Thought-Theatre: Simple Stealings

I was discussing this today in maths class with my friend Aiden, so I thought I would write the whole story.

About 5 minutes from my house in Huntingfield was a rather large shopping mall type thing which had a few little shops and I can name most of them (skip to the end of this paragraph if you don't care): a florist; an optometry; Wendy's ice-cream thing; a butcher; a shoe shop; a pharmacy; a bakery; a newsangency; Chickenfeed (which is essentially the Tasmanian Go-Lo); a key crafter place; and some other things, but most importantly to this story a Purity (which is now called Woolworths).

The reason I told you that, is because to understand the end of this story you need to know that only the doors of the actual mall building had those scanners that detected stolen goods - not the individual shops. Anyway, on to the actual story...

I must have been about 4 or 5. Maybe 6. Mum, dad, and I went to go to Purity to buy a few things, and being the awesome kid I was I headed straight for the toy aisle. They used to sell these little packets of 4 small Pokemon figures, and I wanted one (duh). I knew my parents wouldn't get it for me, so I looked around to see if anyone was looking and when the coast was clear I shoved the packet down my pants so it was held to my body by the elastic in my trackies.

I found mum and told her I was going to go to the toilet, which was right next to Purity. So, I stealthily snuck under the register lines and walked straight past the non-existant security into the toilets where I opened the pack of figures and threw away the packaging so the scanners wouldn't get me on the way out. But of course karma hit me and they were 4 figures I already had (it was one of those sets that had the same 4 per pack). Nonetheless, I got 4 free Pokemon figures!

When it was time to go, we got in the car outside (it was dusky and just going into twilight - the sky was a vague orange) and I held up an Igglybuff figure to mum who was in the driver's seat and told her I found it under the shelves in Purity, not showing her the others - also, it was slightly dirty for reasons unknown which made my story even more believable. She said "I hope you didn't steal it." and I casually replied "No, I didn't."

I bet now all of you think I'm some kind of theify kid because of this and my other post. I promise that's all the stealing I ever did as kid! I'm just amazed at how easy it is to steal...

Bitch and Moan

Today I feel like bitching about shit that shouldn't really make me angry.

As of lately all I can really say is fuck the world. The main thing being with small things like homework. I hardly get it anyway, but when I do it's always some bullshit essay that means absolutely nothing for my future and I'm pretty sure the person marking it couldn't care less about the bloody Bush Tucker Man as much as the next person. Had a maths test, studied for it, went shit. Others didn't study and went well. How does that work? Whatever.

I'm pretty sure that when I get home from 6 hours of school that the last thing I want to do is more work. All I really want to do is go downstairs, sit on Facebook for the next 7 hours and forget the world. I'm sick of having 5 days worth of school, work on Saturday, and right now some bullshit play we're putting on that takes up my Sundays as well.

I know I can't complain rightfully because I'm really lucky in life, but fuck all of this stuff I don't want to do. Is it such a crime to want to hide away and live on the internet for the rest of my life? Fresh air and sunlight is overrated.

And what's this bullshit about adults always trying to control kids (or a teenager or whatever I'm classified as). Pretty sure I can dress myself and wipe my own ass so I don't need to be told what to do with my life. I'm spending my entire youth, supposedly the most sacred parts of life, being told what to fucking do and having no real say in what goes on. If I want a job when I'm older I need skills, not the ability to write a fucking essay. I think my future boss could give a rat's ass about that.

And that's me bitching for the night. See you next year (because that's how often I blog here). And yes, all swearing in this was necessary.

Motel Madness (But Not Really)

I'm in a motel - yay. Though I have to admit that for a motel, it isn't that bad. I'm in my own room with a queen sized bed and my own bathroom; both of which are actually really nice. So no complaints. Except for this god-forsaken internet which cost be 12 bucks to pay for, and it's slower than a fat kid running. It took me 3 or 4 tries to just to post a tweet, I'm not even going to bother trying to upload any photos. Starting to wish I only bought an hour's worth instead of 5.

Anywhores, mum's off to her high school reunion which is the whole reason I'm up here in Engadine (where she grew up). I'm leaving tomorrow, so just one more night here. I have my laptop which is good for watching DVDs which I did bring along. Mum tells me that, because I'm alone tonight, she doesn't want me to walk down town in the dark to get dinner, so I have to go to the Maccas across the road. The busy, possibly no crossing, 6 lane road. I'm sick of eating greasy stuff too, seeing as how my dinner last night was pizza and my breakfast was a piece of banana bread. I wish I had an apple or something.

