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I would like a nice career, preferably something I enjoy doing, with a challenge. A career that would support my family on its own would be very nice, though if my wife would have to work, it wouldn't really worry me. I would love to have two or three kids, I love kids. Raising them, I mean. All the dirty work, the missus can do. :drunk: A nice big house, two storeys high, on a large block of land. We're living on a 157-hectare block now, and it's alright. A larger block would be great, something around 500-hectares would do just fine, though we'd have to move further out in the country to find some land like that. Basically, my life is half planned out. I know it won't go [i]exactly[/i] to my plans, though I hope my future turns out to something like it, doesn't have to be particularly close, though along the lines of would be ideal. At the moment, this sight isn't looking to good. I'm going to have to pick up my school attitude to get a future like that.

We have a Russian teacher for Information Technology this year. He's accent is as strong he has trouble saying "hello", he yells nearly everything he says when he's talking to kids, and when in class we can't so much as even [i]breathe[/i] too loud. Well, not really, but he's bad enough.

My mum doesn't want me giving out any information relating to our where-abouts, as if we're living here illegally or something. I'm not even supposed to post my name, going by her... My dad couldn't care less. He's got his business around, and cares nothing more for anything else.

Depression. Loneliness. Sadness. All of these emotions have the same curve, and they all cause alot of emotional pain. For me, they're all boiled into one. One emotion. I feel it everyday. The last four years of my life, there hasn't been a day about without it. Though it's what makes my life what it is today, and I can live with it. Erasing it would alter my life, and that's not what I want to do. I hate suffering the down times I get, absolutely hate them. But without it, my life would be too good. I'd erase it completely, if it didn't run such a large track in my life. But it does, I can live with that, I'd rather live with this emotion consisting of three, and all the others, than live a life missing the most important emotions to me.

I'm necer grouchy in the morning. I'm tired, but isn't everyone? When I'm tired, that's not what gets me grumpy, it's when I'm hungry, or bored. I hate those two things, whenever I'm hungry I don't eat anyway, so usually I'm grumpy for the whole day. If I'm bored, well, that passes, 'cause I find something to do. Though I'm never grumpy in the morning unless I'm sick or hungry. That hasn't been for a while.

We aren't allowed gum in class. Stupid. Just stupid. We can't bleach or streak our hair. Again, stupid. I have streaked hair, and no-one has said anything. It's as if the rule doesn't even stand. Yet it's outlined, underlined, and in bold in the school diaries as "Rule No.2". :drunk: Deoderants aren't allowed at school. Got no idea why. Not even the roll-on stuff.

When I think about it, there's actually many little things in my life I'd change, without a second thought. ...though I guess those little things make it what my life is today. No doubt, if I had the chance to change them, I would. Though it'd affect my life, the way it's going, and probably screw it up more than I'd like. Basically, if changing something wouldn't affect the way my life is now, it's be good. I'd do it. Though there's some things in there that are most likely best to leave alone...

Hmm... I wouldn't want to change into someone for he rest of my life, though it'd be interesting to see what someone else's life is like for atleast a day or two. I'd like it to be someone in the music industry, a singer, a guitarist, a drummer, of one of my favourite bands. Say.. the lead singer of Stone Sour -Corey Taylor, or the lead singer out of Staind. I don't know, there's nobody that I like so much that I want to completely change into them and be them for the rest of their life. And face their problems. And enjoy their life and hate their life. No way. My life is too good to change to another lifestyle. I could miss a day or two, though for any longer wouldn't feel right.

I eat mashed potatoes and mashed pumpkin together. Though I don't think that's too weird... How about grilled sea-legs with ketchup and vinegar? Grilling them is unusual in itself, they're usually deep-fried. But with vinegar and ketchup, it's the best.

There's nothing I would change. Or rewind and do over. My life is as good as it's going to get, and there's no way I'm going to change it. I've got alot of things going for me that others don't, and alot of thigns I wish I had but don't, and still, I like my life.

Not really something to laugh about, yet it's something that I remember from a long time ago, and still, we both remember it. I had missed my bus from school, so I went home with my friend. We were out in his backyard, when suddenly he wanted to have a fight. I didn't know what he was on about, until he smashed me across the back of the head with a plank of wood. We went on for an hour, using weapons against each other, bashing each other out to nothing. We came out bruised and battered, and his mum chucked a fit. I was sore for a week or two after that. Man, what a memory to live with. The good old times.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by DevilzAdvocate [/i] [B]Ive stolen things, at school i stole a mouse from the computers, the next day i took it back with a guilty consience, at school we have a competition me and my friends to see who can steal the most pens without getting caught in 1 day. Its wrong i no but its just something to do. [/B][/QUOTE]We do that too, usually on fridays, since that's the day when everyone is excited because of the weekend. Everyone is jumping around and mucking up in class, nd it's easy to steal pens from other kids in the class. I too admit it's wrong, but like you said, it's great fun.

A car. There's no way my parents are going to buy me a car, or anyone I know. So, I'll have to buy it myself. And the word "buy" is in that, so I don't agree. I'd wish for ne of my favourite cars, to just appear in my front lawn one day, in working-order, it doesn't have to be bent-new, but nice. Preferably a Holden CV8 Monaro, HRT 427 Monaro, Holden Torana A9X, or L34, something along those lines. ...what else would I wish for, at this momentin time? Nothing. Just the car.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by lea2385 [/i] [B]i used to go to a private school.....one of the things that i didnt like was that the school was so expensive, and yet they got teachers that couldnt teach (some of them had difficulty speaking english -.- )[/B][/QUOTE]That's the issue at my school. Going to a private catholic school, doesn't always give you the best education. Half the teachers at my school are from either England, Indonesia, Malaysia, Russia, Cheqoslovakia, Canada, or America. Now, of course, the American and English teachers don't have a problem, only that there are a total of three teachers from those countries. The rest of the foreign teachers are from countries that don't speak english. Even though they were teachers overseas, they couldn't speak english, and the school still employed them as teachers. You'd think they'd be language teachers, or something. We've got a Malaysian maths teacher, where the kids have trouble understanding him saying "Good morning class". Not one of them has anything to do with language, no, we've got Australian teachers teaching Japanese, Indonesian, and Russian. :drunk: Don't get me wrong, they'd be good teachers if we could understand them. Uniforms aren't a problem here.. actually, they are. Button-up shirts, the plain grey trousers, shirts tucked-in, etc. Every kid here hates it. We have a sports uniform that's a bit more daggy, and it's not surprising to see nearly every boy wearing it every day. We still got the stereotypes happening too, the "cool" boys and girls, the "nerds", and all that. Doesn't change.

Pens, permanent markers, boxes of chalk, late-notes, etc. All the small stuff that can get you through a day at school.

Yeah, I believe in them to a certain extent. Once they start taking over humans and controlling them, then no. I've had a few experiences... actaully, only two. One was really serious, of an image of my great grandfather walking down the hallway in our old house, he had been dead since after World War II. The other experience, not much, a flying pig gives you the idea of what it's like.

My school depends so much on stereotypes, it wouldn't run without them. All the coolness, the loserness, and ****. Everyone fits into a category, not one kide is left out. And it sucks. Face it. The world wouldn't turn without them, stereotypes.

Well, to put it simply, my favourite mythical creature is the dragon, maybe because I was born in the Year of the Dragon. Chinese or something... I've never really looked into the phoenix, all I know is it's a bird to do with fire. And I know that's cool.

Fruit doesn't do much for me. Eating an apple tends to dry me out, more than restore any energy. Water, refreshes me. If I'm tired, it won't do anything. If I'm hot, thristy, sore, it'll fix that up right away. Fruit won't.

I've lost a few dogs in my life. We've had about four or five dogs since I was born, they've lasted for about a year or two, and than ran away or got lost. We live out on a one-hundred-and-fifty-seven acre block of land, and it's not hard to get lost. We actually had an Australian Red Cattle-Dog, or.. blue. I'm not sure, I think he was a red Cattle-Dog. His nme was "Jacko". He was an awesome dog. I loved him. My parents couldn't handle him anymore, and they wouldn't listen to us kids, so they took him to the pound. I nearly cried... I think I did. It was so sad. I'm not sure hwat happened after, whether he got a new home, or not.. I know I was heart-broken. I missed him for a long time. Since we've lost Jacko, I've never really cared much, once they've gone. I liked their company while they were around, but once they were gone, it didn't worry me much. My mum once remined me that we had a dog called "Saint" or something, a white and black dog from what I remember of a photograph.. it died from mouth cancer, I think. My parents were upset, they had the dog for a long time. We now have a dog called "Lexie", a little Jack-Russell Terrior. She's annoying, alot of the time.. though I enjoy her company. We've had her for ages. She's a nice little dog. I'm sorry about your dog, Trigun11. Hope you can cope.

I'm not really [i]the[/i] prankster in my class, more like a group of us. There's a group of us, about 5 all together. There's about 30 kids in the class, and there's 980 kids within the school, and out of all the jokes that happen every day, within the whole school, atleast 2 of us are involved. And 3 quarters of those happen in our classroom. :drunk:

I'd love a job to do with sport. Football preferably, rugby league. Any other sport, no. Actually playing rugby league, as in a professional sportsman, yeah, I'd love it. I'd give up any other job for it. Coaching, management, I'd take it, for sure. It's with football. Other than that, I'd take a job with fishing. :drunk: I know that's not likely, but I'd love it anyways.. A professional race driver. A sport, dangerous, yeah, but my love of cars would absolutely [i]drive[/i] me to it. (bad joke, I know -_-) Then there's always a computer engineer, programmer, builder, dealer, etc. Anything with computers would be great. I actaully would like to join the Australian Navy and be a computer engineer. I'd love to be in the Navy, maybe a technician, something to do with computers, electronics.. I get sea-sick though. :drunk:

Self-control is half the answer. It can tell you not to deal in the drugs, get in the ****, all you been in. Though they have their ways too. Self-coltrol isn't goin to stop them from being there. If they know you, and they see you, their not goin' to just walk past as if you're not there. Knowing the line between right and wrong is what gets you there. You can still "roll" with them, just don't be the idiot and take the drugs and ****. That might make them think less of you, but what can you do? If it does, they're... igneranuses. :drunk: Self-control and.. that other thing work together. These things might be the same.. but what? They still work together. You need both of them to deal with it (I think they're different ;)). Get your self-control into shift, and your senses working. You'll be fine then.

I once actually tried it, and the first wrestling match I signed-up for went bad. My opponent was a kid I absolutely [i]hated[/i] in school, and get it over him once and for all would be the happiest day of my life (then, anyway). And he knew it. We started off, and he suddenly threw a punch... as in, a "fight" punch, and it felt like he knocked my jaw out of my mouth. It went on, smashing him up into the side of a few lockers, and smashing me into tables, when the operator came into the "spare gym" and found us (we ended up in the second gym). He broke it up. I [i]did[/i] get my serving of his flesh, and he did mine. I was more happy than anything after that day. Then I quit the sport. :drunk: I love the sport, though to participate in it, would shake me up permanently.

I had asthma when I was young. I grew out of it when I was about four, though recently I've been suffering alot of coughing attacks with colds, flu, and headaches. The doctor has just said I've got a mild re-occurance of asthma. I have a puffer, but hardly use it. It doesn't help me at all.