It's me, Mario!

Have a post. My first (and probably last) ever! I forgot this even existed but Cookie Dough reminded me so yo. Do I sound 16? (Newsflash: it's actually 2 and a half years later and we're all at uni now and I'm writing this in an attempt to avoid studying for my summer school Law exam because some things never change). Aha. What else. Well what has happened over the past forever? Let's see:

• Went to Europe AHHHHHH I still remember how amazing it was and man, so many people on that trip have made something of themselves
• Changed groups/made more friends in year 11 something something don't really remember, it involved Eda (of whom I was terrified when this blog was last posted in)
• Graduated from high school (clearly absolutely nothing else occurred between these two events) awwwww. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RrwJSxJk6M8 guyyyyyys. Feelings. Let's all be friends 5eva okay never mind. (Is it bad that I forgot Kausthub was in this?)
• Uni. That's also a thing that happened. It was a weird year.
• Also college. I'm living at one of them. It's all the drinking and none of the fun.
• And oh my OMGGGG discovered Doctor Who, it's the best thing since Harry Potter!

What do people even write about in blog posts? Clearly I'm terrible at this. Oh yeah! New Year's Eve. Spent the night/next morning with Cookie Dough and uh... Thumbalina (what are pseudonyms even) and several others. We young people all like to think we're cool so we wanted to party it up and drink the night away but well... one of the wines was way too strong, most of us are lightweights, and spending the hours talking was just as enjoyable. We reminisced. About the days when this blog was written. Hahaha. Is this what adults do once they outgrow the novelty of partying? Maybe being an adult isn't so awful after all. Or maybe they're all dying inside and we're just too oblivious to notice. Uh. On a lighter note. Thumbalina: "sometimes my mum calls me a motherfucker and she doesn't even get the irony of that!" Surely the best quote of the night. Also when Cookie Dough thought this was from Les Miserables :D We saw Les Mis the other day actually. For the millionth time, Hugh Jackman's vibrato is rubbish. If anyone's even reading this, go listen to a recording of the musical instead. Universitayyyyyyy. Awkwardly I'm not entirely sure what degrees a couple of you are doing :S but anyway from my perspective uni is alright. It's a bit alright. Well actually it's just infinite fragments of awful and wonderful and you never know which you're going to get next but that balances out, maybe. I have nothing more to say. Adieu.

HAI

OH HAI THERE

(this is cookie at 12:25am on Sunday)

LALALALALA

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yusturduy (lolwut) i went driving. doesn't feel like yesterday when it was less than 12 hours ago.

And so I went driving for the first time. For 90 minty minutes. mint sucks.

and so the first time. and i had to go into a roundabout immediately and there was a truck and i was so scared ahhh

and i speeded. well i went 37 in a 30km zone.

also i went over the double lines because i am terrible at staying in the same lane when turning.

my fastest speed was 57km because i forgot that i was in a car and we were going down a slope.

um. i am going to continue writing up my bio prac. it's so long! like a dinasaur (saur saur SOAR)

ROARberries. That is copyrighted by ME. And I'm going to make a thing out of it. just like how BEP are BEEES.

go read my blog kthxbai

Drinking Kills Driving Skills

Everyone knows that I have my Ls and that I'm very proud of them. Well, at least all the people who read this blog know that. Which is very few, but that's ok... we're like the Glee club... we'll get popular soon... I don't know how to end this line of thought...

OK.

It's all really exciting at first. I mean, driving is pretty cool. And I love filling out my logbook, and writing out the odometer reading, and being a law abiding citizen.

But the things is, after a while, i.e. 25 hours of driving, its get a tad boring to go with your parents all the time, hissing instructions in your ear. And I'm not allowed to play music, because my Dad says so, and I have go at at least 5 km below the speed limit, and obviously never over 80. So I'm quite frustrated, and it's pretty tense, and driving is actually quite hard...

Which is why of course now I can't wait to get my Ps. Two /Three years ago you only needed to do 50 hours as a learner before you could get your Ps. And now they've bumped that up to 120 hours. So I'm feeling quite frustrated and everything.

But that just reminds me of something my Dad keeps saying as we drive around:
"You're behind the wheel of a killing machine! This is not for entertainment. We are NOT going to play any music."

And although I let out an involuntary snort, I know he isn't being paranoid.

In the news just the day before was a story about a 21 year old boy, who was drunk, and had stolen some car, along with his 18-year-old girlfriend and was being chased by the police. He sped through one red light and the police was forced to stop because of the incoming traffic. Unaware that the police had stopped chasing him, he sped through another red light.

At that intersection, his car collided with another car, containing a family of five. Three of the passengers died instantly. The 21-year-old was taken to hospital, and he died there. The girl who was with him was severely injured, and she can't walk anymore.

Was it worth it? That few minutes of thrill?

Yeah everyone hears about this kind of thing all the time. There are plenty of cases. But really, I'm glad the compulsory learner hours have been more than doubled. No, it might not be able to prevent some reckless lunatic from speeding through the streets, but it'll help to discipline the P-platers - gain more awareness as an L driver before you go independently.

Moral of the story? Probably just my dad's cliched advice: "You are behind the wheel of a KILLER MACHINE."

The Epic Exam Cram Coalition

This should be a thing.

HELLO

Somehow we both decided to check out this blog at the same time. =D
Write something here and save the draft if you see this.

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Sup bitches. I've got chocolate all in my shizz.

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Hey Aaron.

Except this time you aren't on the blog at the same time as me. So there's no amazing coincidence to celebrate.

Give me a reason to live. (Just joking, I'm not emo)

Actually that previous line just reminded me of the following:

GIVE ME REEEEEASON TO PROVE ME WRONG TO WASH THIS MEMORY CLEAN. LET THE FLOODS CROSS THE DISTANCE IN YOUR EYESSSSS ACROSS THIS NEW DIVIDE.

And

GIVE ME TWENTY GOOD REASONS... etc.

Give me reason, Aaron, give me reason.

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A post after one and a half months

This blog cannot die.

I'd just come on to look up the HDI rank of China for my HSC Economics exam, went on my gmail account, somehow ended up here and decided to post.

Yeah, I'm one of the unfortunate Baulko year 11 students who do accelerated economics, and haven't prepared for any of my other exams which are a week after Eco. And Eco is on Monday.

Honestly, it isn't that big of a deal. I've always stressed about the subject, but I think about it, and it's really just ONE subject. And a relatively easy one, at that. Yeah I gotta bit of memorising to do, but otherwise it's pretty much in the bag. And yeah, the word HSC freaks me out slightly but that's just because everyoneelse who does accelerated economics likes to parade around about how impossible their life is, and how they're going to get owned by the exam, and yet they all have their notes done and can recite statistics from the top of their head. But no, there's got to be panic, and things have to be blown out of proportion. Okay, not everyone is like that. But a lot of them are, so I prefer spending my lunchtimes with people who aren't doing the exam so I don't have a panic attack. I'm complimenting Sneha, Cynthia, Aaron and Sean and Emma Grey (Gray?) here.

Well, I realise economics is a boring thing to talk about. It's also pretty much a rant about my problems. So moving on.

The Nanny. It's funny, I guess. I love Niles and C. C. Babcock. But overall, it's kind of... cliche. Some characters are plain annoying and never funny, like Val. Typically blonde, impossibly stupid, and has nothing to do with anything. Fran Fine, well, the jokes get overdone i.e. we know she super materialistic, and connects everything to the fact that she's Jewish, and that she lies about her age and salary. And her mum - sheesh, we know she loves eating!!! And Niles hates his bloss ladida.

But whatever. I love the show, because noone cannot. The theme song is permanently in my head. I haven't been able to decipher the lyrics. I can't stand Mr. Sheffield and Ms. Fine as a couple, because Fran is wayyy to desperate for my liking, but it's still cute. I think I may have liked them more together if they didn't end up married by the end of it.

That's how I've always felt about Seinfeld. Elaine and Jerry. Nothing ever worked out, so it just left me liking them as a couple.

On that note (of "never working out") I better get back to work.

The Human Condition

I hate you all. Mainly because I feel sick.

YUMMY IS NOT IN MY TUMMY.

Here, have my English homework.

The human condition basically covers the entire experience of being human. It branches out into five main categories: desires, needs, emotional/psychological responses, “checks & balances” (the good and the bad), and most importantly, the life stages and their associated experiences. These life/stages are: birth, childhood, education, adolescence, love, aging, and death. They are universal. The human condition basically describes everything.

Translation of the above:

The human condition is a small piece of faecal matter that is lost in space time. It is EVERYTHING and nothing at the same time. It is basically, what makes up a human being's life story. And it does not deserve an English assessment.

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