The open day

Sunday, August 28, 2005

Yesterday was the open day at Victorian Bible College, and it was fantastic! The atmosphere was so great and so was the food. All I really have to do is figure out what course to go into. Hmmm give me a moment.

Also yesterday was my dads birthday, I couldn't make it because of the open day but I got him a nice card (And bought Futurama Season 5 for myself).

Today I had da-pro duty and besides some major mishaps everything went well.

Oh yeah last night I couldn't go to a party simply because it is too far to get there. Not too seem all up-tight and all, some of my other friends went and drank some hard liquor. I guess I have to mentally re-evaluate some of my profiles of people. Oh well.

Lesson Learned: You can never really know 100% of a person.

'The snow report' or 'The brotherhood of snow'

Saturday, August 27, 2005

Now before I go on with the rest of this action filled post I am going to add something. In my last post I said that I would be dealing with the 10 levels of Goth. Well... I'm going to field this one to my friend Erin at http://erin1710.blogspot.com/.

When I think of skiing I think of a particular verse out of Romans 5 (NIV) "Rejoice in our sufferings, because we know it produces perseverance; perseverance, character and hope" Now if you read between the lines it really means "No pain, no gain".

I guess the entire venture started when the group of us congregated at school at the disgusting hour of 4:30 in the morning. Half asleep we went onto the bus. The ride was lazy and eventful... except the 'flash photography' instances. Now I realise that sadistic behaviour of flashing a bright light into a busload of people at night, while they're half asleep may be seen as funny, but seriously get it the hell away from my face.

I wont bother you with the little details, however I do say that we did get there in one peace. The ski conditions were perfect. Not a cloud in the sky. It was a lot hotter than I expected too. So one had to take off ones thermal long johns in favour of something more appropriate, like a tank top.

Now I had gone skiing before, but that was different, much more uphill walking as I remember. Anyway as I started out I was disgraceful; I'm talking "People in my way are my sort of brakes" talent. By the time I was on the way out I was handling the Intermediate Course like I knew what I was doing. I guess I can thank this to Koiechi: My Japanese instructor and Elmer (Fud): The Russian instructor. Who gave me the skills I needed.

Now I wont go into details about everyone, however I will briefly go over the teachers and the students whom I shared a cabin with:

• Mr Conway (Principle): There are a few things in your life you do not need to see at any point in your life. That includes seeing your school principle in a Speedo *Shivers of despair creep over my spine as I type this*.


• Mrs. Campbell (The level headed one) If anything she was the only one who knew what the hell was going on.

And the one and only the Fabulous:

• Miss Williams (Single): Lets just say that anything that encourages teenage boys to go to class is a good thing.

And now for my roomies:

• Shane: I spent most of the time on the slopes with him.


• Daniel: Old best friend in primary school, kept asking about what has changed (Not much apparently)


• Grant: He puts the fun in 'Fun Sized'


• And Bryce: My second most prominent threat next to Jacob Dyer. Same as usual.

The rooms we stayed in were great. They had bunk beds, sink, stove, on sweet act. The grounds themselves had a Sauna, Pool, Spa, Playground, Games room (With air hocky table) and a dining room that served us up Breakfast and Dinner daily and they know how to satisfy a crowed. The one thing I didn’t like was how on the only time we were able to go outside the grounds of the hotel we were rushed to IGA, not able to look at anything else and then we went back. Are we really that much of a handful Miss Williams??? Anyway, by the end of the day we would all be tired, our feet would ache and we'd return back in the mood to relax and I believe that the Mansfield Inn was able to do us well for the price we paid.

When you live in a communal living style you are bound to meet a few people. I for one met up with a few guys in the spa who I keys bumping into in the hill and in the dining room and such, the weird thing is I met up with one of the guys who I did my deb with *Wait, that didn’t come out right (Rewind)* He was half of one of the other couples at me debutant. His name was Josh I think. The truth is that the fraternity of snow binds us all and although it might not last long, or very powerful something is there.

On Thursday night there was Karaoke/Disco night. Everyone there was having a riot of a time as Grant was doing some of his patented moves while singing ‘The way you make me feel’ and you know… that song for the spice girls. There was dancing, people were dancing to the Nut bush, Macarena and the Hokey Pokey. I gave it a shot. Me being neurotic as I am went through the entire book picking out the best one and then eliminating the choices. In the end I sung “The Cats and the cradle” I didn’t do to bad (For karaoke anyway).

Now there has to be at least one more thing that needs to be addressed (Lets not do a Mr. Moore here and do a 180 degree spin) and that is bus behaviour. Some of the behaviour is hilarious, others are just annoying. Perhaps you should consult me if something is becoming stale, okay. A lot of gags go on for too long. Trust me, I know funny.

Now it is becoming late right now 11:53pm in fact so I'll wrap it up.

