The Melbourne Experience: Day One
I guess it’s about time to fill you in on the shady details of the Melbourne trip. We were going by bus, so had to hop that from the Adelaide terminal at quarter to eight on Thursday night. Waiting on the platform, some strange and scary paedophile guy tried to pick Daw up. Fortunately he was sitting in row two, and we were in row 14. We scored the very back seats and therefore had a lot more storage room. Unfortunately, we were seated right behind a couple, and the guy was very blatantly trying to get the chick to give him head. No, I shit you not. I swear they thought we were invisible because he kept going “Gee, we have hours and hours on a bus before we get to Melbourne, whatever are we going to do in this time?” *Wink Wink* and trying to force his girlfriends head into his lap. Very very disturbing, I know. “Oceans 11” took everyone’s mind off the trip for a little bit, and meanwhile we kept getting strange messages from everyone back home wishing us a safe journey. I drifted off to sleep sometime in the early AM only to be woken about every half hour by the movement of the bus or my phone going off. Eventually, at about 7am, the bus pulled into the Melbourne terminal and bleary-eyed, we were released on the city of Melbourne. Going only by photocopied maps, we managed to stagger our way into the Bourke street mall, and try to find somewhere to have a decent breakfast. Unfortunately for us however, everything was still closed as most Melbournians like most sane people, are still abed in the early hours of a Friday morning. Luckily for us, one Melbournian who was awake was our friend Jesse, a tiny little asian man who ran Jesse’s, a restaurant attached to a hotel. After struggling with the language barrier, we were eventually told, “You pay, Thirteen Dollars, All you can eat English breakfast”. “All you can eat” and “breakfast” were music to our ears, and we heartily attacked their buffet stocked with yoghurt, fruit, toast, cereals, sausage, bacon, fried eggs, scrambled eggs, hash browns and a variety of fruit juices. After breakfast, (Which for me consisted of four fried eggs, two helpings of scrambled eggs, 7 rashers of bacon, 5 pieces of toast, several hash browns, some watermelon, a piece of honeydew melon, a pear and two glasses of pineapple juice.
Breakfast: Round 1
We glanced across at the next table and tried to guess the gender of its occupant. We concluded that she/he was a ? and moved on about our day, carefully avoiding a confrontation with Jesse on the way out. Hitting the streets again, we did a wandered around for a few blocks to scope out the city and find something to do. This was when I noticed one of the main differences between Adelaide and Melbourne, Melbournians have no respect for the little red man, where as Adelaidians do. After waiting alone at about three pedestrian crossings for the little red man to go green, we decided that not jay walking like the rest of the city was giving us away as out-of-towners, and consequently tried to blend in. After strolling around and seeing everything was still closed (and walking in through the Myer employees entrance and being booted out by a security guard) we decided to pay a visit to the nearest “Starbucks” for novelty value (as well as the fact that it was one of the only places open and comparatively warmer than it was outside), We hung out there for a good forty minutes while we waited for a call from Sally’s cousin about our backstage passes, and for all the shops to open so we could take a look around. Eventually we gave up waiting, and staggered back out into the cold. The time had come for us to try and decipher the Melbourne tram network, and feeling very much like tourists, we resorted to using an Information booth to find out how to get around. Five minutes later, page of directions and tram passes in hand, we wandered through the Myer store we had been kicked out of a half hour earlier. After realising that we had no energy and sitting on the couch in the Audio Visual section and staring at the title screen of “Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone” for a good 20 minutes, we decided to call our accommodation and find out what time we could check in. After getting the green light, and discovering that we could check in at any time, we had to try and work out how to get from the city centre to St Kilda. We did however eventually manage to hop a tram and get our asses out there, only to spend the next thirty minutes scurrying round looking for where the fuck our accommodation was. Eventually though, it was found, and we checked in.
