Weeble!

I'm baaaack at college! Not at uni yet. But next week I will be, and I have the same problem every time I start school/uni again after the holidays - what do you do on the first day back? I can never remember where I'm supposed to go or whether I have a class or not. I'm sure some of you have faced the same moral dilemma.

I played my saxophones (alto and soprano) for about 5 hours today. I'm proud of the fact that I'm still in...sufficient. insufferable. insecure. Something.


Also, there are only so many ways to get up late in the morning. With style... without style... at 9.30... ooh! I have to be ready to play again at 9.00 tomorrow morning! WHY oh why? Did Lucy spin dry? Speaking of which, my laundry is still in the machine, I'll go and get it. Wait here, okay? OKAY??!?!?!!??!??!

P.S. I like these two, because they are so ME:

http://whiteninjacomics.com/comics/question.shtml
http://whiteninjacomics.com/comics/fishlove.shtml

It's a piece of paper. A PIECE OF PAPER!!!

Hi guys. And other gender-classified humans.

I just found this piece of paper. I scribbled some stuff on it one morning when i woke up and remembered most of my dream the night/morning before. It must have been the 21st of April. Anyway, I'll read it out to you. [Ahem.]

3 aspects of dream on night of 20/4

1. We were all in some big church hally place, I think people were getting killed but can't remember. Anyway everyone was leaving. 2. When we got out it had turned into a zoo [outside]. We had to try and get to the car park, I think by going through the animal cages. There was a big enclosure I was halfway through when a bear noticed me and gave chase. I managed to get away, but I turned around and saw it munching through a small boy. Strangely nobody tried to stop it. I think the boy survived but had no arms, or something. 3. Suddenly a volcano sprang up out of the ground nearby. We all tried to run, but it sucked us towards the centre. We fell in, and were exploded out again (high). I think I remember landing. Nice, cheerful dreams!!!

And that's it. Some food for your thoughts. Actually, it's true - i don't have many nice dreams. Maybe ... maybe it doesn't mean anything at all.

HMMMMM!

And now back to my 5-week holiday.

Ah.

3 exams in 4 days is starting to seem like a bad idea. Not that it was my choice or anything... This is coming from me at 1am on the day my exams start... Great idea to start studying today, Gawain! Yes folks, Gawain started studying for his 4 exams beginning Monday - on the Sunday before. Well, they may not be too hard. 2 of them are listening (Mon), and one is a two hour written (Tues), and the last is my sax exam (Wed). So maybe... maybe I'm scruffed.

She'll be RIGHT!!!!@!!!!!

Exams

Haven't felt like posting in a while. I have stuff to say, but no time to say it in. Plus, I have 3 exams in 4 days, starting next Monday!
Ooh! I made my first timetable today, I mean the first one I've made all year. Seeing as it's swotvac and all. It kinda worked. I got some of my overdue assignments handed in [shock horror] and I saw my name up on a cinema screen! Yes it's true.... Boat People - A Film By Alex Ries had in the credits:

Music by Gawain Davey

ALL - RIGHT!!!!! Rock da house!

Cyaz all round [drawled].

Good, and Bad.

You think YOU'RE bad? Michael Jackson is BAD!

You know, it’s not as easy as it looks. Being out there, all alone, everyone staring. Waiting for you to start. Waiting for the magic to begin. The pressure - you know it’s there, but you can’t feel it, because you’ve been numb for the last two hours. The band starts playing, and so must you...


I did it! 55 words! I could enter it in the Age 55 words competition. Well, it's not really great. But I did write it in 30 seconds.

For a basic update on what I've been doing (or trying to do) over the past two weeks, here's the first paragraph of my essay:

The music of the 19th century was characterised by change, transformation and diversity. However, the middle of the century was, debatably, a political and musical turning point after which music began to move much more freely away from convention. In the later nineteenth century, music developed harmonically and structurally, while ideas about music and its role in relation to society and other art forms were hotly debated. The personal style of composers who were active during most of the century (such as Wagner and Liszt) changed to follow “new creative directions,” while opera was to be dramatically re-shaped by Verdi and Wagner. New musical forms were created, and nationalism became more prominent in marginal countries than ever before. The late 19th century was indeed an exciting period in music history.

