The 100th post! *Insert Trumpety Fanfare Here*

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So I was randoming some stuff on Wikipedia this evening, and I came across this site, which I found most entertaining. Here's a quote:
"These included memories of being "deceived into a love affair with a robot decked out as a beautiful red-haired girl", being run over by a Martian bishop driving a steamroller, being transformed into an intergalactic walrus that perished after falling out of a flying saucer, and being "a very happy being who strayed to the planet Nostra 23,064,000,000 years ago"."

This crazy ass quote inspired me to draw something, so I did.

Almost makes you pity poor Matt, who had to view these pictures first hand.
On viewing this picture again, though, it looks crap, damn photobucket for resizing it. Grrr. If you can't tell, thats the Robot dressed up as a redhead in the top left, then the martian bishop in the steamroller, then the intergalactic walrus who fell from a flying saucer and is consequently dead, and finally an artists rendition of the planet Nostra, 23, 064, 000, 000 years ago. Which, BTW, is impossible, since the universe was created 15 Billion years ago, making this planet predate the universe by 8 Billion years. Scientology 0, Ben 100 :P.

That said though, it's the 100th post! Yay! You've been waiting since August 2004 for it, but here it is! Yay!
Wow. What a ride it's been. Crazy, crazy stuff, I say. We've had some emotional ups and downs, but here we are.

BTW again, on the topic of that pixely class photo, I decided "To hell with the class, I'm just doing my friends." Some of you may consider this a "cop-out", I consider it a way of showing the people I consider to be my friends how much they mean to me. *congratulates self for dodging another bullet*. Unfortunately, since I consider most, if not all, of the class to be my friends, I'm screwed (or not) either way.
But first, a little story. I was working on this damn picture, and I'd just finished drawing Kate, and I was pretty damn proud of myself, as I found her particularally difficult to draw... Anyways, I'd just finished drawing her, and my computer TURNED ITSELF OFF! GAAHH!! You people are very lucky that I've drawn this bastard at all, some people would have given up after that, but Oh no, not me.
Here it is.

Heh. Ain't I a good artist? God damn, that took me ages to do, so you'd all better love and appriciate the hard work and *looks at watch* holy crap, this is taking ages. Oh well, I still think it's awesome. Also, if you aren't on this (everyone I know reads this will be, so no probs there) it's not because I hate you or anything, it's just because I don't know you as well as I should, or haven't bothered, or, well, I just don't like you :P
Crazy frigging Scientologists.
If there's anything I've learnt through the past year and a half or so, it's these few rules of bloggifying.

1. Don't post STRAIGHT after a fight. You'll say something you'll regret, and then people will get more pissed at you. Wait untill you've been able to gather your thoughts, then make some witty remarks about the whole situation, and all will be good.
2. Try not to post when you're in a bad mood. It just makes you look depressed and needy, and no one wants that, do they?
3. READ the damn posts before you push this button: . Otherwise it'll look like some random gibberishy crap purple monkey dishwasher. And no one wants that either. If worst comes to the worst, push this button: . Come back to it later, when you're more sane.
4. Don't make promises (or bets) you can't uphold.

Wow. If that's all I've learnt from this, I must be like a sieve. Well, my mind must be. Imagine that. "Introducing, SIEVE BOY! Marvel at his sieve like memory! Watch as he gets in trouble from everyone he knows!"

So, Ladies and Gentlemen, that is the 100th post. I'm proud of me, and you should be too :D
Ben

P.S. Sieve Boy is a copyrighted character by Ben Smith 2006. (Copyright pending)
P.P.S. If you find my rendition of you, or someone, above offensive, then tell me, and maybe I'll change it. Also, I really should be a bit taller, shouldn't I?

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If you can figure out what that (points up) means, then you rock and are incredible.
Wow. What a great start to an almost inconsequential post.
I had this whole thing planned out in code, but it looked shite, so I won't post it. Well, maybe I will, just not here. Yeah, I'm gonna. That'll learn ya. If you can find THAT, then you must be incredible. Also, if you can decode it, then well, I dunno. Massive prize?


So we come to the end of another week. And it was good. We got a day off, I got an excursion (which was to an Italian movie, which was good) and it was just a generally slack week. Sometimes, though, I feel like no one understands what it's like to be me. Sometimes I feel like hiding. But then I look out into the world, even into the schoolyard, and I see people with problems that dwarf mine by comparison. Some people carry burdens, massive ones, something that we aren't meant to know.

More on this week though. This movie we saw was pretty good, it was comparable to Love Actually. It's called the Manuale d'amore, the manual of love. I personally think that it was better than Love actually, but that's just my opinion. I enjoyed it, to say the least. And some people can't even watch movies with subtitles, wusses. It is easy to do, you just listen, keep half of your vision on the subtitles and half on the action. If you can go cross-eyed, then you're in.

