New Year's Eve. With like 5 million dollars' worth of fireworks going off tonight when everyone's like already poor as crap...perfectly reasonable though. Remember to keep your pets indoors or the fireworks will zap their brains out.
To be blunt, I hated 2008. It was boring, lame and laced with horrors like Chan (with whose help our whole class failed) and McCready and so on and so forth. Ruse teachers suddenly decided to runnnn before our school crashes and burns lol, some of which include Wearne, O'Reilly and Alder (two of the best maths teachers), Best, Arnison, Bialy (THE best science teacher), Russell, etc =[ Why can't people like McKenzie go instead =____=
Sorry to everyone whom (yes proper grammar =D) I may have annoyed due to my terminal verbal diarrhoea and mental constipation over the year (...fine Andrew Li sorry for throwing those spiky nettle things at your head everytime we went down to the farm =D).
I reckon the only good thing about 2008 was the Canberra excursion...not that good old Carotel was exactly the liveable accommodation in which I hoped we would live - though it was awesome dipping Hari's hand into warm water while he was asleep to try and make him piss his pants and Jeffery and my playing "Peg the marshmallow at Alvin" ^_____^ hehe
There's really nothing else to talk about 2008 because nothing really happened - the only fun year in high school was probably like in year 7...cause our class was actually really close instead of being machetefied into 10000 different cliques like it is now...like u have the bballers in this corner then the touchers (...people who play touch) in the other, and C blockers -___-, then the "Jess" group and then people who have been separated from all their friends due to Goggin's ingenious plan to split everyone up and not listen to anyone's protests...even that of a future serial killer's (Ruse people will know about whom I'm talking - hope he doesn't read this blog lol).
Yea...anyway there's the end of my thoughts for 2008. Leave you with this hilarious article; a man who was left for 6 hours in a hospital while the staff were busy posing for a staff calendar -.-' He died two days after Christmas. Ironically, the calendar happened to joke about waiting times:
