Summer

Well, I think I'll just do the same as last year, and not think too much in the meantime.

The results are in...

My exam results, for those of you who might be curious, are:

French Written: 14/20
French Oral: 17/20
TPE: 18/20

Needless to say I'm pleased. The mere fact that it has got me round to posting should tell you.

Which means that so far my total is 78/80, and here's why:
Both French exams have a coefficent of 2, so that's (14*2+17*2)/(20*2+20*2) which is 62/80, and TPE, because it is an option (albeit a compulsory one) is entirely a bonus, with a coefficient of 2 for all points above 10 (18-10 = 8 so I get 8, coefficient 2, 8*2 = 16). So that's an extra 16 points towards my total, "for free", hence (62+16=78) 78/80, which is a rather good start. Although next year there are no more bonus points.

10 reasons why I'm not terribly convincing.

- Most of what I write is a walking paradox, including that.
- I don't write nearly regularly enough to be taken seriously.
- My humour isn't nearly universal enough, and I overdo it a lot.
- I don't care enough to take the time to explain problems fully enough for people who don't already know about it to become interested.
- I afford my readers far too much unattainable insight.
- When quoting, I'm too pedantic when it's not important.
- When quoting, I'm not sufficiently pedantic when it does matter.
- I'm not nearly modest enough.
- I write "ten reasons".
- Whatever
- I can't count.

The Be(a)st

666
6.6.6
2006-06-06.
Whatever.
You all know what I'm talking about, although I must admit exactly what was supposed to happen I'm not sure, this is another case of several different rumours.
Last tuesday.
I'll keep this succinct because I'm very hungry.
What must they have been thinking for the entire month of june in 1966? Well, a few West Germans must have been scared when England won the world cup...( although zat vass Yuly I peleaf.) Or in 1066? Battle of Hastings, anyone? (Although I'm not sure if at the time they called it 1066, or again if that was necessarily june (georgian calendar's more recent I think - speaking of which what happens if you use a different calendar? end of the world and you don't even know it! hm... Also, again I'm a litle hazy on this but that doesn't matter because I'm so unbelievably right about this anyway (proof = I am alive to write this), I think it says in Revelations that 666 is "the number of the Beast"... what the hell? I hope some farmer somewhere got bitten by his sheep marked #666 just for the fun of it... I think God might be a little less predictable than just using the date, which is an approximation anyway. Whatever happened to Infinte Wisdom?))
Come on people, this is nothing special.
Besides, at the time of the writing of the Bible, they used Roman numerals so "Six hundred three score and six" (as it says in my version of Revelations) would have been written DCLXVI (500 + 100 + 50 + 10 + 5 + 1 ; notice how that's one of each (apart from M (1000)). So I think I'll get scared when the date is DCLXVI, because that would be special.
It's no big deal!
And what would you say had humans had evolved (yes that did happen) only having 8 fingers? That way we would have a whole different system of counting and 6/6/6 would have happened ages ago. Or if we had only thought of counting on 1 hand? 6 would even exist!
Uch, woo-woo land can be fun, but not when taken so damn seriously. Reason and science- they work! And there's no denying it... you can read, can't you?

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^^

suggestivism...

Fuck, no matter how much I try I can't get that to look quite right!

HAHA

One of the most genuinely entertaining msn conversations I've ever had (especially because I had a headache). Now, for the sake of keeping it kinda special or whatever, I'm not going o give you all of it, just the absolute number one higlight.

- S+eph - We live in an age obssessed with success says:

so why do you hate french so much?

- S+eph - We live in an age obssessed with success says:

don't you, um... live in france?

@£€% // St. Jimmy says:

yes

@£€% // St. Jimmy says:

"absence makes the heart grow fonder" ... therefore by inverse extension, spending too much time with someone makes you sick of them. i've spent my entire life around french people, so i hate them. but don't ell them i said that

- S+eph - We live in an age obssessed with success says:

awww. what a shame.

- S+eph - We live in an age obssessed with success says:

...

- S+eph - We live in an age obssessed with success says:

i see what you mean though.

Some things I think (Nothing Else Matters)

Right, serious post now.

Not just random anything, but still most things that just go through my mind while I listen to rock music, so be warned. Free typing or something. I had some ideas for something to say, which I can still remember so here goes....

I realised posts were getting a little spaced out in time, so here's one to read in the meantime, a sort of update on generally what's been happening to me, while I think of somehting I really want to say. I could have mentioned what happened during the holidays, like going GeoCaching with Alain and my dad in the Doubs, getting 20 in three days (Excellent, we beat our total for one day in France (it's now 8, 2 better than before)) and seeing loads of snow and generally having a great weekend. Then the following weekend was my uncle's wedding, so I had to go out and get a suit, which made me look very classy indeed. That whole weekend over in London was really good, because I got to see my Grandparents again (they're at that age where every time you see them might be the last), and lots of new extended family who are all really nice, although we're having a hard time working out exactly what they are in relation to me. My mum's brother's wife's brother = ??? And I met up with Nat for a chat, which was great despite the stupid rhyme. And dad broke his record for most caches in one day anywhere, now it's 12 (!), including the travel bug hotel near Stansted. Then after a week of vaguely homeworking (teachers seem to have forgotten about that *again*) and missing Tamara, there was the Artefacts festival, where I saw Kagerou, who were awesome. Now I know how french-speakers feel when they listen to most music (ijn english) - I couldn't understand a word, and had it not being obviously Japanese it would have sounded like Greek to me. After them was Less Than Jake, who are definitely worth it live (never been terribly impressed by the records, but these guys know how to party). Finally it was the Dropkick Murphys, on the last date of their Warrior's Code European Tour. What can I say? They really went for it. I bought a T-shirt. Drinks were pretty cheap too. It's surprising how many big-name bands actually bother to come to Strasbourg. All in all a pretty nifty 18 days' holiday. And then was the school party (finally) on Thursday. This was extra cool because I got to pay nothing and bluff a free drink! Oh and the bands were all really good, even though we screwed up our best song for no obvious reason and I was too loud (the typical problem). And this weekend I saw some really good movies, like Donnie Darko and American Beauty (must get round to finding out about American Brains - related? got to be really) and the new version of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, which was better than I had expected. Plus cricket on Sunday, which was good (perfect weather), first game of the season. I still haven't got round to playing properly, but I had a good catch-up chat with friends, and played mini-cricket with Alfie, who's now the 3 years old and phenomenally cute and well-behaved. And bloody strong. Today was my Mock French (written) Bac. 4 hours of insincere bluffing about some very good texts that we are forced to butcher horribly (<~~ "redondance, soit une acculmuation révelatrice d'une émotion forte"- see what I mean?). BUt otherwise, things are running pretty smoothly.

Et voilà, not quite what i had intended (that's what you get with improv though), leave lots of comments people!

Muslims in Orbit

From JREF's Swift, because I just had to, this is so great:

Next year, we’re told, Malaysia will be sending a Muslim astronaut into space via the Russian space program. This poses several tricky problems for the Malaysian government's efforts to promote what it calls “Islam Hadhari,” or civilized Islam. This variation encourages Muslims to embrace education, science and technology. About equality for women and such other basics, we’re not told…

Consider the busy day of an astronaut, and know that a Muslim on board the space station will be confounded by the fact that he experiences more than a dozen sunrises and sunsets within each 24 hours, each event requiring that an appropriate prayer be offered. He’ll be very busy. And, since Muslims always wash before they pray, and water is a precious substance in space, attempting to wash up is also expensive and impractical, especially in weightlessness, where the water will be distributed all over the place.

Even before facing those difficulties, facing Mecca – essential for prayer – will be pretty tough in zero-gravity, and may lead to catastrophic spinning of the devotee as he tries to keep pointing toward a rapidly-moving target below.

