Wednesday 12th April 2005
Mood: gjfigjr0w9trowr    9rse!!!
Listenin' To: Tantric - Breakdown
RTC: I have my iPod back!!!!!!!
COO': MY iPOD YEAY

Dear Diary,

JENJENJENJENJENJENJENJENJEN!!!!!

JEN!!!!

JENJEN!!!

JEN!!!

That is all.

iohA,
Jazzo

Saturday, 2nd April 2005
Mood: headachey and dead
Music: nothing
RTC: headache ow
COO': nothing that immediately springs to mind

Dear Diary,

I have absolutely nothing to say except that I have a splitting headache, and ow.

*complain complain complain*

My fucking diary, I can complain as much as I fucking want to.

iohA,
Jazzo

"Hi AureyaofChocolate! It's been 612 (wow, that's a big number) days since you joined Xanga... won't you support us by going Premium?"

Fuck, that really IS such a big number.

I can't believe it's been so long... I feel so incredibly old.. and... detached.

...that's not the right word. But it's close. I can't think of the right word.

Thursday, 17th March 2005
Mood: headachey, disappointed
Music: RHCP - Under The Bridge
RTC: my head kills
COO': well, not "obsessing". But yeah

Dear Diary,

Today was the Maths Ext exam. I had actually studied this time, so I was a bit more confident that usual. But I was also more nervous than usually, because I really, really really badly wanted to do well. I couldn't care less about the fact that it's worth 20% of the school assessment (well, maybe a little), I just so badly wanted to show everyone that I could do it. I didn't want to let my parents or my tutor or my teacher down, and I wanted to prove to my friends that I wasn't too dumb to do it, because they're always telling me to drop down to 2u.

So the morning dawned grey and wet and dreary. I love these sorts of days, but the upcoming exam kinda put a dampener on my spirits. Walking to school would have been really fun if I wasn't so nervous.

Actually, when I first opened the paper and looked through all the questions, I though "hey, this isn't so bad, I can do these, I'm actually going to do well this time!" Unfortunately, I didn't go too well at all. Usually I always do terribly because I make the stupidest little mistakes (like, the derivative of 3x is 1/3. I did that twice in one day once...). So today I slowed down in order to avoid that. Which was brilliant, but it also meant that I ran out of time and ended up leaving out an entire question.

So I only did five questions out of six.

Oh, and I also spent twenty minutes on ONE QUESTION. As in, part c) in question 4. It was a fucking bitch of a question, too, and I bet I didn't even end up getting it right.

*sighs*

Well... Eco and Business Studies exams on Monday. I swear, I won't screw those two up. MUST do well in Eco. Must, fucking MUST.

Man... I have to keep reminding myself... this is the HSC, this actually counts. And then I wish I hadn't reminded myself, because it's terribly depressing, not motivating, because I've already DONE the exam.

iohA,
Jazzp

Tuesday, 1st March 2005
Mood: a bit blah
Listenin' To: kirtan
RTC: I'm annoyed because I wasted 130MB of download in February
COO': nothing in particular

Dear Diary,

Wow, this is the first time I've Xangaed in ages. You can blame David for this post. Sorry. At least this post contains less meaningless ranting than the others. Or so I like to think.

I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU WENT TO JANEEN'S PARTY. I just..... can't.... fucking... believe... it.... You know, I laughed for about five minutes when I first read that... you and all those Punjabi people... AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAH that's absolutely fucking brilliant. You made my day :D iohA, Jazzo Posted 2/27/2005 at 10:12 PM by AureyaofChocolate

Taken from http://www.xanga.com/item.aspx?user=poshicedtea&tab=weblogs&uid=204447837 "Race's don't exist, they simply don't. They just make peopel look different. And to lots of people, apparently that does mean something... even though it shouldn't. Sad thing, that. Fildo" Yet, on this weblog, you say "Oh wait, I wasn't the only white guy (btw I kept telling everyone I was maco, not Aussie) there, there was three of Janeen's brothers friends there... but they did the typical Aussie thing and sat outside nigelating themselves acting cool and smoking." I'm a tid bit confused here, if race doesn't exist, should it matter whether you were aussie or macedonian (and wouldn't you be australian, since one who lives in Australia is - by definition - Australian?)? would there even be a typical aussie thinkg to do? Please put me out of my misery (no, not the gun!) Adios dotto Posted 2/27/2005 at 10:46 PM by dott

That's from Fil's blog, here.

Fifty bucks says that's David trying to poke me in the ribs for MY being a hypocrite about race,blahblah and this is a nice way of him doing it. :P

I had better defend myself, then, since I was going to defend myself anyway that day that we were talking about it but I was feeling too silly. Okay.

You know, that day we were talking about Fil going to Janeen's party and I was all "AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHHA THAT'S FUCKING BRILLIANT" and stuff about it and you said "dude, it's just the colour of their skin"?  Well... like... it's not.
Sorry, but I think that it's really idealistic and naive (with two dots on the i) of you to think that "it's just the colour of their skin". D'you really mean that there's no cultural difference between, say, Punjabis and Australians? Man, come on, you should know better than that, especially since you went out with ME and we spent 39052748 hours comparing the differences between our families.

...okay, this isn't a very good defence at ALL. I'm chucking a David Williamson (Ext Eng joke) and instead of saying "no I didn't steal the cookies" I'm saying "yes, I stole the cookies".

...okay fine, so I stole the damn cookies. I think there's a difference between Australians/Punjabis/Macedonians/Italians/everyone else. To quote Col (<i>Dead White Males</i>), I'm a dinosaur. So shoot me.

*sigh* I'd might also agree with your statement of "race doesn't exist" if only I knew what the word "race" meant. I'm just saying that there are, in most cases, very clearly defined cultural differences between people of different backgrounds.

...the cookies were choc-chip, by the way.

iohA,
Jazzo