tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51918079976804093012024-02-09T02:57:56.874+10:30Nathan.Knows.This is my outlet of emotions, thoughts, feelings, and a way of preventing oncoming insanity.Nathan.Knows.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723716621925410125noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191807997680409301.post-80591036248852062372009-04-03T11:34:00.003+10:302009-04-03T11:55:13.654+10:30Halo<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: large; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Remember those walls I built</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">Well baby they're tumbling down</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">They didn't even put up a fight</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">They didn't even make a sound</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">I found a way to let you in</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">But I never really had a doubt</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">Standing in the light of your halo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">I found my angel now</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">It's like I've been awakened</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">Every rule I had you breaking</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">It's the risk that I'm taking</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">I'm not ever gonna shut you out</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">Everywhere I'm looking now</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">I'm surrounded by your embrace</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">Baby I can see you halo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">You know you're my saving grace</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">You're everything I need and more</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">It's written all over your face</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">Baby I can feel your halo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">Pray it won't fade away</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">I can feel your halo, halo, halo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">I can see your halo, halo, halo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">I can feel your halo, halo, halo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">I can see your halo, halo, halo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">It hit me like a ray of sun</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">Burning through my darkest night</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">You're the only one that I want</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">Think I'm addicted to your light</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">I swore I'd never fall again</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">But this don't even feel like falling</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">Gravity can't forget</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">So pull me back to the ground again</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">Feels like I've been awakened</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">Every rule I had you breaking</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">It's the risk that I'm taking</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">I'm never gonna shut you out</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">Everywhere I'm looking now</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">I'm surrounded by your embrace</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">Baby I can see your halo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">You know you're my saving grace</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">You're everything I need and more</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">It's written all over your face</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">Baby I can feel your halo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">Pray it won't fade away</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">I can feel your halo, halo, halo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">I can see your halo, halo, halo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px; ">I can feel your halo, halo, halo</span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px; ">I can see your halo, halo, halo</span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">I can feel your halo, halo, halo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px; ">I can see your halo, halo, halo</span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">Halo, halo.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div>Nathan.Knows.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723716621925410125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191807997680409301.post-74966851687691036782009-03-27T11:40:00.001+10:302009-03-27T11:46:54.118+10:30Disappointed<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;">You know, this may be a completely random blog; but I felt the need to talk about this.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">I hate it when people tell me they're disappointed in me. There is no level of guilt that exceeds 'disappointed'. It a horrid curse, that you carry around with you for the rest of your days, until you burn in hell, you fucking sinner! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">Ok, yeah, I kind of got out of control there. :P Um... so... what the fuck am I going on about? I'm gonna go now. Bye.</span></div>Nathan.Knows.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723716621925410125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191807997680409301.post-76245201434198864332009-03-27T11:24:00.002+10:302009-03-27T11:38:01.437+10:30Dear Megan<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">Dear Megan, this is a letter to you to remind you of how awesome we are.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">Did you know that we've only known each other for like four months?