I will what I want, and I want what I will

This was posted up on facebook by my sister. Good on her.
And I will add my own little bit.
If I speak a different language in front of you, and you get pissed off, and tell me to go speak it somewhere else, do you get what you're subtly saying? You're basically saying 'Go back to your own country to speak your language bitch'. So next time I'm speaking Korean and someone LEGITIMATELY gets annoyed at me for speaking it, I'm going to explode and scream in your face :) Okay?.

Credit to Sunny for Being Awesome. My Eternal Sis.

So today I went to my Physics catch-up lab. For those of you who aren't in UNSW, in our Physics lab we have a 'hatch' that we go to where we hand in our student ID's in exchange for a nice, neat box of all the equipment that we need for that day's experiment. The 'hatch' is usually manned by this lady who's generally really unsmiling and seems to dislike kids, which makes me wonder why she's working at a university. 

Anyway, I finished early today and I packed all my equipment back into my box to return to the hatch to get my student ID back. As I was walking to the hatch, however, I overheard the conversation the hatch lady was having with the International (Asian) student in front of me. It seemed she had asked for his surname to find his student ID, and the student had misunderstood and given his first name. She was being kinda short with him (which is all standard for her) and told him 'You know we speak English at this university, right?'

At this I kind of stopped short and went 'whoa, no, really? Did she seriously just say that?'

Yeah. She really did. She then said 'surname is just another word for family name, they mean the same thing', and it was nice of her to explain, and the student got his ID back and everything was fine, but back. Track.

Let me tell you a thing. I really, really, really dislike the phrase 'We speak English at this university/here/there/anywhere'. It smacks of white entitlement and a false belief of ownership and it's just so damn UNNECESSARY. Putting aside its wide use by various members of the 'culturally conscious' (white) Australian public, let's have a look at why it was inappropriate in this particular situation. 

1. It was UNNECCESSARY. Of COURSE he knows that the vast majority of people speak English in Australia, and presumably in UNSW too. The purpose of Hatch Lady's statement wasn't to rectify something he had done wrong and it wasn't to inform him of something he hadn't known before. Had she wanted to do that, all she had to do was say something along the lines of 'Oh, surname is just another word for family name, now you know' and have left it at that. Why tack on such a snarky, sarcastic phrase before it?

2. It was belittling. Belittling, demeaning, making people feel stupid - take your pick of adjectives. She may not have meant it as such, but the phrase itself is what it is. It's rehashing an obvious fact in a sarcastic tone, as if the other person is too dumb to understand what it means. It reduces the other person down to their inability to speak English -- as if that was the most important thing about them. Let me tell you something. That guy is an international student, speaking two languages (most likely three, as most Asian countries have their own language and English as prerequisites (YES, PREREQUISITES -- MOST STUDENTS IN ASIA ARE FUCKING BILINGUAL) and encourage the learning of a third), doing ADVANCED PHYSICS IN HIS SECOND LANGUAGE, the contents of which most people don't even get in their first language. He KNOWS his English is bad compared to native speakers, and he's damn well stressing about it because hey, he may be good at Physics and Maths but half of the damn subject is solving word problems, so it affects his grades directly. He doesn't need you to make him feel any more shitty about it, especially not with such a damaging statement that ignores everything I just said about him and focuses solely on his lack of proficiency in English.

3. It's actually severely racist. You're telling everyone who doesn't speak English that they don't belong here. It's basically a subtler version of 'go back to your own country'. Um, newsflash: if us speaking a foreign language offends you, consider making speaking in an Indigenous Australian tongue the norm and then your irritation might make more sense. Once again, in this particular case, Hatch Lady is telling the international student to either 'speak English or go home', as if his other merits don't warrant further consideration in whether or not he's going to be an asset to Australia. And I know some of you are going to defend Hatch Lady and be all 'but that's not what she meant! You know she didn't mean it in a racist way'. Well, no, I don't know if she meant it in a racist way or not because who the fuck know what goes on in other people's heads? Internally she might be the most racist person on the planet and all she has to do is put on a facade and no-one will know. Even if she didn't mean it that way, THAT DOESN'T CHANGE THE FACT THAT IT SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN SAID. People always tell me that wording doesn't matter, as long as they meant it another way-- and to that I say BULLSHIT. Why the hell do we grade essays on how proficient someone is at manipulating the English language then? Shouldn't we just mark them according to what the student MEANT?! 

Bottom line is, language exists so that we can convey what we mean in the most accurate way. You cannot say something that someone construes as offensive and then say 'I didn't mean it that way'. Obviously, someone has taken it to be meant that way, and that means you didn't make yourself clear enough. If you can't utilise your own language to clearly convey your meaning, you have no right telling other people off about it. 

I would have said all this to Hatch Lady myself but I'm a) a coward and b) having another Physics catch-up lab on Friday and I wouldn't put it past her to sabotage my equipment. I feel shitty for not saying anything, though, because nothing is going to change if people who actually speak English well aren't going to reason with people like Hatch Lady and point out why they really shouldn't say things like that.

Tl;dr, 'We speak English here' is offensive and unnecessary and I really freaking hate it. I will speak Korean in front of you if I feel like it, dammit. Wasn't Australia a country of free speech?

Pueheschwela~

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HO HO MOTHER FUCKER
Hai Guys :D

So, basically that little rant of laughing up there is legit. I was actually laughing as I organised... certain thoughts in my head. I was... doing something that I can't tell you, because that would ruin the secrecy of this whole post ;) but anyways, I just started to laugh, despite myself, and it was a very happy laugh. I loved it, and now that I do think back upon it, the laugh was also kinda mean, as it was building up on other people's demises, but I still found the whole ironic situation that was spiralling out of control, extremely hilarious. And I did feel slight amounts of.... pity? possible, for the people I was laughing at, but hey! In my mind, the laughing was justified :)

So we just got back from band tour a few days ago. And sheeeezus I have lots to write about. I probably will put up two different posts about the two events that occurred. As a small spoiler, one is about Band Camp, and the other is about Production Masterclass.
I will say some important things here though firstly.

*SLAP SLAP* WAKE UP IDIOT! DROOLING AND SELF PITY ISN'T GOING TO GET YOU OUT OF A HELL HOLE. REALISE WHERE YOU'RE SPIRALLING DOWN INTO AGAIN, AND PULL YOURSELF OUT!

2) Please. As a small piece of advice from me. Shut up. Just. Don't take offence from it, although it is very possible and highly likely that you will (maybe) but. Shhhh. 

3) I absolutely loved Production Masterclass, and YES! We need to sing 'My Eyes' together. If we have time in PD, we can just sing it there :D.

BOOM BABY!
I FOUND THE LYRICS

Anyone with half a brain

Could spend their whole life howling in pain

‘Cause the dark is everywhere

And Penny doesn’t seem to care

That soon the dark in me is all that will remain

Listen close to everybody’s heart

And hear that breaking sound

Hopes and dreams are shattering apart

And crashing to the ground

I cannot believe my eyes

How the world’s filled with filth and lies

But it’s plain to see

Evil inside of me is on the rise

Peace out Girl Scouts

A Sudden and Keen interest in Poetry

So, my last blog post was a piece of poetry, and you may be wondering, what does he mean (he meaning me :D ). I did write some poetry back in my old blog, but they were pretty crappy pieces of work, with some, but not much real meaning behind them. However, these new poems kinda do have a meaning. They are my hatred, my happiness, and everything that I feel I can't tell people face to face. And yes they are supposed to make much more sense to me than it is to you. However, they can be interpreted by you people, it is possible. But unless you are very sure, please don't come up to me with an angry face telling me why I wrote such and such things subtly into a poem. Or, please do, so I can explain the true meaning of the poem to you. Unless the true meaning is also about you. Then don't come and ask. Because I still won't tell you. But either way, these poems will contain a small message from me, whether harsh, or nice,or just plain stupid. I'm telling you a message. From my opinion of course. Don't take too much offence from it if it is about you. Have fun.

So I don't know everything
Heck I don't know much.
But sometimes when I think of stuff
Lightbulbs just go 'Ding!'
And I think of such and many
I think of such and few
But such an action goes on so long
My mercy is scarcely any

I look and get bored
Swipe my hand and dismiss
Jesus christ, to shut them up

I cannnot afford
Because to silence the lamb
Is like killing innocence
But for it's like' BAM!'
Killing this makes a lot of sense

To me.

You can interpret that poem however which way you want to. It has one and only one true meaning. It's confusing, hidden and doesn't make much sense to you yes? Then leave the poem be, and don't bother yourself with such words of mine.
Because that way, it's better for your health  (^^)

Peace out Girl Scouts
I reverted back to this one :D 

Something that has absolutely nothing to do with the blog (turn around now)

We can see it everywhere,

We can feel it in the air

We can watch it reveal and unfurl
It seriously makes me want to hurl

I hear them talking about the matter
But to their their faces they do (not) flatter
And call out with such lovely names
Such as a gamer would use in games.

Then they all cluster together
(I should push them into the ether)
And hold their hands together to cry
A together with no saying goodbye

So I scream irony, sarcasm
And spit words as if my verbal dictionary is having a spasm
Screaming all the while
'The boy who cried wolf,
And the Villagers who heed not his warning'.

And then the narrator
Sits by his corner
Drinking his Vodka and Wine
And he watches and assures himself
'Everything's going to be fine'

I tried.

Now.
I know what you're thinking....
Actually, no I don't but what the hell, it's a cool line.
BUT I do know what I'M thinking. I'm thinking my words as I write this blog. And I'm also thinking about how EXCITED I AM!!!

Last term of High School. Sometimes in Primary school, my mum would always tell me 'It's not too far off, soon you'll go to college, you'll go to Uni. You have to STUDY NOW! Before it's too late!'. And back then, I thought that I was immortal. I thought that I wouldn't age. And that it would BE an age before I got to the end of highschool. It all seemed so far off. And then I got to year 6. That year went by a LOT faster than I thought. And suddenly, I was a freshman. The only one from my primary school. I was hell scared, but also a little hopeful and confident. I was sure I could achieve just as well in highschool as I could in Primary school. How wrong I was. I was slapped into a class with 29 other child geniuses and suddenly, every student in the class was game. I basically stopped trying after a while. And then suddenly, it happened again.
My mum would tell me sometimes 'College is not far off now! Think about what YOUR friends are doing. Why aren't YOU like them? Why can't you be like SOMEONE or OTHER. uni is straight after College. Your life is on the verge of breaking. DO SOMETHING! STUDY!'. And then my life did the timewarp and I was is primary school again. Scared to go to a new school. Scared about what I would/wouldn't be able to achieve there. Scared just because life felt like it was on fast forward. Suddenly everything was right up in my face, and it was time for everything. And that's how I feel for the end of this year. But slightly better.
I'm scared for what's to come, or not to come. But I'm also excited. I want to see, what's out there, outside my little shell of a mind. The world is a bigger place than I can imagine, and I've seen it on paper plenty of times. I can try to visualise how small I am on earth, but it's pretty hard. But if I can't see it physically, I'll have to try for it mentally. I want to experience everything before death. I want to see everything there is to see, try everything there is to try, go to places I haven't been to, and I want to know. In my current state. HECK even in EVERYONE'S current state, we're all just newborns in the world of knowledge. It took over 2500 years to accumulate this much knowledge. We can't study it all, but we can try. We can't see it all but we can try. We can't go to every nook and cranny in the world, but we can try.
And so try I shall. Next year, I'll work hard. Even if I suck at every subject I take, I'll give it my best. And so I can at least say
'I tried. I honestly did'.
And we all can say that eventually.

Peace out Girl Scouts ;)

The constitutional Multiplication of Pi to the Cosine Ratio of Avagadro's Number to the power of i

Hey all!

So. Time is slooowwwwwllllyyyy inching its way to the end of the holidays and the start of our last term together :( . Dayum that's sad. So how's all you lovely people's holidays been? I hope you guys are having fun yeah? (You can tell where this is going) . I'm bored. Out of my mind. Nearly to tears. So yeah. Aside from the lovely every-day intervention invitations my friends have been sending me (like floriade or some place or another) my holidays have been very... routine and boring. See, for almost my whole life, I was used to having my holidays pretty routine. I get up, eat. Study. Take a break from studying (a.k.a gaming/reading book/piano) and then I go back to studying. And then sleep. Now, it's just. Get up. Eat. Study. Go back to sleep. Absolutely NOTHING to do that entertains me. I'm barely allowed to play piano because I have nearly no free time. I study. Then I get a thirty minute break, to read the books that mum pulls out of the bookcase. Which is usually some sort of documentary squeezed into a book. Then after my 'rest' I can get back to studying. If I have anything on (Such as today's study group) I have to finish at least half of today's work BEFORE I get there. So it's pretty boring as you can imagine. The only reason I'm on this blog is because I'm 'researching' for our 'science assignment'.
And now that the LoL World Championships are over (Yes I'm that much of a geek) I'm once again bored to the depths of hell. Of course it was CHINA vs KOREA in the finals. And it was anticlimatic as fuck. China got DESTROYED 3-0 in best of 5. So once again, KOREA just shows it's awesomeness in gaming. I wish I was as good as them xP . So as you can see. Gaming takes up a whole load of my life. So does watching youtube. But now I can't do any of those. Except for when I'm 'studying'. I'm having like a lack-youtube Intolerance. And Holy shit I just looked up lack-toast intolerant. And some idiot actually asked 'What is Lack-Toast intolerant'... Please. Internet. Stahp.

Boredom Relief
- A.k.a Bloons TD 5 -
So I'm an AVID online gamer as you can probably see so far... and having my
1) Way to connect to my friends OTHER than having to met outside,
2) My Boredom Relief
games taken away from me is a pretty big cut to my time. I'm now spending most of my time actually lounging around after studying, rather than getting the feeling to 'study' some more. I fell like overall, because of my rather mundane task of completing maths textbooks again, I really have nothing to do. And I don't feel at all motivated to do any further maths because... well... What's the point of me doing the maths textbook, only to find out that as my reward, I get to do more maths textbook.
So.
I went. to.

BLOONS TD %%%%%%%%% I MEAN 55555555
And so I'm now quite enjoying myself. It's free on PC and it's awesome. It's even like better than cookie clicker XD And that's saying something. So
I advise you, if you loved Bloons TD 2 back aaaaalll the way back in year seven (Mr Budd's class :') Good times ) then you'll love Bloons TD 5 (No Ninjakiwi did not pay me to advertise them on my blog. Nobody reads it anyway XD jk.jk )

Y'all be well now
-J

AS Continued on from yesterday

"KYLE!" Delilah screamed as several fireballs and rockets were fired at Kyle. Before he could finish his sentence, he was engulfed in a swirling mas of fire, shrapnel and explosions. Delilah and Sol dived backwards and took cover between the trees, Sol landed awkwardly and hit his head on a log cursing vehemently, while Delilah rolled backwards with grace, and watched helplessly as her friend was completely enveloped in a fiery explosion.
"KYLE!"
"Delilah stay down!" shouted Sol over the racket "You'll make yourself blind! I'm sure Kyle's got something up his sleeve or something. But if we got injured now and he somehow managed to survive that, we wouldn't be much help to him now!"
"But.. Kyle..."
"DELILAH!"
Delilah forced herself to look away from the exploding light festival and screwed shut. After a constant bombardment that seemed to last forever, the missiles stopped screaming their way towards Kyle and the smoke started to settle down. Afterwards, one last missle snaked it's way to the middle of the smoke, almost lazily, and exploded in the middle
"Jesus christ you crazy son of a bitch... I hope you have something up your sleeve..." Sol swore. "I swear to god"
"OUCH!"
"What the - "
"Who fired that last missile? That REALLY HURT!"
"Oh my god Kyle"
The smoke blew away with a sudden gust of air, and kyle was floating in the middle of a huge crater with a long piece of shrapnel sticking into his arm.
"Mother of Jesus God Almighty dang blast Holy Christ that HURT! Have you ever had a piece of metal stuck into your arm? Aside from needles? A PIECE OF METAL THE SIZE OF A 30 CM RULER!? IT HURTS!" Kyle was clutching his arm, trying to lever the piece of metal out, his face contorted in pain.
Sol started "How...?"
"You see, as I was saying, BEFORE I was so rudely interrupted by the Colonel's little fireworks show," Kyle glared at the very bewildered Colonel and his army. "I was GOING to tell you..."
Kyle turned to face the Colonel and his army. He wrenched the shrapnel out of his arm, and immediately, the wound started closing over until the hole in his arm was only a small shallow cut.
"Typical, I don't have enough energy to heal the cut fully..." Kyle muttered
Kyle swept out his arms like he was about to announce something very grand, which he did.
"Before you, Colonel, stand the only man in the Second Parallel, who can channel his magic, WITHOUT the use of a Soul Weapon! Whilst you puny mortals use your little Soul Weapons to cast your spells properly, I can use magic at any moment's notice! And through the use of my own soul, my magic is far superior to your little toy weapons you hold in your hands!"
"Uhhh.... Kyle... Both me and Sol also use Soul Weapons too you know...?"
Kyle turned and smiled a little apologetically " Heh.. Sorry, the words just seemed kinda fancy and appropriate to use"
"Hmph"
Kyle turned back to face Colonel Bruskov and his Battalion. Colonel Bruskov now had a hard set face, as if he was not impressed with the explanation Kyle had given. Or maybe he had just swallowed a few lemons.
"No matter how strong you may be, you are still human. And you are still killable. Puny mortals you say? Let's see how mortal your body is! FIRE EVERYTHING!"
The Whole Battalion suddenly mobilised and they all started to charge up the most complex spells to infuse with their weaponry. Kyle started to laugh manically and help up his hand, as if he were about to rip the weapons out of all of the soldier's hands.
With an almighty bang, all of the charged up weapons discharged each of their individual spells. In a display of rather pretty colours and sharp pointy things, a very epilepsy-inducing wall of dangerous, potentially mortal,  surged toward Kyle... and then to the centre of his palm. He smiled a rather unnatural smile.
"Try again" he smirked
"AGAIN!" Screamed the now rather infuriated Colonel, bringing out his own pistol, and charging his own weapon.
