Wake up! Time to die!

^^^ W. Axl Rose ^^^

It's times like these that...I can't finish this sentence. I'm only sitting here now because I'm stuck. I can't be bothered doing any further study for English, so I'm leaving it there. She'll be right. I've been studying for it, but inconsistently. I just can't keep my head buried in English notes for longer than say, 30 minutes, and still remain focused. Case in point: Yesterday, I got through two handouts, three max, on King Lear before falling asleep with my notes on top of me. Sweeeeeet.

And so, I'm stuck. I either bore myself to sleep doing English, or...bore myself to death doing Economics. It's like that South Park episode where Stan had to choose between a giant douche and a turd sandwich. I'm half-expecting P. Diddy to come out of nowhere, point a gun to my head and scream, 'Vote or die, muthafucka!' Actually, that'd be kinda cool.

I've quoted it before, and I'll quote it again: School sucks! And it's full of lesbians!

Before I go and have my last two hours of freedom before death-by-English, I've got one last Family Guy quote.

Dennis Miller: I don't wanna go on a rant here, but America's foreign policy makes about as much sense as Beowulf havin' sex with Robert Fulton at the First Battle of Antietam. I mean, when a neo-conservative defenestrates, it's like Raskolnikov filibustered dioxin monohydroxinate.

Peter: What the hell does rant mean?

Ahh, Family Guy. What would the world be without it? My guess is, shitty! Speaking of shit, it's time to study for Economics. Anyways, later days!

- marty..

END COMMUNICATION.

HSC sucks balls

Could that title BE any more appropriate? This whole studying everyday thing is getting too tiresome. Not exactly stressful at the moment, even though I probably should be stressing out, and it's not exactly boring, either...I don't have the right word to describe it, but I do know one thing, and that is that the HSC sucks balls. How? I don't know. Why?! I...don't know.

I've got little aches and pains here and there, the most recent one being my right foot feeling sore thanks to a new form of martial arts Jono and I spontaneously invented. We haven't come up with a name yet, but when we do, I expect it to be both radical and stupid. Actually, just stupid. It involves our right legs being tangled in a vicious death grip, inflicting tremendous pain upon both combatants/idiots. It doesn't involve winning, it doesn't involve losing. It's all about the idiocy. And now my right foot hurts like hell. Sweeeeeeet. It's not that bad though 'cause I can still run on it, it just hurts when I stop and try to twist my foot. Plus, I think I might be getting sick again . Don't know how though. Hopefully it goes away, especially before trials. Or at least it just stays in the mornings, and doesn't bug me for the rest of the day.

Anywho, it's time for Economics study, which is why I'm home at 2:30PM on a Thursday afternoon. Death to the HSC. Good luck to everyone! Rock their world! ROCK THEIR WORLD!!!!!!!!!!! Damn, need a drooling emoticon. Family Guy pwns! Anyways, later days!

- marty..

Blow away...way away...

Staind - Blow Away

Live in my head for just one day
I see myself and look away
The road is showing now on my face
Soon I'll disappear with
I'll disappear without a fucking trace

Faces that I've seen turn old and grey
I've lost too many friends along the way
Memories I never thought would fade
They fade and blow away

I wish that I could disappear
Unzip my skin and leave it here
So I could be no one again
And never let nobody
I'd let nobody
I'd let nobody in

Faces that I've seen turn old and grey
I've lost too many friends along the way
Memories I never thought would fade
They fade and blow away

So now the walls are closing in
Because in life you sink or swim
Sometimes these shoes don't feel right in my head
Feel like a book that can't be
A book that can't be
A book that can't be read

Faces that I've seen turn old and grey
I've lost too many friends along the way
Memories I never thought would fade
They fade and blow away

Dear Stress,

Please, blow the fuck away. Way away.

Please pass this message on to Misery as well.

- marty..

P.S.

L e t t i n g o u t t h e n o i s e i n s i d e o f m e

E v e r y w i n d o w p a n e i s s h a t t e r i n g

C u t t i n g u p m y w o r d s b e f o r e I s p e a k

T h i s i s h o w i t f e e l s t o n o t b e l i e v e

Need....sleep...ZzZzZz...

