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Australia has a Government now. Apparently…

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Commonwealth Games are on. I’m sick of hearing the Australian anthem because we keep winning so much. Thats why I arranged a few false starts to make things a bit interesting.

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Iran have finished their Russian-funded Nuclear Reactor. The Iranian president (Who’s name sounds roughly like Iminadinnerjacket) declared that if anyone attacks them then the entire world will feel the response.

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In unrelated news *Cough* *Cough* Israel have agreed to a $2 BILLION deal with the US for Rocket Fuel designed for militaristic purposes.

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The End Of The World Is Coming!

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Most year 12 students around the world will be finishing/have just finished their end of semester exams (Dubbed “Mock” Exams in some parts). Expect a spike in the blogosphere as suddenly thousands of teens have inches of spare time to tell the world of little its-and-bits, before having their lives crushed by the end of school exams (TER/HSC/GSCE etc).

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Liverpool FC have new owners – or are soon to have them anyway, along with a soon-to-be new manager, team, and league as they are sitting comfortably in the relegation zone.

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How ironic would it be if mimes held a silence protest march over pay disputes? Oh.

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Firstly, there’s just the normal “General Frustration” anger. The whole “Got up outta the wrong side of bed type anger”. Where for no apparent reason, your grumpy, and you just have an insanely short fuse, the anger generally just bubbles out unexpectedly. Especially when someone says “Got up outta the wrong side of bed I see”. You just wanna smack their face into the photocopier and pin the resultant images on your noticeboard at home as a bit of a trophy. I guess this is typically linked to lack of sleep and stress. But sometimes you can just have bad days. That’s the first type of anger I’m categorising.

Secondly, there is anger that comes as a result of another person – frictional anger. Where you have a person that just ALWAYS gets under your skin. Like that kid in your class who does nothing, distracts the class and frequently interrupts others whilst they are working, and then when you politely ask them to stop, they ignore you or explode at you. Either way, you get annoyed, which in turn results in “frictional anger”. Another example would be a person that behaves in such a way whereby they provoke a reaction from you. Such as you not being able to get to a certain meeting, lesson, or function, and someone who was there deliberately refuses you the information from that session, as you couldn’t be there yourself and therefore it’s your problem. So you go without, and therefore your day is hindered because of that. If that one person could simply have been as kind as to fill you in, you wouldn’t have had the problem in the first place. So you get angry at them. This again, would be what I term as “frictional anger”.

Then there is a type of anger close to my heart – competitive anger. For example, you are in an intense game of soccer (Or football, if you live anywhere other than Australia or America). You are playing well. The ball comes into the box, and you are lining up the shot and you get hauled down from behind by the defender who unfairly marks you. Fair enough, you get a penalty. Not. The referee waves play-on. From there it seems that, although your team plays fairly, the other team can cheat and get away with it, and every little foul you accidentally commit gets harshly punished. You get angry at the referee. This is what I am terming as “Competitive Anger”. I say its close to my heart, because its probably the type of anger I experience most, being a highly competitive person.

There is, of course, moments in my life where I am ashamed to admit where I have experienced murderous anger. I cant really explain what it feels like. But I’ll try, just for your benefit anyway. This cold hard state, is literally that. You are beyond shaking with red-faced rage, you are beyond clenching your jaw, beyond tension in your chest, legs, or arms. You experience an odd sense of calm determination. You see everything clearly. Your breathing well. You have a sense of determination I often wish I had towards my homework – 100% attentive, and utterly determined to finish whatever it is off. Thankfully, I’ve only experienced this once or twice. Also thankfully, I have not killed the person in question.

It’s not nice. I don’t ever want to experience that anger again.

