Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Fluked my license.

Words cannot explain how much fun it is to drive on your own and sing really loudly without getting looked at. God bless Australia.

Saturday, November 12, 2005

Fermit the Tog

Top of the evening to ya'll. My name is Sam and this is my blog. My blog used to be real ugly, but then he started feeling more self aware, and he's still ugly, but now he has better shoes. I let him hang out with me sometimes, and he promises to take me clubbing when I'm old enough. Not that I really want to go clubbing, but where else can you get into particularly awkward situations with loud noises and disorientating lights? I go for my license in 3 days, and I'm so incredibly scared it's not funny. I just hope it's a coincidence that I keep dreaming of a car drifting sideways into oncoming traffic at 147 km/h with the windscreen wipers swishing and flames roaring out of the bonnet with the driving instructor crying and me leaning out the driver's side window yelling "WHY ISN'T THE CLUTCH WORKING??!" in an automatic suzuki swift. I think it's just the equivalent of my imagination licking its finger and sticking it in my ear. Oh, we looked at a car today which I fell in love with, although it had too many things wrong with it to buy it (when they say "ONLY 1 LADY DRIVER!" this information can be taken two ways. This "lady" does not know much about cars, ie. how to take care of them. "What's that rattling?" "Umm.. win...dow..? *confused teenage girl look*... "Umm.. yeah I might pass, thanks anyway though.") So I felt downtrodden that I returned home in the car that we began with, but to make myself feel better I thought maybe some icecream would be good. And I couldn't find icecream so I bought jeans. Somehow I feel better.

- Sam.

Thursday, November 10, 2005

1 Year Celebration

I checked back here the other day to see if anybody had updated my blog for me, and what do I find? Nothing. But more importantly, I realised I'd been feeding this baby for over a year now, and I thought I'd celebrate by adding some pictures of all you spunky people out there that have ever visited Kirblogged. Check yourselves out.....nnnn...now:

Okay, that's enough. See you lads and ladettes at schoolies. *strips down and rolls around in the sand*

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Stay still, i'm working.

M'Hello there. I'm willing to bet that it's good to see you again. But let's not waste each others time with the filler, let's shuffle onto what we're here for. Hardcore nudity.
My commiseration goes out to Lizzy Wise who's party apparently got pillaged by the randoms who had nothing better to do than to ruin the mood, but I thank you for allowing me to turn up and stare at your friends. If you know me, you'd also probably know how unenthusiastic I can be when it comes to fitness, but from today onwards I'm going for my hardcore-far-out-totally-radical-Ian-Thorpish-fully-sick-bike ride-course which leaves me struggling to get home and walking around with the jelly legs syndrome. I love it, and plus I get to overlap the more dedicated joggers and wait till nobody's around in the quiet deserted sections and sing every vocal part I know to Alexisonfire, getting really into it before I spot another oncoming jogger and lower it down to a gentle yet hardcore thrashing hum. The only down side is that the tennis shorts I wear are really light weight, and the wind blows them further up my legs as I ride, thus exposing my angry white thighs. And yes, if thighs looked angry, these baby's would shoot to kill. If they had eyes they would be red fiery slits which would glare up at me and shriek in a loathesome, evil voice screeching "When you fall asleep tonight.. i'm going to cut you.. and summon creatures unbeknownst to man which will smother you and nibble your shins while you scream!" EVILLLLL.... EVILLLLL!
I also can't believe it. Lo and behold, I have to work the morning after Skeens party. Given that's a 6.30am start, I'm only willing to wager that 12pm will be the latest I could safely stay at Amy's now. Fannnnnntastic. <- Sarcasm. Next Sentence-> GOSS - Last time I was at kalinga park I noticed that there were people inside the Miniature Model Race Car cage, which means they might be starting it up again! WEOOOO!
And that's it. Thanks guys.
By the way, I managed to say 'hardcore' about 3 times in there. Oh, before I forget, if someone could go and buy me the new Bloodhound Gang cd i'd love you so badly. Like, crazy bad.

- Sam

Thursday, September 29, 2005

Read this title if you think I'm lazy.

Excuse: To be honest i can never think of anything to write about lately with all of these thingoes happening now. Yep, that should do it. I was reading a magazine today and apparently in Japan you can buy a virtual reality helmet which lets you play pacman, except you are actually pacman, and the game analyses your current surroundings which you're in, and randomly places the yellow dots around you which you can see on the screen (goggles), so you just walk around physically running after the yellow dots while avoiding ghosts. It's insane and it must be mine. As you probably might know from my other posts, I try and make kalinga park my retreat, but recently i heard on the news that some absolute idiot burnt down the brand new playground they had there, and last time i saw it, it actually looked awesome and had kids swinging and running around on everything possible, which is all gone now. Bastard. By the way, I counted 9 ducks and an eel :) . Hoorah for life.

"Living well is the best revenge" - George Herbert.


Friday, September 09, 2005

A typical day at Wavell, starring Matt, Sam, Greg and Jack.

Thursday, September 08, 2005

Fun with a thesaurus

Let’s every one exist senseless and inventive lives now to malice persons who reflect we ought live imperative.