Well, quite a bit's happened since I last blogged. In no chronological order...

• Getting the bad stuff outta the way first, our bird died this morning, which sucks. I could still feel a lot worse though, if he/she (we never really figured it out) had been with us longer, but it's still a pity, 'cause it was getting really good at whistling/annoying everyone. Oh well, still worth a mention.
• I was getting myself ready for school Sunday night, and I was doing pretty good in terms of keeping to the schedule. I was just about to do Maths when I turned on the TV and saw Dragon was on. Had an important decision to make: either be AZN by watching the story of Bruce Lee kicking people's asses, or be ASIAN and....do Maths. I came up with the BRILLIANT idea of trying to do both at the same time...and the survey says: "DUMBASS!" End result: Bruce Lee - 1; Maths - 0.
• School re-started yesterday (Monday), which wasn't too bad. I picked up right where I left off - missing the school bus in the morning. Awesome. I rushed to school thinking my Economics assignment was overdue. Survey says: "DUMBASS! It's due Thursday!" School was still pretty fun; it's always mad to catch up with the fellaz, 'cause, other than at Jono's and at Essjay's, I barely saw anyone in the holidays.
• Speaking of Essjay's, the party was pretty fun. I had a headache by the end of the night though (thank you, messed up anatomy) , so towards the end it was pretty cool that everything quieted down. Took a bunch of random photos, so I apologise in advance to anyone who got random'd. Monita took a bunch of photos with the camera while I was away, which was funny 'cause when I got my camera back, I was thinking, "Hey, I thought my camera could hold a lot more than 4 photos." Photos are up and free for taxation, if anyone wants to tax them. I think other people have different photos from the night as well.
• Speaking of photos, someone (*cough*TJ*cough*) was bitching to me that the photos were too annoying to find 'cause they were right at the end of the 2005 section. So here ya go, they've been re-arranged. Have fun.

Damnit, still wiiiiiiide awake.

Marty...needs...sleep...

and...misses...Liezl...

Anyways, later days!

- marty..

P.S. Rest in Peace, Jess. Oct. 1, 2004 - July 18, 2005.

Karma and Effect

Seether. Pwns. Hard.

Picked up Karma and Effect yesterday, when me and the guys went to Parra. It was my first time out of the house these holidays, and I'd been itching to do something for a while, so I'm glad it was heaps of fun. Was planning to buy myself a Reggie Miller road jersey, but sacrificed that to buy a limited edition Web of Spider-Man 'figure' ("IT'S NOT A TOY! IT'S AN ACTION FIGURE!" - me arguing with JB...good times...) and a L337 Scarface 'figure.' Pity the Chevelle album wasn't there, or else I'd be musically content by now.

I was supposed to be writing this from the discomfort of my mobile phone at 4AM, as originally planned. I TRIED sleeping early, because after all the shopping and bowling fun for Sarah's birthday, plus hanging out at Karl's, I was pretty buggered. I was asleep by 9:30PM, I just didn't expect to be awake again by 1AM. I watched He Got Game to pass the time, which is still an awesome movie after all these years. Jesus Shuttlesworth for President! The only weird thing was Jesus being shown how to be cool around the campus by Rick Fox. RICK F'N FOX?! Canadian Skechers boy?! But all in all, it's still a mad movie. Denzel Washington is the SHIT. I was pretty much out of ideas on how to put myself to sleep by now, so I decided to blog from my phone. Note to self: never EVER try blogging from a mobile phone ever again. It tricks you into thinking it's actually possible, before closing the window on you for no reason. I lost 15 minutes of my time thanks to that.

Physics beckons, so I best be gone. Damn, trials. I don't even have my trademark exam swagger this time around, just because I don't feel I'm prepared for everything yet. Here's hoping everybody in Year 12 makes it through the trials. Anyways, later days!

- marty..

Whew. Heart attack averted.

For approximately 10 seconds, I think my heart seriously stopped beating. I was just over at the Breaking Benjamin forum, randomly surfing after adopting my new philosophy ("To hell with English"), when I noticed a forum about Trust Company. Naturally, I was intrigued. Nearly collapsed in my seat upon reading the words 'break', 'up', 'Trust' and 'Company' all in the same sentence. Trust. Company. Breaking. Up. May God have mercy on us all. Luckily though, I also spotted the word 'rumour' within the same sentence. Scrolling down the page, the rumour was eventually shot down.

WHEW. Heart attack averted. Return to normal activity.

Need...new...CD's...specifically Seether's Karma and Effect, and Chevelle's This Type of Thinking, preferably the double disc that has The Clincher V103. Oh, and just found out that Seether and Breaking Benjamin are going on tour together. Now, if Ben Burnley would just get over his freaking fear of flying, then maybe BB would tour here. Until then, I'm just gonna have to sit here and lament the fact that my version of We Are Not Alone doesn't feature the new version of Rain. Bastards. Nothing against Rain, which I think is still an awesome song, but I disagree with it being released as the new single. Forget It is a MUCH better 'soft' song. Actually, I've found the silver lining: Forget It doesn't get released as a single, which is freakin' Smurf (Thank you, Family Guy). I understand them trying to connect with as many different audiences as possible, but I still maintain that Breakdown would have been a much better single release. Oh well, off to listen to Trust Company, and maybe a bed, in due time. Anyways, later days!

- marty..

P.S.

[ T R U S T c o m p a n y ]

You take me down further inside of me. Now I'm fading out, I can barely see. I hover.

[ t h e l o n e l y p o s i t i o n o f n e u t r a l ]

Never gonna break me. Just try and hold me down. I will escape you and I'll push you closer to the ground.

[ t r u e p a r a l l e l s ]

Be yourself

Audioslave - Be Yourself

Someone falls to pieces
Sleeping all alone
Someone kills the pain
Spinning in the silence
She finally drifts away
Someone gets excited
In the chapel yard
Catches a bouquet
Another lays a dozen
White roses on a grave

And be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do

Someone finds salvation in everyone
Another, only pain
Someone tries to hide himself
Down inside himself he prays
Someone swears it's true love
Until the end of time
Another runs away
Separate or united?
Healthy or insane?

And be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do
Be yourself is all that you can do

Even when you've paid enough
Been pulled apart
Or been held up
'Cause every single memory of
Good or bad faces of luck
Don't lose any sleep tonight
I'm sure everything will end up alright
You may win or lose

But to be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do
Be yourself is all that you can
Be yourself is all that you can do

Apparently these are 100% correct, but I'm not exactly sure. In any case, currently obsessing over this song. Anyways, later days!

- marty..

P.S. Here's hoping you're okay...you know who you are...

EDIT: I pretty much messed up on the previous lyrics. These make a lot more sense.

You know you're right... happy ?

Nirvana - You Know You're Right

I would never bother you
I would never promise to
I will never follow you
I will never bother you
Never speak a word again
I will crawl away for good

I will move away from here
You won't be afraid of fear
No thought was put into this
I always knew it would come to this

Things have never been so swell
And I have never felt this well
Pain...
You know you're right

I'm so warm and calm inside
I no longer have to hide
Let's talk about someone else
Steaming, soup begins to melt
Nothing ever bothers her
She just wants to love herself

I will move away from here
You won't be afraid of fear
No thought was put into this
I always knew it would come to this

Things have never been so swell
And I have never felt this well
Pain...
You know you're right
Pain...

Mudvayne - Happy ?

In this hole, that is me, the dead are rolling over
In this hole, thickening, dirt shoveled over shoulders
I feel it in me, so overwhelmed, oh this pressured center rising
My life overturned, unfair the despair, all these scars keep ripping open

Peel me from the skin, tear me from the rind, does it make you happy now?
Tear meat from the bone, tear me from myself, are you feeling happy now?

In this hole, that is me, a life that's growing feeble
In this hole, so limiting, the sun has set all darkens
Buried underneath, hands slip off the wheel, internal pathway to contention

Peel me from the skin, tear me from the rind, does it make you happy now?
Tear meat from the bone, tear me from myself, are you feeling happy now?

Are you happy?
Are you happy?
Are you feeling happy?

In this hole, that is me, left with a heart exhausted,
What's my release? What sets me free?
Do you pull me up just to push me down again?

