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Isn't it nice to know

That the lining is silver

Isn't it nice to know

That we're golden

She's almost brighter than the sun

Seems to me to be unfair

When you consider everyone

Who pales when they compare

When they compare

We should get jerseys

Cause we make a good team

But yours would look better than mine

Cause you're out of my league

And I know that it's so cliche to tell you that everyday
I spend with you is the new best day of my life

And now I'm sunny with a High of 75
Since You took my heavy heart

And made it light
And its funny how you find
You enjoy your life
When you're happy to be alive

Always knew I'd find someone
I never dreamt it'd be like this
You've surpassed
All that I've hoped for (and ever wished)
And I'm tryin' so hard
With all my heart and mind
To make your life
As good as you've made mine 

*sighs*
This is going real well.

It's been a while, hasn't it? Ooh, probably about...6 months and 9 days. Or 27 weeks. Or 192 days. Or 4608 hours. Or 276,480 minutes. Or 16,588,800 seconds. Or....maybe I'll stop.

Anyways, A LOT has happened in that time, and unfortunately I don't have a very good memory so I won't be able to tell you most of what happened in those 192 days, aside from about a month ago. Or maybe more. We'll see how we go. And it won't be in order. Sorry about that.

Here's a bombshell to start you off...I started reading Twilight. *audience gasps*. Yes, shocking, isn't it? I had a thought...about ducks. But that's not relevant.
So anyway, I thought, "Maybe I've been a bit hard on Twilight. Maybe it's not so bad. Hell, I've only read one chapter. And my cat always said, 'Never judge a book by its fangirls.' "
And now I am 3/4 of the way though, or thereabouts. And...it doesn't suck as much as I thought it would. It's actually okay. Aside from Bella's TOTAL OBSESSION with Edward. And the fact that he's a vampire. So it's ok. But it's not great.


I'm working at Macca's now. I applied two weeks ago (about), got called in for an interview two days later, then got hired three days after that, and now on Friday I have my orientation.
LET'S HEAR IT FOR FINANCIAL INDEPENDENCE!

I have three (or is it four?) assignment due this term, also known as the final one for the year, and indeed, YEAR 9 ITSELF. I probably should do them, but I don't want to. Simple, really.

Holidays were good. I don't think I saw a movie in those holidays, but I went to Tim's house and I went to Hayden's par-tay, also at his house. Holidays are good.

I should talk about the movies I saw. Yeah...I think I'll do that now.
First up, X-Men Origins: Wolverine. That was way back in May. Saw that with Hayden. It was good, with some wicked action scenes, but not the best. 15/20.
Next, Star Trek. I had obviously heard of it, and kinda known the basic premise, but never really known who were the characters and such. Kinda cool, nice CGI effects, confusing plot though. And I saw it with my dad, so he tried to cover my eyes when the half-naked alien and lead male were making out. That messed it up a bit. :P. Also 15/20.
Then, about a month later, possibly the biggest eye-candy fest of the year, Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen. The first one was/is one of my top action flicks ever, so I was expecting a lot from the sequel. But it was kinda a mixed bag. The plot? Well...it sucked. Like, really badly sucked. And so it seems that Michael Bay was trying to make up for the abysmal plot by throwing in gratuitous destruction, explosion after explosion, and HOT girl after HOT girl, and....it worked. One of the best films of the year. Reason? Three words: Transforming. Alien Robots. It doesn't get any better than that. 18/20.
Next month, the next installment of the Harry Potter series, the Half-Blood Prince. Loved the book, so the film had something to live up to. Better acting than most of the series, better directing, better everything (over the last couple ones, I mean). The third one is still king though. 16/20.
END OF MOVIE REVIEWS

In business at the mo. Designing the new $1000 note and $5 coin. Wow. I'm learning sooooo much from this experience.

Anyway...what else?

I can't make up my mind. Conflicting emotions, confusing emotions, all the same thing. I hate love. No, wait...I don't hate it...I hate the problems that come with it. :S


Hmmm....

