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...

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...

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.

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!

!@#$ 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

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...

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…

Two Different Colored Socks

So I haven't been able to blog on the 17th because since Friday I was at Port Macquarie. We only just got back last night, so I'm making up for it now.

While we were there we passed by a shop called Zocalo. In the shop they sold various jewelries specifically those which star a variety of gems and stones. More importantly, within the centre of the shop was a stand which held a range of stones in their natural form (i.e. not attached to jewelry) and a description of what the do.

There were many baskets filled with a certain stone. Some had claimed to help with weight-loss, stress, concentration, and a diverse array of other “problems” people might encounter and would like help with. I was thinking who would actually buy these things.

And it got my thinking.

We all believe in little things that we can’t explain, (And no I am not talking about religion), we all have these little quirks or lucky charms that we have/do as a sort of safety mechanism.

For some it might be an article of clothing that we wear or occasions to give us luck or confidence. Others may have rituals that they do before they perform an activity. For example before I sit down on the ground I always do this little circle thing (like a dog) around the spot I sit down. I don’t know why I do it, just that I do (but only after a couple of my friends pointed it out for me)

I have this one friend who listens to “Let’s get it started” by the Black Eyed Peas before every b-ball game she plays, and this other friend who always wears her lucky bracelet before a test.

So just for the fun of it, I thought I would try it out. I bought two different stones.
A howlite, which is said to absorb anger, aid calm communication, relieve insomnia (because we all know I really need that) and strengthens memory (again, a necessity).
I also purchased a chevron amethyst, which is believed to stimulate creativity and intuition, and help resolved anxiety. (The real motive for purchasing the later stone was because I like color purple. <_<>

But anyways, we’ll see how things pan out. Who knows, I might actually get more than 4 hours of sleep tonight.

Anyways…

From a deranged lunatic…

I bid thee farewell…

N.B. i got the idea for the title when i was watching iCarly. In the episode iChristmas, Carly reveals that Sam wears two different colored socks to bed since she was little because she thought it was good luck.

Bordom and life goals

In continuation with my previous entry, holidays are really boring.

It has come to my attention that with said boredom, I am sort of productive.

During recent holidays I have made it a mission to learn miscellaneous facts, if you will. In previous periods of boredom I have learnt various tricks which are performed with poker chips. I also spent some time learning all the states of America and their respective capitols.

I am currently trying to learn the entire populate which is president’s of the United States of America. Including the dates in which they were in office and various historical events that happened because and during their time in office. This is proving to be difficult as I do not respond well to large blocks of information and have yet to find a game which can teach me. (Reference to how I learnt the states and capitols of USA).

It has recently become a habit of mine to go running when I’m bored.

What I find to be my greatest achievement’s that has produced from being bored all the time is my ability to play guitar. One Christmas, I asked for a guitar, and I got one, ever since I have been teaching my self how to play. It had been one of my many life goals and it has given me a sense of accomplishment.

With my never ending boredom, I have found ways to carry out my life goals…

Completed tasks are marked with an [x]

1. Live in Canada for a minimum of 6 months. (probably in Toronto, Ontario)
2. Learn how to play guitar [x]
3. Serve in the military (with my dad wanting my to go to Duntroon, should complete this task by 2012)
4. Learn the art of card counting [x] (the concept itself is pretty simple enough)
5. Perfect the art of card counting (wherein lies the rough)
6. Fly a plane [x] (that is if you count airborne microlights as planes)
7. Ride a horse [x] (albeit I was 7 at the time)
8. Buy a motorcycle
9. Live in Anaheim (best city ever! For those not in the know. Anaheim is situated in Orange County, California. Home of Disneyland, Universal Studios and the Anaheim Ducks)
10. Beat Maggie in something/anything [x] I beat her in PDHPE last year
11. Buy one hundred tubs of Haagen-Dazs (got 97 to go... BEST ICE CREAM EVER!!!)
    
12. Watch the Toronto maple leafs live (gotta love the NHL)
13. Go to Las Vegas
14. Go backpacking across Europe
15. Perform CPR on a person that needs it (and not some plastic dummy or some guy who wants some lip action)
16. Start a round of applause [x] (gotta love Monday morning assemblies)
17. Learn Esperanto (felt like learning a language, why not the universal one… the other universal, seeing as I already know English)
18. Go to six flags in Gurnee, Illinois, USA and ride the Iron wolf (stand-up coaster)
19. learn html [x] (tried once. Got bored soon after. Plus memory is a bit dodgy so it was harder than needed)
20. learn java script
21. find more life goals

Anyways…

From a deranged lunatic…

I bid thee farewell…

Holiday Hype

Have you noticed how every time the end of a school term looms closer, everyone gets hyped up about the school holidays. We all just can’t wait for school to end.

But alas when the widely anticipated event does actually appear we all can’t wait for school to start up again… or maybe it’s just me.

I love school. And no it is not because I’m some nerd who always does their homework and never gets detentions.

It’s quite the opposite. I never do my homework, and then there was that time I got caught truanting, and people started to think I was going out with Matt… but that’s a whole other story which I’ll probably never get to mentioning.

But anyways, back to the topic.

I love school because:

a) All my friends (well not all my friends. I do have other friends outside of school you know. I’m not some loser who just doesn't have a life.) So some of my friends are at school, I see them almost everyday and life is good.

2. It doesn't cost any money (except for the overpriced canteens, because stupid people in my grade think it is fun stealing.) Why waste $12.50 on movie you could probably download off the Internet just to spend 2 hours with a couple of friends which you won’t even talk to because you are watching a movie. Whereas at school you can talk to you friends and watch a movie at the same time without irritating someone because no one else is watching whatever outdated history show is on because the teacher couldn't be stuffed teaching anything. (That is unless you’re watching Black Adder/family guy/futurama… man I love my history teacher)

(iii) It is something to do!

Apart from the little “vacations” that your parents force you to go on because they are finally realizing that you are growing up and going to leave soon so they want to make the best out of your time together by sending you off to some campsite for a weekend and getting bitten by bugs, but are sometimes good when family decide to ship over some graham crackers so we make some awesome s’mores or when the family forgoes the camping idea all together and decide to go to some major city like Melbourne or Gold Coast and gives us money and lets us roam around which is all good until we use up all the money in the first day and then they go all postal on us and decide that they are never going to do that again but the next year they cave; and the expensive “outings” that you plan with your friends to meet up with each other, there is nothing else to do during the holidays. (^^ 171 words ^^)

What I find odd about the holidays is that even with nothing to do, we still find a way to stay up at all hours of the night (though not that hard for some, like a budding insomniac like myself).

I get so bored during the day and yet I can’t find myself to utilize that time to catch up on some Z’s.

Anyways…

From a BORED, deranged lunatic…

I bid thee farewell…

Reunion

So you know in primary school, you make meet people that you think you are going to be best friends forever and that you will never change. But then you get into high school.

It's like those cliched teen movies where a group of 2 to 4 people, of varied combinations of genders, meet at an age between 4 and 8 and decide that they are gonna to be friends forever. Somewhere along the way one of said members of the group ends up having a crush on one of the other members (this is mainly within a covenant which has members of both genders, though same-sex couples do apply).

Then they get into high school. At this point one or more of the constituents (if not all) get pulled into the apparent social high school norm, also known as cliques. then toward their senior year, they have all seen the error of their ways and become friends again. at which they vow to be friends forever...again.

but the the talent of writers, or lack thereof, is not at liberty here.

it is the fact that people change.

I had a 'reunion' of sorts today. in all eight people attended. most of which i haven't seen in 3 years.

And it got me thinking of my friends which i have know for several years now and how they have changed. some of which haven't changed... a lot, which i can be grateful for, but that comes and goes on a case-by-case basis.

We all adapt to our surroundings. how those who have known us since before said adaption can take it however way they want, but we all change.

we can't help it. but sometimes we like to hold onto the image of our childhood best friend for as long as we can.

Anyways...

From a deranged lunatic...

I bid you farewell...

2008, EAT YOUR HEART OUT!

You know when you have start worrying about your future when you father starts planning for you to go to Duntroon (for those not in the know, Duntroon is referring to the "Royal Military College" situated in Duntroon, ACT, Australia)

This made me think about the rest of my future, which got me thinking about today.

Today is:
> 01/01/09
> 1st of January 2009
> The first day of 2009
> New years day

Now as we all know, many hold various traditions for when heralding the New Year. There a various activity that people conform to for the upcoming festivities. There is a lot of preparation made for the various events prior to the New Year.

But there is no set thing that is done on New Years day.

But alas, I was brought into the light and it was revealed to me.

We think about the future, more so than the duration of New Years Eve. For many, December is the time to look back at the year we have lived. And January is a time to look forward.

It is like school. At the end of the year we think about how the time had just flown by and we try to keep the memories that we created that year. But in January it feels as if time couldn’t have passed by slower. Just like some people say, “A watched pot never boils”.

New Years Day makes us think about what will happen for the rest of the year, and the rest of our lives. New Years Eve is a day to look at short-term differences we can make in our lives. New Years Day is long-term.

Throughout the day I thought about what I’m going to do in college (even though it is 3 years away). What college I am going to, if it be RMC. And then is all the “girly stuff”, such as whether or not I want to get married, what I would name my children, etc.

New Years Day reveals to us what we really want in our lives.

Now all we have to do is make as many New Years resolutions (and uphold them) to make sure we get what we want in life.

Anyways…

From a deranged lunatic…

I bid you farewell…