Friday, October 30, 2009

social networking

generation y is so tech savvy and dependent on technology that the majority of our time and communication is spent on our computers or mobile phones.

We get home from school and then we turn on our computer.
We update our facebook status.
We comment on other poeple's facebook status'.
We update our myspace page.
We update our bebo page.
We tweet on twitter.
We reply to other people's tweets.
We update our blog.
We read and comment on other people's blogs.
We log into msn.
We log into skype.
We log into ventrilo.
We read our text messages.
We reply to our text messages.

we do so much that gives insight to our lives and yet there is little face to face communication. there is the odd voice conversation via skype or phone but that's it.

there is little that we do with other people without the technological middleman and i think that is one of the downsides of our generation.



anyways...
from a deranged lunatic...
i bid thee farewell...

Thursday, October 29, 2009

boasting rights

you know how we all have our own little thing that we're good at. that thing that we are better at than everybody else. that thing that gives us that secret joy from beating other people. that thing that we can feel comfortable doing because we know that we are good at it so we wont fail.

for me that used to be sports. I felt comfortable with the fact that i am quite proficient in sports, and not to sound high on my-self, i feel that i am better than most. That was until i crossed paths with ten pin bowling.

for several weeks now my youth group has our fortnightly bowling tournament. I am currently not doing to bad, but i am not to exceedingly well in contrast to my level of skill in other sports.

this was my niche. my thing that i was supposed to be able to do better than everybody else because without it there isn't much else i can do. (i mean yeah, i am quite a sharp shooter, but how am i supposed to show that skill off. also it's not like people look in awe at people who can handle machines that kill people proficiently.)

and what's even worse is that my older brother is beating me!!!

i mean he is already really smart, sporting ability is all i have left.



the good about it now is that I'M GETTING BETTER.

tonight i scored a 96. i know for some people that a low score. triple digits would have sounded better (along with the reverse in of the number, but that's just me being immature) but hey, Ill take what i can get. to me a 96 is great! and it also won me a free mcflurry form my youth leader for getting the highest score in my lane.

FREE FOOD FTW!!!


anyways...
from a deranged lunatic...
i bid thee farewell...

Sunday, September 27, 2009

BH Bubble

So I have been studying for the past couple of hours and I felt like I needed a break.

For those who don't know i have my yearly examinations in 3 weeks time. And I know that 3 weeks prior to the exam week seems abit early to start studying especially seeing as how I have two weeks of holidays to do said studying in, but alas it seems that I will be losing abit over 7 days of those two weeks due to a camp that I am attending. So I decided to make up for the loss time with some studying now.

This got me thinking about a conversation I've had quite a couple of times with my friends maybe even some other people too.

BHHS IS A BUBBLE.

If you go to my school for a while and you watch a tv show or a movie which is set in a high school, you'd think that they are overexaggerating everything. What with all the students drinking and taking drugs and having all-out brawls in the playground. You'd say, "that doesn't happen in highschool," and you'd be right. It doesn't happen in BH High school, but it does pretty much in most other highschools.

In BHHS, you don't experience high school like many other people. You focus on your studies or train in the sporting event that you represent the school/district/region/state/nation in. You can't go to you're friends house for and hour beause you 45 minutes away from them and you parents can't be bothered to drive you. You actually pay attention in class and fight the teacher to give you that extra mark that gives you 90%. You spend the lunchtime after that maths test discussing with your friend what answer they put. You spend your free time, couped up in your room infront of your computer trying to finish that assignment due while your next-door neighbour is out with thier friends partying the night away.

BHHS is not the normal highschool experience, but I don't know whether that is a good thing or not.



NB: the real name of the high school is left annonymous due to a certain principal who is addament about the school name appearing anywere on the internet unless it is an approved school promotional or educational website.



Friday, September 25, 2009

RAGE!

Parents are so aggravating!!!

They ask you something - you answer
they don't like your answer - they ask again
NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES YOU ASK A QUESTION IT DOESN'T CHANGE THE ANSWER!!!

I hate it when they go all bi-polar on you.

you walk away - they tell you to not walk away from them
you stay to make sure they have nothing more to say (you learn from experience) - they berate you for not going already.


ARGGGHHHH

They tell me our internet is almost capped. they tell me to stop downloading. THEIR THE ONE ON FB 24/7



This is why punk rock is the best invention in the world!!! THANK YOU THE RAMONES!


Sunday, September 13, 2009

!@#$ promises

so as you can tell I suck at keeping promises and deadlines and such.

the only reason I'm actually updating this is because if can't be stuffed to do my English essay which i promised Mr Brotherford that i would hand in last week. though i still win seeing as how i wasn't at school the past week for him to nag me due to work experience and i won't be in English on Monday and Tuesday because i have to "teach" little kiddies how to swim as part of my sport science class. the good news is that i miss out on school. the bad news is that i suck at swimming. sucks to be my students then huh.

but really the point of this is to NEVER make any promises. It's because no one can keep them. I mean NO ONE!

Your probably saying there is that one person you know that ALWAYS keeps their promises and are so reliable. LIES!!!

I'm onto those people. No one can keep all their promises, and those people who you think do are just really good at illusions.

see what they do can be a multiple of things:

one of the more obvious ones is manipulation. the manipulate the promesee that they did not in fact promise what ever they said.

another one is that strategically pick what promises to keep. as in the pick which people they will keep their promises. What happens is that is you pick the right people to keep your promises to and the right people to break them, then your reputation remains untarnished. The right people to keep them may be high authority figures or "contacts" that appreciate people with a solid 'word'. The right people to brake promises to would be those who don't care about the broken promises or don't care enough to gossip about the fact that you broke said promise. though you could probably classify this as manipulation, just a different form from above.
^^ the point of that was not to teach you how to manipulate people ^^

the point is all people are manipulative and unreliable sometimes when it comes promises so stop dogging me about updating a blog about my life that would just serve as a way for you guys to procrastinate not doing something you probably promised someone.

anyways...
from a derange lunatic...
i bid thee farewell


Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Gone are the Days of Insomnia

Now with school right on our doorstep comes a time of:

> catching up with our bestest friends which we never gave time up to see during the summer

> retelling tales of our endevours to said friends who aren't worth our time

> returing to our normal sleeping pattern (12am - 6am)

> gossiping about the latest news (which we had sworn off doing during or isolation)

> bitching about our english teachers who believe that valgate is another term for valgar.

> finding new ways to fight the establishment with various miniscule modifications to the way we wear our uniform. (LONG LIVE THE USE OF KNEE HIGH BLACK SOCKS!)

> skipping school and not explaining, only to have your report inform us that you have infact explained everyone of your 27 absences

> haveing a full pencil case at the begining only to find it decreasing and increasing with the loss of loved writing implements and the obtainment of others lost property.

> conveniently forgetting where your class is and rocking up 20mins late. (though once it gets towards the 2nd semester, teachers may find this activity to be suspicious)

> buying overpriced "healthy" food in the canteen. (what gets to me is that the "healthy" alternative to Coke is Coke zero but they still sell original Coke but only to a select few. they hide them under the counter and only get them out when inquired by teacher.)

anyways...
from a deranged lunatic...
i bid thee farewell...

Friday, January 23, 2009

Occupational hazard

The other day I had to go to the dentist for my annual cleaning with my two brothers.


I hate going to the dentist. It feels like and invasion of privacy. They probe all these sharp instruments into my mouth. Sometimes they blatantly disregard our comfort. Every once and a while I feel an instrument go against my gums in an uncomfortable manner and I can’t say anything about it. (1. because they won’t listen to me anyway. 2. I can’t really talk while the have their hand in my mouth.) I believe those occasions to be deliberate, or it could just be my abhorrence of their profession. But this is all beside the point.


Whist at the dentist, the dentist kept asking us, which one of us was going to be a dentist. I don’t know how many times I gad said, but they were insistent on promoting their profession.


This reminds of every other adult. They all seem to try and get us to be like them, especially our parents.


Have you noticed how many children follow their parent’s profession?


(Forgive my generalization alike in my previous posts)


If you were to ask some doctors and lawyers what were there parents professions, most of them would say doctors and lawyers respectively. Now some people actually like being said professions but there are those who do it because they have to.


Then there are those entrepreneur’s who own their own business with the name “Johnson and sons.” Now that implies you have to go into the family business.


Now all I’m saying is WE CAN MAKE OUR OWN DECISIONS!!!


We don’t need our parents or dentists to tell us what to do.


Anyways…

From a deranged lunatic…

I bid thee farewell…