And then there's the ever present worry of moving maths classes. I mean, General A isn't hard, I can blitz the whole class (most of it, anyway) easily. And I need to do General B, then Specialist, to get into Medicine, to be a Psychiatrist. But the consciencious part of me feels guilty about ditching Gabby, leaving her with the year 11's. And I know that I should move up, otherwise I'll never get into Medicine, then I'll never be a psychiatrist, and I'll just turn into a hobo, visable to no-one but the volunteers that give homeless people food. So I guess I'd better move. Oh well.

Damn. This is a long post. If I did this much writing for English, I'd be getting straight "A"s, instead of... B+'s? Heheh. Well, consider it a prelude to the biggest thing to hit this blog since I changed the background, the 100th post! Yay!
It won't be for about a week, maybe a week and a half, I need to finish this picture. Heh.
Oh well.
Ben

Oh, btw, I forgot to put up this picture, enjoy...

Hatred

Is it wrong to hate people?
I mean, morally. Not socially, ooh, no, you can't hate people, you have to be nice to everyone!
*insert image of happy meadow with bunnies and squirrels and happy things, with maybe a nice rainbow*
Yay!
Seriously. Is it so wrong, to strongly dislike, to loathe, to feel repulsed by someone?
Damn. Maybe I shouldn't publish this post. Maybe I should save it 'till after the 100th.
Because I'm just burning through these remaining posts like fire through... something flammable. Or Inflammable. Hehe.
Nice to see I can still laugh, isn't it?
It's funny that I can still laugh, even when I got some people whom once, when I still had the naivete of a 10 year old, I would have (and did) confide my deepest, darkest secrets to. But now I know better than to trust so openly.

But all is not lost, because I have a few people who I still trust. Very few, but they're always there when I got something I need to share with the world. So's this blog, come to think of it.
One such friend made a very accurate representation of my life, my psyche, and this canvas, if you will, featured prominantly. And she was right.

Yet when I think back over the events of the day (not that today was particularaly interesting), I remember all those people who make me sad, or angry. And it hurts. Hurts like hell. And sometimes I feel like people don't pay me enough attention. Maybe I'm just selfish, or attention seeking. But maybe I'm being used, used as a bankroller, if you will. Or maybe people genuinely enjoy my company, really do enjoy spending time with me. And then I get to school. Hehe.

Which brings me back to my first point. Is it wrong to hate people? I know there are some people that you mightn't like, that really piss you off, maybe. Hell, I might be one of them. But here is a question that I pose to you, and I'd really like some comments on this, because it's gonna drive me crazy if I don't get any, or at least two, "Is it wrong to hate somebody?"

1 post more, then the 100th. Thus making this post, a rather dark one, I'll admid, #98. Good luck to me, hopefully #99 will be a bit happier than this. I might even find a picture of a rainbow for it!
Ben

OooOooOooOoO

Only 2 posts left after this one... I better get to work...
Almost exactly 24 hours since my last post. Sad, but at least I have a sence of regularity in my life.
Not that that's a good thing.
I was searching the internet today, and I found all this weird stuff from www.skary.net.
Weird, strange, sick, twisted, eerie, godless, evil stuff. And I want in. It was pretty damn awesome. These little kids with massive black eyes walking around, being evil. One of them actually killed Cupid. How horrible.

So yeah, that was my day. Sitting here, talking on MSN. Boo, boring.
Ben

Sorry to do a quote post...

But I just wanted to get this on the internet, because NO other site has it.
"Now, I'm not talking about the sandwitch grinder, or the organ grinder you may find locked in sweaty coitus with your father, one fateful afternoon in Rome, no, you're a Class A Grinder, and you need braces."
"What? You must be joking!"
"I only wish, Mr Smith, and I only wish I'd never known the sickly sweet scent of my father's love with that filthy fat gypsy, and that i could have mustered something more that "Papa Noo!" before that shrieking monkey drove me from the room."
"But Doctor, I had braces as a Kid. Doctor, I've paid my dues!"

"Papa Noo!"
*Monkey Shriek*
"Do we ever pay our dues, Mr Smith?"

Yeah, thats from American Dad.
Funny, funny stuff.
Ben

So I went to this party, right...

I had an open mind, to start with, I thought "Hey, it's a chance to have some fun."
Heh.
Well, lets just say (so no one kills me later) that I did enjoy myself, so let that statement override any others in this post.

There were these two people there, her friends, apparrently. I've heard stories about them, but they didn't quite do them justice. They (apparrently) tried to hit on me, which I sorta noticed. How can you not? Then, once they realised that the fish ain't biting (heh) they moved on. And I thought only guys did that. Then, once they realised that all the fish weren't biting, they started being bitchy towards me. And that hurts. They barely knew me, but bam.

How can people you've just met bag you?
Am I that socially repulsive?

Grr.

