I'm tired. Not really sleepy tired though, just tired in general. Got up really early for period 0. That extra shirt underneath really helped with the cold though. Had a nice time in the warm library doing english reasearch. Biology next was coldddd, talked to Megan and Tess about things. Then we had that oh so fun waste of a day english excursion. It wasn't all too bad. Anyway, met up with Lorene, I thought we were all walking to her house to get changed but I was wrong about that. Smit gave us a lift there, detour to Petes house then to school then back to Petes house before. He is a really good driver, we think that accident he had awhile back may have helped him though. Hes slowed down some. When we got to Lorenes, her scary dog was waiting. A big alsatian that always barks at me, shes scawy. I'll have to pat her and try to get her to like me before Saturday or she'll kill me in my sleep lol.
Anyways, nice bus ride to the station, talked to mah friends. Then we all met up and had maccas. I got mocked by Bence for being a "Sydney fag who got a happy meal," so sue me. Those toys are good for 5 minutes of entertainment. But they didn't have any left :( so I got a free box of cookies yay! He was so stoned though, it was funny. He is the GOD of cs, I swear. Kills everyone, but thats another story. Fun train trip in, laughed at some guy and had battery races. Got to the city, haven't seen much of it in the day time. We walked to Starbucks, not my dear friend Starbucks house but the coffee place. Had me a chocolate frapacino. It was really really really good. Bordering on orgasmic. I love the churchs though. They have that beautiful gothic architecture I so love. I asked mom about them on the way home, so I am going to see all the beautiful ones in Europe. I wanna see the Dome of the rock in Jerusalem too. But anyways back to my day...
We saw Breaker Morant. It was a very good movie, on par with Gallipoli. Although only Aussies and New Zealanders would understand why that was such a great movie. Break Morant is about a soldier who fought in the Boer war in 1901, right after federaiton. The Brits made up the unit he ended up being in command of and when Hunt, his Captain, best friend anddddd the brother to his wife, was killed and mutilated by the Boers he wanted revenge. He ordered the execution of Visser, who was wearing Hunts uniform, and 6 other pows. Up to when Hunt was killed, he'd ignored the Brtish standing order to execute all pows though, then he went with it as a way of revenge. He also ordered the shooting of a German missionary named Hesse, I'm not saying that was justified. Morant, Handcock and Witton were set up for a court martial about it. But really, the charges about Hesse's murder were dropped. Kitchener, the commander in chief of the forces, lied about the verbal order though. They wanted a peace deal to get their hands on the gold and diamonds and end the war. There was this great scene, Kitchener says the Germans just want to get their hands on the gold and diamonds, they were paranoid about the Germans joining the side of the Boers, anyways, this major says "thank god we are so altruistic". I just loved that, the irony. Blah, they're executions were signed before the trial begun. They were executed over killing the pows, even though they were ordered to, even though soldiers all over South Africa were doing the same thing. Witton got life in prison, but was realeased after less than 3 years because of the dodgy trial. Morant and Handcock were executed the next morning though, no blindfolds. They were set up, it was all political manoevouring. Its weird though, we Australians always make heroes of the bad guys, the larikins, the guys who aren't the best human beings but are typical Australians and that just make us realise who we are. Ned Kelly, Breaker Morant, the man from snowy river, Chopper etc. That whole mateship spirit, never leaving a mate behind. It all stuck around from wars, especially Gallipoli. Well son, thats what started the Australians saying mate *pat pat* Now its off to bed.
Anyways, enough of the history lesson, sorry. Walked up to moms work, got a lift home, finished the end of that last book Mel and her mom sent. It was good, I like happy endings. I'm glad they got married and children too, thats extra good. Oh well, shower time for me. I'm proud to be where I'm from, wouldn't trade being Australian for the world. Wouldn't mind living some place else though. Oh well, as mom has made me love to say, cest la vie.