Still Saturday, 31st March, 8:27pm
Fun things to do in an exam #18:Bring things to throw at the instructor when they're not looking. Blame it on the person next to you.
Hey, readers
Alright, it's official, Red Dwarf's a bitch. Here's why; earlier today, I was unsure whether yesterday was the last day of term or not. We ended an hour early, but I thought that might just have been a teacher thing. Anyway, I texted Red Dwarf today, and she told me that we still had a week to go. So when I wrote the last post, I thought I still had one more week of school to go before the "study break". Thing is, I had a gut feeling that was wrong, so I rang her to verify it. Turns out, she was at work when she got my first message, and she and her workmates decided to screw with me. So when I rang her, a few hours and much confusion later, she told me the truth, that yesterday WAS thet last day of term. At this point, my already twisted mind just gave up, and went to eat dinner. So, Red Dwarf, if you're reading this, SCREW YOU!!! My mind is fragile as it is!! readers, if you ever ask Red Dwarf something, make sure to verify it with at least three other sources, because she's probably messing with you. In other words; don't trust short redheads.
Later, readers
The Vigilante
Saturday, 31 March 2012
Don't picture me in a bikini!
Saturday, 31st March, 7:16pmFun things to do in an exam #17: Do the entire exam in another language. If you don't know one, make one up! For Math/Science exams, try using Roman numerals instead of numbers.
Hey, readers.
So, one more week until the start of my "study break". Of course, it's a Saturday, so I did absolutely bugger all today. Technically, though, it's the weekend, not a weekday, and you relax on weekends, and not do any womework. Or something like that. Yep, I like that theory, I'm going with that. So, apparently, it's Earth Hour tonight. I never got into that kind of global warming stuff. It might just be because I'm a greedy bastard, and by the time all this crap happens, I'll probably be dead. Besides, if the globe is getting warmer, then that means it'll be summer all year long! And that can only mean one thing...........BIKINIS!!! Not on me, of course. Ew. That's just wrong. None the less, I'll be turning off all my useless crap at whenever this thing is. I'd better just find my night-vision goggles first.
Later, readers
The Vigilante.
Hey, readers.
So, one more week until the start of my "study break". Of course, it's a Saturday, so I did absolutely bugger all today. Technically, though, it's the weekend, not a weekday, and you relax on weekends, and not do any womework. Or something like that. Yep, I like that theory, I'm going with that. So, apparently, it's Earth Hour tonight. I never got into that kind of global warming stuff. It might just be because I'm a greedy bastard, and by the time all this crap happens, I'll probably be dead. Besides, if the globe is getting warmer, then that means it'll be summer all year long! And that can only mean one thing...........BIKINIS!!! Not on me, of course. Ew. That's just wrong. None the less, I'll be turning off all my useless crap at whenever this thing is. I'd better just find my night-vision goggles first.
Later, readers
The Vigilante.
Thursday, 29 March 2012
Screw mudmen, I'm a MUDVIGILANTE!!
Friday, 30th March, 4:22pm
Fun things to do in an exam #16: Come down with a BAD case of Tourette's Syndrome during the exam. Be as vulgar as possible.
'Sup, readers.
I'm writing this in a pair of Cripty B's pants, which an me are more tights, and one of his dad's shirts. It's a long story, so stay with me. I went to school todyt, and as I mentioned in the last post, I had no classes, so for the first two periods, it was a case of sitting around, twiddling my thumbs. About eleven o'clock, me and Cripty B decided we've had enough, and start walking to his place. About halfway to his place, there's a small lake in the middle of town, called Lake Sambell. As we were walking past it, we decided it was dry enough to walk across. In all my years, I don't think I've been more wrong. By the time we got out, two and a half hours later, I had three inch thick mud boots up to my knees, and the rest of me was just brown. Cripty B was just as bad. We evtually made it to his place, where I had what felt like the best shower of my life. Of course, my clothes looked like an elephant had taken a crap on them, so they went in the wash. I'll get them back from him someday. At least I hope I will, those are my favourite jeans.
Later, readers.
The Vigilante
Fun things to do in an exam #16: Come down with a BAD case of Tourette's Syndrome during the exam. Be as vulgar as possible.
'Sup, readers.
I'm writing this in a pair of Cripty B's pants, which an me are more tights, and one of his dad's shirts. It's a long story, so stay with me. I went to school todyt, and as I mentioned in the last post, I had no classes, so for the first two periods, it was a case of sitting around, twiddling my thumbs. About eleven o'clock, me and Cripty B decided we've had enough, and start walking to his place. About halfway to his place, there's a small lake in the middle of town, called Lake Sambell. As we were walking past it, we decided it was dry enough to walk across. In all my years, I don't think I've been more wrong. By the time we got out, two and a half hours later, I had three inch thick mud boots up to my knees, and the rest of me was just brown. Cripty B was just as bad. We evtually made it to his place, where I had what felt like the best shower of my life. Of course, my clothes looked like an elephant had taken a crap on them, so they went in the wash. I'll get them back from him someday. At least I hope I will, those are my favourite jeans.
Later, readers.
The Vigilante
Aren't naps supposed to be short?
Thursday, 29th March, 9:02pm
Fun things to do in an exam #15: Come into the exam wearing a pair of birkenstocks, nothing else.
Hey, readers.
This is kind of awkward, but I just woke up. I basically got home, ate a sandwhich and decided to have a nap. Yeah, turns out that nap lasted for four hours. Whoops. Ah well, I'll probably be up until about two in the morning anyway. I've got no classes on tomorrow, but I'm still going to school. I can blame my mother for that. The conversation went like this;
"Mum, I'm not going to school tomorrow."
"Yes, you are."
"I don't have any classes on, and I can study better at home."
"Is school open tomorrow?"
"Yes."
"Then you're going."
My mother isn't the kind of person you mess with. Ever. At least I'll be able to get another nap in on one of the couches in the library. That should basically cover my whole school day, judging by my previous efforts in napping.
Later, readers
The Vigilante.
Fun things to do in an exam #15: Come into the exam wearing a pair of birkenstocks, nothing else.
Hey, readers.
This is kind of awkward, but I just woke up. I basically got home, ate a sandwhich and decided to have a nap. Yeah, turns out that nap lasted for four hours. Whoops. Ah well, I'll probably be up until about two in the morning anyway. I've got no classes on tomorrow, but I'm still going to school. I can blame my mother for that. The conversation went like this;
"Mum, I'm not going to school tomorrow."
"Yes, you are."
"I don't have any classes on, and I can study better at home."
"Is school open tomorrow?"
"Yes."
"Then you're going."
My mother isn't the kind of person you mess with. Ever. At least I'll be able to get another nap in on one of the couches in the library. That should basically cover my whole school day, judging by my previous efforts in napping.
Later, readers
The Vigilante.
Tuesday, 27 March 2012
A study what?!
Wednesday, 28th March, 4:54pm
Fun things to do in an exam #14: Do the exam in crayons, paint or flourescent markers.
Hey, readers.
Ah, parent-teacher interviews. Didn't that use to be when my teachers told my parents what a great little kid I am? When the hell did that change?! All I heard today was, "He's not doing enough homework", "He needs to study more", "I had sexual harrasment problems as a kid, so now I take out my anger on the students". Well, maybe not the last one, but you get the point. My two-week holidays start next week. No, sorry, scratch that. I don't get a holiday. In Year 12, they call it a "study break". Now that's bullshit if I've ever heard it. Do they seriously think we're going to spend two whole weeks of freedom sitting at a desk?! Even I've got better things to do, and I barely have a life.
