Yes, I will still be gone for another week. THe only reason I'm here now is that I am using a computer at church - the catalog computer for the Shepherd's Bible College Library, actually. It helps when your Mum is the head librarian!

Anyway the only reason I'm shooting my mouth off is that I've noticed I'm METAL SLIME! :O:O:O Given how long it took just to get through level 19 I will probably be 18 by the time I'm trough this, but somehow, passing through level 20 appears to be the time you are no longer officially a GameSpot 'n00b' (how I abhor that word).

So, now I am at my GameSpot rite of passage, so to speak... and am away for another week. For REAL this time!

I was going to put this in a comment, but I figured no one woyuld see it there.

Because the onlyway I can go online these dasys is through the school, and the Term 1/Term 2 holidays are in two days (start Saturday), I will not even viuew pages during that period. Of course, most of you probably feel I've been away for two weeks anyway, since I look but do not touch - or so to speak. But I do look.

I know that when most people leave a blog 'leaving GS' etc etc then everyone assumes it is permanent.... generally. Actually more foten than not it is an idle threat, or just leaving for a short time. To clarify, I specified that it was just for a short time. in fact, you don't even have to read the blog, jsut the title will do. And I don't expect you to comment, because I read all you guys' blogs but usually do not say anything... I mean, what am I supposed to say? Most of the time I just nod in vague agreement. A :|, as in blank, would probably give the impression I was disappointed or thought it was stupid etc etc rather than having no response. For that, I usually just go '...' (or '. . .' on MSN so it shows better :)) but that seems a bit of a let-down as far as comments are concerned, and even gives the impression I'm actually somehow offended by the blog... which is of course, never (or hardly ever) true.

Those of you that converse with me on MSN will know that the computer I use (at home) is borrowed from my fathers work (therefore 'unfiddlleable') and extremely low in memory. As in, on average, it has 200MB of memory in the ROM. Once I was lucky enough to get it up to 280MG, but not any more...

..when I turned the computer on yesterday (I'm at school today) it started at only 24MG. Only 24! And it is still going down, bit by bit. While using it not to long ago, I got a warning that there was only 1MG on the ROM! So it is surely fairly understandable that the computer is no longer something I can use regularly, so do not be surprised if I am not on MSN for a very long time. It is not because Im avoiding you while appearing to be offline talking to others, I just am not online. Not that I'm assuming that's what you were thinking.

For that reason, wallpapers have slowed down... I'm still making them, but I can't upload them from school and now I can't upload them from home either. I suppose I could send them in an attachment to someone else with a working computer to upload them for me, but I have no way of doing that either because the school computers ban all email apart from school account ones, which I do not know - I've never used it... so I can still be on GameSpot but only for a few streaches at a time.

I have this horrible assessment project I have to do for my IT class... I have to find a stakeholder, and then plan, sketch and type up a newsletter, advertisement and bochure for them with REAL INFORMATION in a total of... about 5-6 hours! On top ofthis, I can't use all that time because the only stakeholder I found that I could do was my fellowship group, The Pillar, and some other Fellowship groups run by the same guys. Which may take quite a while to get information! Argagagagagagagaaa!!!

The only positive I can think of is that it gives me an oppurtunity to continue making stockloads of wallpapers.

Okay, nothing has actually happened to me, per se, so this isn't an actual blog. Although, I did slam the keyboard drawer to hard at home and broke the keyboard, and the computer is now being dismantled for real (not that there's many parts still working) so I am working from school after all.
APRIL FOOLS!!
Okay, I'm expecting a backlog of blogs - hey, I wonder, is that where the word 'blog' comes from? THe Lazy-Man's backlog? Anyway. A blog of backlogs about April Fools day. I remember last year our regional paper had a big fake article about building a multi-million international airport at... Bridge Pa I think it was, which is really very, very small. There were going to be statues of two people, a man and woman. I remember the woman was April because the last scentence was about the supposed sculpturer (that's probably a word) wondering which order to do them: "Should I do (guy) or April first?". The idea being, fo course, that the whole article was a joke.

