I think I may be hooked on Supernatural. A little dicy because there is definately a similarity in Supernatural and early Charmed. Most would know this, Charmed did in fact use to be a good show. In both series, they find something unusual, at first not knowing what it might be. They might have a guess at the obvious answer, but then it turns out to be something much more sinister. They eventually find a wacky way of destroying it and everyone is happy. Only problem is that after a few years, Charmed started to get dodgy. Prue got fired and they brought in the half sister, the sexy half sister. Soon it became about little clothes, hot villians and plain bad story lines. Of course, I had stopped watching well before the sexy came, so in a way I missed out. I just hope that Dean or Sam don't die and a cousin/half brother/hot half sister in which one of them has confusing feelings for comes in.
That being said, the show is starting to get to me. So far, I'm afraid to look at the ceiling at night, drive along deserted country roads at night and picking up suspiciously hot hitch hikers, go camping and now go swimming. Fantastic.
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Ah dang Banhs, I keep missing the Supernatural because it's on a Monday. Who the hell puts great shows like that on a Monday? I hate Mondays. They're for sleeping and ignoring, not for watching quality tv.
Oh, and btw, in a freaky coincidence I'm looking for a cricket song myself... the one that they use on the slow-mo replays on Channel Nine. If you know what that is please tell me and put me out of my misery.
Keep it up, Banhs!
I was listening to Green Day's fantastic song Time Of Your Life before on loop [not because I really loved it but more because I was too lazy to turn it off]. As some might now, the ones that still watch the O.C. wouldn't, that was the song so famously used on the Seinfeld finale.
It got me thinking, I'm not looking forward to the end. I mean, when I saw the Seinfeld ending, I almost got emotional. And then watching all that late afternoon M*A*S*H*, I did get emotional when they showed the finale. Frasier's finale was spectacular also. Everybody Loves Raymond's one I don't think I watched because Channel 10 killed it with so many re-runs because believe it or not, its not really that funny.
Anyway, I'm not particularly looking forward to the end of things right now. Like the end of Ichigo Mashimaro and the end of Scrubs. Some might not get my fascination with Scrubs but it's kind of like my O.C. but without the ridiculously poor acting or 'pretty' people. It also recognises other races than just white people. The sad thing is, when it does end, I'll get over it. And then it'll just be another show with re-runs. Probably not on TV, just on my computer off CDs. In 10 years time, I don't know if I'll still be as interested, or even if I'll still have the CDs.
I guess it extends further than just Scrubs. What about the end of school? Am I really sure of what I want to do yet? Of course I'm not. I say I want to be a science teacher, surely there must be more. What about the end of being young? Responsibility and all that jazz. Or even the end of living? What does death hold for us? A diner?
There are a few things I'm looking forward to the end of though. Such as, the O.C.
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So I went to the tennis yesterday with our favourite... something, Andrew. It was an early start and I struggled to make it on time. But I did. So bleh to you.
We got to Vodafone area at about 10am and memories of the school's best 2005 Speech Night (as opposed to all those others we've had) came flooding back. We walked around for a bit not knowing what exactly we should be doing so we jumped into the queue that led to the entrace, or so we thought. It took us to where our bags were going to be checked, and it was only then we got in.
Some more time was spent looking for seats before we finally settled in, only to see two giant guys, one with curly red hair nonetheless, take the seats in front of us. By then, there was still a good half hour before play was scheduled to start. That time was spent watching two unknown people, a man and a woman, warming up vigorously. Or it was spent trying to look around these behemoths in front of us.
When play did start and Lindsay Davenport did walk out, only then did we realise who it was warming up. Her opponent, K. Sprem [hehe, sperm] was the culprit. Incidentally, she walked out in what could only be described as a pink neglige.
Davenport was brought to the brink in the first set, winning only in tie breaker. I was expecting another fight in the second set, not really paying attention nor caring how they were playing or who looked the goods. Unfortunately Davenport won easily 6-3 in the second, taking the match two sets to none. All through this I was detesting how quiet everyone had to be. I wanted to make ridiculous remarks and annoy the crap out of the Sri Lankans in front of us. Metaphorically speaking.
After the first match, I didn't really want to sit around in Vodafone so we went outside into the joyfully blistering sun. We ended up at Rod Laver and promptly got kicked out for having the wrong tickets. Outside courts seemed to be the way to go and we settled watching some doubles match. I think there was a Swedish team, maybe it was because of their blonde hair, or maybe because of the loud Swedish supporters.
We eventually got bored so we went Strike and I pwned his ass in pool, winning too many games to count.
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So it was Australia vs Sri Lanka. I was actually pretty excited because Sri Lanka got spanked by the Victorians. Last time they were here, Australia A beat them twice in a day and then they went on to make 340 in the next ODI. Alas, it was not to be. Australia owned, very hardcore.
There was actually quite a few little interesting tidbits that happened. For instance: Gilchrist and Ponting were both dismissed for 13, and number 13 Simon Katich made 60, all on Friday the 13th. Also, Vandort played quite possibly the slowest innings ever.
At the start of the Australian innnings, we were bagging Simon Katich the WHOLE time. Because we wanted to see boundaries but Katich kept on farming the strike. After he passed his fifty, we were "Oh shit, I hope he doesn't get a hundred." Luckily he didn't.
During the 22nd over or so when Symonds came in, I told Victor that if he could stay in past the 30th over, he'd make a hard 50. Interestingly enough, at 30 overs, he was still on about 8 or 9. Then next ball he faces, he smashes it down the ground for a boundary and continued on to make 66. At the start of the over in which Martyin was dismissed, Victor said that Martyn could definately get his hundred. Then he gets bowled.
It was a very cold day, even though it didn't look or feel it. We just happened to be sitting in the stands that didn't get any sun. We'd be shivering our asses off when we look to see that the temperature is 20 degrees. Trust me, it was so not. Towards the end of the Australian innings, and the sun was getting closer they suddenly begin to close the roof, much to our confusion. That actually warmed things up because it stopped that freezing cold breeze. Then later on they open the roof again and we finally get some sunlight. Unfortunately it was a lot of sunlight and we suddenly got very hot. I blame the Telstra Dome officials.
One more touch. Andrew Symonds throws just like Darryn's penalty. Straight to the keeper.
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School started and everyday life came back in a flash. A new class managed to keep things fresh though. With no one from my year 9 class [or no one mentionable] I was stuck with trying to talk with some guys that I knew played soccer, Jason and Turk. I eventually joined them playing soccer, instead of just watching. This in turn led to befriending everyone. Soccer soon became everything. Every opportunity was soccer. At recess. At lunchtime. Before school. After the ANZAC memorial.
The beginning of May saw the much awaited Inter-form Indoor Soccer Competition. We were hot favourites. First round we encountered stiff opposition in Denholm and co. However a miracle goal from team pin up boy, KF, handed us the win. In the second round we had a simpler win against a lesser opposition. We then faced up against Tommy. Even though he played like a star, he couldn't do everything and we won in extra time. The final went to plan, we won. Highlight was me winning a header against Laios. To be fair I was running up from behind and probably fouled him.
On June 16th, the best of the best soccer players from MHS ventured to Faulkner Park. Actually it was just intermediate teams. A horrible selection saw me on the B team. We were vastly inexperienced and it showed as we lost the first match 3-0. Screwy organizing and bad turnouts saw us play the team again. This time we made a fist of it coming from 2-nil down to square it 2-2.
The start of term 3 was our camp. The religious trek to Milgrove was long and boring but the camp itself was fantastic. I went skiing for the first time, albeit cross country skiing, and I realised just how uncoordinated I really am. We also did a variety of other things, all equally as fun and memorable.
August was a quiet month. Quiet except for the biggest 25 days of Test cricket in the past decade. The Ashes, however bad the result, was truly the best series of cricket I've ever seen. The drama, the English dominance, the absence of Mike Hussey. Everything was there. And wouldn’t you know it, possibly the safest pair of hands in the Australian team drops the one that mattered most.
After that the year just kind of fizzled. I mean, interesting stuff still happened but none of it worth talking about. And also lots of soccer.
New man on the block Just about everyone. They’ve all been fantastic friends and I’m glad as hell I decided against being uncool.
Fading star Early stages of fading maybe but I would have to say our good cricketer Nick. It feels like I haven’t seen him for over a month. I don’t even see him at cricket anymore. He’s moved onto bigger and better things. God knows how long he stayed with our team and kept his sanity.
High point For sure, nothing would beat opening a package and seeing inside it was my Blackburn top. And then actually wearing it. It was like using Ricky Ponting’s bat.
Low point Meeting Jono. Not winning chorals. The way the end of the school year unwound. Too depressing to go into.
What does 2006 hold? Preferably me not being sued by Cricinfo. Although crazier things have happened, just ask Glenn McGrath, the kiwis and anyone that lives in Brisbane.
Quote of the year "Sometimes I wish I could speak with God. It's just that Warnie's always on tour and I can't find his number." -Fly like a pigeon September 29th
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How're ya?
Why do you sound so depressed man?
Cheer up! Think of me man!!! haha!
Btw, Jesus loves ya!
Remember that!
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See ya
At the start of last year, I compiled a list of things I wanted to accomplish by the time I'm writing this entry. The list was as follows:
- A girlfriend
- A solid gold statue of Darren Lehmann
- Better cricket
- Easier schooling
- Some sort of good work experience
- More dot points
Of those six things, I've accomplished two. Not a bad effort I have to say.
Getting a girlfriend just went down the crapper. Maybe because I didn't really try that hard. That solid gold statue of Darren Lehmann never came in the mail after he got dropped from both Test and ODI squads. I still suck at cricket. I wouldn't say schooling got much easier last year. If anything, it was equally as hard.
I did however get a good, paying work experience. And I'm sure my dot points to undotted points ratio increased over the year.
Now tune in within the next week to look back on the highs, lows and down right funny moments of 2005.
Peace. Us out.
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