I was going to post and give you all this weeks Friday five (since last week there was no friday five, for some strange reason). But today being halloween and all, the Friday five is halloween oriented and therefore very inapropriate for us in Australia given that we dont actually celebrate halloween. I have my first exam in three days. In two weeks, I am finished forever. I will update more then.
Bye
Don't eat the yellow snow
Friday, October 31, 2003
Wednesday, October 29, 2003
Yeah yeah, get off my back. This is just a quick one on the fly, to ensure that I'm, you know, still alive. Exams start in five days and counting. *Shudder* I promise normal posting services will resume once exams are well and truly over on the 13th. Should be quite exciting. Watching "Hannibal" right now instead of studying though. I have seen it a million times, and I am sure that the television edit will be very very bad. I do however want a cool Hopkins style Fedora. Though I am very impressed that they decided to include the deleted scenes, horribly gay as they are.
Well, I might away now, considering that I have to study in the morning.
Study Study Study.
Bah, Humbug.
Well, I might away now, considering that I have to study in the morning.
Study Study Study.
Bah, Humbug.
Sunday, October 26, 2003
Wow, Its been a while. But I have been on the go ever since that last post of mine. I will try and detail out a blow-by-blow description chronologically for you so you can see how all that shit went down. I will do it in stages. There is a lot to get through.
Muck Up/Celebration Day.
6:30: Begin
Wednesday was an ordinary day of school. Nothing exciting there. We ended with Chemistry and nice remarks from Jeff. Walking out was a good one. Art Exhibition in the afternoon. I will post some of the artwork up once I get artists permission.
I rode home, had dinner, and lay in bed for a little bit. Didn’t get much sleep though. Got up around 9ish and prepared myself for the night ahead. Packed up my kit of lockpicks and shaving cream, waterballoons, and dressed in true covert black ops style. Headed off to “bed” at about 10:30. And waited.
It began
11:10: Dale arrives.
My phone rings. Rattling harshly on my desk. I pull on my hardcore black SlipKnot hat and pick up my bag. The game is afoot. Dale is in the Combi, waiting down at the bottom of my driveway. I hopped in, and saw the back of the van top full of balloons. We drove.
11:35: Brownhill Creek.
After having called Betty and Dutchy en route, we knew that where it was at was at the Brownhill Creek Park. (That park has memories for me) Rocking up, we saw most of the Merc year 12’s clustered around getting wasted out of their brains. We sat around, talking to some people, I found that ever-lovable girlfriend of mine, the wonderful Julia Canny and we had a chat. That was lots of fun. Dale took off to the rendezvous to meet the other members of the balloon inflation team. Julia went off for a bit. I had a chat with Tina and Allyce and various other people before piling up into the Betro5 mobile and heading off for Erin’s.
12:10: Erin’s and School.
Dale was already there. And we all loaded up and headed towards school. It looked very much like a war zone. People running everywhere, trying to breech the school but realizing that there was security everywhere. Buckingham, (dressed in a black wetsuit) and Canale, were preparing blocks of wood and liquid nails for their quality prank. Checking the gate at Kiss ‘n’ drop, we (we being: Luke, Dutchy and I) decided we needed a new way in. So, in true strike team style, we slunk in around the back, and infiltrated through the back fence by the teacher car park (Take notes this years year 11’s) and we all strafed across the car park and found hiding places up in the “grotto” as we waited for Dale to rock up in the Combi to let us in. It was right about… here that everything went to hell. Canale and Buckingham ran off down the back road to start setting their shit up, and Dutchy, Luke and I crouched in the bushes. Soon we heard the familiar roar of Dale’s engine, coming up the drive. Stepping out, I saw two pairs of headlights. A security car was escorting the combi. Dutchy split, and as he sprinted back across the teacher car park with the car hot in pursuit, I broke cover and ran to the van, thinking I could get into the study on the permission note that we got from Spinelli/Miles earlier that day. Buzz. Julia told me that they were being escorted and that they were the only people allowed in. By this time, the security car had finished chasing dutchy and cruised back towards the combi. I split, and still don’t know how he didn’t see me. Anyway, I dropped down behind some rocks and waited. Presently, three other guards joined the one who was escorting Dale. This meant unfortunately that I had to crouch in my position for about forty minutes until the van had been unloaded, and the guards had moved away. In that time, Canale and Buckingham wandered back, only to be accosted by Security guards and searched, their blocks of wood and nails were confiscated. Betty made a break to try and be smuggled out in Dale’s combi, but the back was searched and he was busted, luckily he had stashed his sparklers and lighter in the dirt. Down the front, Stefan had a small altercation with a barbed wire fence, which left his face cut and battered, and him evacuated home by his parents. Earl lay down the law by elbowing a guard in an escape attempt. Regardless, from my position, I think I destroyed my thigh muscles and eventually managed to withdraw, and grabbed my gear (which had previously been stashed in the bushes). As I jumped out of the bushes, and split back over the fence, I ran into a group of girls planning on breaching the premises there. I ran them back up to the corner and explained what had happened. Soon Betty, Dutchy and the like joined us, we work shopped the whole thing and concluded that anyone who got caught was crap, and Dutch and I were cool cause we didn’t. Even so, Dutchy was seen. I wasn’t. Bahaha. Dale rocked up in the combi, and we decided to re group to come up with a new plan.
1:20: The park
We sat, and decided that we were going to have to fill up the van and run trips to and from the study, slowly filling it up. So there we sat, filling balloons. Different people came and helped us out. After the van was full. Dale ran another one up, and we filled the Betro5 and Dutchy’s boot. Then we were bored. Dilemma. There was nothing to do. Solution: Canister bomb. Yep, Using my torch, Dutchy put it together and I added a berry special accelerant to move things along. We positioned it, and lit the fuse. Betros and I ran, Dutchy decided to examine the fuse for a bit. Foolish maybe, but he still got back in plenty of time. It went off loudly. Very gunshot-esque. Mykiela whose house is down the road even heard it and sent us messages asking what it was. Anyway, Dale got back and we resumed filling balloons. Soonish, police headed up, in answer to another disturbance call. It was the fourth or fifth time they had been called out for Mercedes kids alone. He told us to finish the vanload, and then move along. They even parked and made sure that we did move along. We decided that it might be a better idea if we moved to a location closer to school, Like the Exam Centre. St Michaels Church. While Dale, Erin and Julia unloaded the van, the rest of us decided to get some food.
3:00 (or thereabouts): The Betro5
Sarah Fazzolari, Betros, Sarah Loveband, Allyce and myself made a pilgrimage for fried food. The closest we could find was west terrace Hungries. We bought some greasy food and then headed our way back towards the Combi and our other followers. We dropped Loveband off at Erin’s house and allowed her out so she could sleep.
3:40 something: The church.
Dale and I kept filling the van once we arrived at the church. A few people still milled around. Julia and Erin had crashed in the front of the Combi, Allyce and Fazzolari crashed in the back of Dutchy’s car. Still, Dale and I sat and blew balloons, Dutchy and Luke helped for a time. But soon McFarlane, Burrows, Salerno, Kotter and co rocked up, and told us in detail what had happened to Mitcham girls. I don’t know how they knew. They headed off to a 24 hour supermarket, as Dale and company started for another run into school. Armed with a secret plan to infiltrate the study, I was dropped on rectory and moved into position. Unfortunately security didn’t let Dale in due to a car accident at Mitcham. We found out later that it was Charlie and Pete, and that marred the start of the day slightly. Dale returned. Betros drove Julia and Erin home. Dale and I sat blowing up balloons. People came and went. Betros helped blow up some more balloons until we filled the van again. Time passed
5:55: The church.
Well, the sun was up, we had a full van, so we drove up to school to try and get in. P Willy was coming to let us in at 6 apparently, but he wasn’t there. The guard on the gate let us in, (after a wee bit of sweet-talking by Dale.) The combi was driven up and parked waiting, full of balloons. Williams rocked up at school about 15 minutes later and granted us access to the office of O’d. People came in, helped us fill the office and others snuck in and set about setting other practical jokes. Posters were plastered up everywhere with the message “Class of 2003:Closing time”, a flag was run up the flagpole with “Seniors 2003” on it, and staircases had cups of water lined up along them and string cordoning them off. Brazzatti rocked up at about 7:00 and was shocked to discover his office full to chest height with balloons. (His initial reaction was most funny: He started with “What the fu….” And then turned to me and said “YOU” in the most accusatory tone I think I have ever heard). We headed back and finished O’d’s office, just in time, as he came driving up the drive way just as we all got back to the street. By now, people were starting to rock up, and things were getting exciting: Muck up day was about to begin…
7:30: Start your engines.
