April 21st, 2004

Mullet III

Like a preacher stealing hearts at a travelling show/For love or money, money, money, money?

Messages for people;
saintcheney, the CDs are in the mail. I think they should take about a week to get to you.
light_so_bright, I love you, take it easy. Just put on Mysterious Ways and pay close attention to one line of the chorus: "It's alright, it's alright, it's alright." Heh, Jamie and I were singing "Shamu the mysterious whale" yesterday ...
acommunity members, anyone want to post thoughts and such so I don't have to because I'm lazy? Heh.
aaron_3521, promise me you'll keep your hair like that. You finally look civilised. I don't care if you reckon it looks '50s-ish.

You know you've got it bad when you have Avril Lavigne's Complicated stuck in your head. It's high-tech week at school and so they had some presentation yesterday morning that happened to involve that song. Gah. Evil people. Avril Lavigne is loathsome and a disgrace to music. Alarmingly, I think I have an MP3 of that song on my hard drive for some completely incomprehensible reason. Oh wait, I used to like the Newsboys, so I suppose this all makes sense now.

I might be getting work experience at a local newspaper over the winter holidays. This excites me greatly. It better come to fruition.

First day of school was pretty good, really. Shame to be back around large amounts of people, but I actually enjoyed seeing my friends and acquiantances so it can't be all that bad. Being in Maths C really has its perks, I can tell you that. The stuff we're doing in Maths B now, we did back in grade ten in C and even harder, so I'm just breezing through this stuff. It's so EASY. Beautiful. Though I've given up hope on winning a lot of awards at the end of this year. Quite frankly, once I get beyond selfish motives, I really don't care. It's my writing that's important, nothing else. It's all about the writing. Writewritewrite.

On a random note, I realised something yesterday. I remembered a quote from Seinfeld, it's something George says along the lines of "If you took all the events of my life and put them into a single day, it'd look somewhat decent." I'd have to say that's true about me. I quite easily lead the most boring existence of anyone I've ever met. But I'm not complaining. I like it - it's calm, predictable, comfortable, safe, and a nice enough routine. It's not even close to perfect, but what is? In its favour, it has more U2 than one person is meant to be able to handle. I spent about an hour or two listening to Pacifier a couple of nights ago and it's the most time I've spent listening to anyone other than U2 since JANUARY. I am SERIOUS. A U2 fan I know told me about a friend of his - "he's decided he's only going to listen to U2 from now on because he doesn't think anyone else is worth his time." Wow, what a man. Though I have to say, a life without Pink Floyd just isn't a life.

Leaving that random note, I would just like to say that I love my mother. She's given me the most awesome option;
"André, you can either go to the formal and Schoolies, or I'll give you the money I would've otherwise spent so you can put it towards the U2 tour next year."

Isn't the choice obvious and easy? I wasn't going to Schoolies anyway, it's just an excuse for people to get drunk, high, or fornicate, and if I can choose between a few hundred dollars and the formal, I'll take the cash. As Jamie said today, "André and going to the formal are contradictions in terms." Especially when there's money involved. U2 tour, here I come.

I wish Dad would chip in a bit as well, but that's never going to happen. He'll probably just yell at me for being stupid. Honestly, I'm not sure what's worse - Dad criticising half my decisions and expecting me to still be his 'little man', or him just falling off the face of the earth. Alright, so the latter's probably far worse and not worth thinking about, but when he's having fun yelling down the phone at me, you'd never know. Though I suppose, seeing I inherited my debating talent from him, it gives me a bit of a perspective of what it's like to be opposing me in a debate. Then again, it's not as if I'm debating my own children. So. I love my father, but I don't want to hear from him.

And I got no schoolwork done last night. Well done, André. Got off to a fantastic start with committing to that work this term, eh? I think I'll give myself a round of applause! *wild clapping and cheering*
  • Current Music
    'Love Rescue Me (30 December 1989)' by U2