Lesson learned: Control is important, especially if you’re soaring downhill at 55km/h on skis.

Radio training

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

Wow, what a day I had yesterday,

I was running on gold during writers club. We had to write a story and include the props that are given to us. I wrote a story that was a twisted tale of the afterlife. Some of the props were james Brown "I feel good", a pair of glasses, a creepey doll, a saftey pin, a christal ball and The Cat Empires "Its Days like this". If your lucky I'll send it out to you. Or I'll publish it on my blog its all good.

Folowing writers club Erin and I caught the train to the city for radio training at SYN 90.7. We talked, and if i figure if we can talk on air as good as off air our show will be pure gold. Erin ate an apple. When we got to Melbourne Central Station in the city a very improbibal and bad thing happned: We ran into my Engligh teacher Mr Oxenburg. Now I realise that even teachers have to have a life too you know, and I have no problem with it but the mere improbability of it was astounding. It could of been worse. I guess the next time I see him, he'll ask why I was outside Melbourne Central Station with Erin.

After getting slightley lost we found the SYN 90.7 office (Cant say SYN no no no, againsed the rules) we filled out our forms and paid. There were some interesting characters. We read from a booklet and looked around the studio. I learned about as much from the two hour course. I got a bumper sticker for mr snaffelburger.

We returned home and I talked om MSN untill 11pm.

Comming Soon: The 10 levels of goth as described as Erin and I.

Virtual Reality

Saturday, August 20, 2005

Well I’ve calmed down since my last post (Thank god for that) and quite a few things have been going on since then. I’m finally online, with iSage Internet. I had a few problems to start off with, but it’s working. Oh what happy happy joy joy, now I can get away from stupid reality and escape to a virtual reality that I made myself.

Wow what looser speak. Lets try to make the best of our own reality, okay. Today I got my web cam back and I had to clean out my room at my dads place. Found some cool stuff and stuff I could of gone without ever seeing again. Man I love lazy Saturdays.

Captain Krunch: Space Adventurer

Friday, August 19, 2005

Captain Krunch: Space Adventurer
By Jack Chapman

In this harsh universe there has to be order and there is only one man who can serve it up on a silver platter with a cold glass of orange juice. That mans name is Captain Krunch and he travels through space on his Snaffelburger 5000 righting wrongs, saving damsels from imminent peril and saving small mammals from trees, all in time for Brunch, but Captain Krunch doesn't do this alone, by Krunches side there is the lieutenants Lionel Rufus and his ships computer Erin. At the moment our hero is doing his space laundry... "So I said to Dr. Diabolical 'I'm gonna take you on one to one, man to man, mono o monno' and then he said 'Okay Krunch, but we do it my way now', so then he grabbed his light sword and I grabbed my light sword and we battled until I was backed into a wall, then he said 'I have something to say to you Krunch' and I said 'What?' and he leaned forward and whispered into my ear 'I'm gonna be your new roommate' then I went down onto my knees and cried 'Noooooooo"" "Krunch! How many times do you have to tell me this story" Rufus Sighed. "Did I? I don't remember". *Ding* Went the hydro-dryer. Krunch leaned into it to get his one and only space suit. Krunch's laundry pants were drooping revealing a side of him that Rufus would rather not have seen. Krunch pulled the one and only suit out and held it to himself. "Rufus?" Krunch asked. "Yes, sir?" Responded Rufus. Krunch turned around, revealing that the suit at shrunk. It was now several sizes smaller. Rufus could see the fear in Krunchs' eyes. "What sort of diabolical mad man would do this to my precious suit" Asked Krunch. "I don't know Krunch, but I get the idea he must be the greatest foe we've ever faced" "ERIN"! Called Krunch. A face appeared on Krunches wrist watch. Erin is the computer of Krunches and Refuses space ship. She has an IQ of 10,000. The same IQ of 500 politicians. "Yes sir" Said Erin. "A madman has shrunk my one and only space suit, I need some advice" Erin’s eyes glanced at the temperature dial of the Hydro Dryer. It was very, very, very hot. Erin knew that Krunch was an idiot. "Have you tried turning down the temperature, after all three million degrees is very, very, very hot" "Are you trying to say this is my own fault"? Krunch asked, Erin nodded. She thought that maybe this might be the one time that Krunch actually listened to her. "I refuse to believe it. Somebody must be trying to get back at me" "By shrinking your laundry" She replied sarcastically. "Yes, by shrinking my laundry". "You are crazy" Snubbed Erin. "Perhaps, but I might just be crazy enough to bring down this foe". Rufus looked down at the suit and found a note sewn onto where Krunches bum would go. "Take this as a warning Krunch. Next time it will be your underwear and that is really uncomfortable" "See" Snubbed Krunch to Erin. "Shut Up" Said Erin. Rufus had an idea "maybe if you retrace your steps we might find some clues". Krunch thought for a moment. Thinking had always been hard for Krunch; he hasn't had much practice before. "Well, I put the suit in the hydro-dryer and I closed the door, then I switched it on, then five minutes later it went DING and then I took it out and my suit became fun sized. Rufus leant down to look into the dryer. He was shocked by what he saw. "What do you see"? Asked Erin.