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

scribbled lowlights and second readings

Hello All. Probably a lot that i could talk about this arvo but i just feel a bit brain dead, so i'm using this blog as a method of firing up the ol' noggin. Previously over this past week i've been totally munted with the workload, and in a way it feels cool to not be able to care about anything else. Yesterday my dad spent the entire day lying on the floor because he's messed his back up and can't move around, so it's sort of weird having to step over him every time i go out into the kitchen. By the way, I.p.t is really starting to piss me off, cause usually everyone is happy to help each other out, but because this assignment was so hard, everyone is keeping their work to themselves so they can get the good mark, which is totally how it should be, i agree, but this is the time i've needed their help the most. Right now there's actually this really awesome vibe outside, and the vibe has been there for quite a while now, which i'm willing to bet is the result of the end of winter, and nature's getting ready to have its way with us. Tomorrow will be such a good day for me - no more assignments or exams, and i get to cook a bit of meat at lunch for classics day. Hoorah lads, hoorah. Don't know what i'm doing in the licence department, cause i should've gone for it a while ago, but i'm too lazy and destined to fail the driving test, so for now i'll just enjoy the exercise. All good gigs coming up are eighteen and over gigs, but you already knew how frustrating that is seeing how we're onle one year away. Yeah, was hoping to see the hives, but their swedish accents just proved too sexy for our youthful ears. Try downloading some tism if you're bored and need some entertainment, such as the classics: whatareya and greg! the stop sign. Realised that none of the music today sounds as good as the old classic and epic songs, but i can't decide whether todays music will have the same result as the old music 20 years from now. Understandably, music had not been fully explored back then so it was still easy to write a kickarse song that wasn't copying someone elses tune. Doesn't matter though, this blog failed to keep my occupied so i'm going to ditch it and run. You all stay happy now, and enjoy the holidays coming up.

Sunday, September 04, 2005

We took on the world and came a close 2nd

(I don't know what he's smiling about, none of us play football.)

I haven't seen my dad yet, I think he's at work, but i'm sure he'll get the message eventually. Speaking of work, as I was working this morning a swarm oh 6 bees came in and started building a nest just under the cash register. I almost got stung several times. It was hilarious, right up until the point when it wasn't.

Best wishes from Sam the fashionably unstable one.

Friday, September 02, 2005

Exit Strategy

Well gentlepeople it's that time of year again. I want out. Screw the long term. I'm going to go buy myself a bus, fill it full of petrol, and drive that sucker all around Australia for 5 years, meeting lots of interesting people and getting into adventures that always end up with me getting punched in the neck. All on a learners license. During my adventures I will always meet up with someone who has a brilliantly down to earth philosophy on life, which enriches my own self being and allows me to come away with life changing information which I will share to the rest of the world once the 5 years is up or I come home cause i'm bored. After my Austalian tour i'm going to take my year 12 business plan I did and actually set up and start the roller disco, then once I get that rolling I'll sell it, make a little profit, then use that money to buy myself a laptop. Using the laptop i'm going to start writing a few short novels about a boy who finds love when he discovers a hidden cave at the beach which is actually the house of an old woman who makes the best pasta sauce in the world, with hilarious results. Once the book deal clears up and I start making a few sales, I'm going to use that money to buy myself the rights to the fictional creature which is the unicorn, so from then on every written or spoken source in the world will have to say that I, Sam Kirby, created the unicorn by staring a little too hard at a piece of nutrigrain one morning and getting the picture of a horned white horse in my head. After the success and fame wears off from the unicorn ride, I'm going to change my name to Gordan Trefflone and then I'm going to track down someone who I'd gone to highschool with, ask them how they've been going and what they've been doing since I last saw them, and then i'm going to scream "WELL I'M GORDAN TREFFLONE BABY, AND AT LEAST I'M DOING THINGS WITH MY LIFE" and then i'll break off into a broadway rendition of a lameass Nickelback song, then i'll scuttle off and buy an icecream, maybe catch a movie and go home, where I will change my name back to its original state. When I reach the tender fillet chicken breast age of 43 i'm going to get a tattoo of a guinea pig that will cover the majority of my upper torso, cause they're so cute and innocent, yet if you catch them in the right light they look devilish. And then for the rest of my life I'll probably tour Australia again, maybe do a few more blog posts, become a flying nun etc. The usual. Cyas.

Saturday, August 27, 2005

It's getting close to midnightish, and it's times like these when you can really appreciate a nice easy going blog to get me to sleep on time so

here I am. All present and accounted for. Tonight was culture night. I'm home alone, and I felt like I needed a bit more than just the old MSN and slab of music deal, so I switched on the telly-tube and settled in with a drink or two as I gazed upon the blue light district of Paris in a constant state of intrigue. The program was focused particularly on the district that contained the actual Moulin Rouge, surrounded by a suburb of art galleries and sex shops. It's completely like the valley in the city here, except better architecture. It talked about how these girls would train for years to dance in the Moulin Rouge, and over the years they would move up through the classes until they reached the ultimate goal where they would get to dance topless, which seems very odd, but all in the name of art they say. After that I watched most of the Amelie movie, which was quite good. Actually, I think Amelie is French too. So as I go to bed now I must say it's a better feeling to enjoy a night like this which is a little more varied in selection. Is it just me or do the days and nights all feel like you've already endured them over and over.

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

It's time for


Rent-A-Tent Holiday Inn

Good morrow, it's Dr.Sam Kirby, head of the Queensland Institute of Social Physics here, and I'm here to remind you all that if you're bored over the remainder of this school year, I have compiled a list of fun things to do that neither require large amounts of money or specialist tools.
  • If you're one of those upper class people that have a ceiling fan in your own room (oh la di daa), then collect every bouncy object you can (preferably the well known 'bouncy balls'), place them in a container or, if you're one of those larger people, you're hands, and stand yourself next to the fan switch. Switch the ceiling fan onto a high setting, but ONLY FOR 3 SECONDS. I must stress how important this is, because you are only setting it on high just to get the fan spinning at an adequate speed! Do NOT show off by switching it straight from 0 to the highest setting and leave it there, as it will only end in tears. Okay, now that you have started the fan up, change immediately to a lower gear, and leave it for a minute or two just to keep the revs going, and once you're happy with it, THEN change it to the highest speed. Take your bouncy objects (or any other object really, it doesn't matter) and proceed to throw them all into the fan. Next, do not stare directly at the fan, as chances are you will experience repeated blows to the head from the miscellaneous items, and the least you can do is protect your eyes. Now the process is complete, and all you have to do is lay back and watch. If boredom persists, repeat process.
  • If you have a cat or a dog, make a salad and throw it at them. That way you won't have to eat the salad, and you'll enjoy yourself as you watch the lovable expressions on your pets face as they think to themselves "Wtf... salad".
  • An amusing game to play is "Spark Plug: You're it!". For this, all you need is any old spark plug. Take the spark plug and find somebody who'll play with you. Then, take aim and throw the spark plug, making sure it hits this person. When they shout "Who the hell are you?" or "What the hell did you just throw at me?", then you must yell "SPARK PLUG!" and then run away. You may need to have more than one spark plug because sometimes they don't throw it back.

