Princess Masako and school

Hi peeps.

I'm still reading The Game but I got bored.

So I started reading another book. It's called Princess Masako: Prisoner of the Chrysanthemum Throne. It's really interesting. The worst part is, I can believe it. Everything I love about Japan is coupled with strict protocol and age old tradition. The gist is that the Princess's fairytale has actually crippled her to a poor state of mental health. Though I think any monarchy could do that to a person.

When it came out, there was a lot of controversy. The Japanese authorities held press conferences against it, saying it was cruel and full of lies. I can imagine they'd be unhappy. Who wouldn't?

Meh. It's good.

In other news, I have work tonight, 6-9. I was gonna buy some stuff but I'll probably just get it before school on Tuesday because IGA closes at 9.

This is what I need:

• Retractable Sharpie
  
• Coloured Sharpies
  
• Double-ended Fine/Ultra Fine Sharpie
  
• Sticky Tape
  
• Batteries (AAA's for my calculator, plus spares, and AA's just in case)
  
• Band-Aids (Can't have enough)
  
• Travel containers of paracetamol and ibuprofen
  
• Cotton Wool
  
• Paper clips

There are more things I could get, like a hole punch and stuff.

I get sick of never having the random tidbits that could help.

My biffel will give me the paper clips, so I'll do this:

• Paper clips

Yeayyy!! iCarly is on!!

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Kthxbi
Aidan

War

Alrighty, peeps. Last night I couldn't sleep so I started writing. I wrote a few crappy poems and then I wrote something else. I'm not sure what you'd call it, but whether it be prose, a diary entry or whatever, it has a point *shock horror*.

It doesn't have a title. Pick one.

Yesterday, my mother died. She was blown up by a suicide bomber. She was sent to the gas chamber. She was executed. She was stabbed. She was killed in the Iraq War. World War I. World War II. The Bosnia-Herzegovina Conflict. The Vietnam War. The Korean War.

Don't you understand? My mother was a victim of war. All war is the same war. There is no just reason for war. There is no more just a cause than peacefully ending war. There is no path to peace that can be followed violently.

Imagine a caveman. Simple. Dull. He has invented the wheel. His neighbour has found fire. He kills his neighbour for the fire. Now he is all alone.

Yesterday, my mother died. So did another mother. Two. Four. Ten. Fifty. She was innocent, a proud citizen of America. Israel. Jordan. Bosnia. Japan. Palestine. Earth.

We can't wipe out others. We can avoid them. Ignore them. Disregard them. Leave them alone. This call goes to Obama. Mugambe. Hamas. Israel. Africa. Europe. Asia. The Americas. Earth.

End the fighting.

The death of those killed in war is the greatest suffering one could ever inflict on a nation. A family. A mother. Daughter. Brother. Sister. Humankind. We all suffer.

Yesterday, my mother died.

Whatcha think?

I was feeling deep and meaningful.

You can do something for me.

Write about war.

Write about the pain.

Email them to me, or post them on your blog.

Let's make a collection. Get everyone you know to post about war.



Please.

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Kthxbi
Aidan

gah

I feel weird lately.

Sorta apathetic, sorta depressed.

~sigh~

My biffel is at the same stage.

We are two peas in an awesome pod.

How are you, interblag peeps?

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Kthxbi
Aidan

layzeebloggar

I'm lazy.

I haven't blogged for nearly a week.

I've thoroughly creeped out WKost. He's my new mancrush.

Mancrush /ˈmen.kɹaːʃ/

1. (colloquial) A crush-like but non-sexual feeling of attraction toward and admiration for a man

See, nothing bad at all.

I still like to creep him out, though.

(:

I's watching Law and Order. Just watched SVU and now Criminal Intent is on.

It's not as cool.

My biffel read Neil Strauss's The Game and said it was prime.

I got it from the library today. I started it. It's lol.

When we went to my grandparents, a chick that mum works with baby-sat the house. We left the animals here.

My cat Benji cut his stomach open pretty deep in a little hole and scraped up to his abdomen. He went to the vet to get sewn up. He now has a shaved belly and stitches. And he keeps licking it. If he keeps doing it, we have to get a cone thing. LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL.

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Kthxbi
Aidan

Time Machine Blog Series #8: Sunday, January 11, 2008

~yawn~ On the way home. I didn't write any more blog posts this weekend (my Time Machine broke) but it was a very short visit. My Pop had wi-fi, but it was a weird setup and wouldn't let my iPod in.

Meh.

I'm bored, hungry and suffering from a cruel sleep debt.

In short, I WANT TO GET HOME. I'm one hundred and sixty-six kilometers. According to the Navman.

I finished Ninteen Eighty-Four Saturday morning. It was great. Sad ending. I started Scatterheart straight away and I finished it about two hours ago. It was wicked!

Since then, I have stopped to have lunch, tried to read Stephen King's Lisey's Story (and failed), read the APC 2008 Annual that my Pop gave me, played Metroid: Prime Hunters on my Nintendo DS before it froze and I lost all progress. Yawn. Oh, and I've listened to an awful lot of t.A.T.u.

My phone's going flat. How will I text my bffl? How will I text Lili to say that her book was fantastic? Not that I would do that anyway; she's not Telstra and I've only got $3 credit. I get more tomorrow.

No work till Friday!! Yeayyyy!!

My house is twelve kilometers closer to Brisbane than Gladstone.

Lolwtf. Dad's listening to ABC Radio National. They're reading some story about transsexuality.

I am sooooooo boooooored.

Oh, and I was reading the Sunday Mail this morning and this Twihard (thanks for the new word go to Laura) was saying how Twilight is a really weak book and such but she's still hooked.

I lol'd.

I cannot possibly waffle on any longer. Except to say that I've wasted sixteen minutes and now there are only one hundred and thirty-two kilometers left.

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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Kthxbi
Aidan

P.S. Did I mention I feel d'urggggggg?!

P.P.S. I saw Loathing Lola in Myer.
Didn't buy it though; no time.

Final thought: ;_____;

Final thought P.S. I got two new pairs of shoes. The first are Adidas sneaker types, $49 on special from $179. The second are $260 uber-formal ones that I'll have to use for school shoes. Apparently they don't make Lynx up to size 16.

Last thing, then I'm going, I swear: The trip did NOT feel this long the first time round. I even got Macca's this time >.< (118km left!!!!!!)

Time Machine Blog Series #8:Friday January 9th, 2009

So it's 10:42 and I'm in the car.

I'm so bored I think my brain might rot out of my skull.

I tried Nineteen Eighty-Four and read thirty pages or whatever but I got up at seven and I'm too tired for such literature. I hope to finish it tonight, because I want to read Scatterheart by some random.

there are some nice views here. I've seen many cows.

Dad put some random CD on and this song keeps repeating "Running around robbing banks all wacked off of Scooby Snacks!"

Aidan: LOLWHUT? ;_;

I feel a bit d'urggggg this morning. I think only sleeping from one a.m. to seven a.m. did it.

Ima go sleep now. Well not go anywhere, but you know.

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Kthxbi
Aidan

Wheeeee

It's five to eight and soon I'll be leaving for the Sunshine Coast to visit my grand'rents.


Yeayyy

Time Machine Blog Posts coming? I think so.

Veg'ables!!

So, so, so, so me and my Dad built a fence for our vegetable garden and now we have one and it's growing and it's really pretty and such.

See here: (just tilt your head sideways ;_;)

Beautiful, no?

We's got a few things actually growing. Such as:

CAPSICUMS (x3)

and


CHILLIIIIII!!!!! (they grow a lot)

NUMMY

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Kthxbi
Aidan

^________________^

I had my little swimming lessons shebang today.