"Too slow" Kyle said as the second wave of magic-infused missiles sped towards his, screaming a song of death. Kyle slammed his palm into the ground, cursing silently as his palm hit a small jutting rock. The earth infront of Kyle cracked as the condensed magic in his hand seeped into the earth, bending the solid rock and dirt to his will. The rock in front of kyle created a jagged hole, with a sound almost as loud as the discharging weapons, and a wall of blue magma flew upwards, lighting up the area in an eerie glow of blue, and then rainbow as the magic was hurled into the blue magma. The magma then once again seeped back into the ground, turning back into a reddish colour and immediately falling back down into the chamber from where it came. Kyle then immediately pounced, taking a bit of the magma, and wrapping it around himself in a small hurricane of molten rock. Kyle rose up a few meters and sped forward into the battalion. Soldiers backed off carefully as he landed, their weapons crackling with magic, ready to discharge again as soon as they could find a gap in his defences. Kyle, looked up, the small storm of magma still raging around him and he smiled at the battalion. Splaying his hands out, the whirling magma dispersed itself outwards in a ring, becoming thinner as the magma was spread over a larger area. The soldiers closest to Kyle at the time were completely incinerated from the lava, but the ones slightly further away had to experience a fair bit more pain as the magma sliced through their bodies like... magma slicing through bodies... Kyle laughed as he danced around, shooting the magma this way and that, killing several soldiers with a stroke of his hand or a flick of his wrist. Soldiers didn't bother to charge up their spells any more as they were busy trying to stay out of reach of the stream of magma being hurled around carelessly. Kyle observed this behaviour as the last soldier barely just escaped the line of magma, escaping without a foot. Kyle gave up the tactic with the magma, and instead returned the magma to his hand. He jumped up, spinning vertically in the air for style points,and then once again slammed his hand into the ground. Up above, the sky rumbled, and suddenly, lighting was running through nearly every soldier within a 50 meter radius of him, electrocuting them and killing them a short while after. Another lightning bolt which was purple erupted upwards from the earth, and Kyle caught it in his hand,s splitting it into several different balls of lightning and juggled them with his hands. Kyle then hurled balls of lightning at several different targets, and the lightning chained over from one soldier to another, killing more and more as the soldiers stood closer. Once again, the soldiers leapt and tried to run out of range of the mad-boy who had now killed at least half of the 600 strong battalion.
Once the chaos of the two crazy attacks had ended, there were many charred and burnt corpses, and the smell of dead flesh invaded the nostrils of Delilah and Sol who were standing by in shock as Kyle slaughtered men by the hundreds.
"Kyle... we can stop and retreat now, I think we can just go..."
"Shhh... nonsense Delilah... if we can rid this army, that's one less strategist and battalion our side has to worry about right?"
"But"
Once again the soldiers closed in around Kyle, rather stupidly oblivious to the fact that Sol and Delilah were just a tens of meters off. The soldiers looked tired, but they now also looked angry, and very very determined.
"I like the look on your faces," Kyle mused "It makes it better when I completely trash you all."
The nearest soldier ran at Kyle with his sword raised high, going in for the traditional bash-and-whack method. Kyle stopped the soldier's downstroke by catching his arm midway, and used his momentum to push his body in front of his to stop the many bullets that explosively started to fire at him as soon as the soldier ran. He laughed as the soldier died to his own comrade's bullets.
"Have you guys heard of hemomancers?" Kyle asked casually as he threw the limp body of the soldiers to one side "Oh don't be so boring you lot! Trust me, hemomancing is gory, but definitely effective!"
Kyle's left foot crunched down on the gravel, and his body started to shake. He gave off a short grunt, and suddenly, the soldiers themselves started to quake. They all started to scream and let go of their weapons, tearing at their bodies and contorting in pain.
"Oh god, this is going to be messy"
Blood and bone splattered everywhere as the soldiers randomly ruptured and exploded, showering Kyle in a bloody mess.
"Oh God I think I just swallowed a piece of human." Kyle groaned.
Sol and Delilah looked on in complete horror as the rest of the now two hundred or so soldiers ruptured and disappeared, bathing the filed in a wave of blood. Kyle had bits of human stuck to him as he stopped crouching and observed the last standing man. Colonel Bruskov stood stock still, horrified, and dignified at the same time, knowing what was coming for him.
"You are a strong chi-"
Kyle disappeared in a flash of lightning going upwards, and came back down, lime-green thunder crashing down onto the Colonel mid sentence. Kyle then held up the bloody, battered Colonel with his left hand, made his right hand into a spearhead shape, and with the force of lightning behind it, he punched a hole through the Colonel's heart. Lightning discharged from Kyle's right hand as it went through the Colonel's heart, completely razing the encampment, and a small portion of the forest behind it into smoking tatters.
"You speak waaaay too much" he told in a cold voice. Kyle pushed the Colonel off his right hand, and walked back, a bloody mess, to Delilah and Sol, their mouths hanging wide open.
"What the HELL have you just done Kyle?" Sol shouted
"Kyle.. was it really necessary to kill the Colonel? I think you established very clearly that you were the stronger force..." Delilah asked in a quiet voice, her whole body trembling.
Kyle merely shrugged, indifferent to the glare he was getting from Sol. "I did what I did. I bought a small advantage over the North Korean Army, and now South Korea has one less Battalion to face."
Delilah looked straight into Kyle's eyes, and Kyle stared back at her, returning her gaze with malice.
Delilah suddenly turned away and simply said "We're wasting time. Let's go."
Kyle and Sol both looked at each other, puzzled by the last few seconds of the argument. Then Sol resumed his glare and Kyle started off after Delilah.
Sol looked at Kyle as he walked off, a few paces ahead.
"There's something wrong with him..."