My family has a weird history with jokes. As a defensive mechanism, no jokes were played after lunchtime or the joke was null and void (I can't think how that would work). However, we (The Pet and I) still go apple-pie beds from our older sister. If you know what that is, skip all the blue type. An apple-pie bed is when you fold the sheet (that you lie UNDER, beneath the duvet) in half. The end that would be at the foot end is folded back under the pillow, parralel with the underlying sheet. The idea is that the bed's lengh is now halved, as the fold in that sheet stops your feet from going anymore than half-way down. I remember that when The Pet tried to lie down in her bed, she calimed she couldn't. I didn't believe her and strived to prove I could. I also could get no firther than half-way, although I think I might have figured out what happened sooner than she did.

I've made a few 'jokes' in my time, none of them very well planned or thought out. The only example I can think of is when I made a 'concoction' of toothpaste, water and something else. (Spit?) I put it in my The Pet's bed, unaware that, being Autumn (as it is in the Southern Hemisphere) The Pet could likely turn on her electric blanket and get fried. It was approximately 10 years - or even more - ago (it was before Eve's accident and that was when I was 9. I am now 17) but The Pet has no problem with bringing it up once or twice... a day... all Autumn. (That is, March, and April's surrounding area.) Nealy every year since. But then again, when I was less-than-7 I had no money, so my Chirstmas presents to the family were finished toilet-rolls with felt-tip drawings of clouds and rainbows and random crap like that on them. Dad still thinks it was hilarious and looks upon the memory with fondness. At least, I hope it's fondness. I do remember everyone laughed at my expense.

Anyway, despite threatened plans of skullduggery (like Conor and his laxative cookies, which thankfully Nick warned me about beforehand), it seems I have gotten away with mere 'corporate' practical jokes, on the web. ONE - April Fools on GameSpot (which I had to click a link to check, hmm, pity) and TWO - DragonFable characters are replaced with MechQuest characters (although only at the speaking screen - adding as guests gives you the originals). 'Corporate' in the sense that they are harmless fun without embaressing anybody intended for a wide audience, staged by teams. If you know what I'm saying.

Nearly texted Nick a joke, but refrained. Which turned out to be just fine, as he didn't have any credit to reply anyway.

After giving proof that I have, indeed, done homework (just no in the booklet), it looks like there is a hihg likelyhood of this computer sticking around. If only the internet would stop shuffling along like a zombie!

Speaking of zombies, I went to sleep super-early this morning. Notice I say EARLY THIS MORNING instea of LATE LAST NIGHT - because it was so late, it was early. Despite the fact that I actually had very little to do. And I recieved an abrupt awakening from The Pet, rendering me blind, deaf and dumb from lack of sleep. Hmmm... brains. Did get to have pizza for lunch though (because Sir Healthfreake, the father, is away for the weekend!)

I figured I should give you guys a warning. I don't know how long I'll have.
mum asked what homework was in my mAths homework. The answer is none, because I have not been given page references to do. Engligh - two chapters of a book to read - I have already read the whole thing. Science - an assessment that can only be done in schooltime, as far as I'm aware. Information Technology - not only an assessment, but a computer one that requires set tools and booklets. Computing - again, set tools required (for example, I do not own any version of Microsoft Visual Basic).

Because of this, the parents believe that this means I have a lot of homework I'm refusing to do. And, because of the maths workbook, it has been suggested (and agreed with) that my father actually dismantle this computer.

I'm not saying that I won't be at GameSpot - sometimes the internet is on at school and I can sneak in there, if I'm lucky. But those of you I meet over MSN will have to get used to not seeing me. If I want to talk to someone personally I'll try and OPM them through GameSpot, since gmail, hotmail, MSN, Facebook, Bebo and all of that is blocked by the school, but GameSpot has slipped from the radar. So this will be my only real contact, and not very regular one at that.

