dT_Tb Late nights with a grumpy old man

My fcuking spine........................
Everyone is having a bad time.
My back is so painful
And yet it's late and I still have a bit to cover.
I want to eat some Mi Goreng but I don't think I can stomach it
Because I need more Buscopan, 20 tablets lasts only 2.5 days.
Holidays are tangible
But exams are reality.
If I don't do well it's because
I should have done work in year 11 last year in maths.
But no-one told me
And now I suffer.
That will just make me work harder
Because there will be another shot, another opportunity.
If that doesn't work

it's not the end of the world



Trying to motivate others and myself for those that have lost hope. Anyone who wants to come get a back massage with me is welcome to join me.
That's all, I'm brain dead at the moment and am going to shower at 0:59:24 Sat/Sun.
Goodnight?

gA$TR0

Here I am at home with stomach issues and the explosive results. I haven't been able to eat much (if anything, but esp. not dairy) as I can't stomach it. It's been pretty boring, I can't really concentrate so I'm just resting at the moment; I'll just try again tomorrow.

So what happened leading up to the colic that I'm experiencing is that, after sitting chem+music I got home and was tired, had a nap and then ate dinner. After eating dinner I started getting a dull pain in my abdomen which progressed to not being able to lean forwards or backwards. I took some antacids but it had little/no effect. The pains decided to become intolerable, but in cycles, that is, it would come, give me a break, and come again worse.

Some of the worst pain I've ever felt. And I went through child birth.

Eventually the worst of it subsided after a few hours (don't read ahead if you have a vivid imagination) but not before it culminated in multiple brown tsunamis *yuck*

Annnnnyyyyyywaaaayyy, *cue bridging cough* I'm now going to analyse reasons for why/how this occurred, not for your benefits, but for mine seeing that I have little to talk about. I think (and as some of you may have noticed) I seem to get sick leading up to and during exam periods. Now to those of who like to talk about that link a lot (kind of ironic that some of you are aspiring to enter the medical profession), there is a direct correlation between stress and illness: I get stressed come exam time -> stress manifests in health. There is your answer.

Moving on, I don't really want to talk about school because I want to look towards the future. Like partying with friends and what I actually want to do at uni. I spent much of today (tuesday) looking at job websites to see how much demand there is in engineering and I found that there is a lot of demand for geotechnical engineers (specialised civil), that electrical engineers are paid shit loads (150k+ min.), that there are a few defence contractors (top secret), and that I still don't have a clear idea of what the fcuk I'm doing. I like the thought of working on big projects and being on site and I also like the thought of financial security.

Oh shiz mum is out of the shower i'ma gtfo cause it's late bb

It hath arrived!

Half yearlies have kicked-off and the only thing I can think about is getting this blog out of the way and how I'm not going to band practices tonight to study and take a break. yay.

Physics today was much easier than expected, I thought I would get hung, drawn, and quartered today, however the science department did most of the work. Undoubtedly they will mark like bastards but oh well, who cares! One down! Don't dwindle on the past, look to the future!

Didn't have to walk to the station, Tabish and I got a lift with Jess's mum (kudos to her), allowing us to catch an uncatchable train and buy ice cream. Hell Yeah.
Got home, checked the soccer, and Liverpool won convincingly. Uh huh.
Ate lunch and then napped until I was fully awake. Boo Ya.
And here I am blogging. So today was quite alright.

It's only 4:23 right now so I will rap it up and study now. Goodbye everyone. Remember that for non-sciences you have 2 more chances at redemption before the HSC and 1 if you do a science.

Buy Bye Bi Bigh

Much to do, very little time

Only a short blog, too tired.

Today (Friday) at X-country, myself, Tabish, Obil, Kurt, Ruben, and Chippy initiated operation connair 2. Our goal was to cheat in the cross country and potentially snare top 15 places if it was successful. Our first lap was a survey of the surroundings, a reconnaissance mission. We observed which teachers were on duty, the positioning of the teachers, what colour markers were used for marking laps, and any potential ways to take shortcuts.

To prepare for this operation we required multiple colours of markers and thorough background knowledge of the people we would encounter and the course. I just brought my pencil case (and thanks Sarah for lending the blue marker, it wouldn't have been a success without it. We positioned ourselves using the sound of the main road, and tried switching signs around only to end up going the wrong way ourselves, a victim of our own plan.
We did eventually make it to the end of the first lap after walking around and it was crunch time. We double checked the pen strokes on peoples hands as they went by, double checking our collected info was accurate. On a quiet isolated stretch the golden moment came. We got out the highlighters and I started colouring my hand. It was not exactly the same, but it was pretty good. I was worried about the repercussions of getting caught. As the others were trying to colour in their hands, disaster struck. Their darker skin and sweaty hands were not transferring any ink, and as such, I was the sole carrier of the cause. I parted ways with them and ran the last 200-300m, receiving cheers from year 12 onlookers. I saw the finish line up ahead and kept a calm face, making sure to exaggerate my exhaustion. I then came to the make or break moment. Mr. Stormont was there.
"Can I see your hand?"
*Looks at hand*
"Go to that table there"

$Kaching$

Continuing the act, I went to the table and had no number, but it didn't matter, I just played along. Remember the target was 15.
I came 15th. Hells yeah. My part of the operation went along smoothly. I walked one lap whilst everyone else had to run three.

For those of you who frown upon this, no-one was forced out of zone or anything, it was merely an experiment of our wits, applying our knowledge to achieve this heist like glory. And it's the last carnival as well so we had as much fun as we could. Also the turnout was extremely poor from our grade. Boooooooooooooo *thumbs down*

On to other things
Mountain of work + Exams=Death
Enough said.

And I wish that people would stop asking for ridiculous lifts that are out of my way, I just say no but they just keep asking.

Need some source of energy that will make me run all day, just for the sake of school. Not that I care that much...Still don't know why I should bother putting in this effort for nothing. But I still do. Oh well...

Night y'all.

pH=7 i.e. neutral

If you look to the right of your screen there is a list of subscribers. I had no idea that that was not a complete list of readers.

Example: Thursday, period 5, library.
I'd never really talked to Mary before this so whilst we talking of what direction we would go in after high school she suggested that I teach music. We talked about it before I paused and asked "Wait, how do you know I play an instrument?". She said that she reads my blog, which leads me to this plea....
If you don't/can't/haven't commented before, please come up and tell me that you've read my blog, and I'm sure that goes for everyone else who blogs as well.

Next item on the agenda- Decrease in the number of blogs by people. C'mon people, if we start slowing down it may die out = bad :(
I'm sure you all have some time to blog somewhere in all those hours of procrastination-free study. If not then you have no life and should consider removing yourself from the gene pool.

The past week has been fairly uneventful, the only things of note worth mentioning are that the Thornikater has left the building, I "found" and lost a supermagnet that I was playing with all day today (friday), and Yash put a watermelon rind in my bag.
I will get him back so good...

Things I can look forwards to: plenty of maths homework, try to intensely practice HSC music pieces, hack away at core homework, and see WAYNE SHORTER QUARTET LIVE AT THE OPERA HOUSE.

Now, for those of you who don't know Wayne Shorter, he is a saxamaphone player with a catch. He is a living legend in Jazz. Surely you have all heard of Miles Davis? He was a part of his legendary quintet, five huge names in their own right, and one of them, this guy (he's black so he must be good), is coming here for the first time in ten years. These guys made the genre what it is today, and they individually continue to push the boundaries of music. I cannot wait.
So for any of you sax players, youtube his name or wiki him.

So basically, so basically, so basically (see, I'm copying tim) I will be extremely tired come Monday as the concert starts 8:00 on Sunday night.

Moving on..

I noticed that when there is a prayer group meeting at school during lunchtime I'm desperately alone, as in I actually have nowhere to go and no-one to talk to as I find it all boring. So I may as well go to the library or something. Do something productive.

N.B. Don't try and convert me because you read the above

My sleep patterns are getting weirder. On Thursday night I was going to bed at 11:30pm before my Mum stole the bathroom for an hour so I couldn't brush my teeth. I subsequently decided to muck around on my piano and ended up finishing at 2:30am... It happens every so often and I can't stop until I physically can't continue.
Sometime this week I was napping and set the alarm clock to wake me up in an hour at 5:30pm. I ended up waking up at 8:30pm not because the alarm was faulty, because it did go off. Apparently when it went off, my mum and brother saw me get up and turn it off and then walk back to bed. I have no recollection of doing this and it is kind of scary. It happened before a long time ago when I fell asleep on the couch and my mum directed me to the bathroom to brush my teeth and then sent me to bed, and I don't remember doing any of those things either because my first thought when I awoke was
"How the hell did I end up here?"

Anyway I'm going to go to bed or some shit, I don't know. It's currently 12:06am and I got home earlier today at 11:05pm. Maybe I'll play some piano or eat some easter eggs, but I think first I'll have a shower.

BTW-youtube "amber lamps" and watch the entire thing.

See y'all later bitches!

P.S. John is a whore for stealing my magnet (I just found out)