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Thursday, March 28, 2002
 
Easter is coming, and in the southern hemisphere the meaning of it is lost. Our festival of fertility and rebirth occures in a period of destruction, decay and death. That's autumn, of course.

My brother forgot what Buon Pascale means. I probably spelt that wrong, but oh well. Man, I love this keyboard. It's the school keyboard, but it's one of the nice new ones, so it's pretty funky to type on. Not like my poor, abused sticky keyboard at home where half the letters have been worn off over the course of time. Yes, I am in a lesson. Information Processing. I'm breaking.

Most of you will probably not know this, but Actually have a tallent. Recent events have brought it to my attention. My tallent is my ability to fall over in an interesting, ammusing and often spectacular way. I don't want to brag, but I think I'm damn good at falling over. Yesterday brought it to my attention again, when I fell down the stairs at school. I got to thinking about other times I've fallen over and made an ass of myself- Like when I was at rehersals and I slipped on a drama block, landing face first on it flat on my stomach. That was a more recent one, but I managed once to fall over and bang my head on the edge of the computer desk. That's why I'm still friends with this girl I knew back in reception (of course, not because we went to the same school). Although knowing me, that can't last...

Our school has been taken over by an evil force. White scale. These little moth-like insects are everywhere where there is even a hint of plantlife, and all up the road. It's absolutely horrible! Okay, that's out of my system...

I'm spending Easter at my fathers, and he's picking me up tonight. With luck, that means I'll get some serious writing done. That's my hope anyway. Obviously I'll have other stuff to do, but that's the dream.

Hmmm, mayhaps I should go back to work. Ah well, I've said too much anyway. Laters.

Now the screens are filled with heroes and losers, but the sky's still filled with stars
~Midnight Oil, Golden age
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