watch...

After much time being annoyed at constantly pulling out my phone to check the time I decided to buy a watch. Yep, that's it:
Yeah, so now my wallet is a bit lighter, but I can tell the time without getting frustrated.
HEHE.
Random post much?

But maybe I should put some point into this one. But what to write about.
Hmmm.
My house is getting re-carpeted soon. We picked up the carpet from some friends from church, so yeah. It's really soft which is always good. And I've managed to fix my bike too, so now I can ride! Yeah. I think I'll just rambling on for a bit longer.
Wait! I already am. This is easy!
Yeah the horses are leaving soon, which sucks because they're really nice. But there's no more feed left here, it's all gone. Not a spot of green except for the weeds, and even they're struggling, so that's not a good sign.

Well time to depart,
See you soon.

D.

rain...rain...rain...

I see the lightning,
but where is the roar?
It can sometimes be oh so frightening,
but only a drop it can produce little more.

The wind keeps blowing strong,
straight to my face,
and the gum nuts keep falling,
to settle in their place.

But I rain I never hear,
and hope is lost once more,
of nature's pain perhaps ceasing,
and of grass filling the store.
-David Sprague

These corridors of grey,
and faces of plain,
and just look over there,
there's a funny red stain.

But wait that there is me,
or a part that I've lost,
and I won't even bother,
to start counting the cost.

Lying there is my heart,
beating strong and with love,
for the one I call beautiful,
who colours my day.

So please treasure what you cradle,
in those gentle fingertips,
and keep it close to your body,
so I might feel your warm lips.
-David Sprague

how?

I ask you,
have you ever seen a sound?
Have you listened to an image?
Have you ever touched a thought?
Have you ever tasted nothing?
Have you ever told a lie that was true?

But how can this be,
this is not sense at all.
This is just a lie that may,
it may just turn out to be true.
-David Sprague

Where the sunburnt streets collide,
this is the place I come to hide,
my sanctuary of dust,
my streets of idol faces.

Mine.

Here I'll find my refuge,
the shouting, the rumbling,
it's here I come to be,
to be me.

Me.

It's just a desert of steel and glass.
A city of secrets.
-David Sprague

my sun...

Oh no, here comes that lonely day again,
when the sun don't shine and the rain will win.

But my sun will come back again,
your smile will return,

and we'll watch the sun die together,
and not even time we will discern.
-David Sprague

Looking out the window of your room onto a wet rainy day,
Main Street under a slate grey afternoon sky,
the light on your face is soft and dim under the lace curtain,
and the streets are empty.


In the distance, there is a flash and a rumble,
clouds sail the sky like giant wooden ships,
on a blackened evergreen sea,
capped with foam.
-David Sprague

brain mode: boredom.

So here I am, sitting in double IT Multi-Media, and I'm trying to figure out how to use this stupid program called Flash. It's so boring, and you can't do anything interesting with it, just make circles and rectangles move around. And quite obviously the teacher has no imagination and is a complete nerd who can't spell, and mumbles to himself.
This is boring.
GAH!!!
I need someone to open up my head and LET ME OUT!!!
Maybe I should start playing with photoshop. Surely that will be more interesting...
Although I'm no good at doing anything on it, and no-where near the level of the famous photoshop psycho Andrew, I can always muck around with weird filters???
Or I can make stencils, they're always good to create. Hmmm, dumm dee dumm.
What to doooooo???

I wanna go back to Grammar. Where the teachers cared about your work, where there's less idiots around, who just take the subjects because they think the subject will be the best bludge. Back to where my friends are, where I can be myself. Oh well, too late now.

Far out, still so so so soooo bored, although this blog is amusing me, but not much.

I wonder what everyone else is in right now. K is in multi-media, J is probably in maths, and A is in Vis-Comm. Yep, that's what I reckon. I'm probably completely wrong, which wouldn't surprise me, because they're just random guesses, but it's worth a shot. Well, not really, it's not worth anything at all really, but I like taking random guesses. Just like George Bush took guesses and real and made-up words. HEHEHE.

But now the class is coming to a close and it's time to go off for recess and then I get to go to Music Classroom, and I can play drums to On My Mind by Powderfinger. Which is a really weird song to drum to...

Anyway, ta taaaa!

D.

Day 1...

Well day 1.
What can I say.
I'll start from the very beginning. I jump on the bus in my nice new uniform, the my bus driver looks me from head to toe, shrugs his shoulders and greets me in his usual "Mornin' Dave. How are ya'?" I reply with my usual "Not bad mate." and awkwardly grab a seat with my rather heavy bag.

So I arrive at the bus interchange where some people spot me and rush towards me with this weird look saying, 'Why are you all green?' Hugs are exchanged as I make my way down to the other end of the buses. I wonder around for a while, wondering which bus I'm supposed to take, and then again, awkwardly, walk up to a bus driver who's standing in front of his bus, which appears to be housing High bags, and indeed people. I just ask him if this was the right bus for High to check, and he points a thumb over his shoulder and says "right 'ere," as if I'm some sort of idiot for asking such a foolish question. Which indeed was true.


Again I take a seat, and look around. One kid opposite me with a gold flick-lighter chatting to his mate, and some other kids are talking about home made bombs. The right corner of my mouth curls slightly, as I smile and think to myself 'here goes nothing and everything.'

I pile off the bus with the rest of the blue and green people. And make my way over to the general office where I'm to meet up with some vice-principal and some other new students. I arrive safely, and I'm directed into a conference room with a low long table and several, also low, chairs. And in those chairs are people. All of them, sitting in a slightly, again, awkward silence. I introduce myself, and join the awkward silence. We then march to the gym for a 10, 11, 12 assembly. During which some guy babbles on a bit about some stuff, and then some woman babbles on a bit more about subjects and how it all works. I then depart from the group of obviously new people, and find my wing from a list, and go to find my locker and move in.

Subjects pass one by one... English, Recess, then a whole school assembly during Learning Advisory then IT Multi-media, Chemistry, Lunch (with a capital ell), and Classroom Music, and then finally Music Performance.

I wander back to my locker, resting a little bit easier, but still unsure, and gather my junk and try and find the right bus again. Which I do successfully. And on the bus to the interchange a year 12 girl decides to sit next to me. Small talk starts, what year are you in? etc. And turns out it's her first day too. We continue talking about what we want to do after school and stuff like that. And then arrive at the interchange and head different ways.
That was by far the only good conversation I'd had all day. Probably the only really decent person I've met so far.

So that was day one. And if you bothered to read it all, thanks. I must say the weirdest feeling is, arriving at Bray, as one of the first buses. And then there's nothing to do. It's so different seeing the bus bays empty.

I just hope things will change after a week or two.


But now folks, it's time to bid farewell.

It's time for leftovers.

Missing you all terribly.

Ciao.

D.