Below are the 16 most recent journal entries recorded in Tony's LiveJournal:

Tuesday, July 24th, 2007
6:22 pm	!!! Blimey... this journal still is alive, after all. Watch this space, if you dare. Might do something fancy like pop out a terrifying screamer image after three minutes. ~Tony (Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 30th, 2005
7:41 pm	Point! Narf. Howdy y'all, it's your old pal Tonius Felonius here, with the alarming and frankly quite despicable notion that I'm making TWO ENTRIES in the one month. Wow, that's twice as many as usual, and on the months that have no update, two is, like, more than eight bajillion times more. EIGHT BAJILLION, I SAY. Logically, this would be the point where I would make my delightful exam summaries, but since I haven't gotten the results yet, it's a moot point. I may start on that next month, maybe. Jeez, I feel like a lazy webmaster here, or something. However, laziness has become a regular part of my routine, as I am in fact finished in school and, until university comes up and bites me right in the knickers, I am neither student nor member of the work force. I am unemployed. And hooray for that! I have all the day to whittle away organising my little files, playing my little Mario Kart DS and creating clever witticisms on the little LiveJournal. It's only at this point that I realise that I don't actually have anything to say. At all. I would comment on my university interview, but that would be interesting. I don't do that here. No sirree, it's all about prolonging the moment until I have to give up and click that little button that says 'Update Journal'. Ooh, maybe I should click 'Spell check' this time. That'd be an exciting change. So that'll be entry number two for the month, I suppose. It makes it seem as though I've done something exciting, and in one fell swoop I've just hit the top of everyone's friend update list. What a sneaky deal that was!! Hard to swallow, indeed... I think I stole that line from a German musical, but I can't be too sure. ~Tony PS. There is no Dana. Only ZOOL. Current Music: Ufouria: Four Tunes (remix by positive) (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, November 8th, 2005
5:40 pm	Pardon the Interruption What's up my shorties? In today's episode DragoKnight yaks about exams, injuries and crummy Internet connections. But we start with an interesting excuse for my prolonged absence. Frankly, life has been especially zany over the last month or two, as I've been trying to deal with aforementioned obstacles, as well as attempting to weasel my way into college. It sure is interesting applying for university courses, especially when you consider that most should've sent a request for an interview a month or so ago. Am I to assume that only one university wants to see me? If so, at least it limits the amount of decisions I have to make as to which one I choose to attend. Still, a disconserting start to my potential life as a uni student. *DING* As more astute customers to my LiveJournal chronicles may recall, each year I'm prone to doing exams (alas), and writing my thoughts and predictions for each one. This year shall be no different, as I've only got one left tomorrow; an art one I haven't studied for, nor intend to study. It's been a wild week or two of examming and in the coming days, you, the lucky viewer, will get to bear witness to my fun-filled predictions. *DING* ODDS MAKER~ Odds that I get at least an above average ENTER score? I'll put that at an abysmal 13%. Since beginning gridiron training back in June or somewhere thereabouts, I've been prone to letting y'all know the progress of my endeavours, and how much I've progressed. Well, though I'm no doubt an intergral part of the team, I've spent a great deal of the season on the sidelines, nursing an ankle injury. Torn ligament? Tendon? Who knows, I can't understand a word my doctor says. In any event, it means that I've been demoted to second-string fullback, but retain my position as outside linebacker and special teams player. The team has hit an ugly 1-4 record so far, and I only played in one of those games (the first loss), missing four games due to this injury. Though I've still been on the sidelines for each game, offering my support and Yoda-like wisdom, it's no doubt my dedication comes into question, getting injured for such a long time during my rookie season. I'm still questionable going into this Sunday's game against the defending champions, who we previously lost to in week one. *DING* *SPOILERS AHEAD* Mario Kart DS is coming out in nine days. It has come to my attention that R.O.B. the friggin' robot has wormed his way into the roster, and likelihood is that Koopa Troopa did not, meaning I will have to show my turtley support through use of Dry Bones. It's good to know an NES peripheral from twenty years ago is higher priority than the series' staple enemy. On the plus side, I plan on severely pummelling R.O.B. with the skeletal Dry Bones, while shouting, 'My favourite character was left for dead... LITERALLY!!' Reports are that I don't have a life. These will be clarified in SportsCenter tonight. *DING* We're running out of show, so we'll get to the big finish. ...Let's do it! My router died today and I have to work off a crummy internal modem to get on the Internet nowadays. Big surprise? ...Not really, that thing has been giving me trouble since day one, I say trade it NOW. Terrell Owens is suspended for four games, and out for the season. Good move by the Eagles? ...It'll definitely help in the long run, T.O. is aging and doesn't want to be there, the young receivers get a chance while T.O. can help a team that's more in need. Maybe he'll land in Atlanta like he wanted. I recently posted a prologue for a miniature sequel to Minty Thrill, will it succeed? ...I doubt it, sequels always STINK. I just know that nobody is going to understand this delightful parody of PTI, evidence that I'm self-serving? ...Exactly, it isn't the first time and certainly won't be the last that I make references for my own amusement. Colts at Patriots tonight, who ya got? ...I've got the Colts because I can't see Peyton and company slowing against the hurting Patriots, history or not. Additionally I've already seen the game. *BUZZ* We've run out of time, we'll try and do better the next time, I'm Tony, same time in a week (maybe), you knuckleheads. DragoKnight's LiveJournal re-airs monthly or bi-monthly, let's go back to Bristol. ...PTI!! Sorry for that spurt of randomness, y'all. Next update will be less nonsensical. Possibly. ~Tony (Comment on this)
Thursday, September 29th, 2005
4:58 pm	Sloooooooow Going What? I am in fact still alive?? Surely you jest, sir! I could've sworn that I was lost in a tragic cereal-related incident. Those Charms aren't as Lucky as you may think... Yeah, I'm back. Yeah, I started with a paragraph that makes no sense whatsoever. Yeah, yeah is the word of the day. Yeah? Yeah. It's been a most interesting month or two since my last tippity-typing in the LiveJournal, for I discovered a couple things. Let's list them. 1. I've been going to the gym, and apparently I've got shoulders. Huge flippin' shoulders. Alas, the only people who have complimented me on such are sweaty gym dudes, it seems as though the ladies are still yet to realise the advantages of a man with big shoulders. ...I'm sure those advantages exist. Yeah. 2. On a related note, I entered a 'relationship' in early August. And it was ever so nice to be important to someone. We chatted, we held hands, we took merry strolls, she dumped me. Now the reason I used the apostrophes above is because, well, I haven't a clue whether or not we were actually in a relationship. What is a relationship, anyway? Is it sending giddy little messages claiming that 'omg i luv u lots'? Is it the feeling when someone has such tight grip of your heart, you almost feel breathless, the very thought of them makes you smile, and your world seems to make just a little more sense? Or is it that all important first horizontal hoo-ha engaged in the backseat of a Chevy? I'm not entirely sure, but now that I think about it, I didn't get any of the above. So no, I suppose that wasn't a relationship. So then why in the hell am I still dwelling upon it? It's put me in an unusually flat mood and I constantly question why things didn't work out. Apparently, it was 'her, not me'. I hate that excuse, but I guess it works out for 'her, not me', eh? 3. On an also related note, my gridiron antics continue, and as I've been working at it, life's lessons have dawned upon me, a bit later than usual. I've run into a dude who run laps dragging a tire behind him (no, he did not fall. I did, though), I've been cracked in the face as d-linemen have been reaching out for a faceful of facemask (that's illegal!!) and have instead walloped me in the schnoz, and I've been demoted from halfback. Blast. Apparently I lack the agility needed to escape the tackles of large angry opposition, but they still have faith that I can get in the way of aforementioned large angry opposition. Fullback it is, then. One of the most gypped positions you could find. Put simply, it is the fullback's job to open up holes for the halfback to run through. And he does this by running into people who are trying to get at the halfback, and getting my ASS KICKED in the process. Yeah, the halfback gets the glory, the halfback gets the touchdowns, and the fullback gets to be manhandled by hungry linebackers. Spiffy. 4. But wait! There's more!! Seeing how my team is filled with little girlymen who resemble an esemble of spaghetti strung together with a head placed on top, I also play defence. So in essence, I have no breaks between drives. Since I can tackle and I tend to headbutt teammates to rile them up, I'm prime material to play outside linebacker. Those linebackers I hate so much... I'm one of 'em. Crikey. Question is, which one am I moreso? Fullback? Linebacker? Fullinebacker? I guess I'll know when the season starts... Though I play special teams, too. I am like the everyman's everyman. Only with more bruises. 5. What do you mean 'five'? There is no five!! You take your five, and you stick it where the sun don't shine! ...Yeah, under the pillow. Wow, that was longer than I had anticipated. All relevant, too. So I guess I can leave on a note of merriment, and state with genuine fondness that my beloved Tennessee Titans have opened their season 1-2. A far cry from the Titans of yesteryear who constantly contended for the AFC South title, but considering that it's a four game span where we could've gone 0-4, I really appreciate that one win. This is a young team that's hurting, but keeps on... spurting. Yeah. Best of luck with Indianapolis, boys. Paidaton is gonna be looking downfield, and not to inspect the lovely shade of the grass... Why does a scrawny dope like that terrify me so much? ~Tony (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, July 28th, 2005