Later, readers
The Vigilante
Fun things to do in an exam #14: Do the exam in crayons, paint or flourescent markers.
Hey, readers.
Ah, parent-teacher interviews. Didn't that use to be when my teachers told my parents what a great little kid I am? When the hell did that change?! All I heard today was, "He's not doing enough homework", "He needs to study more", "I had sexual harrasment problems as a kid, so now I take out my anger on the students". Well, maybe not the last one, but you get the point. My two-week holidays start next week. No, sorry, scratch that. I don't get a holiday. In Year 12, they call it a "study break". Now that's bullshit if I've ever heard it. Do they seriously think we're going to spend two whole weeks of freedom sitting at a desk?! Even I've got better things to do, and I barely have a life.
Later, readers
The Vigilante
Monday, 26 March 2012
At The Movies with The Vigilante
Tuesday, 27th March, 5:13pm
Fun things to do in an exam #13: Fifteen minutes into the exam, stand up, rip all the papers into little pieces, throw them in the air and yell "Merry Christmas!" If you're really daring, ask for another copy of the exam. Say you lost the first one. repeat every fifteen minutes.
Hey, readers.
No exams today, thank God. Cripty B and I both had the first two periods free, so we snuck into theold pottery room and watched Over The Hedge. I love that movie, Hammy the squirrel cracks me up every time. While I'm on the subect of movies, I was talking with the Red Dwarf today, and she mentioned the movie Burlesque. Now, I hate that movie and for good reason. One of my favourite films of all time is Coyote Ugly (If you think it's gay, you haven't seen it. IT'S CHICKS DANCING ON A BAR.), and Burlesque is a complete ripoff of it. I hate it when movies do that. There's two that I can think of off the top of my head. The first is The Lion King, which, as I've said before, is just Hamlet. And Avatar, the highest grossing movie of all time? Pocahontas. Don't believe me? Go watch it. I heard rumours that there's going to be a sequel to Avatar. Hmm, that's funny, I didn't realise they had made Pocahontas II.
Later, readers
The Vigilante
Fun things to do in an exam #13: Fifteen minutes into the exam, stand up, rip all the papers into little pieces, throw them in the air and yell "Merry Christmas!" If you're really daring, ask for another copy of the exam. Say you lost the first one. repeat every fifteen minutes.
Hey, readers.
No exams today, thank God. Cripty B and I both had the first two periods free, so we snuck into theold pottery room and watched Over The Hedge. I love that movie, Hammy the squirrel cracks me up every time. While I'm on the subect of movies, I was talking with the Red Dwarf today, and she mentioned the movie Burlesque. Now, I hate that movie and for good reason. One of my favourite films of all time is Coyote Ugly (If you think it's gay, you haven't seen it. IT'S CHICKS DANCING ON A BAR.), and Burlesque is a complete ripoff of it. I hate it when movies do that. There's two that I can think of off the top of my head. The first is The Lion King, which, as I've said before, is just Hamlet. And Avatar, the highest grossing movie of all time? Pocahontas. Don't believe me? Go watch it. I heard rumours that there's going to be a sequel to Avatar. Hmm, that's funny, I didn't realise they had made Pocahontas II.
Later, readers
The Vigilante
Sunday, 25 March 2012
TWO?!?! COME ON!!
Monday, 26th March, 5:12pm
Fun things to do in an exam #12: Run into the room, looking around frantically. Breathe a sigh of relief. Walk up to the instructor, say "They've found me, I need to leave the country!", then run out.
Hey readers
Monday morning, Literature exam, didn't study, no cheat sheet, still half asleep. Yeah, welcome to Year 12, V. I think the topic was something like "T.S. Eliot argued that society is souless and dull", or something like that. I don't even remember what I wrote, it was just two and a half pages of blah. I did manage to do a paragraph on how Eliot often hints at prostitution, though. Scary part was, it almost made sense. Anyway, just because ONE exam isn't bad enough, I had a Maths one in the afternoon. Seriously?! Do all the teachers stand around and plot how to destroy our souls, all while cackling wildly?! Now, I like to think I'm fairly good at maths, but there was one question that I just face-palmed on. It was something about interest, and I was writing madly, when I glanced up at the top of the question and noticed I'd gotten one of the numbers wrong. Just one number, but it was enough to screw up the whole question. So the writing on the question ended with "164993.64 over 34... wait..............bollocks." Hopefully, I might get a mark for making the teacher laugh. Maybe.
Later, readers
The Vigilante.
Fun things to do in an exam #12: Run into the room, looking around frantically. Breathe a sigh of relief. Walk up to the instructor, say "They've found me, I need to leave the country!", then run out.
Hey readers
Monday morning, Literature exam, didn't study, no cheat sheet, still half asleep. Yeah, welcome to Year 12, V. I think the topic was something like "T.S. Eliot argued that society is souless and dull", or something like that. I don't even remember what I wrote, it was just two and a half pages of blah. I did manage to do a paragraph on how Eliot often hints at prostitution, though. Scary part was, it almost made sense. Anyway, just because ONE exam isn't bad enough, I had a Maths one in the afternoon. Seriously?! Do all the teachers stand around and plot how to destroy our souls, all while cackling wildly?! Now, I like to think I'm fairly good at maths, but there was one question that I just face-palmed on. It was something about interest, and I was writing madly, when I glanced up at the top of the question and noticed I'd gotten one of the numbers wrong. Just one number, but it was enough to screw up the whole question. So the writing on the question ended with "164993.64 over 34... wait..............bollocks." Hopefully, I might get a mark for making the teacher laugh. Maybe.
Later, readers
The Vigilante.
Saturday, 24 March 2012
So a drummer and a pirate voodoo doll walk into a bar...
Sunday, 25th March,
Fun things to do in an exam #11: Bring pets. The more unique, the better.
Hey readers,
Ah, the Folk Festival Market. A chance for people to buy random, cheap crap that they'll never use. I did get a little Jack Sparrow voodoo doll thingy, though. Cripty B has been looking for one, figured I'd get it for him. Or rub it in his face, depending on what mood I'm in. I'm still not sure how, but I got roped into volunteering to work at a stand. I was talking to the Red Dwarf's parents, who owna shop, and I kind of started to zone out of the conversation. They said something, I half-said something, next thing I know, I'm sitting in a stall, trying to sell a hand-made basket from Africa to some old people. I was like, "What the deuce?!", but they gave me jelly beans, therfore I was content. Yep, I'm an easy one to please. Also, some big news today. Webster, the drummer from my band, has moved to Queensland, leaving the rest of the band very un-rythmic. Webster, if you're reading this, good luck, and don't get too much of a tan. Seriously, melanoma. Reeeeally bad thing.
Later, readers
The Vigilante
Fun things to do in an exam #11: Bring pets. The more unique, the better.
Hey readers,
Ah, the Folk Festival Market. A chance for people to buy random, cheap crap that they'll never use. I did get a little Jack Sparrow voodoo doll thingy, though. Cripty B has been looking for one, figured I'd get it for him. Or rub it in his face, depending on what mood I'm in. I'm still not sure how, but I got roped into volunteering to work at a stand. I was talking to the Red Dwarf's parents, who owna shop, and I kind of started to zone out of the conversation. They said something, I half-said something, next thing I know, I'm sitting in a stall, trying to sell a hand-made basket from Africa to some old people. I was like, "What the deuce?!", but they gave me jelly beans, therfore I was content. Yep, I'm an easy one to please. Also, some big news today. Webster, the drummer from my band, has moved to Queensland, leaving the rest of the band very un-rythmic. Webster, if you're reading this, good luck, and don't get too much of a tan. Seriously, melanoma. Reeeeally bad thing.