On closer inspection it just appears that all of these games involve throwing things at other things. So basically if you're bored, just do that.

If you have any further questions on these games, please feel free to write to SAM NEEDS A HOBBY/LIFE, LOCKED BAG 4031, QLD

Monday, August 15, 2005

Same old shenanigans

From Left: Luke the magical fairy princess (don't listen to the rumours ladies, he's all man), Greg the bouncer and protector of all things sacred, Sam and his floppy banana, Mat the all knowing, all powerful Darth Vader (minus the Vader gear), Ben the super- hot hawaiin girl (I'd go it, whatever it is), and Dave the dirty Mexican, minus the Mexican.

Saturday, August 13, 2005

Gotta keep movin to stay warm

Travolta and myself catching up during a business trip.

It is chilly. Ay. Just when you think winter has gone soft it comes out swinging it's tight little bundled fists of snow cone. Picked up the formal suit and the banana suit today. The formal suit is weird in the way that it feels like i'm wasting money every time I put it on and don't do anything while wearing it. The banana suit is so fun, it's easily everything I could ever ask for in a banana. Everytime I put it on I have to do an obligatory irish jig, and if things get too much to handle, I can just pull my head back in and take shelter inside it's comfy foam interior. I'd love to know what the neighbour cleaning her car next door was thinking when I stepped out of the car carrying a formal suit, a banana suit, and 6 pack of rum and coke. Obviously the good times were about to ensue. Now all I've been doing is playing that racing game where you drive your car down a ramp and use nitrous to fire the driver through the windscreen and see how high over the bar you can get them, before laughing your arse off as they flip flop about in the air and land on the ground with a satisfying, all-bone grinding crunch. Over the last few days I've been watching all these old movies on tv like Pulp Fiction and Grease etc, and they all have John Travolta in them. I must say that he has done an extremely good job at choosing his characters, cause they all suit him and they're all interesting. So, here's to you John, wherever you are now *tips hat in respect*.
*Coincidently, John Travolta suddenly drives down Oliver Street and parks his luxurious American car two doors down the street and hops out, smoothing over his black hair, before looking around and closing the car door.* *John Travolta calmly walks towards number 14, before stopping out the front to check the house number.* *John Travolta strides over towards the side gate, opens it, squeezes past the Nubira, takes a second or two to admire the backyard, scratches Jaffa under the chin, then continues to make his way up the back steps* *John Travolta opens the back screen door with confidence, and then walks through the kitchen, the dining room, through the lounge room, into the parents bedroom, realises he's in the wrong room, back tracks, enters Sam's room, enters the computer room and finds Sam Kirby typing innocently away onto what appears to be an online journal of some sort.* *John Travolta pulls out his hand gun and pistol whips Sam across the back of the head a few times.* *John Travolta straightens his tie and leaves via the front steps.* *John Travolta unlocks his car using the remote central locking button on his keys, before starting the engine, putting on his right indicator, and slowly drives off, humming to the radio.*

Friday, August 12, 2005

You come along on summer days

They deftly manouvre and muscle for rank. Fuels burning fast on an empty tank. Reckless and wild, they pour through the turns. Their prowess is potent and secretly stern.

Everyone's gone kicking and screaming into isolation. Social ghost town. I can't help but join in, and here we are. Back in the quiet. Everyones leaving if not gone, and now all we can do is wait for the normal to reclaim its title. It does make me smile to see how things haven't changed for ages. For everyone else is being pushed along a path that will take them places, whether good or bad, yet places all the same, whereas here I can edge back into somewhere more familiar and smile the smile of someone who knows not of what will happen or why, nor feels it's his duty to. Either I'm slowing down while the rest is overlapping, or maybe I'm the one finally catching up. Just like sinking back into a chair you know so well, it's far too easy to let things slip over the top of you instead of sitting up and forcing it to go through you first. Probably a choice of lifestyle. Some prefer the line of fire, and some stay clear of it all together. I don't even know where the fire is. Ramble and gamble - the price we pay.

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Haircut... now i need a real job

Monday, August 08, 2005

Turtle fracture

I'm living on shattered faith. The kind that likes to restrict your breath. Never been a better time than this, suffocate on eternal bliss!..

Good Evening. I'm Sam Kirby, and I'd like to take this time to thank you for joining me tonight.

Okay, that's about all we have time for, so thank you, goodnight.

Monday, July 25, 2005


It's way too late, to be this locked inside ourselves. The trouble is, that you're in love with someone else.
So we make time, to try and find somebody else - this place is mine....

So here we are. Yet another entry and yet another reason for me to really find myself a hobby. I've started driving every chance I get now as well as looking for a car to call my own, which is a big step up seeing how i loathed driving to begin with. In QCS practice today I listened to the crows, and it was quite interesting, because at the end of the day I was starting to notice particular patterns, and was able to predict what tone and what sort of 'arks' the crow would do next. I've also been wondering whatit is about me receiving attention when I leave the house. It must be something to do with pheremones or some primordial instinct which affects those who fall under the scientific term of 'phallus headius'. I had only just crossed the road outside of the BP and had made it to the grassy island in the middle when some guy drives passed and I swear he didn't even look at me, but for some reason he knew I was there, and thus wound down his window and proceded to shout " GET OFF THE GRASS " as he drove by. The thing which struck me as odd (despite his stupidity) was the fact that he was driving alone, and I'll be the first to admit that yelling stuff at randoms out the window is funny when you're with your friends, but when you're just driving on your own it just doesn't seem as fun, and the other thing was that he kept a straight face while doing it... and I apologise, but i've temporarily lost my train of thought, because right now I can hear pornographic noises coming from the unit across from my room. And now I can't concentrate. Goodnight pleasant world.

