|Googlism fun, quotes, and other stuff
||[20 October 2003|02:34 pm]
|||||'Stuck In A Moment You Can't Get Out Of' by U2||]|
( Apparently, I'm 625, I was born on 15 June 1976, I'm one of Canada's few seven-string guitarists, and I'm a photographer going to Costa Rica who was shot on a bridge while in the passenger's seat. I'm also a tourist resort.Collapse )
( Very true lyrics for me right about now.Collapse )
So we didn't go looking for my new computer this afternoon. Mum's going to go down by herself on Wednesday afternoon ... or we might go after school. I'm not sure I want Mum running around doing it by herself, mainly because she's computer illiterate, and also it's going to be my computer so I don't want things to get muddled or to end up with something I don't want.
( It's lyrics, again. But there's a bit of a story behind this verse, from an unreleased U2 song.Collapse )
( I love my mother.Collapse )
--- 10:20pm ---
I am the King of Procrastionation. All weekend I've had schoolwork to do ... and I haven't done it. The only pressing matter is my speech competition speech. The first draft sounds good enough, and I'll finish it tomorrow.
Honestly, I don't really care though. Debating is where my passion is, not public speaking. The speech competition is so rigged (well debating at the high levels is biased towards inner-Brisbane schools too), and the adjudicators are crap. The people who we think shouldn't win always seem to win. For example, this one moron in 2001 who rambled on two and a half minutes over the time limit - which should've meant an instant loss - made it through to the next round, and I believe he actually went on to come third. Or when I made the final in 2000, one of the adjudicators came to me afterwards and said I should've won. Sam was there, and he said one of the other adjudicators had taken an instant dislike to me the second I had a satirical go at school principals, so that's probably why I lost. Some people have NO sense of humour.
And public speaking isn't exciting like debating is. There's no fun of the rebuttal ... it's all scripted and terribly rigged and I don't really care. I don't care if I come stone motherless last. I'm just going to go in there, do my rant on reality TV, and see where I end up. The only reason I really have to want to win is one-upmanship. Haha, I'd like to beat Natasha. She's won the public speaking awards lately, and I've won the debating ones. I don't suppose she'd like me taking the public speaking awards off her. It's all she ever wins lately. She was Dux until I came along (and now I'm not even Dux). In fact, speaking of Dux, allow me to make a selfish rant here. Chantelle won Dux last year instead of me, and I was cool with that - Chantelle's a really nice girl and she deserved it. She tries a heck of a lot harder than me, that's for sure. But this year, Mitch could win, and that would piss me right off. This absolute arsehole is acing everything relating to maths or physics, and it irks me. He won a scholarship to the university I want to go to in a maths competition earlier this year (which I also competed in). Sometimes, I don't understand why God gives gifts to some people (and I bet some people say the same in relation to me). And Mitch is best friends with Danny, who is the definition of a flaming moron. He makes me sick. He really does. Whereas Mitch could beat me any day in an arrogance or egotism war, Danny could beat ANYONE in a flaming moron war.
Bah. That's my rant. I'm tired and that's crappily worded. Oh well, I don't care, I'm going to bed.