~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!!!!!!)
1 comment:
Didn't buy it? That makes me sadface... did you see me VS the Twilight forum master. mega lulz:
Sam said 3 days ago:
Dear sir, we host a discussion forum on the Twilight Saga and our ages range from 21 to 58, so if you lived in the real world you would know that Robert Pattinson is an outstanding actor and most of us who appreciate his talent don’t squeal and are of drinking age. Right now it looks like it’s just you against most of the world.
Perhaps you can find another example to lure people to your website.
Sam in Santa Monica, CA
My reply:
Dear sir, I am of legal drinking age in Australia, and would be quite happy to be a part of your Twilight Saga discussions. I never thought being able to drink was a pre-requisite for having an opinion on the books and movie - I thought they were both made for prepubescents. Their quality must, no doubt, improve after a few pints. I understand, you are older than me, dear sir, and clearly, as a nineteen-year-old boy, I am far too immature to recognise the intricate subtleties of Robert Pattinson’s career-defining performance as a cardboard cut-out that sparkles in the Sun. Thank you, dear sir, for your comment. While you, dear sir, and, dear sir, I mean no disrespect, may have enjoyed Twilight, I did not. I have a different taste in books to you. I’d suggest you, as 21-58-year-olds, left the realms of fandom for just long enough to recognise the significant flaws of the books/film, or at least, recognise that others may not share your personal view. Go out, see a good movie. See Benjamin Button. Read ‘Carpe Jugulum’ by Terry Pratchett. Then revisit both the books and film and tell me there isn’t something seriously lacking. If you genuinely believe it, I’ll respect your opinion. That said, I won’t agree with it, I won’t change my stance on the book, and I sure as hell won’t stop telling others just how bad I think it is. Sir.
William in Sydney, NSW
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