I dunno why I'm so tired. Yes I do, I'm lying. It's because I stay up so frigging late. And it's very fun! SO very fun.
Today was a pretty good day, nothing to strenuous, and I dunno why, but taking the tram home I felt pretty p/o'd. I can't even think of a reason why 0.o Mustn't be that important.
I got home, and Sam was on the front doorstep, with a massive wooden pole, tying his jacket to it. I got NO idea what that was all about, but he couldn't get into the house, because he lost his key and the spare key wasn't put back (i.e, he didn't put it back), so obviously it's all my fault for getting home at 5 o'clock. No one's but my own.
Gaah, I'm sick of being tired. And I have to go into the city tomorrow to find some bastard ass music book, then do... thing. Debating. Poor me.
This stupid lebo dude walked past me today, and he ran his hand across my chest. I brushed it off, as you would, and he started getting indignant on me! So, I ran like hell. That's really intimidating when that sort of thing happens (I guess it'd be worse if you're a girl... 0.o), because there's not much you can do. Maybe it's considered appropriate in Lebanon to touch people like that. Maybe people who are coming to Australia should read up on what's socially appropriate to do and not do before they get here. Grrrr.
I was meaning to get on Wikipedia ages ago and look this up, so here it is:
"Potassium is an essential mineral micronutrient in human nutrition; it assists in muscle contraction and in maintaining fluid and electrolyte balance in body cells. Potassium is also important in sending nerve impulses as well as releasing energy from protein, fat, and carbohydrates during metabolism... Research has indicated that diets high in potassium can reduce the risk of hypertension."
I don't look like I'm getting hypertension, do I?
Well, the page just started spinning, so I'd better go to bed. It's just me being tired, nothing to do with my good friend Potassium.
What a coincidence. I'm talking about Potassium, kalium, to use the latin (Atomic Symbol "K") and it's "K"ate's birthday today. Happy Birthday Kate!
Ben
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hypertension
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Potassium
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Friday, July 14, 2006
Hahahahahaha!
This is funny, you're gonna get a stitch just thinking about it.
I went into work yesterday to get my back pay, and my last weeks pay.
I walked up to the shop. "Hi Amy!" I said.
"Hi Ben!!" was the reply.
"Can I come in?" I asked,
"Sure," said Amy.
In I walked. I saw Joe on the way in, he was walking out for his customary cigarette break. I curtly nodded at him. "Hi Ben." he said.
I went into the office.
"Can I get my pay please, Amy?" I asked.
"Sure," said Amy.
I opened the pay draw, and got my envelope. I excitedly opened it.
It looked a little light to be holding upwards of $400, but nevertheless, I got the pay slip, and it said:
<edit> I just realised that I paid 23 dollars tax, not eight, so that kinda bones this whole thing up. Btw, why do I have to pay tax? What do I get. All the free street light in the world. I say, give everyone a candle and gimme my frigging $23 back. </edit>
Hours: 27.5
Rate of pay: $9.53
Gross: $262. 08
Tax: $8
Net: $229.10
I looked at the thing, shocked, for a few minutes, and then said to Amy, "I think there's been a mistake with my back pay. I'll just wait for Joe in here."
A few minutes passed, then Joe walked in. Amy said "Ben's in the office for you, he said there's a problem with his pay or something."
Joe walked into the office.
"Joe, I think there's a mistake with my back pay." I said.
"No, there's no mistake." He said.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure."
"Well, I'd still like to check the rosters."
"Ben, I don't have time to go through 3 months of rosters."
"But I have the time."
"Ah, well, let me just get my glasses."
I sat there for a minute while Joe went and got his glasses.
Joe came back in.
"Look, Ben, I just don't have the time to go through 3 months of rosters for you. They're not here."
"I understand that Joe, but I'd still like to have a look at them."
"They're not here! I'll show you what I've worked out."
Joe pulled out his folder, with a piece of paper that showed a bunch of workings out on it.
Joe looked for my name. There was a sequence of numbers there that added up to 25 hours.
"Do you want to check that?" he said.
"Yes, I do want to check that," I said.
"What, you don't even trust me to work that out?"
"It's not that I don't trust you, I just want to make sure."
I added up the numbers. They came to 25.