Later, readers
The Vigilante
WTF is KONY2012?!?!
Staurday, 24th March, 6:03pm
Fun things to do in an exam #10: Find a new, interesting way to refuse to answer every question. For example: I refuse to answer this question on the grounds that it conflicts with my religous beliefs. Be creative.
Hey readers,
FOLK FEST IS ON, BITCHES!! I apologise, I don't know why I said that. But it's true, The Yackandandah Folk Festival has oficially begun, as of last night! I've already played three gigs, one out the front of a shop, and one at either of the pubs. Yeah, that's how you can tell Yack is a country town, we've got two pubs. Anyway, the gigs went pretty well. I'm sitting at home now, I usually don't go on Saturday. It's my own little way of rebelling. You see, all the international acts play on Saturday, and you need to buy a ticket to see them, and I reckon that's bullshit. I mean, all the money from the Folk Fest is going back to the community, SO WHY IS THE COMMUNITY PAYING?!?! I can understand the tourists having to pay, but the locals?! What the hell?!? It's stupid!! I swear, I'm going to make sure this thing rivals KONY2012!! I don't even know what that is. Seriously, can someone explain it to me?
Later, readers
The Vigilante
Fun things to do in an exam #10: Find a new, interesting way to refuse to answer every question. For example: I refuse to answer this question on the grounds that it conflicts with my religous beliefs. Be creative.
Hey readers,
FOLK FEST IS ON, BITCHES!! I apologise, I don't know why I said that. But it's true, The Yackandandah Folk Festival has oficially begun, as of last night! I've already played three gigs, one out the front of a shop, and one at either of the pubs. Yeah, that's how you can tell Yack is a country town, we've got two pubs. Anyway, the gigs went pretty well. I'm sitting at home now, I usually don't go on Saturday. It's my own little way of rebelling. You see, all the international acts play on Saturday, and you need to buy a ticket to see them, and I reckon that's bullshit. I mean, all the money from the Folk Fest is going back to the community, SO WHY IS THE COMMUNITY PAYING?!?! I can understand the tourists having to pay, but the locals?! What the hell?!? It's stupid!! I swear, I'm going to make sure this thing rivals KONY2012!! I don't even know what that is. Seriously, can someone explain it to me?
Later, readers
The Vigilante
Thursday, 22 March 2012
A quick... thing.
Friday, 23rd March, 12:25pm
Fun things to do in an exam #9: Star a game of extreme frisbee in the exan. Extra points for hitting the instructor.
Hey, readers
I'm posting this from school because I'm playing tonight (if you're confused, read some of the earlier posts), so I'm not going to get a chance to get to my laptop. A big thanks to Blondie, I got shut out of my account (don't ask why), so he's letting me use his. The music teacher asked me to do a couple of songs at lunchtime, you know, just to get the little kids excited about music. I have NO idea what I'm going to play, of course, but hey, I'll wing it. Anyway, like I said, I'm not going to get a chance to post something tonight, so I'll talk to you tommorow.
Later, readers
The Vigilante
Fun things to do in an exam #9: Star a game of extreme frisbee in the exan. Extra points for hitting the instructor.
Hey, readers
I'm posting this from school because I'm playing tonight (if you're confused, read some of the earlier posts), so I'm not going to get a chance to get to my laptop. A big thanks to Blondie, I got shut out of my account (don't ask why), so he's letting me use his. The music teacher asked me to do a couple of songs at lunchtime, you know, just to get the little kids excited about music. I have NO idea what I'm going to play, of course, but hey, I'll wing it. Anyway, like I said, I'm not going to get a chance to post something tonight, so I'll talk to you tommorow.
Later, readers
The Vigilante
El Directore Aborigine
Thursday. 22nd March, 6:48pm
Fun things to do in an exam #8: Bring a Game Boy, Nintendo DS or PSP. Play with the volume at full.
Hey readers,
Had an English essay today. The topic was something about how events and experiences can shape how we see a place, or some crap like that. I ground out a story, can't even remember what it was about now. Ah well, I think it was alright. Just got home from Drama. Mum was working late, so I got a lift from Blondie and his sister. It was a good class, we got a lot done. Had an interesting moment where I friend of mine, who shall be named El Directore, was on the ground, pretending to be a Tasmanian Aboriginal, and I was shooting him with a wooden gun. Yeah, that wasn't massively politically incorrect at all. Got to wear a ton of masks, though. I love masks. Don't know why, just love them. And if anyone makes a crack about my sexuality over that, I'll kill them.
Later, readers.
The Vigilante
Fun things to do in an exam #8: Bring a Game Boy, Nintendo DS or PSP. Play with the volume at full.
Hey readers,
Had an English essay today. The topic was something about how events and experiences can shape how we see a place, or some crap like that. I ground out a story, can't even remember what it was about now. Ah well, I think it was alright. Just got home from Drama. Mum was working late, so I got a lift from Blondie and his sister. It was a good class, we got a lot done. Had an interesting moment where I friend of mine, who shall be named El Directore, was on the ground, pretending to be a Tasmanian Aboriginal, and I was shooting him with a wooden gun. Yeah, that wasn't massively politically incorrect at all. Got to wear a ton of masks, though. I love masks. Don't know why, just love them. And if anyone makes a crack about my sexuality over that, I'll kill them.
Later, readers.
The Vigilante
Tuesday, 20 March 2012
Faster then people at a fart convention
Wednesday, 21st March, 5:03
Fun things to do in an exam #7: Walk in, get the exam, sit down. About five minutes into it, loudly say to the instructor, "I don't understand ANY of this. I've been to every lecture all semster long! What's the deal? And who the hell are you? Where's the regular guy?"
G'day readers
Found out some interesting news today. The Yackandandah Folf Festival is this weekend, and I'm the very first act to play. Like, OUT OF EVERYONE. As soon as I heard this, the first thing to go through my head was, and I qoute, "CRAP". I mean, if I sart the whole thing off with a bad song, everyone will be like, "Well, this was shit, and judging a book by it's cover, the rest of the festival will be as bad!" and then they will clear out faster than people at a fart convention. Usually, at this point, I would say no pressure, but that's a bloody lot of pressure! I'm probably going to be up all night, planning my set list, then replanning it. I'm kinda nervous when it comes to this kind of th-HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!. Man, I was almost able to say that with a straght face! Who am I kidding, I'm never nervous! I'm The Vigilante! I have nerves of lithium dioxide! Whatever that is....
Later, readers
The Vigilante.
Fun things to do in an exam #7: Walk in, get the exam, sit down. About five minutes into it, loudly say to the instructor, "I don't understand ANY of this. I've been to every lecture all semster long! What's the deal? And who the hell are you? Where's the regular guy?"
G'day readers
Found out some interesting news today. The Yackandandah Folf Festival is this weekend, and I'm the very first act to play. Like, OUT OF EVERYONE. As soon as I heard this, the first thing to go through my head was, and I qoute, "CRAP". I mean, if I sart the whole thing off with a bad song, everyone will be like, "Well, this was shit, and judging a book by it's cover, the rest of the festival will be as bad!" and then they will clear out faster than people at a fart convention. Usually, at this point, I would say no pressure, but that's a bloody lot of pressure! I'm probably going to be up all night, planning my set list, then replanning it. I'm kinda nervous when it comes to this kind of th-HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!. Man, I was almost able to say that with a straght face! Who am I kidding, I'm never nervous! I'm The Vigilante! I have nerves of lithium dioxide! Whatever that is....