The Crest on Barkly:Quality Accomodation
As a matter of fact, we think we were the ONLY people to check in because we didn’t see another soul who didn’t belong to the hotel staff. Anyway, we got to our room, unpacked and tried to work our TV; the only thing we were able to get on it was static. So we rang down to the front desk and reported the busted TV, and a few moments later housekeeping staff walked in, took a look behind the TV and promptly blamed the occurrence on the Quote “Fucking Chinaze” Unquote. Which did seem mildly out of place coming from a matronly looking housekeeper. Defeated, she summoned the manager, who came in, took a look, disappeared and then reappeared moments later with a new TV. Except new is a relative term, considering the TV he brought up was manufactured at least 10 years before I was born, he also brought with him, his dad, who was also on staff at the hotel, and looked like Mario when he got past his prime. Thankfully, the Mario clone knew what he was doing, and he fixed our TV in time for us to watch “Ripleys: Believe it or not” and “Doc” starring none other than Billy Ray Cyrus (who has a fantastic mullet). So there we stayed, watching TV, eating food and sleeping for the rest of the afternoon. Our siesta however was punctuated with intermittent messages from various people: the girls, my cousin, Sally, parents and others. About four thirty, we decided we needed some sort of dinner, and asked at the desk where the nearest fast food outlet was. She said “There is a macca’s and a KFC if you walk straight out of the hotel, turn right and walk straight for about four blocks.” So we turned right out of the hotel, walked straight for four blocks, looked around at the bogans out in force in St Kilda, then walked for another four blocks. The closest thing we saw to a McDonalds was a sex shop that promoted “Super Fast Cyber Sex Inside”, with a manikin dressed as a gimp in the window.
Bloggers in Barinas: Alarming
In the end we decided on “heat and eat” noodles from a 7-11 (which are surprisingly absent in SA) and hiked back to our hotel to eat and wait for Libbi and Mykiela.
Dinner: Day 1: Looks Nutritious
They rocked up at about quarter past six, we hung out in our hotel room till about seven, then we called a cab, and went down to the lobby to wait.
Mykiela gets excited about seeing John
It was about that time we found out what the housekeeping staff was talking about, because as we waited, Two thirds of the country of China walked in the doors and up the stairs. The cab was late, and we were contemplating walking (despite the fact it was pissing down with rain) when it finally turned up. The trip to the Palais was about 2 minutes long, and when we arrived, we eagerly scrambled to the ticket window to get our tickets.
Mykiela goes “Hi, I have four tickets booked under the name of Mykiela West”
The bitch in the booth looks down for about three seconds and goes
“Sorry, there are no tickets in that name, step to the side and wait, another lady is coming down with more in a minute”
So we wait, the other lady comes down; Mykiela bashes her way to the front of the line and asks about our tickets.
We aren’t on the list so we are relegated back to dealing with booth bitch. This time she sighs and says
“Well, they might be in this other pile of tickets that I was too lazy to spin my fat ass around and look through before”
(Ok, she didn’t say that, I paraphrased)
But they were there, four of them in an envelope addressed to a Myleeka West (close enough).