Last night I spent about 2 hours watching Big Bang Theory which was nice I guess. In the morning (today) we went into some shopping centre that was HUGE, and apparently had another section the size of a football oval. We would have gone if dad and mum weren't exhausted. Oh well. Got myself a new t-shirt, an antenna extender cable, and a few drawing tools. About an hour ago mum and I went for a drive around her old neighbourhood and took photos. Oh, and speaking of photos, my brother came down to Engadine yesterday (which was incidentally mum's birthday that I forgot about - woops!) and we took a bunch of photos with him after having lunch at the same bowling club mum and dad are going to tonight for the reunion.

And that's pretty much my "long weekend" in a nutshell. Thanks for reading or whatever.

My Perfect Life

When I started this thing I said I was going to post on it every day, and the reason I stopped was because I usually did nothing with my day to blog about. It wasn't until today when I realised that blogging isn't about simply recounting your day, but more a reflection on it. I want to try blogging a bit more than I have been, starting now.

So while I woke up earlier than my eyes would have liked to wait in the cold to practice a play we never got around to rehearsing, I have furthered my understanding that school is wasting my life. Understandable that without it I probably won't get any worthy jobs, but I find that I could be doing a lot more if I had more time. For instance, today I wanted to try and write (yet again) another story/novel type thing. But I think the reason I never finish those is because I'm always too tied down with homework and other obligations.

My perfect life would be this: being a successful YouTuber making videos every 3 days or so about things that matter to me while keeping an updated blog (on my own website) and keeping busy by writing short stories or music. Even though that seems like such a nothing job that pays literally mere dollars, I don't want a hustle and bustle of a life. I want to live life the way I want: relaxed and enjoyable. I know everyone wants that and it's near impossible to survive like that, but I can dream can't I?

If you're reading this and you wonder why being a movie star actor thing isn't in my perfect life vision, it's because I don't think it's acting that I enjoy, it's having an attentive audience that wants to watch or listen to me. That's what I want. I really need to start a YouTube channel, hey?

I think once I leave school I'm not going to rush into anything, I want to take things slow and just enjoy life while I can. I'll still aim for NIDA because it gives me something to shoot for, even if it's not truly what I want to do.

That Heartwarming Sound

While I was sitting in the car today playing with mum's keys like a three year old would, it reminded me of how hearing the sound of mum's car keys jingling would just instantly make me happy. Okay, fine, I'll explain before you all think I'm a freak.

When I was a kid, I could always tell my mum was coming (usually to pick me up from day care or something like that), and it always comforted me because I love being with my mum. Hearing that sound of her keys was just like "Oh, she's here now! I don't have to be here anymore!" so it has always given a sense of comfort and safety I guess (wow, I sound so lame right now).

I could write a bit more, but I feel like I'm digging myself some kind of hole here. So this post ends when I finish this sentence.

Thought-Theatre: Gods of War

I finally remembered another thing that happened with that kid who called me the "C" word (if you have no idea what I'm talking about, read this).

I was outside once again (not sure where - could have been my front yard or the park 10 seconds away). I was playing peacefully, which was most likely some kind of Pokemon or Mario game I played by myself, when him and a bunch of his friends (there was at least 3 others, and I think it was 2 guys and one girl), all on bikes, came up to me and started talking to me; but it was that "we just want to pick on you" talk. I'm almost certain I threatened to get my brother onto them, because I thought my brother was really strong just because he was older. I think they laughed at me.

I went inside to get my brother and his friend Andrew (who is one of the nicest guys in the world) who were watching TV at the time. I remember Andrew pouncing out of the chair and was on strict alert, and my brother unenthusiastically followed. I remember going around to the side of the house to fill up water bombs to chuck at them.

When we were walking up towards them, I had that huge rush of adrenaline you get when you're about to kick some serious ass or save the day. Matt, Andrew, and I each had about 3 to 5 water bombs, and Andrew started that whole 'defensive' talk back to the them, and I remember throwing a water bomb at one of the kid's tyres (I think he was about my age and had long blonde hair), and knowing my luck, the water bomb didn't pop but just rolled around on the road. They all laughed at me.

Sadly, that's where my heroic thought ends: knowing that I failed. But I'm pretty sure we won the war.

Deep Yearning

We'll miss her smile.
We'll miss her laugh.
We'll miss her strength.
We'll miss her craft.
We'll miss her energy.
We'll miss her care.
We'll miss her voice.
We'll miss her hair.
We'll miss her accent.
We'll miss her words.
We'll miss her flaws.
We'll miss her 'till it hurts.
We'll miss her clothes.
We'll miss her smell.
We'll miss her singing.
We'll miss her belle.
We'll miss her tears.
We'll miss her entrance.
We'll miss her jokes.
But most of all, we'll miss her presence.

Dedicated to the world's best German-turned-Australian exchange student, Lou.

With love from everyone at Moruya High School.