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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.
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:: Prepare to evacuate soul in ten, nine, eight...
1:08 am
Well, it's finally happened. And since I got shit for not writing much recently, I thought I might as well tell you what I mean by 'it'
It, of course, is school, hence the Fight Club nod in the title. You see, I view school as a place that is designed to carefully extract the soul from teens and turn them into essay-producing sheep. But I'm just pessimistic. Speaking of pessimism, how long do you think a conversation about the whole glass half empty/half full can go on? Well, somehow, at my mum's birthday dinner, we managed to keep it going for at least half an hour... I don't know how, but it was one of the most annoyingly mundane and pointless conversations I've had in quite some time. At least my family thought they were being philosophical...
Anyway (there's that friggin word again) today was the first day of school. Last night I couldn't sleep, but whether it was because I was nervous or because I'm still in summer mode I can't say. Anyhoo, I woke up reasonably close to 'on time' today, had breakfast and got ready for the inevitable... I got on the train, having sneaked a cig, coz by then, I was nervous, and expected to see someone I knew... nope. Train was barren of Julianers (only one or two, but from like year 10, and some new guy in year 12 who I have yet to meet)
So I arrived at school (alone) and expected to see throngs there. Not so many from my year... anyway, long story short, people showed up and we had class and stuff. The worst thing about being back is the feeling that we never really left at all... which is kinda true. it's less that we go to another year of school and more like we end just another years time-out. Except in May... then it's real time out.
Another thing that you may have noticed: I never relayed Zack's story. That was mainly because I had hit 'publish' before I remembered to write about it, and partly because I didn't want to embarrass Zack. However, later on he asked why it had never appeared and today I asked him if he wanted it on, because I kinda do, and he did, so here it is. Now, remember that I'm a lazy person, so I'm not writing this all out now. I wrote it up for an email a while back (day after it happened) to Caroline (yup, she gets priority) and now I am copy-paste-editing it for you. Enjoy Zack's pain. And my mirth.
Nathan (big friend) was getting hyper (as usual) in the kitchen (i think it's the food) and starting fucking about with Zack (equally big, not as hyper) and pushed him against my kitchen back door... let me point out that my back door (hehe, not that one) is made of glass... so Zack didn't just bounce off (to Nathan's continual surprise) he broke it. I thought the only damage was the window and Zack's ego, but as he was walking (nearly running) to the bathroom to make sure he was ok, i noticed a clean tear (as in rrrrrip not as in weeep) in his sweater... upon inspection, his t-shirt had a similar tear and upon further inspection, so did his shoulder beneath it all (you saw this coming, didn't you?) and despite Zack's assurances that it didn't hurt, it was pretty big and pretty deep, so he got taken by my mum (his mum was away) to the clinic and get (count 'em) 6 stitches and 8 shots... hehe. I don't know why I find this funny, but Kaz (aka Zack) is a bit of a clumsy fellow, and this is far from his first major accident. Once at his own house, he had climbed onto the kitchen counter to get something, and fell with his leg being torn by a corner of the stove... ouch. that was a few years ago and he still has an enormous scar. Then, a few Easters ago, he had tried to jump over my gate to drop something off (there was nobody home) and he fucked up and fell. Let me just explain the design of my old gate and why this is quite a big deal. You see, before it was converted to wood (quite nice) it was made of green metal (well, metallic metal painted green) with a very nice little spike thing going on along the top, like this
/\ /\ /\ /\ /\ /\ you get the idea. anyway, what happened was he impaled himself for a moment with the flab from his armpit... he bent the fkin spike... anyway, he managed to get up and out and his mum called the doc and (tadaa) he got stitches and shots. I think he's had like 22 stiches now... thts wht he said. You see, he's not the most safe person... unless it's because he's deflecting damage. just yesterday was a bad karma day, for he had banged his head earlier on. hehe.
So that's it. and as for the quote, yes it is from The 25th Hour, but I need to hear how it connects to Scent Of A Woman. The next quote, though, is from another good movie (surprised?) and here it is: It's like finding a needle in a stack of needles. Try to remember to find the connection this time, and lets see if anyone still gets the last one.
This is the first time I've tried this feature on Blogger... emailing in posts. Using a secret email address (no I won't tell you) I can write stuff in the comfort of my own Outlook and let 'er rip when I feel like it. It means I don't have to worry about Blogger fucking up, something I've had to deal with often enough. It's easy to blame Blogger, it's not really their fault, I just wouldn't feel right blaming my own computer... poor thing. Never saw all the porn coming...
ciao,
G