“It looks as though it’s a wormhole”. Krunch blinked a few times.
Erin Sighed “It is a hole in space that takes you to another point in space” Krunch pondered, gears moved, lights switched on and off inside his head.
“Like a magic door”? Krunch asked.
“Yes Krunch, Like a magic door” Erin was disgusted by the fact that all of her magnificent talent was going to waste on Krunch.
“How safe is it” Rufus asked.
“Well, If you went through it you could come out in one piece, or we could be morphed together and come out in one piece but….”
“Good news Everyone, We’re going though the magic door” Rufus rolled his eyes. Erin rolled her eyes on her tiny screen.

So our heroes climbed into the back of the dryer (Note: Kids, this is dangerous don’t try this at home) and went through the wormhole. When they got to the other end they fell until something damp and smelly broke their fall.
“Is this heaven?” Asked a dizzy captain.
“Ewww, more like hell” Responded Rufus.
“Your both wrong idiots this is the world of missing laundry” Krunch and Rufus looked down and realised that what had broken their fall was a giant pile of Socks, Jocks, Bras and Briefs.
“So this is where every piece of underwear that goes missing goes. I thought I was just careless” Rufus glared at Krunch.
“Put your hands in the air and no one gets hurt” Commanded a voice from behind. They turned around to see very large, very disgusting and very dirty creatures with huge feet, big front teeth and long floppy ears.
“Those are the biggest dust bunnies I have ever seen” Added Krunch “Are you the ones that shrunk my space suit”
The dust bunnies talked amongst themselves “No, but we’ll take you to him”

So the dust bunnies led Captain Krunch and the Lieutenant Rufus to a castle built of out of soap powder boxes. They entered a long badly lit room.
“Did you like my collection?” Asked a silhouette from the other end of the room.
“Well it was rather cool. Wait you’re the one who shrank my suit”!
“Yes I did and I’d do it again,” This man sounded like a complete nut job.
“But why?” Asked Krunch.
“Four years ago I owned a small laundry and business was well then you came along and ruined it,” Said the nut voice.
“I don’t remember ruining any ones lives”
“Oh really, the first time you came you did your dishes in a washing machine”
“Well my sink was broken”
“And the other time you put corn kernels in the dryer and flooded the laundry with pop corn”.
“I was hungry”
“Then there was the other time you decided to mix cement in a washing machine and that was the final straw. I had to take action, so I shrunk your suit.” The shape in the shadows stepped forward revealing a frail old man with crazy hair, one that looked like it was exploding at all angles. “You’ve got no idea of the damage you have caused”!
Erin with her mathematical genius jumped into action. “According to my calculations Krunch owes you $846.36”
Rufus reached into his casual laundry pants and fished out his chequebook.
“Well, it looks as though we can settle this like civilised people, so lets finish this like primitives” Krunch spat onto his palms and started to through some jabs like a boxer.
“Krunch no! Can I offer you a cheque?”
“Nothing you can do or say will make what he did right,” Said the old man.
“I’ll double what he owes you” Plead Rufus
“Well, now that I think about it, what kind of man would I be if I didn’t offer the olive branch of peace” He approached Krunch and shook his hand. He leaned over to Rufus and whispered into his ear “Make is out to Gerald, G-E-R-A…” At that moment Krunch, using the skills the ‘leaned’ in space core flipped the old man onto his back. A crack came from the old mans frail frame.
“That will teach you for shrinking me one and only space suit”. Rufus helped the aching old man up.
“How about I just give me you my ATM card and my pin number”
“That might be for the best,” Replied the old man.
“If you two ladies are done talking about money, somebody has to do something about my suit!” Demanded Krunch.
Gerald the old man walked over to the other end of the room “I think this will help”. He walked over to a draw and pulled out a ray gun.
“Don’t do this Gerald” Called Rufus.
“Relax” Said the old man. He aimed at Krunch and shot. From the gun came swirly light. It hit Krunch with brutal force, sending him backward into a hutch with fine china. Breaking Everything. Rufus couldn’t bare to look of it, all that expensive china. The bill would be a fortune.

When Krunch woke up he felt odd. He stepped up and his pants fell down, revealing his pink and purple polka dot boxers. His shirt was way too big.
“What have you done to me”? Asked Krunch in a very high-pitched voice. He held his mouth.
“I merely shrunk you down so you’d fit into your suit,” Responded the old man.
“That was not quite what we had in mind” Said Rufus. He looked down at his commanding officer. This was kind of fun.

So a tiny Captain Krunch, a broke Lieutenant Rufus and a super smart computer named Erin went back through the wormhole and back into the dryer. Something wasn’t right. The world around them was spinning and very, very, very, very hot.
“Oh, Oh” they cried.

Screw everybody

Thursday, August 18, 2005

Well here I am, In the library, Ready to BITCH.

As it turns up there has been a hidden agenda with in the group to get rid of me. Which I am not all that supprised with. As it turns up there has been a complete series of diescussions followed by how to go about it. I'm happy they said it to my face, but only after all the ambiguity. What's more is that is that even the Two people who I trusted (Taylor and Dan) were in on it and for It. Well all I have to say is Screw them.

Where does the bar stop. How far can I trust a person, from experience not very far. Before I know it Erin will drop out of the radio show and that will put a hault on another damn fine scheme. I want to trust other people but now I find that I cant anymore. Oh well, I can live alone and die alone and live and work for myself. I need someone to restore my faith. Someone I can trust without betrayal. Almighty God in heaven I prey, help me find someone to retore my trust.

Conspiracy (No offence)

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

Do you ever get the feeling that people are conspiring against you? I get it all the time. Well maybe not out to get me but I always feel that I am not getting the entire truth, and the parts that I do hear I feel have been filtered, so I hear only what I want to hear. Damn my bad hearing!

Anyway, A member of Taylors group read my blog (Which despite the impressive number on the counter, makes my reader base 3) addressed the fact that all I do is talk about is Taylor. Well today I am going to set the record straight. I present to you the rest of the group.

• Isaac: doesn't speak very much about anything much except Family Guy and the Remones. Not as though there is anything wrong with that. Level headed person. I described to his face that he was cute in the same way was a pug dog (Which is not good all the time)
• Alex: Very Withdrawn person, doesn't talk much (To me anyway). I have no idea about his family life or his interests.
• Dan: The protagonist. Living proof that to be good it doesn't have to be 'Fun' Sized. He is funny, open minded and says stuff to my face that other don't dear tread. Plus he wears casual shorts to school.
• Earl: What can I say. What can he say I might add. Not much of a conversationalist.
• The Girls whom I cant remember the names of: don't take it personally I don't remember names well.
• Sagan (Casual): Either has a thing for Taylor or has a very 'different' way of expressing affection for people. Zany and Jewish (The whole package).
• Rohan (Casual): Just move back to RUSSIA okay.
• Trent (Casual): No group wouldn't be complete without a casual Anti-Christ.

Evaluation

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Days go by, Many Many Days Go by. Keeping on going on in hope of better days. However everything in in the process, nothing is ever really done. Should I start living for today?

Over the past few weeks I have been evaluating who I want to be and where I am going. In the process I have been looking over who I associate myself with. Who can I trust? Who can I call a friend? Recently I found that I cant get close enough to anyone to really enjoy friendship. There seems to be a barrier that inhibits things and makes them awkward. One reason this has been brought on was because Recently I have been hanging out with Taylors' Group. However recently I have realized that no matter hard I try it with always be "Taylors'" Group. First of all there are a lot of people who are lucky enough to enjoy time with Taylor however there is a distance between me and those people. Although I am allowed to be part of the group I fear I will never be friends with these people because of that distance.

One question that follows this conclusion, where do I go? I fear that this barrier will be a lingering curse over my head unless I do something about it. Don't worry about me, I'll figure something out.

On the bright side the Internet will be reconnected at my new address, that means more MSN and Blogging ^_^ Yay. The ISP is called iSage Internet and they are really cheap, visit them here .

I have decided to Go into Ministry teacher and become a Rabbi (Hebrew for teacher ) when I leave school. So after I graduate I will move to Victorian Bible College where I will study full time for two years. Then I will get my diploma in ministry. The road will be long and tough but I believe I can do this.

YAY! I feel better now ^_^!

The Idea

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

One crazy idea I had for a movie was to make a trailer for last years school production "Back to the 80's" but only use the diolouge and replace the actors with animaton. It just might be crazy enough to work.

Also I have been writing a childrens story for writers club called Captain Krunch: Spoace adventurer. It is about A space explorer, his sidekick and a super computer exploring the back of the dryer as to why Krunches only space suit shrunk.

Seconds turn to Minutes, Minutes turn to Hours, Hours Turn to days and it contunes so forth, that is how we measure our lives up untill the day we die.

But enough of the philosophy. Things have been going well, good things among the bad. Not very much to say realy. Tomoz i will get a DVD ROM off Ebay and I will be making many many movies with it.

I guess the only thing worth noting is that a while ago I started hanging out with the order of the Square Tables. The only thing about it is that i get the feeling that I somehow dont belong. Taylor, I bring this issue up with you Tomoz, whether you want me to stay or go.

Half day of school Tomoz ^_^ and that is just swell!