Lost my Mike Doug's D: May 28, 2006

Guh. Lost them while at Karrinyup. We won 1-0, but sat on the sidelines. Got this dongle thing that allows me to plug RCA cables into a PC and record stuff down to video files. Pretty leet.

I've tried hard to get my homework outta the way, but this Chemistry and Systems Tech Powerpoint just won't die. MSN is so distracting.

All I've managed to do is a few more Kanji practice, another slide on the Chemistry PPT, stress over these fucking maths questions on Functions and read about 3 pages in my literature circle book.

I kinda wish Farmer Jacks – the supermarket I applied to, and got about two sessions training from – would ring me back so we could organise something.

Went to a flea market at Karrinyup early this morning. Dad bought a golf cart, claiming I could use *that* for my paper round, two paintings and Ronin on VHS.

Fuck I wish Jordan never got those speakers, he's constantly blasting Pop music, it drives me NUTS. Maybe that's why I can't focus.

Found my Mike Doug's :D May 26, 2006

Oh I just found my awesome sunglasses that I bought in freo. Ohhh yes. They're very similar to that of D-FENS in myuserpic.

I do paper rounds on the weekend, and for the first time in ages, I'll actually be playing for my soccer team against another school. Albiet and substitute -_-''
I'm hopeless at soccer, so I don't blame my coach – not playing gave me more time to tackle my massive amounts of homework, and get distracted on the computer.

Got my marks back for a chemistry test I had yesterday – and handed in a five page history essay.

Bleurgh May 25, 2006

School's been tough for me recently. I feel that everyone's under the impression that I find school really easy because I was successfully nominated for a prestigious camp during the July Holidays, but my History Essay gave me anxiety attacks.
And now English has caught up with me. I have to write a study guide within two weeks on a movie of my choice, write the themes of a novel written by an author who I interviewed and must write an article on – and somewhere after that write an essay on a movie called Falling Down.
At least physics is forgiving.

I've come up with an idea for a story, and I'm racking my brains every time I have the chance to try and find a plot for it, because finally it isn't a cliched Sci-Fi.

I was thinking about taking up guitar y'know. I've tried to learn the violin and the trumpet, but I was never motivated, and music felt cryptic and detatched for me. I never took my trumpet teacher's advice and join a band. If I had I'm sure I'd be learning an instrument right now. I'd probably just give up guitar like my first two endeavours that my parents offered me.

This journal is becoming emo fast XD

I'm a tool, I'm a tool-tool-tool. I'm an incredibly big tool. May 25, 2006

It's betrayal
You've told the truth
and you're conflicted
Its somehow self indulgant – It makes you sick
Now nothing you say will make it right
You've closed that door
You wanted distance
“You're on your fucking plane, away from those you knew sir.”
Because you're selfish
Because you want to start again, and you won't fix it
You're immature.

If I were you, you'd be disgusted with me too.