Good luck wth the next one Mr Brown.

lol

I spent the entire weekend studying classics (read: reading Dan Browns new encyclopaedia). For those of you who are unaware, classics was sort of my one subject this year that I could miss. See, I couldn't miss art because i love it and it loves me. And I couldnt miss English and Music because those were sort of important to my future... and my "PLAN". And I couldnt miss maths because im scared of my maths teacher. And Art historys awesome, and far far too much fun (well... was. *tear*.) and thats it. SOO, whenever I had a music lesson or was really hungry or had far too much art to do, it seemed Classics had to bite the bullet, despite the fact that Mr Drurys the man, and I even went to Italy early this year on the class trips of all class trips. Well, it didnt stop Classics from going straight through me. I cant remember why I did it, I mean, I didnt really do very well at history last year... wait.... so, why DID I do classics this year?? If I knew I was going to be bad at it. Hmmmm....

OH WAIT!!

So that brings me to today. The Odyssey went quite well (its pretty much english) and so did the pompeiian art bit. Everythign was going actually pretty smoothly, so by the time I got to the essay on Athenian democracy I was in a pretty good mood. But unfortunately Athenian Democracy as a subject doesn't hold the delights that you would expect from a topic that examines political developments of a era that we found underground. And plus I was sort of accidentaly absent for the good part of the topic. Oh, and dont forget Dan Brown fucking things up. And I didnt have a big breakfast. And the exam examiner lady was reading a book on GRAMMAR which made me laugh for a solid hour.

ANYway. Like halfway through my fluff filled essay on male citizenship I sort of, gave up. Mid sentence even... I just sort of realised I didnt know nearly enough to help me pass. This is sort of what happened (I'll note with a * where I gave up);

The punishments towards Athenians who broke the rules of Citizenship were incredibly strict. If a person broke the rules of citizenship, or pretended to be a citizen the * Athenian Police would arrest him. Then, they would make the offender sit in a small steel box in the sun for a week to think about what he had done. Then, if by the end of the week the non citizen had completely repented for his sins, they would give him a ten minute head start. After which the townspeople would chase him with long swords and sharpened wooden poles to the edge of the city limits. Then, the townspeople would celebrate with a strict and rigidly coreographed dance. The End... Well, I'm hungry. I'm thinking I might go get a sushi ball.

I get my results in January, so I'll defs let you know how I went. God I love NCEA.

PS. I still cant find that fucking chord. I guess no one will ever believe that Oli truely jumped that river... he did btw.

EDIT: I got my results back!!!! AAAAAAND Not Achieved. Ha. Saw that coming. I got very excited when I saw that it had been moderated, but Sam kindly reminded me that thats random. Huh. Next year!

COMING SOON...!

_A video of Oli jumping the fucking river! As soon as I can find that fucking illusive chord.
_A new band name maybe?maybe not? probs.(wa wa wah???)
_Sick (or ill) artwork.
_Less wanky/more music content on this blog.
_Free Internet cake.

_Funny videos of cats rapping*

*irony

Los Cappuccios - Thom's guest post..?

Today I hung out with Thom. So he's going to tell you what went down. And other things that are on his mind. Take his word for gold....

Rolled up to town. Met up with the Custard Boys, they were at the library, went to.. Yellow Rocket's Coffee and Bagels cafe.. We had coffee and bagels.. Callum got.. basil pesto with garlic and herb cream cheese and a cappuccino. I (thom) had a.. Hazelnut with boysenberry jam and cream cheese bagel and.. a flat white (i'm boring and bad at coffee/it was the cheapest).
After an hour of organising our RDU application form (I have a spew on my blog about RDUing stuff if you're realy bored.. which you must be if you're reading a blog :) and some awkward interjections by Oli about it all.. After a spell of this, and a pretty wee Danish lassy signing us up for a petition involving the world and saving it (well.. might as well give it a shot) we were finally off to UC for RDUing..
After a pleasant walk through the campus we got there. Seeing as we hadn't actually met Benet (the boss man), we're pretty sure we passed him in the stairs, he was carrying soup.
The reception lady took our mix tapes and our form for us, Benet was out to lunch you see.. He's gonna call us and get shit properly sorted.
Off we were back to the cave (it's what I call the Custard boy's home.. Where else do bears live?) via waiting for half an hour for Oli to man up enough to jump a wee.. not even 6 foot wide river via an ice cream stop via checking out their section (they're building a house you see..) we were finally home.
Not much else happened. We nibbled on some grainwaves on our walk.