Peel me from the skin, tear me from the rind, does it make you happy now?
Tear meat from the bone, tear me from myself, are you feeling happy now?

Peel me from the skin, tear me from the rind, does it make you happy now?
Tear meat from the bone, tear me from myself, are you feeling happy now?

Does it make you happy?
Are you feeling happy?
Are you fucking happy now that I'm lost left with nothing!?

Does it make you happy?
Are you feeling happy?
Are you fucking happy now that I'm lost left with nothing!?

Really good songs, but neither have anything to do with my mood (although I am slightly annoyed/scissored at something). This isn't the place to air out dirty laundry though, so yeah. Anyways, later days!

- marty..

The ecstasy of gold...

I'm currently obsessed with this song, originally from the 60's Western "The Good, The Bad and The Ugly" with Clint Eastwood. It's the intro to Metallica's S&M, plus Jay-Z sampled it for Blueprint 2. I decided to download the original. For some reason, it's buried itself deep into my psyche. Love it, though. Fitting it's from a movie; it just seems like one of those songs that'd play to build up the climax of something. Those songs are the shit, by the way . It's one of those songs I'd listen to before doing something meaningful/competitive.I don't really know why, but it seems to psych me up to do something, anything. As long as the song was playing in the background, I felt a bit more...driven, I guess?

Which just makes it that much more ironic that I spent around 12 hours online today, and all I had to show for it was four PowerPoint slides (INCLUDING the master slide) and 248 words worth of work. I've quoted it once, and I'll quote it again: Procrastination and masturbation are the same. YOU END UP FUCKING YOURSELF!

I really need to pull myself together, work-wise, or else I'm fucked for the HSC. I've gotten a DECENT amount of work done these holidays, but decent isn't gonna cut it from here on in. Repeat after me:

[ B E L O W S T A T E A V E R A G E ]

Haven't caught up with any of the fellaz recently (except at Jono's party). Understandable though, what with the trials around the corner and everything. If any of the guys are reading this, just remember fellaz:

CHICKS CHICKS CHICKS CHICKS CHICKS. BEATZ BEATZ BEATZ BEATZ BEATZ. CHICKS and BEATZ, CHICKS and BEATZ, CHICKS and BEATZ, CHICKS and BEATZ, CHICKS and BEATZ. DJ DENIM! *scratch* Bringin' you da beatz that rocks my socks!

Oh, and if Karlo's reading this, YOU'RE A DOG! Why? I don't know, just felt like saying it. Anyways, guess it's sleep time. By the way, this is the second time I'm writing this, thanks to it fucking up for some unknown reason. Anyways, later days!

- marty..

P.S. Happy 8th of the month, Di!

Can't touch the untouchable...

...break the unbreakable
Shake the unshakeable (it's Hovi baby)
Can't see the unseeable, reach the unreachable
Do the impossible (it's Hovi baby)

Can't move the unmoveable, stop the unstoppable..

^^^ Jay-Z - Hovi Baby ^^^

Whoooooo...Got a well-needed dose of something that I haven't had in about 2-3 weeks, and that was a good old-fashioned one-on-one basketball game, or six . I was gonna put some corny shit like 'For the love of the game' or something on the title, but Jigga gave me something much better. Anywho, with the NBA season over and not starting for another 4 months, I NEEDED this night. I wasn't even expecting to play, and at first, I was still pretty shaky (stupid stitch). Now, compared to a lot of other people, I'm not much of a player, but I don't really care sometimes; as most people will attest to, I just love to compete.

And compete I did. Did pretty well for myself as well. Firstly, me and Mike squared off, loser stays on, so they have to fight to get a rest. It was the Kobe fan VS the Lebron fan, one-on-one, first to five, two games back to back. At first, he was pretty much toying with me. But, as it always goes against Michael, the game gets really good and down to the wire. I love playing against Mike, probably because we always play hard against each other. Well, proud to say that I was able to squeeze out two come-from-behind victories. I started out VERY sloppily in the second game, missing easy shots early on and letting him take control. I guess he got tired eventually, 'cause it ended up going my way in the end.