O’d had seen his office, sworn and was proud of us. Daw and “Splinter group” came running up from Delamere, headbands and water balloons prepared. Shaving cream was being plastered around, as were posters. Everything was ready. It’s hard to actually tell where everything started off. I think all hell broke loose fairly quickly. I remember bowing my head, and being bombarded with water balloons by splinter group to start things off. I quickly became a member and it was a full on war. Boys Vs Girls. We quickly gained control of a tap up by the year 12 area, this monopolized, we were able to fill our waterballoons and pistols contentedly. Armed, we waited. The girls didn’t disappoint, appearing at the top of the drive, Tim used is finely honed cricketing skills to pick of strategic targets with the water bombs. Soon realizing that the water balloons were gay, we resorted to using real balloons, filling them to mammoth proportions before launching them at our opposition. At one point, Hannah snuck close enough to steal our packet, but Wisdom and I speedily took after her and she was met by a fantastic balloon headshot and subsequent saturation with a water pistol. I claimed her dress-fabric sash as my prize. We guarded our tap well. By this time, more women snuck in, but Howie took off in hot pursuit and drenched them. It was time to pick off strategic targets. I filled a balloon to massive proportions, and took off on a suicide run. Erin was looking remarkably dry, so I wandered up to her, and gave her a big hug, simultaneously bursting the balloon above her head. Then, the master of innovation who is Daw came up with a cunning plan. It was time to bring out the big guns: The sack. Daw and I hastily filled a garbage bag full of water, and started to pick targets. I would hold them, while Daw emptied the sack. It worked fantastically, and many a victim fell to the almighty sack. Somewhere along the line, everyone else had rocked up, and there were balloons flying everywhere. O’d struggled to maintain control, but his authority was threatened by the fact that he was saturated and covered in shaving cream. Some boys had made a slingshot out of a funnel and pieces of rubber tubing, and were using it to sling waterballoons massive distances down the driveway with surprising accuracy. A few sackings later, Daw decided to attack Julia, and drenched her. She struck back by brutally beating him about the head with a red pool noodle until he beat a hasty retreat. I attacked several more targets with coordinated suicide bombing, before I was severely shaving creamed by the likes of Bonnie. By now we were all drenched, and attacking year 12 targets was pointless. Luckily it was about time for other people to start arriving. Innocent targets wandered into the school, making hurriedly across the war zone, headed for the stairs and relative safety of their own year level areas. Unfortunately for them, the stairs were blocked by water and string, and they were trapped. Many an innocent target suffered a precision saturation bombing. The next major target had been decided in about 10 minutes, the Southside bus was to arrive, carrying with it the most deserving of all water bombings: Adrian Mazzacchi. We sat and waited. Presently the bus arrived, and worried looking students scurried hurriedly towards classes, giving the Year 12’s as wide a berth as possible. Everyone was here now. And all the year 12 guys sat, waiting hungrily for blood. As soon as the target stepped of the bus, a battle cry of “ADRIAN MAZZACCHI” went up throughout the crowd, and the boy was set upon by every male in Year 12. Needless to say, he walked away saturated. Kate and Dani were not spared; a few balloons flung their way in haste. Mr Williams was sprinting down from his car, pursued by a cohort of seniors enthusiastically bombing the absolute fuck out of him, one hitting him square in the head and knocking his glasses askew. Tony struggled to regain control, but lost the last lingering thread of authority when Julius turned the fire hose on him and gave him a further soaking. Younger year levels lined up above and below the McAuley building stairs were subjected to watery projectiles. Howie demonstrated his accuracy by dropping a few giant balloons from the second story onto unsuspecting year 9’s below, who were waiting for a full frontal assault. He struck gold, scoring at least two direct headshots and drenching the kids. More bombs were lobbed into the crowd, and hits were welcomed by squeals. Homerooms in the labs looked on in awe at the unfolding mayhem, and jumped when the windows were bombarded with waterballoons. Libbi and Mykiela rocked up, and tried to escape but were cornered by the gardeners shed and received several drenching hugs from me and Daw as well as a fantastic balloon soaking. Fun continued as Ritchy was dragged over to a lamp post and glad wrapped to it. As he struggled against his bonds, the year 12 cohort spiritedly bombed him continually while singing happy birthday. A courier making a delivery was targeted, and his van received quite a washing. And several hundred balloons were lobbed into the crowd of latecomers walking up from the bus stop. Ammo supplies dwindling, people used up the last of their shaving cream and balloons before resorting to water pistols. Eventually O’d called us all into the study to thank us for behaving so well. He gave us a timeline of what was happening, and when ice cream and bouncy castles and the like were to arrive. Sore, bruised and battered, we shambled off to change into dry clothes. Thus refreshed we ambled down towards the bouncy castle for a couple of giant bouncy rumbles, severely injuring a good many people by bouncing off the walls into things. After getting a snack, I returned for more bouncing before tiredness hit me, and I curled up in the corner of one of the Spring Fair tents for a nap with the breathtaking Julia Canny. Several minutes later, and more refreshed after a power nap, I ambled up towards the courtyard and found Daw and Betty with Emma, Libbi, Kate, Chanelle and Mykiela, soaking up the sun. I sat and we discussed the night before and its activities, the morning and what it held as well as reminiscing about times past. We had been relaxing like that for going on a half hour when Dutchy arrived. We abused him a little for missing Muck up day, yet he claimed that he didn’t, and had had more muck up day than any of us. We just shook our heads at him, wondering why he didn’t understand. We were once more summoned to the study, and given ice cream and fairy floss before being told to head out for lunch but to be back in time for the unveiling of the Year 12 “Garden of Reflection”. Piling back into the combi, we headed towards lunch. At hungries.
12:00: Lunch.
Surprisingly uneventful, a bunch of Merc students descended, ate and then left. More reminiscing was done, before heading back to school.
12:30: School again.
A formal ceremony was held in the year 12 area to dedicate the “garden of reflection”. There were speeches, we farewelled teachers who were moving on, either to other schools or to retirement. Barber played some guitar and it was quite moving. We had to head into the hall to practice for the Graduation Assembly the next day, and spent much of it walking up and down, practicing climbing onto stage and what not.. We soon finished and everyone headed off home. I waited around for Dale before climbing into the van and going home. I slept on the way, and as soon as I got home, I went to bed. I don’t even remember my head hitting the pillow.
That was pretty much how the night before muck up day and Muck up day itself unfolded for me. It was lots and lots of fun, and supplied us with memories that I am sure will never be forgotten. Its that special little feeling of being able to have fun in a huge group like that that makes you feel that the whole year was worthwhile, you leave knowing that you have made some fantastic, and surely life long friends.
Pictures are in order. I will get to them later. Right now, I have to study. Catch you all later.
Muck Up/Celebration Day.
6:30: Begin
Wednesday was an ordinary day of school. Nothing exciting there. We ended with Chemistry and nice remarks from Jeff. Walking out was a good one. Art Exhibition in the afternoon. I will post some of the artwork up once I get artists permission.
I rode home, had dinner, and lay in bed for a little bit. Didn’t get much sleep though. Got up around 9ish and prepared myself for the night ahead. Packed up my kit of lockpicks and shaving cream, waterballoons, and dressed in true covert black ops style. Headed off to “bed” at about 10:30. And waited.
It began
11:10: Dale arrives.
My phone rings. Rattling harshly on my desk. I pull on my hardcore black SlipKnot hat and pick up my bag. The game is afoot. Dale is in the Combi, waiting down at the bottom of my driveway. I hopped in, and saw the back of the van top full of balloons. We drove.
11:35: Brownhill Creek.
After having called Betty and Dutchy en route, we knew that where it was at was at the Brownhill Creek Park. (That park has memories for me) Rocking up, we saw most of the Merc year 12’s clustered around getting wasted out of their brains. We sat around, talking to some people, I found that ever-lovable girlfriend of mine, the wonderful Julia Canny and we had a chat. That was lots of fun. Dale took off to the rendezvous to meet the other members of the balloon inflation team. Julia went off for a bit. I had a chat with Tina and Allyce and various other people before piling up into the Betro5 mobile and heading off for Erin’s.
12:10: Erin’s and School.
Dale was already there. And we all loaded up and headed towards school. It looked very much like a war zone. People running everywhere, trying to breech the school but realizing that there was security everywhere. Buckingham, (dressed in a black wetsuit) and Canale, were preparing blocks of wood and liquid nails for their quality prank. Checking the gate at Kiss ‘n’ drop, we (we being: Luke, Dutchy and I) decided we needed a new way in. So, in true strike team style, we slunk in around the back, and infiltrated through the back fence by the teacher car park (Take notes this years year 11’s) and we all strafed across the car park and found hiding places up in the “grotto” as we waited for Dale to rock up in the Combi to let us in. It was right about… here that everything went to hell. Canale and Buckingham ran off down the back road to start setting their shit up, and Dutchy, Luke and I crouched in the bushes. Soon we heard the familiar roar of Dale’s engine, coming up the drive. Stepping out, I saw two pairs of headlights. A security car was escorting the combi. Dutchy split, and as he sprinted back across the teacher car park with the car hot in pursuit, I broke cover and ran to the van, thinking I could get into the study on the permission note that we got from Spinelli/Miles earlier that day. Buzz. Julia told me that they were being escorted and that they were the only people allowed in. By this time, the security car had finished chasing dutchy and cruised back towards the combi. I split, and still don’t know how he didn’t see me. Anyway, I dropped down behind some rocks and waited. Presently, three other guards joined the one who was escorting Dale. This meant unfortunately that I had to crouch in my position for about forty minutes until the van had been unloaded, and the guards had moved away. In that time, Canale and Buckingham wandered back, only to be accosted by Security guards and searched, their blocks of wood and nails were confiscated. Betty made a break to try and be smuggled out in Dale’s combi, but the back was searched and he was busted, luckily he had stashed his sparklers and lighter in the dirt. Down the front, Stefan had a small altercation with a barbed wire fence, which left his face cut and battered, and him evacuated home by his parents. Earl lay down the law by elbowing a guard in an escape attempt. Regardless, from my position, I think I destroyed my thigh muscles and eventually managed to withdraw, and grabbed my gear (which had previously been stashed in the bushes). As I jumped out of the bushes, and split back over the fence, I ran into a group of girls planning on breaching the premises there. I ran them back up to the corner and explained what had happened. Soon Betty, Dutchy and the like joined us, we work shopped the whole thing and concluded that anyone who got caught was crap, and Dutch and I were cool cause we didn’t. Even so, Dutchy was seen. I wasn’t. Bahaha. Dale rocked up in the combi, and we decided to re group to come up with a new plan.
1:20: The park
We sat, and decided that we were going to have to fill up the van and run trips to and from the study, slowly filling it up. So there we sat, filling balloons. Different people came and helped us out. After the van was full. Dale ran another one up, and we filled the Betro5 and Dutchy’s boot. Then we were bored. Dilemma. There was nothing to do. Solution: Canister bomb. Yep, Using my torch, Dutchy put it together and I added a berry special accelerant to move things along. We positioned it, and lit the fuse. Betros and I ran, Dutchy decided to examine the fuse for a bit. Foolish maybe, but he still got back in plenty of time. It went off loudly. Very gunshot-esque. Mykiela whose house is down the road even heard it and sent us messages asking what it was. Anyway, Dale got back and we resumed filling balloons. Soonish, police headed up, in answer to another disturbance call. It was the fourth or fifth time they had been called out for Mercedes kids alone. He told us to finish the vanload, and then move along. They even parked and made sure that we did move along. We decided that it might be a better idea if we moved to a location closer to school, Like the Exam Centre. St Michaels Church. While Dale, Erin and Julia unloaded the van, the rest of us decided to get some food.
3:00 (or thereabouts): The Betro5
Sarah Fazzolari, Betros, Sarah Loveband, Allyce and myself made a pilgrimage for fried food. The closest we could find was west terrace Hungries. We bought some greasy food and then headed our way back towards the Combi and our other followers. We dropped Loveband off at Erin’s house and allowed her out so she could sleep.
3:40 something: The church.
Dale and I kept filling the van once we arrived at the church. A few people still milled around. Julia and Erin had crashed in the front of the Combi, Allyce and Fazzolari crashed in the back of Dutchy’s car. Still, Dale and I sat and blew balloons, Dutchy and Luke helped for a time. But soon McFarlane, Burrows, Salerno, Kotter and co rocked up, and told us in detail what had happened to Mitcham girls. I don’t know how they knew. They headed off to a 24 hour supermarket, as Dale and company started for another run into school. Armed with a secret plan to infiltrate the study, I was dropped on rectory and moved into position. Unfortunately security didn’t let Dale in due to a car accident at Mitcham. We found out later that it was Charlie and Pete, and that marred the start of the day slightly. Dale returned. Betros drove Julia and Erin home. Dale and I sat blowing up balloons. People came and went. Betros helped blow up some more balloons until we filled the van again. Time passed
5:55: The church.
Well, the sun was up, we had a full van, so we drove up to school to try and get in. P Willy was coming to let us in at 6 apparently, but he wasn’t there. The guard on the gate let us in, (after a wee bit of sweet-talking by Dale.) The combi was driven up and parked waiting, full of balloons. Williams rocked up at school about 15 minutes later and granted us access to the office of O’d. People came in, helped us fill the office and others snuck in and set about setting other practical jokes. Posters were plastered up everywhere with the message “Class of 2003:Closing time”, a flag was run up the flagpole with “Seniors 2003” on it, and staircases had cups of water lined up along them and string cordoning them off. Brazzatti rocked up at about 7:00 and was shocked to discover his office full to chest height with balloons. (His initial reaction was most funny: He started with “What the fu….” And then turned to me and said “YOU” in the most accusatory tone I think I have ever heard). We headed back and finished O’d’s office, just in time, as he came driving up the drive way just as we all got back to the street. By now, people were starting to rock up, and things were getting exciting: Muck up day was about to begin…
7:30: Start your engines.
O’d had seen his office, sworn and was proud of us. Daw and “Splinter group” came running up from Delamere, headbands and water balloons prepared. Shaving cream was being plastered around, as were posters. Everything was ready. It’s hard to actually tell where everything started off. I think all hell broke loose fairly quickly. I remember bowing my head, and being bombarded with water balloons by splinter group to start things off. I quickly became a member and it was a full on war. Boys Vs Girls. We quickly gained control of a tap up by the year 12 area, this monopolized, we were able to fill our waterballoons and pistols contentedly. Armed, we waited. The girls didn’t disappoint, appearing at the top of the drive, Tim used is finely honed cricketing skills to pick of strategic targets with the water bombs. Soon realizing that the water balloons were gay, we resorted to using real balloons, filling them to mammoth proportions before launching them at our opposition. At one point, Hannah snuck close enough to steal our packet, but Wisdom and I speedily took after her and she was met by a fantastic balloon headshot and subsequent saturation with a water pistol. I claimed her dress-fabric sash as my prize. We guarded our tap well. By this time, more women snuck in, but Howie took off in hot pursuit and drenched them. It was time to pick off strategic targets. I filled a balloon to massive proportions, and took off on a suicide run. Erin was looking remarkably dry, so I wandered up to her, and gave her a big hug, simultaneously bursting the balloon above her head. Then, the master of innovation who is Daw came up with a cunning plan. It was time to bring out the big guns: The sack. Daw and I hastily filled a garbage bag full of water, and started to pick targets. I would hold them, while Daw emptied the sack. It worked fantastically, and many a victim fell to the almighty sack. Somewhere along the line, everyone else had rocked up, and there were balloons flying everywhere. O’d struggled to maintain control, but his authority was threatened by the fact that he was saturated and covered in shaving cream. Some boys had made a slingshot out of a funnel and pieces of rubber tubing, and were using it to sling waterballoons massive distances down the driveway with surprising accuracy. A few sackings later, Daw decided to attack Julia, and drenched her. She struck back by brutally beating him about the head with a red pool noodle until he beat a hasty retreat. I attacked several more targets with coordinated suicide bombing, before I was severely shaving creamed by the likes of Bonnie. By now we were all drenched, and attacking year 12 targets was pointless. Luckily it was about time for other people to start arriving. Innocent targets wandered into the school, making hurriedly across the war zone, headed for the stairs and relative safety of their own year level areas. Unfortunately for them, the stairs were blocked by water and string, and they were trapped. Many an innocent target suffered a precision saturation bombing. The next major target had been decided in about 10 minutes, the Southside bus was to arrive, carrying with it the most deserving of all water bombings: Adrian Mazzacchi. We sat and waited. Presently the bus arrived, and worried looking students scurried hurriedly towards classes, giving the Year 12’s as wide a berth as possible. Everyone was here now. And all the year 12 guys sat, waiting hungrily for blood. As soon as the target stepped of the bus, a battle cry of “ADRIAN MAZZACCHI” went up throughout the crowd, and the boy was set upon by every male in Year 12. Needless to say, he walked away saturated. Kate and Dani were not spared; a few balloons flung their way in haste. Mr Williams was sprinting down from his car, pursued by a cohort of seniors enthusiastically bombing the absolute fuck out of him, one hitting him square in the head and knocking his glasses askew. Tony struggled to regain control, but lost the last lingering thread of authority when Julius turned the fire hose on him and gave him a further soaking. Younger year levels lined up above and below the McAuley building stairs were subjected to watery projectiles. Howie demonstrated his accuracy by dropping a few giant balloons from the second story onto unsuspecting year 9’s below, who were waiting for a full frontal assault. He struck gold, scoring at least two direct headshots and drenching the kids. More bombs were lobbed into the crowd, and hits were welcomed by squeals. Homerooms in the labs looked on in awe at the unfolding mayhem, and jumped when the windows were bombarded with waterballoons. Libbi and Mykiela rocked up, and tried to escape but were cornered by the gardeners shed and received several drenching hugs from me and Daw as well as a fantastic balloon soaking. Fun continued as Ritchy was dragged over to a lamp post and glad wrapped to it. As he struggled against his bonds, the year 12 cohort spiritedly bombed him continually while singing happy birthday. A courier making a delivery was targeted, and his van received quite a washing. And several hundred balloons were lobbed into the crowd of latecomers walking up from the bus stop. Ammo supplies dwindling, people used up the last of their shaving cream and balloons before resorting to water pistols. Eventually O’d called us all into the study to thank us for behaving so well. He gave us a timeline of what was happening, and when ice cream and bouncy castles and the like were to arrive. Sore, bruised and battered, we shambled off to change into dry clothes. Thus refreshed we ambled down towards the bouncy castle for a couple of giant bouncy rumbles, severely injuring a good many people by bouncing off the walls into things. After getting a snack, I returned for more bouncing before tiredness hit me, and I curled up in the corner of one of the Spring Fair tents for a nap with the breathtaking Julia Canny. Several minutes later, and more refreshed after a power nap, I ambled up towards the courtyard and found Daw and Betty with Emma, Libbi, Kate, Chanelle and Mykiela, soaking up the sun. I sat and we discussed the night before and its activities, the morning and what it held as well as reminiscing about times past. We had been relaxing like that for going on a half hour when Dutchy arrived. We abused him a little for missing Muck up day, yet he claimed that he didn’t, and had had more muck up day than any of us. We just shook our heads at him, wondering why he didn’t understand. We were once more summoned to the study, and given ice cream and fairy floss before being told to head out for lunch but to be back in time for the unveiling of the Year 12 “Garden of Reflection”. Piling back into the combi, we headed towards lunch. At hungries.
12:00: Lunch.
Surprisingly uneventful, a bunch of Merc students descended, ate and then left. More reminiscing was done, before heading back to school.
12:30: School again.
A formal ceremony was held in the year 12 area to dedicate the “garden of reflection”. There were speeches, we farewelled teachers who were moving on, either to other schools or to retirement. Barber played some guitar and it was quite moving. We had to head into the hall to practice for the Graduation Assembly the next day, and spent much of it walking up and down, practicing climbing onto stage and what not.. We soon finished and everyone headed off home. I waited around for Dale before climbing into the van and going home. I slept on the way, and as soon as I got home, I went to bed. I don’t even remember my head hitting the pillow.
That was pretty much how the night before muck up day and Muck up day itself unfolded for me. It was lots and lots of fun, and supplied us with memories that I am sure will never be forgotten. Its that special little feeling of being able to have fun in a huge group like that that makes you feel that the whole year was worthwhile, you leave knowing that you have made some fantastic, and surely life long friends.
Pictures are in order. I will get to them later. Right now, I have to study. Catch you all later.
Tuesday, October 21, 2003
Today was Tuesday. SURPRISE!
It brought with it many things. Including: My last maths lesson ever, my last physics lesson ever and band practice.
That was sort of sad. Especially band practice. We heard Daw sing. Hehe, Nah, He's ok.
Spinelli got locked out of her office and we had to save her. (We being me and Julia). We also had to finish (or semi finish) painting our testimonial wall for languages in room 3 (We being me and betty). Ill try and get a photo of that shit up here, tomorrow? or the next day. I dont know.
Other funny stuff happened today, We tried to get Mason into the Grad. Ball (Successfully too), the students played the teachers at basketball, and lost. (Losers).
The art kids are stressed cause they are being moderated tomorrow. And they have their exhibition (With permission I will try and sheist some photos in here as well. Ill let you know.
ALSO, a pilgramage after school caused us to buy Woolworths entire stock of balloons (More on that later)
So yes, Tomorrow is my last official day at Mercedes College. I have four real lessons. Indo, English, and Double Chem. We are also having a religion party lesson three. That might be fun. Other than that the day after (Thursday) is Muck-up (AKA Celebration) Day, which will bring with it pranks, super soakings and a bouncy castle. The Friday is our last day, Assembly it is. Then a mass. I will try and supply photos as best I can through this period. And hope you all enjoy.
I can hardly wait!!!
It brought with it many things. Including: My last maths lesson ever, my last physics lesson ever and band practice.
That was sort of sad. Especially band practice. We heard Daw sing. Hehe, Nah, He's ok.
Spinelli got locked out of her office and we had to save her. (We being me and Julia). We also had to finish (or semi finish) painting our testimonial wall for languages in room 3 (We being me and betty). Ill try and get a photo of that shit up here, tomorrow? or the next day. I dont know.
Other funny stuff happened today, We tried to get Mason into the Grad. Ball (Successfully too), the students played the teachers at basketball, and lost. (Losers).
The art kids are stressed cause they are being moderated tomorrow. And they have their exhibition (With permission I will try and sheist some photos in here as well. Ill let you know.
ALSO, a pilgramage after school caused us to buy Woolworths entire stock of balloons (More on that later)
So yes, Tomorrow is my last official day at Mercedes College. I have four real lessons. Indo, English, and Double Chem. We are also having a religion party lesson three. That might be fun. Other than that the day after (Thursday) is Muck-up (AKA Celebration) Day, which will bring with it pranks, super soakings and a bouncy castle. The Friday is our last day, Assembly it is. Then a mass. I will try and supply photos as best I can through this period. And hope you all enjoy.