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">It feels like fucking forever. I wish we had have met each other earlier, because you are so fucking funny. Honest to God, I rarely meet people who I fall in love with straight away... and you are awesome enough to be one of those people.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">You are a minder, a maggot, and a moo-cow. I am a nigga nun. The ratio works out quite nicely, I think. You are the stupid and smelly in the relationship and I'm the sex and the brains. It's perfect!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">So... I don't know about you, but I think that we (especially me) are the most awesome team in the world. What would civilization do without us? When we die, I suppose everyone will just commit suicide or something. I mean, what really is the point of living if you and I are dead? There is no reason.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">Megan, I love you. You are awesome and far too cool for school.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;">But please, have a shower. :D</span></div>Nathan.Knows.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723716621925410125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191807997680409301.post-25192531905062760912009-03-11T10:16:00.003+10:302009-03-11T10:39:08.594+10:30The Honey Story<span style="color:#ff0000;">I did the stupidest thing EVER two nights ago. </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">I was lying on my bed, watching a pleasant episode of The O.C. I thought to myself, 'I feel peckish'. So i got up and snuck out of my room to the kitchen. My mum was locking up the house and stuff coz she was getting ready for bed. I got to the cupboard and there was absolutely nothing there that I wanted! Occasionally if I feel really hungry at night I'll eat a few teaspoons of peanut butter. It sounds stupid, but for some reason it stops the oncoming starvation. </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">So I looked deep within the pantry, searching desperately for something, anything to indulge in. And then I found it. A brand new jar of honey. Now, I don't usually like honey very much but for some reason I felt like it at the time. So I took the jar and got back on my bed in my room until I heard my brother yell from nextdoor. I jumped off my bed and walked into his room. He was standing on his bed and yelling about a spider. I was telling him that he was an idiot (even though secretly I'm terrified of spiders too). My mum came in and was too freaked out to kill the thing aswell. So we chased it into the basket and dumped it in the bathroom and closed the door.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">All was well... for now. Lol. I went back to my bedroom and cracked open the new jar of honey, savouring that sweet smell. And then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw something move. I quickly spun around letting my grip slacken on the honey jar, but not dropping it. I scanned the wall for maybe 20 seconds and then went to resume my viewing of The O.C. But the honey was pouring out of the lopsided jar in my hand out onto my carpeted floor. This was a BIG jar of honey.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">I shat myself. I freaked. I went to pick up the jar and spilt it all over myself. Up my arms and everything. Then I found the courage to look over the top of my bed to see the damage. Luckily most of it spilled onto a conveniently placed thong. But there was still a good 200grams on the floor. I was running around frantically trying to think of what to do and having to hide it from my mother who was still wandering the house at the same time. I had many bottles of water in my room which was lucky. I used them with tissues to help clean the honey off my floor. All in all it took me over half an hour to clean up the entire mess. And when I went to dump the tissues that were soaked in honey in the toilet, I flushed them down, and the toilet began to flood. </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">And then I waited for it to sink but it wouldn't. So I ran back to my room and grabbed the honey-soaked thong. I walked in the direction of the bathroom so I could clean it under the sink until I remembered... the spider was in the bathroom. I had to clean that fucking thong while there was the huge spider in a basket right at my feet. </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">After that nothing happened. I put the honey back and my mother never found out. I went and sat down in my bedroom and I thought, 'I'm still hungry'. </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">So I went and got the peanut butter...</span>Nathan.Knows.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723716621925410125noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191807997680409301.post-48720110153236165852009-03-02T22:19:00.002+10:302009-03-02T22:32:05.668+10:30My Favourite Sayings<span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">i was thinking today at school about all of my favourite sayings, because i am full of them.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">so i wanted to kind of put it all down on paper (or so to speak). </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">i don't have any particular favourites, but i think they are all really important and share my personal beliefs.