Wednesday, July 13, 2005

Dirty Harry

Picture on the dreamer, I'll take you deeper, Down to the sleepy glow..

'Ello thar. This is going to be a really forced entry because I have nothing of real importance to say, just haven't said anything at all lately. I've decided i'm going to take the lazy way out and go for an automatic licence instead of a manual, because I've never even driven a manual yet, and I'm able to go for my licence right now, and there's no way i'm going to renew my learners licence just because i'll need more time to learn the ways of the shimmering stick.
I think it's safe to say that all of our mugshot messages would have well and truly sucked it sideways, but I'm fine with that because we can't sum ourselves up with one or two sentences anyways.
Griffith is looking like a strong possibility for me now, just because the facilities look nice and interesting.
Yeah, seriously, nothing's going on right now, but that should keep you vultures going until next month.
Until then - Sam.

Friday, June 24, 2005

Somewhere I haven't been in ages.

714 Gympie Rd Chermside QLD 4032

Sunday, June 19, 2005


That's love right there. Awww yee-ah.... Yeah i'm straight. Get over it.

Cygnus... Vismund Cygnus

Remember me?
Year 8 Camp was tops, soooo much fun, I was proud of myself of everything I went on, and I was really happy with the prefects that went too... I can't believe we all got on so amazingly well. Good stuff. For some random unorganised reason, they all (every year 8, prefect, teacher and staff member) sang me happy birthday 4 times during the day, which was nice, but unecessary. I managed to snag a cake from somewhere, but nobody ever ate it, it just disappeared haha.. such is life. My parents revealed that they didn't get me anything for my birthday, so they just said we'd go shopping for something when we get the time. On another note, it's such a good feeling to have nothing to do now. We had brekkie at chermside this morning, and we ran into a couple that my parents knew well. They hadn't seen me before, and they asked me what I wanted to do after school so I said psychology and they laughed at me.

Tuesday, June 07, 2005

For your entertainment..

These two sites are gems. Please do yourself a favour and take a look.


One's beautiful and one is amusing, and both are creative.

Monday, June 06, 2005


Friday, June 03, 2005

Title 17#

There's a place where the strange ones go where nobody here would know. They look down from the underground at everyone down below.
There's one thing that I love doing and I haven't done it in ages, but I love hopping on my bike and just riding through all the back alleyways and all the places you never knew existed, and some of these places can never be accessed by cars too. I usually tend to head off in the direction of Kalinga (not sure on correct spelling) park, and there's sooo many really nice spots where you can sit down and just watch everything live, and then I sometimes like to go and visit the little concrete oval where they used to race those model cars that ran on petrol and squealed their way around and around while tethered to a wire cable, trying to break new speed records. Another good track I found was past the little scouts den I never knew existed at Kalinga park which then leads onto these beautiful homes which appear to have captured Amazonian rainforests inside their fences, and then they lead onto these little sidestreets which take you past little shops hidden away and only visited by the minority that presently knew about them, and then you realise you've arrived at a trainstation and then panic because you're not quite sure how you got there. But there's very few scenarios where you get this much satisfaction out of finding places you never knew were in your area, such as the little forgotten (mini) bush track, which is on the outside of one of the shaw sports cricket fields. I dunno why I'm talking about this sort of stuff, and if you're reading this which you obviously are, then I'm not too sure why you're still here and why you haven't given up and proceeded onto somewhere more colourful, but I guess it's just interesting because most of us live in crowded environments, and it's nice to know that there are still little pockets of land left out there that we can visit when we're out of the house.


No really, I can explain!.. *panics*

Yes hello, I felt bad because I hadn't put pictures on here for a while so I scrounged about and found these beauties.
I was a bit bored last night, so with the encouragement of a few sick and twisted individuals I created an idea for a movie which will take Hollywood by storm.
  • NOW SEEKING: Actors who are untroubled by nudity, musicals, and the use of sloths.

If that suits your criteria then give us a yell. Production will start around maybe 2026, so if you feel like you might not be available at that time then please do not apply.


Thank god you can't actually hear this

Sunday, May 29, 2005

Demon days

OMFG as soon as I posted the last entry video hits came out swinging gold and played Feel Good Inc! :D life is good.... and now I have to study for maths.. stupid life.

[ (fire > television) > nothing ]

Can't wait till the year is over and I can get rid of my blue tie. Oh I love everything I get to do, my year 8's are awesome and I have no problem going to open days and stuff, but it's a target, and I get singled out whenever I do something "wrong" which normal students even wouldn't get a second glance about. That and the teachers get a power trip when they see prefects doing something wrong, and they get all high and mighty and slap you in the face with their words. When the end of the year comes I think it's my duty to rip my tie off and light a small uncontrollable fire in the middle of H block, before promptly picking up a year 8 child and throwing them through a window while screaming something about pine trees.
On another note I just blew some money on surround sound for my room and it's fucking awesome (I often have to stop myself from making sweet love to the subwoofer), HOWEVER, the whole point of it was to be able to play audio from my Xbox (dvd audio, game audio, music audio) and I can only get audio from the TV, so i'm confused as to why the xbox sound isn't doing it's thing. If any of you lads think you could help me out I'd be forever in your debt and would have to restrain myself from hugging and kissing you, so I'd probably shout you some drinks or lunch or movies or whatever instead. Until then I'll just have to be content with listening to *shudder* video hits and all that other crazy teen music..
Finallllly saw Team America and Meet The Fockers last night. Top shelf. Meet the fockers was alright, but team america had myself, mum, and dad in hysterics. Puppets are a dying form of entertainment. *sound of backstreet boy's new song in background* urghh... *hurls phone at video hits* *phone shatters and video hits gives a hearty laugh and increases in volume* *Sam's ears start bleeding*
Love and hug for all, Sam.C