9:13 pm	The Tank Returns... Picture this; I'm sitting at my computer, typing away merrily at my memos, when I notice something curious. Seems that I have something called a 'Livejournal', and one Asi has made a 'comment'. Now it seemed strange at the time, but as the gears turned in my noggin, I recalled that, as mentioned in aforementioned 'comment', I told a dirty fib, and my monthly update had suddenly turned into two months of silence, nonexistence, and a noticeable lack of 'updating'. ...I swear, those are the last 'apostrophes' I'll be using. So yes indeedy, welcome back to my world! My delightful little potpourri of slightly amusing anecdotes and long-winded references to irrelevant facts. Did you know Steve McNair's middle name is LaTreal? Amazing but TRUE! Things have been quite interesting down yonder, because in recent months I've joined the local gridiron team (American football, doubters!), with intentions of hitting people and being congratulated for doing such. It's been most interesting, for it seems that I've been slotted into the role of halfback, or as he's better known; the dude who takes the ball and runs forward (all going well). In short, I'm going to be one of the most frequently kasmacked players on the field. It's a little known fact that the career span of halbacks isn't a very lengthy period, and the lifespan is similar to that of a deer in the headlights. Only a smidgen longer, and with less damage done to your car. Fortunately the coaches say I've got excellent leg strength and fine decision-making and so on, so forth. But all I see is reason to spend twice as much time (and alas, twice as much money) in the gym. Those cheeky blighters are out for my hard earned dollar bills... So far, I've had three cuts, countless bruises and one ripped shirt. The sacrifices seem limitless. So please, the next time you see a halfback in the street, give him a thumbs-up for me. And tell him to watch out for all those bloody linebackers. I'll be back at some point or another now that I actually do stuff, and maybe one of these days I'll make my livejournal look all pretty and colourful. Though remember, blue's a colour! A damn fine colour, at that. Incidentally, I thought I'd point out that I referred to myself as a tank. Hilarious! ~Tony (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, May 4th, 2005
9:19 pm	Who? Welcome back to the wise words of Tony, where once every month I return with amusing terminology, inane blathering, and just a smidgen of a point. Not much, though. This month's update is borne from Star Fox Assault. It was released in Europe on April 29th, and won't hit Australian shores until June 16th. I now firmly state several expletives to be replaced by 'dagnabbit', as I have to wait significantly longer than first assumed. It's especially irksome when you consider that SFA is, according to reviews, a decisively average game. Now I have to wait even longer for something destined to disappoint me. But who cares? It has Slippy. Ribbit. On a more relevant note, I have a psychology test tomorrow. Whee!! I suppose it's worth noting that I haven't done any studying, but when you consider that I got a muscular 83% on the last test, I feel that it would be a waste of time. Beyond the point that it's on a completely unrelated subject, and the last test was two months ago, and I plan on FAILING ABYSMALLY, that's all irrelevant. I was too busy with my new Multitap. Eight player Madden, WOO! Incidentally, I was just thinking to myself, I come across as a real ass over the Internet sometimes, and that struck me as ironically funny. Because I'm a really nice guy, but according to all of those funny little squiggles called letters onscreen, I seem rather pretentious and pompous. Great fun. For that, I apologise. Likelihood is if you met me, we'd be great friends. ...Well, no. Likelihood is if you met me, I would be too immersed with my own amusing anecdotes to notice. Perhaps it's social anxiety disorder. Perhaps it's a lack of attention. Or perhaps I'm sleeping. Just nudge me once or twice. Anyway, I'm straying from the point. What point? Try and find one! You'll have good old-fashioned family fun. Only without a family. Or any fun. Holy hell, I do enjoy wasting lives. YOURS. ~Tony PS. Pacman Jones... Discover the magic!! (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, April 2nd, 2005
9:59 pm	It's April, foo' Greetings and salutations, kindelah! It's me here, back with my monthly update, and a big bucket of fudge. Fudge in a bucket, you might say. So what has possessed me to return to the plate, with aspirations to amuse, as well as a tendency to tabulate? Absolutely nothing. That's why I'm spurting out nonsense, really. Well, if you're wondering (and I know you are, you crazy diamond), yesterday stood out prominently not for being April Fool's Day, but for being my final day of term 1. Gee golly gosh, when did that happen? Essentially, I’ve been flat out doing nothing. An oxymoron of extreme proportions, but hey, it’s true. School has sapped my energy to a ferocious extent, making me feel tired, frustrated, and pretty dumb, frankly. Similarly, I’ve gone out on the town once, perhaps twice, and not only has it resulted in a lack of writing material, but I’m feeling pretty lonely. And dumber, too. All in all, this year has sucked, compared to the wondrous days of 2004. I had a lot of fun that year. Seems I’m going through post-MVP blues. Last year I was Steve McNair leading the NFL with a 100.4 QB rating, and now I’m benched at 73.1, to watch my beloved Titans go 5-11. ...I’ll be back later to smack Paidaton around though, I assure you. However, I look forward to two weeks of more leisurely nothing. I can state with pleasure that I'm effectively one quarter of the way through year 12, and from there, it's... a mystery, really. Maybe I'll move to the jungle and become a missionary. Largely because it's an excellent term; MIH-SHON-AIR-EE. Say it a couple times. Anyhoosers, I've run out of things to say (before I started, actually), so I suppose I'll bid y'all adieu for the month, and sincerely hope that everyone else has a most splendid week. ...Don't make the same mistake I did! ~Tony (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, February 22nd, 2005