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">i know it's lame but i put them in alphabetical order... :P</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">'a smile is a light in the window of your face to show that your heart is at home' </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">'a cheat believes that everyone cheats'</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">'a dream is a reality that is yet to materialize'</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">'a friend tells you what you want to hear, but a best friend will tell you the truth'</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">'a true friend will remember you for the good times and the bad times and love you for both'</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">'always aim for the moon; even if you miss, you'll still be among the stars'</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">'character is what you do when nobody else is looking'</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">'DARE TO BE DIFFERENT'</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">'don't explain. your friends don't need it and your enemies won't believe it'</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">'DON'T WORRY ABOUT TOMORROW UNTIL IT IS TODAY'</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">'every end has a new beginning'</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">'everyone deserves to be loved'</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">'fall seven times, get up eight'</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">'friendship is the foundation on which true love is built'</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">'GO WHERE LIFE TAKES YOU'</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">i cannot stress this enough, for this particular saying is the very core of who i am as a person...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">'L I F E I S W H A T Y O U M A K E I T'</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">thank you for reading. xx.</span>Nathan.Knows.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723716621925410125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191807997680409301.post-21044782959809324592009-02-04T13:25:00.002+10:302009-02-04T13:26:04.654+10:30Hi Sam :) 2<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: large; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Lol, that sounds fun. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">I'll be there as soon as you've read this.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">xx.</span></div>Nathan.Knows.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723716621925410125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191807997680409301.post-51265221374884829822009-02-04T13:19:00.002+10:302009-02-04T13:22:16.517+10:30Hi Sam :)<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: large; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">XD You are on the other side of the room with Emily and Bonnie.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">Hi. :)</span></div>Nathan.Knows.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723716621925410125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191807997680409301.post-75464211290742493512009-02-04T13:12:00.002+10:302009-02-04T13:18:11.284+10:30Still Trying...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">My efforts have still been valiant. I am still on my way to top grades...</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">I am just so proud, lol. I actually finished a summative assignment today within two hours of receiving it; we were given a whole week.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">I know it is lame, but hey, this year I really have to make up for ten years of fucking around. Love nanny, xx.</span></div>Nathan.Knows.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723716621925410125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191807997680409301.post-17379273862577178962009-01-30T13:24:00.003+10:302009-01-30T13:32:13.146+10:30Detentions With Benefits<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: large; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I have never ever worked this hard at school before. It's murder. I hate it. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">For once I'm actually attentive in all my lessons and I've been doing all of my work and my homework. This is probably what everybody else does, but hey, I'm really not used to it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">Last year, I believe that I received a total of something like 27 detentions. So as you can imagine, I am straining myself a little more than usual. Supervised Study, a subject that all Year 11s attend, is by far the most boring and unhelpful class of all time. As I like to call them: Detentions with Benefits.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">But I have promised myself, friends and family that I would work harder in my senior years, as that was my plan all along. I know I can do it, and will, but the idea of keeping at this pace for two whole years is rather daunting.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">Lunch bell just rang, must go... Love all you kiddies... xx.</span></div>Nathan.Knows.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723716621925410125noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191807997680409301.post-73451259324817760192009-01-28T15:03:00.003+10:302009-01-28T15:13:23.635+10:30Blank Moments<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">There are many things that you learn about yourself over the years. You experience things that let you discover certain qualities about yourself, you see things that urge you to delve deeper into the mystery of life and who you are and why you're here. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">You have nights when all you do is lie on your bed and think. The unravelling of who you are is a long and draining time. I have gone through it. It's amazing how much can be hiding in your own head that secretly you've known all along... it was just never brought to your attention. You lie there for so long, just thinking, that you develop slots of time where your mind is blank. You've forgotten where you were and what you were doing at that certain time. All you know is that you've been lying there in self-reflection... trying desperately to understand why things are that way.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">I've had to work things over in my head so many times now that I consider myself a near professional. Having to work through your feelings is something that can take some people there whole life... imagine never truly knowing everything about yourself...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">I, like you, am still discovering new things about myself (personality wise) all the time. It's just incredible how much is safe there in your sub-conscious. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">I've blabbed enough, time to go home... love all you kiddies. xx. </span></div>Nathan.Knows.