Things I want to steal from the school.

This week is my last week of year 12. That means that I'll have to give back all the textbooks I borrowed over the year. Unfortunately, I'm finding it difficult to part with some of them. So that I feel better about parting with them, I'll write the titles here so I can buy them later. Clever me.

The Century of Invention: Piano Music of the 20th Century.

Selected and Introduced by Maurice Hinson.

 Just a collection of sheet music. I performed two songs from this book, and played a few more just for fun. Such a shame to part with this one, I've had it for two years. My teacher told me that this book is quite pricey, but I found it here and could save 56 cents.

All Quiet on the Western Front

Erich Maria Remarque

I had to read and analyse this for English Studies, then wrote a paired text essay for it with Fly Away Peter by David Malouf. All Quiet on the Western Front is a really good read, and I really want to read it again  just for enjoyment, without having to analyse every quote for possible essay questions. I'm too lazy at the moment, though, so I just want to buy it and read it later.

Lieder ohne Worte: Songs Without Words

Felix Mendelssohn

OH, THE HORROR! I was tempted to steal this book. Another collection of sheet music, this had one of my favourite pieces in it: Op. 102 No 4. Definately buying this one at some point in my life. I don't want to forget this song.

Grande Sonate Pathetique: Piano Sonata in c minor op. 13

Ludwig Van Beethoven

C'mon. It's Beethoven. Need I say more?

The World's Contracted Thus: Major Poetry from Chaucer to Plath

Edited by J.A. and J.K. McKenzie

I like poetry. Shut up. T.S. Eliot has got to be my favourite. I would keep this copy but it's actually my teacher's from high school. I assume she did what I'm tempted to do, but I can't be sure.

I think that's all for now. If I find any more books I'm tempted to steal, I'll let you all know, because I know how much you care. And I'm touched.

You know your children are growing up when they stop asking you where they came from and refuse to tell you where they're going.

- P. J. O'Rourke

Stalking interweb celebrities since 2009.

I haven't been on the interweb in a while. But that's ok (Not for you, I know you've missed me), I've been studying for exams! Here's my checklist so far:

[ x ] Music

[ x ] English Studies

[ x ] Physics

[ x ] Maths Studies

[ - ] Chemistry

As you can see, I have one to go! I'm taking a break today because I had three exams this week, (Maths was today) and Dad is making me. I'm wasting my time on one of my favourite websites, http://www.27bslash6.com/. This is the guy that wrote the 7-legged spider email. This guy actually makes me laugh out loud, so I could write "lol" if I wanted to. But I won't. Ignore that last one.

ANYWAY. I was reading his site and I am aware he's from (R)Adelaide. I live in Adelaide so it's AWESOME that he does too. I could see him around and not know it. Why do I keep getting off-topic? Ugh. I'll start a new paragraph.

I was reading his blog or whatever it is. The funny articles. And I found a photo he'd posted that had a desk. On the desk, it had what I assumed to be his company name.

Being the stalker I am, I googled this, and I found David Thorne's workplace. It wasn't hard. I'm not a super-spy or anything, so please don't freak out and start asking me to stalk your favourite celebrity. Please, no. Stop. *waves hand dismissively* I even got to see the pictures of he and his collegues in a 'professional' light. How cute. Another interesting thing is that I have walked by this workplace many times. I MAY MEET HIM ONE DAY. If I do, I'm taking a photo. Awesome.

For those who have never seen his blog, I'll post a short quote of it here. And yes, this will count as this post's "quote."

Click here for the full post.

Google Images

Google Images is useless. I used it once to search for a photo of farm equipment and it showed me twenty thousand pictures of horse dicks.

Chatrooms

If I wanted to chat with strangers, I would pick up the phone and press random numbers. I tried a chatroom once and was talking to guy who claimed he was an obese fifty three year old man living in a caravan park but there is no way of knowing if these people are telling the truth.

Twitter

Why would I want anybody I don't know knowing what I am doing? I don't yell out to everyone in the supermarket "I am buying oranges" so why would I want to do it on my internet? When I was young, I lived in a small village where everybody knew each other and knew what everyone was up to. There was a fat italian kid who lived next door to me named Tony. One day I shot him in the leg with a home made bow & arrow from my treehouse that overlooked his yard and his parents called the police. Within hours the entire village was calling me William Tell. Having escaped the small town mentality for the last fifty two years, I am hardly going to advertise my movements now.

The Bath Mat

I realise this is not internet related but I cannot understand why it is so hard for people to hang the bath mat over the bath when they are finished using it. I don't leave the mat all soggy for other people to walk on after I have been in there.

Facebook

I have a photo album on my bookshelf full of faces of people I know which I haven't opened since 1982 so why would I want their faces on my internet? None of them are even very good looking. I tried facebook to see what all the fuss was about and was only on there five minutes before some idiot poked me. It is easy to be brave when you are on the internet.

Reddit / Digg

These sites are the online equivalent of walking down the street, finding a rock shaped like a frog and holding it up in the air while yelling for all my neighbours to come out and tell me what they think of my frog shaped rock. My neighbours can all go to hell. Especially Mrs Carter in number three who leaves her bins out all week. If I did find a rock shaped like a frog, I would throw it at her.

Email

People are always sending me all kinds of rubbish. Why would I want dozens of pictures of lots of love cats? I hate cats. I went away for a week recently and when I got back and checked my email, I had eight hundred and forty three messages. Eight hundred and forty of these were adverts for viagra and the other three were pictures of lots of love cats. I bought a 'no junk mail' sticker and stuck it on my modem but nobody has taken any notice.