If I were talented, I'd write songs

Too bad I have next to no talent in the writing realm. Ever since I've been doing poetry in Literature, lyric-writing has crossed my mind, but to save myself the embarrassment, I shan't try.

Speaking of school stuff, I really should be doing a bunch of it right now, but - who cares? I know I won't be saying that come November when exams come around, and I'm very foolish for choosing to disregard it now. I've done nothing tonight but watch Family Guy, Pushing Daisies, 30 Rock, get fish and chips and Facebook. I did a half a page of my Media folio, too. Wow, when you stack the evening's events up together, you can tell my night really was wasted.

Now then, "Why does John need to write songs?" I hear you ask. Well, John is a self-involved little boy whose seldom-updated and backlotted online blog isn't enough self-indulgence and feels that music would help him convey his emotions to a minority of people who care and a majority who don't. I think that as I've matured I can analyze my feelings a little better and figure out what's happening around me more straightforward (there's those Lit classes working for me once more).
I think 'maturing' was a poor word to use there, since I'm just about to delve into the fact that I think I've changed and become less mature lately. I've become more crass, less sensitive, and all-round, more unpleasant. At least, that's how I'd view myself from a third-person standpoint. But why? Why have I changed my external personality so quickly? One word: fear. Much to my chagrin, I'll pull some valid comments from a philosophical text by... oh dear... I can't actually remember who. Anyway, they say that human beings act the way they do, relate with each other and create moral principles out of pure fear of one another. That's probably the reason I've changed myself, and once again, I don't know why I use words that aren't neccessary, like 'probably'. It's definitely the reason. At least, I guess, I'm not far off enough to not notice it (unlike some people I know). This probably (hell, this one's pretty close to 'definitely') sounds very pretentious of me to even bring up and sounds like I'm trying to better myself with intellectual benefit. Whatever, let's cast that aside. I've changed my personality because I'm afraid of the social aspect of teenage life. I'd bet everything I own that that's the same reason anybody else conforms to the values and principles that they were, at some point, against. My extra excuses and reasoning won't cut it, and, as much as I'd hate to face it, aren't fooling myself. For other teenagers in the same dilemma, I pray that they can take the blindfold off and see what they're really changing for.

Don't end a sentence on a preposition, John!

Oh well, horribly confusing rambling aside, let's get down to the good (and bad) stuff: LOST FINISHES NEXT WEEK. Yes, six years of my life that I've devoted to that show is finally coming to fruition. Only two more episodes (the first of which airs tomorrow) and then it's over. Forever. I'm going to be so sad, I think I'll have to take a day off school (thank GOD with the time difference from America it'll be a Tuesday. Oh, how I hate Tuesdays).

Au revior - until you read my blog again?

Unexpected sunburn

Sarah, Tash, Zac and I decided to hit Frankston beach today. Sure it was hilariously fun, but with dire results. Here's a list of pros and cons:

• We dug a giant hole in the sand (about 1x2m big and like a metre deep)
• Got to catch up, woot
• Saw Katherine working at subway
• Had a half-conversation with a crazy woman at Subway
• Ate lots of ice-cream

Here are the cons:

• We all got really retarded unwanted sunburns, in bizzare places in patches, which I originally thought was a rash and thought nothing of it
• Sarah hates Kate Miller-Heidke
• I hate the beach.

Not many cons really, I just wanted to complain about this misleading red mark everywhere. It's all stingy and such! And yes, I really dislike the beach. It's wet and sandy and windy and uncomfortable and really not worth it. Find a swimming pool damn it, forget the ocean.

This woman in Subway... she was ahead of us in line, being served by Robert (see: Katherine's epic blog) as her child was getting a sub made. When asked what cheese she wanted, the girl said swiss or something and the mum corrected her, "no, she'll get cheddar." Then the girl complained that she wanted three cookies. "No, you're getting two." "But I want three." "Two." "three!" Then the woman screamed, disrupting us all, "TWO!" which we found hilarious.

Then we had sat down, and Tash was casually discussing the prevelance of peanuts in food giving allergies. Zac had said something about the name of peanuts as opposed to regular nuts, I dunno, I wasn't really listening. Then we all just heard this, "BULLSHIT!" coming from elsewhere - it was that woman chiming in on the conversation. She was butting in about "she's right" and "you don't know what to say now, do ya!" to Zac, but was totally treating it like an argument rather than an enquiry about peanuts, and made it out like her BULLSHIT addition actually made a difference and was a valid point of argument. Naturally, we found all this hilarious and kept quoting her the rest of the day.

On a completely different topic, I bought a ticket for Kate Miller-Heidke yesterday. She's playing at the Zoo on the 5th of Feb. Anyone that wants to come with, feel free. I'm trying to get Scott and Zac to come, and Special K (the collective name for Kirk and Kate) are coming too. It shall be rather exciting!

Farewell.

Schman!

It's been a whielish, although I have nothing to say really anyway MWHAHWHHWHWA

But I'm in a pretty happy mood, I'm in the feeling for a loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong long long long long long spacey. HEEEEEEEEEEERE IT IS.

Duuude, like wicked orsum, yesterday was such a lazy day, I took out the couch and folded it out, using it as a chair and I slid it under the table. CD rack/SNES mousepad for the mousepad (how ironic) and a stereo speaker as a table. All this while having a ripping jolly good time on the webcam with Cindy (Maddz :D). I couldn't feel Captain Poop (a sort of irrelevant nickname for my ass :P) for a good solid few hours. Today I'm kinda doing the same, cept I'm sitting up, and Captain Poop still is as numb as ever.

By the way, I decided to name Maddy Cindy from now on, thanks to a goodie song called 'Cindy' by many Hall NYC. Dayum, I lurve that song. The song talks about how some guy loves Cindy. I love Maddz, so she is now Cindy. :D (P.S. We're not going out mwahhahaha)

Also there's this uber cool song called 'Baby Love Child' from Pizzicato Five which I also got today. Overly excited, I be.

Speaking of overly excited, I'm meeting Cindy on Wednesday! Ripper good, fellows! I can't wait! We're going to Fountain Gate and gonna see a movie :P fun fun!

About 2 weeks back I signed up to get a keycard for savings for money and such. How awesome, I love it. Hooray :) Oh, my PIN number? Why, of course. You went to all that trouble of asking me. It is ****.

Shman, me and Sarah walked to the shops today. Got a mediumish size of the greatest ice cream ever. Bestest ice cream for everest.

Whack-A-Newbie! Oh ohh ohhh!

Collant... ohhh this ice cream is so sexy. I love it.

I've decided to take up the horoscopes business. Here's some horoscopes I discovered while looking at the sky tonight:

Capricorn: You will have an uncontrollable urge to take a piss in public.

Aquarius: Your partner will dump you for a hot biker dude, even if you're partner is a man.

Pisces: The fish in your sign picture will be hooked, gutted, cleaned, and served as a sign dish for a meal at a fancy restaurant.

Aries: Don't hit yourself with a mallet; it could hurt.

Taurus: Yo mama so fat she couldn't write a horoscope.

Gemini: In the movie theater you will drop some popcorn and yell out 'DAMMIT!' Then people will yell at you.

Cancer: You will develop cancer in the bosom if you're a woman, and in the testicles if you're a man.

Leo: You will realize the new shampoo you bought is making your hair look worse.

Virgo: If you enter the lottery, you might win.

Libra: Your loved ones will tell you that your butt looks big in that.

Saggitarius: You will fail your next task, school or otherwise; then bitch and moan about it till everyone older than you is dead.

By the way, I'm a Libra. I don't think my butt looks big in that. :)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUNTY JULIA =) The big 5 decades.... fah la la!

Shman, I really wanted to go to JB HiFi so I could buy some Futurama DVDs. I spent 6 dollars on the ice cream and only have 20 left. I hope I could spend some of the money on my card. Oh, by the way, my pin again is ****. Have fun with that.

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