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723716621925410125noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191807997680409301.post-41075396161425206052009-01-03T22:15:00.002+10:302009-01-03T22:29:40.245+10:30The New Year<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Well, I am quite happy to announce that I have stuck to my New Year Promise and I will continue to pursue that goal throughout the rest of this year.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">I had an absolutely smashing NYE, which I spent with Frances. We went to one of her friends, Nicole's house where there was going to be a party. There was only around six people there but nevertheless it was a great night. We got severely indisposed (especially me) and i successfully managed to make a complete fool of myself.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">I believe that by three in the morning it took me ten minutes to string one sentence together, Nicole told me. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">So yes, it was quite interesting, and the folllowing morning was rather painful. I woke up and the first thought in my head was "how the hell did I end up with so many pillows?"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">I went home early because I felt like crap and the need to sleep and rest my intensely sore body was almost overwhelming. But I had a fantastic night, and I am extremely happy that 2009 is here.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">It's not like I wasn't enjoying 2008, but a New Year always makes me feel fresh, like it's a brand new start. It wipes the slate clean.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">This year I'm a Year 11, which in my opinion is fantastic, because it's one year closer to the end of this horrid ordeal that they call education. And finally I get to wear the Senior uniforms, which I've spent a full three years longing for. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">I think I've rambled enough now, and so, Happy New Year everyone and I'll see you all later. </span>Nathan.Knows.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723716621925410125noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191807997680409301.post-88761161614382631682008-12-22T16:37:00.002+10:302008-12-22T16:40:54.539+10:30Underworld<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">I am rather peeved. Annoyed. Frustrated. Angry. Just a few words to describe how I feel about the release of Tomb Raider: Underworld on the PS2.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Okay, many of you may say that I have a sad life to be utterly obsessed with TR, but hey, I love it. And the new game of the TR series: Underworld, was released on December the 5th this year. The reason I am peeved, annoyed, frustrated and angry is because for some fucking reason, the PS2 version has been delayed until June next year, and as I am yet to own a PS3 i cannot play or purchase it. This is a horrid thing because I am a die-hard fan and it greatly concerns me that the rest of the world shall play it and complete it before I do.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Oh, the shame. That is all.</span>Nathan.Knows.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723716621925410125noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191807997680409301.post-28397623838220837402008-12-21T23:53:00.004+10:302008-12-22T00:11:48.945+10:30Promises<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">I find it quite funny that even though people rave on and on about what their New Year Promise will be, people never ever follow them.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">I remember, back when I was a little child, how every NYE I would think up a storm about what I wanted to promise myself I'd do right for the whole of the next year.<br />But, alas, I never follwed it and infact every year of my life I have forgotten this promise the very next day.<br /><br />Last year my promise to myself was to quit smoking. Obviously, for those who know me well, that plan fell straight through. And the year before that I recall myself saying that I would lose weight. Well, that is another severely obvious failure.<br /><br />But this year, even though I've not yet thought of a perfect promise, I know I will follow my promise through. I will. Because I really do hate how many times I've broken promises to myself. I do it every day. Al the time I say to myself that I won't do it and I end up going and doing it.<br /><br />I am blabbering about this because this NY i really want to change my life around a bit. I've decided I want to live life to the maximum, and you only live once, so why waste it? </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Some people may feel that this notion is just some teenage dream but I believe that in some ways, you're most clever when you're a teenager. Because you are at a stage where you're not quite naiive. You have fresh and new ideas about life that are untainted by the outside world.<br /><br />You love life, and in your own little head you have everything worked out to something close to perfection. But then you becone an adult, you join the Work Force, and the adults of our greedy planet taint your ideas, they crush them down. They tell you that youre stupid and that your thoughts and feelings are bullshit and that you should just grow up and stop being so damn naiive in this life.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">They are the people who are wrong, for if they were to look at their lives, you'd find that most of them work nearly everyday of their lives. They get up to go to their boring job that they hate, and we (the youth) tell them that this is all wrong! You shouldn't go through life wasting most of your days doing these kind of things!<br /><br />But, the cruel fate of it is that each youth has had these same ideas, but each youth has grown up to become just as the last generation. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">So this is my promise to myself:</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">For as long as I live, I will live to be my own person, to live the life I want to, and to be forever young in my mind, my ideas, and my identity.