Petrol Prices.

I have found out, that we all need a cause: health care, schools, something bigger and more important than us, so we could really help others, and I've finally found mine, it is, find out who is responsible for the constant change in the price of petrol... and then kill them. I tell you what I am going to miss, I am going to miss big cares, because, let's be honest, it's going to be a bit difficult to loose your virginity in the back of one of those tiny smart cars. But the price of petrol going up and down like this, it's gone from $1.30 to $2.00 to $1.00; my friend said, "Well, that's the way it works." No, it's not. Nothing works like that, hamburgers aren't $6.00 then $30.00 then free; and are people still getting pulled in by the illusion of a saving? "Look Hun, this petrol station is selling petrol at $1.29 and this one is selling it at $1.28. We're eating teak tonight."
Let's just put petrol at one price and leave it.

Getting Fit and Getting Old.

Working out at the gym, running, jogging, and any kind of thing like that, just is not for me, not at all. My friend who loves jogging and running, says after he goes for a big run up around a few blocks and up and down a massive hill and back, he gets this thing he calls a 'Runners High' but I can get the same feeling after eating a bag of Doritos and a hot dog and then walk up a flight of stairs. I tried going to the gym once, the trainer said, "You get addicted." I said, "No, I don't think so, I think I could quit the gym any time I want, I think I could quit the gym cold turkey, and then eat the cold turkey."
I don't mind if you like doing this stuff, just keep it away from me; just remember, every hour you spend at the gym, is an hour I'm sitting at the bar chatting up your girlfriend.
Another thing that annoys me, not as much as the working out, but it still annoys me, is how people are so afraid of getting old. Why are we so afraid of getting old? Each generation gets weaker and lazier, I don't care how old you are, your parents were twice as tough as you are, my father used to walk across town to get to school, and he works at night, but, if I go to the store, and the barber in the same day, then I need a nap. I am 16, so, I'm not even aloud to drink alcohol yet, but when my father was my age, he was leaving for the navy, and had his future planned out, I have done nothing about my future, and my biggest achievement in life has been owning all nine seasons of 'Seinfeld' and all eleven seasons of 'Frasier' on DVD. Isn't it weird, the only time you look forward to getting older, is when you're a little kid, when you're twelve or younger you're so excited you count in fractions, "I'm four and a half." You're never thirty-four and a half. Then when you reach your teenage years, you skip whole numbers, "I'm going to be 16." You could be 15, but you're going to be 16. Then, you become 21, you 'become' 21, it sounds like a big thing, but you turn 30, you 'turn' 30, it makes you sound like bad milk. Then, you are pushing 40, "oh, stay over there." Then, you reach 50, and you make it to 60, and then you've built up so much speed and momentum, that you hit 70. Then when you're in your 90's you start going backwards, "I was just 92." Then, if you are lucky enough to make it into your 100's then you become a little kid again, "I'm 104 and a half."

R.I.P.

I've got some bad news... well, it's bad news for me. My grandfather just passed away. Only a couple of hours ago. I still can't get my head around it. Rest In Peace, old man.

George Hill - 2nd of February 1935 to 13th August 2009.

The Start Of School.

Today was the last day of the first week back in term three, at least we got Monday off. My pop is still in hospital, he is better, but it looks like he is getting a small amount of dementia, but it might just be at the medicine is on. I'm working on another story, the two weeks off school really helped me get started.

Holidays.

Holidays at last. The 10th was the last day of the term, so I have two weeks off school, so that's great. Even though I think school is great, I still think it is even better when I don't have to go, I can do my own things.

Now, on a more darker note, my grandfather is very ill, and it doesn't look like he is going to be alive much longer, I doubt he'll even make the week out, even though it is possible he'll pull through it, it is not very likely... so pop, I love you, and I really, really, hope you get through this.

Happy Birthday.

I would like to mention my fathers birthday. It was yesterday. The 30th of June. He turned 55, luckily he hardly ever uses the internet, so at least he won't find I'm telling the public how old he is... I don't think he would like that. But he's a great father and hope he has had a good day.

Wayne Potter... 30th June 1954.