So yeah, good party, I had fun, except bein' humiliated by people I've only just met.
Ben

"The real me you'll never find"

On a mission started by my own admission
I will leave you all behind
By direction I'll create my own protection
The real me you'll never find

Aspirations turn to fear and desperation
Nothing's ever good enough for you
Burn in sorrow 'cause I see there's no tomorrow
You'll only see what I want you to

Never gonna find me
Never gonna find me
Way down deep inside there is a real me
I'm always gonna hide and this is who you'll see
Never gonna find me
Never gonna find me
Way down deep inside they haven't found me yet
I'm always gonna hide and this is who you'll get

On a mission to establish my attrition
You may think that you have won
Your rejection has brought on my introspection
I'll escape I'll only run

Accusations may destroy my motivation
I can feel it when you're pushing me
Burn in sorrow 'cause I see there's no tomorrow
Only I know which me you'll see

Never gonna find me
Never gonna find me
Way down deep inside there is a real me
I'm always gonna hide and this is who you'll see
Never gonna find me
Never gonna find me
Way down deep inside they haven't found me yet
I'm always gonna hide and this is who you'll get

Break away!
Run!
Down inside!
I've got to!
Push it way!
Down!
I did not choose this!
God Dammit!

I don't really know
What I want to say
I can't afford the throw
Can't make it go away
Try to make it through
Fuck your decision
I can't feel myself
But I'm burning up now!

Never gonna find me...


Hmm. Makes you think, doesn't it.
Here's some food for thought (now THAT makes ME think)(I mean, how can you feed thought?) Thought is just a state of a conscious mind, how can you feed something that doesn't physically exist?
I mean, sure, you could increase the nutrient supply to the brain, but would that really feed thought?
How is it possible?

"Wow. That was a nerd-ified rant. What's happened to Ben?"

So it's finally Easter, one of my favourite times of the year.

"Why? He doesn't even like chocolate!"

Because I get to relax, without any cares, for 5 days. Normally. This year, I have work, but thats nothing. Speaking of work, they just called me in. But since I don't like Joe, I'm not working it. Hehe. I hope no one from work finds this. Wouldn't taht be funny if Joe found it?
Although, first he'd need to read, so I reckon I'm safe.
Ben.
P.S Ost-Pay Inety-Nay Our-Fay!

Madame e Miseur...

What up?
Hah.
Bet ya expected something really moral, really interesting, tre chic, as they say.
Fooled ya.
Just me.
That'll learn ya.
Hey, out of interest, do you ever meet people that no matter HOW much they screw you over, and insult you, make fun of you, humiliate you even, you can't stay mad at them? I do. Well, I know this one dude. He doesn't need a name. In my books, he doesn't deserve a capital letter at the start of his name. But you don't know what his name is. So his name could be alfredo, if you wanna believe that (no offence to the Alfredos of the world, I'm just illustrating, you haven't lost that much respect with me to lost that capital "A") but I don't think I know any Alfredos. So that's that possibility gone. Nice one.

You may (or may not, depending on your frequentability on the blog) that I've been doing a lot of shorter posts recently. This is true. Why?
Who knows.
Maybe my linguistic talent is being stifled by an opressive dictator whos controlling the internet in Australia... Noo! Put down that chair! Aaaah.....


Hah.

Got ya again.

I dunno, I just can't be bothered writing very much right now. And why should I, if no one reads it? There's a little something to think about, while I'm off with the pixies in dreamland. Well, not with the pixies. They stay away from me now. They said "Lets just be friends," and I've never heard from them since. Grr.

In the meanwhile, however, I'm just gonna sit here, refreshing the page every 20 seconds, to see if someone's commenting. Hehe. Or maybe not. Maybe 25.
Ben

Empathy Vs Sympathy

If you had troubles, would you rather have someone empathise with you, or sympathise with you?
Before you answer, I would like to first define both terms.
Empathy is henceforth defined as "Appreciation of another's problems and feelings without experiencing the same emotional reaction."
Whereas sympathy is defined as "denotes fellow feeling or emotional identification with a person when we seem to share his experiences and feelings."
So, you could say that Empathy is seeing that someone is sad, and saying "damn, you must be feeling pretty sad," while Sympathy is crying your eyes out with them.

...

Well, I asked you a question. Give me an answer!
Ben

Music, money and Monkeys Galore

So there I was at the iTunes music store, and I brought two albums (Adam Sandler and Chris Rock). I looked at my balance - $16.98. Sixteen Dollars and Ninetly Eight Cents. An Album on the iTunes music store costs $16.99. I just looked at the frigging balance, then started banging my head against the screen for a couple minutes. Then I realised that I could still buy songs... Heh.
So now there's a large bloody mark on the screen. Oh well, I'll windex it. So I brought some Tenacious D, and we're cool. I reckon that sometimes, the iTunes music store is good value, but sometimes it just sucks ass. Like, it's good when I want to buy a Family Guy album that will NEVER be released in Australia, and it's like, $20 cheaper, but it sucks when I buy ALL the songs for an artist, I got nothing to buy. Heh.