"Well, that's correct, but I still want to look at the rosters. And besides, you only gave me 20 hours worth of back pay."
"Ok, I'll give you 5 extra hours next week."
"Joe, I want to look at the rosters."
"BEN, if you can't accept that I'm not trying to cheat you, then I think we might have a problem here."
I thought for a moment, then said, "Ok Joe. That's fine. Thank you."
I walked out, said "bye" to Amy and Laura, then walked home, feeling angrier than I've ever been.
I walked down Union street, thinking, hoping that I'd see one of my friends, so I could talk to them for a while, get all my anxieties out. When I got on the tram, I saw peter. Even though I was still very angry, I laughed. I sat down at the opposite end of the tram. Luther came up out of nowhere, and I had a talk with him. He's a good friend. I went home, talked to dad about what happened at work, and we decided to write a letter. So I need to figure out when he started paying us double time, so I can work out exactly how much he owes me. Just for January and February, it was 34 hours. He's going down.
Ben
This is funny, you're gonna get a stitch just thinking about it.
I went into work yesterday to get my back pay, and my last weeks pay.
I walked up to the shop. "Hi Amy!" I said.
"Hi Ben!!" was the reply.
"Can I come in?" I asked,
"Sure," said Amy.
In I walked. I saw Joe on the way in, he was walking out for his customary cigarette break. I curtly nodded at him. "Hi Ben." he said.
I went into the office.
"Can I get my pay please, Amy?" I asked.
"Sure," said Amy.
I opened the pay draw, and got my envelope. I excitedly opened it.
It looked a little light to be holding upwards of $400, but nevertheless, I got the pay slip, and it said:
<edit> I just realised that I paid 23 dollars tax, not eight, so that kinda bones this whole thing up. Btw, why do I have to pay tax? What do I get. All the free street light in the world. I say, give everyone a candle and gimme my frigging $23 back. </edit>
Hours: 27.5
Rate of pay: $9.53
Gross: $262. 08
Tax: $8
Net: $229.10
I looked at the thing, shocked, for a few minutes, and then said to Amy, "I think there's been a mistake with my back pay. I'll just wait for Joe in here."
A few minutes passed, then Joe walked in. Amy said "Ben's in the office for you, he said there's a problem with his pay or something."
Joe walked into the office.
"Joe, I think there's a mistake with my back pay." I said.
"No, there's no mistake." He said.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure."
"Well, I'd still like to check the rosters."
"Ben, I don't have time to go through 3 months of rosters."
"But I have the time."
"Ah, well, let me just get my glasses."
I sat there for a minute while Joe went and got his glasses.
Joe came back in.
"Look, Ben, I just don't have the time to go through 3 months of rosters for you. They're not here."
"I understand that Joe, but I'd still like to have a look at them."
"They're not here! I'll show you what I've worked out."
Joe pulled out his folder, with a piece of paper that showed a bunch of workings out on it.
Joe looked for my name. There was a sequence of numbers there that added up to 25 hours.
"Do you want to check that?" he said.
"Yes, I do want to check that," I said.
"What, you don't even trust me to work that out?"
"It's not that I don't trust you, I just want to make sure."
I added up the numbers. They came to 25.
"Well, that's correct, but I still want to look at the rosters. And besides, you only gave me 20 hours worth of back pay."
"Ok, I'll give you 5 extra hours next week."
"Joe, I want to look at the rosters."
"BEN, if you can't accept that I'm not trying to cheat you, then I think we might have a problem here."
I thought for a moment, then said, "Ok Joe. That's fine. Thank you."
I walked out, said "bye" to Amy and Laura, then walked home, feeling angrier than I've ever been.
I walked down Union street, thinking, hoping that I'd see one of my friends, so I could talk to them for a while, get all my anxieties out. When I got on the tram, I saw peter. Even though I was still very angry, I laughed. I sat down at the opposite end of the tram. Luther came up out of nowhere, and I had a talk with him. He's a good friend. I went home, talked to dad about what happened at work, and we decided to write a letter. So I need to figure out when he started paying us double time, so I can work out exactly how much he owes me. Just for January and February, it was 34 hours. He's going down.