As reader Andrew Williams comments, “It appears that Muslims might have to evolve in their views regarding life in space. Unfortunately, evolution runs against the grain in most religions.”

Progress has its penalties…

I'm not entirely sure Mohammed would approve, although I have a bit of an idea what he might look like...

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Ah holidays...
As he lays...
Happy days...
Thinking of all the ways...
things could be worse...
That's what he'll do first...
Then be glad
That he's not sad.
Yeah!

Again and repeatedly
Easter bunny is eating me
Radiator is heating me.
Loud music is hitting me.
Nothing to do and it's great.
Total initiative innovative reiterative.

Blogorrhea

Yes, that is a word, based on Logorrhea (not sure if I've spelt that correctly, plus this google spellcheck is a Yankee), by the way. And yes Logorrhea, before you ask, is also a real word. Look it up. It means excessive outpourings of verbiage (verbal diarrhea (again with the spelling), if you like (who is sick enough to like that idea???)). Chatter chatter chatter natter. Mad as a hatter. ratter. not a word but it should be. splatter. yuck. hazaa the wonders of infinitude!

Revolution!

Well, today saw more action in the glorious struggle against the oppressors. There was a successful blockade of the 2 main entrances round the front of school, which meant we had to walk all the way round to the back to get in. There was no way they could ever block that one, what with
a) the police looking menacing
b) almost every able-bodied member of staff (except those on strike) getting in the way
c) the fact that those doors will probably survive WW3.

And at lunch they (admin) put on a barbecue in the courtyard, and brought out the stereo (playing some good stuff, too), so people who didn't want to go outside didn't have to. Plus the weather was really nice. On the whole quite a nice time really. I felt sorry for the stupid sods sitting in front of the gates looking ridiculous and getting cold in the permanent shade of the buildings accross the street. As for lessons, they were really relaxed, there were presicely 7 (5 then 2) of us in German class, out of a usual 20 -odd (10ish then 10ish). Overall, as I said, a good day. Thursday and Friday are rumoured to be big days for the demos AGAIN (you'd think they'd get the point after a while, WE AREN'T BLOODY LISTENING!), all I know is that I have plenty of work to do tomorrow afternoon (yeah, the teachers seem to have all woken about that at the same time) for Thursday and Friday, and I don't want my efforts spoiled by sodding cancellations. Oh who am I kidding of course I want it all cancelled!

In other news, I've recently discovered www.therockradio.com, which is really good, with no adverts or azerts or qwerts or anything. So go listen to that!

Blasphemy, a blast for me.

Hehe here's a joke:

ME:

When I grow up, I'm going to force my way into power and found the Fourth Reich, and I will exterminate all the Jews and 1 clown.


ANYONE I TELL THIS TO:

Why 1 clown?


ME:

See, nobody cares about the Jews!

Disclaimer: I am not a nazi. I mean, sure it would be good if there were a few fewer clowns around, but that's as far as this goes. Although it is sad how often people fall for it.

I don't want to be too soppy about this, but it's sick how used to this sort of shit people are.
Desensitized to evil, eh?

I've met God and She was black.

Limericks

To lighten the mood in these trying times (sounds like he 70's or something), here's Something Completely Different I wrote back in 4eme in English class and got 10/10 for:

There was an old teacher of French,
Who always slept on a bench.
His teeth were black, and covered with plaque;
That nasty old teacher of French.

At the time I believe that one was based on real-life evidence.

There was a young man of Bahrain,
who wanted to jump from a plane.
He went to Iraq, but never came back;
That silly young man from Bahrain.

CPE / Party on! (NOT) / I Predict A Riot.

Well, where to start with this one eh?

The beginning, obviously, but how far back do I go? Because

"first there were the dinosaurs, but they all got big and fat and all died out, and then The Arabs came and they all bought Mercedes-Benzes..."

I'll work from now and go backwards.

