Longest 8 minutes and 35 seconds of my life.

Still counting, too. That's right, my download still hasn't finished. After running solidly for 3 days, it's reached the glorious heights of 99.5%. For the 4th time today. It'll go up to about 99.8%, sit there for a couple of minutes, mocking me, then plummet down to 99.2% for a while. It's an hourly cycle. I say "longest 8 minutes and 35 seconds of my life" because that's what the ETA was when I started writing. It's been varying between 50 seconds and an hour all day. :(

Apart from my download woes, I haven't done much today. Although, I do have one thing to talk about. When in Italy, I purchased a pretty damn awesome leather, 3/4 coat.

Similar to this doohicky, except blacker, and longer.
Also, I recieved a Hat, a very nice hat, for Christmas (Yes, this is going somewhere).

It looks like this.

So, when combined, the "Homburg" hat, and the 3/4 Leather coat make me look... I don't quite know how to describe it.

The point is, when I've been on a tram, wearing this (quite stylish, in my opinion) getup, people stare at me, point at me, clutch their babies closer to them, move away from me... I think it's funny, actually, since I'm such a nice person normally... If I was wearing a shirt that said "People rule" or some such, they wouldn't be shying away...

Hehe.

Just something that I've been thinking about for a while. Make of it what you will.

No, I don't think it's an emo hat. Shut up, peter.
Ben

Some people take obsession to a whole new, scary level

I was looking for an air raid siren sound, for clandestine reasons that shall remain my own, and came across this page. Yeah, it filled my need for a sired, it filled it 100 times over. Whoever made this site needs to get laid, badly. Fast. When your website contains lists of 1-2 minute long air raid sirens, including the different makes, then they have a serious problem. I know it's ok to get passionate about things, I do myself, sometimes. I'm more of a dabbler. A bit here, a bit there, not throwing myself into anything that'll consume my life like this dude obviously has. Looking through the site, we find the "About Adam" page, and, surprise surprise, he's a (insert synonym for geek here). He's also a programmer. Mothers, lock up your daughters.

Moving on, Christmas! My Christmas, while devoid of the usual electronic devices that normally fill my "Santa Stocking" (pillowcase, more like), was still pretty damn good. I got 3 t-shirts, craploads of books, $50... and some magnets. Oh, and a hat! Oh, what an awesome hat it was, too. It goes so well with all the various clothing accessories I bought in Italy (jacket and necklace). I better stop hogging the internet, I've been trying to get some more music for the past 2-3 days, and it's just hit 67.8%. Well, not so much hit, as slowly, agonisingly slowly slid into 67.8% at 4.6 kbps. Woo.
Ben

Supreme Lack of Motivation, AKA Purge Writing: Part 1

That's what has caused me to procrastinate for so long about this.
Dot Dot Dot.
I have no idea what to write. So, for the next as long as I can humorously keep this going, I'm going to ramble about whatever I want.
Just hit midnight. GO!

I read somewhere, and I think it can be paraphrased to apply here, that "good cartoonists never make comics about not knowing what to write about." So, obviously, "good bloggers (hate that word) never post about not knowing what to write about." Sometimes, though, that's necessary. If I don't ramble for a while, trying to make it humorous at the same time, then my poor unfortunate friends will have to listen to all these bad jokes and ramblings, rather than reading them at their own discretion. After an intercontinental flight, though, I found my mind surprisingly absent after a massive journey such as that. I couldn't think of what to say. So, that's why I've procrastinated for so long about writing about Italy. That's my story, I'm sticking to it.

Since I'm here anyway, I might as well say something about Italy. Here's a transcript of what I had to say over MSN to one of my friends:

8:42 PM) Ben:	uh, italy.. well, i'd say the best city was venice
(8:42 PM) Ben:	except the mozzies
(8:42 PM) Ben:	it was so beautiful, and so much fun just running around the joint
(8:43 PM) Ben:	there were pidgeons everywhere, and people selling birdseed (so stupid people threw birdseed at other people)

(8:43 PM) Ben:	and we went on a gondola! oh, it was awesome!

Enlightening? I sure hope so. Seriously though, there were mosquitoes everywhere in Venice. It was most not cool at the level of bites I received. I got one on my knuckle(!), several on my wrists and hands... Jimmy got one on his eyelid, he couldn't open it properly. Haha! That'll learn you for not shutting the fuck up about Asia's supremacy. Here's a quote:

"Asia shall rule! For the Emperor! Asia's enemies shall burn! Pride for myself and Honour for my future!" ~Jimmy Le, biggest moron in Italy from 26Th November to 11Th December.

Moving on... I got the most awesome coat ever in Florence. It's a 3/4 leather coat, and damn does it look good. Many people have commented on it's Matrix-ness. Running around Venice in it, jump down stairs and running up them, that was probably one of the highlights of the trip. Speaking of clothes, on the back of a bus in Rome I saw this logo:

This is the logo of "A-Style", as if you couldn't guess, which is a reputable clothing manufacturer in Italy. This picture prompted one of the other students on the trip to devise other "styles" for the remaining 25 letters. This resulted in some very funny reactions from Jimmy, who despite being best friends with Matthew Cameron has still managed to keep his mind "free from taint" as he so eloquently put it. I'm not saying it's weird that he knew barely anything about "the other S word" before he got on that plane, but I am saying that the way he reacted to the slightest connotation-filled sentence is über weird. Any questions so far? 18 minutes in, no questions? Good. I'll keep going.

Oh yeah, that coat. It was originally €345, but, and the salesdude started the hagglewar at €250, but Ms Costabile managed to bargain him down to €160.
160 Euro = 269.19 Australian dollars
250 Euro = 420.61 Australian dollars
345 Euro = 580.45 Australian dollars
So, I think I did pretty damn well to get it for less than 1/2 price. Damn frigging straight I did, and that's not to mention just how freaking awesome this jacket looks. Jacket/coat, whatever. My poor old "roadkill" leather jacket was feeling pretty damn let down after I came back to the hotel room wearing this Matrix-esque beauty. That'll learn the jacket for making me spill Gelati on it (it smelt like milk for a while). GELATI! The ice cream in Italy is SO MUCH BETTER than that in Australia. Even better than that fancy "French vanilla", better than ANY ice cream in Australia. It kicks it's ass, A-style. That's just how good this gelati was. It was like... a party in my mouth, and everybody's getting laid, and then wins Tattslotto, buys a massive beach-mansion in Spain, makes a TV-Movie of their lives and lives of the royalties for the rest of their scientifically extended lives. That's just HOW FREAKING GOOD this gelati was.
Any questions so far? No? Good.
By the way, the best Gelati was in Sorrento, a little sea-side city we visited as a "home base" between visits to Pompei and Mount Vesuvius. That's right, I climbed an active volcano. Can you stick that on a résumé? Sure hope so. Not only did I climb the freaking volcano, I bought an awesome necklace there, made out of ash from the volcano. Plus, I sprinted down.
Milan. Milan was a hole, really. We were in a hotel 10k out of the city, so we had to go on an hour long bus ride to get in there. Our bus driver didn't know his way around, and the teachers still made us "tip" him €2. I guess that's fair, €42 for two and a half weeks. Well, some people did use the toilet, which wasn't plugged in, so maybe it wasn't fair enough. Nevertheless, if I hire the services of a bus driver, I at least expect him to know where the fuck he's going.
Hm. Ok, Milan wasn't a hole. Milan was beautiful, just like everything else in Italy, except the bus driver, there was this massive covered street, no cars, just shops everywhere. I can't remember what it's called, oh yeah. The Galleria. Proper name: The Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II. Double arcade, that's a good description.

That's a picture of the outside, with a Triumphal arch on the outside. There's one of those on all four entrances, and in the middle there's a big dome (duomo) with pictures of various influential countries/continents at the time (Britain, America, Africa, India). Plus, they had a McDonald's in there! Now that I think about it, McDonald's was fucking expensive over there. €4.90 for two large chips and a cone. That's €2.10 each for the chips, and €0.70 for the cone. Way too expensive. Damn it tasted good, though.

Rome. Funny that it's the last place I'm talking about, but the first one we visited. Oh well. Our hotel was a hole, but funnily the room in the hotel was the best one we had all trip 0.o It had a TV, and many power points for iPod charging. Since my iPod had the most amount of information on it (1124 songs, compared to 38, 112 and 225 for Jimmy, Adam and Matt, respectively) it was being used by other people a hell of a lot. By the way, if someone has a "stuff" folder in their iPod pictures, don't go into it. Just don't.

We saw a lot of interesting stuff in Italy, and a lot of it was made less than interesting by cruddy tour guides. The guy we had in Rome was perfect, he was funny, engaging, and he made paying attention worthwhile. Every other tour guide after that made us suffer from an acute case of Narcolepsy. I would have preferred the "audio guide" that every joint seemed to offer. Yes, we saw the Sistine chapel. It was kinda crummy, there were a bunch of guys in uniform on a platform telling people to shut up, stop taking pictures, etc. So, I have no pictures of the Sistine chapel. Oh well. We even saw John Paul the second's tomb. There were people everywhere at that one, which happened to be underground in the catacombs.