Ben
Thursday, July 13, 2006
So here I am in IT. I actually have it as a subject now, and it's slightly less good than I thought it would be. Oh well, I had Josh telling me how crap it was all last semester, so I guess it's my own damn fault. Grrr. I've finished the work that the class is doing, AND the work they'll be doing next week, so I think I deserve a little indulgence, and this is it.
We (Kate, Gabby and I) just had maths, but since the year 11's had stress relaxation classes, we went along to that. I say "went", but I mean "were forced to go". We spent the whole time thinking up stressful things, and stuff we can deal with. Turns out I can deal with an iguana stampede. Who knew?
I'm really frigging tired right now, seeing as how I had to get to school at 8 for band. I don't enjoy it very much any more, but I don't want to disappoint anyone. Also, I don't want to give back the piccolo, because I think it's in kinda crummy condition. Whoops. I got a crappy report for music, mainly because I didn't show up most of the time. Apart from that though, it was an OK report, no nasty surprises. I knew I did crap with everything, so no surprises.
I should be getting my back pay today, which is a good thing. Unless he decides to be a bastard again, in which case I won't get it today. But it'd be nice to have, so I could buy my 60gig iPod video, so I could watch all these video Podcasts I've been downloading. Hmm. And so I could fit all my music on it, which'd be nice too.
It's really cold here right now, but yesterday was frigging freezing. I looked at my hands, the knuckles were blue. Not a good sign.
That dealie there is the only thing I've learnt in IT so far.
Ben
P.S.
Roses are #FF0000
Violets are #0000FF
All my base
Are belong to you
We (Kate, Gabby and I) just had maths, but since the year 11's had stress relaxation classes, we went along to that. I say "went", but I mean "were forced to go". We spent the whole time thinking up stressful things, and stuff we can deal with. Turns out I can deal with an iguana stampede. Who knew?
I'm really frigging tired right now, seeing as how I had to get to school at 8 for band. I don't enjoy it very much any more, but I don't want to disappoint anyone. Also, I don't want to give back the piccolo, because I think it's in kinda crummy condition. Whoops. I got a crappy report for music, mainly because I didn't show up most of the time. Apart from that though, it was an OK report, no nasty surprises. I knew I did crap with everything, so no surprises.
I should be getting my back pay today, which is a good thing. Unless he decides to be a bastard again, in which case I won't get it today. But it'd be nice to have, so I could buy my 60gig iPod video, so I could watch all these video Podcasts I've been downloading. Hmm. And so I could fit all my music on it, which'd be nice too.
It's really cold here right now, but yesterday was frigging freezing. I looked at my hands, the knuckles were blue. Not a good sign.
That dealie there is the only thing I've learnt in IT so far.
Ben
P.S.
Violets are #0000FF
All my base
Are belong to you
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
I like writing about myself. Take that as "z'omg, he's such an egotistical bastard" but what I mean is: "I like to give an insight into how I think." I don't think I've ever written something so blatantly self praising it makes people want to puke. Not yet anyway.
So, I've got my birthday party coming up, everyone who reads this is invited, so no one should feel left out... I think it'll be awexome. I like birthdays, but it really pisses me off when I don't know what I want. People've been asking, and I have to tell them "No Idea." Grr, angry. Hmm... What to do at this party? Werewolf, obviously, and maybe some sort of games contest... Or maybe not, when thinking about evil glares I will most definetly recieve. But Josh wanted to showcase how pro we are at Donkey Konga, so we'll probably do that. I am most definetly... very good? What's better than very good? Damn, it's too late at night for me. My favourite time of day is probably about 4:30, 5 o clock. That's when I'm most awake, most thinkingly active, etc. Like, today, I saw this girl from primary school, and I remembered that she'd just had her birthday. I see her very little, but I remember that. How good am I? She was all like "Wow, you've got an awesome memory" "Yeah, it's a gift." Strangely, I can't remember anything really that useful, like stuff for school (useful, hah), but I'm good with useless facts and such.
Blah, I wasn't going anywhere with this post.
"You tell me that you love me so, you tell me that you're there, but when I need you baby... You're never there..."