Can't think of anything else. Just the usual. Will post again if any thing interesting comes up. :)

Boring. Yes. It. Is.

Wow, I havent posted in......about 10 days, and I think it's time that I gave my readers something to.....well, read.

So. I saw Monsters vs Aliens on Monday. The cinemas were packed. I guess it was because a) it was Easter Monday and b) it was pouring rain. Anyway, I give it 7.5/10. It was good, but not as good the golden masterpieces of Pixar.

Easter was good. Not much else to say, really.

I go back to school in five days. Yee ha, whoopie, wootness. (sarcasm alert)

I went rock climbing last week. Turns out I'm actually pretty good at it.

I'm going to Timezone tomorrow with Tim and Hayden. My one follower knows who him/they are, so I won't explain who they are.

So, not very much news. Oh, well. And I'm bored. Thought you'd oughta know :)

When will people learn; Democracy and computer programs don't work.

I found this talking program online, and it's meant to be a psycholigist. It's called Eliza. I tried it out, and here's how the convo went: (BTW, i don't actually bump into walls. just so you know.)

>> Hello.
How do you do. Please state your problem.
>> i can't stop bumping into walls.
How do you think that you can't stop bumping into walls ?
>> how do i think? don't you mean why?
Why do you ask ?
>> because i need help.
Is that the real reason ?
>> yes
You seem to be quite positive.
>> no, i'm not, because i keep bumping into walls.
Are you saying no just to be negative?
>> no
You are being a bit negative.
>> no i'm not,
You are being a bit negative.
>> yes
You are sure.
>> no
Why not ?
>> yes
I see.
>> no
Why 'no' ?
>> because i need help
Don't any other reasons come to mind ?
>> not really.
I'm not sure I understand you fully.
>> why should you? you're a computer.
Does that question interest you ?
>> no, why?
Are you saying no just to be negative?
>> i didn't say no
You say you didn't say no ?
>> yes
I understand.
>> that's good
Please go on.
>> umm....
What does that suggest to you ?
>> that i have no idea how to fill a gap in a conversation?
Can you elaborate on that ?
>> not anymore than i already have.
Do you say not anymore than you already have for some special reason ?
>> maybe
You don't seem quite certain.
>> that's because i'm not
Does that reason seem to explain anything else ?
>> i'm going to go now. you're not helping me.
Is it because you are going to go now that you came to me ?
>> no......
You are being a bit negative.
>> goodbye.
Goodbye. Thank you for talking to me.
>> you're weird.
What makes you think I am weird ?
>> bye
Goodbye. Thank you for talking to me.


It's very weird, and you can do it for youself here: http://www.chayden.net/eliza/Eliza.html

Revolutionary (again)

So, you remeber the short story I posted before? Well, that was the draft, and now this is/was the final. BTW, I got an A for it. My teacher (Mr bleep) finally gave them back. Pretty sweet. Anyway.....here you go.


The four grey, stone walls enclosed Pierre De Lèurs and created a sense of entrapment. Candles softly lit the small interrogation room. Pierre watched the flickering shadows dance across the ceiling as they illuminated his hard features. There were no windows to the outside world, so he could not tell the time of day.

The year was 1790. France was in a state of turmoil, after King Louis XVI was thrown out of the palace, and a revolution had begun. Pierre was in the thick of it, fully supporting the king and rebelling against the new regime, along with a few other supporters.
Pierre had been captured and taken to the new government’s headquarters in Paris. Now he was awaiting interrogation by one of the leaders of the new administration, a man named Goustav.

