You stopped yet? No. Ok im just gonna go ahead if you read a spoiler it’s your fault. Brad Pitt (as Chad Feldheimer) was an absolute idiot, this eventually lead to his death… ah well. Despite his idiocy I think he was pretty awesome, up till where he got shot in the head while hiding in a cupboard - with a suit that has no ID or tags. Sure scared George Clooney though.

Eventually the movie came to an end… the ending was funny but I felt just a little disappointed with it, there could have been more. I’ll leave you with these slightly modified last lines (only cause I can’t remember them all too well):

“What did we learn?”

“Uh”

“Not to do it again…”

“I don’t know what it is we did do though…”

From my experiences it’s been based around a simple question. Why. I wan’t to understand the reason for the death, what purpose does it serve (taking this from a Christian perspective)? Its such a bizarre idea that you can see somebody one day and then oh so quickly they can be taken away. One afternoon you could be saying goodbye and then the next day you find out that you will never see that person in this world again.

One other thing that kept sticking in my mind was a piece of poetry I had written on the night of the crash (I wasn’t aware of the events that would occur within 2 or so hours of my writing). This piece of poetry was about death. You see I had the idea in my mind of a pale face of a relatively young woman, serene almost but with one small disturbance a slowly spreading pool of blood (a one line exert “A pale cheek - red blood.” ). It really made me think… I seem to envision all of these dark occurrences but never do I truly realise the full effects of them. If I saw the whole picture every time I wrote a ‘darkish’ piece of writing - I think I’d have to stop.

Anyhow, I do hope that the girls family (and all the other people involved) can find good from this hard time… if we don’t try then it really is a depressing world.

Saw the opening ceremony last night (alongside another 90,000 or so people) and it was truly spectacular. The amount of work that would have been put into it is phenomenal…

On that note my time is up. Expect more updates when I get the chance and hopefully a more detailed recount when I return… including information on my 24 hour day (with about 13 hours of it in the air).

Answer: A video.

The question now is what to do? Here is my manifesto: I will delete these supposedly bogus accounts one by one (that’s one a day) until one of them comments. If none of them comment then they will all be gone *insane laughter here*. Moving on. Do you ever get that feeling like you should have done something that you didn’t or something should have happened and it didn’t? Well they’re kind of two seperate feelings but I tend to experience them at the same time. One is the product partially of my overactive imagination and boredom the other is partially from procrastination and a lack of confidence I guess. Drawing this together I do believe that when I’m not out and about doing things and meeting up with people I don’t cope too well.

It starts a bit of a downward spiral which ends up with me being… a word I can’t quite think of. In the end it leaves me feeling down, melancholy and more. Life seems to look just a little bit grey and dull. To try and combat this I try to distract myself- I sleep in, laze around, play games but in the end it doesn’t really help.

I need human interaction. Something exciting, some drama or scandal to light up the world around me. On that note ill end yet another (and completely humourless) ramble.
Until next time…

I’m one of the people who doesn’t really have it. Naturally I find it rather intriguing, I can’t help but wonder what it would be like. What gives people this confidence? What is it exactly that makes girls comfortable around a guy and vice versa. Of course this is all from my perspective, so i’m going to stop mentioning the female side of my views… simply cause I don’t have them.

Kind of changing track here, something else that I find ‘intriguing’ are certain people who seem to be full of life. While writing this I have a specific person on my mind but I doubt that she’d ever read this and if they did what of it? You see i’m a quiet, shy, reserved person yet there are these spontaneous, energetic, fast paced people. At this point I wonder again what would it be like to be like that. If I wasn’t this semi reclusive boy who isn’t too great in social situations or making new friends (especially with the opposite gender) and instead I was one of these other people?

In the last few days i’ve had the chance to kind of see a small part of life this way. It looks fun, makes me kind of wish I was like that or had more close friends like that but I don’t really so ah well. Life goes on. Maybe one day I will find myself more like these people that I see, then again maybe I won’t. If you’ve gotten this far… well I hope you don’t think im a sociopath and if you think you’ve been talked about in here well… eh.

Sorry for the wall of text, I really should include some graphics to break up the black and white eyesore. So all of you know… if somehow I have caused offence please realise nothing was meant by it (I don’t see anything really offensive but just in case). As i’ve said in other posts, im really not that weird; i’m just some quiet (slightly desperate… I find it sad that I realise this but seem unable to change it) guy.

You can blame this ramble on study camp… no really.

By this stage you might be wondering why even bother? Well if I don’t do it now I probably won’t do it at all. You see starting tomorrow i’m on a ’study camp’ that goes the whole working week. After that it’s the very last week of holidays and then back to school. School then involves the torturous experience of my trial HSC, one of the final steps in 13 long years of education. These trials are pretty major… they make up a considerable proportion of my final mark, in fact the only thing that’s more important than them is the actual HSC itself (that in most cases, sometimes there can be bigger challenges *shudders*). You know what else due to the fact that i’m going to be overseas during 1 and a half weeks of my trial HSC exams i get to finish them all… *drum roll* in four days!

Ah well. Life goes on. Speaking of life I may soon be just a little bit closer to the ‘responsibility’ and ‘freedom’ of adulthood. You see here in Australia (in New South Wales particularly) we have quite a long system to get your full drivers license. Currently i’m at the stage where I can only drive with a licensed drives sitting beside me. Well very shortly i’ll be doing a driving test to see if I can get my ‘provisional license’, which would allow me to drive alone. So watch out.

On that note my creative ‘genius’ is running out, so that’s all… until I post again…
Don’t hold your breath, no seriously - legal fees are waaay too expensive nowadays. Just one last parting gift, after you’ve finished laughing (whether about the following comic or my blog post… I really doubt the latter click on the comic, read all of them they’re funny.

The other night the film King Arthur was on TV. I was watching it like your average movie watcher and I started thinking… why is life always more spectacular in the films? Where are all those meaningful moments and beautiful people that are constantly plastered into the minds of anybody who watches a movie?

I want to see a movie which accurately depicts real life. Not some fanciful world that isn’t real… You know the reason why no movies like that are made? Cause nobody wants to pay money to see what they already have. They want to escape. Into someone else’s world and life, where they aren’t just normal. They want a life where they could be Keira Knightley (Wonderfully mysterious ‘pagan’ local who Arthur rescues… turns out she’s some kick ass warrior as well) or Clive Owen (Arthur in this case), mixed in with an amazing plot and true love.

Where does this leave us? Lusting after some world that isn’t real with characters who don’t exist. I know for me I see just how great the difference is between my world and that of the cinema. I don’t have artificial lighting, lines, make-up and as far as I know no destiny to rule England.

Then I wonder what life would be like if I was one of those actors who got to immerse themselves in this magical other world. I’m sure to them a lot of the magic has been lost. The smooth scenes we see can be quite difficult, long and painful to make. Or so my knowledge of cinematography (which isn’t a lot) would tell me.

Ah well. Now that you’ve heard my rant and seen a little preview into what makes me tick. Now I’m just going to go off and dream a life between me as Arthur and Guinevere (Keira Kinightley).

I promise you I’m really not that weird, really I’m not…

Now that I’m on my own site (yes the domain name is mine) I’ve had to go through the pain of trying to find a decent free host. I ended up settling with 000WebHost and the situation has been pretty good so far. If ever you’re looking for a free web host - make sure you look at them.

I hope one day they pay me for all that good word… otherwise I’m selling myself out - for nothing.

And on that note I hope to be back here with a real post soon… Speaking of real posts I managed to import all of my old ones =]

You see I am suffering something like writers block. Well actually I just procrastinate a lot and as I said before year 12 isn’t exactly easy. So here I am rambling on about… well… nothing. Sometimes I think about starting up a new blog where I don’t attempt to be funny but instead actually discuss serious topics without trying to put in some strained form of humour. However I don’t think that would be a particularly good idea as:

A) I’d probably not update it often (Kind of like this blog)

B) I doubt anyone would read it or comment.

Once again I truly am sorry for this sad excuse of a blog… but I really can’t think of anything else to say. Just on a side note here, can anyone think of a decent name for a program that encrypts and decrypts files. My IPT project really needs a good name.

Follow the yellow brick road… you know what I’m talking about - if you don’t well then ask me, just don’t expect me to tell you =]