Now that's what I call.... BORING!!! Just use some impressive vocab and they'll love it. Anyway, sorry about that. Maybe it will help. Help what? Help to ease the pain.

Everything you thought you never needed to know but weren't really sure - about my hair.

I've had a mixture of gel, wax and hairspray stuck in my hair since the ball (on Thursday night). I spiked my hair for the occasion (Mad Hatter was the theme), but it didn't stay upright for long, I put way too much product in it. By the end of the night it was flopping over my eyes. I got back at about 3, then for some stupid reason spent an hour in John Makin's room listening to Radiohead. I guess we were discovering a common bond thingy. Huh, bonding. Um, then I got back to my room and found a fantastic message Trumpet Dave left on my phone (he was exceedingly drunk at the time). I was going to record it onto my computer, but it's past 12 o'clock now and it must have deleted automatically after... 3 days. When I finally got back to my room I couldn't be stuffed showering, so I put plastic bags over my pillow and slept on them. Ugh. They were sticky when I woke up. Could be worse. At least I wasn't spewing on my floor, like some other people in college.... WRONG! I used a ton of shampoo Friday and Saturday, and the crap is now gradually coming out of my hair. I could do anything with it for those days though. I had it in a diagonal mohawk on Friday. Try picturing that! Well, there should be some pics on the network. I shall looky.

OK, found some. That took a while. Now to get them on here somehow.


Surrounded by beautiful women as ever... [ahem]



By this time the gel/wax combo was starting to give up.

Hey! I'm a human. I have a life.

Attention Anonymi. (That's Anonymouses. Or Anonymice.) This blog is NOT for your entertainment. This blog is for me to post whatever I want, whether it be relevant, random, funny, boring, offensive or downright stupid. If you want to enjoy life, move AWAY from the computer. Step AWAY from the computer. And all other advanced technology, ie. TV, mobile phone. Live like this for a couple of weeks. See how you feel. If symptoms persist, see your pet mouse. Or mice.

oceanfootage.com

A wisp of sound.

I've been experiencing interesting current events.

But, I'm not going to tell you what they are/were. Hey, now they're PAST events. Let's not get too far into causal theory.

So, voila! With a ´ somewhere.

OK fine. I.... found the manual for the Yamaha Clavinova in the chapel. There! That's something I achieved. Yesterday was an interesting day, but to read about what happened there, you should probably check out someone else's blog... maybe Snipergirl's or Araluena's.

now to some serious work-ij! Ha!

International Tuba Day!

Apparently it is. A very Happy International Tuba Day to everyone out there! And rock on tubas! If that's what you do.

Great concert tonight. (I know I shouldn't have gone, shut up conscience.) MSO played Sorcerer's Apprentice by Dukas (from Fantasia, of course) and an awesome symphony by Vaughan Williams, 'London' Symphony No. 2. I believe I now love a lot of Ralph Vaughan Williams' stuff. There was a tuba in it, too.

OK, so... to summarise. Today i did lots of work (for me). Vacuuming of my room occurred. Why I bother writing this I know not, but if the little things don't keep us excited, the big things never will. Saw MSO tonight with Erin and Makin (John), ordered pizza from Pepperoni's (The Best Pizza In Town! What a claim!) which took ages to arrive, but was pretty good I guess. Good thing it did too, bcos then we were on the same tram as Rohan (trumpet, from Con) and afterwards Kytl, May-bel, Supple, Rob, Kimby, Sil all boarded. So it was a big fat college people party going on in the tram. Now May-bel, John and Will are in the JACE watching Indiana Jones. The first one. I like Indiana Jones, it may have cheese but it also has fun.

And now, adieu! Parting, alas, is such sweet sorrow.... does everyone just say that, or is it from Shakespeare or something? Keine Ahnung. Gute Nacht zu dir, Herr Tuba!

In time of crisis....

Must work. No blog. Must work. No blog. No, must sleep. That's it - sleep. The key to all our problems.

"He who eats, eats not; he who works, works not; he who lies is a fool."

OK, I made it up. There's no such quote. I think I was looking for this one:

"Early to bed, and early to rise
Makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise."

Yup, that's better. I wonder what my grandparents would think if they read my blog. I guess our grandparents don't really know us very well, unless we live near them. Or maybe I don't spend enough time communicating with them.

Anyway. How did that get onto muesli fish? [shakes head] Weird people there are.






Oh, and by the way... this is really worrying. Especially since this guy used to be an assistant to the president.
http://writ.news.findlaw.com/dean/20041105.html


Yes! As you can tell, technology and I are now friends. Gooooood friends.

The highest form of art this planet has to offer - POP!

Whether everything has really crashed into little bits around me remains to be seen. At the moment, the best thing I can do is to focus on one thing at a time. Hey, both those sentences ended with clichés! Or clichès! Not really clichés, but sort of. Sayings which everyone says. Is there a word for those? Probably.

So, focus! Off i go! heehee!

And, as evidenced in my last post, I figured out why my attempts at creating hyperlinks weren't working - I had to put something between the <> >/> < \><> thingys. Now I know! And somehow, I feel a whole lot smarter.

Lamentations Chapter 1.

I lament the loss of innocence, and the feeling of powerlessness.

However, there is always reason to believe that, in the words of Coldplay, "Everything's Not Lost".

Ben Folds rocks!

Will you elope?

I just realised we're all living on borrowed time. And it could be taken away from us at absolutely any moment. That may sound clichéd, but...

THINGS I DISLIKE ABOUT THESE BLOGS (in the hope of a new and improved blogging facility)

The stupid hyperlinks don't work. That could be because I'm stupid.



Each post takes ages to publish, not to mention the comments. You have to keep reloading the page until it appears.

I hate how this site can't tell which time zone I'm in. It can't just give me 'Australia' and let me choose that option, which would ideally have all the figures for 'Melbourne, Australia' preset. No, I have to change every damn thing from U.S. time to my own. Sucks. At the moment it thinks the time is 7:43 am on April the 17th, when it is in fact 12:48 am on April the 18th. OK, I know, I have to get up in 8 hours. Hey that's not bad... but not enough sleep, somehow.

The format is most recent post to first post. I can see why it needs to be like this, but sometimes it doesn't seem right. Like if I want to read someone's blog from 1st post to last, I'm forever wading from the bottom of the page to the top.

The quotes don't work. Again, I could just be incompetent.

the cat fell through the roof

And other things! Don't you think for one second that just because I can't think of them they don't exist! Nosiree! Humm!


If you think I'm complaining needlessly about small things which really don't affect the rotation of the earth or other important issues, you may be right. That doesn't change the fact.

A Tree.

tree
Originally uploaded by fisheatworld.

Or rather, a picture of a tree. Just to make things in my blog really mind-blowingly EXCITING!!!!!!

It seems to have a bit falling off it, but I think it's quite picturesque. Yes, indeed. Buxton, where are those tissues?!

People. People who need people. Are the happiest people. In the world.

WRITTEN ON SATURDAY 9/4/05:

OK, so many wondiferous conversations today. I must make some record.

Setting: Chris Lees' 21st.

People: Many and varied. Some from my past, others from my present. Others - who knows?

Food: Too much. Barbeque lunch. Good stuff!

Transport: Provided by my dad and sister, who were in town for the footy last night (Friday).

To begin with: Laura Clark(e), who writes plays and edits things and has worked closely with Mick Molloy on some radio thing. How is she connected to me? Well, she's Stewart Thorn's girlfriend, a name I vaguely remember. Chris knows him better, of course. I somehow could totally relax around this girl, and we had an awesome full-on conversation. I was just astounded at the things she's done. She had to edit this book about Neighbours, about the series from start to finish, and to begin with she knew basically nothing about Neighbours. But after 6 months or something, she knew every single love triangle and plot blemish from the 80s to recently. What utter torture! It was great though, Owen Cosgriff (who, by the way, now has a ridiculously long beard) said to her something like "you think you know Neighbours, Laura? Well let me tell you this, back in the 24th episode bla bla bla." And she retaliated with "well Owen, I think you'll find it was actually Coady who bla bla bla." I think that's hilarious. But then, Owen is. And she met this guy who's worked on costumes since the damn thing began, and who took photos of EVERY BODY. He showed her all these photos and filled in gaps in her storyline knowledge. I am serious, she tells me he was an absolute nutcase - apparently he said "this was, uh, I think it was the boom operator, ah, it was, um, Jeremy Smith, back in, was it 86? No, it was 91, that's it, April 91." I mean, for God's sake, the *boom operator*?? He had a favourite: he must have flipped through about a dozen photos of this one girl, saying "this is Kimby" - flip flip flip - "she's, ah," - flip flip flip - "you might notice she's my favourite." And as Laura put it.... "wouldn't like to be Kimby!" What a freak. What freaks there are in this world! Why thankyou Gawain. Don't mention it, Gawain.

Then there was Joanna, from my English class in year 11; Caroline Smith's parents, who knew me when I went to creche with Caroline and later on I had piano lessons across the road from them; Lawrie Folvig, the greatest guitarist in the world, who I haven't seen in way too long; Jenica and Aaron; Stew Thorn and Jonty, who both updated me on the whereabouts and doings of the old GSSC boys: Grantley (sculpting something on the set of Nicholas Cage's new movie), Jesse (doing lots of acid back in Bgo), Eldene; Meredith's many NCYC friends; Ali and Steph Turnbull, who were at Ridley a couple of years ago, and know all the older students; Kate, who I knew from Whitley college and WARTS last year; and of course Chris himself!

On my way home from this amazing party, Josh Lynzaat rang me from Bengido, or whatever, and proceeded to have a half-hour conversation with me on my mobile, while I caught trams, dodged traffic, and ran across roads. What a weird conversation that was. At the end I said "Josh, we've been on here for half an hour, this may be costing your parents a bit." At which point he said "I think I'll go now."

Back at Ridley. Dinner was interesting, where we discussed whether or not to trust people with first names as their last names. Apparently Davey counts as a first name too - damn. Christopher, the resident... resident fool, maybe, although he's more like the resident keep-going-with-the-topic-when-you-could-have-left-it-way-back-there. Or maybe that's me. However, he reckoned that netball lines were restrictive, that it was wrong to say to someone "no, you're a centre, you'll never be able to cross this goal line and shoot goals because you'll never be good enough." Or "your only purpose is to shoot goals, you can't run around the court wherever you like with the others." He thought umpires were bad because they didn't let people do what they wanted to do. "The players are being repressed", he told me, "and they don't even know it!" (This all got pretty metaphorical, by the way, although he may not have seen it like that. I have no idea what Christopher really thinks.) I asked him what a solution was, and mentioned that if there were no lines or umpires there could be chaos. He believed that taking away the goalposts would be a good idea, and there would be 'new rules' for netball, where there was no aim to the game - other than to love everyone on the court. Love in an abstract sense, I believe. This could get pretty boring, I suggested. What would people do with their netballs if there were no goals? He thought hard about this, then said "They can bounce them."

Anyway, that went on for a while. Then later on Nikki came to my room, asking if I'd walk with her to McD's, as she hadn't eaten since Friday night. Her quote was "I need meat." So there was a conversation in there, and at about 1 am Alex turned up outside my door, wondering if I wanted to walk to the 7-11 with him. This walking down the street was getting familiar, but I agreed and another pretty interesting conversation ensued. People, no matter how much they are genetically imbalanced (whatever that means) are always worth so much. Invaluable, you might say, although that suggests that they don't have any value. Quite the opposite.