Pierre was snapped out of his trance by the sharp sound of a door opening and then slamming shut again. When he opened his dark green eyes he saw that Goustav, accompanied by two rough looking guards, had entered the room.
Goustav was strong, had a firm build, and was quite tall, which added to his frightening persona. If he was seen in a dark alley at night, most would run in the other direction. His threatening appearance helped to make sure that no-one stood against him for long.
The guards took their place at the back of the room just behind the bare wooden chair where Pierre was tightly bound with thick rope. The guards, who each had a black powder musket, were just within striking distance of Pierre.
Goustav stood in front of Pierre and stared him down. Pierre blinked first, and Goustav let out a chuckle.
“Pierre, is it?” questioned Goustav. “So you are the one who has been causing all the trouble?”
Pierre said nothing. Goustav glared at him with his deep brown eyes, and then signalled to the guards. One of them strode forward and swung the butt of his musket into Pierre’s head. It made contact with a crack.
Lights danced and popped in front of Pierre’s eyes. His head felt like it had been split in two. Blood dripped down from the large cut now imprinted onto Pierre’s skull and made his black hair become matted with the crimson liquid.
“When I ask you a question, you answer me,” said Goustav. “Or there will be consequences. Now, let us try this again. Where is the headquarters of the rebellion?”
Pierre’s head throbbed with pain. “Don’t know. Couldn’t tell you,” he answered.
Immediately the guards acted. One of them twisted the chair holding Pierre around to face themselves, then the other one punched Pierre in the stomach, again and again, until Goustav signalled for them to stop. The guards stood to attention and moved back to their places. Pierre tried to breathe, but couldn’t. The brutal blows had completely incapacitated him.
“Are you getting the picture now, young Pierre?” said Goustav menacingly. “You don’t talk, we hurt you. You do it enough, and we kill you.”
Pierre finally got his breath back and glowered at the vicious leader. He had no choice; he had to cooperate to some extent. But he was loyal to his allies, he would hopefully not succumb to the punishment and reveal where they were.
“Let’s try this again, shall we?” said Goustav. “Where are the other radicals?”
“Places. Probably somewhere in France,” answered Pierre. His reply dripped with sarcasm.
Goustav tut-tutted. “Wrong answer.”
Once again the guards came forward; and this time they would not be gentle.



Pierre could hardly see. Both his eyes were now black, puffy and swollen. He thought he might have a broken elbow. Every part of his body was screaming in protest at the ruthless beating it had taken.
“Judging by your uncomfortable expression, you seem to be in pain.” Goustav’s observation was an understatement.
“I am going to make you an offer,” said Goustav. “And I would strongly advise that you accept it. You will accept it, or face death. And not by guillotine. Something slow, and painful. Very, very, painful.”
Pierre wasn’t in a position to argue. “What is it?”
“If you tell me everything, locations, people, records……I will let you go, and pretend that you were never part of the rebellion against this new regime.”
Pierre was torn. He was in a massive amount of pain, and wanted this to be over. But he didn’t want to betray his friends. He didn’t know what to do.
“You have thirty seconds to make up your mind.”

***

Four days later, Pierre walked down the concrete steps from the Bastille into a large stone-paved courtyard. Many hundreds of people were gathered around a sort of wooden stage. Except instead of actors, there was only a guillotine.
There was a man standing beside the menacing device with his hands tied behind his back. He gave Pierre a pleading look. Pierre turned away with shame.
Suddenly the crowd fell silent. Pierre heard the shrill shriek of the blade falling towards the man’s neck. A roar went up from the gathering. He was dead.
Goustav clapped his hand onto Pierre’s shoulder. He flinched. He hadn’t heard him walk up.
“You did the right thing, you know. No-one could have stood up against us for long. You did him a favour by making the end quick.” Goustav gave Pierre one final glance, then walked away. As the crowd slowly receded and left the courtyard, Pierre felt alone.
The general had said that he “did the right thing”.
Pierre wasn’t so sure.

They're not all like this, are they?

Guess what my English teacher did today and Monday? That's right, he didn't hand our assignments back to us. Again. ARRRGGGHH!! Apprently we're too "rude" and "offensive" when he's talking. Hmmm.....right. Seems to me that he's just stuck-up and wants every fibre of our being to pay attention to him every millisecond of the lesson. Well, I'm sorry Mr. *bleep* (name bleeped for security reasons), but that's NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN!