Everybody lies.

I started watching a lot of House. Finished watching the 4th season.

It's really really good and almost makes me want to be a doctor, though I don't think the job's actually that interesting and the doctor's probably aren't that hot.



Annual camp is coming up, which is awesome because.

Well I don't know. In theory, it should suck since it's just a lot of walking, tenting and living in cheap caravan parks for 10 days. I guess it just proves the fact that anything's fun if you do it with friends.

So annual camp is something I'm looking forward to.

Raindrops keep falling on my head

I just turned off all my music and opened my window to listen to the sound of the thunderstorm outside.





Much better.

I'm starting with the ________ in the _________.

As you may or may not know, me, Dennis and at least 7 other people sung Man in the Mirror for performer's night.

I guess we did alright, though nerves and stuff made me sing a little bit offkey and forget my part at times.

Anyway, right now I'm packing for term 4 biv for cadets, which should be fun. I packed a shitload of food because there's so much free space in my pack.

Also, if there's any people out there, who are suffering like me, from flash game addiction, then go to this site, where you will be warmly welcomed by fellow bored children of the internet.

Love lifts us up where we belong

Crap.

I think I'm addicted to mushy old love songs.

My excuse is that they're very catchy.

This woman is yours now. I've paid my whore.

I recently watched Moulin Rouge- something I have procrastinated considering how I enjoyed 'El Tango de Roxanne'. It was, as I expected, brilliant in cinematography, artistic design and story.

Despite warnings from a certain friend of mine, I have acquired contact lenses. The magic of lucid vision without the hindrance of glasses is quite wonderful. I have been warned however that this convenience comes at the cost of a risk of eye infection that may destroy or damage my eyesight. In this safety paranoid 21st century we live in, I expect this simply means that there is a miniscule danger of injury if the lenses are handled roughly. I find this notion of danger almost romantic, though this feeling of grandeur is juxtaposed by the fact that I am simply referring my daily and insertion and removal of my contacts.




Excuse my peculiar verbosity. I merely feel like being a dickhead to prolong my abstinence from study.