[*]ENDE[*]

Thanks Thom. Very brief.

Dear Blog

Today I did something dreadful.

Anyone who really knows me will tell you that I'm a helpless nostalgic. I keep everything. Too much paper shit is everywhere in my life, and more obviously, my room. I have come to actually throwing a lot of things away recently, things I like but know I wont need in five years time. Something that makes me laugh but wont when I find it in five months time. Or will it? Usually I just sit there rereading it over and over feeling sad and mopey about how fun and carefree my life was when I was (five months) younger... until I realise its just a drawing from a friend, or a ticket stub, or a real old magazine I read lots.

When we moved into this house at the start of Year 9 I decided to cover my door with shit (posters, ticket stubs... mostly school events and shit for my wicked covers band JORC with Joel and Rory). My mum didn't like it at first because it was a rental place because we had a property we were going to be building on soon and we'd be moving and I'd have to rip it all down and probably peel off paint. But I did anyway... a way of making Bryndweird feel like home. Well, fast forward four years down the line and here I am, nearing the start of my 5th year of high school, were still in Bryndwr which has become well and truly home for me (despite the whole no vowel things... SOMETIMES Y IS A LIE!!), Joel and Rory are now in a r ridiculously scary (read 'good') Deathcore (or something) band and we're in (giggle inducing) Custard Bear. Plus, my door is still covered in shit from four years ago. So I took it all off.

Mum noticed straight away (the paint was fine fyi). Dad walked past twice before he did. But they were both sort of shocked. And so was I, kind of. It may not seem like a big deal, but to a hopeless nostalgic its pretty much the worst. But I didn't throw everything away. I kept the JORC posters. In like twenty years time when Behold Thy End is like crazy famous for biting the heads off of bats and Custard Bear (read 'Way Better Band Name') is mediocre famous for playing in librarys and touring the South Island, we can show people that poster and they'd be like "Woah shit, man... thats nutsbuckle*" and we'd be all "Yup... totes. We taught them everything they know".

Can I get a YEHAW for capitalising on friends success??? Nope.

I got scared at my overly clean door so I started blu tacking photo copies of work from my folio. Im liking it, to be honest. Waaaay better than JORC shit.


*future slang term. Trust me, everyone's going to be saying it. Its the new pish posh.


ps. tune into RDU tonight at like 1am. THOMS ON!!!

Math the Never

Okay okay... Okay. I'm very very excited and stoked right now. But I'm getting ahead of myself (lols for reference)...

Today I was doing my level two maths exam. It went pretty all right. I did a suitable amount of revision in the weekend. On Saturday I taught myself how to do logarithms. For those of you who avoided year 12 maths logarithms are special magic numbers which make algebra awesome. Needless to say I spent all day doing examples and getting real awesome at it (sidebar. there were two logarithm questions out of the whole six papers. I could have done the second one another way but I kinda forced it. It was awesome). Sunday I did calculus. For those of you who dont know anything, calculus is a maths on meth. Its not healthy. But it is kind of magic. But dont go thinking I'm a fan of math. I'm really not... maths is stupid. Well, high school maths is. I've been doing maths all my living memory. From counting... to subtracting... to MULTIPLICUNTION... long division. fractions. adding/subtracting fractions. algebra (giggles)

...

it was a long, long journey. Lots of "why??!"'s were had. I struggled to understand the point for long periods of my life when I was certain that I wanted to do music/film/art/things that Im naturally good at and wont take long periods of academic struggling. But I wont go on and on...everyone feels this way. Even maths teachers... but they would never admit it.

So there I was, halfway through my trigonometric equation paper when I realised... this wwas the LAST TIME I WAS EVER DOING MATHS! EVER!!! EVER EVER!!!! EEEVVVVEEEERRRRRR!!!!!!!