Later, readers
The Vigilante.
Monday, 19 March 2012
The Muppets are coming for me... through my toilet!!
Tuesday, 20th March, 4:50pm
Fun things to do in an exam #6: Bring cheerleaders.
Hey, readers.
Had a free double period first up today. I meant to do a chapter of work for Psychology, so naturally Cripty B and I ended up watching the new Muppets movie on his laptop. I was terrified of The Muppets as a little kid. I used to think they would come out of my toilet and get me, so whenever I had to go, I would creep in, quietly do my stuff, flush the toilet and sprint out. Okay, so they're not exactly Stephen King's It, but come on, Gonzo still looks kinda creepy. Anyway, had Literature after that. We're doing T. S. Eliot, and next week, we have to do an exam on his "views and values". You ask me, I reckon they're the same as every other poets: life sucks, the world is dismal, we should all go die. Don't tell my Lit teacher that, though. I think she's in love with the guy. Like, full on, sleeping with his picture under her pillow love. Maybe all I need to do to pass the exam is draw a big picture of T. S. Eliot. She'll go all dreamy-eyed ovre it, and I'll get an A. Hmm, good plan, that.
Later, readers.
The Vigilante
Fun things to do in an exam #6: Bring cheerleaders.
Hey, readers.
Had a free double period first up today. I meant to do a chapter of work for Psychology, so naturally Cripty B and I ended up watching the new Muppets movie on his laptop. I was terrified of The Muppets as a little kid. I used to think they would come out of my toilet and get me, so whenever I had to go, I would creep in, quietly do my stuff, flush the toilet and sprint out. Okay, so they're not exactly Stephen King's It, but come on, Gonzo still looks kinda creepy. Anyway, had Literature after that. We're doing T. S. Eliot, and next week, we have to do an exam on his "views and values". You ask me, I reckon they're the same as every other poets: life sucks, the world is dismal, we should all go die. Don't tell my Lit teacher that, though. I think she's in love with the guy. Like, full on, sleeping with his picture under her pillow love. Maybe all I need to do to pass the exam is draw a big picture of T. S. Eliot. She'll go all dreamy-eyed ovre it, and I'll get an A. Hmm, good plan, that.
Later, readers.
The Vigilante
Sunday, 18 March 2012
Korean men are lesbians.
Monday, 19th March, 5:24pm
Fun things to do in an exam #5: Talk the entire way through the exam. Read questions out loud, debate answers with yourself out loud. If asked to stop, yell "I'm SOOOO sure you can hear what I'm thinking!"
Hey readers
So, back to school after a great weekend. Slept on the bus, I was that tired. Still managed to convince the teachers I was awake all the way through the classes (dumb bastards). Learnt something in Psychology, though. We were talking about a thing called Hyptic Jerks, which, much to my suprise, are not a bunch of cryptic hippie jerks. It's when you twich when you're sleeping, and I realised I have that BAD. I sometimes look like I'm having an epileptic fit while I'm dozing. Had a good lunch, got into a deep conversation about how most Korean men look like girls. It was me and The Prince of Parkour on the affirmative, and two of my other friends, Raghead (a chick) and Blondie, disagreeing. They seriously do, like, I thought that a video of a Korean couple making out was the start of a lesbian porno. That might just be my perverted mind talking, but whatever.
Later readers,
The Vigilante
Fun things to do in an exam #5: Talk the entire way through the exam. Read questions out loud, debate answers with yourself out loud. If asked to stop, yell "I'm SOOOO sure you can hear what I'm thinking!"
Hey readers
So, back to school after a great weekend. Slept on the bus, I was that tired. Still managed to convince the teachers I was awake all the way through the classes (dumb bastards). Learnt something in Psychology, though. We were talking about a thing called Hyptic Jerks, which, much to my suprise, are not a bunch of cryptic hippie jerks. It's when you twich when you're sleeping, and I realised I have that BAD. I sometimes look like I'm having an epileptic fit while I'm dozing. Had a good lunch, got into a deep conversation about how most Korean men look like girls. It was me and The Prince of Parkour on the affirmative, and two of my other friends, Raghead (a chick) and Blondie, disagreeing. They seriously do, like, I thought that a video of a Korean couple making out was the start of a lesbian porno. That might just be my perverted mind talking, but whatever.
Later readers,
The Vigilante
Hats and pies.
Sunday, 18th March,
Fun things to do in an exam #4: Make paper planes out of the exam. Aim for the instructor's left nostril.
Hey readers,
I was right, I didn't get to sleep until four in the morning. And as such, I woke up at one in the afternoon. Then again, I usually do that on a Sunday. I'm still wearing the hat I got last night. It's a bit dorky, but I like it, dagnabbit it! At the moment, I'm watching The Big Bang Theory and cooking some Sebbie pies for dinner. One of my neighbors, who the pies are named after, makes them, and they are the best pies EVER. I've got a few beef and bacon ones in the oven, and they're a few minutes off, so I'm going to sign off and find the barbeque sauce.
Later, readers
The Vigilante.
Fun things to do in an exam #4: Make paper planes out of the exam. Aim for the instructor's left nostril.
Hey readers,
I was right, I didn't get to sleep until four in the morning. And as such, I woke up at one in the afternoon. Then again, I usually do that on a Sunday. I'm still wearing the hat I got last night. It's a bit dorky, but I like it, dagnabbit it! At the moment, I'm watching The Big Bang Theory and cooking some Sebbie pies for dinner. One of my neighbors, who the pies are named after, makes them, and they are the best pies EVER. I've got a few beef and bacon ones in the oven, and they're a few minutes off, so I'm going to sign off and find the barbeque sauce.
Later, readers
The Vigilante.
Saturday, 17 March 2012
MY EARS HAVE BEEN TOUCHED BY THE VOICES OF GODS.
Saturday, 17th March,
Fun things to do in an exan #3: If it is a maths/science exam, answer in essay form. If it is a long answer/esaay exan, answer with numbers and symbols. Be creative. Use the integral symbol.
Choirboys.
Ross Wilson.
Daryl Braithwaite.
Ian Moss.
Noiseworks.
AWESOME!!
Just in case you didn't realise, I FREAKING LOVED A DAY ON THE GREEN!! I didn't think it could get any better, but then it did when Noiseworks came back on for an encore, and called out VANESSA FREAKING AMOROSSI!! I swear, from the moment when The Choirboys blasted out their first chord, it was like one continuous musical orgasm. I've almost lost my voice from screaming along. Got a straw cowbot hat out of it, too. Nice hat, bit small though. I'm watching South Park at the moment, because I'm too wired up to get to sleep for hours. I'm not sure if I've seen this one or not.
Later, readers.
The Vigilante.
Fun things to do in an exan #3: If it is a maths/science exam, answer in essay form. If it is a long answer/esaay exan, answer with numbers and symbols. Be creative. Use the integral symbol.
Choirboys.
Ross Wilson.
Daryl Braithwaite.
Ian Moss.
Noiseworks.
AWESOME!!
Just in case you didn't realise, I FREAKING LOVED A DAY ON THE GREEN!! I didn't think it could get any better, but then it did when Noiseworks came back on for an encore, and called out VANESSA FREAKING AMOROSSI!! I swear, from the moment when The Choirboys blasted out their first chord, it was like one continuous musical orgasm. I've almost lost my voice from screaming along. Got a straw cowbot hat out of it, too. Nice hat, bit small though. I'm watching South Park at the moment, because I'm too wired up to get to sleep for hours. I'm not sure if I've seen this one or not.
Later, readers.
The Vigilante.
Thursday, 15 March 2012
Rain, music and winging it.
Friday, 16th March, 5:32pm
Fun things to do in an exam #2: Get a copy of the exam. Run out, screaming "Andre, Andre, I've got the secret documents!"
Hey, readers.
Friday! I love Fridays. Doesn't everyone? I've only got a double period of English first up on Fridays, and that's it. Had to do a presentation on some random story today, one which we supposedly had two weeks towork on. Of course, me being me, I read it for the first time last night, and just winged my way through the presentation. I'm the king of winging it. Anyway, met with the band after that, had a bit of a jam. Then got two spend two hours having a nice, relaxing nap. But of course, the world had to be screwing with me, so it was raining, and every time you went outside, even for a second, you got drenched. I'm hoping it's done by tomorrow, because tomorrow I'm going to DAY ON THE GREEN!! Can anybody say F'ING YEAH?!? I mean, Ian Moss, The Choirboys, Daryl Braithwaite, as a huge fan of Aussie 80's music, I am STOKED!! And I'm sure most of you are like "Who the hell are The Choirboys?", and don't worry, I'm in such a good mood, I will forgive your blasphemy. Your repentance is to go on Youtube and listen to their music. Go, my child, go forth and be educated in the ways of awesomeness.
Later, readers.
The Vigilante.
Fun things to do in an exam #2: Get a copy of the exam. Run out, screaming "Andre, Andre, I've got the secret documents!"
Hey, readers.
Friday! I love Fridays. Doesn't everyone? I've only got a double period of English first up on Fridays, and that's it. Had to do a presentation on some random story today, one which we supposedly had two weeks towork on. Of course, me being me, I read it for the first time last night, and just winged my way through the presentation. I'm the king of winging it. Anyway, met with the band after that, had a bit of a jam. Then got two spend two hours having a nice, relaxing nap. But of course, the world had to be screwing with me, so it was raining, and every time you went outside, even for a second, you got drenched. I'm hoping it's done by tomorrow, because tomorrow I'm going to DAY ON THE GREEN!! Can anybody say F'ING YEAH?!? I mean, Ian Moss, The Choirboys, Daryl Braithwaite, as a huge fan of Aussie 80's music, I am STOKED!! And I'm sure most of you are like "Who the hell are The Choirboys?", and don't worry, I'm in such a good mood, I will forgive your blasphemy. Your repentance is to go on Youtube and listen to their music. Go, my child, go forth and be educated in the ways of awesomeness.
Later, readers.
The Vigilante.
I'm not a drama queen, I'm a drama KING!
Thursday, 15th March, 8:59pm
Fun things to do in an exam #1: Bring a pillow. Fall asleep (or pretend to) until the last 15 minutes. Wake up, say "Oh geez, better get cracking!" and do some gibberish work. Turn it in a few minutes early.
Hey, readers.
Wasn't at school today. I went down to Melbourne with my Drama class to see some show we have to write about. The Show was alright, got maybe a 4.5 out of 5 on my LOL-meter. The bus ride there and back was interesting, though. There's only eight of us in the class, so we hired a minibus, for the ride. I spent the whole trip with the window open and my arm hanging out of it (as is the Australian way), and my other arm blue. Some bastard decided it was hilarious to crack open a pen and smear it down my arm. I looked one-tenth Smurf, which is not a look I can pull off. Hell, I don't think anyone can pull that off. One of my mates, who shall henceforth be known as The Prince of Parkour, was riding in the front seat, alternating between sleeping and being in charge of music. I'm kind of worried, because I think that someone took a video of me singing and doing air guitar and drums to Bon Jovi's Living On A Prayer, and it's somewhere out there. Knowing my luck, it'll end up on Youtube. Let us hope not. It was not a pretty sight.
Later, readers.
The Vigilante
Fun things to do in an exam #1: Bring a pillow. Fall asleep (or pretend to) until the last 15 minutes. Wake up, say "Oh geez, better get cracking!" and do some gibberish work. Turn it in a few minutes early.
Hey, readers.
Wasn't at school today. I went down to Melbourne with my Drama class to see some show we have to write about. The Show was alright, got maybe a 4.5 out of 5 on my LOL-meter. The bus ride there and back was interesting, though. There's only eight of us in the class, so we hired a minibus, for the ride. I spent the whole trip with the window open and my arm hanging out of it (as is the Australian way), and my other arm blue. Some bastard decided it was hilarious to crack open a pen and smear it down my arm. I looked one-tenth Smurf, which is not a look I can pull off. Hell, I don't think anyone can pull that off. One of my mates, who shall henceforth be known as The Prince of Parkour, was riding in the front seat, alternating between sleeping and being in charge of music. I'm kind of worried, because I think that someone took a video of me singing and doing air guitar and drums to Bon Jovi's Living On A Prayer, and it's somewhere out there. Knowing my luck, it'll end up on Youtube. Let us hope not. It was not a pretty sight.
Later, readers.
The Vigilante
Tuesday, 13 March 2012
Vigilante Bond, International Man of Blogging
Wednesday, 14th March, 5:08pm
Today's song of shuffling: Hands Held High by Linkin Park
Hey, readers.
And also, здравствулте! Because I've just found out that a large percentage of the people who view this blog are from Russia! I maen, what the hell?! Russians, reading about an Australian?! This is madness! And congratulations to anyone who read that and automatically yelled THIS IS SPARTA!!! Also, there's a German, so hallo to you, random German person. How's the bratwurst this time of year? Anyway, I haven't talked about my day yet, and quite frankly, thete isn't much to talk about Wait, I've had an idea! I found this random piece of paper in the library today, with a list on it, called Fifty Fun Things To Do In An Exam. I swear, that list is bloody hilarious, so, starting with my next post, The Shuffling Song of The Day shall go on leave, and be replaced by Fun Things To Do In An Exam. It shall be so, for my word is law! At least, on this blog, it is.
Later, readers
The Vigilante
Today's song of shuffling: Hands Held High by Linkin Park
Hey, readers.
And also, здравствулте! Because I've just found out that a large percentage of the people who view this blog are from Russia! I maen, what the hell?! Russians, reading about an Australian?! This is madness! And congratulations to anyone who read that and automatically yelled THIS IS SPARTA!!! Also, there's a German, so hallo to you, random German person. How's the bratwurst this time of year? Anyway, I haven't talked about my day yet, and quite frankly, thete isn't much to talk about Wait, I've had an idea! I found this random piece of paper in the library today, with a list on it, called Fifty Fun Things To Do In An Exam. I swear, that list is bloody hilarious, so, starting with my next post, The Shuffling Song of The Day shall go on leave, and be replaced by Fun Things To Do In An Exam. It shall be so, for my word is law! At least, on this blog, it is.
Later, readers
The Vigilante
100!!!
Yes, readers!!!! YES!!!!!!!
I've happy, in case you can't tell, because this puny little blog just got ONE HUNDRED VIEWS!!!!! YES!!!!! I mean sure, there are blogs out there with, like, a million views, but they're not mine, and this one is, and it just got ONE HUNDRED VIEWS!!!!! By, the way, did I mention the blog just got ONE HUNDRED VIEWS?!?!?! Okay, no more sugar for me tonight. I wonder what I'll do when it gets a thousand views? Whatever.
