As promised....

I am writing a Blog entry.
What fun.

Well today, as many of you are well aware of, is Good Friday.
Changing the date of Easter every year to keep us on our toes, the Pope gives a mass in honour of Jesus dieing... dying?

How do you spell dieing?
Because normally the rule is: Take away the 'e' and slap on an I, N, G.
Come becomes Coming, Write becomes Writing, Have becomes Having...
As in: I... err.... I Having the shop.
But diing just looks plain weird.
There is only one way to solve this problem.

TO GOOGLE
*runs off*

*comes back 5 minutes later*
Ah, apparently according to eclecticenglish.com:

Some verbs have irregular ing form

lie lying
die dying
travel Br. travelling
Am. traveling

Well that solves that problem, I am still a tiny bit perplexed what Br. travelling means though.

Oh yes, we are moving house this weekend. I am not sure the exact date but by this time next week I won't be in this house anymore which is somewhat surreal. I've lived in this house pretty much all my life and it has been good to me. It has always been sturdy and stood up tall in the face of danger. My only criticism to this wonderful current house is that it is a bit slutty. I mean, look at all that foundation.

Horrible puns and tangents aside I would like everyone's attention to be drawn to DRAGON BALL Z!
Just so y'all know i'm rewatching it.

And yeah, So I will now end this somewhat non humorous blog and either do some physics study or Reinstall Warcraft III.

Ciao

*sigh*

I'm not very good at this blogging thing am I?
I should set aside a time once a week where I can just blog but alas I am not organised.

Anywho, what has been new?
Nothing much, oh yeah, we sold our house so we will be moving away from our house of 15 years. It is rather emotional as it is a good house and has been nice to me.

But enough of this! I have a Calc test to study for and I promise I will write something on Friday.
If not...then.
Um...


Hm....


I will do a handstand! And I can't do handstands.

Uni

Well I just woke up yesterday morning and realised I had a Chem, Math, And Physics test next week.


Maybe I should actually open up my text book.


Oh and on a random note...does anyone actually read this?

*sigh*

All right all right, I'll post something.

University has just started to get hard. The plethora of information we wizzed by on the first week is now becoming increasingly important to our knowledge, unfortuantly we have all forgotten it.

So that pretty much sucks.
But in maths we are doing LINEAR ALGEBRA!
Dun Dun DUUUUUUUUUUUN!
Which is basically matrices, oh what fun.

Well seeing as I have nothing original to post here I will now leave you all with my Mario Kart peom that I wrote last year.
Enjoy. (Please enjoy, if you don't I will cut myself)
Speaking of cutting myself, I'm getting my head shaved tomorrow....just saying.

Anywho:

Hetic; Moving really fast.
All those hard corners to steer.
Cows and such whizzing past,
Whizzing right over your ear...
and by our karts.
By our karts they miss by centimetres,
We say "Damn that was close, got hit by peaches
with intent to kill. And homing too,
When I get one it is coming for you"

Hetic; Moving to and fro.
The first to cross the line will win.
But then again you never know,
someone might commit the cardinal sin
to stop and gloat.
To stop and rub it in our faces.
To say "When you finish all the places
will be taken up. I'll be first, you'll be last
and that is how it will come to pass"

But we, who are the righteous few,
continue, though we may not win.
We pause, pick up something blue.
It is the shell of a terrapin...
With wings attached.
Wings attached, A flying blue shell.
"Oh", we mutter, "This'll give you hell
and a thousand more!" as we let it fly
Flying, homing, whizzing by.

and as you get struck by that projectile
many more get sent to you.
POW block, Ink'd right in the eye,
lightning, shells and banana peels too,
no make that three
Three red shells, all heat seeking.
You shout "ARGH!" as the accelerator’s creaking
to actually start. Unfortunately for you
two more shells come, they are coloured blue.

And so we, the righteous ones
win the game, and come in first.
All the while we play for fun,
Satisfying our hunger, quenching our thirst
for something more.
Something more than repetition,
Some variety, oh this repetition
is such a bore. But the game has ended,
We shake hands, feuds are mended.