The school party was meant to be this evening, right now in fact. But it has been cancelled. Or at least, postponed. Which is a shame, because it was going to be a lot of fun for all involved.

*All the above was Thursday 23rd, when my Internet connection sort of decided to die out on me.*

Now it's Sunday, and Friday has happened. Oh and Saturday too but nothing much happened to this then.

This is all about this messy CPE business.

There are several things that need talking about here. What is the CPE? What do people think about it and what are they doing? What does that mean for me?

Oh dear oh deary me, it seems I've started writing as if it were for the Bac. Or something. Shit.

CPE stands (at the moment and in this context) for Contrat Première Embauche (or Emploi, whichchangess the meaning completely, but no-one seems able to agree which it is. That happens a lot in this story (For yes, it is a story!).)
Now, here are thecharacteristicss of this thing, as they have been told to me over the last few weeks by various people and papers and such:
with this contract, an employer can fire an employee:
-for no reason
-for any reason, even ones clearly outlawed by various working laws (like racism and sexism and them)
-with no warning
-with two weeks' warning
-with noindemnitiess
-withindemnitiess (2 months' pay)
-with indemnities (2 months' pay and unemployment benefits for 4 months after that)
-with indemnities (7 months' pay)
-the employeereceivess no pay until the end of the 2-year contract so if they get fired before that they get no money errr...Noo, this is clearly bollocks.Thee way pay works is that every month you get your salary.Thee person who told me this seems to be a quite an induhvidual)
-this contract only applies to companies with fewer than 20 employees
-this contract only applies to companies with more than 20 employees
-this contract only applies to people without their Bac.
-this contract applies to everyone, or will eventually, regardless of age or diplomas
-this contract only applies to people under the age of 26
-this contract only applies to people under the age of 26 and above the age of 18
-this contract is alreadyenforceablee law
-this contract is not yetenforceablee law and is yet to go through Parliament
-this contract is being reviewed

I feel I need not go on. Just that little list shows that mass hysteria and exaggeration has set in, rendering the whole argument pointless, because the facts have been completely ignored (by both pro- and anti- parties alike).

Whatever the case may be in all of those variables, it all comes down to this:

In France, until recently, it was very hard to fire people, because of the way things (don't) work here as regards economy generally. All this new contract is going to change is the fact that France will now be set up exactly the same as the rest of the world, which is going to happen anyway, sooner or later, because of the globalization of Good Ideas.
Under the old system, as I say, it was virtually impossible to fire people for Being A Dolt. Now, itis goingg to be a lot easier. This will shift the useless people out of the cushy life-long employment (as opposed to career, which implies progress) and get them to work harder to keep their jobs and thus make things improve. It's basically going to filter better workers into better jobs more easily. Which is a Good Thing.

What it ISN'T is a huge conspiracy by the Government to try and force even more young people into poverty, as the latest propaganda would have onebelieve. Itt is exactly the opposite. It is destined to replace endless scattered stages with actual previous work experience credit that goes on you CV saying "this person is not a useless twit". The only change I might make would be to reduce the probation time to one instead of two years, but that's just me. I'm not the Government, however, and I haven't asked lots of reputable economists, because I'm just a lazy sod. I like a challenge though, so I reckon on the whole it is a good idea.

It seems, however, that I am in a minority in this (Well, no, actually, because Parliament voted this thing through (albeit (apparently) by using somewhat dubious by-passes to get it done quicker (Good Thing again, though)) and therefore the majority like it, because that's the way democracy works. It's the Left's own silly fault the Right got in at the last election because they're all too divided into thirteenMickeyy-mouse joke parties all saying they're purest and all getting knocked out after the first round of the badly-designed elections).
There have been demonstrations going off Left, Right and Centre (literally, even the fonctionnaires have been threatening this (somewhat ironically if you know anything about anything)). And it's not like usually when there's one and then everyone tells the people who disagree "look mate you're wrong we're right this is a good idea and just deal with it and shut up". Oh no, this is being done "properly". They really aren't giving up. Really, next Tuesday it's the transport people.(I don't reckon they should have the right to go on strike, but of course, I'm wrong.)
And of course, in the standard way, it's all been going horribly wrong. Cities are being torn up by this thing, especially Paris. It reminds of the problems they had at the end of last year (what the hell happened to that news item eh?). It seem typically French at the moment (please correct me) to just burn cars and smash windows whenever you're displeased (like the dock-workers in Strasbourg about a month (?) ago).

My experience (of course) of it all is mainly with the students, who will be most affected by the change (That's another part of it all - this new thing constitutes a Change, and regardless of the fact that it is a Good One, People tend to fear Changes generally and thus dislike them.). The main talk of last week was about the Occupation of the University.They totally trashed the place. Which of course makes them look unbelievably credible and intelligent in the eyes of the important people. There was also the sad news of the death of one guy I used to eat lunch with last year, who turned out to be a heroin addict (you really couldn't tell) who OD'd. At least, that was the best guess around on the news, but because they stopped talking about it before the autopsy reports were published (that evening), no-one really knows for sure (again with the rumours in this affair) how he died. They just found him in the halls of the University one morning, stone dead. No needle marks either, which makes it even more interesting for the journalist scum.

At my school, there have been several big(ish) events in the past weeks. Usually, the place basically runs itself (luckily, too because our Gestapo are seriously understaffed, which is now showing), but this impending doom that is better work for better workers seems to have gotten several personsmostt agitated.

On Friday of last week (17th) There was yet another of these demos going off outside, and accordingly theadministrationn, fearing for the safety of both students and property, locked the gates so that no-one that wasn't supposed to could get in. Everyone who was supposed to already had. The reverse side of the coin was that no-one could get out. That wasn't too much of a problem, though,becausee no-one in their right mind would want to and no-one really needed to...

(Being continued Sunday 2nd April)

Except, of course, there just had to be one person who really wanted to get out (of her mind). She's one of those arty types. Yes I do realise what I just said. Duh. Now comes a bit with several different versions, and I'll tell you all of them and you can take your pick.
- So she goes and writes a sign that says "Locked in" / "I am locked in" (I'm not sure, I heard both. That doesn't make a huge difference but the punctuation would and I wasn't told what it was... go figure)
- So she starts writing a text of some kind (not sure again, this was from a teacher, do with that what you will.)
- So she does both of the above and starts shouting.
-ditto without the shouting.

(Anybody sympathise with the confusion I'm feeling as regards establishing facts to base an opinion on?)

In any case, the headmistress found out and disapproved. Again, where she was at the time varies from standing write next to the incident to completely away from the school. In any case, no matter what the variables, the stupident was expelled for 2 (or 3, depending) days. This of course upset quite a few of her friends, and quite a few people who didn't have a clue. So on came the "silent protest", white arm bands and all. Although, come to think of it,itt wasn't really all that "silent". They really made quite a racket in lunch. I almost couldn't hear myself being skeptical. If they had offered me a torn piece of lab-coat I'd have blown my nose in it, but they had noticed me in my corner of friends trying to tell them that one shouldn't do politics in school and that provoking the administration like that was just foolish, so they left me alone. The menacing growls helped a bit, too.

That was Monday 20th. On theTuesday came the proper demos in school. I don't know exactly who it was or how many of them there were, but reports suggest less than 50, just shouting a bit loudly, sitting in the courtyard singing and walking around the halls disrupting classes a bit. I don't care, I was being a good law-abiding (hey we did sign the rules!Aa promise is a promise) student. Plus now we'll get loads of sympathy points for the difficulty it caused as we tried to concentrate on the geography test. Bonus. So that lasted about an hour altogether, and simultaneously (see what wonderful words you can speel if you just pay attention in class and read a bit? I rest my case) (yes I did mean to spell "speel", it's Dutch for "play" ...Gett it? haha) on the other side of the building were the real demos against the CPE and the government generally, so it was sort of stereo-effect. Pretty loud. Pretty pathetic. Pretty ugly.

