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.
First person I've ever met with that name... before that, I'd only ever heard it on the Taz cartoon... which I guess is appropriate, because both Hughs are Ozzes...
Not everyone understands him, and a lot of people offend him. But I'm best at it. That's not an insult, though... he's great. Although he thinks that he's my last choice when I have to choose who to sit next to at Lunchtime, he's usually someone I look for. He likes to go far from everyone, though, and often I can't handle the loooong walk to the concrete step-type things by the courts. The tables are sunny and warm... whereas he's ... far away. When I do feel like walking (market days) I usually go with him... and I can take his abuse. So what if i spend ages at the same stall, every week, and never buy anything? Once, I found an awesome S u b l i m e sticker, and I'm just waiting for the next awesome thing. Also, it's fun to ask how much the shisha pipe is, every week. One day I might just buy it... but I can't imagine how they'd react when I had to take it to school when lunch ended.
Often, as all people do, I like to go for a drink with people. Few are as interesting as him, though... he's a hub of information in our school. For reasons I cannot fathom or will not divulge, everyone feels compelled to tell him nearly everything, and he sees everything else. Not a gossip, though... but it's fun to check if there's anything he's missed. Then there's the joy of pointing out anyone who's wearing G&D and mocking the shit out of them. Hugh's is all real.
His house can more accurately be described as a prison. That's how he describes it, as another prison colony (per his heritage), but I beg to differ. Funky Munky is my description... I can't say I've been there twice, and both times were fun. I mean, what's cooler than having a church attached to your house? I'm not religious, but heck, a private balcony from which prophesies can be belched... what fun to play on devout Mass-ers. Better yet, screaming BOO during a funeral... hehe. The rest of the house is cool too... his party (sorry, dinner) kicked ass, and I got the priveledge* of sleeping in the haunted room. The kitchen is great for raiding, when his servants aren't there, and his dog is as Doce as it gets. Why a capital D for Doce? You have to meet her to know.
I think this is enough ego boosting for today... perhaps in future I'm make Hugh-Hugging a regular feature of R a n d o m R a m b l i n g s and then you can all learn to love him. He's great stuff, and I never mention him. He deserved the credit... just like I deserve a couple million slaps ("rump-ranger" isn't insulting! It's a compliment!)
*if anyone knows how this word is spelt, help me out. 3 English A1 HL students couldn't...
He told me that I'd never written anything about, and forced me to write something. He's my mate, so that's what I wrote. It's a love-hate relationship...
luv you too babe. any news on scotland? I hope you go... need to see some familiar faces. Ali told me that he's going... we need some of the old crowd to teach the newbies how it's done! sign up anyway, refuse it later if you can't go...
