Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Monday, May 05, 2008

Quiet

Nervous excitement grips me.

I've just completed my SATS sign up.

I hope I can find the discipline to study soon enough.

Beat on the Brat

Fresh flying apeshit, I haven't visited, much less written, on this log for awhile.

It's been hectic, these past few weeks. Between drama and schoolwork, family and friends, it's been a ballbuster trying to balance all my responsibilities. I'm one day before the deadline for SATS June registration and I have a geog test in about 19 hours and 32 minutes.

PE has been fun, high elements elevated my male macho ego to levels I've never thought existed.

The wonders of the Y chromosome.

Things are starting to cool, which only means that the rollercoaster is just climbing. Soon, there's gonna be another pile of monkey crap flung from the roof and onto my face. I hope I'm ready by then.

Sucks when fecal matter catches you off-guard.

It might help if I had a kickass metal exoskeleton to fly though. That'll help with the destress. Cue Ironman review: It KICKED WHALE ASS!!! End Ironman review.

SYF in about a week or two. I'm not up to par as of yet. Gotta get my game on. Should start listening to more Ramones, Who and Cheap Trick. Punk music to get the punk out.

Oh yeah... oh yeah... oh oh

Monday, April 21, 2008

Radio Ga Ga

I was rocked again.

Thursday, April 17, 2008

Boogie Wonderland

There once was a faggot,
Who looked like a maggot,
And thought he was God's gift to men.

He almost died,
And yet he lied,
Spinning glorious tales of victory.

Of morals bereft,
This champion left,
Mistaken he'd sorely be missed.

But with this decision,
Came copious derision,
And the euphoric roar of jubilee.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Johnny Be Good

Johnny, Be Good

Johnny, Relax

Johnny, it's not worth getting upset

Johnny, Life's Tough

Johnny, Keep Cool

Johnny, trust that he'll see you through

Monday, April 14, 2008

Somebody To Love

Oh God.

Thank You for We Will Rock You.

Amen.

I once said I fell in love and would marry Claire Danes's character in Stardust; Yvaine.

Well...

To add to that, I've now fallen in love with Scaramouche. The female lead of "We Will Rock You". I'm gonna marry her as well.

Shit.

I really am at a loss for words.

Shit.

I really am at a loss for words.

Shit.

I really am at a loss for words.

Shit.

The music was fantastic. The singing is still ringing in my ears, not unlike that of the waves in a seashell. Mig Ayesa is a God amongst men. Killer Queen is a Killer. Pop was a kickass fourthwall comedian. Victoria Beckham/Britney Spears and Ozzy/Meatloaf were incredible.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

My head might just explode.

Sunday, April 06, 2008

Old Time Rock and Roll

Ouch.

Each stroke of this keyboard hurts me somewhere.

Okay, I exaggerate but it does hurt everywhere

My muscles are aching.

My skin is on fire.

Am I in hell?

100 laps in the pool yesterday at the swim for malaria event felt ok. Yesterday. Woke up this morning to discover that indeed, 100 laps is NOT ok. Not to mention I have a nice red glow emanating from my skin. A nice red glow that burns every time I get slapped or pinched.

Might this be what a leper feels?

I have to start math IA, but my body is telling me to go into a nice cool corner and hibernate through the rest of the weekend.

Not to mention Bob Marley's "Three Little Birds" playing on iTunes is really discouraging me from doing much. Don't worry....... about a thing....... cos every-little-thing....... is gonna be alright.....

I realise my taste in music cannot be classified by any one style/genre.

Reggae is playing now.

3 minutes ago, Gogol Bordello was playing, Gogol Bordello being Gypsy Rock.

A while before that, iTunes was playing my collection of alternative rock and modern rock.

Through the last week, I was listening to Elvis, Aerosmith, Mr. Big, Bowie, Yui, MLTR and Joseph Arthur.


Wowee.