ONR HUNDRED VIEWS!!!!!
I've happy, in case you can't tell, because this puny little blog just got ONE HUNDRED VIEWS!!!!! YES!!!!! I mean sure, there are blogs out there with, like, a million views, but they're not mine, and this one is, and it just got ONE HUNDRED VIEWS!!!!! By, the way, did I mention the blog just got ONE HUNDRED VIEWS?!?!?! Okay, no more sugar for me tonight. I wonder what I'll do when it gets a thousand views? Whatever.
ONR HUNDRED VIEWS!!!!!
The Next Blog button.... OF DOOOOOM!!!!!!
Tuesday, 13th March (again), 8:03pm
'Sup, readers.
First off, this isn't one of my daily posts, I'm just bored and looking for something to do. And by that, I mean I have a ton of Psychology homework to do that's due tommorow, and I'm looking for reasons not to do it. Anyway, you know the little bar that's at the top of this page if you're signed in? It's got buttons like Follow, Share, yada yada yada. But you see the button marked Next Blog? I hit that every now and then, just to see what's out there. First time, it lead me through a string of blogs by loving mothers about their infant children. Next time, it was emo poets, talking about how messed up thier lives are. Then, patriotic Americans ranting about politics and the beauty of the American way of life. And finally, when I pressed it just then, I was lead through the wonderful world of Rumba music and dancing. Which made me wonder; where did my blog fit in? Would you find it in the middle of other blogs by random people who have an inane urge to broadcast their lives under another name? Sorry, we were getting philosophical in Literature today, and I guess I've still got a little of it on me. Whatever. I guess I'd better start this homework. Anybody know what synesthasia is? Because I've got about as much a clue as a phone box.
Later, readers.
The Vigilante.
'Sup, readers.
First off, this isn't one of my daily posts, I'm just bored and looking for something to do. And by that, I mean I have a ton of Psychology homework to do that's due tommorow, and I'm looking for reasons not to do it. Anyway, you know the little bar that's at the top of this page if you're signed in? It's got buttons like Follow, Share, yada yada yada. But you see the button marked Next Blog? I hit that every now and then, just to see what's out there. First time, it lead me through a string of blogs by loving mothers about their infant children. Next time, it was emo poets, talking about how messed up thier lives are. Then, patriotic Americans ranting about politics and the beauty of the American way of life. And finally, when I pressed it just then, I was lead through the wonderful world of Rumba music and dancing. Which made me wonder; where did my blog fit in? Would you find it in the middle of other blogs by random people who have an inane urge to broadcast their lives under another name? Sorry, we were getting philosophical in Literature today, and I guess I've still got a little of it on me. Whatever. I guess I'd better start this homework. Anybody know what synesthasia is? Because I've got about as much a clue as a phone box.
Later, readers.
The Vigilante.
Monday, 12 March 2012
Ninja + Thief = Kemster
Tuesday, 13th March, 5:22pm
Today's shuffling song: Used To Get High by The John Butler Trio
Hey readers
Back to school today. I would almost say I was looking forward to it, but, you know, it's school. I did learn something today, though. The Kemster, master linguist and card-carrying member of The Lollipop Guild, is a serious kleptomaniac. Like, the dude will just steal something, and run away, giggling like a little bastard. For example, today, HE STOLE MY SHOE. Just took off. He was out the door before my sock even touched the carpet. For crying out loud, I had to go to a class with one shoe on! I had to hold him in the air by his ankles till he told me where my shoe was. I swear, the next time that little bugger steals something of mine, I'm pulling his underwear over his head.
Later, readers
The Vigilante.
Today's shuffling song: Used To Get High by The John Butler Trio
Hey readers
Back to school today. I would almost say I was looking forward to it, but, you know, it's school. I did learn something today, though. The Kemster, master linguist and card-carrying member of The Lollipop Guild, is a serious kleptomaniac. Like, the dude will just steal something, and run away, giggling like a little bastard. For example, today, HE STOLE MY SHOE. Just took off. He was out the door before my sock even touched the carpet. For crying out loud, I had to go to a class with one shoe on! I had to hold him in the air by his ankles till he told me where my shoe was. I swear, the next time that little bugger steals something of mine, I'm pulling his underwear over his head.
Later, readers
The Vigilante.
The end of a four-day era.
Monday, 12th March, 8:36pm
Today's shuffling song: By The Way by Hinder
Hey readers,
And so ends the final day of my four day weekend. I'm sure that I had some homework to do, I just can't remember what it was. Ah well, I should have expected that. ........Sorry, I got kind of got distracted. I'm watching The Big Bang Theory, and for some strange reason, they just did a version of Bon Jovi's Wanted Dead Or Alive on a harp. Random, yet strangly amusing. I can't say I completed much this wekend, except for a large amount of gaming. Oh, I got a haircut. Forgot to mention that. Ialways feel wierd after a haircut. It's like the hair's gone, but you're still used to the weight of it. Sure, it's only three centimetres of hair, but I've got such thick hair, that's probably about half a kilo and a half of head fluff. Eh, I'm babbling again. I'm at that point where I'm half paying attention to this, and half watching TV. And now I'm going to have to decide which one I'm going to focus on. And TV wins. Everytime.
Later, readers.
The Vigilante.
Today's shuffling song: By The Way by Hinder
Hey readers,
And so ends the final day of my four day weekend. I'm sure that I had some homework to do, I just can't remember what it was. Ah well, I should have expected that. ........Sorry, I got kind of got distracted. I'm watching The Big Bang Theory, and for some strange reason, they just did a version of Bon Jovi's Wanted Dead Or Alive on a harp. Random, yet strangly amusing. I can't say I completed much this wekend, except for a large amount of gaming. Oh, I got a haircut. Forgot to mention that. Ialways feel wierd after a haircut. It's like the hair's gone, but you're still used to the weight of it. Sure, it's only three centimetres of hair, but I've got such thick hair, that's probably about half a kilo and a half of head fluff. Eh, I'm babbling again. I'm at that point where I'm half paying attention to this, and half watching TV. And now I'm going to have to decide which one I'm going to focus on. And TV wins. Everytime.
Later, readers.
The Vigilante.
Sunday, 11 March 2012
Yankee Doodle, I am not.
Sunday, 11th March
Today's shuffling song: Total Eclipse Of The Heart by Bonnie Tyler. Gotta love the eighties.
Bonjour, readers.
Alright, it's official: four day weekends may be awesome, but they suck for blog writers, because, just like yesterday, I have NOTHING to talk about. And I'm sure that some of you are like, "Vig, what the hell, man? Why aren't you out partying your arse off?" Good question, imaginary, slightly douchey reader. For starters. I live just to the right of the middle of nowhere, with no driver's licsense. I could ride a horse to town, but I'm not Yanky Doodle. Besides, I was never one for partying. I prefer staying in with my mates, kicking thier asses at Mario Kart. Yeah, I'm talking about you, Red Dwarf. And even if you could get me to a party, I'd be a wreck. I'd just stand in the corner, looking like a stalker. Also, I can't dance, save for the odd moonwalk in my socks. No, I think I'll just sit here in the VigilanteCave, munching on home made pizza, modding Nerf guns and re-watching both Iron Man movies, like a good not-so-little nerd. And if you're sitting there, thinking "Huh? Not-so-little?", I'm six foot five, and still growing. I've never been called little in my life. And Red Dwarf, if you even think about posting a comment about how my private parts have been called little, I swear, you'll end up as a smudge on my shoe.