But seriously, even though I look like if I stand on my wallet I'll be taller than Josh, I'm really not that rich. In comparison. I mean, look at Bill Gates, for example. Makes the balance of my Bank Account EVERY SECOND. And then there's the Sultan of Brunei. He just frigging points at a car, even an occupied one, it's his!
*points*
"Of course Your Majesty. If it stalls on a hill, use the breaks then the demister, and it will be fine."
But yeah, I like working. The money's okish for a dude my age, and the people are pretty cool. (There's a few freaky ones, but they'll live) Speaking of work, Cooper and I have formed a mafia. As the only two dudes there, we kinda need some protection. So he's the Godfather. And I'm a "made man". Heh. "Tell no one. Spread the word."

And many of you (well, some)(well, I hope someone) may be wondering why I call myself "The Amazing MonkeyMan". Long story. Maybe I'll tell it on the 100th post "more extravagant-than-extravagant extravaganza". Or maybe not. :D
Ben
P.S. I just realised that, after reading the 75th post again, I really need to get working on that pixely picture...
Bugger.
Also, I put up some links to what I think are some cool blog posts. Enjoy :D.
БЕИ

Hey, post 90! Wow, what are the odds...

Who cares what the odds are.
The point is, today Josh, Hy and I went into a debating comp, and we owned the other team. Hehe. It was funny.
They were so unorganised, like, crappily so. We only won by 6 points, our of 300, heh, so they couldn't have been that bad.
Well, thats that done for a couple weeks or so, next one is a secret debate... Ooo0oooOoo0o0o..
Vaguely interesting.
Heh.
No, wait, hang on. It's not secret. My Bad.
Here's the next topic.
Crime and punishment.
Booring. That really doesn't help much.
Write an essay on Crime and punishment. OOOO, big help.
WRONG TOPIC! YOU FAIL! YOU NO GET VCE! YOU FAIL IN LIFE!
Lol... I'm so funny.
I don't get this whole emphasis on the VCE, bfd if we fail it, I don't care... and all this shit on the ENTER score, ooh no, I only got 99.94, I can't be a doctor! Noo! *kills self*
WHAT THE CRAP!
And it's so frigging complicated!
"The ENTER is calculated from a series of Study Scores received for each Unit 3/4 subject successfully completed, ranging from 0 to 50. A student's top four study scores (after scaling) and 10% of their next two best study scores count towards an aggregate score, which is then ranked against the aggregate scores of other students. In 2005 an aggregate of 145.1 was higher than 80% of people in the age group, correlating to an ENTER of 80. Achieving a perfect ENTER (99.95) usually requires an aggregate of approximately 209." Thanks Wikipedia
Yeah... complicated...
I cbf'd doing it anyway. Why bother? It's just a piece of paper, which will soon be turned into papier mache :D.
Soo, that's pretty much everything... Au revior, we (BSC) owns at debating, 2 of 3 yr 10 teams won (Bad luck Nick, Gab and Matt)... Oh well, next time :D.
Ben

BusyBusyBusy

Love to write lots, but got lots to do.
Debating
Work
Taekwondo
All this week.
Bah
And Homework
And Scouts, even though I've quit, I still help out with the little kids, cuz it's fun.
And I'm ridiculously angry with some people who shall remain nameless, but upon reading this, should know who they are. (See if you can guess, their name starts with "T" and ends eith "wo faced bastard."
Only posting this to not get yelled at by someone, still sad about Erin leaving work (cries), happy 7 months to Brooklyn and Josh, and that about covers it.
Ben

It's Weird

Whenever someone says they're look at my blog, I feel compelled to write, it's like a facination.
So, I'll tell you all about work.(Again)
So, here's a little Deli History for you. For ages, the place was a part of a chain of Deli's called The Cut Price Deli. Then the chain went bust, and the current manager Aurelia (called Reels) was forced by the center to buy the place and renovate it, and 8 or 9 years ago it became the Yes It's Fresh Deli. Then, in December last year, she got fed up after being there for 12 years, and sold it to this bastard Joe. And no one was happy about that, lotsa people left in protest. The ironic thing is that Joe's actually paying us better, and we're working shorter hours. Heh. So yeah, I was getting payed $8.94, which I thought was pretty good. Then we all realised that we were supposed to be getting HEAPS more money since August 13th, well, a little bit more each hour, and more on weekends. So we got pissed. About a month ago, he started paying us the right amount. Except, he owes us MORE money for all the Saturdays and Sundays that we worked between January 1st and whenever he started paying us right.
So thats about 2 months worth.
Score.
But yeah, thats about it.
Ben