There are other sorts, anger that comes from circumstances out of your control effecting your actions, i.e., traffic making you late for work. There is anger born of jealousy, again something I have experienced a lot lately. Seriously, can you NOT LEAVE HER ALONE! JUST BACK OFF, SHE DOESN’T LIKE YOU, AND FOR THAT MATTER, YOUR ANNOYING EVERYONE ELSE WITH YOUR ACTIONS. ESPECIALLY ME. That sorta anger. There is also anger that comes from personal failure, like not doing well on an assignment you know deep down you should have nailed. Or from not breaking a certain habit that you know is bad for you, but you just keep running back.

At the end of the day though, you have two main choices.

Firstly, you can become someone who goes around letting loose randomly, angrier than Eminem’s music crossed with Bob Katter. Letting things bottle up until suddenly the resultant is more violent than a Mentos in a bottle of Diet Coke, or a piece of sodium in your chemistry teachers petrol tank.

Or, you can use the experiences to train yourself to be better for the next time something occurs. Sure, stuff happens (to murder a popular explicit phrase), but you can always work on things forgotten in the modern era. Things like “Patience”, and “Character”. Whatever happened to moral values such as “Turn the other cheek”, or “Respect your elders”? Whatever happened to the standards of the society in which we live? Surely the decline of the above standards must have something to do with the rising homicide and suicide rates! So work on responding to these situations in a calm, mature fashion. And, sometimes, I know from personal experience, you just wanna explode, so you do. But you know, you don’t earn respect from doing so. You actually earn more of a reputation by showing a willingness to stay calm in difficult situations. Fact is, your more likely to have stronger friendships and relationships if you can learn to roll with the punches, rather than doing the predictable and fighting fire with fire.

So, what way do you want to chose? Will you take the easy path, like everyone else, or maybe is it worth going against the crowd and working on growing up?

I’d be interested in your comments. Seriously, I don’t bite.

That has absolutely nothing to do with the rest of the article, but it probably got you interested. Sneaky, aren’t I?

“So, hows things been?” I don’t hear you ask. I ignore the blatantly obvious and reply politely “Good, and yourself”, as etiquette tells me I should.

I have come to the inevitable conclusion that life, simply, is too busy these days. Assignments. Running out of phone credit from texting too much. Time is relative, or so says Einstein. Tutoring. Getting Tutored. Internet. Media. TV. Election Propaganda. On and on and on it goes. Much like that ice cream truck I was writing about a while back.

Speaking of elections, you just have to laugh, don’t you. Both major parties spend the entire campaign telling you why you shouldn’t vote for the other person, before mumbling “Moving Forward with Real Action” and then shuffling off to nuzzle another baby for the cameras. Now we don’t have any prime minister because no one voted. Probably cos none of them knew how to lead.

Something else that astounds me (no, seriously, it does), is how far some people go to disprove God. Stay with me on this one. Recently in our physics classes we’ve been looking at astrophysics, and the expansion of the universe. AKA, the “Big Bang Theory”. Theory states that there was once an infinitely dense point. From that point, everything started expanding rapidly outwards, and thus formed the universe we find ourselves in today. Now, the really confusing point about this is that no matter where you place yourself in the universe, there isn’t a central point, that is, wherever you are in the universe, everything would be moving away from you. There is no originating point – everything just started generally moving outwards, like a dot on a balloon grows bigger and bigger as you blow it up. I don’t disagree with the whole expansion thing, I think that makes perfect sense. Yet wouldn’t it make sense that if everything expanded from one point, there would be one point where everything is expanding from? Apparently this doesn’t fit with the theory, says the teacher. Bullet hole number one in the coffin if you ask me. A second student then asked “But doesnt that mean that if you stood at the outer edge of the universe, and looked in, then the universe would be moving towards you?”. This student was promptly silenced and then arrested my a military man dressed as GI Joe. But seriously, he has a point – if this theory were real, then shouldnt there be some obvious facts that just fit? Apparently these obvious points are incoherent with the theory and thus do not prove the theory false, just doesn’t help explain it to be true.