So Mike had to stay on and play this Bosco (spelling??) dude. He's this strong, athletic dude, but he wasn't the most technically sound player. Mike's legs were jelly at this point, and he ended up dropping another game. So, the re-rematch was on. This time, Mike was crazy trying to kill me, probably because he was so tired and really wanted to get off. So, once again, tied at 4 apiece, just like the last two games. The last three shots I had were SO flukey, it's not even funny. Came from behind with three turnaround J's from the right elbow, all lucky to go through the net. And so, it was Mike VS Bosco again.

This time, Mike FINALLY earned his rest. I had to play Bosco, and WHOA! Playing this dude takes it really takes it outta you. First, I could NOT get past him, left or right, no matter how fast I tried to go. Dude was athletic as hell, and I was lucky that he wasn't shooting well at the start. Eventually though, it ended up tied at 4, my ball. One driving right-hander later, I got more rest for the night, again.

Things degenerated by this point into some shoddy 2-on-2 game. When the dust settled, there was this one dude who wanted to play me. He'd been playing one-on-one before, and the whole time, the dude was complaining about his cramped legs like it was a dramatisation. He was getting pretty annoying, and Mike wanted someone to shut him up as well. Well, he challenged me, so it would've been rude of me to refuse, right? Well, first game, he tried pulling all this And1 shit on me. Word of advice: leave it to those with H-A-N-D-L-E-S ! Game one - me: 5; drama dude: 0.

This is where it got interesting. Drama dude asks for a rematch, and I gladly accept. He starts playing hard, and when he's not trying out for the Globetrotters, he's actually not too bad. He's got the size, and he can shoot pretty well. He starts off good, but I come back and make it 4 all. He starts going on about 'Don't count out the cripple!' Well, the cripple eventually did win; cue inspirational music. But, as the game goes, you accept your losses. You lick your wounds, and you move on.

After that, Mike took us driving, with Karlo and Ryan following us. We lost them a couple of times, thanks to Mike's crazy driving. Eventually, Mike had to go home, so me, Karl and Ryan went driving around. We were about to go to JB's, but we saw a bunch of guys coming back from the party who told us it was already finished, so we all just decided to go home.

And that was my night. Hey, five outta six ain't bad, right? Anyways, later days!

- marty..

Jeff loves you! Give yourself to Jeff!

^^^ THUG 2 ^^^

Pat should get that reference. Man, this game pwns. Well, until I eventually get bored of it anyways, which should be soon enough. This game's so frustrating, it's made me start swearing again. But, it's frustratingly addictive, which is the kind of frustration I love.

Some kind of monster: school sucks, and it's full of lesbians. I know, I'm on holidays, but stupid homework's still hanging over my head, not to mention the trials. Frankly, I'm getting a little tired of it, but hey, just a little bit more to go, right?

As last days of term go, yesterday was pretty sweet. Woke up early to play THUG2 before school (thank you, stop-work meeting), then took Karlo to school around 10:30. Felt like an idiot for bringing ALL my books, even though we didn't do any work. Karlo nicked off right after handing in his assignment, leaving me nigelated. Oh well, had mad fun bumming with Mark and Goldy. We walked around to the different music rooms, then they just kept playing music, which was SWEEEEEET. Highlights include Mark not wanting to play Master of Puppets because the guitar sucked, Goldy and Mark playing Enter Sandman, and Lil Villon and his friends playing Helena.

Then, on the way to Parra, me and Mattitude had the unpleasant experience of having some of the dero-est chicks known to mankind annoy us on the train. RAAAAHHH!! Moles, they were. Lucky they bugged Matt more than they bugged me. I got off easy. The fun continued at Parra, 'cause we got rejected by an 11-year old kid at EB. Smug little bastard. I copped it worse than he did, though. I got rejected by an 11 year-old kid! Twice!

Then, it was off to the library to disturb Karl and Kate from their study. I then proceeded to get FURTHER embarassed. Long story short, I was under the table, Matt had his pants down, and some dudes saw me from outside the door. Fun, yah?

Today...it's off to Jono's house for his birthday get-together. Kinda ticked that I won't be able to go to JB's. Damn, if only I knew how to drive. Oh well, Australia's fault. Anyways, later days!

- marty..