11:38 pm	Statements of Questionable Nature *yawn* Welcome to my day. Night. A day (night) where I come upon a variety of conclusions, and regret it a week later when I return, only to find that my words made absolutely no sense. Enjoy. I came upon a curious realisation. And that is, on the Internet, I am a loser. No more than a no-name personality in a cold and indifferent Internet existence. I'm known by roughly seven people, and to all others, I'm little more than yet another collection of words and figures that fills out the gap between their online friends. And I ponder briefly; what is the justification behind my obscurity? Is it that I don't invest the hours that others do on the Internet? Where does all this free time come from, anyway? Is it that anyone who works under the intention of gaining any recognition upon the Internet must first sacrifice time otherwise spent on social activities such as venturing outdoors? And upon this, I see that in gaining any notoriety, one becomes a part of the system. As a nobody, you're free to come and go as you please. Nobody will notice. Disappear for a year, then welcome back. Anyone with such a namesake is otherwise held to having to 'explain their departure', through much sorrow from the Internet community, and guilt felt when you realise that you ruined the experience of a handful of people. Obscurity? Suits me fine, I suppose. Though sometimes I long for some recognition, I seek an outlet upon which to be understood. The mind is complex, but the pursuit of understanding helps ease the otherwise infuriating effort. And in the same vein, I look at recognition in real life; a life away from the Internet. Not just recognition for that matter, respect. What does one have to do to gain respect from their peers, some ask. A select few pursue the answer, while it lies in front of them, in the abilities of those far less mentally gifted. What am I getting at here? Oh yes, resentment towards the human race in general. What, couldn't you tell? Such self-loathing statements, it could only come from a 12 AM rambling session on a Wednesday. I think I'm just trying to use as many big words as possible here. It's quite a conundrum. Regardless, I lost my point, however diluted or otherwise inane it might have been. I suppose what I'm getting at is that I'm essentially talking to myself, though Werdnazo pops in for a visit at times *waves*, and it's kinda becoming redundant. Still, I'll continue. If for no other reason than I like to type. You'll remember this when I'm famous. Trust me. ~Tony (Comment on this)
Tuesday, January 25th, 2005
11:59 am	Balled Up You know what kindelah? Australia is hot. Really, really stinkin' hot. Perhaps it's that I'm five days removed from the Canadian winter (and one of the worst flights I ever had the misfortune of being a part of), but I dunno whether to celebrate the lack of snow or mourn it. ...Though I suppose snow in the summer wouldn't go down too well anyway. Frosty would be sweating bullets. And on that note, Snowmen in Animal Crossing are so impolite. First one I made (a favour for my good mate Hornsby) was a testament to my creativity and artistry, then it gets testy and bitches at me that it doesn't have a torso. Well excuuuuuuuuse me Mr. Critic! I spent a good three minutes making your sorry ass. Least you could do is humour me. In the end, I felt the need to destroy it, in a very Frankensteinish moment of tragedy. As I wept the loss of my one and only snowman, Hornsby thought it was pretty funny. Git. Anyway, onto the point of this update (if in fact there is one), in the misadventures my pals and I get up to upon my return. Well, I brought home with me a grid-iron football (CFL licensed. Saves money, and it's not like anyone in Australia knows the difference...), so as the hooligans without a field we are, we decided to just piff it up and down the street. My friends, who I'll call 'Luke', 'Matt' and 'Tim' (most likely because those are their actual names) were chucking it about, and I cringed every time the precious made contact with the unforgiving street. Tim and I sat aside (I was just too good for their feeble efforts. The power of Steve McNair was within me!!), and watched Matt and Luke pass it back and forth. In a curious turn of events, the usually unbelievable QB efforts of Luke were going astray, while the generally average Matt was throwing perfect spirals. Feeling like he was being upstaged, Luke decided he'd go for a long bomb, or as I call it the Steve (what? I name my passes... I think a running pass was a Brett and a side-arm was a Rich, to the best of my memory). So Luke aimed high for the Steve, and I noted with keen awareness that my ball was headed directly for a streetlight. Not having a whole lot of options (well I couldn't jump up and catch it, now could I?), I watched on bemused as it made connection with the streetlight, and shattered glass flew about in every direction. Oh but that wasn't the only thing. We also noticed that the booming stereo of the people down the street had suddenly died out. Apparently the ball had also made contact with the power system. A very audible 'what the... freak' was heard (though the wording was significantly less innocent), so using their natural reactions, Luke, Matt and Tim tore off in different directions. Well that was all well and good for them, but I had a ball to retrieve (thankfully this was Matt's street in question, though) It landed in the nature strip, and as I went to scoop it up, I was face to face with a very unhappy posse of mechanics (curse my luck, encountering angry mechanics!!) I was the only one there, a football in my hand, and shattered streetlight at my feet. ...Needless to say, there wasn't much hope of talking my way out of this one. 'What the freak do you think you're doing, you little asshole?' (Hey, I don't like putting much gratuitous swearing in my writing. Either way, freak looks funnier) 'Jesus man, it was a huge accident. My friend was throwing the ball, and-' 'Bullshit' he snapped, and I recalled that all my friends had ditched me, 'You were just trying to freak up our work.' ...Work? I thought they were doing drugs... Very important drugs, perhaps. I was shocked as he then pushed me. Now, usually I'd be getting pissed off by this time. But there were five of them, they were high, twenty-somethings, and I had a football to ardently protect. 