September 1st, 2003

Amak Axver

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OK, so I'm home from school early this afternoon because I have a doctor's appointment about my eczema. I decide to get online, go straight to check my e-mails, and, lo and behold, suspicious activity. I've got some e-mail back saying "message could not be delivered to < some address >", and the thing is, I have never heard of this address, let alone sent anything to it. Someone better not have hacked my account. That would piss me off, because last time that happened, I had to change my e-mail address.
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Amak Axver

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Date Created:27/06/2003
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Axver is insane. He is also U2's ambassador to Australia.
Strengths: U2 fanaticism, intelligent.
Weaknesses: U2 fanaticism, boring, lazy, champion procrastinator.
Special Skills: Can decapitate thousands with one Zooropa CD.
Weapons: Zooropa CD.
Something: We thought that we had the answers. It was the questions we had wrong.


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Fun stuff. Yes. Shame I'm not in a sarcastic enough mood today.

This morning was truly boring. Sam decided to take the day off because he hadn't finished something for Physics, so I couldn't practice my English speech terribly well. At least I have some of my lines - although not enough - memorised. Then I had two very boring study lessons, followed by an SOR lesson that was nearly as boring. So I'm glad to be home.

It's my Uncle Ian's birthday today. This brings up a lot of things. Basically, he's done some stupid stuff and now we barely hear from him, even though he lives only five minutes or so from my house. Last time I heard from him was on my birthday, and that was in freaking January. I basically don't have an uncle, Mum doesn't have a brother, and Nan has lost a son. He's gone off with this woman - Ian has some mental problems (mainly resulting in below average intelligence), same with her - and just won't listen to us any more and is wrapped around the little finger of the woman's parents. He's not the uncle I once had. But oh well, moving right along because I hate this topic.

Turns out this is my third last week of term, not my fourth. This, on first glance, would appear to be quite a good thing. However, it is not. I have less time to study, less time until exams, less time until all kinds of bad stuff I don't want to do. I must do homework this arvo. No procrastination, no saying "I'll do it tomorrow" or "It doesn't matter" - I'll get it done. What a change this makes. And my SOR assignment is coming together, or at least in my head, so that's good.

Doctor's appointment this afternoon ... hopefully he'll be able to give me something to get rid of this recent outbreak of eczema. You cannot imagine just how irritating it is, for your entire upper back to feel itchy and having to fight off the urge to scratch at it madly. I wish they'd produce some wonder cream that gets rid of eczema in seconds, because it's not joyous, I can tell you that much. I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy.

And I have discovered something fantastic - I currently have more download limit left to use in the next eleven days than I used to have left halfway through the month. Wow, I can download stuff. I have almost 250mb, and I only use about 10-15mb a day. This is marvellous. Rare U2 songs, here I come.

Hopefully more to come later tonight.
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Amak Axver

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Grr, I just typed out an entry, then I switched to look at another window, did some stuff, and lost my entry. Grr. I don't feel like typing it out, so to summarise;

- Went to the doctor's, he prescribed me two separate creams for the eczema, one for my back (and it stings) and another for elsewhere (which does not).
- The pharmacy we got the cream from was crowded. I never knew a pharmacy could be that crowded.
- Posted the chocolates I got Dad for Father's Day.
- Dropped birthday card off in Ian's letterbox, which really gets me thinking about how he's basically not a member of the family any more. He didn't even contact Nan for Mother's Day this year. That was low, truly low. He now only occasionally contacts some members of the family, but not Mum: Mum tries to show him how what he's doing is wrong, but he doesn't want to hear that so he simply won't call her. He's going to lose his house, he's shunned his friends, he's removed himself from the family. He's not the uncle I once had. I don't even know him now.
- I want opinions on the two satires I've done - 'Twenty-Seven Minute Satire' and 'Post Count - The TRUE Meaning Of Life'. Or, more precisely, I want opinions on whether I should keep working on it or not.
Er ... I can't remember the rest. Blast.

Ooo, M*A*S*H is on in half an hour. Yay.
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