Come on guys (and gals, of course) – its pretty obvious why scientists hide behind long winded explanations and large numbers – they’re struggling to find the proof themselves. It just didn’t happen. We were created, end of. Fact is, if they accept that, your suddenly responsible for what you do. I guess that’s why Catholics hide behind “Mysteries” and “The Devil” – they too struggle with responsibility.

“So, does this mean that this is turning into a religeous nutters preaching space?” I now hear you think, after reading my rant above. Well, no, not at all, things will still continue as per normal. That is, if anything I ever say or do is normal.

I’ll leave that for you to judge.

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First, I spill coffee all through the study room. Well, when I say spilled, I mean, coffee didn’t really like being drunk, so it escaped the cup and tried to hide under the carpet. Awesome. Fortunately it’s carpet tiles, so you just pull it up and wash it out. And clearly forget to put it back in again.

Secondly, I want to remind everyone that you need to know what your mouth is saying when your speaking. For example, if your in close proximity to someone of the other gender, and you’re trying to plan your week, then it probably isn’t the best thing to suddenly blurt out “I don’t know whether I want to go out or not”. Well, at least if you do it, don’t do it in front of your year 8 crush. Especially if they ditched you in the first place. Especially if it’s still sorta awkward, even if it happened like 4 years ago. Especially of there’s no-one else there ‘cos your all the other kids in your class are at work experience. Especially if.. you get the point, it isn’t fun.

Anyway, later on in the week, I was convinced to go to the schools concert night. So stupidly, I did. Biggest. Waste. Of. An. Hour. Ever. And Higuain scored a hat-trick. Oh well, I saw the final whistle.

So yeah, it’s been a bit of a shocker.

Moving on, is anyone else sick of the stories about how a person (usually a girl) has been murdered by someone they met on Facebook or MySpace?  I certainly am. I mean, I feel sorry for the parents, it’s a really sad thing to happen, and although I’m nowhere near parent hood (Thank Goodness), I can imagine how they’ll be feeling. Anyway, there’s been a bit of a media storm over the whole thing. You know, there should be screening systems to prevent predators getting on, there should be tighter security settings, so on and so forth. Here’s a suggestion guys, how about NOT ADDING RANDOMS YOU DON’T KNOW IN THE FIRST PLACE? I mean like, how stupid must you be to chuck up a suggestive picture of yourself, add random 47 year olds who just HAPPEN to be interested in EXACTLY the same hobbies as you (Yeah, cos all 47 year olds can’t get enough of Justin Bieber!), and after all THAT agree to go camping in some obscure forest so far away from Civilisation that no ones  ever heard of, without telling anyone? I mean, it’s hardly a surprise that you get killed dead, is it?

I know this has been somewhat of a negative blog, but some people need to just stop and think, maybe for 5 seconds, just what’s going on in the world. Surely it ain’t that difficult!

*SIGH*

Anyway, that’s why they invented weekends. Who are they exactly? Well, historical records are vague, but there are a few strong rumours. Some say it was the Roman Empire, Nero, Caesar, or someone like that. Other reports suggest that it was the Unions, when they had the balance of power in the mid 70’s, but we can EXCLUSIVELY reveal, that the weekend dates back to when the Jonas Brothers wanted to start up a radio show, but were too busy to do it during the week. With the overwhelming support of their fans, the Labour Party (Kev will do anything for a vote these days) and confusingly the Bafana Bafana, who thought that it might give them a better chance of qualifying from the group stages, they lobbied a petition to the High Court, which was rejected, then the UN, which was also knocked back, so they appealed to the people who organise the Logies, who conveniently had more power than both put together.

And the rest, they say, is history.

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Ok.. so the FIFA World Cup is on at the moment. I’m stoked, being an Arsenal supporter, I’m supporting the dutch (RvP!!). Its a great time to watch all our other players warm the bench, and see all the world class players that we wont be buying. To be fair, I’m really liking the new Away Kit though, yet not much consolation…! Anyway – Other than the ref’s shocker the other night, it’s been a really good world cup. For me it’s going to come down to who can best control the ball, not who plays the nicest looking football.