'Hey, settle down chief.' I spat (not literally of course), and started to walk away. 'They call it vandalism you little prick,' he continued, 'You're gonna pay for the damage.' 'Get stuffed, ijiot.' Yeah, I actually said ijiot, and I felt like Yosemite Sam, 'I didn't do it.' 'Little freakin' punk,' I noted that there was the sound of shuffling footsteps, so I began to run. And run I did, going through the various nooks and crannies of the street to escape. Fortunately there wasn't much hope of the drugged up stooges catching me, and I'm too non-descript to identify, really. I'd like to say it became more exciting than that (I threw the ball in the air, laid waste to them one by one, and then caught the ball after I was done), but that would be a filthy lie. Let's just say I won't be visiting Matt's place for a while... So remember peeps, watch out for mechanics! They have quite elaborate hit lists, I'm certain. ~Tony Current Mood: relieved (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, January 11th, 2005
9:40 pm	Malevolent Malevolency Greetings, modern computing generation! This is your friendly voice of mediocrity, reminding you to eat your breakfast before your lunch, otherwise it wouldn't be breakfast at all! Silly!! Er, yeah. So anyway, as you may gather from the quite brief hiatus, I haven't had a whole lot to do in the last couple days. So, rather than persue something productive, I thought I'd give y'all an earfull. An ear full of fun, perhaps! Well, I suppose one would be ill-advised to neglect hoping all of my bestest best friends had a very safe, happy and productive New Year, and that they're on the fast track to succeeding at any resolutions they may have set. Personally, I'm yet to set... absolutely anything. In fact, I don't even have many resolutions. I had one, but I gave up on that when I discovered that claiming to do something doesn't likely mean I'll do it. Regardless, I now begin to ponder a great abundance of things. Namely, what I'll be doing when I return to Australia, in but a tender week. I'm sure that there are a lot of things I could've done in Canada but didn't (liek meet several TPMers. OMGZ), but that dire disappointment won't stop me from looking forward to my new year in the land down under. For one, skool is fun. Is it? Well no, not especially. But it's fun gooning around with my friends, and as such, I hope to get a lot of said gooning done in my final year. It may have resulted in a suspension in the past, but that was three years ago. Not like it's gonna happen again, right? Umm, I'm planning on purchasing Madden NFL 2005, and having a season with my mates and I all vying for the SuperBowl appearance, which will no doubt be a barrel of laughs. Gonna play it weekly, just like an actual season, you see. And yes, I am bringing Jevon Kearse and Justin McCarreins back to Tennessee. And no, Eddie George does NOT get to come. Stupid git. Other than that, not much else to report. As most of the lads are entering the media class I did last year, they're making more mewvies under the Kirby Productions license, and though I doubt they'll match the mad skillz of Hunter: Melton Stranger, or Kill Boss, or even Sands of Time, they'll have the advantage of having me in their movie. Such an advantage isn't to be taken lightly, y'know. Anyway, I've had enough of blowing my own horn (because nobody else wants to blow it, sadly), so I'll just nick off for the day. Maybe look up some cheats for Madden... Do you think they'll notice if I score nine touchdowns in two minutes? ~Tony (Comment on this)
Wednesday, December 29th, 2004
9:38 pm	Ramblin' Hey look at that! 'twas only a two month gap. I guess I'm improving! Anyway, I'm fairly sure I promised term 4 exam results, didn't I? Well, if so, then TOUGH. I can't reveal them right now, primarily because I don't care enough to do so, but also because I'm not even in the country at the moment. I'm in Canada! ...It's cold! And not snowing where I am. What a gyp, isn't that what winter is all about? Pleh. I'm feeling odd. As opposed to odd feeling me, ohoho. I'll prolly return with something worthwhile to say. One day. Stay right there, so that I won't lose you like I have so many other things (my mind, for one) ~Tony Current Mood: hyper (Comment on this)
Tuesday, October 5th, 2004
9:18 pm	Fun fact; I suck. Yes indeed kindelah, I assume that it was with baited breath that you waited a lengthy four months for the results of term 2 exams. Funny thing is, in a couple weeks I'm headed for term 4 exams. Made me think, hey you know, perhaps I should stick up the results? Makes me feel like I've made the day of three people. (Me, myself and I. Hohoho...) June 7th, 2004 English MY PREDICTION~ B RESULTS~ A Whoa. Whoa again. Whoa once more. Already I’ve outdone last year’s effort, with my first A of the exams. The first result wields a proud mark, and this was due to my brilliance in the art of bull. It’s a subtle art, and one that I pride myself in being a professional of. So that's an A and a Booma’s Claw. What a happy ending. June 8th, 2004 Math MY PREDICTION~ F RESULTS~ E Take that, math! I’ve recently started my new math classes with the less intelligent people of the year level, and I love it. Screw the pressure; I’ve earned this bludge. And that’s evidenced by the fact that I passed that sumbitch exam. Well, it wasn’t a storied C like last year, but for what it’s worth, satisfactory is satisfactory. Graphics MY PREDICTION~ C RESULTS~ A How in hell’s bells did that happen? With the second part, analysing the advertisements, I’d wager. Though I would’ve had to