It's a school day. On top of that, we have activities that are about as interesting as watching ice melt. Which is only fun if you film it and then put it in fast-foward.
We had a class on learning things about computers I've known since I was old enough to hold a mouse, a logical-thinking treasure hunt, several classes of 'Feedback'... an all-round useless day, academically. It was kinda fun and all, but they might as well give us one big burst of knowledge before we take a month and a half off to forget everything we learned that year (And some of the things we knew beforehand).
I had a chat with my friend Ted about Allison... I'm going to see her this Thursday at the Davidson Awards for our School Drama. I'm still wondering if I should just keep it smooth and cool, or if I should just dive in and hope for the best. I don't think I can go through the entire holiday without seeing her, but if I ruin my chances, I might as well not see her.
I'm going to bed. Hopefully I'll think of something before the awards night.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Monday, December 11, 2006
December 11th, 2006
Howdy. Time for another post of boredom.
I had the day off school today. Mum and I were wondering if I had school tomorrow or not (Since classes had finished and activities start on Friday). She said that she would call the school at seven in the morning, and I woke up at nine-thirty. So I danced around all day listening to Aerosmith CDs way too loud. That's how you spell fun. Except the fact that 'Fun' has an 'F' in it.
I'll see you all tomorrow.
I had the day off school today. Mum and I were wondering if I had school tomorrow or not (Since classes had finished and activities start on Friday). She said that she would call the school at seven in the morning, and I woke up at nine-thirty. So I danced around all day listening to Aerosmith CDs way too loud. That's how you spell fun. Except the fact that 'Fun' has an 'F' in it.
I'll see you all tomorrow.
Sunday, December 10, 2006
December 9th-10th, 2006
Morning, all. Just a warning: Today’s entry’s going to be really boring. I didn’t do anything at all this weekend. It was WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY too hot. For those few foreign folk who don’t know what I’m taking about, 1,000 square kilometres of Victoria is on fire. The entire sky is smoke-grey, and it’s 38c outside.
So, I just sat around the house watching the fan spin around through the bottom of a bottle of soda. For fourteen hours. Now I’m tired.
So, I just sat around the house watching the fan spin around through the bottom of a bottle of soda. For fourteen hours. Now I’m tired.
Saturday, December 9, 2006
December 8th, 2006
Just another boring day, really. It was the last day of normal classes, and we just slacked off throughout the entire day. The teachers basically made us slack off, though. We played Poker in Math class with chips (Both the plasticy kind and the potatoey kind), threw a party in SOSE for no reason, had two hours of ‘War Ball’ and wandered around the library. Just about what happened yesterday, but with a little more running around, several more oversized foam balls, and a hint of intimidation.
I rented the new DOA game on the way home. It’s less of a volleyball game and more of a holiday simulator. There’s a waterslide, jetski races, three different hotels, flag races, a pool with several games (Including the pool-hopper) and about a zillion different swimsuits and accessories. Plus, my favourite part, the Camera Mode. You can happy snap almost everything in the game! It’s a lot of fun. The photojournalist inside me was in heaven.
It goes without saying I stayed up pretty late playing it. If by pretty late you mean until my eyes hurt. Which wasn’t really that long. Nightie-night.
I rented the new DOA game on the way home. It’s less of a volleyball game and more of a holiday simulator. There’s a waterslide, jetski races, three different hotels, flag races, a pool with several games (Including the pool-hopper) and about a zillion different swimsuits and accessories. Plus, my favourite part, the Camera Mode. You can happy snap almost everything in the game! It’s a lot of fun. The photojournalist inside me was in heaven.
It goes without saying I stayed up pretty late playing it. If by pretty late you mean until my eyes hurt. Which wasn’t really that long. Nightie-night.
Monday, December 4, 2006
December 5th-7th, 2006
Another day, another argument. The class-spanning war is still underway. All the guys are still against the girls, and the girls hate us, too. This might sound like a six-year old complaining about girls being gross… y’know, girl germs and all that. The reality is that our class has two groups, really. All the girls look out for each other, and all the guys are buddies. It’s like America versus Iraq. And we’re America. Go, Marines!
