I Can't Make It To Your Wedding But I'll Be At Your Wake
Well this is surprising, I didn't miss this update. :P Yays! Well, better get cracking right onto this while I can.
Sunday was pretty boring, I didn't do much besides read my Personal Study book and do some other homework. A pretty bland day in all so I won't get into much detail about it.
Monday has yet again proven itself to be a good day for me, although it didn't start so well. My bus was pretty late in the morning so I was standing around for a bit longer than usual, although Garret and Godley were actually keen on conversation for once so it did pass by pretty fast, although for once since I have been back at school when we arrived at school Mr Gillen wanted us to write our names on a piece of paper so he knew who was on the bus. Which is weird because our bus is regularly late and we rarely do this procedure. Hell, my registration teacher expects me to say "Bus was late" whenever I enter the class, it's routine. I went straight up to my class to find out that we were in the theatre -the empty class was a dead giveaway- so I shot over just in time to get a seat with Pollo before anything started, which was fun. We had our year Chaplain in again, man, our year just doesn't mix with religion. I mean, I am a protestant (Not at all a good one, I know) but Hell, my year is mostly made up of Aetheists. When she said she was going to do a prayer I tried to count how many people joined her, I counted ten but I think I missed a few. The "Amen" at the end was pitiful though. Straight off to Graphics after a few words from Mr Young -none of which I remember- which was an alright period. Clivey and Pollo were pretty tired along with me so the conversation was weak. Art was boring as Hell, we are starting our second essay in Art, our first for expressive though -I am handing in the introduction to my design essay tommorrow- about the Impressionists, man I hate expressive essays. Artists are so boring to write about... Except Van Gogh (Which is an option for the post-impressionist essay) because he was so amazing, I mean, he stabbed his friend, then cut off his own ear in remorse. Legend! Computing was another borefest, direct quote from Thomas at the end "Man, Mr Purdue bored me to death so much I am crying!" which was moderately true, his eyes were watering up, although I suspect a yawn. Social Ed. was unbearable, we had a careers talk from this really annoying fat woman, I spent most of the period cursing under my breath and wishing she would shut up and leave, which she did... Eventually. Oh yeah, we had Mr Dyball for the second period in a row, I hope to God he isn't our new teacher, I mean, it's no wonder his wife left him. The man is an asshole. History was alright, I got to do some work on the Cold War so it was alright, Scott was off though so there was no banter with him and Pollo. Gutted. English last period was alright, I just made a wee table and wrote words on it for my Personal Reflective Essay, should be alright although we are back to the Cone Gatherers tommorrow. Woot! More Scottish book reading!
A lot of people have asked me this in the past, so I think it's about time I revealed the answers to their questions.
Question: What sort of music do you like?
Answer:
In a list format, here it is.
Example: Band Name - Favourite Song Title
Sunday was pretty boring, I didn't do much besides read my Personal Study book and do some other homework. A pretty bland day in all so I won't get into much detail about it.
Monday has yet again proven itself to be a good day for me, although it didn't start so well. My bus was pretty late in the morning so I was standing around for a bit longer than usual, although Garret and Godley were actually keen on conversation for once so it did pass by pretty fast, although for once since I have been back at school when we arrived at school Mr Gillen wanted us to write our names on a piece of paper so he knew who was on the bus. Which is weird because our bus is regularly late and we rarely do this procedure. Hell, my registration teacher expects me to say "Bus was late" whenever I enter the class, it's routine. I went straight up to my class to find out that we were in the theatre -the empty class was a dead giveaway- so I shot over just in time to get a seat with Pollo before anything started, which was fun. We had our year Chaplain in again, man, our year just doesn't mix with religion. I mean, I am a protestant (Not at all a good one, I know) but Hell, my year is mostly made up of Aetheists. When she said she was going to do a prayer I tried to count how many people joined her, I counted ten but I think I missed a few. The "Amen" at the end was pitiful though. Straight off to Graphics after a few words from Mr Young -none of which I remember- which was an alright period. Clivey and Pollo were pretty tired along with me so the conversation was weak. Art was boring as Hell, we are starting our second essay in Art, our first for expressive though -I am handing in the introduction to my design essay tommorrow- about the Impressionists, man I hate expressive essays. Artists are so boring to write about... Except Van Gogh (Which is an option for the post-impressionist essay) because he was so amazing, I mean, he stabbed his friend, then cut off his own ear in remorse. Legend! Computing was another borefest, direct quote from Thomas at the end "Man, Mr Purdue bored me to death so much I am crying!" which was moderately true, his eyes were watering up, although I suspect a yawn. Social Ed. was unbearable, we had a careers talk from this really annoying fat woman, I spent most of the period cursing under my breath and wishing she would shut up and leave, which she did... Eventually. Oh yeah, we had Mr Dyball for the second period in a row, I hope to God he isn't our new teacher, I mean, it's no wonder his wife left him. The man is an asshole. History was alright, I got to do some work on the Cold War so it was alright, Scott was off though so there was no banter with him and Pollo. Gutted. English last period was alright, I just made a wee table and wrote words on it for my Personal Reflective Essay, should be alright although we are back to the Cone Gatherers tommorrow. Woot! More Scottish book reading!
A lot of people have asked me this in the past, so I think it's about time I revealed the answers to their questions.
Question: What sort of music do you like?
Answer:
In a list format, here it is.
Example: Band Name - Favourite Song Title
- Alexisonfire - Accidents
- Boys Night Out - The Fine Art Of Making It Out Alive
- Brand New - Okay, I Believe You, But My Tommy Gun Don't
- Bright Eyes - Make War
- Every Time I Die - Floater
- From Autumn To Ashes - Cherry Kiss
- Modest Mouse - Talkin' Shit About A Pretty Sunset
- Gorillaz - Dare
- Glassjaw - Tip Your Bartender
- Xiu Xiu - I Luv The Valley OH
- Poison The Well - Pleasant Bullet
- System Of A Down - P.L.U.C.K.
- The Blood Brothers - The Salesman, Denver Max
- R.E.M. - Orange Crush
- Ugly Casanova - Spilled Milk Factory
- Atreyu - Right Side Of The Bed
- Dead Poetic - The Corporate Enthusiast
- Silverstein - Your Sword Vs. My Dagger
- Emanuel - The Willing
- Johnny Truant - I Am The Primitologist
- Lost Prophets - Fake Sound Of Progress
- Rage Against The Machine - Killing In The Name
- Emery - Walls
I hope that satisfies any questions you may have, I have a very diverse musical taste. I used to be very one sided but now I have opened up to many musical tastes, I don't really have any hated music anymore. Except HIM, but that's just a "Man, I hate that damn singer" thing.
Anyways, that concludes business on this side of the transaction, thanks for reading. Adios Amigos.
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