I'll keep chasing that far away dream.

Well, I'm back for another blog-attack by none other than myself, Lewis.

The past couple of weeks have been a bitch, from assignments to the opposite sex, its been messing around with my mind quite a bit.
So yeah. I went out with a girl last week, spent the day with her, got to know her better, had a great time and then finished it off by ruining the day. I won't go into it, but I'm sure I shouldn't have done it.
Later that night, I attended a mates Movember party, which I had one of the best nights I've had in a fair while, though, the ever present time earlier that day, kept bringing me down. As soon as the bourbon hit me, 5 x 440ml 8% cans later, I had a drunken epiphany.
Maybe i got shut down, but who's to tell me I'm not allowed to like who I like.
I wasn't going to listen to my sober self.


I know, I'm a beast.

I found out that this was a good thing. Later that week, the above mentioned girl and I are still close, and who knows what could happen in the future, though, I don't know if I'm wasting my time or not. Who cares.

We'll see how it progresses, though, don't hold your breath, the bare few who read this.
Soon enough you'll be blue in the face.

Peace out,





Lewis.

Welcome Lewis; To the world of blogs.

Well, how about that huh?
I've made myself a 'Blog'. Highly influenced by Bookus though :D
Anyway.
First blog. What to write... What to write...
Okay, I'll start with my day then. In high detail. Sounds good!

Stirring awake from my sleep, with the sharp yell of "LEWIS GET UP!" from Dad, always gets me up and ready without any quarrels. Okay... I lie. I was cut. And damnit, my cat opened the door. Brb.

Okay anyway. After flailing around like a goldfish out of water on my bed, I slowly dragged myself army-crawl style, face first on the gound, to the toilet, where I've gotta say, I did the worlds longest whizz. Too much information? Alright, well, yeah.

After dragging myself still face first, I slid to the table and poured a reall huge bowl of cereal.
Noticing the time, I ran like a retarded camel to my room, got dressed and got ready to climb to the summit of my bowl of cereal. Oxygen mask and climbing aparatus in hand. I looked at the clock once again, at the bottom right hand corner of Karl Stefonovic's face, to my dismay, it was 7:29, having to be at the bus stop about 200 metres down the road, by at least 7:32. I finished the gigantic bowl of cereal, and got the forklift to take it to the sink.

After running down the hallway, multi-tasking; texting somone, brushing my teeth, putting my iPod in my pocket, finding my wallet, tying my tie up, putting my shoes on and zipping them up, whilst applying my aftershave, I ran smack-bang into the front screen door, as I do every morning. With the words "OH FUCKEN FUCK SHIT" holding my face where I had hit the coarse mosquito mesh, with my Mum's reply "LANGUAGE!! And, you should've learnt by now, you've been doing that since you went into year 7.". Alas, she speaks the truth...

Waiting at the bus stop, I was once again abused by 5 year olds on bikes, yelling out "FUCK YOU BRO, MOTHERFUCKER.", more than once. I absent mindly stepped infront of the bigger one, sending him swerving onto the grass, over the kirb and onto the road. Luckily, no cars were injured. :P Kidding.
Anywayyy, I got onto my bus, and pumped the tunes. My morning ritual.
After some time on the bus, I escaped as a dirty, hairy, huge dude sat down near me, And I ran away crying hysterically. Not really, but you get what I mean.
After having to actually RUN across the road to avoid a car, I J-walked my way across the main roads and shuffled to school, politely waved and greeted the almight Matty McLean, and found my comrades.

First Period
Art. My favourite of all colouring and sketching subjects, minus the savoury character, Mister Cerniauskas, who, I might add, slightly resembles Buzz Lightyear in his later years, without the plastic oxygen bubble, and laser attachments. After looking forward to an Art practical all morning, and having free reign on colours and all sorts of destructive elements, Mr. C sadly pronounced that we're doing a "drawing excersise.". Pfft. So, we draw it, and my second drawing is compiled of a mix between a flower, car, house and bridge. It was heinous. Next was a drawing of my viking brotherin, Marcus, done by my epic LEFT HAND!! (note: I am right handed). His emo fringe was perfectly interpreted, and I if i might say so myself, was the best representation of Marcus in paper form. After this, I made my way to the light tables, and sat by myself, trying to finish the tattoo design, in process for Neil. Well, all was well until Liz, came over. The ever-lovable Liz. Well, this just got me distracted and we started a-talking. By the end of it, we had discussed various things, including the fact that Mr. C is on his period. I didnt get much of the tattoo design done, but people still thought it was good. So I'm easy. That was about it.

English
Ms. Hendry. Hot stuff. HAH, kidding, ew. Well, as everyone in '12ENSO6' knows, Ms. Hendry is an über teacher *sly giggle*. Haha, anyway, after the gruelling task of reading Cosi by Louis Nowra, and the confusing fact that a main character in the play-text's name is Lewis, the same as mine, and after the teacher reffering to 'Lewis' as a real person every 2 seconds, and scripting SOMONE ELSE to play Lewis, I was royally peeved, and was told to clean the desk as "a personal favour" for the teacher, as I had graffitied all over it. I quickly base jumped out of the floating classroom, 2km's above the school, and pulled my parachute just in time, landing in the hall for assembly.

Assembly
Utter peice of shit. Apart from laying eyes apon the ever beautiful Brooke, which made me happy. Very happy. After listening to the drool of everyone that talked, we listened to Tom's thing about his trip to Bogaineville or w/e it is. That was pretty cool. But Wayne. Wayne. Dear god. Seriously, that kid is annoying. I don't know whats wrong with him, nor do I care to find out what he's got and why he's in year 12, but he felt the need to stand on my hands as I was leaning backwards on the ground. I thought "Well sure, it was a mistake, so I'll move my hand.", which I did, and yet again, he STANDS ON MY HAND AGAIN. Being my naive self, I moved my hand thinking nothing of it but another mistake, but... the third time... He did it again, and I turned around, and growled a proffanity I do not wish to even murmur here, expressing my anger toward Wayne's actions. After this episode, I tried to catch Brooke's eye, but to no avail.
Assembly was let go and I was crowd surfed out of the hall.

Recess
Pretty much the same old Recess...
Say hi to everyone.
Talk, laugh, eat, eat, eat, talk, eat while talking, talk while eating, laugh while doing all of the mentioned, and the occasional hug from Hannah, Eloise or Jaime, and tickling Jaime and El.
Good fun.
But an amazing twist occured. I found Brooke, and one of her friends that is in my society and culture. Even though I was short on words as I always am around her, we had a short chat as the hurried year 12's scuttled off to their classes, and shared an amazing embrace. Ah, if only that didn't end. And after we said our goodbyes, she came back for another. It made my day.

Multimedia Technology
Ah, my love and hate. Good for a while, but when you've actually started your HSC major assignment, not even the Airconditioned Comfort of B127 will save you from hatred. After lots of 'Research' (aka: looking at random sites for an hour) I blissfully carried myself toward my Tutor group at the end of class, keeping my eyes peeled for Bookus, who's tutor group, if I'm not mistaken, is my Multimedia classroom.. But again, to no avail. :( :(

Long Ass Tutor Group
Sat bored, thinking about a certain somone and when I would see them, listening to Mrs. Shute's boring-ass, soft voice, that makes me angry, talk about some stupid bloody thing that I didn't give a fuck about. 'Scuse my french. :D! After this, was Lunch. The finest of our 2 half an hour breaks from schoolwork. :

Lunch
Generally lunch. Boring. Pretty much exactly the same as recess. Minus me being able to find Brooke, as she was Drama-ing it up. Haha.

Society and Cunture
Well, I don't even wanna talk about this subject.
All we do is talk about McDonald's. Seriously, I don't care about Ronald McDonald and his stupid effing Rainforest Blend Coffee. THANKYOUVERYMUCHSIR.

END OF DAY


Bus stop
HAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
:D
All I'm gonna say is I got to hug her twice again.
WOOT.
And, then I bussed it home with Jaime and Konny.


Thats about it for today, And I think I could get used to expressing my usual case of Verbal Diarroeah on the interwebz.

Anyway kiddo, Thanks for reading.
=]

Vegeta, over and out.
(AKA Lewis).