Life is a scam

As one can see from my current profile picture/avatar, I am now a fan of one of the most awesome games ever, Elite Beat Agents. For those who don't know what it is, EBA is the Western counterpart to a Japanese game known as Ouendan. It is a rhythm game for the Nintendo DS which features secret agents (a cheer squad in the Japanese version) that dance to music to help people. And it is awesome.

Why is it awesome? Because there aren't really any other games in which you save the world by dancing to a Rolling Stones song.

Anyway, there isn't really anything else to say other than I LOVE EXPLOSIONS! *cue mushroom cloud rising up behind me*

-Hubert.

I just realised, and so did most of Australia several years ago, that our foreign minister, Kevin Rudd, looks a lot like the Milky Bar Kid. I mean, they both have blonde hair and glasses! He had been our Prime Minister since 2007 to 2010, and I only realised today!

Anyway, there really isn't anything else to say, other than the fact that I LOVE EXPLOSIONS.

-Hubert.

In about two weeks, us Year Sevens will have to undertake exams, one of the most hated things of all time, along with algebra, linear graphs, quantum physics and Twilight. However, it isn't the fact that I have an exam that annoys me, it's because of something our teachers force us to do.

At least 30 compulsory minutes of study for each subject per week. And the subjects are Maths, English, History, Science and Geography. Compulsory study.

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO 'STUDY' ENGLISH AND MATHS?

Today is Hallowe'en.

I'm rather depressed that nobody came to my house to ask for candy so I could traumatise them with my creepy grin. However, that's pretty normal, seeing that Hallowe'en was an ancient Celtic ritual/festival/holiday/et cetera which was merely so the animals could survive through the Winter. In Australia it isn't Winter, so we don't really celebrate it.

I remember when I went trick or treating two years ago. It was awesome. All the free lollies and that stick of ice cream or whatever one calls them. I was attempting to dress up as someone from the military. It was a failure compared to my supernatural friends and the Terminator.

Anyway, a group of trick-or-treaters did pass by my house, but they didn't really go up to our door. As I said before, I am very depressed that I could not smile creepily at them. Or see if they actually have a trick, since not many people these days do much tricks except for egging people's houses.

I remember my classmates doing that.

In other news, I have absolutely no idea why Year Seven's have exams. Couldn't they have let us off until next year when we are in Year 8?

Oh right, they're trying to prepare us for VCE exams in Year 12.

Although it is rather unconventional for someone to post two blog posts in one day, I've decided to do exactly that. Why? Well I'm merely saddened by the fact I can't even mine in Dwarf Fortress.

For those who do not know what Dwarf Fortress is, it is basically a simulator of fantasy life created by one guy and his brother, just like Runescape, except that this game is much more complicated than RS and probably works on a smaller budget. However, the graphics are, well, ASCII.

Anyway, I can't seem to do anything properly in the game, so I'll just randomly rant about it.

Their motto makes sense though.

"Losing is fun."