Later, readers.
The Vigilante
Today's shuffling song: Total Eclipse Of The Heart by Bonnie Tyler. Gotta love the eighties.
Bonjour, readers.
Alright, it's official: four day weekends may be awesome, but they suck for blog writers, because, just like yesterday, I have NOTHING to talk about. And I'm sure that some of you are like, "Vig, what the hell, man? Why aren't you out partying your arse off?" Good question, imaginary, slightly douchey reader. For starters. I live just to the right of the middle of nowhere, with no driver's licsense. I could ride a horse to town, but I'm not Yanky Doodle. Besides, I was never one for partying. I prefer staying in with my mates, kicking thier asses at Mario Kart. Yeah, I'm talking about you, Red Dwarf. And even if you could get me to a party, I'd be a wreck. I'd just stand in the corner, looking like a stalker. Also, I can't dance, save for the odd moonwalk in my socks. No, I think I'll just sit here in the VigilanteCave, munching on home made pizza, modding Nerf guns and re-watching both Iron Man movies, like a good not-so-little nerd. And if you're sitting there, thinking "Huh? Not-so-little?", I'm six foot five, and still growing. I've never been called little in my life. And Red Dwarf, if you even think about posting a comment about how my private parts have been called little, I swear, you'll end up as a smudge on my shoe.
Later, readers.
The Vigilante
Saturday, 10 March 2012
The royal family of Denmark are lions.
Saturday, 10th March, 8:36pm
Today's shuffling song: Jimmy Recard by Drapht. One of the best rap songs of all time.
Hey readers.
To tell the truth, I don't really have much to talk about today. It was a pretty lazy day. Just slept in, did a bit of grocery shopping, and that's pretty much it. And now I've got nothing to talk about. At the moment, I'm watching The Lion King on TV. Wait, I can talk about that! Because I actually have learnt something in Literature, and that's William Shakespeare's Hamlet. And you don't even have to look closely to realise that The Lion King is Hamlet! Seriously, go read Hamlet, then watch The Lion King. It's all there! Uncle kills father to become king, son gets exiled but comes back, son kills uncle. Simba's father, Mufasa, even comes back as a ghost. And to go even further, he makes a speech about how his son has to remember him! True, the endings are different, but they wouldn't let the main character die in a Disney movie, were they? But everything else is the same! I find it seriously ironic when someone tells me they didn't like Hamlet at all, but they loved The Lion King. It's like saying that you don't like films, but you love movies. It's the same bloody thing! Go on, try and tell me I'm wrong. See, you can't, can you?
Later, readers.
The Vigilante.
Today's shuffling song: Jimmy Recard by Drapht. One of the best rap songs of all time.
Hey readers.
To tell the truth, I don't really have much to talk about today. It was a pretty lazy day. Just slept in, did a bit of grocery shopping, and that's pretty much it. And now I've got nothing to talk about. At the moment, I'm watching The Lion King on TV. Wait, I can talk about that! Because I actually have learnt something in Literature, and that's William Shakespeare's Hamlet. And you don't even have to look closely to realise that The Lion King is Hamlet! Seriously, go read Hamlet, then watch The Lion King. It's all there! Uncle kills father to become king, son gets exiled but comes back, son kills uncle. Simba's father, Mufasa, even comes back as a ghost. And to go even further, he makes a speech about how his son has to remember him! True, the endings are different, but they wouldn't let the main character die in a Disney movie, were they? But everything else is the same! I find it seriously ironic when someone tells me they didn't like Hamlet at all, but they loved The Lion King. It's like saying that you don't like films, but you love movies. It's the same bloody thing! Go on, try and tell me I'm wrong. See, you can't, can you?
Later, readers.
The Vigilante.
Friday, 9 March 2012
Weekend squared
Friday, 9th March, 7:13pm
Today's shuffling song: Spare Me The Details by The Offspring.
Hey readers,
Sorry I didn't get a chance to update last night. There is a reason why, but it's a bit long, so stay with me. A couple of days ago, I found out that the teachers at my school were doing some training thing today, which meant that, coupled with the public holiday on Monday, meant that I have a FOUR DAY WEEKEND. Can anybody say HELL YES?! Also, on Thursdays, my Drama class goes until five o'clock, so after that, I stayed the night at Cripty B's place, which is why I couldn't update. Anyway, we caught the bus into Albury today. For those of you who don't know, Albury is kind of like a much smaller, rural version of Melbourne. We were going to go see that John Carter movie, but didn't have time, because we had to catch the bus home. Still, got a lot of the important stuff done. You know, shopping, starting at pretty girls, eating, staring at pretty girls and staring at pretty girls. Oh, and did I mention staring at pretty girls?
Later, readers.
The Vigilante.
Today's shuffling song: Spare Me The Details by The Offspring.
Hey readers,
Sorry I didn't get a chance to update last night. There is a reason why, but it's a bit long, so stay with me. A couple of days ago, I found out that the teachers at my school were doing some training thing today, which meant that, coupled with the public holiday on Monday, meant that I have a FOUR DAY WEEKEND. Can anybody say HELL YES?! Also, on Thursdays, my Drama class goes until five o'clock, so after that, I stayed the night at Cripty B's place, which is why I couldn't update. Anyway, we caught the bus into Albury today. For those of you who don't know, Albury is kind of like a much smaller, rural version of Melbourne. We were going to go see that John Carter movie, but didn't have time, because we had to catch the bus home. Still, got a lot of the important stuff done. You know, shopping, starting at pretty girls, eating, staring at pretty girls and staring at pretty girls. Oh, and did I mention staring at pretty girls?
Later, readers.
The Vigilante.
Wednesday, 7 March 2012
Twang twang twang, I'm so twanging tired.
Wednesday, 7th March, 10:11pm
Today's shuffling song: Hallelujah by Jeff Buckley. Great take on the song.
So, I literally got home. And it is amazing that I even have the energy to write this, because right now I'm beat. I got asked to play at some barbeque for the parents of the school (Yes, I'm a musician, get over it). And I love performing, so I agreed to do it. Being the nice person I am, I even agreed to help clean up afterwards. It was at this point that they told me it was tonight. Yeah, that was the moment that stopped me. You see, my school is somewhere near thirty kilometres from my place, and there's only one bus a day, and that goes right after school. I miss that, and it's a long walk home. But hey, I'd agreed, and I'm a man of my word. So I did the gig, turned out pretty well. Then came the task of getting home. Thankfully, one of the teachers was going my way, so I managed to hitch a ride with them. Lucky, huh? Finally getting a driver's liscense is going to be handy, though.
Later, readers.
The Vigilante
Today's shuffling song: Hallelujah by Jeff Buckley. Great take on the song.
So, I literally got home. And it is amazing that I even have the energy to write this, because right now I'm beat. I got asked to play at some barbeque for the parents of the school (Yes, I'm a musician, get over it). And I love performing, so I agreed to do it. Being the nice person I am, I even agreed to help clean up afterwards. It was at this point that they told me it was tonight. Yeah, that was the moment that stopped me. You see, my school is somewhere near thirty kilometres from my place, and there's only one bus a day, and that goes right after school. I miss that, and it's a long walk home. But hey, I'd agreed, and I'm a man of my word. So I did the gig, turned out pretty well. Then came the task of getting home. Thankfully, one of the teachers was going my way, so I managed to hitch a ride with them. Lucky, huh? Finally getting a driver's liscense is going to be handy, though.
Later, readers.