I can hardly wait!!!
Sunday, October 19, 2003
Hiya kids.
I want you all to do something for me. Even if you arent studying and arent as stressed as you probably could be, maybe you have problems with friends, problems with family, or you know, you could be leaving school and heading exam-wards in three days. No matter what situation you are in, get up from your computer right now, and go do something that will take you back to childhood, and switch off for an hour or two. Even if that thing that takes you back to childhood is getting nekkid and running round your house yelling your head off. No matter what it is, you have my personal assurance that you will feel a million times better when you are done. I just made myself a whole pile of stewed apples and sat on my couch and watched TinTin. I feel much better.
Also I hijacked some photos from Betty's blog, which captures the essence of Nicola's party on Friday night. (They are also pretty cool) Enjoy.
Welcome to the twilight zone
Sam likes smoke
Tim likes beer
Nick prepares to destroy Luke and camera with a ball of pure energy Dragon Ball Z style.
Step into the light my son…
Nick and Julia. Yay.
My last Sunday night before a Monday morning of school. Yippie
I want you all to do something for me. Even if you arent studying and arent as stressed as you probably could be, maybe you have problems with friends, problems with family, or you know, you could be leaving school and heading exam-wards in three days. No matter what situation you are in, get up from your computer right now, and go do something that will take you back to childhood, and switch off for an hour or two. Even if that thing that takes you back to childhood is getting nekkid and running round your house yelling your head off. No matter what it is, you have my personal assurance that you will feel a million times better when you are done. I just made myself a whole pile of stewed apples and sat on my couch and watched TinTin. I feel much better.
Also I hijacked some photos from Betty's blog, which captures the essence of Nicola's party on Friday night. (They are also pretty cool) Enjoy.
Welcome to the twilight zone
Sam likes smoke
Tim likes beer
Nick prepares to destroy Luke and camera with a ball of pure energy Dragon Ball Z style.
Step into the light my son…
Nick and Julia. Yay.
My last Sunday night before a Monday morning of school. Yippie
Saturday, October 18, 2003
Some people really are assholes.
Now, sometimes everyone has problems meeting women, some people are embarrassed, some people just have no social skills, that’s exactly why there is a market for so much crap on the internet. One thing in particular has been brought to my attention. Now due to copyright laws, I cant actually tell you what its called, instead I will call it…
How to lose and alienate women (by being a total wanker)
(Because that’s what it does)
(Marketed as an ebook but for fear of copyright laws, I cant actually publish the title or author, you could ask me where I got it from, I might be able to point you in the right direction)
This particular ebook was brought to my attention by our good friend Luke ‘betty’ Betros, the author (who shall remain nameless lest I wind up getting charged or something)
Anyway, this guy seems to think he is an expert on women and how to meet them, and has published a 90 page manuscript to evidence this. Our author begins with 30 pages of banal drivel about state of mind, meatball psychology and generally demonstrating his complete and utter ignorance. He does make some good points though! To meet women you (and I cant quote) should 1) wear neat clothes, 2) Shower every day 3) not smell like shit.
In other words, to meet women, you have to be a human.
Good start.
Then comes more advice.
You shouldn’t be needy, clingy, whiney, argumentative, too emotional or generally a pain in the ass. Hell, that doesn’t just go for women, you would be hard pressed to find friends if you were like that. So far (its page 33) our author hasn’t done anything except state the bleeding obvious, and give some boring (and sometimes inaccurate) psychology. Anyway, he finally starts to get down to it and advises, that if you want to find women you should (paraphrased)
1) Find somewhere where guys show off for women (you know, like a gym where bulky assholes strut like they are hot shit to generally disinterested members of the opposite sex)
2) Finding a big house and filling it with expensive things so that people know how successful you are (you know, like pretentious and selfish assholes with an inflated sense of self importance do)
3) Finding somewhere you can go where females gather (Like gay bars, poetry classes and gynecologists)
4) Becoming rich and famous so women will want to be with you (Like gold diggers)
There you have it guys. That’s what you have to do. This distills down to the author’s opinions of what women are attracted to. The list is six items long, and all are pretty dodgy, but he has another point: Personality is the most important quality to attraction. We have a winner. Did anyone else NOT know that you had to have a personality to meet not only members of the opposite sex, but friends as well?
Anyway, he goes on to state that women want a challenge, and they like men when they are cocky and crass, and makes the suggestion that they are saying to themselves : this dude is pretty cock sure, he is different to the other losers that I have met, maybe I will just pay lots of attention to him and make him love me, then I will know I am good” …. Yeah, right.
Then comes more tips.
1) You should “never give a woman a straight answer unless the answer is no”
So, in other words, if the woman says “Do you want to come by my place later, you say NO, or No, you come by MY place later. And when she gets there, she will tuck you in, and read you a bedtime story for acting like a spoiled two-year-old brat. But lets face it, if your taking this guys advice, this is the closest you are going to be to getting a woman into bed.
2) If she doesn’t like something you do, Do more of it..
So if she says “I hate it when you swear” you say “you know what, I'm going to do more of it just cause you complained. In summary, if she doesn’t like something you do, be an asshole and do more of it. That will make her want to spend more time with you. Because women love assholes. Didn’t you know?
3) Never comply with a woman. Because if she asks you for something, she doesn’t really want it, what she REALLY wants is for you to be an asshole about it.
4) Never be clear in what you want. So, send mixed signals. Girls do enough of this already, and it pisses guys off. So the first thing you want to do is of course, add more confusion to the whole relationship thing.
In other words, what you women REALLY want is a man in your life who is immature, childish and arrogant. Score! I have asked around (including my very own girlfriend) and consensus is that they would rather not have to dedicate the time to dealing with a wanker like that.
So he rambles on for a few pages about nothing in particular. And then he gets to a page he has titled “How to be funny” I have news for you kids, funny cant be learnt, funny is something you are or aren’t, and even if it could be learnt, its not learnt through reading it off a page like this, containing tips such as:
Subtly abuse them and then say anyway and look away. Misinterpret, exaggerate, sustain jokes, and don’t smile. Again, these are all traits that fit into the age old code of “Treat them mean to keep them keen”. I have bad news for anyone who believes this little mantra of those with tiny penises but treating women mean is only going to attract women with self-esteem problems. So good old fashioned kindness is replaced with ending conversations early, making fun, being cocky and arrogant and acting like a bastard in general. Our guy goes on to suggest that women absolutely LOVE it when they are treated like this, and all secretly want to be treated like this. Also encouraged is the theory that “No doesn’t actually mean no” (which sounds a lot like rape to me), how to keep your house if you want to be successful, and other blah such as where to hang out if you want to meet women. Then, lo and behold, out come the pick up lines. The guy thinks he is some hot shit as he states that you should “ask for a woman opinion on a gender issue” then finally the biggest and most potent clue to how much authority you should place in his words: Mr Hot shit “I can meet any woman I want” says that the best place to meet people is online. This suggests that he is a paedofile or social reject, or both and is probably just writing this in his spare time to get off on some strange pimply little computer nerd fantasy of his. He does go on to tell you how to trick a woman into your bedroom, how to tell if she wants you or not and then, how to make her beg before you touch her.
In short how to be a complete wanker. This guy has no idea about women, or how to attract them. Even if it did work in America (which I doubt) it wouldn’t work here for the simple reason that Aussie gals take no shit like that, and most of them hate American males. The horrible thing about this is that there are people out there who are sad enough to take this to heart and believe that it works. And the irony being that there probably are a few women out there with low self esteem that it would work on, this just lets guys take advantage and its really sad. To be honest, it makes me a little bit angry, guys like that give good guys like the rest of us a bad bad name.
Well, ladies, correct me if I'm wrong but I don’t think it’s the way to go about it. I think you should just be yourself and roll with the punches. But maybe I am wrong. Please! Let me know if us guys should just be acting like complete assholes to get your attention.
That’s my rant over
Goodnight.
Now, sometimes everyone has problems meeting women, some people are embarrassed, some people just have no social skills, that’s exactly why there is a market for so much crap on the internet. One thing in particular has been brought to my attention. Now due to copyright laws, I cant actually tell you what its called, instead I will call it…
How to lose and alienate women (by being a total wanker)
(Because that’s what it does)
(Marketed as an ebook but for fear of copyright laws, I cant actually publish the title or author, you could ask me where I got it from, I might be able to point you in the right direction)
This particular ebook was brought to my attention by our good friend Luke ‘betty’ Betros, the author (who shall remain nameless lest I wind up getting charged or something)
Anyway, this guy seems to think he is an expert on women and how to meet them, and has published a 90 page manuscript to evidence this. Our author begins with 30 pages of banal drivel about state of mind, meatball psychology and generally demonstrating his complete and utter ignorance. He does make some good points though! To meet women you (and I cant quote) should 1) wear neat clothes, 2) Shower every day 3) not smell like shit.
In other words, to meet women, you have to be a human.
Good start.
Then comes more advice.
You shouldn’t be needy, clingy, whiney, argumentative, too emotional or generally a pain in the ass. Hell, that doesn’t just go for women, you would be hard pressed to find friends if you were like that. So far (its page 33) our author hasn’t done anything except state the bleeding obvious, and give some boring (and sometimes inaccurate) psychology. Anyway, he finally starts to get down to it and advises, that if you want to find women you should (paraphrased)
1) Find somewhere where guys show off for women (you know, like a gym where bulky assholes strut like they are hot shit to generally disinterested members of the opposite sex)
2) Finding a big house and filling it with expensive things so that people know how successful you are (you know, like pretentious and selfish assholes with an inflated sense of self importance do)
3) Finding somewhere you can go where females gather (Like gay bars, poetry classes and gynecologists)
4) Becoming rich and famous so women will want to be with you (Like gold diggers)
There you have it guys. That’s what you have to do. This distills down to the author’s opinions of what women are attracted to. The list is six items long, and all are pretty dodgy, but he has another point: Personality is the most important quality to attraction. We have a winner. Did anyone else NOT know that you had to have a personality to meet not only members of the opposite sex, but friends as well?
Anyway, he goes on to state that women want a challenge, and they like men when they are cocky and crass, and makes the suggestion that they are saying to themselves : this dude is pretty cock sure, he is different to the other losers that I have met, maybe I will just pay lots of attention to him and make him love me, then I will know I am good” …. Yeah, right.
Then comes more tips.
1) You should “never give a woman a straight answer unless the answer is no”
So, in other words, if the woman says “Do you want to come by my place later, you say NO, or No, you come by MY place later. And when she gets there, she will tuck you in, and read you a bedtime story for acting like a spoiled two-year-old brat. But lets face it, if your taking this guys advice, this is the closest you are going to be to getting a woman into bed.
2) If she doesn’t like something you do, Do more of it..
So if she says “I hate it when you swear” you say “you know what, I'm going to do more of it just cause you complained. In summary, if she doesn’t like something you do, be an asshole and do more of it. That will make her want to spend more time with you. Because women love assholes. Didn’t you know?
3) Never comply with a woman. Because if she asks you for something, she doesn’t really want it, what she REALLY wants is for you to be an asshole about it.
4) Never be clear in what you want. So, send mixed signals. Girls do enough of this already, and it pisses guys off. So the first thing you want to do is of course, add more confusion to the whole relationship thing.
In other words, what you women REALLY want is a man in your life who is immature, childish and arrogant. Score! I have asked around (including my very own girlfriend) and consensus is that they would rather not have to dedicate the time to dealing with a wanker like that.
So he rambles on for a few pages about nothing in particular. And then he gets to a page he has titled “How to be funny” I have news for you kids, funny cant be learnt, funny is something you are or aren’t, and even if it could be learnt, its not learnt through reading it off a page like this, containing tips such as:
Subtly abuse them and then say anyway and look away. Misinterpret, exaggerate, sustain jokes, and don’t smile. Again, these are all traits that fit into the age old code of “Treat them mean to keep them keen”. I have bad news for anyone who believes this little mantra of those with tiny penises but treating women mean is only going to attract women with self-esteem problems. So good old fashioned kindness is replaced with ending conversations early, making fun, being cocky and arrogant and acting like a bastard in general. Our guy goes on to suggest that women absolutely LOVE it when they are treated like this, and all secretly want to be treated like this. Also encouraged is the theory that “No doesn’t actually mean no” (which sounds a lot like rape to me), how to keep your house if you want to be successful, and other blah such as where to hang out if you want to meet women. Then, lo and behold, out come the pick up lines. The guy thinks he is some hot shit as he states that you should “ask for a woman opinion on a gender issue” then finally the biggest and most potent clue to how much authority you should place in his words: Mr Hot shit “I can meet any woman I want” says that the best place to meet people is online. This suggests that he is a paedofile or social reject, or both and is probably just writing this in his spare time to get off on some strange pimply little computer nerd fantasy of his. He does go on to tell you how to trick a woman into your bedroom, how to tell if she wants you or not and then, how to make her beg before you touch her.
In short how to be a complete wanker. This guy has no idea about women, or how to attract them. Even if it did work in America (which I doubt) it wouldn’t work here for the simple reason that Aussie gals take no shit like that, and most of them hate American males. The horrible thing about this is that there are people out there who are sad enough to take this to heart and believe that it works. And the irony being that there probably are a few women out there with low self esteem that it would work on, this just lets guys take advantage and its really sad. To be honest, it makes me a little bit angry, guys like that give good guys like the rest of us a bad bad name.
Well, ladies, correct me if I'm wrong but I don’t think it’s the way to go about it. I think you should just be yourself and roll with the punches. But maybe I am wrong. Please! Let me know if us guys should just be acting like complete assholes to get your attention.
That’s my rant over
Goodnight.
Hey, Its morning again! Welcome back folks.
A big hap hap happy birthday to Nicola, who is now in her 18th year after yesterday. She shares a birthday with Eminem (allegedly) and was born the day after John Mayer. Hmm, Maybe she is going to be musical. Or whiney.
So, It appeared that a party was in order. And party we did, heartily, up at the old Kelly place. Smoke machines and party lighting as well as cocktail weenies and party pies (as well as delicious brownies) made the night one to remember.
I'm a wee bit slow this morning. Not for alcohol consumption but because I'm absolutely buggered. Yesterday was our last real Friday of school ever. So the tally as far as lessons goes is:
Indo: 4 lessons remaining
Maths: 2 Lessons remaining
Physics: 3 Lessons remaining
Chem: 4 Lessons remaining
English: 3 Lessons remaining
RE: 2 Lessons remaining
Free Lessons: 2 Lessons remaining
Total: 20 lessons remaining (yes I know that three days times six lessons (3x6) are 18 but I have one lunch time lesson and one after school lesson to go.
So thats it, 20 lessons till my schooling career is over.
Except for that whole exams thing.
SO! who likes Friday five? (Possibly the shittiest ever but..)
1. Name five things in your refrigerator.
Milk, Cheese, eggs, lettuce (pronounced: Lett Toose) and apples
2. Name five things in your freezer.
Ice, Ice Cream, Steak, Sauseage rolls, potato wedges
3. Name five things under your kitchen sink.
Tupperware, Dishwashing gloves, dishwashing detergent, Dishwasher tablets (Balls) and sponges
4. Name five things around your computer.
(Right now) Speakers, CD's, Capo, Wristwatch, Mail,
5. Name five things in your medicine cabinet
Panadol, Panadine, Demazine, Nurofen, and cocktail umbrellas
yes...
A big hap hap happy birthday to Nicola, who is now in her 18th year after yesterday. She shares a birthday with Eminem (allegedly) and was born the day after John Mayer. Hmm, Maybe she is going to be musical. Or whiney.
So, It appeared that a party was in order. And party we did, heartily, up at the old Kelly place. Smoke machines and party lighting as well as cocktail weenies and party pies (as well as delicious brownies) made the night one to remember.
I'm a wee bit slow this morning. Not for alcohol consumption but because I'm absolutely buggered. Yesterday was our last real Friday of school ever. So the tally as far as lessons goes is:
Indo: 4 lessons remaining
Maths: 2 Lessons remaining
Physics: 3 Lessons remaining
Chem: 4 Lessons remaining
English: 3 Lessons remaining
RE: 2 Lessons remaining
Free Lessons: 2 Lessons remaining
Total: 20 lessons remaining (yes I know that three days times six lessons (3x6) are 18 but I have one lunch time lesson and one after school lesson to go.
So thats it, 20 lessons till my schooling career is over.
Except for that whole exams thing.
SO! who likes Friday five? (Possibly the shittiest ever but..)
1. Name five things in your refrigerator.
Milk, Cheese, eggs, lettuce (pronounced: Lett Toose) and apples
2. Name five things in your freezer.
Ice, Ice Cream, Steak, Sauseage rolls, potato wedges
3. Name five things under your kitchen sink.
Tupperware, Dishwashing gloves, dishwashing detergent, Dishwasher tablets (Balls) and sponges
4. Name five things around your computer.
(Right now) Speakers, CD's, Capo, Wristwatch, Mail,
5. Name five things in your medicine cabinet
Panadol, Panadine, Demazine, Nurofen, and cocktail umbrellas
yes...
Wednesday, October 15, 2003
Its been a big one. Graduation creeps ever closer and you can feel it all through the year level. Green forms with survey questions are presently been filled in, in preparation for the final Assembly for us. Hmm, Interesting stuff. We had dancing practice today. That was fun. At the ball we have to dance with our mother/father depending on our gender (Guys with mums girls with dads, but you knew that). I finish in less than a month now. *looks around* Scary stuff.
Back to it then.
Goodnight kids.
Back to it then.
Goodnight kids.
Monday, October 13, 2003
Mmmm mmmmmm Very nice
First day back. Not so nice really, But I figured I should work in a Peter Coombe quote somewhere. Especially considering that it is the best Peter Coombe quote ever. People should also note that I missed "Toffee Apple" from the set list, I dont exactly know where it fits in, but its down the end somewhere, possibly between Mr Clickety Cane and Spaghetti Bolognaise.
Today was eventful. Well, Not really. It was a day in school like any other, with the exception that now we have to stay until lesson 5 minimum. We also practised our song, "Closing Time" by Semisonic. We sound okish but we have to change a line so it is more relevant (and doesnt have weird alcohol references). I find the song quite exciting, because we get to stick it up certain year 11's who didnt want us to have it.
Mmmmm Mmmmm VERY nice.
Other than that, We had to sit an english unseen essay, which I found really really difficult. Mainly because I was FUCKING STARVING and partly also because the essay topics were a pile of shit. Thats right. A pile of shit.
Sigh. Oh well. There is only technically 2 weeks to go, thats 10 days, Subtract today, thats 9, Take the assembly day and muck up day, thats really only seven days. Thats right children, a measly week of school left ever. If we watched the movie in "The Ring" today, we would die... well, we would die two days before school finished because of the weekend, but thats y'know, besides the point.
But yes, Seven days.
MMMMMMMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMMMM VERRRRRRRRY NICE!
Ok, Ill stop for a little now.
Im going to do some study.
Catch you all
PS
1. Do you watch sports? If so, which ones?
Football, and not much else. I find lots of stuff boring on TV that I will watch in person
2. What/who are your favorite sports teams and/or favorite athletes?
I foolishly support the St Kilda Saints in the AFL, They havent won anything in years. Oh, And the Bloods in the SANFL, They havent won anything in 20 years.
3. Are there any sports you hate?
Uhm, Competitive swimming if it stops me from watching my previously scheduled programs
4. Have you ever been to a sports event?
Course, Everyone has. Fool
5. Do/did you play any sports (in school or other)? How long did you play?
There was tennis for a time, archery, fencing, Tee ball, I play golf when I get a chance. Meh, Not that I'm good at any of them.
First day back. Not so nice really, But I figured I should work in a Peter Coombe quote somewhere. Especially considering that it is the best Peter Coombe quote ever. People should also note that I missed "Toffee Apple" from the set list, I dont exactly know where it fits in, but its down the end somewhere, possibly between Mr Clickety Cane and Spaghetti Bolognaise.
Today was eventful. Well, Not really. It was a day in school like any other, with the exception that now we have to stay until lesson 5 minimum. We also practised our song, "Closing Time" by Semisonic. We sound okish but we have to change a line so it is more relevant (and doesnt have weird alcohol references). I find the song quite exciting, because we get to stick it up certain year 11's who didnt want us to have it.
Mmmmm Mmmmm VERY nice.
Other than that, We had to sit an english unseen essay, which I found really really difficult. Mainly because I was FUCKING STARVING and partly also because the essay topics were a pile of shit. Thats right. A pile of shit.
Sigh. Oh well. There is only technically 2 weeks to go, thats 10 days, Subtract today, thats 9, Take the assembly day and muck up day, thats really only seven days. Thats right children, a measly week of school left ever. If we watched the movie in "The Ring" today, we would die... well, we would die two days before school finished because of the weekend, but thats y'know, besides the point.
But yes, Seven days.
MMMMMMMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMMMM VERRRRRRRRY NICE!
Ok, Ill stop for a little now.
Im going to do some study.
Catch you all
PS
1. Do you watch sports? If so, which ones?
Football, and not much else. I find lots of stuff boring on TV that I will watch in person
2. What/who are your favorite sports teams and/or favorite athletes?
I foolishly support the St Kilda Saints in the AFL, They havent won anything in years. Oh, And the Bloods in the SANFL, They havent won anything in 20 years.
3. Are there any sports you hate?
Uhm, Competitive swimming if it stops me from watching my previously scheduled programs
4. Have you ever been to a sports event?
Course, Everyone has. Fool
5. Do/did you play any sports (in school or other)? How long did you play?
There was tennis for a time, archery, fencing, Tee ball, I play golf when I get a chance. Meh, Not that I'm good at any of them.
Friday, October 10, 2003
Its ok kids, I got UMAT results today, and I didnt get my interview.
Dang
Its not like I had my heart set on it anyway, I only really sat the test to see how I'd do, but getting rejection letters is never fun.
This is good for the free world though, Letterman style here comes...
10 Reasons why it is good that Nick will not become a Doctor
1) You cant operate on a living patient while drunk.
2) You have to undertake eight or more years of study and I can barely handle one.
3) I can barely cut steak, so giving me a scapel and a human body is probably not a good idea.
4) Being on call means that I can be called any hour of the day or night, and that would just be nasty (it means no late night drunken orgies)
5) Wait, You want to give me a prescription pad, and the ability to prescribe mind expanding drugs?
6) I would probably rig up one of those plastic anatomy models with the internal organs exposed on the back of my door so I could throw scalpels at it after a bad day.
7) I lose my watch/phone/keys/wallet on a daily basis, On a bad day for a doctor, someones abdomen will be playing my "Clocks" ringtone.
8) I can picture myself playing "Juggle the specimen bottle"
9) I have the kooky habit of tapping my feet often, and bouncing around if I have to stand in one spot for too long, like for example, if I was spending three hours in front of an operating table.
10) After a while I would probably become an Hawkeye Peirce/Dr Nick Rivi0era clone
Dang
Its not like I had my heart set on it anyway, I only really sat the test to see how I'd do, but getting rejection letters is never fun.
This is good for the free world though, Letterman style here comes...
10 Reasons why it is good that Nick will not become a Doctor
1) You cant operate on a living patient while drunk.
2) You have to undertake eight or more years of study and I can barely handle one.
3) I can barely cut steak, so giving me a scapel and a human body is probably not a good idea.
4) Being on call means that I can be called any hour of the day or night, and that would just be nasty (it means no late night drunken orgies)
5) Wait, You want to give me a prescription pad, and the ability to prescribe mind expanding drugs?
6) I would probably rig up one of those plastic anatomy models with the internal organs exposed on the back of my door so I could throw scalpels at it after a bad day.
7) I lose my watch/phone/keys/wallet on a daily basis, On a bad day for a doctor, someones abdomen will be playing my "Clocks" ringtone.
8) I can picture myself playing "Juggle the specimen bottle"
9) I have the kooky habit of tapping my feet often, and bouncing around if I have to stand in one spot for too long, like for example, if I was spending three hours in front of an operating table.
10) After a while I would probably become an Hawkeye Peirce/Dr Nick Rivi0era clone
Thursday, October 09, 2003
No updates for a few days. Did you guys think I was dead?
No such luck I'm afraid. Just busy.
As far as updates into my life go since we last spoke, On Tuesday I drove my folks to the Airport at 6am for their trip to Melbourne and then had maths at 9am before wasting the rest of the day doing physics. Julia visited me in the evening and we had a top quality romantic dinner of tacos. tee hee.
Wednesday morning we all had a Physics Mo' Exam (Thankyou Mrs Wong), which, I don't think I did terribly well in really. Then I spent most of the rest of the afternoon running around trying to get this present for Daw's birthday (which turned out to be a bar fridge, which we fully stocked with beer). That was my Wednesday. The night however, Was the night of Daw's 18th Birthday party at the Ballroom at Norwood. Close friends rocked up at his house for pre party drinks, at which we presented him with his.... present, as well as singing along to some golden oldies. It was about this time I partook of some of Mr. Sam Randell's first batch of home brew, and I deem it to be quite acceptable. After a few beers with the birthday boy, we headed down to the venue. Much pool was played. Dutchy and I indulged in a couple of games of the arcade classic "House of the Dead" and a good time was had by all. High point of the evening was, without a doubt, when revered childrens entertainer, Mr. Peter Coombe entered the building. After what seemed like an eternity of setting up, he got right down to it, amidst chants of "Coombey, Coombey" playing all the childrens classics. The set list, looked a little something like ... (give me a little credit here, Its been years since I have read these titles, and the order is probably screwy too. Correct me if I'm wrong)
Jack and the Beanstalk
The tadpole song (What is happening to me?)
Parcel in the post
(Some song about cats I dont know the title of. Help me out)
Happy Birthday
Happy As Larry
Spaghetti Bolognaise
Mr. Clicketty Cane
Juicy Juicy Green Grass
Newspaper Mamma
Encore:
Peter Coombe Medley (Feat. Newspaper Mamma, Juicy Juicy Green Grass, Mr. Clicketty Cane)
He said that "You are all like five year olds. Well, Five year olds after three beers". However it really is quite amazing, if you think about it, Myself, and everyone else in attendance, have probably not heard those songs in over ten years, yet as soon as he started playing them, the words just flood back. Hehehe, If I was a musician, I would get absolutely high on the fact that 18 year olds can sing the same songs back to me after 10 years. Anyway, afterwards I had a chat to him, shook his hand and got an autograph. He also signed Howie's rack, Betros's rack, and my girlfriends tummy, (She had to assure him that she was legal so he wouldnt get into trouble. Julia also claims she is never washing again).
Regardless, good fun was had by all. Afterwards, people left, and requests started flooding in for the jukebox. I left just after everyone in the place finished dancing to the Villiage People Classic "YMCA" much to Howie's delight.
Parents are back today, and I'm doing more study. It is not terribly exciting. I will keep you posted as time goes on.
Peace out to all the year 12's a' studying hard.
No such luck I'm afraid. Just busy.
As far as updates into my life go since we last spoke, On Tuesday I drove my folks to the Airport at 6am for their trip to Melbourne and then had maths at 9am before wasting the rest of the day doing physics. Julia visited me in the evening and we had a top quality romantic dinner of tacos. tee hee.
Wednesday morning we all had a Physics Mo' Exam (Thankyou Mrs Wong), which, I don't think I did terribly well in really. Then I spent most of the rest of the afternoon running around trying to get this present for Daw's birthday (which turned out to be a bar fridge, which we fully stocked with beer). That was my Wednesday. The night however, Was the night of Daw's 18th Birthday party at the Ballroom at Norwood. Close friends rocked up at his house for pre party drinks, at which we presented him with his.... present, as well as singing along to some golden oldies. It was about this time I partook of some of Mr. Sam Randell's first batch of home brew, and I deem it to be quite acceptable. After a few beers with the birthday boy, we headed down to the venue. Much pool was played. Dutchy and I indulged in a couple of games of the arcade classic "House of the Dead" and a good time was had by all. High point of the evening was, without a doubt, when revered childrens entertainer, Mr. Peter Coombe entered the building. After what seemed like an eternity of setting up, he got right down to it, amidst chants of "Coombey, Coombey" playing all the childrens classics. The set list, looked a little something like ... (give me a little credit here, Its been years since I have read these titles, and the order is probably screwy too. Correct me if I'm wrong)
Jack and the Beanstalk
The tadpole song (What is happening to me?)
Parcel in the post
(Some song about cats I dont know the title of. Help me out)
Happy Birthday
Happy As Larry
Spaghetti Bolognaise
Mr. Clicketty Cane
Juicy Juicy Green Grass
Newspaper Mamma
Encore:
Peter Coombe Medley (Feat. Newspaper Mamma, Juicy Juicy Green Grass, Mr. Clicketty Cane)
He said that "You are all like five year olds. Well, Five year olds after three beers". However it really is quite amazing, if you think about it, Myself, and everyone else in attendance, have probably not heard those songs in over ten years, yet as soon as he started playing them, the words just flood back. Hehehe, If I was a musician, I would get absolutely high on the fact that 18 year olds can sing the same songs back to me after 10 years. Anyway, afterwards I had a chat to him, shook his hand and got an autograph. He also signed Howie's rack, Betros's rack, and my girlfriends tummy, (She had to assure him that she was legal so he wouldnt get into trouble. Julia also claims she is never washing again).
Regardless, good fun was had by all. Afterwards, people left, and requests started flooding in for the jukebox. I left just after everyone in the place finished dancing to the Villiage People Classic "YMCA" much to Howie's delight.
Parents are back today, and I'm doing more study. It is not terribly exciting. I will keep you posted as time goes on.
Peace out to all the year 12's a' studying hard.
Monday, October 06, 2003
Who out there is looking forward to the upcoming Half Life 2?
I know I am, I was hooked after I played the original five years ago. And I also know that there are a lot of people out there who are also waiting for this, our blogger mate Betros is practically keeping a vigil until it comes out.
But it has been delayed.
Does anyone want to know why?
because, some PIMPLY LITTLE, LIMP WRISTED, ASS FUCKING, FUCK STUMP decided that because he spent too much time tugging his tiny little pin dick and too little time working, that he couldnt afford to buy the game, and couldnt be fucked waiting for its release, that he should be a complete COCK KNOCKER and hack the source code, steal it, and release it onto the internet.
For the computing n00bs out there, the source code is the code at the heart of the game which makes the thing run, contains things like the physics engine (which determines the parameters of the game environment), sound etc etc. Basically, it makes the game work, and has all the special stuff about the game in it.
So, In other words, this limp dick has stolen the heart of Half Life 2 and put it on the internet.
Now, If you were a programmer at Valve (who created the game) and had spent five long hard years working your little ass off on making the most kick ass game in ages, you would be understandably pissed off that some little turd did this at this stage. Moreso, the release date was in September, and now, due to this, it has been put back until after Christmas.
This makes me really really angry, because you just know that the guy who did it really thought he was hot shit, being able to hack into Valve, and now all he has done is make lots and lots of people pissed off at him, and set the release date back for the rest of us making us wait longer.
Its infuriating.
You can find a full story here
Please, support Valve in this, if you happen to find any links to download or the like, dont follow them, buy the game when it is released.
I know I am, I was hooked after I played the original five years ago. And I also know that there are a lot of people out there who are also waiting for this, our blogger mate Betros is practically keeping a vigil until it comes out.
But it has been delayed.