Hehe, just writing all these events remember how much fun I had, and that's what's important, huh? Even if some crazy old cat-lady at a church told me to stop eating chips, and you'll get smart. For I was eating the second of my two packs of €4 Pringles. She was a sneaky old lady, too, because she told me in Italian, so there was me, nodding like an idiot, assuming it was advice, rather than criticism. Ms Hosseini started laughing, and after the cat-lady shuffled off, she told me what the old lady had said. To top it all off, the cat-lady kissed me before she shuffled off. Gew. Adam later pointed out "you were nodding like an idiot to what she was saying, but you kept eating the Pringles." Thanks Adam. Any questions? I hear "what €4 packs of Pringles?" Well, in the first piazza we came to, I saw a cart that advertised gelati, among other things, so I went over to investigate. Immediately, I saw the Pringles, forgetting any thoughts of gelati. Of course, this was before I'd actually tasted any Italian gelati. I said "how much" to the dude, completely forgetting that I was in Italy, he said "eeeeeeiight." He obviously knew I was a tourist. So, I paid my €8 for the two tubes, realising about 2 minutes later that I got jacked. So, we went across the road to Illy's, which is apparently popular in Italy too, and got Gelati. They actually gave us the gelati, and told us to go round to the cash register and pay. Interestingly, the gelati bar was outside the shop, 10 meters or so away from the entrance. We could take the gelati and run, and they'd never know. Hehe. Oh, after checking Wikipedia, Illy is a famous Italian coffee company. Learn something new every day.

I guess that about wraps it up for this one, if you guys have any questions, or want me to tell any more stories, because there are probably more, yes, definitely, just say so. Trust me, they're worth it. God damn, I'm proud of myself, I wrote solidly for an 57 minutes on this topic, interspersed with searches for those pictures, and a debate about bedtime with mum, but oh well. Now, let's spell-check this fucker, and head to bed. One hour's solid work. I should spend this much time on every post.
Ben
P.S: 1716 words! I rule!

Disclaimer

Zomg, I just realised: I've been operating for the last two years or so without the safety net of a "disclaimer". Man, Anyone could have sued me, since I didn't have some shitty five lined piece of crap absolving me of any responsibility. Oh no.

So, without further bull shit, here is the definitive, all covering, Disclaimer of Pwnage. Read it well.

1. Anything on this page is correct. It's like Wikipedia, except only I can edit it. Therefore, any conflicting ideas concerning this page are obviously wrong.
2. Morons will be bagged, and quite liberally. This is not to say that people with below average intelligence will be, just those who make it extremely obvious that they're the frigging stupidest people you've ever met in your life.
   
3. If you find something offensive on this page, I'm sorry. However, as already stated, it's correct, so, learn to live with it.
   
4. If your name (or organisation) is in the "hell" at the bottom of the page, I recommend you stay away. For my sake.
5. If you have any objections to anything I've ever written, are currently writing, or will write in the future, then say so. I just won't listen, because, as per #1, anything I ever write here is correct.
   
6. Address all complaints to this address:(Email me!)
7. No, that's not the Scientology "Volunteer Ministers" email address. I'm not lying, see #1.
   
8. Any further queries can be left in the comments section.

Note: this is not a copy (or paraphrasing) of Maddox's page. So shut up about how I bagged out Ben T last post about copying Maddox's disclaimer, it's different.


While I'm here, I might as well point something about Scientology. First off: I hate them. The religion was started by L. Ron Hubbard, a failing Science Fiction writer. Second, the entire "religion" is a steaming pile of crud anyway. Evidence? Xenu, Wikipedia. Read those pages, especially the Xenu one, that's really good, then come back. I can wait.

THIS IS WHAT SCIENTOLOGISTS ACTUALLY BELIEVE!!
Yeah. That picture's from the the 1998 BBC Panorama documentary "The Road to Total Freedom?" Probably should watch that too.

Oh, you're back. Yeah, um... Third, they're pretty frigging sneaky, and normally I'd respect that, but they're using "Psychiatrists" to trick people into paying massive amounts of money for psychiatric help, which doesn't actually get them anywhere, just makes them take more brainwashing Scientology courses. As opposed to regular Psychiatry, which does get results, despite the massive cost ($150 an hour, at least).
That picture there is the "evil" entity in the Scientology story, a dude named Xenu. Apparrently, 75 million years ago, he rounded up about 14 billion people... Bleh, I can't be bothered, I'll just copy and paste from Wikipedia. Enjoy.

START BORING BIT

Seventy-five million years ago, Xenu was the ruler of a Galactic Confederacy which consisted of 26 stars and 76 planets including Earth, which was then known as Teegeeack. The planets were overpopulated, each having on average 178 billion people. The Galactic Confederacy's civilization was comparable to our own, with people "walking around in clothes which looked very remarkably like the clothes they wear this very minute" and using cars, trains and boats looking exactly the same as those "circa 1950, 1960" on Earth.

Xenu was about to be deposed from power, so he devised a plot to eliminate the excess population from his dominions. With the assistance of "renegades", he defeated the populace and the "Loyal Officers", a force for good that was opposed to Xenu. Then, with the assistance of psychiatrists, he summoned billions of people to paralyse them with injections of alcohol and glycol, under the pretense that they were being called for "income tax inspections". The kidnapped populace was loaded into space planes for transport to the site of extermination, the planet of Teegeeack (Earth). The space planes were exact copies of Douglas DC-8s, "except the DC-8 had fans, propellers on it and the space plane didn't." DC-8s have jet engines, not propellers, although Hubbard may have meant the turbine fans.

When the space planes had reached Teegeeack/Earth, the paralysed people were unloaded and stacked around the bases of volcanoes across the planet. Hydrogen bombs were lowered into the volcanoes, and all were detonated simultaneously. Only a few people's physical bodies survived. Hubbard described the scene in his abortive film script, Revolt in the Stars:

Simultaneously, the planted charges erupted. Atomic blasts ballooned from the craters of Loa, Vesuvius, Shasta, Washington, Fujiyama, Etna, and many, many others. Arching higher and higher, up and outwards, towering clouds mushroomed, shot through with flashes of flame, waste and fission. Great winds raced tumultuously across the face of Earth, spreading tales of destruction. Debris-studded, and sickly yellow, the atomic clouds followed close on the heels of the winds. Their bow-shaped fronts encroached inexorably upon forest, city and mankind, they delivered their gifts of death and radiation. A skyscraper, tall and arrow-straight, bent over to form a question mark to the very idea of humanity before crumbling into the screaming city below...

The now-disembodied victims' souls, which Hubbard called thetans, were blown into the air by the blast. They were captured by Xenu's forces using an "electronic ribbon" ("which also was a type of standing wave") and sucked into "vacuum zones" around the world. The hundreds of billions of captured thetans were taken to a type of cinema, where they were forced to watch a "three-D, super colossal motion picture" for 36 days. This implanted what Hubbard termed "various misleading data" (collectively termed the R6 implant) into the memories of the hapless thetans, "which has to do with God, the Devil, space opera, etcetera". This included all world religions, with Hubbard specifically attributing Roman Catholicism and the image of the Crucifixion to the influence of Xenu. The interior decoration of "all modern theaters" is also said by Hubbard to be due to an unconscious recollection of Xenu's implants. The two "implant stations" cited by Hubbard were said to have been located on Hawaii and Las Palmas in the Canary Islands.

In addition to implanting new beliefs in the thetans, the images deprived them of their sense of personal identity. When the thetans left the projection areas, they started to cluster together in groups of a few thousand, having lost the ability to differentiate between each other. Each cluster of thetans gathered into one of the few remaining bodies that survived the explosion. These became what are known as body thetans, which are said to be still clinging to and adversely affecting everyone except those Scientologists who have performed the necessary steps to remove them.

The Loyal Officers finally overthrew Xenu and locked him away in a mountain, where he was imprisoned forever by a force field powered by an eternal battery. (Some have suggested that Xenu is imprisoned on Earth in the Pyrenees, but Hubbard merely refers to "one of these planets" [of the Galactic Confederacy]; he does, however, refer to the Pyrenees as being the site of the last operating "Martian report station", which is probably the source of this particular confusion.^[3]) Teegeeack/Earth was subsequently abandoned by the Galactic Confederacy and remains a pariah "prison planet" to this day, although it has suffered repeatedly from incursions by alien "Invader Forces" since that time.

END BORING BIT

You didn't have to read all that, but I did. It's pretty interesting, to see just HOW FREAKING STUPID this "religion" is. Any questions? Like, what kind of name for a planet is Teegeeack? That's the one that's going to haunt my dreams for weeks.

This'll probably be my last post before Italy, so I've tried to make it a good one. It's probably too long, and too boring, but I tried.

Ben
"Xenu is my Homeboy."

"My Stupid Website", or how Ben Thompson stole my idea

So, there I was, trying to find an awesome picture that I saw in the "Alphabet of Manliness," (It's a pirate kicking someone out a plate glass window, so freaking awesome), and I found one that sorta works, it's drawn by the same dude, but it's not really the same (it's my current Display Picture on MSN)... Anyway. I also found this:

That's right. Not only is he named "Ben", but he also took my "Amazing!" ARGH! Man, I am so freaking pissed off. This dude is a total fucking Maddox-wannabee, and it's got me SO PISSED OFF. His "catchphrase" is "Get Ben T." Hahahaha. Real funny, asshole. Here's an example: I'm not turning that into a link, I've already grudgingly linked it once. Here, look. I can do some Shite-assed "link to me" button, too.
Oh noes, the quality's not as good. Bite me, it's hard cramming many words into 150x50 pixels.

Anyways, here's some more similarities:

• Award: Ben T's lame attempt at the prestigeous "Monkey of the Week" award, the "Badasss of the Week" is just terrible. Just, just not good.
  
• Made by self: I think it's pretty freaking obvious, just by looking, at who'se page looks more pleasant.
  

The main reason, however, is this:
Taken directly from this bastard's page, his "Almighty Disclaimer"

1. Almost everything on this site is bullshit. Don't email me and call me on it; I do that on purpose.
   
   
2. Don't correct my grammar. I hate that.
   
   
3. Almost every image on this site has been stolen from somewhere else. If I've stolen it from you and you're all pissed off about it or something, just let me know and I will either give you credit for it or take it down (as long as you're not a total dick about it).
   
   
4. I reserve the right to publish any email you send to me or anyone on this site. If you've got your panties in a wad over something that was written on a humor website that nobody even reads, you probably need to either lighten up or just do what a normal rational human being would do and don't read it. If you're really pissed off for some reason, and absolutely feel like you have to email us, don't be upset when we post your inane ramblings on the web so all our friends can laugh at you.
   
   
5. All of these rules are subject to change at any time and without prior notice. If you can't deal with that, too bad.

This is SO obviously a copy of Maddox's disclaimer it sickens me.

Here's the disclaimer if you want to send me hate mail (Note: I decide what's hate mail and what's not):

Disclaimer:

By sending me hate mail, you acknowledge that I own all rights to the entire contents of your message, any images sent with the message, your email address, your house, your car, your first born and your soul. Furthermore, you agree to make your email address publicly available on this or any other web site, and you accept my views and opinions as being right regardless of anything. Furthermore, you agree that it is okay for me or anyone else to slander and/or libel you on this or any other web site, in public, at your place of employment, or anywhere else in this or any other universe and/or dimension. Know that sending me hate mail is a request for character defamation, endless belittling and excessive mockery. You may not sue me for any reason, ever, and this disclaimer is subject to change without notice, and you are still subject to the rules regardless of any changes made. If you do not agree with these rules, then don't send me hate mail.

See any similarities? I thought so.

In closing: Ben Thompson, go to hell.

Ben SMITH, The Amazing MonkeyMan.

Exams are finally freaking over. Yay.

I got 91% on my Science exam, do I pwn or what? I did 1 mark better than Josh, too, which made me feel good inside, since it was partially on the whole Genetics unit, which he pwns hard at.

Oh, and 74% on Italian, so that's like, high B+ to an A, and about 3rd in the class (to Tamara and Emily, who got 98% each. But they're impossible to beat anyway, so I really did best in the class, out of the people it's actually possible to beat).

And 29/30 (97%) on the Multiple choice part of the Maths exam. Booyah.

So that's school pretty much done for the year... Except for 2 things: 1, year 11 orientation, and 2, writing frigging Ms Teleffson a response to her "personal letter." Does it really count as a "personal letter" if it's the same thing to every frigging year 10 and 11 in the school? I think not. Therefore, I have decided to do the complete opposite of what she's asked, and write an extremely vague response. Extremely Vague.

Oh, and the Italy trip. But you all knew about that, right?

And then there's the fact that I just quit my job... Oh, crud. I promised you all I'd write something pwnsome, didn't I. Dammit.

*sigh* ok.

So, on Wednesday, I went down to the deli, brought dad with me (for protection) and told Joe that I was quitting. He took it too well. WAY too well. Like, seriously, he was smiling.

Better write down what was said, for posterity, huh...
Amy: "Hi Ben!"
Ben: "Hi Amy"
Amy: "You here to see Joe?"
Ben: "Yeah"
Amy: "Ok... Joe, go over and talk to Ben."
*Joe walks over*
Joe: "Yes Ben?"
Ben: "I've decided that I don't want to work here anymore."
*Long Pause*
Ben: "Ok?"
Joe: "Yeah, that's fine."
Ben: "So, can you not put me on the roster next week, please?"
Joe: "Yep. Are you gonna finish this week?"
Ben: "Of course."
Joe: "Ok, that's fine."
Ben: "Thanks..."
*Ben walks off*

I still think (and hope) that he died a little inside when I told him that, but oh well.

So, yeah. I did my last two shifts on Friday and Saturday. Friday was pretty shit, I still don't like the idea of Nicole being a manager, but I guess that's just something I'll have to live with. Oh, wait. No I won't, I quit. Ha. Seriously though, Joe must have been smoking something more noxious than normal when he did that roster. First time I worked with her as a manager, she brought a friend down to learn the deli ropes. Which, with Me, Nicole, another manager (say, Jenna) and this new girl (Gabby (not lying) her name was) it would have been fine. Not, however, Me, Nicole (FIRST FUCKING TIME MANAGING) Gabby and Hannah, what the FUCK was he thinking?! Gah! /stab.
So, then he had the balls to just do Me, Nicole and Gabby. God, he is a moron. We were late, of course. I swear, I was gonna hit him on Saturday, which was even worse. I'd come from a nice day out with some friends, to this joint (which I affectionately refered to as a "sty") that stank, had flies everywhere, and quickly drying meat on the counter. So, I got to work.

Unfortunately, Jenna had a bout of hay-fever, was sneezing (not to mention dripping, ew) like crazy, and she sneezed so hard she got 2 blood noses (nosi?). So, me being the pwnage dude I am, I offered to do any jobs she didn't want to, and we only got out... 15 mins late. Which wasn't too bad, considering how fucking late we were. I made sure to tell them (Jenna and Hannah(unfortunately, only because it'd look stupid "Cya Jenna, I'll miss you... Cya Hannah")) that I'd miss them, and walked out of what had been my home away from home for the past 1 year, 18 months and 5 days.

People I'm gonna sorely miss:
Rachel
Jenna
Erin (male)(just because, shut the hell up, ok?)
Cooper
People I'm just gonna miss a little bit:
Amy
Nicole
Erin (female)
Hannah (go ahead. laugh. I dare you. go on. wanna go me, punk? huh? don't make me get my fucking cousins on you, I'll fully do it. You're lucky this chair is holding me back (hold me back), you're fucking lucky he's holding me back!)
People I'm indifferent about:
Voula
Emily
Gabby
Vanessa
Liam
People who's corpses I shall gleefully dance on:
Joe. Haha.

If I forgot anyone, it's because I don't didn't work with you enough to remember you. My bad.

Well, I guess that about wraps it up for this one... Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to write an email about a crummy school.
Ben

...
Just forget I ever posted that last one. I'm not gonna delete it, may it stand testiment to my moronicism.

Seriously, I get really paranoid over nothing. Moron.
Ben

Grr.
My family suck ASS at passing on messages.
Like, someone could potentially call at, say, 8:30, and I'd find out at, say, 10:30, or not find out at all. Tell me that's not crap.

And this "potential" call could "potentially" be extremely important, say, and could really screw me over by my not recieving said message.

So. This sucks.
Ben

Only 1 left!

That's right, ladies and gentlemen, I have only 1 exam left.
Not only that.
But two shifts at work left!
That's right, I told Joe I'm quitting. Falay!
So, I only have to work Friday and then Saturday, and I'm done. Woo!
Speaking of work...
Apparrently, Erin cut her fingers off at work today. I'm supposed to be working with her tomorrow, so we'll see then 0.o

I'm sure I'll write something big, and reflective on Saturday night... So you'll all have to wait until then :D

ZZZ.
Dentist today, not too bad.

And... this is the big one: I bought Tenacious D's new album! Woo!
Unfortunately, I got yelled at for listening to it 0.o
Just because they did a bunch of classical songs with swears substituted for lyrics...
Ben

Woops.
Just remembered that I forgot to write anything about my day. 0.o

Oh well, nothing special.
Science exam, pwned that up hard. Pretty easy.

Very easy, infact, Iunno why people were complaining.
Ben

Self-Googleage

You ever google your own name? Like, "Benjamin Smith"?
Well, I'm sure your name isn't "Benjamin Smith", but if it is, howdy. You're the bomb.
Anyways. I googled "Benjamin Smith" just now. And wouldn't you know it. A Cricketer, an actor, and a racist mass-murderer. Yeah, turns out we're not all so straight and narrow. Sorry, my new found "Ben Friend", turns out we have a rotten apple in our barrel. This particuar Ben, "Benjamin 'August' Smith" was a member of the Creativity Movement, and apparrently decided that since one of their members didn't get a law licence or something, he'd go kill a bunch of non-white people. And, you know, he'd broken up with his Girlfriend of one year because he was hitting her... and he got in trouble at school for distributing literature about the Creativity Movement. Not to mention some drug problems.

So, ol' Benny boy decided to go huntin'. Over one weekend, he killed... (lemme count)... 3 and wounded about 10 (turns out the drugs were messin' with his aim). Then this crazy ass church made him a matyr. Falay!

Man, I'm never googleing myself again.
Ben

References:
http://eyeonhate.com/pows/pows6.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_Church_of_the_Creator

What a day. Frigging hell. Two exams, work, then out to dinner for this Italian dealie. Long freaking day.

The History exam was pretty easy, I was happy with how I went. Italian was a bit harder, but I'll be fine.
I have:
Tuesday: Maths
Wednesday: Science
Thursday: English
Friday: IT

Easy enough.

Work was pretty good today, better than I expected anyway. Nothing much to say about that, really, but I decided to go down tomorrow and tell Joe I'm quitting. Not very exciting.
And I found out what a 3-sided coin would look like. Imagine a cylinder that's as high as the radius of the circle.
Ben

Aren't you just so lucky.

3 Posts in a day from me. Damn, you lucky thing, you.
I've made a theory. I like music by people called "Ben."
Ben Kweller. Ben Folds. Benny (shudder) Hill.
Ben Folds, majorly, but I can't find any more stuff by him. I'll have to milk Jenna for it :D
He's got the coolest lyrics (I'll chuck some in at the end).

Also in the news today, I'm not going to fail English (just Maths and COMM), thanks to a marathon 2 hour homework session this evening.
Ben makes up story to go along with pictures of Israeli chicks signing bombs, hopes it goes down well. Film at 11...
Ben loves the mix Jenna made for him. Loves.
/tar Jenna
/praise

I hope she likes "Stubbs the Zombie: The Official Soundtrack" as much as I loved "Jen's Crazy Happy Mix."

This hasn't been the worst weekend, I've had to revise my top 10 chips list after last night (T.G.I Fridays FTW)... Wonder if I've ever posted that before... Hm.
Oh well, here it is (again).
1. Super Rooster
2. T.G.I Fridays
3. KFC
4. "Fish and Chips" Chips
5. Red Rooster
6. Barkley B.B.Q.
7. McDonalds
8. Different Fish and Chippery's Chips
9. Charcoal Chicken joint in Mooney Ponds
10. Hungry Jacks

That's the definitive list. Disagree, sure, I'll just ignore it.