Wednesday went down without too much real trouble (come on, you don't really expect people to annoy a school for only a half-day, do you? Plus they were all shagged out from beating up cops (you should see the injury statistics!) the previous day, they need a break now and then and in between. Not easy being on strike.).
Thursday was when it started actually affecting me, and for "affecting" read "bloody well annoying". Some idiots went around town advertising (putting signs up and all, apparently) the fact that our school was having a party that evening and inviting everyone to come gatecrash. Admin found out and cancelled the party for fear of safety issues, because they hadn't thought of hiring Securitas or someone, and the only thing between the masses and the classes would have been a few teachers. So good call, best of a bad situation crap and rather irritating.

Friday we were all a bit quieter again (again, can't expect them to express their opinions violently 2 days in a row now can we? I mean it's not like they actually believe in it or anything is it? Plus nobody works Fridays nowadays (which reminds me of that Japanese Ambassador in Paris who made an official offer of 6 billion Yen for theFrenchh to give Japan the secret to getting 35 hours into a single day) so they can hardly go on strike then.) Then it was the weekend, when everyone needs their lie-in of course. That's the trouble with France, we're all too lazy (seriously, I should write sometime about Sunday lunch/Dinner in this country). Hence people fearing for their jobs if it's slightly easier to fire them for being lazy. See, this all fits together eh? The only thing of note was the pathetic attempt at a blockade put up by the anti-s. Which got mowed down by us lot who were much less disciplined about "make peace not war". I say set the pace not bar, or something. There were at least two reasonably serious injuries, which is not bad considering the number of people involved (this means either: there were so few that 2 is a fair share to make it seem impressive, or their were so many that only 2 is a relief that it wasn't worse). I can tell you some poor hippy's short-sharp-four-letter-interjection vocabulary was somewhat expanded in the thirty seconds it took me to push through. There were all gone by 10 past 8 anyway. Oh and they keep having their stupid General Assemblies, all 50 of them, hey really are cute thinking they're all big and stuff and coming to decisions and stuff. Aw...

So Monday came around again, and in the evening it is announced that because Marc Bloch University, having been invaded, had voted to invade our school (we've made a bit of jealousy recently with the publishing of our Bac. results in the local paper, and the poor turn-out to riots, amongst other things), lessons would be cancelled all day Tuesday. Hey, I'm not cmplaining, my attitude towards the whole situation is "It's a fuck-up, it'll sort itself out eventually, in the meantime... MILK IT!" So Tuesday was fun. Again, wednesday-thursday same deal as before, cool-off time, plus the weather wasn't terribly great. (Apart from TPE of course, but I'm sick of that so I probably won't mention it any more than that, except maybe to say that all these days of cancelled school are moving everybody else's around and I'm just glad mine's over!)

Friday, however, was interesting. Ten o'clock comes around and a huge crowd forms at the front gate. It's the demo, of course, come to invade. So we close the gates. Then the hippies have their sit-down. I counted (oh yes, that's how few they were, countable from close up), there were exactly 47 of them at their most numerous stage.Now they had this sign up, saying "Résistance", which was big, but it wasn't terribly clever, because it led to quite a bit of confusion as to their position. Clearly they were being annoying and generally in-the-way, but who it was aimed at wasn't entirely obvious. Were they resisting the evil fascist government and the CPE, or were they resisting the invasion (like everyone else, who were being much more effective just standing up), or both? Feeling provocative, I would have loved to have had signing-making equipment on me right there to write out "Collaboration over here" or something.. But I am too much of a "don'tgiveafuckist" to be that prepared, and I resent myself for it. Keeps me safe though. So after that escalated a bit, with lots of silly shouting, admin decided to pull the plug. After all, they could hardly let us back into the building (oh yes, they had EVACUATED, sirens and all) now that we were all out and stuff. Too dangerous really. So school was cancelled for the rest of the day. Fun fun fun. Second time in a week.