Ben
So, I've got my birthday party coming up, everyone who reads this is invited, so no one should feel left out... I think it'll be awexome. I like birthdays, but it really pisses me off when I don't know what I want. People've been asking, and I have to tell them "No Idea." Grr, angry. Hmm... What to do at this party? Werewolf, obviously, and maybe some sort of games contest... Or maybe not, when thinking about evil glares I will most definetly recieve. But Josh wanted to showcase how pro we are at Donkey Konga, so we'll probably do that. I am most definetly... very good? What's better than very good? Damn, it's too late at night for me. My favourite time of day is probably about 4:30, 5 o clock. That's when I'm most awake, most thinkingly active, etc. Like, today, I saw this girl from primary school, and I remembered that she'd just had her birthday. I see her very little, but I remember that. How good am I? She was all like "Wow, you've got an awesome memory" "Yeah, it's a gift." Strangely, I can't remember anything really that useful, like stuff for school (useful, hah), but I'm good with useless facts and such.
Blah, I wasn't going anywhere with this post.
"You tell me that you love me so, you tell me that you're there, but when I need you baby... You're never there..."
Ben
Sunday, July 09, 2006
Milestones
Wow. I'm 16 now. And strangely enough, it doesn't actually feel any different.
But I get angry easier now. Hm.. 0.o
And, as a side note, this is also post number 125, so be extra proud.
I don't actually have anything much to say. But I was on funny junk, and I saw this asain monkey enclosure photo, and the sign said: "We do not like to be stared at our eyes. If you do so, we are not responsibe for what will happen."
Well, I thought it was funny. It's my damn birthday, leave me alone.
Ben
But I get angry easier now. Hm.. 0.o
And, as a side note, this is also post number 125, so be extra proud.
I don't actually have anything much to say. But I was on funny junk, and I saw this asain monkey enclosure photo, and the sign said: "We do not like to be stared at our eyes. If you do so, we are not responsibe for what will happen."
Well, I thought it was funny. It's my damn birthday, leave me alone.
Ben
Monday, July 03, 2006
I love to read.
And before you run screaming from this "z'omg another nerd ass ben post, hey, he looks like harry potter, which is the only literary character i know of" post, I'm going somewhere with that. So, just a heads up.
I'm at a stage at my life when I'm faced with thousands of choices. Some are big, like subjects which determine the next 10 years of my life or so, and some are small, like whether to stay up 'till 2 am reading. And lots of people are giving me advice on these choices. Many, MANY people. I'm sure everyone who's reading this is going through the same thing, or will be very soon. The point I'm trying to make is while I appreciate the help, I'm sure you have a lot more experience than I do, but I need to make these choices on my own. Hell. No one who's giving me this advice actually reads this... Hmm.
Oh well. Moving on.
I'm going through changes, too. People I hardly see are coming out with things like "Hey, did your voice break?" or "damn you're tall" or "Oooh, spread a rumor about her, get her back for that." And it's funny, because about 3 years ago (maybe more) I started reading stuff. Just anything that I came across, and I read about a curious disease called puberty. And I can objectively look at my life, the decisions I'm making and how I behave in general, and compare it to all this shit I've read. It's funny, too, because I might yell at my parents (or feel like it) and think "damn, I didn't mean to yell then, what am I doing? They're really nice people, they don't deserve that." And I'll look at the past couple minutes, see what is classic text-book pubescent behavior, and laugh inside. Because when I was reading all this shit 3 or so years ago, I was thinking "hell, I'll never yell at my parents, they're too awesome." And I remember this, and laugh. It's funny. To me.
So I go to work, where everyone likes me. Not necessarily "damn i want that guy" like, but "damn, he's a nice person, I'm gonna talk to him" and the interesting thing, I think, is that there's no other guys around their age to talk to. I've finally figured it out. They're (odds are) only talking to me, because there's no other dudes there to talk to. But then they get to know me, and think "wow, he's nice" and keep talking to me, I hope, anyway. I mean, if they were just some random person I didn't know, and they saw me, they'd probably laugh (like a lot of people do, I've noticed). I probably would too, seeing the spitting image of Harry Potter walking down the street towards me. But personally, I think that I look more like Seamus Finnigan, at least without my glasses. The movie one.
Without my glasses, anyway. Just an opinion. Thanks Wikipedia.
Wow, so off topic. Then again, there is no topic in this post, so I can't BE off topic, can I?