have gotten a fair few of the multiple choice questions correct, too. So either I hit that 25% chance of correct answer on more than one occasion, or I know more about 2B pencils than any healthy man really should. We’ll say it’s the latter, just to make it seem like I have a hobby. June 9th, 2004 History MY PREDICTION~ B RESULTS~ A Anyone who wants to pitch to me the irony of the Russian leader answer, just shaddup right now. I passed my History exam with yet another shiny A, making this one of the better collection of results for some time now. And it was worth it, too. That history exam was a hoot, makes me want to read something historical. Like that urban legend on how Archduke Franz Ferdinand’s car is cursed… General Aptitude Test RESULT~ …? Y’know, I hate it when they aren’t specific. Did I do well? Did I do crummy? I guess I’ll never know… June 10th, 2004 Geography MY PREDICTION~ D RESULTS~ C Oh well. My high had to end at some point, and even then, it’s a better mark than what I had anticipated. This was a pretty hard one, you know, if anything, I should be thrilled I hit the 70 point, which is what I consider to be an acceptable mark. Media MY PREDICTION~ C RESULTS~ S Err, huh? ‘spose VCE results don’t get any actual watermark, it’s either a yay or a nay. Needless to say, I got a yay, but who knows by how much… Wonder if Billy Bob helped out the mark by much. There we are! Another semester done, and another week of exams that went by pretty quickly, but was arguably the most stressful bunch that I’ve had so far. Sorry for the delay, hopefully it'll be more prompt come term 4! ...Yeah, right. See you in about six months. ~Tony (Comment on this)
Monday, June 14th, 2004
8:34 pm	'sup G'day my loyal minions, what's new? Something oughtta be new, it's been five months since I last said anything. Nonetheless, I thought it'd be quite uber to continue to put my overwhelmingly irrelevant life on this most dandy little LJ. If for no other reason, then because I'm hoping someone will care. Anyway, exams are now over. What does this mean? Well it means that if I don't do well, then I'm deemed idiotic by any nearby teachers. However, I thought it'd be a hoot (yes, a hoot), to let you all read the various little bits of information I had written for each exam. Perhaps later I'll even tell you the results. English To be honest, I don’t care what teachers try to grind into your head. If it’s how you do it, then so be it. Because I have just finished the English exam with roughly forty minutes to go, and it’s not because I ‘rushed my work’ or ‘didn’t put in any effort’, it’s because I’m sick of jumping through hoops, dammit. I don’t care about the characters' unfortunate situations. By forcing it on me, they’ve made me despise the whole notion, rather than treat.%t with sympathy. In essence, my mind has been cleared of any pity than I would've had otherwise. But I digress. The English exam (essay?) is finished. I’m looking at an average here, but not due to ‘lack of thought’ so much as ‘I DON’T CARE’. In fact, pushing myself through something I didn’t care about probably required more thought, if anything. I felt some repetition in the writing, yet still probably exceeded the 800-word limit. This was through babble, which I have quite a pinache for. I guess this was the result of not having read the book in three months. I assured myself I would read through it again, but Phantasy Star Online looked so much more interesting. The little revision I did do helped out though. The only thing I peered through was what went into each part of an assay, and lo and behold, there it was. So much for ‘read through the book thoroughly’, as I was advised. Stupid teacher. And besides, in my hours of non-revising, I scored myself a Booma’s Claw. MY PREDICTION~ B Math Whoa, the math exam is here already? A tad anticlimactic, eh? Well, at least this time I won’t have to worry about it through all other exams. No, my history and geography exams are there for that. And this time, I’m miffed, kindelah. Screw mathematics, screw the teacher, and screw my school for making me do something I’ve loathed for a solid decade. Notice something of a negative tone? Take that to mean that I FAILED. I whizzed through multiple choice. The two cheat sheets written by two different people were proving effective, and I was already looking at 21/76. ...Unfortunately, it seemed to end at just that. Why, oh WHY did I forget how to do scatter plots? You add them, then divide them, Tony!! Not put them in the corresponding bracket! I’m afraid that this was just one of many slip-ups I made. Linear graphs didn’t help. Standard deviation and finding the damn tables in general just dug my grave deeper, and now I sit here, a broken, defeated man. I should’ve listened to dad in 2003. I didn’t want to go in the basic math class, because I didn’t want to get stuck with the dumb peeps. So instead, I followed my notion that I'm smart enough to go into the second math class. It sounded like more fun at the time. Now however, I know what I have to do. Next semester, it’s basic for me. The good thing about all this, though, is that I had this chance. The chance to fail now, and prove once and for all I don’t know anything about math… Why won’t anyone believe me? At one point last year there was an ‘advanced math’ class with harder work. Obviously, since I’m smart, I was put in. Thankfully, my normal math teacher saved me by pulling me out. He’s about the only one who’s ever believed me when I said I don’t understand it in the slightest... Uh, yeah. This is getting depressing now. My prediction is an F, because UG sounds stupid and quite ugly. So see you next semester in basic Mr. Math, you cynical son of a monkey. MY PREDICTION~ F Graphics Uh-oh. Didn’t someone say this exam would be really easy? Well, it wasn’t hard by any standard, but