Update

Yeah, sorry for not writing anything humourous as of late but Uni has just started and my inspiration has been thin.

So I'm going to end this entry now and go STUDY!

:D

Well...

I could write about the other two days of 0-Week but I can't be bothered right now so instead I would just like to inform you I have located my missing Gamecube controllers.


They were underneath a pillow underneath my parent's bed.


And now that I think about it, I remember placing them there.

O-freakin-Week (Day 2)

"I was expecting you....O-week", drawled Jeremy as he spun around in his chair, "Please, take a seat."
O-week glanced nervously at the chair and back to the tightly clad mastermind. "Oh don't worry," answered Jeremy as if he had sensed O-weeks apprehension, "It gets much worse, MUCH MUCH WORSE! MUHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
The manical laughter slowly died away and O-week was running out of options fast. He could try serving a less Crepe breakfast or try to make the kids less awkward by not forcing them together but that was not likely to happen.
He carefully took the chair, glancing nervously at his host as he did so. O-week would have then opened his mouth and shouted at his oppressor "You'll never get away with this!" or alternativley "You're mad! MAD I TELL YOU!" as these narrative conventions are tradition, but then he realised that instead of a person 'he' was actually just a Proper Noun denoting a space in time where first year students gathered to learn more about their university and vanished in a puff of logic.
"Well", began Jeremy somehow lost for words, "You don't see that every day."

This pretty much sums up Day Two of O-week for me.
The breakfast was still Crepe (and twice as hilarious) and the activities were cringworthing to put it nicely.
Thankful that I had the foresight to run late and as such, me and my cohorts who also somehow 'forgot' to wake up so they 'accidently' slept in, missed out on breakfast. However the downside of this is that we did not know where to congregate.
We walked past a mass of students eating breakfast and mingling and kept on walking. "VEG!", said I, ringing my friend, "Where are we supposed to meet?"
"Um, well there are all these people..."
"And are they mingling and congregating around a mass of tables?
"Yeah, oh and by the way did you ge-"
I hang up. I got what I had come for, that was all I needed.

We arrived at the comglomeration.
"OK EVERYONE!", shouted an organiser, "I WANT YOU ALL TO FORM TWO CIRCLES, ONE ON THE INSIDE AND ONE ON THE OUTSIDE!"
Remarking how they were more of elipses my friend and I found a spot.
And then we danced!
Ok ,well we didn't but it would've been a damn good alternative to what we were about to do.
It was...speed dating but because of UWA's anti-discrimination policy we were required to speed date both sexes.
They gave us a little sheet that consisted of 10 or so questions that were not at all personal. Some being:
What is your favourite tv show?
What is your favourite band?
What are your dreams and aspirations?
How many times a week do you think I spend with your mother?

However, never a stickler for sheets I discarded these questions as did many other of my colleges. The ten or so people I met basically boiled their questions down to these select few:
What school did you go to?
Where do you live?
What are you doing at uni?
Do any sports?

To which the whistle will blow, signifing the end to our rather short affair wherein we would both take a step to our left, symbolically moving on in our lives, to which this same questions would be asked again....and again, and again ad nausem by people who (I could swear) all look the same.


Now the highlights as I cannot be bothered writing anything more!
GO ME!

Saudi Arabia (or somewhere) resides in Australia.
The UWA handbook using the wrong 'your'.
Ms Yola Schawmbanski, who unfortuantly did not speak like Yoda and was not German as we originally thought but Polish.
Dr Tim French, who unfortuantly was not French as we originally thought but Australian.
Powerpoint stuff ups.
Tripping over stairs.
Singing pokemon at the top of our lungs.
Losing the Game.
Getting eaten by a bin.
And being handed a rather large amount of green handouts which I was meant to distribute but found the nearest person and said "Take one pass it on!", and ran for it.

I will leave you with this little thought: Chicken.
I told you it was little.