And then I got Los Campesinos! stuck in my head and my day was perfect forever amen.

Exam

I just finished my second Cambridge English exam this afternoon. Two hours of regurgitating out onto paper everything I know about Julius Caesar and A View from the Bridge. Which was always going to be an interesting two hours. However, it was interesting for the wrong reasons... well, reasons detrimental to my success in English.

I went into the exam quietly confident. I planned on kicking exam ass. It took about half of the exam time for me to realise that this was probably not the best way of going about something testing academic knowledge. 'Kicking exam ass' could have been read as 'lying to myself about the extent of my knowledge and the consequences of my imenent failure'.

I came to the realisation that I gave up on English halfway through the year without realising it. There is a point in my notes book where the logical progressions of thought just stops.... and is replaced with disjointed and unrelated buzz words; 'heteronormative society' 'intra psychic exploration' and my favourite 'a vivid disection of the human condition'. This will not help me pass.

It seems my knowledge was lacking. And it was far far too late to do anything about it. It was beyond late. I spent the last half hour of this exam coming to terms with this fact.

Oh well... At least I can blame the teacher.

I love summer and summer smells.

This post is part of my "Its the summer so I'm feeling sentimental" collection. Secretly, I know its only spring. How do I know this?

The clouds are moody and I need chapstick.

Favourite summer smells include damp clean hair and cut grass. I know everyone loves cut grass, but I love it because it reminds me of Hansen Park. That's where we did our athletics at primary school. Towards the end of every year we would do athletics in the afternoons. On Fridays the whole senior school (about 100 people) would walk down to Hansen Park intheir sun hats to do running. It always smelt amazing. And plus we got the afternoon off of school work, so I even enjoyed the exercise even though I run like a desk. And the walks were good too, we would talk about star wars or lord of the rings or something else equally life consuming. And when we did high jump we would fall onto the hot rubber mats and get sweaty backs.

This afternoon I have my primary school reunion. We're taking lemon slice.

FuEEEED MuEEEE!!!

Yesterday I went on an overly enormous walk with Paige to go to that media club gig. We fed ducks on the way (something I have not done for eons, but Paige has not done for months. I win). Overall I think we both really learnt alot... ducks are like that you know.

The gig was pretty sweet. I was all real tired from all the masses of walking and all but it was so worth it. Sandfly Bay seemed a little down (wich was sad cause I love those guys) but luckily they were playing reeally old horror films behind them which we could watch when we got bored (but I blame the walking).

T54 (NOT a rap group fyi) were fucking killer. They played some relentless rock and roll and plus the bass player was adorable* (*read "had real long bogan hair in a mid part plus a hot cake AND a prunes and custard pedal which destroyed") and the drummer looked like Callum from The Checks which freaked me out (in a good way).

AAAaaahHHH!! Holy fuck they're enormous!!!

It was so hot today...

I got a headache, walked home with my blazer off, I ate a popsicle outside this afternoon, I had a long nap, dad barbecued burgers... they were undeniably exquisite, its 8:02 and its still sunny and I thought of the poor people in the northern hemisphere getting colder and colder and I laughed and laughed.

Because of my Europe trip earlier this year I got two springs. I feel bad. But so happy. The downside of it is that winter this year was exceptionally hard, having tasted Parisian spring and loved it.

I feel bad. But so happy.

Celebration Sandwich

Because its tuesday and everything I thought I'd show you a recipe. It's my "hurray i finished my art folio sandwich and I want to celebrate" sandwich. Everyone should have their own celebration sandwhich. Its my one rule (he lies).





Instead of a detailed analysis on how to make it (EVERYONE knows how too make a sandwich) here's lots of photos...







you need: A WHOLE banana (thats the point); peanut butter (whatever kind, except unsalted... thats just weird... and make sure its not made in china. Not because I dont like china... i do, its just something to do with shipping and carbon footprints ya ya ya...); manuka honey; chocolate chips; bread (if your feeling adventurous or have a very large banana, use the crusts. Extra support).





EAT

my art foliolioliolio

Its my baby.

B. A. B. Y

(yay for collage!)

DONE FUCKERS!

Art folio: complete*.

YUS!!

*almost