I should’ve studied. I really should’ve. Basically, I’m looking at (below?) average results here. The multiple choice was actually the most damning part, since it was the only part that asked any questions. I didn’t answer a single one of them with any confidence. Fortunately, the drawing turned out alright (I went a bit slowly on the first drawing thing though, didn’t get much time for the second), and the blessing in disguise lay in a little word called essay. Everyone has something they’re good at, in my case; it’s the art of bull. And video games. And Pokémon cards. I'm a geek, you realise. So indeed, I looked through the advertisements, and analysed the techniques used, the intended audience, and so on, so forth. Exactly what I did in last year’s media exam. On that note, I wonder how this year’s will go? Anyway, the multiple choice made up only a small part of the exam, the rest should pull me through for a decisively average result. On that note, I think my graphics report as a whole will be decisively average… MY PREDICTION~ C History That’s that done. History completed, a quite stirring exam that called upon my powers of rambling to produce a stellar effort. Perhaps due to the fact that history is an actual subject, as opposed to all these piddling little pseudo classes crammed down my throat? So the history exam. I had been a tad worried, because I hadn’t studied a whole lot, but apparently I know enough about both World Wars to get through. Couple slip-ups here and there. Couldn’t remember when Hitler became Chancellor (33?) and various other facts about the build-up to the second World War. The war itself was a breeze though. I should know an awful lot about WW2. After all, my grandfather escaped a concentration camp. Should be noteworthy to know what he was up against. My short answer and analytical response were the true heroes of this war. I made it look like a lot, and I suppose it was, in a way. I covered all the criteria, managed to touch on some interesting points, and just pulled off a pleasing piece of work. Look for a B here, but a C isn’t out of the realm of possibility either... MY PREDICTION~ B General Assessment Test Egad, gadzooks and zooks-e! Whatever is this horrid 70-question book that sits in front of me? Isn’t this for those grade 12 people, the ones who look eight years older than me? Well, thanks to my being in VCE media and all, I find myself being graded as a grade 12 and, as a result, an applicant for the horrid General Achievement Test. To us normal people, it’s an IQ test. Does it have any relevance to the results of my exams? Well, not really... But it does gauge my intelligence in relation to others in the state. I didn’t know how to feel. Should I be afraid? Should I be studying? Should this be the new killer of Anthony’s results? Well to be honest, I wasn’t really worried to any great length. I heard that it didn’t affect my VCE, so that was enough for me to neglect the very thought of it. In fact, other than outside advice, I saw no need to even turn up. So I merrily sat at the desk with the name sticker looking at me. I look around, and spot a book. But not just any book. This was a book... with SEVENTY QUESTIONS! (Prolly would’ve been more shocking had I not already told you that) I break out in a cold sweat (was it because the room was hot?). So many questions... And only three hours in which to do them! They then send a book my way. Big ruled one, the kind you used to use in primary school. This was getting progressively more worrying, until... A SPOTTY SHEET. I dunno what they’re called, but when you can fill in a multiple choice circle, it’s heavenly. Suddenly this test was not intimidating. It had been brought down to size, and its bark was worse than its bite. Still, it wasn’t without its challenges. I had to answer two questions in aforementioned book. I opened it with a bit of disgust. Forty pages to finish two questions? Save the trees, people!! Anyway, I opened the question book to Amaroo Island. T’was a map that showed the main roads, the various hotels and the like, and average temperatures. Perhaps this was a treasure map? I scanned the question, and was met with, ‘Consider the information on these two pages. Develop a piece of writing presenting the main information in the material. Your piece will be judged on: · how clearly you organise and present your understanding of the material; and · how clearly you express yourself.’ ...Wha? Sure, I could make a piece of writing... But saying what? An advertisement for the island? A delightful blurb? A descriptive essay where I underline the vowels? Honestly, if they had been marked on the questions, they would’ve gotten a D- for ‘how clearly they expressed themselves’. Now I was dumbfounded. What sort of question was it? Was it even a question at all? Actually, there were no question marks; it must’ve been a request. I sat around for about twenty minutes, before pulling out a pathetic write-up on how big the island was, and how there were walking tracks, should you feel the spontaneous need to walk. Question 2, fortunately, was better (in that it actually made sense). ‘Consider the statements below. Develop a piece of writing presenting your view of one or more of the statements. Your piece of writing will be judged on: · the quality of what you say about the issue, regardless of the point of view you express; and · how effectively you express yourself. Said statements were about censorship, and I chose to focus on ‘Those who object to certain kinds of entertainment do not have to listen to or watch what they do not like.’ and went about ranting about the nosiness of people and so on, so forth. Even managed to slip in a Mulligrubs reference, while I was there. After doing my thesis (well, it was a short thesis, but an effective one nonetheless), I looked at the once