Where was I?
Oh yeah, people laughing.
So, they'd probably see me and laugh, like lots of other people, and it's funny that only when they're almost forced to talk to me that they actually see how "nice a person I can be." Don't ask why that's in quotation marks. Just don't.
Anways, the main point of writing this was, IMO, to say that I'm going through some changes (physical, and mental, and social probably) and I think it's funny that I can look at what an ass I can be sometimes, know what I'm doing and why, yet I can't stop it. Hehe. Maybe I just have a warped sense of humor. Maybe I just shouldn't post this, I think I touched on a few issues. I also think I used the letter "I" more than the other 25 combines. Well, it's my damn blog, I'll do what ever the hell I want. I'm gonna count those "I"s though. Wow. 50 "I"s.
Anyways, that'll do me, methinks. Au revior,
Ben
BTW, those I's only included I, I'm, I'll, etc, and only when it was me saying it. The count also ended at the 50 I mark.
And before you run screaming from this "z'omg another nerd ass ben post, hey, he looks like harry potter, which is the only literary character i know of" post, I'm going somewhere with that. So, just a heads up.
I'm at a stage at my life when I'm faced with thousands of choices. Some are big, like subjects which determine the next 10 years of my life or so, and some are small, like whether to stay up 'till 2 am reading. And lots of people are giving me advice on these choices. Many, MANY people. I'm sure everyone who's reading this is going through the same thing, or will be very soon. The point I'm trying to make is while I appreciate the help, I'm sure you have a lot more experience than I do, but I need to make these choices on my own. Hell. No one who's giving me this advice actually reads this... Hmm.
Oh well. Moving on.
I'm going through changes, too. People I hardly see are coming out with things like "Hey, did your voice break?" or "damn you're tall" or "Oooh, spread a rumor about her, get her back for that." And it's funny, because about 3 years ago (maybe more) I started reading stuff. Just anything that I came across, and I read about a curious disease called puberty. And I can objectively look at my life, the decisions I'm making and how I behave in general, and compare it to all this shit I've read. It's funny, too, because I might yell at my parents (or feel like it) and think "damn, I didn't mean to yell then, what am I doing? They're really nice people, they don't deserve that." And I'll look at the past couple minutes, see what is classic text-book pubescent behavior, and laugh inside. Because when I was reading all this shit 3 or so years ago, I was thinking "hell, I'll never yell at my parents, they're too awesome." And I remember this, and laugh. It's funny. To me.
So I go to work, where everyone likes me. Not necessarily "damn i want that guy" like, but "damn, he's a nice person, I'm gonna talk to him" and the interesting thing, I think, is that there's no other guys around their age to talk to. I've finally figured it out. They're (odds are) only talking to me, because there's no other dudes there to talk to. But then they get to know me, and think "wow, he's nice" and keep talking to me, I hope, anyway. I mean, if they were just some random person I didn't know, and they saw me, they'd probably laugh (like a lot of people do, I've noticed). I probably would too, seeing the spitting image of Harry Potter walking down the street towards me. But personally, I think that I look more like Seamus Finnigan, at least without my glasses. The movie one.
Without my glasses, anyway. Just an opinion. Thanks Wikipedia.
Wow, so off topic. Then again, there is no topic in this post, so I can't BE off topic, can I?
Where was I?
Oh yeah, people laughing.
So, they'd probably see me and laugh, like lots of other people, and it's funny that only when they're almost forced to talk to me that they actually see how "nice a person I can be." Don't ask why that's in quotation marks. Just don't.
Anways, the main point of writing this was, IMO, to say that I'm going through some changes (physical, and mental, and social probably) and I think it's funny that I can look at what an ass I can be sometimes, know what I'm doing and why, yet I can't stop it. Hehe. Maybe I just have a warped sense of humor. Maybe I just shouldn't post this, I think I touched on a few issues. I also think I used the letter "I" more than the other 25 combines. Well, it's my damn blog, I'll do what ever the hell I want. I'm gonna count those "I"s though. Wow. 50 "I"s.
Anyways, that'll do me, methinks. Au revior,
Ben
BTW, those I's only included I, I'm, I'll, etc, and only when it was me saying it. The count also ended at the 50 I mark.
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