It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...

I was buggered at school today, and was expecting it to be a tough day because of the homework I had to do the night before that was due the next day. Everything turned out alright as the physics topic test we had was much easier than expected (i didn't bother studying as a sign of respect towards killen) and all the maths and english homework that was supposed to be completed wasn't checked (I'd done half of it but was too tired...).

On the fun side of school lunch was funny in an annoying away as I was the target of many projectiles from Tabish and Yash (and some from Kurt) including sticks, gum nuts, and bigger sticks. I then found my bag in a bin courtesy of Yash (thankyou Yash). I was subsequently choked by the violent Jess and afterwards in my free period, had things (coiled guitar straps) thrown at my nether-regions and my arm attacked with ink. During music third period I stole John's beloved Taeyang keyring and was put in a headlock when my hands weren't free. I think I deserved what I got for the last one, but overall a very fun day and I'm not being sarcastic either, I know it's all good natured, and I had a laugh as well.

But now to serious matters.

Soccer training at lunchtime on Thursday. I chased a loose ball which I thought I could make, and Dani chased the same ball coming from the opposite direction. In the desperation to get that ball I slid at the last moment as Dani went for the ball as well. It was a very 50/50 challenge although the odds were in my favour to cause an injury rather than recieve one, and cause one I did. I remember getting to the ball, but my continuing motion meant that I went into Dani's legs and I caught him. Oh noes!
Now Dani has done what physiotherapists like to call a "Tabish" and is now injured indefinitely (I'm just trying to make it seem worse). I felt so bad I drove him home (and it still won't ever be enough). If there was anyway I could untackle him or do an injury substitution to myself or Tabish's good knee, then I would.

So to Dani, RICE it and get better because if you don't, I will be haunted forever.

Anyway, I started blogging this one at about 11:45pm and now it's 12:01 and I'm trying to think of things to say. Seeing this is a weekly blog, I should probably talk about the week, but instead, I will fast forward to post HSC.

SCHOOLIES.

It seems that the town for Girraweeners to descend on is Port Macquarie so everyone start planning and booking right away. There are plenty of beach houses available at the moment. But I seriously can't wait... It should be good.

AND BY THE WAY- If you live in Fairfield and can be bothered to go down to the museum tomorrow at 1pm then you can catch my bigband playing until 4pm. But I expect no-one I know to turn up anyway so I'm a go shower now at 12:15am after browsing some accomodation for November.

And don't forget to comment, say anything, I don't care, it doesn't even have to be relevant to the blog! I know how much you people value comments on your blogs so I try to on everyone's blog that I have subscribed to.

ZZzzzzzzz....

I promised steph that I would blog today in English, nothing interesting has really happened, and I'm totally unprepared. So it will be short and to the point if i can make one.

Ok, after sitting for 1 minute thinking, something that ticked me off greatly on Tuesday has suddenly sprung to mind. In the library on tuesday morning, I went with Amit to teach him how to do some questions in the past papers. Now the library, as you may know, is associated with the words 'quiet' and 'study', preferably both are used together. As I was trying to teach him, the noise level suddenly went up so I looked below for the nearest talking child/infant to berate. He was down below in the bookshelves next to the magazines and I think I said
"HEY! Could you please be quiet, we're in a library, thanks!" and I thought that would be the end of it.
The little fucker talked back.
"YOU DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO! SHUT UP I'M NOT LISTENING TO YOU!"
I then opened up and said something along the lines of
"Look mate, you're 3 feet tall and 3 years old alright so either shut up or get out. This is a library!"
He talked as I was saying it but then stopped halfway. If he had said another word I would of went down there and smacked the attitude out of the little shit. I was very, very close.
I remember back in year 7 we never talked back to our seniors we respected them because they were older, that was the golden rule, and it should still be :
Respect your elders.

But I swear if another little bastard wants to talk back, it will be with my fist in his face. I think we need to do something as a grade about the noise levels in the library, half of them go there to play video games or talk anyway. Perhaps a talk to the year adviser or deputy will fix it.

There you go steph, a blog, and it only took 15 minutes, which is a quarter of an hour which is 1⁄68 of my waking day.

N.B.We need year 12 pranks and to bring back nuggeting.

"Good morning, and in case I don't see ya, good afternoon, good evening, and good night!"-Truman Show

friday on my mind (the easybeats)

It seems that most of my blogs from now will be on Fridays after I get home, my chill time starts at 11pm so if anyone wishes to talk online up late on a Friday... you get the idea.

Thursday was the most I've exercised in about 7 months, and I could feel all the crap in my system just get exercised and sweated out. It felt good and reminded me of how much I miss the game, the beautiful game, Football (soccer). I'm certain I pushed myself close to my limit because if Dani can recall, I was on the ground unable to breathe and in desperate need of water. Anyhow, the day after (today, which is Friday) I knew that I would pull up sore but amazingly it was much less than I expected, just the hamstrings chest, pectoral, and groin muscles (trust me when I say it could be worse).

The distinguished achievers assembly. Kamal. That guy is a god. It made me reflect on the kinds of things I should be doing, and to know that he can have tough times is reassuring. The sheer number of high achievers this year gives me hope, even though I have no idea what I'm aiming for. I've contemplated just working for a year and continuing the piano, maybe focusing on it seeing that I have no certificates or anything. There's no point wasting time and money on random courses at uni until I find something I want to do. But hopefully that time will come when I get that spark that provides a tertiary educational epiphany.

"Tired? Stressed? You'll feel better on Swisse!"
If this stuff actually works, I wouldn't mind trying some.

Missing those two days of school last week is still killing me, I need some solid energy to get me though this but soldier on I will, no point complaining about it.
The holidays for me will come as a window of opportunity to get ahead and work harder, ironic it is as a whole as the holidays are not so.

I need to seriously address my sleeping patterns, I go to bed late every night without fail and have a nap when I get home most days. I just don't have the energy at school. Whatever happened to those days when there was too much energy and you could keep going like a perpetual motion machine?

Band practice was good today, we had no frontline instruments (horns) in one of the band practices so we jammed for 2 hours on wack time signatures and simple chord progressions with keys, guitar, electric bass, and drums. Lots of fun.

Exams are around the corner so
heads up everyone, it's the calm before the storm.

QUICK!!!! TYPE FASTER!!!

Alright I got 10 minutes to blog because i want some shut eye after a long day/night.
Pretty much today I'm feeling much better (I've been sick of late) although if you asked me to run some laps I'm pretty sure I'd fail.
Today I had an after school mission to get some passport photos taken so I went to Parramatta Westfield and had no idea where I was going (I went on a wild goosechase up 4 levels). Thankfully my friend Amara (who I don't see enough of) knew exactly where to go and I had them done and we parted ways after a quick catchup. I then caught the train home and tried to avoid eye contact with these massive fobs sitting opposite me so I messed around with my iPod (which I hate to death) for a few minutes. I then found out that my train terminated a stop before where I needed to get off so I just walked to Tim's house and just waited to be picked up. That's my day. School was average.

I now have 3 minutes left so I'm gonna preach the word of--------JAZZ

I know plenty of people that will groan and instantly tune out at the mention of the word but I need to vent some words (I think I will take longer than 3 minutes) at those people. It's ignorance. The very rock music that most people listen too have their roots in jazz, it didn't just come from nowhere. Many people think it's just elevator music without listening to it. To appreciate JAZZ you need to understand it, which many people fail to do and so will turn a blind eye. I highly doubt any of them have actually sat down and listened to a song. To understand the complexity of the genre, the calibre of the musicians (I see all these people worshipping these rock stars, the jazz muso's would absolutely destroy them head to head and the rockers know that) I'M GOING OVER TIME NOW BUT I WILL CONTINUE

Understanding the form of the music and appreciating the difficulty of it. It's something you must open your ears to. I'm just sick of these people that listen to their asian pop music and say "I hate jazz!"- the fact that they've never listened to it and will say that makes me angry and at the same time, sad that they have never listened and probably never will listen to jazz. I respect other people's taste of music, however bad it may be, but to bring down an artform without ever truly appreciating it is a crime.

Anyway, I went 9-10 minutes over (from the last thing typed). If you're interested in trying jazz (at first I was apprehensive, but here I am...) I'd be happy to tailor something to your taste and unravel the mysteries of this art for you. The more the merrier! Unless it's something like genocide, in which case this is probably not a good idea.

Guy

Btw Dani my mind is like an AC motor, I'll explain if you ask.

Night people, I'm turning in before 11:30 tonight, nice and early.

Doesn't it just keep getting better?

Weeeelllllllll, my decline can only go so far (touchwood), and I think the past week has just driven another nail into my coffin. Missing 2 days of school is a lot of work to catchup on at any time, but I have a rushing maths class that is behind, wait, I'm not gonna bother listing it all because I'm pretty sure you guys (Dani, because I think he's the only one that reads this, if there are others I encourage you to comment otherwise it seems a bit pointless and I feel like I'm talking to no-one).

So schools in a bit of a mess.

I don't know how many people know of my music commitments, but they take up a substantial amount of my time and effort. Just some background information, I play in 3 jazz/funk bands. Two ensembles with rhythm section and frontline, one specializing in funk, the other occasionally does new orlean style street marches. The third band is a 15+ person big band. Luckily the rehearsals for these bands are all on one day, Friday, and I get home around 11:00pm. I must bring my own digital keyboard, stand, seat etc etc.
I have charts for all these bands and they all play at least 10-15 songs, the big band 30+, each with new pieces introduced all the time, and I need to get all of these pieces ready for the occasional gig. I also need to know all these pieces perfectly to play in Europe as I'm off again in July to play at the Montreux Jazz Festival and the Vienne Jazz Festival (I advise you do a google of these places because these are some are the biggest and most prestigious musical events I've ever seen). This means I miss the holidays before the trials and a large window to study.
I also need my HSC pieces ready, so as you can see I have a lot of work ahead of me.

That's why when I get sick I get stressed because I know somewhere in there I must fit 1hr+ piano practice daily (ideally 2), regular school homework and assignments etc. And then catchup all the work I missed!!! And it's even better when you must hunt down what you missed out on because the teacher is to lazy to just mark the roll and keep some notation of the work covered in class, and always expect the student to find everything and know everything going on despite their absence. And if I want to do well, I must write notes and start studying much in advance. Oh don't I feel great talking about it?!

Well, currently I have a throat infection and am taking meds to keep me kicking, but I'll keep coming to school regardless because I would rather feel like shit everyday than fall behind.

And I wish I had some, any, idea of what to do when I leave school so I have a goal (as I've probably told half of you before), because at the moment I feel like a jellyfish just floating around not knowing what the fuck I'm supposed to do.

Have a great Valentine's day people, if you're certain you like someone, go tell them, because I'd certainly like to know if someone liked me! *HINT* (I'm not 100% sure about my feelings yet Dani boy, I also realise I've used different banned F words, see if you can find them)

Slowly disintegrating with love, Guy

Ennui + ♥ = e92t7y9!??!??!?!?!!

I've found my niche, and it's kind of ironic.
In this loner state I've found myself in, keeping myself occupied with school work is amazingly working?!
I still hate school substantially because of how uneventful it is, but I feel slightly more enthused after finding my potential cure.

Valentine's day is coming up soon, and people are pressing me to send a rose. Yes, (ripley's) believe it or not, I have people in mind, although I think only Dani knows who the person/persons are. My mind is a little confused at the moment because I haven't really liked anyone in a long time. I'm sure we all remember year 7. Anyway, maybe in this rare instance Amit is right: "You need a girlfriend".

Back unto the daily grind.

↓wards

The holidays have done more harm than good I think, as my motivation at school and ability to enjoy it are all going down hill. I think the best way to put it is with my gaming analogy I used today when talking with Dani & Co.-"it's kind of like spectator mode"

I don't even play video games anymore, they're not as fun as they used to be and there's always something useful I could be doing.

I need someone to come and shake up my day because I'm finding it difficult at the moment on a day-to-day basis. Remembering it's only week 2 doesn't exactly help a great deal either. This is going to be a llllllloooooooonnnnnnnnnngggggggg year.

I have to do homework now so to sum up, I have no drive at the moment, no idea why I'm doing the HSC, and I need to stop procrastinating by feeling the need to blog.

See ya.