Now, Monday 3rd April, there is much talk of school being cancelled again tomorrow as well. The plan apparently is for the Marc Bloch Uni lot to come round and barricade the gates properly, with planks of wood and things. Big heavy things. Which will have to be pretty impressive if it's to work. Entirely illegal of course. So if the police get called again (oh yeah, apparently it got quite a bit worse out in the street after I scarpered (hey, I am in no physical condition to start getting into brawls yet) off on that Friday), I have at least two teachers' express recommendation to "stay the hell away". So I've sent out plenty of requests to friends to send me txts and call me BEFORE I leave tomorrow if it turns out that would be pointless. Oh yeah, my maths teacher's on strike (despite Chirac's improvement of the law, which he had said would be enough to convince him, the lying rotter), so I get the morning off. Yeah, start at 10 usually, but if he's not there, that means I start at one (you see, MILKING IT) in the afternoon. Life is sweet. Plus the geography teacher's off on jury-duty for TPE, which means of my 6 hours I'm meant to have tomorrow, only 2 are still happening (1-2 german and 4-5 french), so it'll be no big loss if I don't go at all. And the rest, (apart from the funny spelling sometimes which is a glitch in the spell-checker, i've just realised, so anything wrong I can blame on that because it is the truth), as they, say, is history. Or at least, it will be.

Incompletence

Oh well so much for talking about the people I met. Don't really think it was that interesting. Nor was complaining about how great Club Med was. I'm starting to get used to this Life thing (is that a bad thing?). As it goes.

In the nicetime, all is well in Alexland. Still very easily tired, and it's not just because I'm sixteen. Turns out this meningitis doesn't just go away on it's own. Well, it sort of does, but it leaves its mark. And I don't mean a little wash-off stain, this is tattoo-like permanence. But it could have been a lot worse, so I don't really mind. Plus teachers are all really understanding about it (!) and they're really pleased with how I've been coping.

That was all I had to say, I'll probably post about the school party that's on thursday, if only just to keep that promise. No really, because I should at least say how perfect my drumming was (/will be?).

Some Like It Hot...

Wow do I love snowboarding!!!

Although I now officially hate skiers. Was almost killed/maimed several times per day. Watch where you put your sticks people!!!

)re( Learnt a bunch of tricks, including 360 slopespins (could already do them) bs/fs, which are really fun, although a little dizzying. Next was nose-/tail- turns, again both fs/bs, which is even more dizzying because it involves more complicated edge-switching and fakiness. Also ollies and now nollies (which I actually reckon are easier... call me weird.) Another fun thing was nose and tail presses (or wheelies or manuals or whatever you want to call them). Noses presses were less impressive because the acceleration I got wasn't too obvious, and I couldn't quite keep my balance for long, but I almost took off from my tail. Went very near that dangerous place known as Out Of Control. Mental board-bending-and-busting fun. And lastly the ultimate in beginner freestyling, the frontside 180 (and of course switch too).

The people were great too, more about them later...

And Club Med, again I'm getting kicked off now so I'll write it some other time in the week, and again again I have stuff to say about the week hwich might make it here too...

The 2 Ronnies

This is my second favourite of their sketches (After "four candles = 'andles for forks"). Not that you care about how I rank things, but it's still funny and I wish to lighten the mooned. Also, its the only excuse one could possibly have for using fuckwit txtspk:

Swedish made simple: Im de Restaurant.

L O

L O

R U B C ?

S V R B C

F U N E X ?

S V F X

F U N E M ?

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I can't remember Z rest, but U get Z point. And if you don't, read it again.

I wander out where you can't see...

ALEX IN WONDERLAND.

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WTF?!

I honestly have no idea why I just did that. (see below)

It's not the sort of thing I really like (much).

I'm just bored.

Really that's all there is to it.

I think I'll go watch Wayne's World II (Excellent!)

Party on.