<br /><br />This will be my NY Promise, because I want to rid my life of what is wrong, and truely live... Because after all, we're all blessed to be in this life, so why not make the most of it...</span>Nathan.Knows.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723716621925410125noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191807997680409301.post-41512814184529218702008-12-16T22:51:00.002+10:302008-12-16T22:58:46.024+10:30Pressure<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">I don't like unwanted pressure; in fact, I hate it. It drives me mad. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">You know that feeling where everything is building up, all at once, and you feel that if you have one more thing to think about then your head might just explode.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Oh, the agony. Ah, the frustration. It's terrible. Nothing could piss me off more than having a million people asking me to do something or a thousand teachers all wanting assignments on the same fucking due date. What is that?! Is it some horrid cruel twist of fate? Is this God's joke? To put innocent (or close to) people into agonizing situations where they feel like pulling every hair off their head and ripping out their spleen?!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">I think that this is one of life's major irritations. Ah, what a hassle. Pressure sucks.</span>Nathan.Knows.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723716621925410125noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191807997680409301.post-38624779491765922822008-12-16T20:02:00.003+10:302008-12-16T20:37:46.482+10:30The Uncanny Crew<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">I don't know why, but I feel like talking about some of my dearest friends.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">What can I say really? These people are amazing. They light up my life. They are my world. Thinking about going on without these souls in my life makes me sick to the stomach. I love them all.<br /><br />I couldn't describe them all as a unit, because all though we are as one, we're all very different in our little ways.<br />I have actually described these people to you before in a previous blog, 'Music People' but I feel the need to talk about these particular persons again.<br /><br />Kyrie: I care for this girl so much. She's taken me in and opened up her entire life to me. She's really made me feel so comfortable and welcome. I love her for that. I think that she is amazing and she's so talented in so many ways. I haven't known her very long compared to my other best friends, but for Kyrie time seems to be no matter. She has two sides to a perfect personality, she's an insane lunatic but when conversation gets serious she quietens instantly and patiently listens. Kyrie is perfect in many ways, and I love her dearly.<br /><br />Sam: OMG, how I love this kid. He has so many sides to him. He is very clever, and teribbly funny. If there is one flaw about Sam it's that he is torturously apologetic and it drives me bonkers, but that is just who he is. He's lovely, caring, and a great talker and listener. He has his crazy moods, and then the moods that make you want to hug him and tell him it's ok. Hehe. Sam, you're a gem, and I'll love you til the end.<br /><br />Harry: What can you say about Harry? There really is too much. Well, one thing is that he is usually incredibly predictable and you know exactly what and when he is going to say something. He is sarcastic, cynical and fucking hilarious. Kyrie is very protective of her boy, and the two of them are the cutest couple the world has ever seen. They are great for each other. I've known Harry the longest, and the only thing that has changed about him in the last three years are: height, hair colour, and his opinion of me...<br /><br />Megan: Now, Megan is the person I've known the shortest, in fact, less than three months! But the weirdest thing is that I feel as though she's this life-long friend I couldn't imagine some things without. She is mind-blowingly hilarious and she makes me laugh like mad and I make her snort like crazy. It's the perfect win-win relationship. I love you, Megan, and don't you ever forget it.<br /><br />Much to my irritation, I am not an original Uncanny Crew member. The group was in fact joined before I started hanging with them. But they have been incredibly accepting of me, and they've all let me in and treated me as if I were one of there own. And I really do feel like I fit in with them, better in fact, than anywhere else I ever have before.<br /><br />I am still in constant awe of how happy I am with them. When I say this, I mean this: They have made me happier as a person than I have ever been. Don't get me wrong, I love Emily and Frances with all my soul, but for some reason I am caught up with my love affair with the Uncanny Crew.<br /><br />Thankyou to each and every one of you, you made me happy. You made me smile. Being at the beach the other night made me get all sentimental, it made me realize how much I love you all, and how much I never want our friendships to end.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span>Nathan.Knows.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723716621925410125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191807997680409301.post-22948847136912420592008-12-09T10:48:00.002+10:302008-12-09T10:52:08.105+10:30Burdens<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Have you ever experienced every feeling you know all at the same time?</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Have you ever felt love, hope, happiness, relief, disappointment, anger, sadness, sorrow, all at once? How to explain it?<br /><br />I feel as though a weight has been lifted off my shoulders, and for just one second, I feel free. But then, just as a lifetime of stress is released, a new burden, a new weight, a heavier one, is placed on your calloused shoulders. Have you ever known this emotion? I have. But I don't know what it is...</span>Nathan.Knows.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723716621925410125noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191807997680409301.post-53069885493290008112008-12-01T18:30:00.001+10:302008-12-01T18:36:15.837+10:30Chris Crocker<span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Fuck me dead, this guy is fucking hilarious. I love him!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">But I don't know what you guys thin about him, because half the people who've seen him really don't like him but I think he's funny as all fuck...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">If you don't know who I'm talking about, here's a hint: leave britney alone...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Yeah, that guy! Well, he has heaps of other videos which are just as funny and I really suggest you check out his vids.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Just search 'Chris Crocker' on youtube and it will come up with a list of his complete videos. They're really good.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">You may do as I suggest, and go and check him out, and then wonder how the hell I could like such a freak? Well, the answer is that I like him because he's loud and proud and funny as fuck.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">So, go off and watch some videos with an open mind. Caution: Do not search Chris Crocker while in a cynical or pessimistic mood, this means no Chris Crocker for you Harry. Haha...</span>Nathan.Knows.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723716621925410125noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191807997680409301.post-30751262704436131282008-12-01T11:45:00.002+10:302008-12-01T11:54:12.256+10:30Funhouse<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">So, here I am, sitting with one of my favourite people: Jess Champion, listening to Pink's new album Funhouse in the music room. It's great, and we're having the time of our lives.</span><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">Actually, we're just sitting here talking and listening, but we're still having fun.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">Yes, it's Week 8, and I went to school... much to my regret.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">It's boring as all fuck.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">The lessons are shit, and nobody is here. I want to die. I fucking want to kill everyone. Just so they're as bored as me.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">So Jess just left, and Megan is going to the city, so what to do now? I have another one of those fucking frees that have their upsides, but their major downsides as well. It sucks. I suppose I'll have to pull through, and wait til tomorrow night when I see Frances. Fuck me, I miss that bitch. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">That is all.</span></div>Nathan.Knows.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723716621925410125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191807997680409301.post-68862998147719412052008-11-28T12:51:00.003+10:302008-11-28T13:06:55.632+10:30Adriana Demourtzidis<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:large;">Ah, what can I say about my Adri Pie...</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:18px;">First of all, she forced me to write a blog about her or she threatened to slit my throat and make it look like a suicide. (She's very violent).</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:18px;">She's short, but I swear to God she's the strongest piece of shit that I've ever met. Once in P.E. she kicked a soccer ball quite petitely and it flew over the length of the entire large gym.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:18px;">She is Greek, and loves the boys. Her favourite person in the world is Russel from music. They like to get it on in Music Room 6.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:18px;">Nah, I'm just kidding. She is a cute, cuddly little person who is sweet - when you're on her good side... haha...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:18px;">Trust me - I've been on her bad side before and it's far from fun. It's scary.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:18px;">I love Adri, and I'm gonna miss our music lessons... :(</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:18px;">The Girls are splitting up. We've had fun times, watching Sean's solos, and freaking out before ours.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:18px;">Adri, I love you and your bum.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:18px;"><br /></span></div>Nathan.Knows.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723716621925410125noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191807997680409301.post-82899768522844135932008-11-28T12:34:00.002+10:302008-11-28T12:40:53.013+10:30Should I Go?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-size: large; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Well folks, I'm facing yet another difficult circumstance.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">I don't know whether i should go to school in Week 8.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">I don't want to go because Harry and other Year 11 people aren't going to be here.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">Also Ms. Chetty is on my back about a Romeo + Juliet assignment which i haven't done and won't do.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">There's also the option of not going at all, but I'm not sure how much the parents will agree. If I don't go, I'm letting down a couple of people who I know are relying on my attendance that week.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">So confused. What do I do?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div>Nathan.Knows.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723716621925410125noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191807997680409301.post-20254280367902869522008-11-27T12:22:00.002+10:302008-11-27T12:26:57.542+10:30The iPhone<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: large; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I don't get it. They don't make sense. They're stupid.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">now don't get me wrong, I love iPods, and I mean, LOVE them.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">But I hate iPhones. They're dumb.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">Their are so many really good touch screen mobile phones that look nicer, don't break and have much more space.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">So why buy an iPhone? To be cool?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">You can buy so much better products, so if you buy an iPhone, go die.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">They're uncool. You bought the wrong thing, the bad option. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">Oh well, I'm not stupid enough to fall for Apples shit products.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">Until next time...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div>Nathan.Knows.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723716621925410125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191807997680409301.post-62339215953597140172008-11-27T11:57:00.004+10:302008-11-27T12:21:13.536+10:30Mac Computers<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:large;">I hate Apple Macs. I hate them. They are so shit and annoying. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:18px;">In fact, much to my disgust, I am on one right now. I am truly ashamed.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:18px;">But - I had no choice, I really, really didn't. Otherwise I'd be on a Windows in a blink.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:18px;">Fuck me, Macs are just too difficult. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:18px;">Oh, no! Internet Explorer isn't good enough for Macs, lets use a shit program like Safari.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:18px;">What idiots! And the Mac version of Word is terrible. It looks like it's from 1998.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:18px;">Ah, enough about Macs, they make me too pissy.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:18px;"> </span></div>Nathan.Knows.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723716621925410125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191807997680409301.post-32566541321520819042008-11-27T09:25:00.002+10:302008-11-27T09:32:01.812+10:30The Wizard Of Oz<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: large; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Oh dear lord, I witnessed something yesterday... something very strange.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">I went to observe the humiliation of the Year 9 drama performance yesterday and I'm afraid to say that it wasn't actually that bad... for a Year 9 performance, that is.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">It had fantastic costumes and the set and lighting was quite good; better than I expected as the new 'techies' are really shit.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">There were some moments that were absolutely hilarious. I wouldn't be able to tell you now, as I can't remember what they were, all I remember is that I laughed.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">It was good.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">But, the stand-out of the play by far was the lion. It was terrifying. He was wearing this lycra suit thing, which showed EVERYTHING! Or, the lack of.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">I spent the entire second half of the play staring down there!!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">I'm not perverted or anything but I seriously couldn't help it. They should've given that poor kid a sock. He'll never live that down.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">Aha, it was funny... for Year 9's anyway...</span></div>Nathan.Knows.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723716621925410125noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191807997680409301.post-86009944604455504192008-11-27T09:16:00.002+10:302008-11-27T09:24:45.570+10:30AFI's Eighth Album<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: large; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I CAN'T FUCKING WAIT!!!</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">It's going to be fucking awesome! It's gonna be so good - hopefully...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">I'm really curious about what they are going to come up with after December Underground, which is the most strange mix of hardcore I've ever heard.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">Sing The Sorrow (their sixth album) was their best, and I hope they return to that era, because that was when they were at their peak.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">I'm just really hoping that they get better and not worse, I don't want them to become one of those bands that gets worse and worse per album, coz that's what I hate in bands.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">I have mixed emotions about this new album. Anxiety, nervousness, and hope.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">What will come of this new album from A Fire Inside... who can tell?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div>Nathan.Knows.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723716621925410125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191807997680409301.post-87914972130586551222008-11-27T09:04:00.006+10:302008-11-27T09:14:51.965+10:30Bitch Sessions<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: large; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Ah, don't you love a good bitch session. It's like a nice strong coffee in the morning, it's very refreshing. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">You just sit there quite contently and bitch with a few people about who you're hating the most at the moment.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">I actually don't mind bitch sessions, as long as they don't involve the person being bitched about finding out about all the bitching. Then it gets awkward.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">But when its just a good old fashioned bitch session, it's oh so fun.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;">I love it, and you may say that I'm a bitch, that's ok, because we all do it, so therefore, no matter how much you deny it, you're a bitch too.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div>Nathan.Knows.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723716621925410125noreply@blogger.com0