The Palais: John Mayer
Unfortunately the fuckers at Venuetix had fucked us around again and the seats were split up, two in row D and two in row L. Without thinking we switched so I would sit with Daw, and Libbi would sit with Mykiela, but it was only after we had entered that we realised row D = 4th row, Row L = 12th row. Libbi and Mykiela were understandably pissed by this, and Daw and I felt quite guilty. Anyway, we sat down, I went and bought some Tee shirts (from a man who looked remarkably like Scotty Crowe, and was in fact, Scotty Crowe) and we sat down to watch the support act, Lo-tel. They aren’t really my favourite band (Lets face it, they only have one song) but they played a niceish set, including a cover of “The dream police” and closed with their single. I have to admit, the acoustics of the Palais theatre really made those guys sound good. So the roadies set up, and amongst much screaming, John Mayer finally graced the stage, People got to their feet, and in the confusion, Libbi and Mykiela managed to get caught in the crowd and wash forward to the very front row. Anyway, this is the way shit went down
Why Georgia, good question,
Bigger Than My Body Lotion
3x5 (like a 2x4 but bigger)
Something’s Missing presumed dead
Wheel of fortune
Home Life is like a box of chocolates
No Such Thang
Clarity and double vision
Come Back To Bedrock and talk to Fred
Your Body is a Wonderland surrounded on 3 sides is a peninsula
My Stupid Mouthwash
Cor En:
Daughters
About a quarter to one->
Neon Genesis Evangelion
Or for the less original blog readers
Why Georgia
Bigger Than My Body
3x5
Something’s Missing
Wheel
Home Life
No Such Thing
Clarity
Come Back To Bed
Your Body is a Wonderland
My Stupid Mouth
Encore
Daughters
About a quarter to one->
Neon
The Why Georgia opener was so sweet it had the crowd a’ jumpin’ right from the get go. 3x5 (my personal favourite) had a slowed up tempo and was more chillin’ than anything. Come back to Bed was set up by Onree and John hammered it home hard with the most energetic solo I have heard in a while. As usual, Your body is a wonderland had the ladies foaming at the mouth, despite John’s intro of “Look guys, this is just a song, just an ordinary song, its just like any other, it isn’t special, its just a normal song”. The shock addition of “My stupid mouth” had smiles on lots of faces. As far as encores go, Solo acoustic Daughters was the perfect addition to wind it all up, soft, and sweet and nicely played, followed by an instrumental “About a quarter to one” as John made his electric weep with every note before leading straight into the classic closer, Neon. In other words, the set kickethed ass. We didn’t wind up getting our backstage passes, but the seats in the 4th row more than made up for that. My only regret is not actually talking to Scotty Crowe and complimenting him on his road journal, but Cest La Vie. I took plenty of photos (And even scored some video). With concert over, we staggered outside and over to McDonald’s with ears ringing. My throat (which was already pained due to sickness) was so sore I could barely talk, and felt like I should be coughing up blood. But it was all ok, cause Libbi bought me a coke from Macca’s and it was all good. Daw and I scored a lift back to our hotel and we decided to wait up for a bit to see if we would get a call from Sally detailing where the after party was. We sat up watching “Total Recall” and admiring how badly made it was before eventually giving up and hitting the hay around one am. Which isn’t bad considering our day started at 5 am.
Oh, and in answer to the questions I keep getting.
1) Yes, all pictures were taken by me. No! Really! Our seats were in the fourth row.
2) I was using my Cigarette packet sized Canon Digital Ixus V2. Without using the flash.
3) I was on the wrong side of the stage to get ANY pictures of DeLa (Or David LaBruyere) (Though Daw will attest that his dancing was superb)
4)No, I dont know where you can purchase a copy of "Death, the ultimate orgasm?" try your local bookstore.
5) No, (*looks around*) The link to Dutchie's old blog hasn't been changed in any way, shape or form (*sweats*) It certainly isnt now hiding a link to Julia and Dutchie's new blog. Not at all. (*glances nervously off camera*)
You know those days where it actually physically hurts to move? And even the subtle movement of clothing over skin is enough to cause a slight burn? Thats how I am today, overtired and sick as a dog. I even had to ban myself from kissing Julia goodbye on Thursday night to keep my germs to myself. Noone wants to get sick this time of year. I have my IB English oral tomorrow. It's on Macbeth, and I dont think my voice is up to talking for that long. I might struggle.
Anyway, there was no Friday five this week, the administrator is on holiday, which is lucky, because I wasnt around either.
I am slowly writing up the Melbourne trip in word, and you can expect to be able to read that by Tuesday at the very latest.
Also, as far as excitement levels go, I am trying to get pictures up for once and for all, its about time I got off my ass and arranged that.
In the immortal words of Mr Samuel L Jackson in a little movie called "Jurrassic Park"
"Hold on to your butts"
Well, It appears to be working, So there you have it, the man himself Mr John Mayer
Solo-ing it up Electric style
John tells the crowd about his "Old balls" as keyboardist Oneree looks on in amazement
Someone takes off their top, stage right
And finally, Classic Mayer facials during "Come back to bed"
I leave you with one final thought from Author Mike Agostini, I'm sure it is a very interesting book.
Riiiiiiiiiiiight,
There are more pictures I will upload later, and probably try and add some video.
I'm going to get some well earned rest now. Sleeping in a bus is not comfy.
G'nite
I'm back.
And I have a pulse... I think.
Uhm, I will write the whole trip up a bit later when I'm not so fucked.
Two hours before I get on the bus, and go to Melbourne to see John Mayer. I still have to get my tickets and Backstage passes, but I'm picking up those when I get there. Should be good. Regardless, Ignore lack of posting for the next few days, I get back on Sunday Morning at like 6am. I will let you know how it all goes then. Maybe I will get off my ass and enable picture posting, that might be fun.
Today was a casual day. Money raised for charity. We also had the traditional courtyard stalls at lunch time. Music was good, until Dale hijaked Millencolin and switched it to Avril. Nooooooooooo!
My blatant disregard of tomorrow's Mercy Day, means that I now only have 10 days of school left, EVER! An exciting and scary thought.
And as far as the rest of life goes, is it sad that I miss Julia already?
Next person to piss me off is going to wake up with "May contain traces of nuts" tattooed across their balls.
In other news, I just poured a half carton of milk into the hot chocolate can and am supping directly from it. Delicious.
10 things I hate about you (You being the collective and applying to everyone and everything)
1) New flavoured soft drinks. Cherry Coke tastes like normal coke with a 2 second cherry after taste, blue Pepsi is just flat ginger ale mixed with pepsi and coloured blue, and don't even get me started on Sprite Ice. Its not good enough
2) Bank ATM's that won't accept my PIN though it is blatantly right.
3) Australian Idol: Enough said.
4) English commentary tests and test essays on a Monday.
5) Shin-height, sharp-cornered benches in the dark
6) The bright spark who put both the Emmy Awards and the Brownlow medal presentations on the same night meaning that there is nothing on TV all night.
7) Eddie Maguire.
8) Teenie Boppers in short skirts who laugh lots at nothing.
9) Dickheads who try to break into my friends houses while they are home.
10)Concert promoters who don't send me my tickets
11) Movies that betray their title by having more than 10 things that they hate about someone in them.
Things I like today? Pie as always, and Julia, who did up my tie in a full windsor knot and wouldn't let me undo it all day.
Gooooooood Morning Adelaide!
Well, it has been a busy one that's for sure. Mercedes socialites gathered for the collective celebration of Dale and Erin's 18th Birthday at "Frostbites". As it was a licensed venue, under 18's were not able to drink. That night I was over 18 due to a jedi mind trick scenario.
Security guy: Hey fella's, I guess I should start banding you off now
(*Security places a yellow "Over 18" wristband on my wrist*)
Me: Thanks buddy
(Security Guy bands a few more people)
Security Guy: Oh yeah, I should grab some ID off you all too.
Me: No worries
(Dutchy fumbles for his ID)
Dutchy: Hey Lucas, remember our combined 18th last holidays? That went off!
Me: It sure did
(Security Guy checks Dutchy's ID, I pretend I have just seen friends walk in and rush off in the direction of the door)
*Security guy looks puzzled*
Ok, so not really a Jedi Mind trick but anyway. Met a crazy girl called Sarah, She's 21, she also goes by the name of Julia. Hehehe.
A few bits marred the night, Tim was kicked out after 10 minutes because the bouncer was a chop. That was depressing, because people who actually deserved to be kicked out lingered until the very end of the night. Libbi got her drink confiscated, that was funny. I got hit on by some random bus slut who was smoky and was quite unnatractive. She decided the best way to pick me up was to tap me on the shoulder, pull the front of her already low cut top down another couple of inches to give me a good look at her rack, lick her lips suggestively and attempt to start a conversation. I looked at her funny, laughed and walked away.A food fight took place, as small blocks of cheese, twiggy stick, gummi bears, ice and cabana were thrown down the cleavage of Julia, Hannah, Erin and any other girl within view. Hannah struck back at me after I dropped three sucessive pieces of ice down her top by jamming a handful down my pants. That was cold. They opened up the bar after most people had cleaned out and some drank up about $120 dollars of the remaining tab in 5 minutes. Dale and I were most dissapointed when we were told that they couldn't make us Vodka martinis shaken not stirred, because "They didn't have a cocktail shaker".
Julia had a win of four dollars on the pokies and we are all very proud of her. Sean and I managed to steal a couple of the glasses (Which are cheap plastic and made by the lowest bidder) as mementos of our night.
All in all a good time was had by all. (Especially Mykiela)
I think this will be the last weekend I can go out, drink, get three hours sleep and do no homework until after exams. Damnit.
Woah, its been a while. I have still been busy, plugging away at the school work, and it didnt help that blogger was being a proverbial slut for most of the week and not letting me post. I got over my Calvin identity crisis when I realised that he lives in America, and consequently can't drink legally until he is 21 anyway. So thats all good. This week has been a fuck up the ass as far as English is concerned. With oral commentaries looming Robertson is working us to the ground. School is starting to wind up, most of our courses have finished and we are moving into revision time, this does two things mostly, makes year 12's stressed, and makes them complacent. Oh! and it makes them scared shitless. Which is understandable when you think that there is only 15 days left to go, well, if you don't count Mercy day and the graduation assembly, then is 13 days, and if you take out the day we go to "Finding Nemo" with the little kids its more like 12. So, you know, less than a fortnight left of school forever, if you dont count exams. Its chillingly terrifying. Mum is on a health kick lately, which means all the real food in our house has been replaced with a healthy alternative, and I cant eat anything without hearing the nutritional information recited to me real loud. Thats ok, because we have food now, Thursday being shopping day means that there is NO food to eat in the house on Wednesday afternoon and Thursday morning. Its the hardest time of the week for everyone. Friday is over, Dale and Erins 18th is tomorrow night, that should be fun for everyone. I have homework to do, but first , FRIDAY FIVE! ON A FRIDAY FOR THE FIRST TIME IN AGES!
1. Who is your favorite singer/musician? Why?
I like John Mayer and Howie Day, purely because their original bootlegged sounding style of soulful guitar and meaningful lyrics is cool and relaxing to listen to.
2. What one singer/musician can you not stand? Why?
Eminem. Not that he particularly counts as either because he doesnt sing, and what he does do you can barely call music. Regardless of the fact that it is essentially whining set to a drum beat, I dont like his spoiled whiney white boy voice, I dont like what he stands for and I dont like his attitude. He really does just give me the shits royal.
3. If your favorite singer wasn't in the music business, do you think you would still like him/her as a person?
What the fuck kind of question is that!? I havent met any of them in reality to make a judgement like that (Ask me next week, after I have met Mr. John Mayer)
4. Have you been to any concerts? If yes, who put on the best show?
Not many, I expect John Mayer's Melbourne concert will be quite exciting. 28 Days at the Tivoli was quite good despite the venue.
5. What are your thoughts on downloading free music online vs. purchasing albums? Do you feel the RIAA is right in its pursuit to stop people from dowloading free music?
I'm all for music downloads. It gives people so much more choice and range to which to learn from. They are able to experience many different types of music, and, if they find someone they like, they will often then go out and buy the album anyway. 'least thats what I do.
I had an identity crisis today when I found out that Calvin of the comic strip "Calvin and Hobbes" turns 18 before I do. Which means the boy and his tiger are older than I am.
Sigh
How depressing
Does anyone else think its ironic that at the end of "We Were Soldiers" (which by the way was based on a true story) the film studio left in the disclaimer at the end that says "Any and all characters and actions portrayed in this film are purely fictional, and any resemblance to actual people, living or dead or events is purely coincidental."
Ok, I can hear you all saying "Nick, It is only based on a true story! Of course the disclaimer is still true!"
Buzz.
Sorry. The characters actions and the characters names for that matter are all taken DIRECTLY from their actual people. They were even consulting on the film to make sure that it was accurate.
So, really, it is not purely fictional. It was not coincidental!
If you meant to do it, GET RID OF THE FUCKING DISCLAIMER!
Dutchy and I are going to be rich....
We all know what date rape is right?
It's where the scum of the universe, take drugs like rohypnol, slip it into some ladies drink while they are at a bar or a club, wait for the drug to take effect and then escort the helpless young ladies away to rape them. Not pretty. In my opinion, we should take all the fuckers who do this kind of shit out into a big paddock and shoot them all, but not before we release monkeys with baseball bats to hit them in the balls.
Dutchy and I, however, came up with a better idea.
Pay attention ladies, and you can turn the tables on those sleazy ass mother fuckers.
Now; It is pretty hard for a lady to rape a guy, because, as we all know, certain parts of the male anatomy have to be hard for that to work, and if scared, under pressure or in a tough situation, these parts of the male anatomy may fail to respond in the way that the she-rapist would like. That is why, from Roex-Lucas pharmaceuticals comes the new breakthrough "ViHypnol!". Thats right, by combining a dose of hypnotic rohypnol and hardening Viagra, it is now possible for you ladies to strike back at the scum of the planet by stooping to their level!
Buy it today!
Man, Dutchy and I are going to make a million dollars.
This weekend isn't a good one. Johnny Cash, the original man in black also died this weekend from Diabetes related illness.
A Tribute is in order.
"
Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on.
I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he's a victim of the times.
I wear the black for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me.
Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Black.
I wear it for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.
And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Believen' that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Believen' that we all were on their side.
Well, there's things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin' everywhere you go,
But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You'll never see me wear a suit of white.
Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything's OK,
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black."
Johnny Cash -Man in Black
You know, I never did see him wear a suit of white.
1. Is the name you have now the same name that's on your birth certificate? If not, what's changed?
Well, the name on my birth certificate is Nicholas James Lucas, but anyone who calls me Nicholas is either angry at me, or politely asking me to kick them in the balls.
2. If you could change your name (first, middle and/or last), what would it be?
Hehehe, I would call myself Chris Snow, my alter ego, or Joichim Miguel Sanchez the third. Purely for how cool it sounds.
3. Why were you named what you were? (Is there a story behind it? Who specifically was responsible for naming you?)
I was going to be called Lucas or Marcus, until of course that my mother met my father, and realised that Lucas Lucas or Marcus Lucas wouldn't really work. They settled on Nick.
4. Are there any names you really hate or love? What are they and why?
Not particularly. I do however have some strange form of animosity towards anyone else called Nick. Go figure.
5. Is the analysis of your name at kabalarians.com accurate? How or how isn't it?
Depends on what you take my name to be properly. I don't know if its accurate, You tell me
Nicholas:
Your first name of Nicholas has given you a clever, deep mind and the talent to excel in highly inspirational lines of endeavour as a dramatist, musician, writer, or artist. You can be lifted by beauty in all forms and you are at the most creative when inspired. Your expressive, affectionate nature responds very quickly through your feelings, but you must guard against being possessive and jealous. You feel and sense much that you do not fully understand and cannot express. Your delight in mystery could draw you into occult studies or religions. Unfortunately, uncontrolled thoughts make it difficult for you to retain emotional stability, and prevent you from finding proper peace and relaxation. You tend to centre your interest too much on whatever means the most to you, and then you become over-possessive and suffer through disillusionment and fear of losses.
Nick:
Your name of Nick has given you an idealistic nature with a desire to help others. Your initiative often causes you to be the first to act when you see a need. Since you are impressionable and receptive, you feel the misfortunes of others very keenly. However, this name makes it awkward for you to express your deeper thoughts and feelings with finesse and diplomacy to the extent that your candid, sometimes blunt, manner of speaking creates misunderstandings with others. Being somewhat self-centred, you learn through your own experiences, as you rarely take advice from others. Yet, you are sensitive and very easily hurt and offended. You long for praise and appreciation for your efforts, but others find it difficult to understand you. You dislike monotony and system and enjoy being creative in an inventive way whether it be in interior decorating, music, art, crafts, or other endeavours that require versatility and skill. You are imaginative and visionary, somewhat of a perfectionist, yet the results of your efforts often fall short of your high expectations. A leadership position appeals to you because you would enjoy directing others rather than being directed. Your feelings are strong and you tend to react intensely to situations.
I think they are both relevant in ways and bullshit in others.
You be the jury.
John Ritter died today. Aged 54 years, Yep, He passed on just one week before his 55th Birthday.
So most of you don't know him, but he was the father out of
"8 Simple rules for dating my teenage daughter" and various other shows. He collapsed on the set of "8 Simple rules.." and was rushed to hospital, where a difficult to diagnose and even more difficult to treat heart condition was discovered, Surgeons tried to save him but sadly failed.
He was a funny funny man and TV is poorer for losing him.
Rest In Peace John,
A special anniversary today.
Here's one for peace.
"These days, with the world getting colder,
She spends more time sleeping over
Than I planned.
Tonight we're gonna order in,
Drinking wine and watching CNN.
It's dark I know, but then again
It's the brightest thing I got
When I'm covered in rain
Now, I'm covered in rain, rain, rain, rain
From fireworks to fire places
Summer snow and fallen places
Now people watching all the people watching, everybody watching me.
Standing by the missing signs at the CVS by the checkout line
She puts her quiet hands in mine
Cause she's the brightest thing I got
When I'm covered in rain
Cause I'm covered in rain, rain, rain, rain
Cause I'm covered in rain
No I'm covered in rain
And come December Lydia left,
She mentioned something 'bout it being for the best
And I can't say I disagree and its killing me.
And now I'm standing facing west,
Chasing my fingers 'round her silhouette
I haven't gotten used to it,
but its the brightest thing I got.
When I'm covered in rain
Now, I'm covered in rain
No, I'm covered in rain, rain, rain, rain
I'm covered in, covered in, covered in rain"
-John Mayer: Covered in Rain
Does anyone else find it strange that the Wicked witch in "The wizard of Oz" looks remarkably like Max Clinger from M*A*S*H?
I was planning on updating, but im too fucking busy and vice versa.
Catch you all later
Howdy campers! Big day today. Mondays always are. It also happens to be Patrick Canny's 21st. Not that he reads this. But happy birthday anyway. (Julia will pass it on, and if not, at least I tried). Dale and Erin's Birthday tomorrow, so we wait with bated breath for them to turn 18.
In other news, We have been lumped with more English work, just when we thought the worst was over.
Also, I cut myself pulling apart a biro and now feel like quite a fool. That was foolishness was quickly dispersed as four good things happened in a row.
1) I discovered that Sam has started brewing beer, and it will be ready for the holidays.
2) Chemistry is finished. And consequently, Chem didnt run into lunch. INFINITE HAPPINESS!
3) Julia and I have been together for three months. INFINITE INFINITE HAPPINESS!
4) BIGGEST news. Daw and I scored backstage passes to John Mayer's Melbourne Concert at the Palais theatre on the 26th of September. (Thats 18 days and counting). However, this means that a select Clique of Year 11 girls now want to kill me. Julia and Luke are planning to have an Anti-John party just to make us feel bad for going.
Other than that, it was quite an ordinary day. We recounted the aftermath of Saturday night, made jokes about people who over-imbibed and I wrote a poetry commentary. Woo hoo. Super super fun.
For the Year !2's, About 8 weeks and counting.
May god have mercy on us all.
