up a few kilometres.)
3) Taking. What is with people taking my glasses and trying them on? It pisses me off. Sitting there, minding my own bussiness, and suddenly a hand reaches from the ether of my peripheral vision and yanks them off my face. Then some hooting voice asks how they look with them on, says I must be really blind because the glasses are so fuzzy for them, and then complains about having a headache because of them and blames me for it. sigh.
4) They caused me to write a list on a blog I hadn't updated in 4 months. See how many reasons I have?
Eh, I'm done saying stuff for now. Blah blah blah, glasses are practical but sometimes annoying, fat year 7's pushed me past my breaking point, I have a chair leg in my bag, my socks smell funny. Bye for now.
Well, I have nothing to write about now, but I figured a topic would come to mind after I started. And it did, sorta. Glasses. See, I wear glasses (and if you didn't know this I must ask where your brain is), and I like them. They're efficent, good at what they do and generally only cause me pain on really hot or really cold days, when the metal hot/cold burns the sides of my head. Other then that though, they're good little chaps. However, I do have a fair few pet peeves with glasses in general, which, since I'm like that, I'll share with you.
1) Dirt. Not dirt from the ground dirt, but mess nonetheless. My eyes, being fucked up and a can of soup besides, need fucking massive glasses. I mean, ground, compressed and still bigger then what your nanna wears massive. So they sit on top of my nose. Too low and they flop right off. Meaning every single time I blink, it leaves a smear. Being blind and also used to it, I don't notice them, but other people do, and constantly complain about my glasses being "dirty." One memoriable teacher from primary school said that I must smush them up in my weetbix every morning to get them so bad. (Oh yes, sir, I haven't forgotten. And the lego set you confiscated, AKA stole? Oh, I remember. I remember it all.) So, I feel the need to clean them often. You know how many blinks it takes for them to get messy again? I do. I counted. 1. 1 blink, and were back where we started.
2) Nerd. Why is it that because I wear glasses I'm instantly labeled nerd? Oh, I know theres countless other things, like body posture, speech mannerisms, facial expressions, blah de blah, but its the glasses that seal the deal. I know. For the 4 months I wore contacts, I was the cats pajamas. With strangers at least, who'd never met me before and thus didn't know of my prolific knowledge on the subject of everything and your mum. So glasses get me labeled as a nerd, and getting labeled as a nerd gets me, for lack of a more pathetic term, bullied. I hate that term. It makes it sound like bullying is something successful, something that does in fact make me scared to go to school and see my "oppressors" who "make my life hell." HAHAHAHAHA. I relish in their "tormet." One kid in particular, until recently (Beware, a tanget develops!). a fat one. I say that as a understatment. This kid is ... morbidly obese. And to top it off, he's in year 7. thats right, an oversized year 7 is "bullying" a year 11. He tried so hard, too. But he screwed up bad. Most of you may not no this, but three weeks ago on thursday we put my dog down. That was the day before school holidays. The next day, fatty followed me home. He had the audacity to stalk me. When I got of the train station near my house, I made it clear to him not to try it again. In short, I grabbed him by the throat, pushed him up against the wall, and held him their until he was purple and crying. I'm not a violent person, but bugger me if I'm going to roll over and take shit like that from crap like him. Thats not the end of the story though; in short, at the start of this term he saw me and said (Quiet visible bruised around the neck and standing out of arms reach. Like it would help his lard ass.) That his "friends" were going to beat me up. I reminded him I lived in Footscray (Think ratty, then double it. To get to the train station I walk past a pub that closed down and is now home to some not so friendly squatters.) and that if any of them tried something I'd kill them. Oh, and I punched him in the face, too. Since then I've been carrying around a chair leg (Hollow metal pole, bassically) in my bag, just in case. More on it, should it develop. (Backing up a few kilometres.)
3) Taking. What is with people taking my glasses and trying them on? It pisses me off. Sitting there, minding my own bussiness, and suddenly a hand reaches from the ether of my peripheral vision and yanks them off my face. Then some hooting voice asks how they look with them on, says I must be really blind because the glasses are so fuzzy for them, and then complains about having a headache because of them and blames me for it. sigh.
4) They caused me to write a list on a blog I hadn't updated in 4 months. See how many reasons I have?
Eh, I'm done saying stuff for now. Blah blah blah, glasses are practical but sometimes annoying, fat year 7's pushed me past my breaking point, I have a chair leg in my bag, my socks smell funny. Bye for now.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Equinox is a very old, fairly simple game. It's split into two parts. On the overworld, you never actually battle, but instead go down the different entrances to the dungeons, or get into fights with big bat monsters and orges that look like gorillas and jump like cowboys on trampolines. In dungeons, you run around throwing various weapons and casting various spells at various enemies, to collect twelve shiny purple balls that will allow you to fight some form of boss that is very meanly using its spirit to block you from continuing your journey on the overworld, making the shape of a cloud with angry eyes on a birdge and utterly confident that you will never find and destroy its body, despite the fact that the last three bosses before it said the exact same thing.
Okay, I'm giving it a tough rap here; the graphics are clean (mostly), the music is nice (when it plays) and I love the adorable little scream your character makes when you walk him into a spiky ball, or get him run over by a ghost, or one of the many other dangers to a warrior as fragile as antique china teacups. Theres also a story, but only on the back of the box and at the end of the game. Supposedly your character dad got imprisioned by an evil witch who hates him or something, so it falls to you to save him and also the rest of the world for some undefined reason. Oh, and you have some harp and the first 5 bosses have all been bullies and stolen the strings, and you want them back, darn it!
At the beginning of the game, you have no weapons, no spells and no harp strings. So, you jump down the nearest dungeon hole and soon get a piddling throwing dagger, and a neat heal spell that you'll be using one hell of a lot throughout the game. Oh, and damage is a bit weird in this game; when you get hurt and your character does his little scream, he then explodes and his turban floats into the air. Then he appears back at the door of the room, with all your hard work their undone and his health half a ball smaller. You die quiet alot, and having to redo a room fall of twisters and blobs in particular can get hellaciously frustating, esspecially since all the magic you use before you die remains drained afters, resulting in several annoying forays back to the overworld so you can slaughter some innocent giant bats and get magic potions for your plundering.
The hazards in the game really have only 6 varietes, so here they are.
Gates; Grey things that lift up, then fall down. If an enemy is under it, it bounes up and down off their head with a metalic tink sound. If your under, you get adorable scream and flung back to die. Go figure.
Ghosts; These things float around, bouncing off walls and anything else in the room except you. Die quickly, but if there are several fast ones you can get overrun.
Guards; they're armoured all over except the back. They must have been hit by the greatest con artist/salesman to have walked the Equinox. fairly easy to kill, but some of the more advanced ones change direction randomly.
Twisters; Spin, spin, spin. Get dizzy and stop for a while. When paused, they're blucky, naked men with frog heads. When spinning, they're a coloured twister. They can be seriously annoying as they move faster then your characters lesiurely stroll pace, which is his only option. They also change direction lots. Throw things from a distance.
Blobs; Small, your weapons fly right over them. Wait till they jump to attack, or use Zap instead. Annoying.
Spiky balls of horror; Your greatest nemesis! Spiky balls of horror do not need to move, they are so awesome and mighty. Simply brushing an errant sleeve upon these results in a cataclysmic cream exactly like all the other times he does it, but somehow much worse. They lie in packs, or hide behind tall pillars snickering. Spiky balls of horror also clump underneath invisible platforms you must navigate, form small but unjump-overable walls to frustrate you and occasionally will lie at the end of a sliding floor, giggling as you helplessly fly towards it. More dangerous then any boss, as the Spiky ball of horror cannot die.
There are also some bosses, but most of their tactics are "lets slide around the floor using various projectiles and turn redder and redder as we get killed!". Spiky balls of horror far outclass them. Anyone, time for ratings!
Graphics: 7/10 Aside from some occasional graphic jumps (Your head suddenly getting bored of your shoulders and the like) it looks very neat. It also lost points for things being hard to determine as part of the forground or middleground. Do I jump to the left, or straight down? ... nope, it appears it should have been straight down.
Sound: 6/10 Frankly, it would have done much better if the dungeons were discounted. As you wander through them, its as if the music gets selfconcious, and it stops for anywhere between 10 seconds and half an hour. But boss battles sound cool, bats and ogres sound cool, when playing the dungeon music suits the mood, and sound effects like the afformentioned addorable scream, the metalic tink and also the "ping!" Whenever you eat an apple to see the word delicious appear are all cool.
Gameplay: 7/10 Ehh... its iffy. Very doom like, in a way. Red key! Blue key! White key! Greeeen keeeeey! Color coded keys, damnit! So its lots of exploring different rooms. But then theres weird fights between you and a giant collum made of different blocks, that becomes awesome when the last one grows swords to spin around with, the odd "You can only walk diagonal" thing and the assaults by spiky balls of horror. Depending on what you like, it could go to 4 or 9.
