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It's only semi autobiographical
Thursday, July 31, 2003
Monday, July 28, 2003
In brief, I arrived saturday, on sunday I swam, hung out, banana boated, and went to a nightclub, there was some bat-related unpleasentness, so I'll keep tabs on that. Today I waterskiied, and scuba dived, very cool.
Now I'm burned, I'm going to get cream.
Friday, July 25, 2003
Therefore I will not be posting for two weeks. See you later!
Now I'm cold, I'm leaving the country.
Wednesday, July 23, 2003
"Read the subtitle."
However, this explanation does leave some room for interpretation, and I thought I'd take the time to explain myself and tell you how I come up with the names.
The idea first occured when I realised I could get in quite a lot of trouble with my friends if I put on the internet private information about them, so everyone could see. So I decided I wouldn't use any names, but that left much to be desired for continuity, and made things rather confusing. Therefore, in this iteration of the site, I decided to use names, but false ones. And not crappy false names like "John Doe" but crappy false names like Captain Maturity.
This also had the added bonus that I can talk about people I like and dislike without them ever knowing :-D I do tend to let people know who they are though, except where I realy don't need to, like GingerSexistBird, or Ski. They know who they are.
How do I come up with the names? Sometimes it's realy very simple, a description, like our good friend GSB. Other times its a childhood nickname, once it was a bra size. It could be something they like, something they hate, or something so convolouted that no one would ever guess. Cho for example is difficult, unlike Chudson which is easy. If anyone can get my logic for Bursar knows me far too well.
I am so confident that my system is flawless, that I promise that I will buy anyone who can correcty identify all of the people named here, a box of chocolates of their choice, within reason.
Anyone who does realy well might get a Marsbar or something too. Answers to the usual address.
Now I'm tired, I'm going to bed.
Tuesday, July 22, 2003
So my mate just came back from HongKong the other day, and, after several fits and starts, eventualy she decided to have a house party. Which was cool. To a point. These are events as I remember them...
Arrival was good, Biscot and FLC had already started drinking. After a swift cuppa, I shot off and retrieved JungleBoy, Ski, Bursar and Avril. There was some drinking, some swordplay, and some fighting. Ski choked me half to death again, but I kinda won by default against Bursar, who eventualy just collapsed through shortness of breath. I guess he beat himself there.
After a little more drinking, I had told everyone that I planned to drive home. (I wasn't realy, and Biscot and FLC knew this. Don't drink and drive kids. Actualy, if you are a kid don't drive at all. Drinkings ok though.) Anyway, after the third threat, JungleBoy grabbed me and held me while Avril frisked me for my keys. The keys changed hands several times during the night, but I ended up with them thank God.
Later I fell backward through the blinds. I tore down the entire ceiling. Oops. Well, Ski broke a grape bowl...
So yeah, eventualy I got off to sleep, only to be woken up after three ours to to the terrifying sight of SKi from 6 inches away, and the only marginaly better sight of FLC coming in at 7 inches. Eventualy I recovered, after plenty of tea, and made it back home, after two false starts in the car. (I didn't know whether I still had alcohol in my system, so I waited another hour.)
Then I came back for 9.30 to run my club. Fun.
Now I'm tired, I'm going to bed.
"Bit animalistic isnt that?"
He asked.
Damn.
Well it could have been a fight or something couldn't it? I muttered something along those lines and made a quick exit.
I'm now trying to avoid letting my girlfriend see me shirtless, it could cause an unpleasent confrontation...
Now I'm tired, I'm going to bed.
Saturday, July 19, 2003
So, after that, there was going out to Bar Bleu and Time. Bleu was dull, but I liked Time, could have had something to do with the free drinks. That night I went out with a few familiar faces; Cho and Chudders, and some other m8s who I havent gone into detail on yet. They would be; Jmass, Nike, SirRobin, GingerJ, Chips, and others who I'm sure I will remember later.
The night started fairly slowly, as I walked form Fratton to Southsea sea front. Arriving half an hour late, I took my free drink, and was happily drinking, when someone, SirRobin I believe, told me that I could get more free if I returned my empty bottle... I managed to get 6 in in the next half hour, poor I know, Nike had the same number in 15 mins. I just couldn't cope with the downing of the fizzy drinks.
Now briefly I'm going to flick back a few days to the Bar Bleu night. I was sober, I was driving.
I danced.
See Sun Jun 22's entry.
Dancing while sober, and under the influence of several red bulls transformed my dancing style. For some reason I felt more confident, (perhaps having Chudders wrecked and dancing like a fool helped.) Having broken my first rule, lets move on to the 2nd, all my mates were drunk, and therefore making mbigger idiots out of themselves than me, so copying them was out, oh aside from Cho, but I was not going to copy what he was doing. 3rdly, rules wise, I was drifting in and out of the circle, flirting with girls, feeling good, i didn't need to worry. And finaly, at rule 4, I didn't need to. I was moving my feet, moving my arms, was actualy in time to the beat, nice. What changes will this make to how I dance in the future?
None, I'll still look like a dick. But maybe, just maybe, not quite as much.