Thursday, May 26, 2005

Oldschool Hollywood baseball

She was cute and cold I don't think she was very old She didn't fit the model mold so i designed her a bunny hood With pompoms made of gold

If you're a japanese rock'n'roll vampire biker zombie and you know it clap your hands. hOw good is the weather right now.. love it. Love it, go on you want to. After all that hail, the weather looks like it's confused as to what it should be doing now, so it's the perfect time to go out with your little scarves and run amok. Someone was telling me last night about Walt Disney, and it's weird to find out what an odd little creature he was. There was speculation that the parents he grew up with weren't actually his, they just never told him, and all his animations like Dumbo the elephant, Bambi and pretty much everything else revolved around the main character trying to find out the "truth" such as finding their real parents and so on. He was also one of those people that washed his hands 30 something times every 10 minutes. I didn't think it was possible, but I'm finding that it's way easier to hurt yourself playing guitar than drums. Last thing, english exam was refreshingly easy. Now get out.

You should've, never trusted Hollywood....

Saturday, May 07, 2005

His writing will be a portal into his soul...

Feelin' Fine.

Sunday, April 17, 2005

I did a little bit of "future asessment" of my life today and realised that I would be happy if I lived a long and pointless life, purely because this option is open to me. So many people wish to leave a legacy before they die, such as creating something that will exist after death, or even having children to keep the family name going. I'm the only child in the family, and thus bear the burden of continuing the family name (even though there are other Kirby's in the world, however unrelated), but I don't see the point of this, as I believe that your last name is like a new house - as the years go by it becomes more lived in, more yours, so it doesn't matter what name you have and whether people remember it, as long you claim it as your own (that also goes for name changes, because no matter what you change your name to, you can still make it represent who you are).

Back to the pointless journey.

Macbeth - Act 5, Scene 5, Lines 23 - 28
Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more; it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

We don't need to go through the whole 'life is short' speech, but whether our own existance is meaningful or even important in relation to the bigger perspective of life is a debate in itself. From the moment we begin to live, we get out there and do our 'thing', keep the world turning, the machine spinning, or whatever you would like to believe, and then we're gone. Do you care if you're remembered? Will you be there to watch them remember or forget you? I remember mentioning the movie Donnie Darko a while ago in a previous post, but I never mentioned why it appealed to me. For those who have not seen it, the movie basically covers the decisions we make in life, and how much importance is placed on these choices. I can't begin to explain much more about it as its' complexity is still a hot topic for many people willing to deconstruct it. A good place to start looking is http://ruinedeye.com/cd/ .

Finally, we have the good old Monty Python boys to give their perspective. This is a song taken from the movie 'The Meaning Of Life'.

Just remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving
And revolving at 900 miles an hour,
That's orbiting at 19 miles a second, so it's reckoned,
A sun that is the source of all our power.
The sun and you and me and all the stars that we can see,
Are moving at a million miles a day
In an outer spiral arm, at 40,000 miles an hour,
Of the galaxy we call the Milky Way.
Our galaxy itself contains 100 billion stars
It's 100,000 light years side to side.
It bulges in the middle, 16,000 light years thick
But out by us its just 3,000 light years wide
We're 30,000 light years from galactic central point,
We go round every 200 million years
And our galaxy is only one of millions of billions
In this amazing and expanding Universe.
The Universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding
in all of the directions it can whizz
As fast as it can go, at the speed of light you know,
12 million miles a minute, and that's the fastest speed there is.
So remember when you're feeling very small and insecure
How amazingly unlikely is your birth
And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space
Because there' bugger all down here on earth.

So there you have it. A bit of a mixed bag, pretty sure i've contradicted myself many a time. Take what you want from the above, I just needed an excuse to write.

Friday, April 01, 2005

Title 14#

Today I had to purchase bubble gum so that I would have change to catch a bus home. The bubble gum was Vanilla Cola flavoured. It tasted nice in my mouth. Thank you for listening.

Monday, March 28, 2005


Right, let's do This. Mon 28/03/05 Thank Yous: Dave for the qotsa cd, Dad for the driving lesson. I feel older for passing through easter while only eating a half dozen or so of those really small eggs and not even noticing the absence of the sickening amount I usually get. I've found my own little burrow I can sit in at work now where I can watch the world go by and admire the lives that pass through from a distance. So far the typical customer will come in, complain to me about something which will end in me agreeing and telling them that yes life sucks, then they'll usually browse through the porn selection or, if they have kids, send them to baskins then keep browsing through porn, then they'll have at least one difficult task for me to do which will confuse me to no end (multiply this by 7.4 if they speak a language other than english, and multiply this by a further 1.3 if they have a disability), then they'll walk out feeling that warm feeling they get after buying things. I particularly like the people that come in, ask me what I want to do after school and then disregard everything I've told them and instead tell me what they think I should do. Oh, I'm also getting a tattoo of a small hourglass when I'm the right age, whenever that is, under one of my wrists, which after some explanation, my parents agreed would be good hahaha. (It's okay I don't understand them either.) Need to think of things to do on the holidays too. Thanks for listening

Sunday, March 20, 2005


Ok, yes yes, haven't blogged in ages et ceterarr and i still don't know why people keep checking back onto the blog expecting to find anything, and this really is an innapropriate time seeing i haven't started studying for an exam tomorrow as well as needing to finish off an assignment due tomorrow but hey, i find that if you fall asleep or start fiddling with a radio station it usually gets done. Band update: Still suck, but now it's like the type of suck that people reserve just to confuse you, like people will be like "Well yeah, they suck, but are they doing it on purpose??" And we'll all be like "We're the bees knees mama!" and then it just gets weird. My cat now has a pierced ear, dunno how, just rocked up with a pierced ear one day, so yeah, helps if you don't ask questions and accept the fact that a) Your cat is making some sort of statement or b) He's a complete panz and sucks at fighting. Soo tempted to chuck an earing in it. Was flicking through some trading post paper advertising cars and found out i could get a mini moke for $2500!! WOOOOOOOOOHOHOOOO!! but i don't have 2500 and if you don't know about mini mokes, well they really don't have doors on them, sort of like a roof slapped on top of a metal chassis, and i don't think that'd be good in the long run. mmm still royally bent over and screwed for the formal at the moment, and it seems that everyone else has helpful tips for me, so thank you, i do find them helpful, and if not, then they're at least a good distraction from other things. MONKEYS MONKEYS MONKEYS MONKEYS MONKEYS SLOTH MONKEY the end.

Friday, February 25, 2005


I swear to god, if anyone else asks whether people read their blog, i'm going to roll over and eat pasta until i die of indigestion. If you read this, don't comment. :) cheers

Thursday, February 17, 2005

Make way for the Tara tray!

GET IT?? IT RHYMES!! HAHAHAHA OMFG NO WAY! ..... like. totally.

Monday, February 14, 2005

And then there was Dave

Dave 2: The Reckoning. In all theatres from September 27th.

Saturday, February 12, 2005

Bring back the Ben!

Yeah, it's so on..
Run My pretties! RUNNNNNN!

...... no i'm serious, run you sons of musk rats!

.... fine, don't, see what I care.

Monday, February 07, 2005

I feel like I should be doing something, like that feeling where you've left something on, except this time everythings off, and I want to switch something on.

I'm frustrated.

Monday, January 17, 2005

Daves Party - Saturday the 15th of January
A short version of what happened, as i remembered it. (For those of you who woke up not knowing where they were with a sore arse, ey dave ;) )

3 something pm:
Turned up, and can't remember who was there.. i think it was luke dave charlie and sir douglass.. no idea. Set up drums. Whatev.

Somewhere between 3pm and 11am the next day:
Music was played on and off for quite a while. The later it got at night, the better we sounded.. *cough*.
umm... can't really remember what happens next, so i'll just jump into the "people i award" section. In no particular order: (probably working backards, or something.. look, i seriously dunno)
  • Luke - for scoring with Jay, or Jade, or Jason, or whatever her name was. An extra award goes to luke if he does actually remember her name.
  • Dave - for obviously throwing the party, plus the cooking was good too.
  • Daves mother - for letting us be the god awful socialites that we are.
  • Tom - that guy - for turning up and impressing us with his looks and talents.
  • Greg - for being able to drive. ( i mean, come on, thats definitely worth something)
  • Mat - for wearing a hat. Plus I think he ended up winning best dressed male.
  • Allan - for proving that being drunk can help your hand eye co-ordination with darts.
  • Charlie - for being able to twirl a bamboo stick around and say 'WOOO' a lot.
  • Ben - for taking care of others. Plus being able to obliterate my ego using Halo.
  • Tarran and Keryn - for listening to our music when we got into that trippy stage where we started off on a song that we made up, and 10 minutes later, you're still playing the same made up song, and everyones already done about 3 solos each, and yet you still think it sounds awesome and you never want it to end, even though the people outside are probably thinking something different.
  • Liz - for "not getting drunk", yet still stumbling all over the place and hitting on Tom as frequently and as obviously as humanly possible.
  • Tara - for ACTUALLY not getting drunk, and putting up with us even though we all suck as people hahaha
  • Amy - for being the booze tank to end all booze tanks.. they just kept coming.
  • Berna - for bringing out the high smile in all of us.
  • Ang - for the classy one liners she says that make no sense at all while she's inebriated.
  • Jess - for freaking me out constantly with those messed up noises.

And that just about wraps it all up. If I forgot anyone, and you think you deserve a prize then let me know, i'm sure i can ramble on about something good you did.


Oh, and whoever ended up giving Dave the pink socks and the pink raincoat, i have them now, cause Dave knew that I'd put them to good use. Oh and Looke, let's never play pool on a table that small ever again.

Monday, January 03, 2005

Yes, fine... Happy New Year.

There.. finally remembered to say it.

Friday, December 24, 2004

Milhouse, what did you bring for show and tell?

I brought a pony! neigh, neigh....


Thursday, December 16, 2004


Congrats Mat! I hope it was a good one. Also, applause to your parents for catering and good vibes as well as making it a nice night/morning/afternoon. Next one is apparently at Bens, but don't take my word for it, i never know until the last minute. That's all to say pretty much, just keeping this live feed going.

Sunday, December 05, 2004

This is the way we row the boat, row the boat, row the boat...

Alright, it's time. As much as I've been avoiding it, it has to be mentioned. Things have been said, peoples opinions have changed. Not good. I consider us all friends, and no matter what anybody has done, I'm not someone to abandon you for whatever the reason is. What I'm getting at, is that we all get on each others nerves sometimes, some more than others, and that's cool. What I don't want to see is total group shutdown with people avoiding someone for this reason, and other people avoiding someone for this reason. Don't make it awkward, just give it time and forget it all, we'll move on like we always do. ... And, if we don't, then I'll have to resort to hanging out with next years Yr.8's so I can scare them into honouring me. Orrr I could learn the banjo. Anyway, whatever I was trying to say i'm sure it was important, so think about it, don't get caught up in it, listen to some music, do some excerise, go on a nice bike ride or something, and start thinking about what you're going to get for Matts birthday.