I have never failed more epicly in my life. I thought I was good at breaststroke. I had a rhyhtm of under, kick, pull, up, breathe.

Apparently, I was wrong. It's more like pull, up, breathe, under, kick, glide. I felt like a noob the whole time.

The lady doing it was like "Wanna take off your sunshirt?" and I was like "nooooooo. D'urggggg" >___>. Then she's like mmk whatevs.

Then I was like drowning while attempting butterfly. And she's like " wanna take it off now?" =D. And I was like "NO" <__<.

It was horrible and weirding and tough and embarassing.

I want to go forever ;__;

In other news, everyone's heard about the Arab-Israeli conflict occuring in the Gaza Strip.

The anger is justified. Israel was established around 60 years ago by the UN, and when this was done, it encompassed many of the holy sites in Palestine. Plus, the Gaza Strip is like the most fertile area. The anger is justified.

War is NEVER justifiable. There's never been any good come of a war. The Israeli PM or President or w'ever was like "There will never be peace unless Hamas recognises our right to exist and this will prove it to them". Really, Mr. Israeli Power Figure? There's a better way to get peace if you want it. Talk to the Hamas leaders.

Put. The. Freaking. Guns. Down.

Is 550 Palestinian deaths not enough?!

Is 140 dead children not enough?!

Anyone who's read my blog for a while knows how much I respect Queen Rania of Jordan. On her YouTube page, she talks about the conflict in a new video.

She states how it's not just a violation of international and humanitarian laws, but also moral code. She's right; this is a truly sad state of affairs.

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Kthxbi
Aidan

Swimming Lessons

I'm now getting swimming lessons, thanks to my mother ;_; D'urgggggggggg.

I get to wear these skin tight swimming shorts things.

These.

It was either those, or SPEEDOS.

Eww...

And, no shirts.

:O NOOOOO
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Kthxbi
Aidan

D'urggggg

I am d'urggggg-ing for various reasons.

Primarily, because Laura likes it, I'm exhausted and a friend is nagging me to use Facebook more so we can keep in touch when she's in Brazil.

Topic one: Paramore.

I like Paramore. I love Paramore.

Or I did. I've known for ages that their song was in Twilight, I could handle that.

I tried to listen to it on YouTube today.

The video clip is in the forest that's s'posed to be the forest in Forks.

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

In other news, ............................. There was more.

Um.

Oh yeah, Ima start researching philanthropic things young people can do. Youth philanthropy is interesting, and I want to write about it.

God, I cannot spell philanthropy right the first time. Ever. I type philantrophy. GAH.

I think I need sleep.

Oh, and, 60th post. Yeayyyy!
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Kthxbi
Aidan

Nigh-Midnight Ramblings, including the eight stages of awesome withdrawal

Yo.

It's 11:36.

My biffel wants me to help her find some Marilyn Manson book in torrent form. We can't find it anywhere.

And I've been forced to go to bed at 12.

Parents = fail.

These are the eight stages of awesome withdrawal.

1. anger
2. despair
3. annoyance
4. loneliness
5. anger again
6. emptiness
7. anger again
8. faked contentment

There you go.

Yayyyy.

I will go wallow in forced-to-go-to-bed-ism now.

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Kthxbi
Aidan

Scott Westerfeld and George Orwell (:

Okay peeps.

I just finished Scott Westerfeld's Uglies series. It was fantastic. C'est magnifique. Molto benè.

Seriously, they were the best books I've ever read. Makes me want to write a book.

I'd love to, and I've tried. But I get great ideas all the time and I can't incorporate them all into one book, so I give up. I can write poems, but just trying to write a short story is a challenge.

I could write a bunch of poems. Or I could write poetically and then translate it into prose.

Goddamn. How do cool peeps like Lili do it?!!

I've just started 1984. It's thinner but the pages are taller. Weird sized book.

Mehhhhhhhhhhhh.

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Kthxbi
Aidan