A Political Career?

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The Final Prizegiving

Ah, Prizegiving. That day that comes at the end of the year when all the teachers dress up like Batman, people make speeches (and I, as a fairly talented (and oh so modest) speaker, cringe and yawn at every mind-numbing, fail-filled attempt), and a huge chunk of the student population is reminded that They Are Not Special, They Are Not Unique, They Are The Same Decaying Organic Matter as Everyone Else.

Bitter? Me? Well, possibly a tad. This really hasn’t been my best year ever. I’ve been distracted, I’ve been depressed, and I’ve really stopped caring by this point. Ah, High School. I won’t be sorry to see the back of you. I’ve now got a week before my first exam, and two weeks, one day before my last. So, I’m drawing ever closer to the end of it all. Even now, I only ever have to go in for exams (of which I have 5), and Clearance Day, on the 3rd of December. And then it’s all over.

Now, for the bitterness to come out in full force (don’t worry, positivity will happen afterwards):

Reason One: I didn’t get anything. Well, I can’t say I was surprised. As I say, I did fairly crappily this year. Maybe thought I was worth Diligence in English (due to being one of the highest performers in the Scholarship course (which is Non-NCEA, so of course doesn’t count), if not regular class), or RE, (due to the fact I was one of the few people who made anything approaching a cohesive argument in the philosophy or ethics topics) but nope. I also had hoped for acknowledgement for cultural contributions, as I’m in the Jazz Band, the Concert Band, the Debating Team which reached the semi-finals (in which I was one of the top 10 speakers in the 800 person competition) and one of the two leaders of the Student Librarian team. Ah well. I know this sounds immature and whiny, but, fuck it, it’s my blog, I can say what I like. I dunno, maybe I didn’t deserve any awards. Not as if any of them really matter after I leave school, and even of those that do, even less mater after Uni. So, y’know, not a huge deal. Would’ve liked some recognition, but that’s just the attention-whore performer in me. Ok, self justification over.

Reason Two: I was needed elsewhere. Tonight, someone who means quite a lot to me needed me. She wasn’t feeling very good, and I wasn’t there to be supportive. I let her down. Where was I when I was needed? Sitting in the most goddamn boring ceremony of my life. I managed to send a couple of messages stealthily, but, really, I didn’t do what I had to do. I could just as easily Not Gotten Awards at home. Although, yes, there was a couple of good reasons to go to Prizegiving.

Good Reason One: Jazz and Concert Bands. We performed. I think I gave my best performance ever in Jazz Band. Went out with a bang.

Good Reason Two: I got to support my friends. I got to see people I like, admire and respect getting awards that a lot of them deserved. Sure, there were people getting awards that I felt were pointless, or that I felt they didn’t deserve, but hey, what the fuck do I know, right? The Teachers obviously know what they’re talking about. They obviously know that they’re giving awards for people who exemplify the Catholic Values of the school to people who are tossers and dickheads and bitches and all manner of other unpleasant types. Of course not. Shit, sorry.  Positivity! I managed to predict pretty accurately who’d get all the Big Awards, and I was very happy with the people who did get them. Sure, my opinion totally matters. But, no, everyone who got them deserved them, and they should be congratulated,

So, now lessons are done. I’ve got study leave, then exams, and then I’m free for the holidays. Free to go to America, and spend time with some of the most amazing people on Earth. Free. Free. Free.

 

Anyway, I apologize for this return to a bit of angst. I’ll do an amusing rant tomorrow. About idiots at school. Ima gonna go into my Bile-Spewing Insult Mode. It’ll be fun.

Another Photo-bloggings

Yes, another one. Well, it was popular yesterday, so hell, why not do it again? I’m going to do a proper rant later on, though, don’t worry. But this will do for now. So, here we go, photos from the last full day of school. Guest Photography done by Reni or Daniela Encinas.

My Afternoon Walk

This afternoon, I decided that I should get out of the house, and go for a bit of a walk. Now, not a lot happened on the walk, and even I can’t make an uneventful walk sound exciting. So, instead, you get to see the photos I took while walking. Might be slightly more interesting, right? Away we go!

Tonight, it’s Films

Last night, I was reading. Childhood’s End, if you don’t recall. It was excellent, and reminded me quite a bit of Evangelion (Evangelic, perhaps?). Tonight, I’m watching films. When the Wind Blows, which I’m about 2/3 of the way through, and just taking a slight break from, and Eraserhead, which I will watch after WtWB.

WtWB is quite disturbing, unsettling. I can’t say I’m enjoying it, but I will say it’s quite a powerful film.

