I remember before my final year 12 biology examination (we call it the HSC) my friend Nick and I snuck out and saw a band play, and then the singer lectured us about how we should have been at home studying. I think when it gets to the point that a singer has to lecture you about not working hard enough that you have a problem. Actually while I’m confessing shit I had this terrible habit of doing no work before any of my exams, and instead doing weird things like making songs on my guitar, playing on my Gameboy advance and leaving notes for myself, like “Dear Warwick, sorry you failed your exam. I just can’t be fucked. Regards, Warwick.” And such. One time, it got so bad that it was 4AM the morning of my trial exam and I hadn’t started yet, so I thought fuck it and went to my doctor and asked for a medical certificate instead. It was fine. Also for the record I lost most of my poorly recorded songs on my old computer but I played three gigs under the name The Rhinoriffic Meowosaurus with my guitar, Gary.
– Lonely Kids Club
Super arty scribble by Angie: