Welcome to my cosy little attic. I hope you feel at home. Feel free to navigate. I hope my insanity is catching. Comments are more than welcome.
What's Up (so don't ask)
30/10/04 The Dude left us - RIP
15/03/05 I turn 18... start counting my grey hairs
16/05/05 Last Exam. Forever, I hope.
21/05/05 Jack Johnson Concert - KickAss
25/05/05 I graduate... maybe
07/06/05 Kaz turns 18. About time bro.
HOLLAND FRIGGIN MADE IT! yay. I only saw the beginning of the game, the first goal (Holland scoring a penalty? unheard of) and it looked like it was gonna be a good match. By the time I left (about 20 mins in) Holland had like 8 shots against Latvia's zero... hard to believe they qualified.
The reason I didn't watch the whole match was that I had to head off to belem to watch Cheek by Jowl's Othello... but I mismanaged my time, and ended up arriving quite late (well, not that late, but they made us lateys wait for about half an hour)
They play was pretty good, I liked how they staged it. It was impressive, and even more impressive was the fact that I could follow it... with the help of the Portuguese subtitles (that Iago talked in a very slurred way)
It's quite a sad play ('tragedy', whaddaya expect?) but it has it's comic moments. Unfortunately, this performance decided to exagerate the comic lines at the tragic end... sorta softened the blow. However, they used some amazing staging to really show what was going on, like having Iago stabbing (the air) Downstage Right, and Rodrigo being stabbed DSL... (of course, it was Iago stabbing Rodrigo, but it really gave the audience an amazing view, and we could really see what was going on) the same thing was done with Iago and Cassio and also for some of the entrances... I can't explain it. It's complicated to describe, but damn effective to watch.
Then I went home and (to really anticlimax the culture I'd been experiencing) played some GTAIII... I'd done quite well, but then I stupidly got myself killed and lost my progress (because I didn't want to save, not after dying...)
It's the final stretch for the school year, the last school day of the week. Tomorrow is the arts festival, so it's not that tough, except we're performing the Reduced Shakespeare Company (I think we're ready...) and Nuts (today's brightnearly rehearsal was a bit of a shambles... I don't think we needed or should have done it, but it'll be good tomorrow night)
My mother was giving me shit because I can't go to their company party on saturday, because of the 1pm Nuts performance. Of course, she never checked with me before then if I could go, knowing well that I had performances this weekend. I made it clear last time she mentioned the party that I'd be happy to go, but I wasn't sure if I could. And she's still convinced that I can try persuade Scully to let me come late... like they're gonna delay the show... pff.
Next week we finish... I don't have a job for the summer, but I should get one. My parents are really on my ass about it... although it's never mattered that my bro didn't get summer jobs... I told them I'd be happy to do computer work (data-processing stuff... I've done it before) but I don't know if that's going to happen...
Obviously, by the tone of this post, I'm not in the greatest of moods. well, I'm rarely in the greatest of moods, it's just that it's only rare that I let my frustrated demons out and quit a bit with the humour. Also, the fact that this is my third attempt at writing this post must be getting to me. I don't know... I'm just bored. I guess this is why I smoke... kill the demons.
Speaking of smoking, my mother found/caught me smoking the other day... I'd gone out to the campsite to watch a footy match (England v Croatia) and I had just lit up when I turn my head and WHAM! it's mummy. I tried to play it cool, but I'm sure my whole body tensed up... she wasn't mad, she just said, "so, you're smoking now?" and I, ever cool, said "y-yup", and I can't really remember what she said next, but it was something along the lines of "well, don't let it become a problem" ("I won't") and that was that. Oh well. It felt nice to finally stub it out. Actually, I knew she wouldnae be mad, because she was ok with my bro smoking (other bro than before)... but now I can relax a bit when I'm smoking in my room. Goody.
Today I have to stay after school for Dido & Aeneas (that's how it's spelt... finally) because we're perfoming, I think, on saturday (hey, I just work here). Sydney dyed her hair red for the thingy, and I think it looks fantastic, but I don't know if she's so mad about it. I know her parents ain't... but oh well.
Now to respond to some of the comments: Anonymous, please use some pseudonym, because as is, I have no idea how many people you are. If you can't think of one, choose from the list:
Billy
Jilly
Thank you. Furthermore, I don't take necessarily easy subjects, Maths Methods can be tough sometimes, I'll let you have Portuguese B SL, that's shit easy, and Env Syst, even though there is some learning involved (I have yet to partake). My Highers, on the other hand, are all tough: English A1 ain't no joke, History is considered one of the hardest non-sciences and Theatre Arts isn't just arty-farty, we have a lot fo work to do. And it can be quite boring... which is the worst part. But hell, what classes aren't boring? And about you're friends' comments, that my site is "the asymptope of sadness" and "the limit of lamenessness"... they're right. I don't care... I do hope you enjoy it, though :)
And now, announcing the past winner of Spot The Quote: Margarida. Congrats, the man with the big cheque will be over as soon as possible. The next quote is: "far out... far fucking out" and it's from a terrific source. I hope you get it...
Ciao,
G
PS, you're right Ozball, I couldn't get on the other day
And portugal made it too. :D great game to listen too. now on with my comment. hhhmmmmmm i know that quote but i cant remeber where. sounds like somthing Ozzie Osborne would say. i wish i could see some of these plays :(, but living half way across the world doesnt help much. oh well i cant think of anything else to say. cya. Ozball
