After much thinking...

"Torture buddies!"

I realise that this post is going to take a *long* time to write, but I have today, and tomorrow to do my other duties.

Main problem/gripe of the day? My essay.

It's got a reversal of problems; This time, it's my ideas which are bad, not my expression.

Which means that my tutor is helping, and I'm just being lazy.

Oh well, oh well. That just means I need to reword a few little things, and ALL SHALL BE WELL.

Then I can study my other things.

I figure, that after someone linked me, that I should maybe write a small recount of my year 7-10 life.

But today I have swimming, so maybe I'll do that when I get back?

As for who I'm "always talking to at school", I have a half dozen friends who are in different time zones, so the only feasible time I can talk to them *is* at school. Why they stay up and talk to me, instead of sleeping...well. That only happens with one friend, and she's a really close friend to me. The reason I don't/can't return the favour, is because when she's at school, she can't talk to me anyway. (Ban on electronics.)

Anyway, for that special someone, I hope you enjoy your special something which I owed you anyway. Even if we/you/I don't remember why I needed to get you one/wanted to get you one, I wanted to, because of a new reason. Because for whatever reason, maybe I'm just too screwed up, maybe because I'm insane, maybe because I'm just unconventional I feel like I don't show that I care enough, or that you think that I don't care enough. Or something else.

I'll have to interrupt this train of thought, because I have to go swimming. Maybe I'll think about it more there.

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I have returned.

I don't know what's worse, a lower abdomen + double leg cramp, or a headache cause of Ammonia.

T_T

Anyway, I think I'm getting better at chess. Maybe just a bit more patient.

Now, about that year 7-now thing....hm.

Well, alright, why the heck not.

Year 7 - Moving in, with pals, made friends with a few people, briefly exchanging ideas and whatnot with Kram and Sodbong, before making friends with ISS Ruse Pal, who ends up leaving on the last day of school. Pretty much a bludgy year.

Year 8 - Not really has changed, except actually making friends with Kram and Sodbong, and y'now cruising through, playing games, not doing much, so and so, not really caring. If ever you wanted to see an immature me, just find the photos and vids of me in year 7-9.

Year 9 - Same old, same old, concerned more about gaming than anything else, which I do regret, though I regret a LOT in my life. Still...Camps and whatnot are a bit of fun, but not too much. I do find that I'm ambidextrous in a few obsolete things like Archery and Kayaking.

Year 10 - Formal, girls, Sodbong going all hating on me. Really, I do apologise for being a jackass around this time to you, Renee, I don't have any excuse for it, besides being an idiot. (If I'm not an idiot anyway.) I did get together with one of the most influential, and therefore, one of the most important people in my life, though she doesn't know it, nor does she care.

Year 11 - After a while of heartbreak, and identity crisis, which I'm still going through (The crisis, not the heartbreak, though there have been massive changes in me, which I'm still trying to catalogue.) I still don't know who, what and how, I am.

Though I did end up during this time making friends with a whole bunch of people, and to this day, I'm still friends with most of them. And then there was the ISS. Hoboy. That was great fun. And well. To most of you, it might seem to be a mysterious, shadowy "Invitation only" group, I'll try to explain it all, over the course of my posts.

For starters, let's start with the thumbs up.

Pretty much, it's an extended joke throughout the entire 2 weeks.

Let's start from the beginning.

"What is physics?...It is a warm sunny afternoon..."

And our first talk is by renowned physicist at CERN, working at/for/around/on the LHC (Whatever you will. Oh man. I love Iago's lines. Maybe that's why my essay turned out like a prejudiced piece of crap. Because I sympathise with Iago. I *know* him. Maybe I'm just weird. *shrug*)

Now. There are *multiple* around this mysterious physicist, Prof. Allan Clark.

But the one we shall attempt to explain revolves around the Talent Night. Where the staffies (The people who lead the groups and whatnot. I'll explain them later.) made a play, and basically, threw every ISS2011 joke into it.

And one of them was an impersonation of Allan Clark, complete with a silver disco wig. And dem thumbs. Yes. Those thumbs. Also, you're meant to yell out in a sophisticated air, "I'm Allan Clark!"

The thumbs up actually originates from his judging a bridge building competition, and if the bridge was good, he'd put his thumbs up, and shout "It's good!".

So, that's more or less, one of the billion jokes from ISS, more or less explained. If there's anymore that you don't quite get, do ask.

One last thing. I kinda want to talk about the people who are important in my life, one. at. a. time.

Painful? Perhaps. But I want this to be a record of *me*. So stand back and watch.

(I'm guessing that's the right one. Because it's hard to tell. But I <3 that song.)

So, person ア

Remember what I said about change being irreversible, and inevitable? If you meet someone, they change you, and you change them?

I think I'll talk about one of my "200000000 Japanese girlfriends", just to keep Matt and whoever else happy.

We met on ISS, though, I always kinda f lt that my Japanese was inadequate, and well. They spoke at a reasonably fast pace, ie; normal pace, so I could keep up sometimes, and other times, I'd have to make do with whatever facial and body expressions I could see/hear.

Long story short, she's important to me, because she made me realise that people *do* cry quite easily, and for various reasons. She made me realise that the people around you, whether you know them very well, or not, still matter, and deserve the same respect, and care as anyone else.

For that Black Ram who was all "Oooh, hand holding", she *was* crying. And I hate it when people around me are distressed, because I feel like I can't do anything. So I did what I could.

Perhaps I'm too much of a "touchy-feely" guy or "flinging my hands everywhere" as a close friend of mine puts it. Maybe you're right. But what's worse, someone who tries to show that they care, but comes across as too forward, or someone who might care, but doesn't really seem to show it? Maybe I'm being paranoid.

I know you don't really mean anything of it, I'm just saying.

Hoboy. This is getting long. I think I better wrap it up here. Right about now, I'm trying to contact my important friend ア because we haven't talked in about 2 weeks. Half my fault, half hers, I think.

Hoping people take note, and maybe think about what I'm written. And perhaps comment. Importance, in that order.