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.

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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

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

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

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.

Days of the Week...

I was in my mum's classroom at her primary school last week, and there was this song on the wall called "Days of the Week." To the Adams Family theme...
"There's Sunday and there's Monday,
There's Tuesday and there's Wednesday,
There's Thursday and there's Friday,
And then there's Saturday!

Days of the week *click click*"

Etc... Yeah, it's a Special School, and they're 10. What can you do?

So, without further ado, here's which days I like more than others.
Number 7: Tuesday. Everyone hates Monday, I hate Tuesday, just to be different. Also, I used to work every Tuesday, and now I hate it.
Number 6: Monday. I work Mondays now =/.
Number 5: Sunday. There's just this murky feel about Sundays, cuz you gotta go back to school the next day... Not that that's a bad thing, I don't mind school (INCOMING! Shouts of HEATHEN!)...
Number 4: Friday. Friday used to be awesome, when I went to Cydus every Friday, but I worked a lot of Fridays in a row, and I haven't been for weeks, so here's Friday.
Number 3: Saturday. It's better than Sunday, because you don't have to do anything. At all. Unless you have work =/.
Number 2: Thursday. We go down to Barkley Square, I get chips, I get money, I have scouts, I get jumped on by little kids... It's all good.

And the number one day, in my opinion....

Wednesday. I love Wednesdays :D:D:D:D:D:D.

Work Experience was really cool. I got to hang out with a bunch of little kids for a week at a primary school, and do absoltely no work, yet get perfect results. Gee, sounds like normal school. I did pretty well on my exams, seeing as how I didn't study at all... I got
94% for Health,
94% for Maths,
60% for Science =/,
and thats all the marks I know at the moment. Oh well. That's an average of 83%, which is a very high A. I can't complain. Although, looking at the new grading system that the government is trying to implement, and A would be if I was 12 months ahead of where I should be. I think that since I'm in the SEAL program, I should get straight A's for everything, cuz we're doing year 11 work. Fair? I think so :D.

(Boring computer game section, feel free to skip)

I played the funniest game of DotA tonight, I was morphling, I got Butterfly AND HoT, and I was doing really well. Then the host said "HOLY FUCK A CAR JUST CRASHED THROUGH THE FRONT OF MY HOUSE!" and he left and I got dc'd. Damn, what a funny game that was.

(/Boring computer game section, start reading again)

I guess that's all I have to say right now, I might have a bit more interesting stuff in a day or two, but you never know. Wednesdays rock.
Ben

Hehehe. Work experience was awesome. Remember primary school, with colourful charts and such? That was my week. I got beat up by preps though, that was demoralising. But it was still fun. And I'm tired as all hell. Not a new thing for me, though. And I didn't do my Maths, and I don't plan to, so bite me Ms S.

ZZZZZZZ...
*Ben is asleep on keyboard*
Ben

I am bored. Entertain me.

Seriously, there's nothing at all for me to do right now. Warcraft's lagging like hell because dad's uploading some shit for his buisness to his online storage (which takes ALL FRIGGING DAY), and I cbf'd doing anything else. I am bored. Although, I do have to do that gay ass math project by Thursday (frigging Ms S, like hell anyone will)... I guess I could do that.

Snort.

So bored... No one's on MSN, so no one to talk to. And I'm not doing that Maths.

Holidays now, yay. Freedom. Joyous freedom. I love the holidays as long as there's something to do, otherwise they get stagnant and boring. :D

Bored. And cold, too, that's weird. Oh well. I hope somewhere, one of my friends is having fun =/
Ben