I've decided that I actually quite like The Arcade Fire...
My classes for next year (hopefully):
-Beginning French 1
-Responding to Literature 2
-Introduction to Philosophy
-Foundation Art
-Contemporary International Issues
It feels weird that I'm choosing classes for a different school. Dare I say it, I've become attached to Stromhole. Like I've said countless times; it's a shithole, but it's our shithole. And now I'm moving to a different shithole that I don't know, with new shitheads to put up with (just when I get used to the Stromhole Shitheads! *sigh*) and new shitty classes (hopefully not) to cope with. Oh well. As both Kath and Ned Kelly have said, 'Such is life'....
I'm actually getting one of the Year Ten shirts. I'm glad. They're really cliched and tacky, but they look cool, and I'll be Catlin, so that's alright. I'm getting a medium one, so I'll be able to wear it for a bedtime shirt.
Oooh, speaking of shirts, Kim and I were in the PE staffroom at lunch finalizing what we want on our shirts and for some reason we were talking about big shirts.
Me: Big shirts are ace because they cover your arse.
Nunney: (something to the effect of) Yeah, but if you're arse is your best feature then it sucks to have long shirts. My arse is my best feature.
Me: (holds back urge to ramble on about sexual harassment)
But it would've been mean of me to do that, because he was just making a joke. And I didn't really mind. XD Then he and other PE-teacher-who's-name-I-can't-recall-but-seems-a-bit-of-a-prick-and-hasn't-taught-me-before started having a conversation about arses or something. I tuned out after a while.
Oh, and my head and a projector cage for the SmartBoard accidentally had a run in with each other today. I say the SmartBoard Projector came out the loser, because it didn't work anymore. It's dead. Kaput. Fin. It's life projecting has ended. For some reason I feel an odd kind of eleation. It's easily the most expensive thing I've ever destroyed with my head so far in my life. But there's always tomorrow to destroy new things. *cackles and feels oddly like The Master*
People say life isn't like a movie. I think it is - a poorly scripted, poorly acted, poorly directed, poorly funded movie. But like all such movies, there are occasionaly flashes of brilliance; funny jokes, important events, subtle jokes that sometimes you don't even get until later.
In your movie, do you see yourself as the main character, a supporting character or a background character?
Oooh. I want to get a iTunes card this weekend. *incredibly urge to buy Pelle Carlberg music* That is, if we don't end up going down the coast to yell at my cousin. I dunno. I know he's a prick and what he's done is wrong, but he's family. I find it hard to be mad at him (even though I'm totally pissed) because what he's doing isn't effecting me and he's my cousin. Even if he is a prick, I love all my cousins. (Ooops, there I go, using the 'L' word...) Even if they killed someone I think I'd find it hard to hate them - which is all everyone seems to be wanting me to feel at the moment. Grr. I just want to be mellow!
Hmm. I've only been back at school for a week (not even) and already I'm bludging. I don't see a point in any of the work they're giving us. Ok, I can deal with a poetry analysis. In fact, I even enjoy it. But come on, when am I ever going to - actually, I can't think of anything I'm really hating at the moment. I'm just indifferent to it all. I do like music theory though. It makes sense. Which suggests that maths should also make sense, but it doesn't. Oh well. Have some Pelle. Oh, and afterwards Google 'Mike Joyce' and you'll laugh.
-Beginning French 1
-Responding to Literature 2
-Introduction to Philosophy
-Foundation Art
-Contemporary International Issues
It feels weird that I'm choosing classes for a different school. Dare I say it, I've become attached to Stromhole. Like I've said countless times; it's a shithole, but it's our shithole. And now I'm moving to a different shithole that I don't know, with new shitheads to put up with (just when I get used to the Stromhole Shitheads! *sigh*) and new shitty classes (hopefully not) to cope with. Oh well. As both Kath and Ned Kelly have said, 'Such is life'....
I'm actually getting one of the Year Ten shirts. I'm glad. They're really cliched and tacky, but they look cool, and I'll be Catlin, so that's alright. I'm getting a medium one, so I'll be able to wear it for a bedtime shirt.
Oooh, speaking of shirts, Kim and I were in the PE staffroom at lunch finalizing what we want on our shirts and for some reason we were talking about big shirts.
Me: Big shirts are ace because they cover your arse.
Nunney: (something to the effect of) Yeah, but if you're arse is your best feature then it sucks to have long shirts. My arse is my best feature.
Me: (holds back urge to ramble on about sexual harassment)
But it would've been mean of me to do that, because he was just making a joke. And I didn't really mind. XD Then he and other PE-teacher-who's-name-I-can't-recall-but-seems-a-bit-of-a-prick-and-hasn't-taught-me-before started having a conversation about arses or something. I tuned out after a while.
Oh, and my head and a projector cage for the SmartBoard accidentally had a run in with each other today. I say the SmartBoard Projector came out the loser, because it didn't work anymore. It's dead. Kaput. Fin. It's life projecting has ended. For some reason I feel an odd kind of eleation. It's easily the most expensive thing I've ever destroyed with my head so far in my life. But there's always tomorrow to destroy new things. *cackles and feels oddly like The Master*
People say life isn't like a movie. I think it is - a poorly scripted, poorly acted, poorly directed, poorly funded movie. But like all such movies, there are occasionaly flashes of brilliance; funny jokes, important events, subtle jokes that sometimes you don't even get until later.
In your movie, do you see yourself as the main character, a supporting character or a background character?
Oooh. I want to get a iTunes card this weekend. *incredibly urge to buy Pelle Carlberg music* That is, if we don't end up going down the coast to yell at my cousin. I dunno. I know he's a prick and what he's done is wrong, but he's family. I find it hard to be mad at him (even though I'm totally pissed) because what he's doing isn't effecting me and he's my cousin. Even if he is a prick, I love all my cousins. (Ooops, there I go, using the 'L' word...) Even if they killed someone I think I'd find it hard to hate them - which is all everyone seems to be wanting me to feel at the moment. Grr. I just want to be mellow!
Hmm. I've only been back at school for a week (not even) and already I'm bludging. I don't see a point in any of the work they're giving us. Ok, I can deal with a poetry analysis. In fact, I even enjoy it. But come on, when am I ever going to - actually, I can't think of anything I'm really hating at the moment. I'm just indifferent to it all. I do like music theory though. It makes sense. Which suggests that maths should also make sense, but it doesn't. Oh well. Have some Pelle. Oh, and afterwards Google 'Mike Joyce' and you'll laugh.