So back to Time, I was dancing, because of a bit more confidence, and I ran into a girl I knew, Fife lets say, and one of her friends, who I didn't recognise. So I'm talking to Cho, and I say
"Hey, Cho, who's the fit girl with Fife?"
He told me, and I think my jaw actualy dropped.
"No? She looks so different."
Just to explain, I always thought she was an attractive girl, her personality facinated me. I think that's a good thing. And anyway, she looked realy different, but still attractive. So my logic runs thusly: I thought she was attractive before, now she looks completely different, and I still think she's fine. Therefore, it isn't an alcohol induced thing, and I fancy her. Plus theres the whole personality and cute thing going on. On the other hand her nicknames for me have been less than complimentary, so hey, probably not something I can folow up.
Now I'm tired, I'm going to bed.
Thursday, July 17, 2003
I actualy went to the festival proper when it was open too, and due to "connections," we got a parking pass for practicaly inside the main area, so no walking for me! I also got a VIP pass for the drivers lounge, which meant I was free to wander in, have a free meal, and cream tea in the afternoon, and mingle with all the rich and/or famous. These ranged from Murray Walker through to the Duke of Worthington. However, most of the day I spent with my mates, Matrix and Ducati.
No, as anyone who knows me will tell you, I have very pale skin. I often remark to people that I don't tan, I burn, go red, then go white again. So heres me, wearing shoes, shorts and sunglasses, with no suncream, wandering around all day. Lobster anyone? The white behind my sunglasses was incredably well defined when I went out to a party that night (Happy birthday my muse-like friend!) and along the top of my belt line, I have a bright red strip. Ouch.
That party was cool come to think of it, but I did ahem... sing. Queen. I want to break free. Moving on.
Wow, loads has happened actualy, but I briefly need to dissapear to do that thing, you know the one you have to do to stay alive, where you put stuff containing chemical energy into the hole in your face that you breathe and speak through. Ah, yes, eating.
Now I'm starving, I'm going to get pie.
Tuesday, July 08, 2003
In addition to this, there was no form of competition, at all. Each class worked independantly to the others, entirely, there was no comparison of scores at all. Each class was then split into 4 groups, and each group would attempt to perform an activity faster than the other three. Each activity was performed several times with minor differences, so everyone could have a stab at winning I guess... The reward for coming first each time was a brief applause. Afterwards, the children just dissapated into playtime.
Now some among you will probably think I'm an idiot for criticising this, but that is not a sports day. They should either change it officialy to something like a "Games day" or a "Fun day" or, radicaly, actualy have a sports day.
The argument seems to be that they are trying not to encourage competition, but instead teamwork. Now correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't think those two are mutualy exclusive. Take football teams, the best football teams have a combination of intense competitive spirit, and fantastic teamwork, which allows them to take appart weaker sides. I find it not surprising in the least that generaly my brothers school does poorly in inter-school competitions, (althogugh I am assured that the hockey team is at least mediocre, and other teams, not coached by teachers also occasionaly do well) and I am deeply saddened when I see potentialy brilliant children being actively repressed, to the benifit of those who are poor, yet on the day, look like they are trying hard.
Now I wholeheartedly agree that children who have difficulty in an area should be rewarded for effort, but not at the expense of those who are genuinely talented. I speak as someone who has experianced, both directly and vicareously, through my brother, both ends of the scale. For example after weeks of working, my brother has produced a presentation on a given topic, complete with a stunning front cover, good detail, and even illustration. I would have been happy to put my own name to it, and it is far above his normal standards, however, when it comes to a prize for the best one, it is given to a child who has produced only a mediocre presentation, but who usualy does no work at all. The same situation has been experianced by myself, admittedly more so in years past than recently. On the other hand, when participating in a sports situation, I have recieved 'awards' I know I do not deserve, and I have experianced little more embarasing than to have someone say "Oh go on, let him have the goal/point." In a condecending manner, in a situation in which I know I did not score.
Back to competition as a whole, an aquaintance of mine pointed out in a discussion that: "When you don't get a job, that's because of competition in the workplace, when you don't get a girl you like, it's partialy due to competition, to succede today, you need to be able to compete with others, and win." Now I agree, to an extent, with this. Competition is an essential part of living, and a competitive nature should be encouraged. Competition is seen as almost a dirty word in recent years, as though there is something wrong with this natural and benificial behaviour. People seem to connect being competitive with being selfish, wanting to win all the time, and being spitefull afterward. But that is a different kind of personality trait, you can no more connect the two than connect being shy with agoraphobia.
In conclusion, for now, I think that the way competition in general, and Physical Education in specific, is handled in more and more primary schools is ridiculous, and some serious thought must go into re-working this area of education, bearing in mind its effects on both future success and health and well being.
Now, I'm irritated, and someone is going to hear about it.
Friday, July 04, 2003
Now I'm tired, but I'll write the next post anyway.
Thursday, July 03, 2003
In other news I met up with a girl from my past who I dumped because, oh, she wanted to see Garfield behind my back. After I dumped her, she went after him, and he wouldnt have her. Since then she has tried to get me back. So, I took her back, which hurt Spot, so two cheats with one bloody big, multi-tasking stone. More news tomoro.
Now parts of my body ache, I'm going to bed.