Sorry guys.
On the plus side, when they see I'm not doing homeowrk anyway, I think they might figure out it's not working, so they might bring it back. More likely though, that will be an excuse to keep it in pieces.

EDIT: The *.png image I put up for Easter appears to have a white background. The background is meant to be clear, and white text viasable. If you can see the text then let me know, for peace of mind! Thanks.

What the heck is this tagging thing? The only information I've gathered is that you say "I'm tagged" and then tag someone else. It's like a cahinletter for blogs. I suppose they must have been feeling left out?
ANyway, what do I put in here now, if I've been tagged? If this tagging is anything like a farm, my ear now has a piece of plastic with a number on it. I hope it's 145. I like that number.

So, do I just say something about me or what? Well, my favourite numbers are 1, 4 and 5. 5 is a good average number, 1 is a lonely number and 4 is a decent even number. And 1+4=5! (Don't reel in shock now.) So sometimes I work in the way that I do something 5 times - four the same and one slightly different. Like, i get five gingernuts. I dunk four in the milk and eat them, and I drop in one gingernut and pick it out rather than dunking it. 1 is dropped. 45 are dunked. And I had 5 gingernuts.

My insanity aside, I tag Father Christmas, the Easter Bunny, and Moses.
(Or nightember1, since logically I should only be tagging one person!)

Okay, I haven't done anything wrong, not really. Unless the act of leaving typos in a message is sufficient grounds for arrest. But I have noticed that my blogs are becoming shorter and boringer - er, more boring. So, here are the bulletin bits I might talk about if my typing style was still coloured grey:

~+~ I have a cartoonised picture in my Images now.
~+~ I am still discovering words in New Zealand English that are different from American and/or British (eg: floaties (known as floaters or water-wings in other places).
~+~ I have learnt that I will never, ever again, eat gingernuts without milk and/or tea. The bitter taste is still with me.

Anyway, in an attempt not to be as boring as before, I will now talk about my various collection of cats and all the antics they get up to!
Haha, bet that got you worried. The only pet I have is a little sister. 15 years old but remains as loud as her birth cry, and is equally annoying.
In fact, I could have a little rant about this 'pet' of mine. Here are her top most annoying things:

(5) - Unreliable
Sometimes she loses her library card (or socks, or spends her money, etc). She wants to get books because she's bored, so I lend her my card. On the off-chance I get my card back right away, without having to ask three days later, the books on my card (which I am responsible for) are brought into the toilet, where it seems she spend most of her day reading (I think she wants to open up a private library in there). The books are then left there, or in her school locker, or in her school bag, or in her shoe-box (don't ask me how, I don't know). The books then rack up enormous fines, which she still expects me to pay because she doesn't think it is her fault that a book was mysteriously hidden under a tossed dressing-gown. Similar things happen to socks, money is borrowed and never repayed (in fact, she actually brings in parents saying she doesn't owe me a thing!) Like... the noodles incident.
Calvin and Hobbes have a noddle incident of their own (which is never revealed) but I will reveal mine - I get $6 a week pocket money. I have no regular job. The jobs I do do are either worth squat, or just contribute to my pocket money which never grows anyway. So, when I spent $2.50 (New Zealand dollars) on a pottle of noodles for my Pet, it was a big act of love (or at least eagerness to stop the whining). She then denied everything, saying I had never said anything about money (even though her 'argument' for 'deserving' noddles was "I'll pay it all back!" This links to (1) on the list). She even ran about, rounding up the family to get as many people on her side as possible. Fortunately, because of (3) (and evidence in the form of a plastic fork) I managed to get compensation. The amount wasn't the issue so much as the fact that she denied all responsibility for it.