The Vigilante
Monday, 5 March 2012
A wavering Red Dwarf
Tuesday, 6th May, 2012, 5:14 pm
Today's shuffling song: Hero by Enrique Iglesias. Yeah, it's a little gay.
Not a bad day today. For once, I actually managed to get a piece of homework in on time and believe me, that's pretty momentous. Bit of a downer today, though. Halfway through literature, The Red Dwarf suddenly dissappeared, claiming she "felt like crap". So, being the nice person I am, I called a toilet break and went to check on her. Word of advice guys, go and check on a girl the next time they go to the sick bay. Major brownie points. Anyway, she had a major headache and, I quote, "was about to projectile vomit across the room". Charming. None the less, I'm posting this to say get better, Red Dwarf, because if you don't, the pain from your constant hitting will soon wear off, and I might have a moment of clarity. Which would be undoubtedly bad for the rest of the world.
Later, readers.
The Vigilante
Today's shuffling song: Hero by Enrique Iglesias. Yeah, it's a little gay.
Not a bad day today. For once, I actually managed to get a piece of homework in on time and believe me, that's pretty momentous. Bit of a downer today, though. Halfway through literature, The Red Dwarf suddenly dissappeared, claiming she "felt like crap". So, being the nice person I am, I called a toilet break and went to check on her. Word of advice guys, go and check on a girl the next time they go to the sick bay. Major brownie points. Anyway, she had a major headache and, I quote, "was about to projectile vomit across the room". Charming. None the less, I'm posting this to say get better, Red Dwarf, because if you don't, the pain from your constant hitting will soon wear off, and I might have a moment of clarity. Which would be undoubtedly bad for the rest of the world.
Later, readers.
The Vigilante
Too little? Too much? I dunno.
I've got to admit, I have no idea how often I should be updating this thing. I mean, I've seen a blog where the person has been updating every twenty seconds to talk about what their three cats are doing (It started getting creepy when it got to mating season), but I've also seen one where the guy running it only posted something on it every six months. True, the stuff he said was so amazingly profound, it made want to shave my head, throw on a sheet and go the way of the monk, but I digress. Look, I'll try and update this every day or two. That seems reasonable, right?
Sunday, 4 March 2012
To quote Garfield....
Mondays. Is there anbody out there who actually enjoys Mondays? I mean, seriously. You spend the weekend sleeping in and doing whatever the hell you want to, And then Monday comes around, and you've got to go to a job, or in my case, that circle of Hell (Yes, that was a Dante reference) that they call school. The first day of the week, and I've got double periods of the three subjects that I least enjoy; Literaute (Hence the Dante), Psychology, and Math. And,. of course, I've forgotten to do the homework for all of them. No wonder my teachers hate me. Still, school does have its benefits. I managed to spend my lunchtime chowing down on sandwhiches and arguing which Nerf gun is better to dual wield, Mavericks or Barricades. Oh, and to my mate, Cripty B, if you're reading this, you know it's the Barricade. Just admit it, man. God, I need a life.
In case you're kind of starting to think of me as just a Nerf nerd, calm down. My mates and I are just (somewhat) regular people. If a little messed up. First off, there's Cripty B, my best friend. His parents are immagrents, though from where I can't remember, but I'm pretty sure his dad is a spy. You know, he's got that lasers of death look. Cripty's an avid comic book man like me, and we often have the arugument of Stan Lee vs. Frank Miller. I say Lee, he says Miller. Then there's the Red Dwarf, who's a girl, and a friend, but she's not my girlfriend, you immature little buggers. She rides horses, and is an artist. I'm hoping that one day, I'll be able to convince her to paint my Nerf guns. She also has a rather painful fondness of hitting me on the head or the nuts. I reckon she believes I'm either too smart or fertile. And finally, the Kemster, the master linguist. He may only be four and a half feet tall at seventeen, and built like a stick (and most of that stick is a giant smile), but don't let that fool you. He's fluent in seven different languages, and is currently learning Japanese for the fun of it. I swear, you just can't be mad at the Kemster. He's constantly smiling. And when I say constantly, I mean it. I've snuck up on him while he was sleeping, and there was still a giant grin on his face.
Anyway, I'm going to go for a swim. Before I sign off, though, I've come up with an idea to keep the masses amused. Every time I post an update, I'm going to put my ipod on shuffle and write down the first song to come up. Today's shuffling song is.... Holy Grail by Hunters & Collectors. Mmm, awesome song. Aussie band, too. If you don't know it, look it up. It's worth it.
Later, readers.
The Vigilante
In case you're kind of starting to think of me as just a Nerf nerd, calm down. My mates and I are just (somewhat) regular people. If a little messed up. First off, there's Cripty B, my best friend. His parents are immagrents, though from where I can't remember, but I'm pretty sure his dad is a spy. You know, he's got that lasers of death look. Cripty's an avid comic book man like me, and we often have the arugument of Stan Lee vs. Frank Miller. I say Lee, he says Miller. Then there's the Red Dwarf, who's a girl, and a friend, but she's not my girlfriend, you immature little buggers. She rides horses, and is an artist. I'm hoping that one day, I'll be able to convince her to paint my Nerf guns. She also has a rather painful fondness of hitting me on the head or the nuts. I reckon she believes I'm either too smart or fertile. And finally, the Kemster, the master linguist. He may only be four and a half feet tall at seventeen, and built like a stick (and most of that stick is a giant smile), but don't let that fool you. He's fluent in seven different languages, and is currently learning Japanese for the fun of it. I swear, you just can't be mad at the Kemster. He's constantly smiling. And when I say constantly, I mean it. I've snuck up on him while he was sleeping, and there was still a giant grin on his face.
Anyway, I'm going to go for a swim. Before I sign off, though, I've come up with an idea to keep the masses amused. Every time I post an update, I'm going to put my ipod on shuffle and write down the first song to come up. Today's shuffling song is.... Holy Grail by Hunters & Collectors. Mmm, awesome song. Aussie band, too. If you don't know it, look it up. It's worth it.
Later, readers.
The Vigilante
The Time Warp has been done
By the way, I should probably mention that, because this site is running on American time zones, It's going to look like I'm a creepy, pale geek who never sleep and posts blogs at four o'clock in the morning. Truth is, down here in Oz, it's about ten past eleven, so, yeah, I'm not a geek. Much.
Welcome, readers!
Greetings, everybody out there! I am The Vigilante, and welcome to the blog! I've got to admit, though, this is my first time running a blog. So, in foresight, I apologize if I think that I've uploaded an update, and I've actually sent out a photo of Santa Claus naked. Which I'm pretty sure would be bad. Unless you have a Santa fetish, which I don't. Anyway, moving on. I get the feeling that I probably ttell you a bit about myself, so here goes. I live in Australia, so sorry to any women anywhere else who fall in love with me (Hey, a guy can dream, right?). At the time of writing this message, I've just started Year Twelve, though what the American equivelent of that is, I've got no idea. It's the one you do when you're eighteen. Um, what else? I live on a farm in the middle of nowhere, I am both a dog and a cat person and yes, I am purposefully not describing what I look like. There is a reason for this, mostly for privacy, but also to give myself a bit of mystery. You know, so you can imagine me as a broad shouldered hunk with long flowing hair. Which I'm mostly not, unless someone pulled some seriously good voodoo since the last time I looked in a mirror. Hm. I'm rambling again. Yeah, that seems to happen a lot, so you might want to get used to it. Anyway, I'm going to wrap it up here, and I hope you enjoy the blog. With any luck, there'll be a Youtube channel to accompiany it soon. I hope.
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