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6:42 – Pick myself up off the floor, shuffle to bathroom.

6:45 – Realise I don’t have my school uniform. Run around the house attempting to find something suitable

6:50 – Jump into shower. Floor is slippery, fall over and hit my head on the floor.

6:52 – Go to laundry to find bandages.

6:55 – Finally get into the shower

7:25 – Get out of the bathroom, go to bedroom to pack bag.

7:26 – Realise I dont have any idea where my bag is. Run around the house trying to find it.

7:30 – Find bag. Throw items haphazardly into bag and run for the car.

7:40 – Get out of car, get into school bus, where the phrase “Welcome to the Monkey House” comes to mind.

7:41 – Avoid all the annoying midgets up the front of the bus who’s life ambition is to find amusement in tripping over kids who are getting on the bus, or hitting them hard in very private parts, all of which the bus driver ignores. My suspicions are (s)he’s one of them.

8:40 – Get off bus. Realise that I didn’t have breakfast. Again. Explains why I’m so hungry.

8:45 – Unpack all my stuff for the day, half of which is torn, broken, or dripping wet due to my erratic packing routine.

9:00 – Teacher FINALLY walks into the room. Quickly switch tabs from my school work to Gmail/News Now/Solitare so that it appears normal.

11:00 – Recess. Finally. Felt like ages. Time to do something stupid.

11:20 – Come back inside with the dread of a possible detention hanging over my head, maybe we should have stopped after the 6th time we put the firecrackers in the staff room.

11:21 – Dismiss my fears after remembering that the teachers all suffer from alzheimer’s.

12:50. Lunch. Awesome. Time to hang with my homies and do… Nothing. As per normal. Gee. Lunch. Is. Fun. Wish Every day was as riveting as this.

1:30 – Come in from lunch. Prepare myself for my final Sleep Sesh of the day.

3:10 – Wake up and pack up all my gear. Make a mad dash for the school bus, only to remember that most of the good seats will still be there as most of the school has the average IQ of Paris Hilton combined with the reaction speed of a rock.

4:00 – Get home, un-pack, pretend to do work for the next 3 hours.

7:00 – TV till dinner.

10:30 – Bed.

REPEAT x Infinity.

Yet of late, so many things have come to my attention, like the fact I need to cut my nails, or that the mascot for the West Coast Eagles isn’t actually a large, fluffy relative of Aloysius Snuffleupagus, but a person in a large Eagle costume. But the massive issue that must be raised is the unprecedented power that Iceland has over the world.

“WHAT?!”, I hear you scream. “But HOW?!” Cries another person. “LOOK, MUFFINS!” shouts a third person, who is ignored by most and promptly smacked over the head with a large wad of paper.

Well, just calm down and read on my fellow felons. Around about 2 years ago, the economy of said country crashed. This lead to the prompt spasming of New Yorks Wall Street, or what the average common or garden person would call the “Global Financial Crisis”. Businesses world wide randomly slashed jobs, unnecessary costs, and competitors tyres. Certain economies recovered quicker than others, yet doubtless many countries were badly shaken by such an incident.

Back in Icelands war-room, The prime minister and his evil cronies had a little chuckle, before conference calling the environmental minister.

A short few months after, the Global Economy finally regained its footing and started to climb once again, somewhat resembling something between a new toddler beginning to walk for the first time, and a drunken Brendan Fevola stumbling out of the pub after Brownlow Medal night.

Then, BAM! Iceland made their next move. The environmental minister of Iceland typed in the security code, removed the plastic casing, and pressed the large glowing red button. Suddenly Mount Vladmir Eyjafjallajökull EXPLODED! into one of the most dramatic fireworks display the world never wanted to see. European Air Traffic was suddenly as panicked as a Pre-School Teacher passing a lolly-shop on a school excursion.

And the rest, they say, is self explanatory. Or something. Or history.