(4) - Tattle-tale
I'm not saying there's anything wrong with reporting bad things for people's own good. But my Pet goes beyond that - she lures you into doing things so that she then feels justified to tell on you. On top of this, she breaks rules scandalously herself and then gets in a snot when I tell someone, even when there is nothing in it for me whatsoever. Whereas when I get in trouble, she may get a pat on the head or even an indirect reward - for example, I get banned from using the computer and she is now able to use it for longer herself. Worse, she breaks rules continuously that have been up for a long period of time with good reason. "Don't eat food upstairs" - she leaves the dishes up there and they go crusty. "Don't take ice blocks without permission" - Mum finally buys us something nicer, and better than the cheap ones - Pet asks for only the first two, and smuggles the rest whenever she feels like it, resulting in me only ever getting ONE of about TWENTY. I found wrappers upstairs, so she broke those two rules simultaneously. She stays up hours after her bedroom curfew (like a bed-time when she isn't expected to actually go to sleep right away). She opens ice creams in the freezer and steals bits at a time. She had an entire box of Eskimo pies (which I have never ever in my life eaten) and took them all for herself, one by one. Yet she still feels fit to whinge if I have so much as a plate upstairs (even though sometimes she brings them to me!)

(3) - Chronic Liar
She lies to cover the truth. She lies to cover her lies. Her lies, told within as little as 30 seconds of each other, say completely opposite things. She lies to get out of work, responsibility, money, school, bag-pipe band practice. If I got a dollar every time she told a lie, I wouldn't just LIVE in New Zealand - I'd own it! There is really nothing more I need to say on this topic, except one example which ties in also with (1), which I will leave until then because I think it has more of an anger value, and I want as much of this to be as civil as possible (although my Pet has never really been a topic on which I can be civil).

(2) - Hypocrisy
This is quite high on the list because I hate it so much, although it doesn't need much describing. Apparently, she's pedeophobic - 'pede' for feet (hence pedestrian) and 'phobic' for scared - she is apparently hideously disgusted by feet. However, this does not stop her 'stretching' so that her feet come within inches of my face. I suppose she thinks this is the ultimate insult, but I know that she is jus doing it to be annoying. Feet is the big thing, but she is a hypocrite in many things.

(1) - Selfishness
Everything is about her - how can she get more time of the Playstation, how can she get This with the promise of That, whilst still holding That back for herself? Here's an example.
It is the Easter holidays, and the PS2 (taken because of our 'dependence' on it) has been brought out until Tuesday night. The Pet has borrowed Sims 2 (for console) from one of her friends (how she gets friends is beyond me). With the condition that she and her (different) 'friend' play my Jak X game (Pet's suggestion, once again - not her friends! She's too controlling to allow that), I was allowed to play Sims 2 as long as I liked on Tuesday.
This doesn't mean she couldn't have a turn, it meant that whenever I had a turn, I did not just have 36 minutes for the whole day (which happened last time, since she played Jak X for 36 minutes. I felt cheated). However, when this came around, I only got about one and a half hours. The Pet played for her turn (turns are one hour but are sometimes unofficially extended since that player never reminds another that a turn is finished.. they keep playing until the other actually asks) - which somehow became two hours. When I 'kicked her off' (after she got double-turn! I only got that ½ hour because she was out - as soon as she came home I was off!), she got really snotty and said "I said you can play it all day... and now it's evening, so you can't play it anymore." These are times that make me want to lose control and call her things that would make Eminem blush. This time, however, I somehow did not even say 'crap'. Amazing.


To tell the truth, there are (unfortunately) a lot more than this. Some are humourous, some are definitely not! If I were to list all of them, most of you would probably throw yourself into the nearest lake of fire (or blaze of water). Now, if I publish this, I will be very very stupid. Which means you call call me a pukeko (New Zealand slang for 'idiot').

This is just a rahter depressing observation. My blogs started out relatively long adn sparked humourous conversation. But now, they're more like boign News Bulletins. I'm just saying...