Replayability: 3/10 Well, you win. Cool. Want to explore everything? Nah, you already did while searching for the last of the 12 shiny purple orbs and a green key in the dungeons. Want to get the ultimate weapon? There isn't one, every weapon upgrade can just be thrown more often or flies faster through the air then the last. There are only 5 spells, 2 of which do the same thing. After you win, its a sign your done with the game. Pack it up and move on.
So, its an okay game. Good for wasting away 20-30 hours depending on how resolved you are before eventually giving up at the swamps or throwing your control through the screen at the "Spiky ball of horror end of game gathering party". Fun, I suppose. But in a non committed, "I'm content but not elated" sort of way. Not whee fun, but eh fun.
Okay, I'm giving it a tough rap here; the graphics are clean (mostly), the music is nice (when it plays) and I love the adorable little scream your character makes when you walk him into a spiky ball, or get him run over by a ghost, or one of the many other dangers to a warrior as fragile as antique china teacups. Theres also a story, but only on the back of the box and at the end of the game. Supposedly your character dad got imprisioned by an evil witch who hates him or something, so it falls to you to save him and also the rest of the world for some undefined reason. Oh, and you have some harp and the first 5 bosses have all been bullies and stolen the strings, and you want them back, darn it!
At the beginning of the game, you have no weapons, no spells and no harp strings. So, you jump down the nearest dungeon hole and soon get a piddling throwing dagger, and a neat heal spell that you'll be using one hell of a lot throughout the game. Oh, and damage is a bit weird in this game; when you get hurt and your character does his little scream, he then explodes and his turban floats into the air. Then he appears back at the door of the room, with all your hard work their undone and his health half a ball smaller. You die quiet alot, and having to redo a room fall of twisters and blobs in particular can get hellaciously frustating, esspecially since all the magic you use before you die remains drained afters, resulting in several annoying forays back to the overworld so you can slaughter some innocent giant bats and get magic potions for your plundering.
The hazards in the game really have only 6 varietes, so here they are.
Gates; Grey things that lift up, then fall down. If an enemy is under it, it bounes up and down off their head with a metalic tink sound. If your under, you get adorable scream and flung back to die. Go figure.
Ghosts; These things float around, bouncing off walls and anything else in the room except you. Die quickly, but if there are several fast ones you can get overrun.
Guards; they're armoured all over except the back. They must have been hit by the greatest con artist/salesman to have walked the Equinox. fairly easy to kill, but some of the more advanced ones change direction randomly.
Twisters; Spin, spin, spin. Get dizzy and stop for a while. When paused, they're blucky, naked men with frog heads. When spinning, they're a coloured twister. They can be seriously annoying as they move faster then your characters lesiurely stroll pace, which is his only option. They also change direction lots. Throw things from a distance.
Blobs; Small, your weapons fly right over them. Wait till they jump to attack, or use Zap instead. Annoying.
Spiky balls of horror; Your greatest nemesis! Spiky balls of horror do not need to move, they are so awesome and mighty. Simply brushing an errant sleeve upon these results in a cataclysmic cream exactly like all the other times he does it, but somehow much worse. They lie in packs, or hide behind tall pillars snickering. Spiky balls of horror also clump underneath invisible platforms you must navigate, form small but unjump-overable walls to frustrate you and occasionally will lie at the end of a sliding floor, giggling as you helplessly fly towards it. More dangerous then any boss, as the Spiky ball of horror cannot die.
There are also some bosses, but most of their tactics are "lets slide around the floor using various projectiles and turn redder and redder as we get killed!". Spiky balls of horror far outclass them. Anyone, time for ratings!
Graphics: 7/10 Aside from some occasional graphic jumps (Your head suddenly getting bored of your shoulders and the like) it looks very neat. It also lost points for things being hard to determine as part of the forground or middleground. Do I jump to the left, or straight down? ... nope, it appears it should have been straight down.
Sound: 6/10 Frankly, it would have done much better if the dungeons were discounted. As you wander through them, its as if the music gets selfconcious, and it stops for anywhere between 10 seconds and half an hour. But boss battles sound cool, bats and ogres sound cool, when playing the dungeon music suits the mood, and sound effects like the afformentioned addorable scream, the metalic tink and also the "ping!" Whenever you eat an apple to see the word delicious appear are all cool.
Gameplay: 7/10 Ehh... its iffy. Very doom like, in a way. Red key! Blue key! White key! Greeeen keeeeey! Color coded keys, damnit! So its lots of exploring different rooms. But then theres weird fights between you and a giant collum made of different blocks, that becomes awesome when the last one grows swords to spin around with, the odd "You can only walk diagonal" thing and the assaults by spiky balls of horror. Depending on what you like, it could go to 4 or 9.
Replayability: 3/10 Well, you win. Cool. Want to explore everything? Nah, you already did while searching for the last of the 12 shiny purple orbs and a green key in the dungeons. Want to get the ultimate weapon? There isn't one, every weapon upgrade can just be thrown more often or flies faster through the air then the last. There are only 5 spells, 2 of which do the same thing. After you win, its a sign your done with the game. Pack it up and move on.
So, its an okay game. Good for wasting away 20-30 hours depending on how resolved you are before eventually giving up at the swamps or throwing your control through the screen at the "Spiky ball of horror end of game gathering party". Fun, I suppose. But in a non committed, "I'm content but not elated" sort of way. Not whee fun, but eh fun.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Well, that dayily post scheme lasted ages. Hm. Propably shouldn't have tried setting that up when my home computer is a molten pile of crap. Expect to read that complaint alot until it is replaced. I have to deal with it, SO DO YOU! *cackles* Ahem. Well, maybe I'll just go for 5 a week. Possibly 4, depending on how lazy I get.
I can't think of what to write here, so I'll just go with whatever comes to mind. Right now I'm at school, on a very, very cold day. So I'll start with that. My school is called CBC, or Christian Brothers College if you like talking. Well, its a Jesus loving establishment, obviously, and the only reason I came here was because my brothers did. Given the choice, I'd have gone for Footscray city, which is much closer to home, has no uniform and is cheaper. My parents seem to think that larger class sizes mean its a terrible place, but if they had a day of lessons here I think I could go there. It's amusing actually, when I'm doing badly they threaten to send me there. Last time it happened I snapped and screamed at them to send me there, because my best friend went, and if they think she's going to end up working for a fast food joint for the rest of her life I'd be happy to do it beside her. Now they don't mention the place.
CBC is like most high schools; badly funded, crappy facilities, and some good teachers mixed in among a million bad. Its an all boys school, and of course for a nerd like me that can spell trouble. I'm lucky in that I have two older brothers with a penache for violence, I suppose. It keeps me fit enough to at least fight back against people trying to walk over me. Across the road from CBC is an all girls school, PCW. (Presentation college windsor.) In years 11 and 12 (VCE, here) students will go between schools so they can do their elected subjects without timetables clashing. I have half my subjects there. Other then the students, its a much better school then ours. Their lot is as bad as ours though.
Anyway, I think that consititutes a fair post. Now the bells going for home room. I'll leave you lot to your own devices. See you tommorow, or if I'm really bored, after school today.
I can't think of what to write here, so I'll just go with whatever comes to mind. Right now I'm at school, on a very, very cold day. So I'll start with that. My school is called CBC, or Christian Brothers College if you like talking. Well, its a Jesus loving establishment, obviously, and the only reason I came here was because my brothers did. Given the choice, I'd have gone for Footscray city, which is much closer to home, has no uniform and is cheaper. My parents seem to think that larger class sizes mean its a terrible place, but if they had a day of lessons here I think I could go there. It's amusing actually, when I'm doing badly they threaten to send me there. Last time it happened I snapped and screamed at them to send me there, because my best friend went, and if they think she's going to end up working for a fast food joint for the rest of her life I'd be happy to do it beside her. Now they don't mention the place.
CBC is like most high schools; badly funded, crappy facilities, and some good teachers mixed in among a million bad. Its an all boys school, and of course for a nerd like me that can spell trouble. I'm lucky in that I have two older brothers with a penache for violence, I suppose. It keeps me fit enough to at least fight back against people trying to walk over me. Across the road from CBC is an all girls school, PCW. (Presentation college windsor.) In years 11 and 12 (VCE, here) students will go between schools so they can do their elected subjects without timetables clashing. I have half my subjects there. Other then the students, its a much better school then ours. Their lot is as bad as ours though.
Anyway, I think that consititutes a fair post. Now the bells going for home room. I'll leave you lot to your own devices. See you tommorow, or if I'm really bored, after school today.
Friday, May 30, 2008
Why the Internet > Real life.
If after reading that title you don't understand what I'll be talking about, then you need to see your chiropractor. No, just trust me on this one. Seriously. Okay, good.
Now then, moving on to topics the rest of you can follow. Why is the internet better then real life. Plenty of points one can make here. So I'll do however many it takes for me to get bored then go eat some food, or something.
1) Arguements. In the internet, when you get into an arguement you can just close the window. And thats it. Everyones okay with that. "Oh, hes not replying. I can say I won that!" and so forth. Easy. But in real life, you gotta raise your voice, you need to stand up and move your arms like a crazy person, and you can't just leave. Whoever your argueing will follow you, to be a bitch.
2) Conversation. Online, its easy. Type something. To get emotions across, use emoticons. Shun all who say lol. No problem. In real life, you gotta use your voicebox, articulation, facial expressions, and blah blah blah. My fingers are in better shape then my face. Stands to reason I should let my fingers talk then.
3) PORN! Okay, thats obvious really. I was just seeing how many I could do before I needed to fall onto such a smutty joke. Welcome to my gutter. I hope you don't mind the walls.
4) Information. The internet is full of information. Who cares if some of its not legitimate? Most people have better things to do with their time then make up fake info and put it on the net, like update webblogs, bitch about other people and talk in 1337.
5) The people. On the internet, theres all the people you need. Morons, intellectual types, egocentric morons, little kids pretending to be adults, and a serious abundance of mentally challenged people who make up fake exam results to boast about when they start losing a debate. And again, if you don't like 'em, you close the window.
6) Games. So many of them to use. MMORPG's, point and clicks, adventure games, action, crappy horror, and a billion other genres too. Anyone can at least play one of them (except those of you with no fingers ... sorry 'bout that Carl) and its not exactly difficult to find them.
Well, I'm bored now. Maybe this'll become my thing. Lots of stupid lists. Seems simple enough, doesn't it. We'll see.
Now then, moving on to topics the rest of you can follow. Why is the internet better then real life. Plenty of points one can make here. So I'll do however many it takes for me to get bored then go eat some food, or something.
1) Arguements. In the internet, when you get into an arguement you can just close the window. And thats it. Everyones okay with that. "Oh, hes not replying. I can say I won that!" and so forth. Easy. But in real life, you gotta raise your voice, you need to stand up and move your arms like a crazy person, and you can't just leave. Whoever your argueing will follow you, to be a bitch.
2) Conversation. Online, its easy. Type something. To get emotions across, use emoticons. Shun all who say lol. No problem. In real life, you gotta use your voicebox, articulation, facial expressions, and blah blah blah. My fingers are in better shape then my face. Stands to reason I should let my fingers talk then.
3) PORN! Okay, thats obvious really. I was just seeing how many I could do before I needed to fall onto such a smutty joke. Welcome to my gutter. I hope you don't mind the walls.
4) Information. The internet is full of information. Who cares if some of its not legitimate? Most people have better things to do with their time then make up fake info and put it on the net, like update webblogs, bitch about other people and talk in 1337.
5) The people. On the internet, theres all the people you need. Morons, intellectual types, egocentric morons, little kids pretending to be adults, and a serious abundance of mentally challenged people who make up fake exam results to boast about when they start losing a debate. And again, if you don't like 'em, you close the window.
6) Games. So many of them to use. MMORPG's, point and clicks, adventure games, action, crappy horror, and a billion other genres too. Anyone can at least play one of them (except those of you with no fingers ... sorry 'bout that Carl) and its not exactly difficult to find them.
Well, I'm bored now. Maybe this'll become my thing. Lots of stupid lists. Seems simple enough, doesn't it. We'll see.
Blame Aleatz.
This first blog post is blame Aleatz. Why? Because its her fault. I was quiet happy to harbour my small dream of creating a blog in secret until I could afford my very own domain name, but no, she crushed that. By making her own. The selfish b*tch. >.> Then it became cool, and I just had to as well. When my own computer was a pile of molten crap stuck to a desk. Even better.
Well, first off, the usual crap done by an unusual person. I'm Amyler, 16 year old Aussie. Reading, writing, video games, other types of games, blah blah blah. I've done a little rock climbing and fencing, and lots of hockey. Good at piano. Medicore on tuba. Near blind in left eye, fuzzy in right. Glasses not contacts. Allergic to mosquito's, big time. My old nicknames include Two Crack, pp (Poor pirate), mini Milne and maniac. Broken bones 4 times, but been in hospital over 20. Never had a girlfriend, been kissed, or any of that crap. Terrible handwriting but passable drawing. Competent spriter. Clinically weird.
Okay, now that the super compressed introduction is completed, I'll get onto what this post is truely about. Blaming Aleatz! So, lets go through all the things I can blame on Aleatz, and why. Then, in fairnessess sake, we'll do some of the things I can't blame on her, and why.