Eraserhead is also disturbing, from what I’ve been told, and I can’t wait to see it.

I’m watching these films (and reading books) in preparation for my Scholarship English exam in a couple of weeks. So, again, I’m giving you music. Let’s see…

Taking the night off

I’m taking the night off. Reading ‘Childhood’s End’. I’m not gonna lie, it’s pretty great. So, until tomorrow, enjoy this fine music.

Don’t you believe in Fairies?

I have found what is quite possibly the creepiest page from a comic ever. I have no idea what the comic is, I have no idea what the context is, and, quite frankly, I almost don’t want to know. Because it is insanely, mind-bogglingly terrifying! I mean, look at it. Just… just look! It’s creepy.  Now, a warning. THIS IS CREEPY. Don’t look at it if you don’t want to be creeped out. Ok, fair warning? Ok, here’s the picture. Actually, just some scrolling first. I’ll get to the picture eventually.

Baby Dave!

At my Fifth Birthday Party

My Nana came over today. With her, she brought some photo albums. So, being the generous fellow that I am, I decided to share some pictures of me as a younger child. Enjoy! Oh, and if some of the photos don’t load, just click on them. Then you’ll be able to see them.

Music Monday Again

My computer is being fail tonight, so I’m just doing a Music Monday. The first song off one of my new favourite albums.

Knightshade: The Misty Hallows

Tonight, I went out LARPing. The game was Knightshade: The Misty Hallows. My character was Jack Hundred, Womanizer, Joke Maker, Thief and all-round Nice Guy. I had two short swords, and a couple of bandages, in case anyone needed a hand after being stabbed or something similar.

The game began with me waking up next to ‘Katra’, who was a Cluagh (Sort of half-beast creature) and the hairiest woman Jack had ever woken up with. Last thing either of us remembered was being in The Drunk Donkey Inn, then a large amount of mist swirled in, and then we woke up. We met up with the other people, an Iltherin (Elvish) Druid, an Iltherin Hex Mage, a Human Priest, and a Human Mercenary. There was a large number of villagers about, but they couldn’t see us. The elder one was telling a story, about Dreak, a Mage who had been trapped in the void hundreds of years previously, and how every year, on All Hallows Eve, the spirits roam, souls are stolen and Dreak attempts to return to the land of the living.

We walked on, after the story finished. After a short amount of time, we were attacked by monstrous ghouly type things. Who had big claws. And some had axes and such. We survived the fight, we walked around a bit, had battles, etc, etc. Then we met someone who told us he wasn’t Dreak. I didn’t believe him, and we moved on (We found out later that he was Dreak). We met traders, who gave us apples (which would heal HP if you ate them) and drink in return for a lock of hair, we had more fights, I made jokes, the priest healed us, all sorts of things happened. Eventually, a few people had their souls stolen.

We had to get them back. To do this, we had to defeat Dreak. To do that, we had to get a mystic Sword. To get the sword, we had to defeat the Necrotaurus (not quite sure how to spell that). So, being my awesome self, I defeated it. Oh, sure, I had some help, but I did most of the work, and struck the killing blow. I was just that awesome. I did, however, forget to take the sword. Luckily Andrew, who was playing the Mercenary, got it for me. His soul had been taken, although he wasn’t as bad off as the others who had lost theirs (he still knew who he was), so I got given the sword. Hells yeah. It was awesome. Badass longsword it was. Anyway, we carried on, to try and defeat Dreak.

As we were walking, we encountered Kulan, (At least, I think that was his name) an Undead Priest. A very, very powerful one. Who could cast all kinds of interesting spells. I gave him three drops of blood, and got 4 more points of HP (I had 4 to begin with). We carried on.

We got to the Final Battle. I had 10 HP, thanks to being fortified, and a mystic sword. I don’t like to brag, but I think I kicked a fair amount of ass. Before the battle started, we spoke with Dreak. I offered to trade him an apple for the souls. Don’t think he approved. Ah well. Then the battle started. It was epic as hell. I nearly died several times, but got healed up again nicely. I kicked all manner of ass. We defeated Dreak, sealed him in his container, and I destroyed the container with my Mystic Sword. And then we all woke up in the Drunk Donkey inn.

I haven’t really done the game justice with this recount, because there was quite a bit that I didn’t talk about, simply because I was too busy not getting killed to take much notice of. There were photos taken, which I’ll put here when they’re online.

The crew was great, the GM was brilliant, the game was well written. Thanks to everyone who made it happen, I had an awesome time.