What the? Its Sunday evening. I guess it MUST be time for the Friday Five!
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1. What housekeeping chore(s) do you hate doing the most?
Emptying the Dishwasher
2. Are there any that you like or don't mind doing?
Cleaning the bathroom
3. Do you have a routine throughout the week or just clean as it's needed?
As its needed.
4. Do you have any odd cleaning/housekeeping quirks or rules?
Nope
5. What was the last thing you cleaned?
The four inch layer of dust off of the top of my stereo
In other news, Daw got a haircut, and now looks more like a fine upstanding member of society. Also the gang stepped out to celebrate Sam's 18th last night, and much fun was had by all. A little too much fun was had by Betty and Wisdom, but I'm sure they are feeling a little low about that right now. It was crazy fun sleeping in a room with everyone like that. We had a beeramid, and when we added a can to it, we had to make a speech about the Birthday boy, It was lots and lots of fun!
Today was the second day of FUCKING FANTASTIC weather in a row. You know the sort, Not a cloud in the sky, birds singing, Sunshine everywhere. The kind of day you just want to lay on the grass and stare into space for hours and hours and hours? The last day of shitty wintery weather was two days ago. Happily, it coincided with the day we handed up all our IB shit. This is not the way to get us working again. We are all burnt out and tired, and weather that lends itself to sitting on the grass and staring into space is not helpful!
Im getting sooo drunk this weekend.
Things that Piss me off : Food
It has been a while since I have done the good old "Things that piss me off" list, and to be perfectly honest lately, It has been the new types off food that are around.
Now, Be honest with me kids, or was eating much simpler a few years ago? Like, if you wanted coffee, you essentially had four choices. Black with sugar, black without sugar, white with sugar, white without sugar. Simple yes? Nowadays, we have whole shops dedicated to coffee with entire lists of what you can order, most of which have strange weird names that take about a half hour to decipher. But being a coffee drinker, I dont mind a good coffee, so that is not where my problem is. My problem lies with juices and chips. Chips, you used to have your plain, your chicken, your salt and vinegar, your BBQ and your Cheese and onion. Then, tragedy struck, and strange flavours started to seep their way into the chip market, Herb and Spice, Light and tangy were among the first, then variations of BBQ, Texas BBQ, Aussie BBQ. Then, suddenly, stuff that should never ever have been made into chips started becoming chips. Meat pie and sauce? Meat pie and sauce? What the fuck were they thinking! I know its an aussie market, but come on! Then we have the heinz tomato soup, Sour cream and chives, sour cream and chilli, honey soy, teriyaki, Sweet lime with Cracked pepper, Red wine and herbs! Its out of control! Suddenly, the good old "Plain" is replaced by fucking Sea salt and noone knows what the fuck they want any more! There are more choices for snack food than there are for political parties. Juice also is suffering from new and improved syndrome. Juice now contains, cactus juice, aloe vera and strange plants and fruits that noone has ever heard of! Soft drinks also are beginning to suffer. We used to have, Coke, Pepsi, Diet coke, and diet pepsi, then sprite, fanta, 7up and lift and if you were feeling adventurous, Creaming Soda. Then in comes, Pepsi max, Coke with lemon, pepsi twist, diet pepsi twist, diet coke with lemon, Vanilla coke, diet vanilla coke, pepsi blue, Fanta, in thousands of different varieties, Pineapple, lime, classic orange, wild berry, raspberry, passion fruit. Its rediculous. And as a consumer, its starting to get damn confusing out there! Now we dont know what kind of stuff we are drinking and eating, we are just doing it.
The problem with society is: when we go to get a snack, its a harder decision than choosing what political party to vote for, or what courses to sit at uni.
Lift your game.
Im off to bed
Good Christ, Its over.
IB Extended Essays were handed in today. So were IB HL English World Lit. One and Two and ToK essays.
Thats most of the major stuff out of the way. I decided to come home and celebrate by going to sleep. From 3:30 when I got home to 7:30. Its allllll good now.