Yes I'm bringing it back...

Yes, I'm brining it from my old blog to my new one...
Don't ask me why... Well, actually ask me why... XD
So...
You see, I've always wanted to write a story, simply for the fun of it, and for another reason.
Usually on holidays like these, I tend to get bored out of my mind very easily. The day is just very routine, I know what's going to happen, and it's just so... normal. However, then I started to read many many fantasy books. I can guarantee you, I could fill a whole bookcase and a half out of my five bookcases with my fantasy books. Now they're all exciting and fun, and then I get stuck in this one thought after I read them.
This. Isn't. Real.
And what a darn shame that is. Maybe in some twisted parallel universe I'm a demi-god. Or maybe in another I'm partnered up with a skeleton detective. Or I could a farm boy who discovers a Dragon Egg while out in the forest. Maybe I'm a criminal mastermind, a boy genius with an IQ of over 250, discovering a race of faeries on the earth. My point is, I get so bored, and even with all the death and destruction (those two words seem to be meant for each other) in those books, I want them to be real. I want my normal routine life to be... not routine and normal. I want excitement, I want enjoyment, and I want something to keep me occupied. My life at 17 Judith-Wright Street Franklin ACT Australia, does nothing to keep me occupied, other than in a maths textbook. I kid you not, I have not gone so far a single day without spending at least half the day in a chair trying to solve some stupid equation to Pythagoras' theorem by calculating the Cosine ratio of Pi to i and then dividing the whole thing by 0. Yeah I'm ESPECIALLY bored these holidays.
So I try to write, and keep myself occupied, and try not to actually cry of extreme boredom. Yes I have actually verged on tears because of my insane boredom and wanting of my life to be a fantasy story. It's rather disturbing.

