Sometimes I wonder.

Sometimes I wonder when the last time you spoke to me was,

Like really spoke to me.

But then it makes me so sad so I sit and brood instead.

Just goes to show.

It just goes to show. No matter how hard you try there is always someone better than you.
You will never be the best.
So, I found out today that I in fact am not Top of subject for Hospitality. Now, I'm not usually one to care about grades or awards but this year I decided to really try with my Hospitality work and of such, I found out about a month ago that I was top of subject.

This spurred me on to maintain my high grade in that subject so when the next assignment came up I was ready and rearing to go and Honestly I thought I nailed the assignment.

Yet, Out of me and the other girl, She is now top of subject, No award for me, no award night. Not even any congratulations because once again I come second to a girl who wouldn't know Mirepoix to Mascarpone.
Why do I even try?

Angry rant blog

I'm so sick of all of this.
I need to get out of this town. There is absolutely nothing good about it.
The people don't like me. I fail at school. Work is tedious and boring.
The whole place is full of the scum of the earth. The kind of which should not deserve to live.

I can't wait to get out.

Hell.
I should just leave and not come back.

On the downward spiral

"On the downward spiral"

See, That's the trouble with you, kid. You always can make the first line but never stick around to finish the story.

I've never been good at this. The whole "understanding my feelings thing". Just, Everything seems to be on the downward spiral again, No matter how hard I try and try again, I just will give up and crash like every other time.

What really gets me is it doesn't make any sense, Things couldn't be better, I love my job and get plenty of work, I have a amazing girlfriend, my grades are, well, decent and I'm back at school and paying more attention and trying harder than ever.
So why do I feel so damn pessimistic about the whole thing?

My life is good, yet I never seem to be happy. Am I just that imprinted over the years that I just can't be content with things being "good" for once?
Goddammit, Just listen to me, None of this helps. It's the snowball effect, the bad feelings keep getting worse so you feed them, getting bigger and bigger, stronger and stronger but at some point all of them will all crash at the bottom of the hill.
The low point.

Wow, I really have to get myself out of this bind.

PAA

She's amazing.

TV advertising

The clock read 1:46am, Jen awoke drawing the drool back into her mouth. It took a while for her to work out what was going on. Oh that’s right; she had been working on her media assignment. Last week all the students in her class were tasked to design the concept for a fantasy movie. She was stumped for ideas. Jen checked her phone, but she had no new messages. Last night she had texted her friends hoping for ideas. Nothing they said had helped. Sighing, she slumped onto the table.

That’s when she noticed it. Down the hall she crept through the dark. To a room she hadn’t noticed before, the door slightly ajar, inside she went. There was nothing inside except an old style TV, sitting on a milk crate. The odd thing about the TV was that instead of displaying old black and white films about the masculine guy rescuing the damsel you commonly find on daytime TV. It displayed a high definition ad about some product. Stepping forward Jen switched up the volume.

From deep within the back of the TV came a sound, it was a very over excited man who exclaimed
“CREATIVE JUICE proudly presented to you from the folks down at Paradigm Industries!”
“One small bottle of this fantastic liquid could change your life, for the better. Inside this tiny jar are the ingredients that you need to create, imagine, design, anything you want”

As the man continued to ramble on and on about how brilliant their product is, Jen slowly began to grow tired. Just she just heard the man say “Let your creative juices flow!” There was a knock on the door behind her and it shut. Rushing to find out what it was Jen found nothing; expect a small bottle simply labelled “Creative Juice”
“Huh” She said to herself “Well, Here goes nothing”

And with three gulps she drank the entire bottle down. Feeling no different Jen went to leave the room but as she grasped the door handle she fainted. Behind her the TV was still going and one last statement was heard before it turned itself off.

“Beware, Effects are only temporary and do not last any long than 10 hours.”

Jen awoke in her bed. Tossing and turning she complained about getting up. Suddenly, she shot up, thoughts of her dream in her mind. She raced downstairs yet there was no door to be found. After coming to the realisation it must have just been a dream. Jen set off to school, her feet heavy as she walked because her draft was due today.

On the way to school, Jen started whistling a tune she’d never heard before and as she entering the corner store whistling the same tune it was so catchy that soon everyone else was too. Needless to say, a little freaked out, she left in a hurry.

In first period, English, Jen wrote a short story. The teacher, Mr Hilliard, thought it was so brilliant he decided to have it entered into the regional writer’s competition. Jen was usually never any good at story writing.

In Art, Jen drew and painted a surrealist piece for their assessment that she received an A+ on the spot. She had been failing art up until that point.

Then, At lunch while sitting in her friends she told a joke, so funny that it caused two of her friend to fall off the bench and one of them to wet herself. Odd, due to the fact Jen never was that funny.

Thought the day more and more events like this happened. It wasn’t till her best friend turned to her and said “Oh, Jen, You’re so creative.” That she realised, the creative juice must has been real. She ran off to last period in a hurry. She was going to present her movie concept of the top of her head, with the creative juice. She could do anything.

Jen’s name was called and she wandered to the front of the class, as the teacher asked for her written draft she said,

“No it’s okay; I’ll be doing mine off by heart.”
The teacher muffled a slight laugh at and said “Alright, Go right ahead”

Jen started to describe this amazing world and a journey across it that had the characters in great peril, By the first minute she had the class hooked but just as she went on the describe the main character, her mind drew a blank. Panicking she had to say something, the class looked confused.

“Are you okay, Jen?” The teacher asked.

Jen mumbled a response. Then she remembered a little bit of information in the back of her mind. Beware, Effects are only temporary and do not last any long than 10 hours. The creative juice had run out. She had nothing to continue with so instead she exclaimed “And the main character is a walrus!” Confused for a moment, the class then burst into laughter, even the teacher had a grin on her face.

Turning red and embarrassed, Jen rushed from the room, she was never going to trust TV marketing again.

D:

*sigh*

Everything is so hard.

Not an Innuendo.

Pantaloons

Jeremy grabbed his books, shoving them into his bag as he went. Rushing downstairs he grabbed his uniform and in seemingly one motion he was dressed. Now, if Jeremy hadn’t been in such a hurry that morning he would have realized that his pants were just a little too tight for him. Instead he focused on inhaling his breakfast and getting out that door.

Now, being late for Jeremy was not a new thing. In fact he probably had the longest list of lateness in the history of late. So it goes without saying that for Jeremy this was just another normal day. That is, it would have been, if it weren't his pants. Slowly but surely they began to rip along the seam. Jeremy being far too busy to realize though because probably thinking about Margery Stewart-Baxter.

Jeremy and Margery had grown up together and he had always fancied her just a little. Except as their bodies developed, Jeremy had noticed a new side of Margery and he liked it. So for this he rushed to school to meet her as she got off the bus. She always rode the bus. Jeremy wished he could catch a bus. The one problem was that by the time he reached to school gate his pants had a rip down the side comparable to the Grand Canyon. That is if the Grand Canyon was an inch and a half long a located on the side of heliotrope school shorts. All it was going to take was a little tug and the entire side of Jeremy’s pants would be free and blowing in the wing like a retired sock puppet.

Such a tug came just as a Jeremy was set to approach Margery Stewart-Baster who was chatting with her friends. A wayward twig who was quite content just sitting, minding his own business caught Jeremy by side of his pants just as he called for Margery.

“Margery, Ove..”

He was cut off by the single loudest ripping noise you have ever heard. Everybody turned to look as his shorts flapped like sails in the sea breeze. Nothing stood between Jeremy and his embarrassment. God, he wished he hadn't worn his green lantern briefs.

Turns out, I'm still alive.

Contrary to my imaginary reader's beliefs, I am actually alive. If this is what you call living.

Just a quick update.

Work is going well, but god training organisations are useless.

School is also good, well not really, I get so bored, I want out.

But I have to continue it and do my assignments. Next on the list English. I do have any a thing to discuss on here. I just never write.

Promising I'll Blog more.
-Aden

Modern Romance

Recent events have got me to thinking.
Is romance dead?

You all know how it is with teenagers and if you don't, It goes a little like this.
Person 1: I like you.
Person 2: I like you too.
Person 1: Will you go out with me?
Person 2: Yeah.

And LO, Suddenly they are "boyfriend and girlfriend."

Hell, They might as well be committing to marriage vowels.

What happened to going out, hanging out, eventually having feelings for each and then finally dating in the sense of they are boyfriend and girlfriend. Why the change to this committing and sudden system?

For example.
Recently I went on a date with a girl, for those of you who know me, you will know who she is. For those of you who don't then it doesn't matter. Anyway. We went, got dinner, and watched a movie. As far as I'm concerned. I epically failed that date. Probably due to the fact it was really my first proper date and I didn't know how to act.

Ever since that night I've had people pestering me about what's going on between us, are we "going out?" It was just one date. Hopefully people realise that eventually dating will means going on dates and my generation will be lost to the concept.
I really don't want that to happen.

Hoping for the future,
-Aden

Official Nerf VS Zombie Rules 2011

There are 3 games styles. Last Man standing; Capture the Brain, and Sole Survivor.

Basic rules for all games are:
1. No hitting, biting, clawing or hurting other people, Be sensible.
2. A Zombie is killed if shot clearly in the brain area of the head, any other area of the body doesn’t affect the zombie. Basically aim for above the nose.
3. Zombies infect other players by leaving a clear hand print of blood on the said player.
4. You are responsible for you things, any gun damage or loss of valuables is not my concern. You chose to bring it.
5. Anyone being a disturbance will be asked to leave. We are here to have fun, not put up with your shit.

Last Man Standing.
The idea of this game is to be, you guessed it, the last man standing.
When the whistle goes the two teams (Nerf and zombie) attack each other.
Zombies you can start from any area you choose as long as it isn’t within 10m of the Survivors.
Survivors start in groups of 2 or two; feel free to try and meet up with other survivors to make a small killing force.
There is a one gun limit for this game. Try to be sensible with the amount of ammo you take into the game also, let’s give the zombies a chance.

Capture the Brain.

Much like a normal game of capture the flag the idea of this game is for the zombies to collect the jar full of bloody brains. When the zombie holding the jar can no longer die; Go around and infect all remaining Survivors.
The Survivors goal is to not let the zombies get the jar, go out and eliminate all the zombies before the jar is reached or else you are screwed.
Normal infection rules apply; one gun per person with the option of a single fire side arm.

Sole Survivor.

One Nerf Soldier, A horde of undead. Names are picked out of a hat and the lucky one is given a choice to any three Nerf gun and all the ammo they want. You must have permission from the owner of the gun to use it. 3 hand prints and you are infected and lose the game.
If you manage to win this game you are a legend among Nerf.

Stick to the rules and stay honest and everyone have a freaking good time.