Thursday, November 25, 2004

The People Under The Stairs

Oh mee gawd! You have to watch this movie, I love it. They showed it a couple of times on encore or showtime greats or whatever on foxtel, and it is sooooooo awesomeful. It's about this black kid and his two older accomplices that break into this house they want to steal money from, but once inside they get slaughtered by this freaky bondage/christian loving brother and sister duo who appear to have many deformed (inbred) children, which have somehow magically become zombies which live in the basement and get fed fresh meat from the victims. Oh, and the little black guy is called 'Foo' and the other girl that plays the main role looks like a girl i know. Yeah, so there you have it, pretty much explains itself really. Ohh because it's an older movie it has a lot of gore as well, which you can't find in the movies these days. So there you have it, drugs are bad.

Wednesday, November 24, 2004


Joined the family at last! Please, welcome...


here are some links to other friends blogs that, being the true friend that i am, I never even realised existed... woops!
MATt! ---->> !!! --->>> http://captainchronic.blogspot.com/

HURST! ---->> #W##!W --->>> http://angsbloggwiththegbackwards.blogspot.com/

Party on Wayne, Party on Garth! *parties on*

Relaxation Sensation Station...able

GOodbye pointless knowledge, good afternoon sweet sweet enjoyment and lazy fulfillment.

Sunday, November 21, 2004

Dad's legacy

Alcohol has never, and will never help me. There are many things my father has taught me unintentionally. He drinks heavily to escape the things he dislikes, which is something that makes me angry, as I can honestly say that I cannot clearly picture what my dad looks like when sober. As well as this, he works a lot, so I usually only briefly see him in the mornings before school and sometimes on weekends. This is a shame as my dad is genuinely a champion. Drinking is a problem, but another lesson he is teaching me is that there are no positives of smoking. It makes you weaker, shortens your life and costs a fortune, plus it limits your social ability. He is not telling me what not to do, he is showing me, and it is helping more than anything else ever could. He can't change his ways now, he's gone past the point of return. But it's not too late to save me. The day I smoke or drink excessively will be the day I lose faith in myself.

Saturday, November 20, 2004

The blog fight blogs on

Newest Recruit. Jessica. Blogging at its........... best...

Friday, November 12, 2004

Sandra Sully and the Flavoured Ostriches

There, that got your attention didn't it. And if it didn't then shut up, stand up and sit down. Nearly all over ben dover for year 11 which is a movellous thing, as we'll soon be the big boys once again. mooray! it's nice to see that we have such an awesome group of people who will all make prettyful seniors which will be looked upon with pride and fear by our little baby turtles formerly called Year 8's. ahhh they grow up so fast. Oh, by the way, if you're interested in joining the Twister Tournament for 2004 then please leave a comment to show your interest down the bottom. OOoohhh and if I don't win the award for Best Choreography for 2005 I will be severely depressed.. come on guys, I've worked for this, let's make it happen! Anyhoo, i've worked myself up too much as usual and I think I'll go have a lie down. Toodleooroo

Wednesday, November 10, 2004


Greg = http://gregglesthoughts.blogspot.com

Saturday, October 30, 2004

6 days later.

YAY! msn has taken me back under it's extensive wing of security and acceptance, and I have embraced it's loyal warming glow with the love that only a msn addict such as I can provide. And hey, it's good to be able to communicate again. So basically this is just a posted message that will later remind myself that all is or was good, and all is still/was still good.
Excellent. So long salad heads. Yes that's you. (No that wasn't a racial discrimination.) (or was it?)

(no it wasn't)

Tuesday, October 26, 2004

Break the habit

Hello there. It's quite obvious that nobody reads or writes in their own blogs anymore, so this is now just something for me to do so I can keep track of stuff that's happening. I've decided to give up MSN for as long as I can, only because it's not doing me any good, and I feel i depend to much on it, and it's really testing me out as it's the first thing i usually think about when I'm bored. I gave up on Monday the 25th of October. And today's the 26th. *sigh*.. as long as I keep telling myself it's for the best I should be right, and as this is a deal I've made with myself, i'm finding it harder to break it. So now i'm looking for other creative outputs, which shouldn't take too long as there are so many different things out there.

Tuesday, October 12, 2004

Sunshine lollipops and, rainbows, everything that's wonderful is what i feel when, we're togetherr

OMGOMgOmgomg i'm pumped for schoolies. and that's the last you'll hear about it. There, all out of my system. The end. Shows over. Go home....
Nah just kidding, you can stay here if u like, I mean i won't be going anywheres.. we can start up a game of cards or watch tv or something if you like.. you know, if you just want to hang out or something.. no wait, where are you going.. hey i was kidding.. hey we're still cool right? *door slams in the distance* ..... right?... ....
*starts dealing cards to himself*

Sunday, October 10, 2004

wahahahaha WIPE-owt

na na Na NA NA NA Na na na na Na NA NA NA Na na na na Na NA NA NA Na na na.... hurry up and learn it boys.

Saturday, October 09, 2004


I have this strange magical feeling that blogging is soon becoming dead. Nobody's really blogging anymore. And to top it all off, I think I just killed it. *block* *delete* Oooooo.. Al Capowned! :P oh dear me, I'm suffering from unhealthy bursts of mirth. Night friends/fellows/females/chiropracters.
(Posted at 10.00 o'clock on the dot! That's like a record or something.. or maybe it's like a sign or whatever.. i'm going to bed.)


Don't worry, be black. I've got your back. Foo.

This random public announcement is brought to you by Kleenex .
Hey, we've all been there before.

Sunny days will be the death of us

Hello. It is I. Sam. And recently us H Blockers have come to a startling realisation. We have lost our beautiful trees. These trees were not just a cool shelter for us young'uns, but they were also a part of the memories which we will share forever. I would now like to hold a minute silence for our beloved deceased trees. (please refrain from any talking, typing, or grunting like a troll for the full 60 seconds) .......
Ok, this just about wraps up today's mournings, stick around and we'll soon bring out the catered drinks and nibblies. If you have any oppinion on this sermon, please leave a message or a comment, and show your support for these true Aussie Battlers. Go my children, bless thy tree and wipe thou nose, and may the presence of the objects in which you worship be felt.