So...
I present to you an (rather shitty) excerpt from my on-going story which is a pain to write by hand. I have half in Word Documents and another half on paper X(
Either way... Enjoy (or don't because this is a pretty disturbing scene)

"You know, I don't know about you guys, but I think our plan to 'sneak by' failed... Quote miserably at that as well." Kyle said as he stood up and got rid of the branch he was using as a disguise.
Delilah sighed "Maybe if you two boys weren't so busy glaring at each other and mouthing insults or other things to each other, I think you would have noticed the rather obvious metal plate that indicates some sort of trap or another."
Sol got up ans shrugged, tossing away his branch as well "Maybe we would have, maybe we wouldn't have. Doesn't really matter now that an army is staring at us with their weapons raised now does it?"
All three of them turned to face the rather unimpressed sentry guards and the other soldiers coming out hurriedly, while failing miserably to get into combat gear. Some were rather successful at donning their combat gear in a groggy state with style, while other managed to find success in high-fiving the ground with their face.
"You know, for the battalion said to be led by one of the most fiercest Colonels, I don't think these people are in too great a condition." Kyle observed " I wonder how he wins battles with this lot"
"Never underestimate the enemy Kyle."Sol warned as he himself tried to stifle a laugh watching another soldier trip and spectacularly fall over, tripping another comrade.
"They're gonna kill each other even before we start fighting them" Delilah mused.
"Wait... something's going on..." Sol motioned. He, Kyle and Delilah walked forward into a small clearing where the army had been camping. The main objective was to sneak past the battalion without being noticed, and hopefully getting to the capital without any sort of confrontation. Now they saw confrontation was going to be slightly necessary if they were to get past this place.
The army split into two groups as a man strode between them all. As he walked past, each line of soldiers stood suddenly to attention. It all looked quite impressive.
The man face Sol, Kyle Delilah and spoke in a deep, but melodious voice.
"So you are the troublesome three who we were informed about." The Colonel said in a rather neutral voice."I shouldn't say, but I was expecting people.... slightly older..."
"No matter though, enemies are enemies and they must be dispatched of. I will introduce myself. I am Colonel Viktor Bruskov, a hired tactician by the North Koreans. So far, all of the battle that my battalion has undertaken, we have won. Maybe not easily, always, but we have won nonetheless. Now before I -"
Kyle cut him off by waving his hand and strolling towards the amassed army.
"Yeah yeah... We get that you're fantastico... However, you're still only a general and an army. I can crush you like I would ants." Kyle grinned and spat back the words with malice.
Colonel Bruskov tensed, looking slightly angry that he was being talked to by a Sixteen year old, and slightly amused also that the kid had guts to talk to an army and its colonel like that.
"I had hoped to take you kids prisoner, but your unfortunate friend has made it rather... inappropriate to do so. Very well. BATTLE FORMATION!"
The Colonel drew his sword in one swift motion and the army started to get into a formation.
Sol groaned behind him. " Kyle... the idea was to try and sweet talk our way out of here, or just even dash for it. Wait why did we even bother to come out to this clearing, reveal ourselves, and wait for them to wake and amass their army. Someone tell me why we didn't just run?"
Delilah slapped her palm to her face and said "Because we're all idiots"
Kyle just laughed like an actual madman and said "Oh my poor poor misguided friends. If we can wipe out this battalion along our way to the capital, then all the better for the war! Don't worry, I can handle myself"
Sol started to protest "Kyle, you don't even have a weapon and-"
Kyle waved him off like he did the Colonel " And you guys never bothered to ask me what I'd been doing while I was away. Your fault"
"FIREBOMBERS TAKE AIM!" shouted the Colonel
"That doesn't sound good"
"Pfff, I got this guy-"
"FIRE!"
"KYLE!" Delilah screamed as several fireballs and rockets were fired at Kyle. Before he could finish his sentence, he was engulfed in a swirling mas of fire, shrapnel and explosions. Delilah and Sol dived backwards and took cover between the trees, Sol landed awkwardly and hit his head on a log cursing vehemently, while Delilah rolled backwards with grace, and watched helplessly as her friend was completely enveloped in a fiery explosion.
"KYLE!"