daunting seventy questions, and... they were still sort of daunting, really. There was only a 25% chance of getting a random guess right, after all. I whizzed through the impressionist statements about what poets and artists were looking to convey, then stumbled at the mathematics and logic questions. Screw logic, I’ll survive using my, err, non-logic. My shining moment, however, came from questions 20-24. They were based around a report someone had written on a television episode... Blood Feud, of The Simpsons! Season 2, for ye of little knowledge and enlightenment. So yeah, I can’t really say what sort of mark I got... I don’t think it even uses the grading system. In any event, I think I did from good to bad. Broad expanse, I realise, but I’m just not sure whether my bull powers will outweigh my lack of da math skillz. I guess the question is... How smart is young Anthony? Geography Boy, what a lousy day to be tired. I’ve just completed the eighteen pages (yes, eighteen) of geography exam, and I have to say... uh-oh. You see, yesterday after school I headed for the city to see Mel Brooks’ new musical, The Producers. I loved it! ...Of course, I had spent a day in the city and got home at 1:30 AM, which was not too good. On the plus side, though, it was a damn fine show, I bought Final Fantasy: Crystal Chronicles while I was up there, and can now say I’ve seen a musical in Melbourne and Vegas. Now as for that cheeky little exam! Spatial association is beyond me, it really is. I can’t remember what it was and I feel like I lost forty marks as a result. Other than that, I did okayish. Though towards the end I was getting sick of Angora and Nepal, and rushed my answers to the point where they looked like the work of a nine year old. I feel a D would be D-lightful as a result. I got an A and a B for my projects; a D shouldn’t hurt my overall mark too much. MY PREDICTION~ D Media 3&4 Last subject, it’s my VCE media class with all the grade 12s and such. This year fortunately didn’t have any of the crap about pan and tilt and dolly and the like, but focussed heavily on narrative, and the movies we watched this semester, Run Lola Run and Strangers on a Train. Unfortunately, in the term and a half it had been since I watched the movies, I forgot pretty much every single thing about them. In any event, I felt incredibly tired by now. I just wanted to go home... (Yeah, this report wasn’t written in the exam room. They kicked me out as soon as I had finished!) But my determination was enough to bring out some long-winded answers, and a movie about the horrors of technology. It stars George Buhuhuh as host, and has a cameo appearance by Billy Bob Thornton. It’s pretty cool. Let’s say a C and call it a night, shall we? It wasn’t as good as the media stuff I did last year, but I still feel it was good enough to give me a 73%, or something along those lines. And remember... Stop technology. Before it stops you. MY PREDICTION~ C So yeah, perhaps next entry I'll let ye know what the results were? ...Actually, I'll be pretty interested to find out myself! ^^; ~Tony (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, January 21st, 2004
9:25 pm	Sittin' aboot, as 'twer Good god almighty, it's awfully lonely these days. Last week or so until school returns, and I've been doin' a whoooole lotta nuttin. Although today I broke out of the normal schedule, and read Spaceballs: The Book and Kurt Angle (It's True! It's True!) practically in the same sitting. Too bad I've already read both of them twice already... O_o Will be sure to read Mick Foley's first book, when my mom sends it. Although... I've already read that one too. Perhaps I just need new books? lol Incidentally, yes Titans lost. But I'm the sort who denies thing, so we'll just state that it was due to Steve McNair's injuries. Yup. That'll do. Maybe next year, then? ~Tony (Comment on this)
Thursday, January 8th, 2004
11:18 pm	Orlando Brown, Professional Screw-Up Man, with all the playoff games so far, with the incredible game that was Seattle at Green Bay, and with the unbelievable ways that teams got in (Cincinnati losing to the Browns I loathe, but I still think it's magical how the Cards actually managed to win when all was hopeless for the Pakcers), only a single thought remains planted in my head. ...Why is Brown still on the Ravens roster? He was doing better for the team injured, and he ruined what was otherwise a good, competitive game. I say it's time to open up to a fresh start, and although it's a little late for it now, I hope that next season they'll open up to one of the less fortunates. Anyway, I'm out of date knowledge-wise, I don't know who holds the advantage, and even most of the names escape me, but I'd like to throw my hat in the ring, and let it be known that I'm predicting the Superbowl winners to be the Tennessee Titans. Even with McNair and George not at their best, I really believe that they have the potential to go all the way. Mostly because I'm a Titans fan, and am hoping for someone to put a stop to the Patriots' current winning ways. Not a big New England fan. So, Superbowl XXXVIII. I'm guessing Titans against, I dunno... Philly. More of a random stab than anything else. And so, I want everyone to remember, where there's McNair... there's a way. ~Tony (Comment on this)
Sunday, January 4th, 2004
8:38 pm	Whoa, this journal is alive... Hey look ma, I've got a LiveJournal now. Well, what to say? I'm looking forward to a lengthy spurt of, umm, journaling, so bear with me while I try and figure things out. Right now I have little to nothing to say, which sucks. So maybe I'll just click things for a while. ...Which results in many unfortunate incidents, but there's no experiment without failure, right? Well, not right, but close to it. 'till I find something plausible to say, ~Tony (1 Comment |Comment on this)