That was Saturday. On Friday night I (for some odd reason) decided to help out the Theatre Sports team from college - we participated against the other colleges. Theatre Sports - let me explain. There are 1 minute, 2 minute and 3 minute games which each college's team has to play. eg. Our first round involved acting out a Commercial, for whatever product was given to us. In our case it was re-usable tissues, and you get 30 secs to discuss with the other 3 people in your team. This was enacted on a stage in North Court, overlooked by INU bar, meaning about 600 half-drunk students. The games were interesting, but it basically means getting up on stage and making a fool out of yourself. We weren't great, but we came 6th out of 11 colleges, and we had fun.

And now this post miraculously ends. Today (Sunday) it began being boilingly hot, and gradually the wind/clouds moved in, and by late afternoon it was raining more heavily than I've seen in ages. Woohooo! I jumped around in the rain with other crazy people, but i didn't hang around long.


Then, I played Ben Folds in the chapel, and missed my girlfriend performing in Castlemaine. Dammit. And I spoke to Stu.



If you're wondering about the title of this post (don't know why you would be, but...) just keep wondering.

I am happy.

Well, comparatively happy. I just finished my assignment (due last Thursday, i might add) after working on it most of today. That's not why I'm happy though. I was reading other people's blogs last night - those of my friends - and they often contained gloomy, sad, tearful, agonising, gut-wrenching expressions of pain and sorrow. And I thought, well, I think I've probably got it alright. I may be crap at a lot of things (propping up conversations, completing stuff on time, being places on time, not leaving things lying in random places, displaying emotion, thinking of other people, etc.) but at least I don't really WORRY. I know vaguely where I'm heading, what I might do when I get there, and that I have a few small talents which I can use to make other people's lives better. And I have a girlfriend - I guess that makes a difference too. Well, I know it makes a difference, but... not the point. Blergh, as Snoopy puts it. [shakes brain around] Ok, well that'll do for this morning.

http://davey.com

AL-RIGHT! My own... umm...... tree-caring-for company! Want Large Tree Moving? Not a problem! Need to manage and maintain the beauty of North America's most prestigious commercial grounds? Leave it all to The Davey Tree Expert Company.

The Long Trip To Tipperary Which You Can Take Your Friends On

Does anybody realise what a mess society is in? I have a lot of thoughts I need to vent on this topic, and here may as well be the place to vent them. Hmm... thought-venting. Anyway, I feel sorry for generations of the future. It all started at the beginning of time, which was surprisingly enough, on the 3rd of February. Don't ask me why. It's a fact. The Truth. What is the Truth? Who keeps it? Who knows it? And who is misled by it? Because the truth will set you free. Or so you think. Truth is, the truth is NOT everything. Hence the lowercase 't'. Sometimes it's better to live with the knowledge that you DON'T know, and that you will NEVER know. We search, but we have absolutely no idea what we should be searching for. Or rather, so many people have lived their lives before us that we know *too much* what we should be searching for. We tread the much-trodden paths of those before us, all the while helping the rest of humanity along to some sort of conclusion. Is there a conclusion? Surely there must be. There is an end in all of us, in all of Nature - it's when we die. That's an obvious end. Or is it? There is a beginning in all of us, too - it began when we were born. Or did it? Maybe there IS an end and a beginning, but they are so closely woven into the past, the present, and the future, that they don't count. They are endings and beginnings - or beginnings and endings - but they are only marking points in the great onward-rolling flow of Time. They are only a part of everyone else's endings and beginnings. And that's why the rest of us matter so much. No man is an island, as they say. But I'm off to the Music Library, so that's all for now. Enjoy!

WO.

Wo man. Long time no postee!

But now I must goee.

As usualee.


Soon, my young Skywalker.