The biggest bump in the road today was the fact that the Funkytown Players audition has to be only two minutes long. And I’d already prepared my audition, too! Dang… now I’ll have to cut out half of it. Ah, well…
Unfortunately, later that day I was yelled at for swearing, and I got the Internet taken off me. So now I’ll have three days in a single entry. Great.
The next day was alright, I suppose. I had the whole day off to work on my audition. It was a curriculum day, or report writing day, or one of those days where all the teachers just have a day off the normal helter-skelter of classes filled with emos, punks, nerds and psychos. Nothing else interesting happened, just lunch and sleeping.
On December 7, on the other hand, it was Audition Day! Plus, my friends Red and Ted (And yes, I know, their names do rhyme) were singing the praises of the Nintendo Wii. It sounds alright, I suppose, but I’m not too fazed by it all. It looks like a bit of fun and all, but it’s so different that 3rd Party developers won’t be releasing anything on it.
Classes today were kind of odd. We watched Ice Age, then looked at clouds, then played No Limit Texas Hold Em’, surfed the net on every non-education site on the web, then looked around the library. I’m not making this up, that was all we did today. I’m not complaining, but couldn’t we be doing something useful, like writing something down?
But I’m getting off the real story here. I finally did my audition! I was the last one, and I ran through the whole thing without making a fatal mistake. I got a massive cheer at the end, and both of the teachers thought it was good. I think I’m in!
Well, I’m exhausted. I’m gonna hit the hay. That freaking hay, I hate it so much…
The biggest bump in the road today was the fact that the Funkytown Players audition has to be only two minutes long. And I’d already prepared my audition, too! Dang… now I’ll have to cut out half of it. Ah, well…
Unfortunately, later that day I was yelled at for swearing, and I got the Internet taken off me. So now I’ll have three days in a single entry. Great.
The next day was alright, I suppose. I had the whole day off to work on my audition. It was a curriculum day, or report writing day, or one of those days where all the teachers just have a day off the normal helter-skelter of classes filled with emos, punks, nerds and psychos. Nothing else interesting happened, just lunch and sleeping.
On December 7, on the other hand, it was Audition Day! Plus, my friends Red and Ted (And yes, I know, their names do rhyme) were singing the praises of the Nintendo Wii. It sounds alright, I suppose, but I’m not too fazed by it all. It looks like a bit of fun and all, but it’s so different that 3rd Party developers won’t be releasing anything on it.
Classes today were kind of odd. We watched Ice Age, then looked at clouds, then played No Limit Texas Hold Em’, surfed the net on every non-education site on the web, then looked around the library. I’m not making this up, that was all we did today. I’m not complaining, but couldn’t we be doing something useful, like writing something down?
But I’m getting off the real story here. I finally did my audition! I was the last one, and I ran through the whole thing without making a fatal mistake. I got a massive cheer at the end, and both of the teachers thought it was good. I think I’m in!
Well, I’m exhausted. I’m gonna hit the hay. That freaking hay, I hate it so much…
December 4th, 2006
Before Allison left school, I was always thinking about her. Now that she’s gone, I think about her and the fact I have to endure three months of endless torture before I get to see her again. I’m like a convict waiting for visitor’s day, so I can finally see my kids, or my family.
Is the entire universe taunting me? I just opened up iTunes, put on a shuffle mix, and one of the first songs was Aisle Ten, Hello Allison by Scapegoat Wax. On top of that, I have to go to school. School, my own little slice of heaven and hell rolled into a little ball. At least, it was. Now there’s no slice of heaven in sight.
And it turns out that my prediction was right. It was a bad day. As usual, my class had its routine crisis. Two of my buddies, Adrian and Ron, were in the middle of an all-out battle between two sides of the class. It’s a war between most of the guys and most of the girls. It really got started with Sha-Kala. Now, that’s her real name. For two reasons.
