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¡Holá! I've come back. Like everyone. I like what you've done with the place it looks... well, it's different. More spacey. Well, it's been, what, years, must've been. I guess I need to perform an update. Ahem:
I'm not really a Maciel kinda person for ages, so I'm gonna be quite different from what I was back in 2004. I'm not sure what major changes I should involve you guys in (or even if you care about reading a /regresando/ rant), so I'll just blab.
I graduated from high school last year. It's been just a bit annoying, because there was a stage where I was nearly 'failing' Indonesian – if I did my year again I wouldn't have done Indonesian /and/ Spanish as subjects, heck, I wouldn't have bothered picking up Indonesian in the first place. I mean, the culture is interesting and I've learned a lot about south-east Asian culture, but the /language/, not so much. The grammar is quite easy, but the vocab is so unlike anything local that I've had trouble keeping any new words in my head. This, along with the fact that the culture doesn't really interest me to the point where I want to study it, meant I kinda slobbed my way through last year Indo. I think what may have helped lead to the destruction was that there were only eight of us in class, and only four in year 12 (interestingly, everyone in the class except me were girls, except the teacher Pak: Spanish was also comprised of /las estudiantes/, not /los estudiantes/, excluding Liam who sat in front of me and helped to create a grade low point in the corner which I barely notched back up to normalcy... I mean, erm, something that makes sense! Yar!) so that there was less of a need for me to be better than anyone in the class. One of the other things that could've led to it too was that I was really good at Spanish because...
In December last year, me and a bunch of other students went through Spain. It was great: the first time I was overseas. I never realised how old Europe actually is. It was weird actually being in the culture which you normally only read about in books, and talking the language you only hear on TV or audio tapes being played in class. It seems so long ago right now. I haven't got many pictures. I was going to get some from the massive photo-taking duo Ashton and Alex, or from some of the others, but I never got around to doing it... mrrrr... All I remember clearly are some bits where we went, e.g., through the Louvre (ok: we stopped for a couple days in Paris: une ville très belle if I say so myself), or just 'normal' stuff of waking up so early for the language school in Salamanca and trips to Galicia, etc., that we had to get to sleep at a, in the Spanish eyes, ridiculously early hour, and stuff hard to explain which made the trip feel real. I think I discovered on the trip that I can't, really, be amazed at anything. “Ooh, wow, we're at the Sagrada Familia: so what?” It kinda makes me feel, I don't know the right word, but, well, bad. Amusing fact: I only learnt the Indo word for bad last year: never needed it before. The culture means that don't say 'It's complete bollocks' coz the spirits will come and say 'you think this is bad, try /this!/', so they don't say 'bad' or anything...
Anyway, back to before: At the graduation, I, and tenor sax player Sian, got the, erm, Music Prize Thingie Of Which I Can't Remember The Official Title Correctly, which was good/surprising (although it could just be that no other yr12 qualified and they didn't want to decide between the two of us). Basically, it was just a cool certificate and $50. Anyway, after, I was heading to an after party being organised by whoever does these highschool parties, and on the way there, I went down a wrong side road (read: bushland), skidded and pranged the car. I noticed it the next day, and I'm sure that PEOPLE LOOKING FROM SPACE COULD SEE IT!!! I was übergrrrring. My mum's reaction was really quite reserved: “Oh, well: everyone crashes their car at least once, so this is the one and only time, that's good....” and it was HER CAR!!! I was like “ZOMFGOMFGsorrylolmeep!!!1 oh fank jeebus ur not going psyko lolwtf!!!” (i.e. the experience of being simultaneously shocked, self-depreciating, apologetic and relieved is relatively indescribable in written language). I think I worked out soon after that that the worst moments I've had in my life I've all had alone, and I always blame myself, never anyone else, for all my mistakes and problems.
When I left I was wanting to create something. The problem is that I want to type immediately stories I want to write, or I compose songs immediately from programs that technically I shouldn't legally possess free, but all my creating juices seem to destroy themselves when I get near a compy, so I haven't created anything. I've done a few songs using Frutyloops3, but while I was transferring them to a comp to burn onto CD, I wiped the original, and the burn didn't work, so I was like “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!omfglolwtf” (why does my internal monologue speak like an AOLuser?) but I just remembered this morning that I backed up some of my files on my dad's laptop (which has four times as much space as my li'l compy, but I guess that's what happens when you get an old POJ from 1997 that your dad's work was about to throw away) I'll just check... darn: wrong files. Oh, well. I've still got two mp3's which I created on file, and their quite ok (I think) but nothing else. Mrrr... oh well, my music career will just have to put itself on hold (if it exists at all...!) But I have created some pieces of writing, just barely. Some poems that I created for an English assignment, which my English teacher was ///this close/// to putting into the yearbook... I'm not sure how good they are. Maybe I'll put them on my geoshites webpage later, and see what you peoples think.
Oh, how rude of me, to all those people who found the SB in the past year (I'm sure I remember treeworshipper coming before I left): Hi! I'm Alex, but I've been known 'round here as Maciel back before whenever. I'm 18.37 years old, I have a gender that no-one here knows of – my claim to fame, I'm ambivalent to say – and I don't currently have a, ahem, partner, or anything. I'm just about to start university at the Uni of Adelaide, studying Spanish, History, Politics and Oh Crap I Haven't Enrolled For Enough Subjects Quick Does Anyone Have A Coin I Could Flip Quickly, I Hope To Gaad That I Don't Have To Do A Boring Topic, but only in the first semester. I'm blond, weigh and indeterminable amount of kilogrammes and enjoy walks on the beach and watching BBC sitcoms on ABC when I've got time. My music collection has become progressively larger and more eclectic since I got my mp3 player, including David Bowie, Marilyn Manson, the Cat Empire, Mylo, Moby, Enigma, Jamiroquai, Deep Forest and various compilations of Chillout, Dance, Raggaeton (don't ask) and Symphonic Metal: setting my player to random and listening to it at night in a dark room is the weirdest thing in the cuniverse, and I'm starting to think of a divination practice called empithrimancy, where the kinds of songs that appear somehow reflect my mood or the near future. Was weird one night when I met an old friend I used to be interested in and that night all the love songs appeared on the player, one after the other... I'm currently up-to-date with book five of Harry Potter thanks to a loan from a friend, I haven't seen any Trek or Wars for the past twelve months and I'm stuck on page 102 in LOTR, if anyone thinks that's important. Oh, despite the fact that I'm 18, I don't drink at all. Yeah, that's basically me.
Well, I'm here. I may view the SB more often now than I used to, and may (heaven forbid) talk every so often. So, hi again.
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AUTHOR OF THIS MESSAGE
Maciel
MESSAGE TIMESTAMP
05 february 2006, 04:43:35
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