In gaming news, I'm almost at lvl 60 in World of Warcraft, my old guild dissolved while I was MIA (due to computer), and I've resolved never to play Clinkz in DotA again (unless I random).
Moving to entertainment, my iPod now has over 1000 songs on it! Falay! 1028, to be exact, and I'm Downloading the last episode of Season One of Pure Pwnage (Pronounced Ownage). Damn, I have to learn how to talk like a gamer in Italian! Aaah!!1 Oh, it's cool. Found "pwn" in the Italian Wikipedia. I'm fine. Crap. It's... The same as the English one, but in Italian.

Dammit, got distracted reading Wikipedia. Never gonna be able to concentrate, this sucks. :( And still got 24 minutes on Pure Pwnage. Maybe I'll go play some laggy WoW untill this finishes.
Au Revior
Ben

Eat it, you smug little twit.

Finally figured out what was REALLY wrong with my computer: My iPod charger was fucking it up.
That'll learn me for buying an apple product. $40 later, my computer works. Not to mention (but I already have!) $50 for a USB cable-to-AC adapter, and $35 for a leather case that sucks ass anyway. I hate you, apple. My next portable media player's gonna be a Zune.
Bite me, apple. Microsoft is giving us media with our "cheaper than iPod" media player, you, apple, YOU charge us $1.69 per song in a system that is debatably legal anyway, and you say that you're better than PCs. Bite me. Who's the best NOW, apple? Who's gonna win this battle of the computer giants, Steve Jobs, or Bill Gates? My money's on the dude with too much of it already.
Ben

Theme Song!

Two years on, and I haven't managed to find one. Now, thanks to Jenna, I have.
When you read this, imagine the craziest trumpet playing in the backround.

Monkeys
watch out for them monkeys
those crazy big guys drinking in the bar downtown

Monkeys
watch out for them monkeys
They'll knock you right off your feet onto the ground
They'll take pleasure being hormonally insane
They'll find solace knocking you right upside the brain

Monkeys
watch out for them monkeys
those crazy big guys drinking in the bar downtown
Monkeys
watch out for them monkeys
They'll knock you right off your feet onto the ground
They'll find solace being hormonally insane
They'll take pleasure knocking you right upside the brain

Monkeys
watch out for them monkeys
those crazy big guys drinking in the bar downtown
Monkeys
watch out for them monkeys
They'll knock you right off your feet onto the ground!

Woo!
Ben

Soul

Just been searching Uncyclopedia, and I found a page that let me calculate the value of my soul (in GAS dollars). I haven't been able to find a conversion rate yet, but until then, my soul is worth 604,546,320 GAS dollars. Apparrently, that's worth the souls of approximately 14745 kittens, or 2015154 dogs, or 11848 whales, or 403 yetis. Woo.
Ben

Hehe

This has been, overall, a good long weekend.
Here's the rundown:
Saturday
Didn't do anything. Good day.
Sunday
Didn't do anything... again. Good day :D
Monday
Went to Galactic Circus, pwned HARD at M9 Laser Challenge, went to work =/ See previous post.
Today (Tuesday)
Woke up, lounged around a while, went shopping (buy book for history journal), laughed at people at Deli, went to Mooney Ponds (bought $50 iPod charger and $35 Case, very lame), came home, worked on journals, stopped for that crappy race, kept working for a few hours, had dinner.

Frigging Apple. They're as money grubbing as Google. Speaking of Google, and I know I'm slow on the uptake, but why would they buy YouTube? They have Google Video, wtf. All they need to buy now is eBay, Wikipedia and Apple, and Microsoft is screwed... More so than they are already.

Good weekend.
Ben

Butterflies in the stomach - From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Butterflies in the stomach is a medical condition characterized by the physical sensation of a "fluttery" (hence butterflies) feeling in the stomach. Some believe that this is caused by the release of epinephrine, or adrenaline, when one is nervous, pulling blood away from the stomach and sending it to the muscles. Butterflies in the stomach is most often experienced prior to important events, when stress is induced, but can be experienced in situations of impending danger.

The phrase 'Butterflies in the stomach' is an example of an idiom.

Ben

What could there be to write about. Well, I just realised that school charges for uploading stuff to the internet, globviously at about 100X more than Downloading stuff costs. As such, when I tried to bail out my 15.3Mb of "inappropriate material" (Simpsons music, mostly), it cost me about $4. And it didn't even send. Son of a bitch, that sucks the ball.

God damn.
I finally figured out what the hell was wrong with this computer and hotmail, dad had a firewall set up (yes, I'm using dad's laptop), so I disabled that shit uber fast, and here we are.
Speaking of computers, my computer went into the computer joint today, the dude's gonna call us back on Monday, maybe I'll get it back before exams start =/

Hehe, that just sparked another mental-pathway into existance.
On Monday, I was sitting in the office at work, Joe rushes in, takes a phone call from his disheveled wife (her brother died, RIP), says "Ben, can you please call Vanessa or Rachel? Erin's sick, and Hannah's not answering her phone." Zoom, he's gone.
So, there's me, already with an uber-unhealthy phobia of calling people, forced into calling two members of the opposite gender. Instantly, I go into panic mode. Who do I call first? Aah! So, I called Vanessa's mobile, then her house (no answer from either, although I did hang up 3 rings into her house) then Rachel's mobile (off)... Then waited 2 mins (hyperventilating and counting to 30 abounded) and called her house, got a very-pissed off sounding person who said that she wasn't there, so I bailed as fast as the social conventions of the day would allow. I collapsed onto the chair, defeated, my job done. I went and told Amy the bad news, she'd have to stay back and close with me and Jenna, which would have been fun, Amy's cool. "Can you please go call Hannah's house, Ben? Just to make sure?" Instantly, in my head, a sunny chorus of "CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP" resounded. For those of you just joining us, the current office joke is that "Hannah and I are madly in love with each other, yet neither of us will admit it." It's been current for the past 2 months or so, yet conveniently, I haven't worked with Hannah for that time, thank god. Mostly perpetuated by Erin, Amy and Jenna, it's an evil, wicked rumor, and should be killed. Anyways, I swallowed those evil, evil butterflies that seem to love eating my stomach mucus of late (causing my stomach to digest itself, quite painfully, too) and called her. After a billion rings (I was frozen to the reciever in fear) she picked up, I asked for Hannah (she doesn't sound like herself on the phone 0.o) she said it was Hannah *awkward pause*, Joe wants you to work... She'll call back later after conferring with her parents... ZZZ... She ended up working (who could resist ME asking them to work :D HAHA) And thanks to Jenna, it was one of those very awkward shifts, made fun by constant "reminders of our love." Thanks, Jenna, this wasn't nearly awkward enough. I interjected, after Hannah pointed out something I said >6 months ago, that she was a stalker. GG, I win.

Anyways, this post has become much longer than I wanted it to be, so I'm gone for the evening. Don't expect another post for a while, not untill Thursday at the earliest.
Ben
P.S. I am not in love with Hannah. Say what you want, Jenna, Erin, Amy and Hannah (in your head, where only the voices listen), it's not true.

Just a quiche...

Hotmail is still being a frigging asshole, so I can't check my e-mails. Maybe it's this computer, who knows.
Anyways, I can't check my e-mails, I can't play World of Warcraft, I can't talk to my friends (except on the phone, which scares me :P or IRL, which is unlikely) and can't charge my iPod. Lame.
Also, I'm sick, so odds are I won't be at school tomorrow. "This is the life", huh.
Ben

That's clinched it.

Every computer in the universe hates me.
This is true.
My PC won't acknowledge my keyboard, mouse, iPod charger, etc
Dad's (which I'm using at the moment) has a shitty keyboard and won't let me onto Hotmail.
My DS kept crashing while I was playing Metroid Prime: Hunters.
Lame Lame LAME!

While I'm at it, I might as well point out every reason why today sucked.
I slept in 'till 8:15 (which is when I'm supposed to leave), thankfully dad said he'd drive me and Sam, so that was OK.
I got to school to be reminded of the monologue I was supposed to present in Period 1. I did that, then went back to History, pwned that up. I got yelled at for even considering not doing said monologue, how could I even think about doing that(?!) when everyone else has put so much into this (blahblahblah), I responded with "I don't care about this shitty subject. I hate it." Which netted me another glare, but at least I showed up to the volunteering work yesterday. Hah, "volunteering" my ass. "Ok, Ben, there's three places you can go. Keep in mind, if you don't go, you fail. There's the YWYC, that's accepting 5 girls, and there's the lost dogs home, which is accepting 2 people, so Jack and James are going there, and there's the Patricia Gladwel house. Where do you want to go?" /stab.
I had to go for a walk with Stan yesterday to "get the paper." If you don't know who Stan is, don't fret, because before yesterday, I didn't either. I sure as hell know him now, because we went on an hour long walk through Coburg, before finally walking down Sydney road and buying his newspaper. Then, when we got back, I walked in, waved at Kate, and got whisked away to read yet another newspaper to some bed-ridden mute dude. "He's a bit lonely" said Karen. I read two or so articles, then he motioned for me to go, quite rudely. It's not my frigging fault if I don't understand the vague hand gestures of an old man. So, then Kate and I went into some other joint and played balloon games with some more old people, 'till 11:3o when Kate went and played an out of tune piano for the oldsters. Then she roped me into playing my flute for them, which I didn't mind so much, I guess. So after that, we went to Barkley, got lunch, went past the Deli (Laura thought Kate was my sister, LOL), walked back to School. Kate got a bit pissed at me for not telling her what Josh and I talk about when we're sitting at the gate, so sue me for not wanting to tell you. She resolved to stop talking to me until I told her. I pointed out that if she wasn't talking to me, she couldn't start a conversation, and there'd be no hope of me ever telling her. Her resolve lasted from Jewell station to the lockers, a massive time span of 10 minutes. /applause. We then had a Maths test, which I pwned hard. It was seriously easy, but unfortunately Ms S had to point out that since I hadn't handed in the project, odds are I'd fail. So that kinda killed the mood. =/

Anyways, back to today.