1: I can’t think of any other name even remotely like Sha-Kala
2: I wouldn’t be that fazed if anyone started stalking her
Anywho, Ron liked Sha-Kala, and when she rejected him and said that she liked Dink, one of his friends, the whole friendship got screwed around. (This is pure Blogger’s pay dirt!) Suffice it to say, the argument is still going. I’m mostly just throwing in a little Annoyance Grenade here and there. I don’t want to get b*tch slapped, so I try to ease it on. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen today. But all I did was poke her in the shoulder…
We started watching Titanic in English class, and our teacher keeps skipping all the good parts! (If you’ve seen Titanic, you’ll know which parts I mean) The worst part is, she puts a childish commentary on why she’s skipping them! For example, the scene in the car, she just says “And then they bought their first car…” Pfft… she’s just trying to protect us from what we’ve all seen before. Who hasn’t seen Titanic, anyway?
Nothing too interesting happened this afternoon, though. I just worked on my audition for the Elite Drama program at our school, the Funkytown Players. It’s a small part of Cameron Duncan’s monologue from his short film, DFK-6498. Fingers crossed I get in, because Allison’s in there, too! I might get to see her a lot more often…
Well, goodnight. I’ve got to get up early to go parasailing with movie stars.
Is the entire universe taunting me? I just opened up iTunes, put on a shuffle mix, and one of the first songs was Aisle Ten, Hello Allison by Scapegoat Wax. On top of that, I have to go to school. School, my own little slice of heaven and hell rolled into a little ball. At least, it was. Now there’s no slice of heaven in sight.
And it turns out that my prediction was right. It was a bad day. As usual, my class had its routine crisis. Two of my buddies, Adrian and Ron, were in the middle of an all-out battle between two sides of the class. It’s a war between most of the guys and most of the girls. It really got started with Sha-Kala. Now, that’s her real name. For two reasons.
1: I can’t think of any other name even remotely like Sha-Kala
2: I wouldn’t be that fazed if anyone started stalking her
Anywho, Ron liked Sha-Kala, and when she rejected him and said that she liked Dink, one of his friends, the whole friendship got screwed around. (This is pure Blogger’s pay dirt!) Suffice it to say, the argument is still going. I’m mostly just throwing in a little Annoyance Grenade here and there. I don’t want to get b*tch slapped, so I try to ease it on. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen today. But all I did was poke her in the shoulder…
We started watching Titanic in English class, and our teacher keeps skipping all the good parts! (If you’ve seen Titanic, you’ll know which parts I mean) The worst part is, she puts a childish commentary on why she’s skipping them! For example, the scene in the car, she just says “And then they bought their first car…” Pfft… she’s just trying to protect us from what we’ve all seen before. Who hasn’t seen Titanic, anyway?
Nothing too interesting happened this afternoon, though. I just worked on my audition for the Elite Drama program at our school, the Funkytown Players. It’s a small part of Cameron Duncan’s monologue from his short film, DFK-6498. Fingers crossed I get in, because Allison’s in there, too! I might get to see her a lot more often…
Well, goodnight. I’ve got to get up early to go parasailing with movie stars.
Sunday, December 3, 2006
December 3rd, 2006
After another night’s hellish sleep, I’m ready to tackle a new day. Even if this day does start with me waking up early, then no getting back to sleep until I get up. Too bad I woke up at five in the morning. I hate that.
After a quick breakfast, I had an entire day to kill. I’d finished my Christmas jobs, and I had nothing to do. So I watched Ghost In The Shell until I understood it. It’s one of those movies where the plot happens in a few minutes, all packed into one little conversation.
Then, for no reason other than boredom, I started a new novel. It’s a continuation of The Elder Scrolls called Gems. The name actually comes from the fact that my two main characters names are Diamond and Ruby. Since nothing else really interesting happened today, I might as well post a preview. See you all later!
Chapter One – Friends In Unlikely Places
Just like any other night, Diamond J. was sitting in his living area, drinking a bottle of Tamika’s Vintage 299 and reading A Dance In The Fire. It wasn’t much to read when you were drunk, but he always liked to have something with ink on it in his hand. He couldn’t help but think that the rumours spreading around Cheydinhal were true. After all, alcohol was one of the most powerful weapons against your mind, and Diamond did drink an awful lot of wine. Still, it seemed so unlike him to do something like this. He would be more likely to worship Daedric gods and kill innocents, even though he visited the Chapel Of Zenthar every morning. But Diamond was not one to trust what others say about him, and once someone like that can’t remember something, it might as well be written for a Moth Priest, or in Daedric letters.