1) Making me popular on the internet. Aleatz is one of the main reasons I didn't just drop of the internet for a week. If she hadn't been on FEW (My first forum that didn't have Luckydog on it) I doubt I'd have frequented there. But she was and I did. Now look at what happens. I'm on the computer at every concievable time and I've even conquered the internet. That pop up with Bill Gates said so. You might think this awesome. But I digress. Now, I'm pale. I used to be tan. Now, I'm chubby. Used to be fit. Now, my eyesites worse. My eyesites been getting worse since my eyes were created, but lets overlook that in favor of hate.
2) Turning me into a pet. Yea, I'm Aleatz's online pet. Apparently she thinks I'm a puppy or something. This used to be cool. Why? I was paid. Online money, of course, but currency none the less! Then it just stopped. Now, roughly 80 weeks later I still don't get no paychecks.
3) My birth. See, Aleatz radiates this thing known as "SAMG." (super awesome mega greatness.) SAMG is highly potent, and whenever Aleatz moves, SAMG flows from her into the universe, with an aproximate "who honestly knows" sized radius. And when you are caught in a SAMG radius, let me tell you, fornication IS the first thing on your mind. So, obviously, my parents were caught in her deadly SAMG radius, and were forced to build me, and my nefarious ways began.
Things I cannot blame Aleatz for.
1) Games never getting released in Australia. See, while SAMG is very potent, there are other forces, some even greater then SAMG. One that is in abundance in the gaming industry. This is called FUCC (frustratingly useless crazy coders.) While these people are not all coders, this is the afflicition in Australia's gaming scene. They are all apparently fucking useless. When we got rock band, I'll let you know. My point here is that SAMG is in no way a match for the dreaded FUCC.
2) everything else not previously mentioned. Except maybe wayward Ping pong balls.
Well, first off, the usual crap done by an unusual person. I'm Amyler, 16 year old Aussie. Reading, writing, video games, other types of games, blah blah blah. I've done a little rock climbing and fencing, and lots of hockey. Good at piano. Medicore on tuba. Near blind in left eye, fuzzy in right. Glasses not contacts. Allergic to mosquito's, big time. My old nicknames include Two Crack, pp (Poor pirate), mini Milne and maniac. Broken bones 4 times, but been in hospital over 20. Never had a girlfriend, been kissed, or any of that crap. Terrible handwriting but passable drawing. Competent spriter. Clinically weird.
Okay, now that the super compressed introduction is completed, I'll get onto what this post is truely about. Blaming Aleatz! So, lets go through all the things I can blame on Aleatz, and why. Then, in fairnessess sake, we'll do some of the things I can't blame on her, and why.
1) Making me popular on the internet. Aleatz is one of the main reasons I didn't just drop of the internet for a week. If she hadn't been on FEW (My first forum that didn't have Luckydog on it) I doubt I'd have frequented there. But she was and I did. Now look at what happens. I'm on the computer at every concievable time and I've even conquered the internet. That pop up with Bill Gates said so. You might think this awesome. But I digress. Now, I'm pale. I used to be tan. Now, I'm chubby. Used to be fit. Now, my eyesites worse. My eyesites been getting worse since my eyes were created, but lets overlook that in favor of hate.
2) Turning me into a pet. Yea, I'm Aleatz's online pet. Apparently she thinks I'm a puppy or something. This used to be cool. Why? I was paid. Online money, of course, but currency none the less! Then it just stopped. Now, roughly 80 weeks later I still don't get no paychecks.
3) My birth. See, Aleatz radiates this thing known as "SAMG." (super awesome mega greatness.) SAMG is highly potent, and whenever Aleatz moves, SAMG flows from her into the universe, with an aproximate "who honestly knows" sized radius. And when you are caught in a SAMG radius, let me tell you, fornication IS the first thing on your mind. So, obviously, my parents were caught in her deadly SAMG radius, and were forced to build me, and my nefarious ways began.
Things I cannot blame Aleatz for.
1) Games never getting released in Australia. See, while SAMG is very potent, there are other forces, some even greater then SAMG. One that is in abundance in the gaming industry. This is called FUCC (frustratingly useless crazy coders.) While these people are not all coders, this is the afflicition in Australia's gaming scene. They are all apparently fucking useless. When we got rock band, I'll let you know. My point here is that SAMG is in no way a match for the dreaded FUCC.
2) everything else not previously mentioned. Except maybe wayward Ping pong balls.
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