After a kinda boring recess, we had Science, which was fun, Mr Rose came in and showed us a David Attenbourgh documentary, then we had to write some short pieces of prose about transitive forms, and sexual selection. Mine were sort of a "children's version", and I thought were pretty good. So good, when I get some free time on my computer (when it's fixed) I'll flash-ify it. Lunch was ok, sat at the gate and gossiped (not telling what about :P haha), then IT, which sucked. I finished my database, which was extraordinarily easy, for some reason 0.o

After school, I had to go and bake cupcakes for a fundraising event tomorrow, for world poverty week. Does anyone else see the irony of selling food to raise awareness about poverty? Probably not. Not to mention the facts that I really didn't want to be there, and that Jesse and Evan were being really frigging stupid, whipping people with tea-towels and generally abusing Rebecca. I pointed out that although she eggs them on, it's really their fault that she's getting depressed/moody/whatever, it's hard to keep track. Bad move, that was, because Jesse came out with some quote from a mullah that's getting fired, about how rape is the woman's fault and if she didn't dress so promiscuously, she wouldn't get raped. Not true, but that's beside the point. So, after that, I left (or got kicked out, depending on your perspective) and came home to find my broken computer, and an empty inbox. /cry.
Ben

Cyanide and Happiness

No, I haven't gone emo...
But I was saying to someone how frigging easily I could pull it off. Maybe in Italy, just to spite someone.

Moving on, Cyanide and Happiness is a weird-ass web comic that I just spent the last 2 hours reading all 705 comics of. Sad? Very, but it's not only my fault. No, if someone interesting was online, or if they made the comic less funny...

But it was too funny to stop, all the superheros and such.
And oh my god, they had this ad for green lazer pointers! They're about a billion times better than a red or a blue one, because the human eye is more sensative to green or something, doesn't matter. Point is, you can SEE THE BEAM.

Think of the possibilities! Lightsabers! Woo!

Ben

I'm bored.
That's it.
And I'm kinda waiting for an email, which I hope is coming.
Because if it's not... /sad
Ben

"Weird Al" Yankovic

In Italian today, we were doing our usual talking, and the teacher chose to pick on me, and asked what sort of music I liked. I said "strano", weird music. She just wouldn't shut up, so I had to keep explaining that I liked "Weird Al", and that made people understand. Thank god. They didn't know who Reel Big Fish were, though.

Which brings me to my next point, his new album "Straight Outta Lynwood" came out recently, and I got it today. Pretty good, listening to it now. The first song is "White and Nerdy", which unfortunately applies to me way too much. I'll live though, so it's all good. The album has parodies of Green Day (Canadian Idiot), Rage Against the Machine (I'll Sue Ya), Cake(yay!)(Close But No Cigar) and more, weird bands. Woo. It's a pretty good album, so it wasn't time or bandwidth wasted.
Ben
P.S.
Hey see me mowin'
My front lawn
I know they're all thinking
I'm so White N' nerdy

Think I'm just too white n' nerdy
Think I'm just too white n' nerdy
Can't you see I'm white n' nerdy
Look at me I'm white n' nerdy!
I wanna roll with-
The gangsters
But so far they all think
I'm too white n' nerdy
Think I'm just too white n' nerdy
Think I'm just too white n' nerdy
I'm just too white n' nerdy
Really really white n' thirty

First in my class here at M.I.T.
Jock skills I'm a champion of D&D
MC Escher that's my favorite MC
Keep your 40, I'll just have an Earl Grey tea
My rims never spin to the contrary
You'll find they're quite stationary
All of my action figures are cherry
Stephen Hawking's in my library
My MySpace page is all totally pimped out
I got people begging for my top 8 spaces
Yo I know Pi to a thousand places
Ain't got no grills but I still wear braces
I order all of my sandwiches with mayonnaise
I'm a whiz at minesweeper I can play for days
Once you see my sweet moves you're gonna stay amazed
my fingers movin' so fast I'll set the place ablaze
There's no killer app I haven't run
At Pascal, well, I'm number one
I do vector calculus just for fun
I ain't got a gat but I got a soldering gun
Happy Days is my favorite theme song
I can sure kick your butt in a game of ping pong
I'll ace any trivia quiz you bring on
I'm fluent in Java Script as well as Klingon

They see me roll on, my Segway!
I know in my heart they think I'm
white n' nerdy!
Think I'm just too white n' nerdy
Think I'm just too white n' nerdy
Can't you see I'm white n' nerdy
Look at me I'm white n' nerdy
I'd like to roll with-
The gangsters
Although it's apparent I'm too
White n' nerdy
Think I'm just too white n' nerdy
Think I'm just too white n' nerdy
I'm just too white n' nerdy
How'd I get so white n' nerdy?

I've been browsing, inspectin'
X-men comics you know I collect 'em
The pens in my pocket I must protect 'em
My ergonomic keyboard never leaves me bored
Shopping online for deals on some writable media
I edit Wikipedia
I memorized the Holy Grail
Really well
I can recite it right now and have you ROTFLOL
I got a business doing websites
When my friends need some code who do they call?
I do HTML do for them all
Even make a homepage for my dog!
Yo I got myself a fanny pack
they were having a sale down at the GAP
Spend my nights with a roll of bubble wrap
POP POP! Hope no one sees me get freaky!

I'm nerdy in the extreme and whiter than sour cream
I was in AV club and Glee club and even the chess team!
Only question I ever thought was hard
Was do I like Kirk or do I like Picard?
I spend every weekend at the Renaissance Faire
Got my name on my underwear!

They see me strollin'
They laughin'
And rollin' their eyes 'cause
I'm so white n' nerdy
Just because I'm white n' nerdy
Just because I'm white n' nerdy
All because I'm white n' nerdy
Holy cow I'm white n' nerdy
I wanna bowl with-
the gangsters
but oh well it's obvious I'm
White n' nerdy
Think I'm just too white n' nerdy
Think I'm just too white n' nerdy
I'm just too white n' nerdy
Look at me I'm white n' nerdy!

Clock Tower Concert

So, we had this concert at the Clock Tower in Moonee Ponds tonight. I pwned it up, basically. Me and the Piccolo, we just rocked. Only problem was, we were first on, so I had to wait around in the dressing room for another 2 hours or so. But that was cool, I played cards with the Rock Eisteddfod people. Turns out you don't have to cheat in Cheat to win. How good am I. Poor Josh, though, he had his Mentor program presentation, but he didn't know where in the Uni he had to go, so he was there for 40 mins or so, then came back to the tower, then Ms Hardy dragged him back to the Uni to do the presentation. And he didn't get to play guitar with Hy.

I have a Maths project I should/could be doing, but it's 11:30 and I can't be bothered.
Ben
P.S:
For today we will take the body parts and put them on the wall

For treated indigenously, digenously
Human right is private blue chip, pry

(We're the prophetic generation of bottled water, bottled water
Causing poor populations to die, to die, to die)

For treated indigenously, digenously
Human right is private blue chip, pry

(We're the prophetic generation of bottled water, bottled water
Causing poor populations to die, to die, to die)

You, you went beyond
And you lost it all
Why did you go there?
From beyond
You saw it all
Why did you go there?

For treated indigenously, digenously
Human right is private blue chip, pry

(We're the prophetic generation of bottled water, bottled water
Causing poor populations to die, to die, to die)

For treated indigenously, digenously
Human right is private blue chip, pry

(We're the prophetic generation of bottled water, bottled water
Causing poor populations to die, to die, to die)

You, you went beyond
And you lost it all
Why did you go there?
From beyond
You saw it all
Why did you go there?

She lost her mind
Someone kicked her into the back of the line
she lost her head
When they called and said that they thought he was dead

Dreaming of screaming
Someone kick me out of my mind
I hate these thoughts I can't deny
Dreaming of Screaming
Someone kick me out of my mind
I hate these thoughts I can't de-

For treated indigenously, digenously
Human right is private blue chip, pry

(We're the prophetic generation of bottled water, bottled water
Causing poor populations to die, to die, to die)

You will take the body parts and put them on the wall
And bring the dark disaster

So freaking what

So, there I was, signing into MSN. I looked at the "new emails" box, it said "2." I jumped for joy. I never get emails, much less two. It could have been from anyone, I wouldn't have cared if it was a notification of my own deat-- well, not that far. But the point is, when one of said emails is from iTunes, it's not much cause for jumping. Yes, I bought SR-71. Shut up, and make the Internet send me something worthwhile. So what if I'm bitter because the email I want isn't there. So freaking what. Maybe I'm a little testy because my frigging crap box keeps committing hara-kiri to it's I/O card. So sue me that I have a Maths project due tomorrow (actually due last Thursday, but teh stupid bitch told me the wrong date) that I haven't started. So freaking what.

I am now going to compile a list of everything that pisses me off in my life... Most things, anyways.
1. Morons.
"Do you see any freaking chickens in the window? NO, WE DON'T HAVE ANY CHICKENS LEFT"
2. Stupidity.
"But where are we going to find an ostrich?"
3. Morons again.
*see #1*
4. Lack of things going my way.
No comment
5. Joe Zagari.
"I know you can't work Thursdays, Ben, but how would you like to work Thursday?" *see #1,2,3*
6. Being underpaid.
*See #4*
7. When joints run out of chips.
"Yeah, we're across the road from a school, filled to the brim with hundreds of hungry students, but we turn off the deep frier at 2:30"
8. When the McDonald's ice cream machine is broken.
... I like ice cream.
9. The fact that Wendy's closed at Barkley Square and got replaced with some shite-assed clothing store.
*see #8*
10. When my computer breaks.
"No, of course I don't need sound, or a mouse/keyboard to enjoy my computer. Without all that shit, it's a big metal box that does nothing."
11. Getting blamed for shit I didn't do.
"Yeah, The Simpsons ARE inappropriate for schools, that's why I got a frigging A+ for a report I did on them, and thats why we watch them in class sometimes. I can't explain the stress relief game, however."
12. Stupid teachers.
See Pauline Pearson, Angela Ballas, et. al.
13. Stupid students.
See 85% of BSC.
14. Books with shit endings.
See Harry Potter #6 and Lemony Snicket #13
15. Movies that don't follow the books they're "based" on.
See every Harry Potter movie.
16. Morons again.
"No, I'm not Harry Potter. But you can see my wand..."
17. Unnecessarily rude people.
Rude person: "You should behave nicer towards nice people." Me:"Thanks, when I find one, I'll remember that. Asshole."
18. People who talk too frigging fast.
"HihowareyoucanIgettenslicesofsalami?" "Say what?"
19. People who don't understand the value of things they buy.
"Yes, the dip costs $30 a kilo, but that was on the tag, didn't you read it? Oh, I'm sorry, it was terribly rude of me to expect people to read something."
20. People who don't know that there's more than one type of hot salami.
"I want the hot salami." "Which one?" "The hot one!" "WHICH HOT ONE?" "THE HOT ONE!!!"
*stabs moron in the face.*
21. Morons again.
See #19 and #20
22. People who don't understand that there's more than one type of salami producer.
"I want the mild salami." "Why type." "Don." "Which Don?" "The Mild."
*stabs moron in the face.*
23. People who don't speak English, yet persist on communicating with me.
*Random Chinese Phrases* "Ni hao! Ni Shu Ben Dan!"
24. People who confuse "fifteen" with "fifty."
"$18.15, please." *hands over $18.50, walks off.*
"Come back! Your change!"
25. Whoever decided to stop giving AC chargers away with iPods.
*stabs that moron in the face*
26. Whoever decided to charge $7.49 for Pac-Man for iPod. That's like, 4 songs.
"I want my Pac-Man!"

Well, thats my list. Everything that's pissing me off at the moment. Well, a lot of things that are, anyway. I assume I've barely scratched the tip of the iceberg. But it's been theraputic, so thats all good. I don't even care if anyone reads this or not. But I'll be hurt if no one does.
Ben

My poor computer... Crappy peripherals...

So, after a tense 2 days without my "beloved" computer, it's working again. Hopefully, it'll last longer than an hour or two. Oh, right. Wednesday night, the mouse and keyboard stopped responding. I assumed it was a problem with the Infra-red reciever we have, so I swapped the keyboard and mouse with the ones on Sam's computer. Then, Thursday, the new ones I put in crapped out. So, I beat up every pillow in my room, swapped the keyboard and mouse back, and played Metroid Prime: Hunters on my DS. Finally, at about 9 tonight, I tried turning on the computer, and thank god, it worked. I was particularally pissed off about it crapping out last night, because I'd bought a $50 iTunes voucher, and couldn't use it. I used it tonight (the final song's downloading now) to buy some Red Hot Chili Peppers, and SR-71. Unfortunately, I was 5 cents short of being able to buy Pac-Man.

I went to Josh's house today, we did our History project, watched movies, listened to music, and played DotA. As well as gossiped like the gossip-mongers we are. Fun was had. I suppose I'd better do some homework tomorrow, too. Lame. But hopefully the computer will still be working tomorrow, otherwise I'm really sunk.

Best news I've had recently though: Tenacious D is touring Melbourne!!!! Woo!

And they're releasing a Movie!! Woo!

As soon as the music video for "Californication" finishes, I'm going to bed. So, I'll say au revior, hoping that my computer's still ok in the morning,
Ben
P.S:
Well I don't mean to piss you off
With things I might say
So when I try to shut my mouth
They come out anyway
So when I speak my mind
That's when we connect
Yeah, but that's not
Politically correct

Your head's so filled with thought
You can't use your imagination
Like a sky so filled of stars
You can't find a constellation
And everyone's so sensitive
To any bad vibrations
You're so impressing
While we're regressing

Cause I don't mean to piss you off
With things I might say
When I try to shut my mouth
They come out anyway

There's nothing I believe in more
Than my own insignificance
So why does everybody think
My words can make a difference

I just don't have time to think up
Every social consequence
Just keep on talking
And you keep applauding

And I don't mean to piss you off
With things I might say
But when I try to shut my mouth
They come out anyway
And if you spoke you mind
You might feel more connected
Until you stand
Politically corrected

You lean a little to the left or the right but
You can only see who's on your side
You look a little like a deer in the headlights
A little blind and hypnotized
So you conform with the best of intentions
Change comes from inside
Cause after all that's what this country was founded on
Do nothing different just fall in line

Tell me
What happened
To make us
So afraid that
You couldn't
Make a Mel Brooks movie today no
I saw "Blazing Saddles" yesterday

I don't mean to piss you off
With things I might say
But when I try shut my mouth
They come out anyway

I don't mean to piss you off
With things i might say
But when i try to shut my mouth
They come out anyway

IT, boring, bleh.
Spent time with Chris, both Matts and Jimmy discussing WoW, that was ok. Chris is fun, he's the type of dude anyone can get along with, even if he is kinda weird sometimes. 0.o

Kinda hungry. 1 month, 1 week 'till I'm on a plane. Woo!
Ben

My day at the Patricia Gladwell House

It honestly wasn't as bad as I thought it would have been. I rocked up at 9, walked in, stood around for a minute or two, then Karen (the lady in charge) came out, and sent me straight in to the "lounge". She started me off on a woman called Effie, I think, she wasn't very interested in talking, more in sleeping. So, she fell asleep, and I got moved to some other lady, who burst into tears for some reason... I hope it wasn't me...

So then, I got moved to the area near the hair salon, where I spoke to a lady called Lola, who was in Poland in 1939, so really, she's just lucky to be here, even though she has to sell her house to stay in that joint, $400 a week, yowch. So then, Nick, Kate, Jesse and Evan walked past, I finished talking to Lola, and tried to find the Church for communion. It was interesting, watching all these elderly people participate. I felt almost guilty, sitting there, not being a part of the religion. Oh well. So then, we all went into the lounge again, for food etc, then we played a game involving homophones, although I'm pretty damn sure the word is homonym... Nope, just checked google, homonym is same spelling, different meanings. Oh well, live and learn, I pwned that game up, just like every other game I play :P

So, then we had to stack some polystyrene boxes, for a tomato garden or something, iunno, I wasn't really paying attention. We finished up at about 12, then left, walked up Moreland Road, got $6 of chips, went to Jesse's house, Me, Kate and Evan left at 1, got to school just in time for Maths, which I was there for 20 minutes of, then I went to some Italian presentation dealie, "Wog FM." It was ok, a good way to spend 40 minutes. We got dismissed early, so I got home, got onto the computer, and stayed there for a while. Probably not very healthy. Oh well.

What a day, huh.

Incidentally, this is also the 150th post on Canvas of the Jungle. So, please forward all praise to the comments section of the post. Gracias. 150 posts, in 26 months. Thats 5.76 a month, or about 1 and a half a week. Not too shabby.
Ben
P.S.
ll aboard, stitch in time
Get yours, got mine
In a minute I'll be there
Sit tight get square

***(Flea Doing the tick tick, woh woh part over lead singer)

You can do it at the hippodrome
Slide back, trombone
Anybody got a TV tome?
That's right, unknown.

***Flea Stops

When I pick up on that smell
Pick it up and run like hell
Little women save me some
Better get up on your run

So much more than Charlie's waking me
To my core and Charlie's shaking me
Tell my story
Charlie's making me
And Charlie's making me smile.
Oh oh now

Tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick me
woh woh woh woh woh woh
wait wait wait wait wait wait waite
woh woh woh woh woh woh what for?

Everybody do the twist
Get the the message on Flea's fists
Move around like a scientist
Lay down, get kissed

***(Flea Doing the tick tick, woh woh part over lead singer)

Big picture and it never lies
Big daddy, will advise
Eveready it in disguise
Sunset, sunrise

***Flea Stops

When I pick up on that smell
Pick it up and run like hell
Little women send me some
Better get up on your run

So much more than Charlie's waking me
To my core and Charlie's shaking me
Tell my story
Charlie's making me
An' Charlie's making me smile.
Woah now

My heart
Your skin
This love
I'm in
We don't arrive, without a surprise
You're right
I'm wrong
Be free
Belong
Intimate sight has come in to light

When I pick up on that smell
Pick it up and run like hell
Little women save me some
Better get up on your run
All I ever wanted to
Was pick it up and run with you
Slip it into a summer spell
Double up and run like hell

So much more than Charlie's waking me
To my core and Charlie's shaking me
Tell my story
Charlie's making me
An' Charlie's making me smile.
Woah, now.

My heart
Your skin
This love
I'm in
We don't arrive, without a surprise
You're right
I'm wrong
Be free
Belong
Intimate sight has come in to light
My heart
Your skin
This love
I'm in
We don't arrive, without a surprise
You're right
I'm wrong
Be free
Belong
Intimate sight has come in to light

Well, I finally got through. Yay me. Trick or treating... Hmm... I see...

• Black robe
• Red lightning bolt scar
• Stickytaped glasses
• Stripy red jumper

And maybe a wizard hat. Maybe. If you're good.
Ben

There is nothing more irksome than trying to call someone when their phone is engaged.
Nothing at all.

Well, maybe swimming in a pool infested with chainsaw-weilding sharks.
But apart from that...
Ben

Hey Oh

Lessee... What oh what is there to write about? Just sitting here, looking at my binary clock flash on and off... Most fun. Especially when the phone is 5 feet away from me, but whatever, it's late. Volunteering at some dementia joint tomorrow, then 3 periods of Maths. Joy. And now Josh is sick.

"Such a lonely day, And it’s mine,
The most loneliest day of my life"

I've been branching out my musical tastes, much to the delight (hopefully) of my friends who have to put up with me singing it. Eg, Chili Peppers, AC~DC, SR-71, System, and many many more. Listening to "Snow (Hey Oh) by the Chili Peppers, I finally see what Nick has been bitching about for the past 3-4 years.

...

Thats amazing. I've known Nick for 4 years. That's such a long time.

Then again. I've known Matt and James for at least 10 years, although they insist it's shorter than that. For those of you who don't know, Matt and James are two of my best friends, from primary school, who now attend Princes Hill. I miss hanging around with them, but they have MSN, and we go to Cydus sometimes, so it's all good. And, through the miracle that is the internet, I've met heaps of their friends and befrended their friends. I have many friends :D

Blah, tomorrow is gonna suck, so much. Ms Reynolds is "requesting" (note the sarcasm) (noted?) (good) that me, and everyone else with musical talent, performs for these dementia patients sometime. As fun as that sounds, I don't really feel confident enough in my ability to perform infront of people, not solo anyway. Hell, I shake like crazy, all hunched over, whenever I do a solo in the band, imagine how shite it'd be, just me, no one else... eek.

Ben

P.S:

When I lay it on
Come get the play it on
All my life to sacrifice

Hey Oh
Listen what I say oh
I got your
Hey Oh
Now listen what I say oh

When will I know that I really can go
To the well one small town to decide on
When its killing me, when will I really see
All that I need to look inside
Come to believe that I better not leave
Before I get my chance to ride
When its killing me, what do I really need
All that I need to look inside

Hey Oh
Listen what I say oh
Come back and
Hey Oh
Look at what I say oh

The more I see the less I know
The more I'd like to let it go

Hey oh
Whoa oh whoa

People need the cover of another perfect wonder
Where its all white as snow
Marry me divided by a work so undecided
And theres no where to go

In between the cover of another perfect wonder
And its all white as snow
Running through the field where all my tracks will be concealed
And theres no where to go

When to descend to a man for a friend
All the channels that are broken now
Now you bring it up, Im gonna ring it up
Just to hear you sing it out

Step from the road to the sea to the sky
And I do believe what we rely on
When I lay it on
Come get the play it on
All my life to sacrifice

Hey Oh
Listen what I say oh
I got your Hey oh
Listen what I say oh

The more I see the less I know
The more I'd like to let it go

Hey oh
Whoa oh whoa

People need the cover of another perfect wonder
Where its all white as snow
Marry me divided by a work so undecided
And theres no where go

In between the cover of another perfect wonder
Where its all white as snow
Running through the field where all my tracks will be concealed
And theres no where to go

I said hey hey yeah
Aw yeah
Tell my love now
Hey hey yeah
Aw yeah

People need the cover of another perfect wonder
Where its all white as snow
Marry me divided by a work of undecided
And theres no where go

Deep beneath the cover of another perfect wonder
Where its all white as snow
Running through the field where all my tracks will be concealed
And theres no where to go

I said hey
Aw yeah
Aw yeah
Tell my love now
Hey hey yeah

Life is Good

Not just the whole "yay, I'm alive, I'm so glad I'm not dead" thing either. The fact is, I am happy with my life at the moment. Not much more could make it better. Whether I'm listening to loud music till my ears ring, I'm playing computer games till my eyes start to hurt, sitting in the sun, reading, or just... eating something, I am in love with life. Ring.

I'm in IT at the moment. We just did a test that... 6 people in the class passed. So, Ms Ballas only let us 6 get onto the computers. So we get to muck around. So I've spent most of the time researching the new Lemony Snicket book, that comes out on Friday. The 13th. OoooOOOooo.
I don't want to ruin the story for anyone who's gonna read it. So I won't tell people the main plot of the Beatrice Letters. Or what I know about "The End." Hehe.

That's pretty much all there is to write about, today. Au revior.
Ben

Me=Pwn

Phew.
2 Frigging Science projects. 4 hours. And numerous, meaningful MSN conversations in between.
NEVER LET IT BE SAID THAT I DO NOT PWN.
NEVER!!!!
...
Yeah.
So, while those 10 pages or so are printing, I might as well write something.
School's pretty random at the moment, thats the only way to put it. It's exciting, that'll do.
English was kinda boring, we did grammar stuff. There was some note passing, but as usual, I was barely involved. Hehe. History was good, because for once I'd done the homework. Ms Gay seemed pleased. Damn straight, too. Mr Carlton better frigging LOVE all this science work I've done, or there's gonna be hell to pay. Maths was ok... I got 13/15 in a "Graphics Calculator" test, which was lower than both Gabby and Kate. All because I said that y was weeks pregnant instead of weight of the baby (bivariate data, don't ask), I lost 2 marks. Grr. I say it's all because I have a "Y" chromosome. No evidence, just anger. On the plus side though, my good friend James, from primary school has finally gotten off his ass and obtained 1. an email address, and 2. MSN messenger. Woo! Go James! Now I don't have to go over to his house to spend hours discussing every aspect of our personal lives. Haha.

I'm still reeling from how pwn I am, doing those assignments in 4 hours. That's plural. Yeah, thats what I'm reeling from. Nothing else to get me reeling. OH SHIT. I forgot to tell Joe that I can/can't work on Saturday. OH SHIT. That means I have to call him. Lame. But it's Wednesday :D:D:D.

That'll do for a post, methinks, I can feel the wrist termites coming back again.
Ben

P.S. If you have no idea what I mean by wrist termites, think about the words "Carpal" and "tunnel", then think about what termites do, and get back to me. /salute
P.P.S.
I hate music, I hate the scene
I hate my records, I hate CDs
I hate everyone at shows, and I hate that Rock and Roll
Cuz I know that machine sucked out my soul

Turn it off,
Turn it off,
Turn the radio off
Try thinking for yourself for once in your life

I hate the music business,
it's filled with greed
it's run by old men who don't know what I need
I'm getting older fast, I hope this anger lasts
So I can have the strength to keep fighting back

Turn it off,
Turn it off,
Turn the radio off
Don't you know we're turning into zombies
Turn it off,
Turn it off,
Turn the radio off
Try thinking for yourself for once in your life.

Blah blah blah
another song about the radio
Always complaining that we hate the radio
Well it's time to start the war, now here we go
Our first mission: just don't listen

Turn it off,
Turn it off,
Turn the radio off
Don't you know we're turning into zombies
Turn it off,
Turn it off,
Turn the radio off
Try thinking for yourself for once in your life
Turn it off,
Turn it off,
Turn the radio off
Try thinking for yourself for once in your life.

I'm tired. I had a shite time at work. Dad was an hour late picking me up. We were half an hour late finishing. I was forced into starting an hour early, and didn't get to finish my homework. Still tired. One of the pockets on my pwn leather jacket is broken. I have two Science assignments to do in the next 36 hours. I have SO much work to do. And odds are, I won't see the girl I like for who knows how long. =/
Ben

Today I went to a trivia night for our Scout group. I think it was a pretty good night, we came second (no thanks to the rest of my family, me and two other parents pwned it up, big time) and I won the paper aeroplane contest (I won a shaving kit)(joy, like I need that). Sam got really pissed off because while Dad was calling the raffle, he called out Sam's ticket number, but Mum told him to redraw because we'd already won 1st prize. So he's in a terrible mood right now, tearing the joint up, etc...

I also got a haircut today. It's about half as long as it was before, so I suppose thats a good thing. It doesn't look half bad. It looks all bad. "ba-zing."

Aand... after work yesterday, I forgot to put the trash compactor key back, so I had to go down to Barkley and humbly give the key back. Hehe, I should have got more cut. Oh well.

So that was my Saturday. Boring, but very non-productive.
Ben

Here I am in IT, not knowing what do to. And feeling dyslexic. But mainly feeling bored. There's nothing to do, besides furtively listen to my iPod and write shit here. I was toying with the idea of putting some System of a Down lyrics up, but then I read them, and though "No, thats too weird." A per usual, I'm too awesome for my own good, so I've finished the work that the rest of the class will take weeks to do. I'm not trying to make myself look good, the other students do that for me (:P). Instead, I'm trying to objectivly report on the single most boring class in the history of the universe.
Although, I was just browsing Wikipedia, and I came across an article about Goodwin's Law. The law itself reads:
As an online discussion grows longer, the probability of a comparison involving Nazis or Hitler approaches one.

Which I think is particularally true, not to mention funny, as in a lot of forums I read, it happens frequently.
Also stated in the law is that when Nazis or Hitler are mentioned, the "debate" is over, and the person who brought the Nazis up automatically loses. :P So no more Nazi comparisons!

Ben

BTW:I just realised that if you can't see the background for this page, and all you get is a big white blob, then you need to upgrade your web browser.


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They can't all be morons, can they?

The level of moronicism in this school is shocking. I'm appalled.
"No. Athens is not in Rome."
"I'll give you 2 guesses about what language they speak in Russia."
"CC stands for Carbon Copy. BBC stands for Britis-- oh, you meant to say BCC! My mistake, I'm sorry, I'm just a moron I guess."

We had to do a "bullying survey" this morning. I would have preferred to stay in History, maybe learn something. Instead, we answered questions which may have helped the co-ordinaters sleep a little better at night, but did nothing to alleviate my concerns about the safety of the school.

And to top it all off, I can feel my wrists getting Carpel Tunnel Syndrome. Joy. Too much Computer over the holidays.

I have to work today... Yeah, it's Wednesday, but it's not quite as fun when you're covering for the person who makes Wednesdays fun. =/
Ben

Frigging Email Hoaxes.

Iunno if any of you guys got these, but I've gotten two today, one from someone I don't like, and one from someone I don't know (!), and both, obviously, from morons. Come on.

"Hey it is tara and john the directors of MSN, sorry for the interruption but msn is closing down. this is because too many inconsiderate people are taking up all the name (eg making up lots of different accounts for just one person), we only have 578 names left. If you would like to close your account, DO NOT SEND THIS MESSAGE ON. If you would like to keep your account, then SEND THIS MESSAGE TO EVERYONE ON YOUR CONTACT LIST. This is no joke, we will be shutting down the servers. Send it on, thanks.

WHO EVER DOES NOT SEND THIS MESSEAGE, YOUR ACCOUNT WILL BE CLOSED AND YOU WILL COST $10.00 A MONTH TO USE. SEND THIS TO EVERYONE ON YOUR CONTACT LIST.

NOW YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO. PLEASE DO NOT FORWARD THIS or REPLAY. COPY THE WHOLE EMAIL. GO BACK TO YOUR INBOX AND CLICK ON NEW. AND PASTE THANK YOU FOR YOUR ATTENTION

hey everyone, i dont normally send this sort of stuff out but had a look on the internet and its actually true . On the 1st of november , we will have to pay for the use of our MSN and email accounts unless we send this message to at least 18 contacts on your contact list. It's no joke if you don't believe me then go to the site (http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/business/1189119.stm ) and see for yourself."

Both times I jumped on google with "hotmail closing hoax" because I've seen this shit before, first found http://www.hoax-slayer.com/bebo-closing-down-hoax.html, and the second time I found http://www.trendmicro.com/vinfo/hoaxes/hoaxDetails.asp?HName=MSN+18+Contacts+Hoax.
Here's what I sent to the first dude.

"No legitimate company would alert customers to impending account closures via such vague and poorly written emails. Nor would they attempt to force users to forward the message to others by threatening to close the accounts of those who do not comply."

" This warning message and all its foolish cousins, should be deleted. "

Any questions?

So, I felt pretty good after sending that. Then, 3 or 4 hours later, I got the frigging email again, from someone the 1st dude sent it to. This moron proceeded to send it to his entire contact list, which soon contained everyone who recieved the first email. So, feeling quite pissed off, I replied thusly:

"Wow, ZOMG, I found the exact same thing on this website! http://www.trendmicro.com/vinfo/hoaxes/hoaxDetails.asp?HName=MSN+18+Contacts+Hoax

It's like, fully true, thanks for telling me about this, I sure don't want to pay $10 a month...

Two questions though. 1, how did you get my email?

2, how could anyone believe such a poorly written message?"

So, the moral of this story, kiddies, is that people are gullible enough to believe anything. Also, block, and filter out, fox_use_can_kit@hotmail.com, and ronan225@hotmail.com.
What kinda name is "fox_use_can_kit?" It makes no sense.

Sorry, I just felt like ranting a bit. I'm going back to browsing old Shoutwire articles.

Ben

Dark

I've been meaning to write this, or anything really, for a while now, so this might be a long one (by my standards). Have fun.

Ever since I was young, I've been afraid of the dark. It's not one of those crazy, illogical fears either (well, maybe it is, I just don't think it is), because the dark, to me, represents the unknown. And the unknown... well, anything could be out there. When I have to go outside at night, I run. Run like crazy, because there could be someone following me, or some creepy people standing round... It's weird. Sometimes on Thursday nights, after Scouts, I have to walk along Barkley street, across Lygon street to Barkley Square. That is a creepy experience in itself. I look in car windows a lot, and scare myself silly by expecting there to be something in them. And Barkley Street isn't very well lit, so sometimes the shadows look like things. Creepy.

Some people may ask "Why the dark?" Why not. But maybe it's not the dark that I'm afraid of. It's the unknown, like I said before. Anything that is illogical, or I can't understand intimidates me. And how can I understand the unknown? Walking down Barkley street, the only light coming from the iPod in my pocket and the distant street lights of Lygon street, there's a million different things that could happen. If I was walking in the day time, I'd be fine. You can see for miles, people are around, it's relatively safer. But when the sun goes down, our deepest insecurities take wing. The shadows jump at you, our imaginations go haywire... It's not fun, the dark. The only thing you can do is turn the volume on Reel Big Fish way up, look straight ahead, and walk as fast as you dare.

It's this constant drive to understand that pisses me off about myself, the desire to overanalyse any situation I'm in, the fact that I can't just keep walking and not give a rats about the unknown like most other people.

So thats one of my 3 major fears explained, hopefully. The other two will come, eventually. Not for a while though, I'm shaking like crazy over #3, think what #2 or #1'll do to me.
Ben

Holidays

Yes, it's that magical, funtacular time of the year again, when millions of Australian school children forget that they're supposed to be doing homework, when teachers get to kick back and relax, and when I stay up way, way too late every night, and sleep in 'till at least 10. It's the holidays! Yay!
Although, for me, since I've recently been sick, I've been on holidays for 2 weeks or so already.
Hehe.
So, I haven't posted much, or done very much at all, because I get uber lazy over the holidays, as does everyone.
Iunno, I can't think of anything to say right now. it's 12:19 at the moment, I can't be bothered being insightful. I signed up for the Blogger Beta, I'ma gonna check that stuff out and get back to you all. Au revior.
Ben
The Aftermath:
<edit>Well, I checked out the "special features", and I did not like what I saw. Grr. Basically, it erased my hard-sought template. But, with some fancy "STOP" button pushage, I salvaged it. We're fine now. No need to panic. But, it looks cool, if anyone ever wanted to mess around with the template. You can move stuff around, quite fun. Just remind me never to fuck around with my already-perfect HTML =/</edit>

IT - The full story, unabridged.

Well, after that outburst yesterday, I think I should provide some background information on my experiences, so opinions can be made, and made to be in support of me.

It'd better be in support of me!

IT. 9 Periods a fortnight. And a blog post in every one of them :P
We had this homework about DeZign Publications, a fictious printing company. The homework was from a course at least 8 years old, the computers had "Pentium III processors, Windows NT workstations with128Mb of RAM, and 8Gb Hard Drives"
Oooh, real futuristic.
Anyways, being me, I didn't do it. I did about 2 of the 20 questions in class when we got it on last Friday, and then gave up, as the questions were all bullshit anyway.
So, there's me on Wednesday, sitting at the middle table in B1, working ferverently. Writing quite quickly, so my handwriting isn't up to it's normal, fantastic standard. Also, I was writing in Red pen, since all my other pens have gone missing (angry eyes). Also, it was on slightly ripped paper, since I had to borrow some paper from Jimmy. Anyways, end of the class, I handed it in. I was one of two people to hand in this homework.
I went back to my seat, and the teacher (Ms Ballas) screams across the classroom
"BENJAMIN! WHAT DO YOU CALL THIS?"
"It's my homework, Miss."
*Scrunches Ben's homework into a ball.
"It's ripped! And I can't read it!"
"Well, you sure as hell can't read it now..."
*Throws ball to Ben. Ben catches*
"Now, I want this homework handed in by tomorrow afternoon."
Some other dude yelled out
"Even if it was scrunched up?"
"Even if it was scrunched up."
*Meanwhile, Ben's sitting there with a shocked expression on his face, steadily growing red, biting back tears.*
I got various people around the class telling me not to hand it in again. Which I didn't/haven't.

So, here I am again, in IT. I'm going to ask Ms Morrow if I can get out of the class, and maybe have these periods as frees or something.

It'd be a lot better use of my time to be studying or something similar, than sitting here wasting my time.
Ben

IT should DIE(T)

I'm thinking I'm gonna drop IT. I'm sick of it. Maybe I can get it as a free period, because it's a waste of my time to be there.

Also, the teacher's a fucking fat ass bitch. Any questions?

I would say I'm sorry
If I thought that it would change your mind
But I know that this time
I've said too much
Been too unkind

I try to laugh about it
Cover it all up with lies
I try and
Laugh about it
Hiding the tears in my eyes
'cause boys don't cry
Boys don't cry

I would break down at your feet
And beg forgiveness
Plead with you
But I know that
It's too late
And now there's nothing I can do

So I try to laugh about it
Cover it all up with lies
I try to
laugh about it
Hiding the tears in my eyes
'cause boys don't cry

I would tell you
That I loved you
If I thought that you would stay
But I know that it's no use
That you've already
Gone away

Misjudged your limits
Pushed you too far
Took you for granted
I thought that you needed me more

Now I would do most anything
To get you back by my side
But I just
Keep on laughing
Hiding the tears in my eyes
'cause boys don't cry
Boys don't cry
Boys don't cry

Ben

IT again

I really thought it'd be interesting, because I thought we'd be learning.
I haven't actually learnt anything for about a month. I'm gonna try and find a syllabus for a harder course, and teach myself. That'll be fun.

...

Well, that was boring. I can't find any courses that tell me exactly what to do, so, I give up.
I'll do this cruddy work for now.
But, there is no way in hell that I'll do anything this mundane for VCE.
Here's my subjects for next year.

1. English
2. Maths Methods
3. Chemistry
4. Italian
5. Music
6. IT

Soo.

I swear, if I don't get a good IT course, I'm gonna be so pissed off.
I'm gonna have to do it by correspondence.
I have a dream, where I'll be learning IT over MSN, swapping code lines and such...
It'd be a grand place, so interesting, I'd love it. None of this "over the phone" or"radio" or "letters" crap, noo, I want MSN. Or at least E-Mail.

Argh. I can't be bothered. I was really frigging pissed off yesterday, and I still don't know why. Maybe I just hit puberty? Yeah, that's a constructive comment to give to someone in a bad/mad/destructive mood. Bravo.

Off the record, I seriously felt like throwing something yesterday. I felt like smashing something, or... I don't know.

Gah.

Ben
P.S. I'm still not in the best mood, and anything I may say at the present time is purely spirit of the moment sort of thing, and mightn't reflect what I really feel. So keep that in mind.