After his bottle was as empty as a Dark Brother’s conscience, and knowing that nothing would come about just sitting around his house, Diamond donned his robes, strapped his dagger, as silver as the goblets sitting on his table, into his belt, safely fastened underneath the soft silk of his robe. Pulling the hood over his blond hair, he stepped into the raining streets. Cheydinhal was always under rainfall, with Lake Arrius so close by. He could have sworn that a mage was freezing the clouds above and melting them, pelting the roofs and cobbled pathways with cold water. But this made Cheydinhal Diamond’s perfect home. He always walked in the rain… if his face was wet enough, nobody would know he was crying.
On the other side of town, Ruby was walking towards the Mages Guild. She had ordered a new mortar and pestle, and she was hours late on picking it up. She prayed the doors hadn’t been locked yet, even though Mage Codes state that doors may not be opened for non-guildmembers, and the penalty was more than she earned in a month. Still, she could hope for the best. She sprinted the final few feet towards the door, and pulled the handle. The door glided open, and she stepped inside.
Ruby had seen gruesome sights in her lifetime, just like any normal man, woman or child would. She had been a treeclimber in her youth, and was always in bed after yet another bone-breaking fall, but nothing would prepare her for what she saw. Every single guildmember was slain, their innards strewn around the halls and over the cupboards holding alchemical tools that would never be used by their rightful owners again. Only two people were left standing, holding shortswords turned from Daedric black to crimson, dripping the blood of the innocent mages. Ruby screamed at all that she had taken in, and even what she had not seen… over the black robes the two Nords were wearing was a blood-red skull embroidered into the fabric, dripping its own colour down the cloth. They were necromancers.
Ruby could not stop herself from screaming. She ran as fast as she could, faster than she had ever ran before in the twenty-six years she had been alive. Luckily, she didn’t need to run very far. Only a few buildings away, Diamond was leaning against a wall, watching the rainfall. Once he had heard the screaming, he looked away from the droplets of water and toward the guild district on the east side of town. He saw only a dim silhouette of a woman in the doorway, and the light that illuminated her was eerily familiar. Diamond had seen this illumination years ago, but could not place where. It was almost as if he couldn’t remember because he didn’t want himself to. Before he could think about this, the woman had run to only a few feet away from him. He stepped from the shadows into the middle of the street to stop her, but she only ran faster. Diamond’s eyes opened wide, and saw what she was running from. One of the necromancers had stepped outside to track down and kill the girl before she could tell her friends at Newman’s Lodge. Diamond had not a slice of a second to waste, and he screamed at the girl to get down. She dropped to her knees and covered her head with her hands and sleeves, just in time to avoid getting fried by the bolt of lightning passing out of his hands and into the necromancer. He fell to a pile of charcoal and ash on the ground, and his partner ran out to the same fate.
The two necromancers were gone. Ruby was on the ground, still with her hands over her head. She arched her back so she was sitting up on her knees. She threw her face towards the ground, and threw up. Her mind could not cope with all that she had seen. Diamond approached her and whispered into her ear “It’s not safe here. Come with me, and we’ll talk.” He strode off, leaving Ruby wondering whether to trust him or not. But she thought of the advice her grandmother had once given her. The enemy of her enemy is her friend. She got up, her legs shaking beneath her. She left what she had seen behind her, and ran in the direction of Diamond’s estate.
After a quick breakfast, I had an entire day to kill. I’d finished my Christmas jobs, and I had nothing to do. So I watched Ghost In The Shell until I understood it. It’s one of those movies where the plot happens in a few minutes, all packed into one little conversation.
Then, for no reason other than boredom, I started a new novel. It’s a continuation of The Elder Scrolls called Gems. The name actually comes from the fact that my two main characters names are Diamond and Ruby. Since nothing else really interesting happened today, I might as well post a preview. See you all later!
Chapter One – Friends In Unlikely Places
Just like any other night, Diamond J. was sitting in his living area, drinking a bottle of Tamika’s Vintage 299 and reading A Dance In The Fire. It wasn’t much to read when you were drunk, but he always liked to have something with ink on it in his hand. He couldn’t help but think that the rumours spreading around Cheydinhal were true. After all, alcohol was one of the most powerful weapons against your mind, and Diamond did drink an awful lot of wine. Still, it seemed so unlike him to do something like this. He would be more likely to worship Daedric gods and kill innocents, even though he visited the Chapel Of Zenthar every morning. But Diamond was not one to trust what others say about him, and once someone like that can’t remember something, it might as well be written for a Moth Priest, or in Daedric letters.
After his bottle was as empty as a Dark Brother’s conscience, and knowing that nothing would come about just sitting around his house, Diamond donned his robes, strapped his dagger, as silver as the goblets sitting on his table, into his belt, safely fastened underneath the soft silk of his robe. Pulling the hood over his blond hair, he stepped into the raining streets. Cheydinhal was always under rainfall, with Lake Arrius so close by. He could have sworn that a mage was freezing the clouds above and melting them, pelting the roofs and cobbled pathways with cold water. But this made Cheydinhal Diamond’s perfect home. He always walked in the rain… if his face was wet enough, nobody would know he was crying.
On the other side of town, Ruby was walking towards the Mages Guild. She had ordered a new mortar and pestle, and she was hours late on picking it up. She prayed the doors hadn’t been locked yet, even though Mage Codes state that doors may not be opened for non-guildmembers, and the penalty was more than she earned in a month. Still, she could hope for the best. She sprinted the final few feet towards the door, and pulled the handle. The door glided open, and she stepped inside.
Ruby had seen gruesome sights in her lifetime, just like any normal man, woman or child would. She had been a treeclimber in her youth, and was always in bed after yet another bone-breaking fall, but nothing would prepare her for what she saw. Every single guildmember was slain, their innards strewn around the halls and over the cupboards holding alchemical tools that would never be used by their rightful owners again. Only two people were left standing, holding shortswords turned from Daedric black to crimson, dripping the blood of the innocent mages. Ruby screamed at all that she had taken in, and even what she had not seen… over the black robes the two Nords were wearing was a blood-red skull embroidered into the fabric, dripping its own colour down the cloth. They were necromancers.
Ruby could not stop herself from screaming. She ran as fast as she could, faster than she had ever ran before in the twenty-six years she had been alive. Luckily, she didn’t need to run very far. Only a few buildings away, Diamond was leaning against a wall, watching the rainfall. Once he had heard the screaming, he looked away from the droplets of water and toward the guild district on the east side of town. He saw only a dim silhouette of a woman in the doorway, and the light that illuminated her was eerily familiar. Diamond had seen this illumination years ago, but could not place where. It was almost as if he couldn’t remember because he didn’t want himself to. Before he could think about this, the woman had run to only a few feet away from him. He stepped from the shadows into the middle of the street to stop her, but she only ran faster. Diamond’s eyes opened wide, and saw what she was running from. One of the necromancers had stepped outside to track down and kill the girl before she could tell her friends at Newman’s Lodge. Diamond had not a slice of a second to waste, and he screamed at the girl to get down. She dropped to her knees and covered her head with her hands and sleeves, just in time to avoid getting fried by the bolt of lightning passing out of his hands and into the necromancer. He fell to a pile of charcoal and ash on the ground, and his partner ran out to the same fate.
The two necromancers were gone. Ruby was on the ground, still with her hands over her head. She arched her back so she was sitting up on her knees. She threw her face towards the ground, and threw up. Her mind could not cope with all that she had seen. Diamond approached her and whispered into her ear “It’s not safe here. Come with me, and we’ll talk.” He strode off, leaving Ruby wondering whether to trust him or not. But she thought of the advice her grandmother had once given her. The enemy of her enemy is her friend. She got up, her legs shaking beneath her. She left what she had seen behind her, and ran in the direction of Diamond’s estate.
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