Tuesday, October 05, 2004

I'm sorry blog, i never meant it to be like this..

Huloo! I was sitting here all bored-like, and I realised I've been neglecting my little bloggy buddy lately, so I thought I'd slide on my typing gloves and blog it up, old school. ....
*prolonged silence*
*chirping crickets*
*funky drum beat*
*awesome guitar riff*
*background tambourines*
*string orchestra*
*vocals errupt*
*background vocals kick in*
*flashing multi-coloured lights flash in time to the music*
*crash of cymbals as piano fades out*
*realises that I've probably just ripped off a Muse song somehow*
*prolonged silence*

let's just leave it at that before I remember what I actually came on here to write. mmbye!

Monday, October 04, 2004

Ben blogs it up

Newest recruit - Ben. You better believe it's bennified. http://heydontblogonmylawn.blogspot.com/

Looke's blogggg (With the emphasis on g)

http://laukesblog.blogspot.com/ is the direction you should be going in if it be Looke thy seeks.

Sunday, October 03, 2004

Life is fun! ahahah... howh I've wasted my life...

O.o ..... If bogan's could talk, this one would say something along the lines of "Yeah man, blue walls!! wOOo!" which ofcourse is just stupid as we all know bogans can't talk.

Time to learn....foo!

Morning once again chaps/chapesses, holidays are almost over as I'm sure you've probably figured out. The newest person to join our little blogging family is berna at http://bernasblog.blogspot.com/ so have a look. Nothing else important to say so I'll just make a graceful exit, return to my room and find a nice wall to stare at.

Saturday, October 02, 2004




I'm a little bored at the moment. Nothing's happening, and everyone has disappeared, so I'm just sitting here listening to the breeze outside. I'm sorta looking forward to getting back to school - the quicker I start school again, the closer I am to finishing it. I honestly don't think I can get an OP 6, but it just gives me something to work towards i suppose. It's days like these that sleeping seems like the most logical thing to do. . . . . . . . . .


Hi, just writing to say that I beat Amy at minesweeper 2-1.. I didn't want to hurt her feelings by saying how easy it was. Now she's challenged me at checkers, so i might just let her win so she doesn't feel bad. okay, bye kids.


.......................Get Fighted............

So make sure you love
Like you've never been hurt
And when you dance, dance
Like there's no one watching you
'Cuz You can waste your time
(Redefining the day that music died)
Or you can spend your life
(Guilt free and ostracized)
'Cuz all the fashion
(In the world cannot save you now)
(It's something, I'll write it down for you)
So make sure you love
Like you've never been hurt
And when you dance, dance
Like there's no one watching you
Oh, 'cuz this shit's not about pants
And this shit's not about shirts
And this shit's definitely not about hair
(This shit is 'bout having a good fucking time)
Maybe the music isn't dead
Maybe the music isn't dead
Maybe we all just forgot what it fucking sounded like
They Forgot
'Cuz You can waste your time
(Redefining the day that music died)
Or you can spend your life
(Guilt free and ostracized)
'Cuz all the fashion
(In the world can't save you now)
(It's something, I'll write it down for you)
My greatest gift to you
Is a dance floor
Free from insecurity

I'm going to dance like it's friday morning..

MORNING everyone. Tis quite windy outside this morning, although no-one else agrees, and for some unknown happy reason there's a really nice vibe in the air. There should be some markets on today or something, that'd be good. And now my neighbour has just gone to work which means I can play my drums although I probably won't. *sigh* I was going for a long story today, but everything I was going to say I forgot, so if it was important, I'll let you know, and if it wasn't important, i'll also let you know. One more thing, go here as it shows you some stupid things nerds say http://www.bash.org/?top
If anyone finds this funny or even understands them, then let me know as I'd really like to find out if there's anyone else as nerdy as me out there. (By the way, the stuff there was taken from IRC chat rooms) Bye champs and champagnes, it's been loverly

Friday, October 01, 2004


*rips off shirt and does a very cheap imitation of the macarena*

OK, that really wasn't needed, but it was fun all the same. YEah I might just.. go now.

Daves BL0g

http://davosthoughts.blogspot.com/ Tis Dave. Tis Good.

Thursday, September 30, 2004

Sing us a song

OOO OOO OOooOOO!!! While I remember. Is there ANYONE out there who even has just a half decent voice that would be prepared to sing to a few songs? The band desperately needs someone or something to sing along, because we're all too unco to play and sing at the same time... that and we suck at singing. You don't have to scream or anything, we're not one of those bands I don't think, we mainly play some Chilli Peppers stuff, umm.. there may be some White Stripes.. maybe Silverchair.. i dunno.. and don't worry if you suck at singing, that only makes us look better. Carry on the good work.


Huloooo!.. I was just wondering, have Alexisonfire had a concert in Queensland, or even Australia? If not, leave a comment and let me know if you'd go to their concert if they did come here as I'm interested to find out if a concert of theirs would be well received, or if it would just turn out to be me that goes. Anyhoo, gnight team discovery. (P.s Muse concert = really really good.) You might want to write that down. bye.


Hey, I just watched Donnie Darko recently for the first time, and I was just wondering if anyone can tell me what's up with everyone waving at Donnie's mum near the end. It's a good movie and all, but that's the only part I don't get, and I was just wondering if that was one of those moments that if I understood it, i'd be like 'AHHhhhhh... so THAT'S what they meant' etc etc. Cheers. (BY the way, mad soundtrack)

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Amy. <--- http://soulsessionz.blogspot.com/


HEY KIDS! i figured out what a blog was, so now i'm experiencing happiness and other definitions of human emotion. While i'm on the topic of stuff, go here because the stuff is really good stuff. http://www.emotioneric.com/ ........ Peachy, bye kids.

umm... Hel...lo.

Hi. Whats a blog?