Does anyone want to know why?
because, some PIMPLY LITTLE, LIMP WRISTED, ASS FUCKING, FUCK STUMP decided that because he spent too much time tugging his tiny little pin dick and too little time working, that he couldnt afford to buy the game, and couldnt be fucked waiting for its release, that he should be a complete COCK KNOCKER and hack the source code, steal it, and release it onto the internet.
For the computing n00bs out there, the source code is the code at the heart of the game which makes the thing run, contains things like the physics engine (which determines the parameters of the game environment), sound etc etc. Basically, it makes the game work, and has all the special stuff about the game in it.
So, In other words, this limp dick has stolen the heart of Half Life 2 and put it on the internet.
Now, If you were a programmer at Valve (who created the game) and had spent five long hard years working your little ass off on making the most kick ass game in ages, you would be understandably pissed off that some little turd did this at this stage. Moreso, the release date was in September, and now, due to this, it has been put back until after Christmas.
This makes me really really angry, because you just know that the guy who did it really thought he was hot shit, being able to hack into Valve, and now all he has done is make lots and lots of people pissed off at him, and set the release date back for the rest of us making us wait longer.
Its infuriating.
You can find a full story here
Please, support Valve in this, if you happen to find any links to download or the like, dont follow them, buy the game when it is released.
Sunday, October 05, 2003
Today I paid good money to go to the SANFL grand final and watch my team be brutally ass raped by Centrals. I am now wearing a black arm band and am sniffling my way through the night.
Also, Would anyone out there think any less of me if I were to admit that I like the movie "Notting Hill"?
I hope not.
Also, Would anyone out there think any less of me if I were to admit that I like the movie "Notting Hill"?
I hope not.
Saturday, October 04, 2003
Consumer product report: Nokia 8250
Features:
-Bright ass blue light which burns your retina.
-Loud message alert tone and violent vibrate alert which makes recieving late night messages lots of fun.
-Gay stock standard Nokia Startup screen
-Even gayer Foot style screen saver.
-Tiny keypad which makes typing drunken phone messages a challenge worthy of any Nano technologist
-Phone dictionary which does not contain VITAL words such as fuck, fuckedy, shoe, bitch and other vital expressions. Also will always insert "of" instead of "me" and "he" instead of "if" or vice versa making for very entertaining messages such as "Meet of at 12. He you cant get there, fuck it".
-Specialised "Shrapnel" phone shock protection to ensure that when dropped, the phone will safely shatter into several different pieces, including battery, battery cover and phone body, and said pieces will scatter themselves over the largest possible area, making it irritating if your phone is dropped in a public place such as a supermarket and even more irritating if you drop it when you are drunk.
Conclusion: Quality piece of technology. Buy more than one because they are just SO good.
Features:
-Bright ass blue light which burns your retina.
-Loud message alert tone and violent vibrate alert which makes recieving late night messages lots of fun.
-Gay stock standard Nokia Startup screen
-Even gayer Foot style screen saver.
-Tiny keypad which makes typing drunken phone messages a challenge worthy of any Nano technologist
-Phone dictionary which does not contain VITAL words such as fuck, fuckedy, shoe, bitch and other vital expressions. Also will always insert "of" instead of "me" and "he" instead of "if" or vice versa making for very entertaining messages such as "Meet of at 12. He you cant get there, fuck it".
-Specialised "Shrapnel" phone shock protection to ensure that when dropped, the phone will safely shatter into several different pieces, including battery, battery cover and phone body, and said pieces will scatter themselves over the largest possible area, making it irritating if your phone is dropped in a public place such as a supermarket and even more irritating if you drop it when you are drunk.
Conclusion: Quality piece of technology. Buy more than one because they are just SO good.
Ok, I have been promising it, and you have all been waiting with baited breath. So here it is. At long last.
The Melbourne Experience: Day two.
So we woke up to the sound of pouring rain. Which was a downer, because we had no shelter after 11 when we checked out, and it was currently 10. Daw and I got up and cleaned the room and shit, having showers and trying to make it look like the hotel room hadn’t been trashed. We did however leave the beds unmade; those housekeeping staff have to earn their pay somehow. Anyway, at eleven, we checked out. Mercifully the rain had stopped and we were able to walk around without getting soaked. Our first order of business was getting another frigging tram pass for the day, so we had to pay a visit to a nearby 7-11 (after putting our lives on the line to cross the Barkly Street intersection, (which has about 4 major roads intersecting with sliplanes and turning lanes everywhere and a single pedestrian crossing). We eventually made it over, and bought our passes from some strange hippie guy who wouldn’t give us student discount because we didn’t have the special Melbourne concession card (It was also at this point I saw “Death: The ultimate orgasm?” and other customers thought it weird me taking photos). Both Daw and I were pretty slow at this point, so we shuffled our way to the tram interchange and hopped it into town. This time there were no strange old ladies hitting on us, and our tram ride was virtually uneventful. We did however both feel like shit, so we rode mostly in silence. Arriving back in town we decided the best place to have breakfast would be “Jack Hungries” (to steal the words of Mr. Williams). So, Bacon Double cheeseburgers for breakfast set us up nicely for the rest of our day. After loitering in a corner of Hungries for a while, we decided how best to attack the rest of the day. We decided that grabbing a movie would be the fastest way to kill a few hours before we had to jump the bus to get out. This gives us problem number 1: How to find a cinema. Fortunately Daw had seen a Village Cinema on our way in, not too far away from where we now sat, so we decided to mosey on out to have a look. Unfortunately, when we arrived, there was nothing playing (literally nothing, Finding Nemo, some art house thing and the Lizzie Macguire movie). This gave us problem number 2: How to find a cinema that was playing a good movie in a city we were both unfamiliar with. We came to the conclusion that the best way to accomplish this was to look in the paper, but being the cheapskates that we are, we decided that we should try and get it gratis instead of paying for it. Solution: Starbucks! We wandered back in and tried to find the entertainment section in one of the abandoned newspapers without any luck. I ordered a coffee and we wandered upstairs to collapse in some of the comfy chairs. Eventually we gave up and just BOUGHT a fucking paper and worked it all out that way. After minutes of comparing Cinema locations with maps and tram schedules we decided that the best cinema was on chapel street and to get there, we would need to catch a couple of trams and probably use shanks pony to get the rest of the way. So we wandered out of Starbucks, and down the street towards the Flinders street interchange to hop a tram. But when we got there we decided, “Fuck it, lets just walk a little further”, So we wandered up the street a little more until we got to a tram stop crowded with football supporters. Given that today was grand final day, we concluded that we would be fools if we were in Melbourne on grand final day and did not go to the MCG, even if it was just to soak up some atmosphere. So we got on the tram (which was the first SPACE AGE tram we had ridden the entire trip, coincidently, the driver was fucking chinase, and sat behind the controls like he was piloting some sort of space craft). Anyway, we got to the G and wandered around for a bit, laughing at Collingwood supporters standing around outside with hand scrawled signs saying “Need 3 Tickets: Will do anything”. It was quite humorous and many a joke was made. After a brief interlude where SMS messages were passed between me and Julia and Daw and his family, we wandered further on towards Bridge road to see if there were any clothes or anything that needed buying. So we browsed for a bit, and there wasn’t anything so we moved on. While we were in the propaganda T-shirt shop laughing at humorous T-shirts and watching the football, we got a call from the girls (yes THOSE girls, Libbi and Mykiela) and resolved to walk along Bridge road until we ran into them, which we did, and quite successfully too. Having met up with them, we decided that we would have a late lunch (at 3pm) of wedges with Chilli and Guacamole in some dodgy little excuse for a café. Anyway, lunch aside we made our way to the movies. The girls by cab, Daw and I by tram. A short tram ride later, we arrived at the “Jam Factory” which is some form of crazy shopping complex with cinemas upstairs. We bought our tickets to “Pirates of the Caribbean and made our way inside. We sat down, only to receive dirty looks from other patrons, which is about when we realised that this cinema maintains the old tradition of having set seats (Which, lets face it is a pain in the ass, especially when the cinema is practically deserted and you are relegated to dodgy seats somewhere). That little problem sorted we sat down for a couple of hours of piratey action! Arrrgh! You fight like a dairy farmer! I’m Guybrush Threepwood! Mighty Pirate! Ok, not as exciting as that, but there was much cool swashbuckling and skeletonised pirates even if there were some gaping plot holes. But who lets plot holes get in the way of a good movie nowadays? Not many people. Anyway, once the movie was done, and I desperately wanted a cutlass to go and swash and buckle some people, we wandered down into the Virgin megastore to look at some good music and DVD’s. That done, the girls and us parted ways, and Daw and I decided to find some place to get some food. So we walked back up Chapel Street until we got to a tram stop which would get us back to where we needed to go. We waited for a bit until a couple of guys (who were obviously really really paro) came up to us. One of them plucked a leaf off of the green leafy bush behind the tram stop and turned to us.
”You know, this plant is eatable. Its full of vitamins and nutrients it is low in cholesterol and is just generally good for you” He slurred drunkedly. He then attempted to get us to eat some, unsuccessfully. He then proceeded in some strange drunk talk. The highlights being
His views on Australian cities:
“Old Melbourne town is fucking awesome. Adelaide is little and gay. Sydney, Sydney has too many fags. I mean, Melbourne has its fair share of fags, but Sydney just has far far too many. You aren’t a fag are you? I wouldn’t want to be bagging you to your faces.
His views on eating out:
“Noone should ever go to restaurants, you know where everyone should go? Working class pubs. That’s where we are going now. To a working class pub. Good food at them working class pubs. Ten dollars buys you a good round counter meal. Fantastic. Working class pubs.
His views on Italian people:
“Lots of wogs in Adelaide? Yeah, There are as many wogs in Adelaide as there are fags in Sydney. I fucking hate them wogs. You guys ever killed a wog? No? I have, With an ice pick. Through the face. He bled like a mother fucker. I hate wogs.”
His views on complex calculus:
“Read this book (I missed the title) by this guy (I missed his name). He is a fucking genius. He’s brilliant and makes calculus fun, but make sure it’s the 8th edition because the 7th edition is a hunk of crap.”
So yes, those guys were very very scary. So we eventually lost them and got back to the corner of Bridge Road. We ran for the tram, but missed it, so rather than waiting for the next one, we decided to walk it, all the way along Bridge road, back into the city. We did so, and it was exciting because we got to see all the drunken and morose Collingwood supporters, the best of which being the guy who said “Come on fellas we’re barracking for the Bombers now (starts singing Bombers Club song)” and all the drunken celebrating Brisbane supporters. It made for an interesting walk, and we arrived back in town just as the tram we would have caught pulled up. We decided on Macca’s for dinner and wandered into the packed Flinders street outlet, where an argument between football supporters was again taking place. We sat and ate, and then quickly moved on as a Collingwood supporter leered drunkedly at a Brisbane counterpart. We started walking again, laughing some more at Football supporters having arguments across the busy streets, screaming at the top of their lungs. As we walked we also counted the 7-11’s and counted 8 before we reached the bus station. We arrived a little early, so we sat in the Kentucky fried furniture and waited for our bus to leave. This time it wasn’t as good a trip as we had seats in row six, and I had a fat fat grandma behind me who wouldn’t let me put my seat back because she was too fat. It was cramped and uncomfortable, and I think I got deep vein thrombosis. But anyway, that was the end of the epic Melbourne adventure. We got home at about 6:30 the next morning and I went home and went to bed for several hours.
End of story.
The Melbourne Experience: Day two.
So we woke up to the sound of pouring rain. Which was a downer, because we had no shelter after 11 when we checked out, and it was currently 10. Daw and I got up and cleaned the room and shit, having showers and trying to make it look like the hotel room hadn’t been trashed. We did however leave the beds unmade; those housekeeping staff have to earn their pay somehow. Anyway, at eleven, we checked out. Mercifully the rain had stopped and we were able to walk around without getting soaked. Our first order of business was getting another frigging tram pass for the day, so we had to pay a visit to a nearby 7-11 (after putting our lives on the line to cross the Barkly Street intersection, (which has about 4 major roads intersecting with sliplanes and turning lanes everywhere and a single pedestrian crossing). We eventually made it over, and bought our passes from some strange hippie guy who wouldn’t give us student discount because we didn’t have the special Melbourne concession card (It was also at this point I saw “Death: The ultimate orgasm?” and other customers thought it weird me taking photos). Both Daw and I were pretty slow at this point, so we shuffled our way to the tram interchange and hopped it into town. This time there were no strange old ladies hitting on us, and our tram ride was virtually uneventful. We did however both feel like shit, so we rode mostly in silence. Arriving back in town we decided the best place to have breakfast would be “Jack Hungries” (to steal the words of Mr. Williams). So, Bacon Double cheeseburgers for breakfast set us up nicely for the rest of our day. After loitering in a corner of Hungries for a while, we decided how best to attack the rest of the day. We decided that grabbing a movie would be the fastest way to kill a few hours before we had to jump the bus to get out. This gives us problem number 1: How to find a cinema. Fortunately Daw had seen a Village Cinema on our way in, not too far away from where we now sat, so we decided to mosey on out to have a look. Unfortunately, when we arrived, there was nothing playing (literally nothing, Finding Nemo, some art house thing and the Lizzie Macguire movie). This gave us problem number 2: How to find a cinema that was playing a good movie in a city we were both unfamiliar with. We came to the conclusion that the best way to accomplish this was to look in the paper, but being the cheapskates that we are, we decided that we should try and get it gratis instead of paying for it. Solution: Starbucks! We wandered back in and tried to find the entertainment section in one of the abandoned newspapers without any luck. I ordered a coffee and we wandered upstairs to collapse in some of the comfy chairs. Eventually we gave up and just BOUGHT a fucking paper and worked it all out that way. After minutes of comparing Cinema locations with maps and tram schedules we decided that the best cinema was on chapel street and to get there, we would need to catch a couple of trams and probably use shanks pony to get the rest of the way. So we wandered out of Starbucks, and down the street towards the Flinders street interchange to hop a tram. But when we got there we decided, “Fuck it, lets just walk a little further”, So we wandered up the street a little more until we got to a tram stop crowded with football supporters. Given that today was grand final day, we concluded that we would be fools if we were in Melbourne on grand final day and did not go to the MCG, even if it was just to soak up some atmosphere. So we got on the tram (which was the first SPACE AGE tram we had ridden the entire trip, coincidently, the driver was fucking chinase, and sat behind the controls like he was piloting some sort of space craft). Anyway, we got to the G and wandered around for a bit, laughing at Collingwood supporters standing around outside with hand scrawled signs saying “Need 3 Tickets: Will do anything”. It was quite humorous and many a joke was made. After a brief interlude where SMS messages were passed between me and Julia and Daw and his family, we wandered further on towards Bridge road to see if there were any clothes or anything that needed buying. So we browsed for a bit, and there wasn’t anything so we moved on. While we were in the propaganda T-shirt shop laughing at humorous T-shirts and watching the football, we got a call from the girls (yes THOSE girls, Libbi and Mykiela) and resolved to walk along Bridge road until we ran into them, which we did, and quite successfully too. Having met up with them, we decided that we would have a late lunch (at 3pm) of wedges with Chilli and Guacamole in some dodgy little excuse for a café. Anyway, lunch aside we made our way to the movies. The girls by cab, Daw and I by tram. A short tram ride later, we arrived at the “Jam Factory” which is some form of crazy shopping complex with cinemas upstairs. We bought our tickets to “Pirates of the Caribbean and made our way inside. We sat down, only to receive dirty looks from other patrons, which is about when we realised that this cinema maintains the old tradition of having set seats (Which, lets face it is a pain in the ass, especially when the cinema is practically deserted and you are relegated to dodgy seats somewhere). That little problem sorted we sat down for a couple of hours of piratey action! Arrrgh! You fight like a dairy farmer! I’m Guybrush Threepwood! Mighty Pirate! Ok, not as exciting as that, but there was much cool swashbuckling and skeletonised pirates even if there were some gaping plot holes. But who lets plot holes get in the way of a good movie nowadays? Not many people. Anyway, once the movie was done, and I desperately wanted a cutlass to go and swash and buckle some people, we wandered down into the Virgin megastore to look at some good music and DVD’s. That done, the girls and us parted ways, and Daw and I decided to find some place to get some food. So we walked back up Chapel Street until we got to a tram stop which would get us back to where we needed to go. We waited for a bit until a couple of guys (who were obviously really really paro) came up to us. One of them plucked a leaf off of the green leafy bush behind the tram stop and turned to us.
”You know, this plant is eatable. Its full of vitamins and nutrients it is low in cholesterol and is just generally good for you” He slurred drunkedly. He then attempted to get us to eat some, unsuccessfully. He then proceeded in some strange drunk talk. The highlights being
His views on Australian cities:
“Old Melbourne town is fucking awesome. Adelaide is little and gay. Sydney, Sydney has too many fags. I mean, Melbourne has its fair share of fags, but Sydney just has far far too many. You aren’t a fag are you? I wouldn’t want to be bagging you to your faces.
His views on eating out:
“Noone should ever go to restaurants, you know where everyone should go? Working class pubs. That’s where we are going now. To a working class pub. Good food at them working class pubs. Ten dollars buys you a good round counter meal. Fantastic. Working class pubs.
His views on Italian people:
“Lots of wogs in Adelaide? Yeah, There are as many wogs in Adelaide as there are fags in Sydney. I fucking hate them wogs. You guys ever killed a wog? No? I have, With an ice pick. Through the face. He bled like a mother fucker. I hate wogs.”
His views on complex calculus:
“Read this book (I missed the title) by this guy (I missed his name). He is a fucking genius. He’s brilliant and makes calculus fun, but make sure it’s the 8th edition because the 7th edition is a hunk of crap.”
So yes, those guys were very very scary. So we eventually lost them and got back to the corner of Bridge Road. We ran for the tram, but missed it, so rather than waiting for the next one, we decided to walk it, all the way along Bridge road, back into the city. We did so, and it was exciting because we got to see all the drunken and morose Collingwood supporters, the best of which being the guy who said “Come on fellas we’re barracking for the Bombers now (starts singing Bombers Club song)” and all the drunken celebrating Brisbane supporters. It made for an interesting walk, and we arrived back in town just as the tram we would have caught pulled up. We decided on Macca’s for dinner and wandered into the packed Flinders street outlet, where an argument between football supporters was again taking place. We sat and ate, and then quickly moved on as a Collingwood supporter leered drunkedly at a Brisbane counterpart. We started walking again, laughing some more at Football supporters having arguments across the busy streets, screaming at the top of their lungs. As we walked we also counted the 7-11’s and counted 8 before we reached the bus station. We arrived a little early, so we sat in the Kentucky fried furniture and waited for our bus to leave. This time it wasn’t as good a trip as we had seats in row six, and I had a fat fat grandma behind me who wouldn’t let me put my seat back because she was too fat. It was cramped and uncomfortable, and I think I got deep vein thrombosis. But anyway, that was the end of the epic Melbourne adventure. We got home at about 6:30 the next morning and I went home and went to bed for several hours.
End of story.
I keep getting hassled by people to update my blog, yet they dont seem to realise that I actually have some sort of life outside of this internet world and consequently, have little time to sit infront of the screen and constantly update with every little detail of my day.
My wit and humour do have limits! I can't be witty and humourous all the time! (some would argue at all) I have exams to study for! I have a family! If I updated whenever people wanted me too my lovely girlfriend would forget what I looked like!
You people are animals.
Well, No. I lied. I love each and every one of you.
Does anyone else think Jamie Olivers speech impediment is just a little bit irritating? And that he swears too much for a smiling TV chef? And what is the deal! Chicks get to see him in the kitchen and supposedly get turned on (People claim he is a sex symbol) but us guys crap out with having the two fat ladies!
What a world, what a world.
My wit and humour do have limits! I can't be witty and humourous all the time! (some would argue at all) I have exams to study for! I have a family! If I updated whenever people wanted me too my lovely girlfriend would forget what I looked like!
You people are animals.
Well, No. I lied. I love each and every one of you.
Does anyone else think Jamie Olivers speech impediment is just a little bit irritating? And that he swears too much for a smiling TV chef? And what is the deal! Chicks get to see him in the kitchen and supposedly get turned on (People claim he is a sex symbol) but us guys crap out with having the two fat ladies!
What a world, what a world.
Friday, October 03, 2003
Well, yes, Due to things like study and so on, Melbourne Day Two has been unavoidably delayed, But I promise I will get around to finishing it soon enough.
Instead, Ill give you the Friday Five on an actual friday for a change.
1. What vehicle do you drive?
Its a Holden Commodore, Its red.
2. How long have you had it?
Its not technically mine, but it has been in the family since '94, So almost 10 years, but I have been driving it for a year and a bit.
3. What is the coolest feature on your vehicle?
Uhm, I dont know, Possibly the detachable windscreen wiper knob. The whole car is really a hunk of crap. But it does have drive and Overdrive as separate gears instead of just a button on the gearshift. Thats kind of fun
4. What is the most annoying thing about your vehicle?
The hunk of crapness. And the fact that it is stallable. Thats right, Its an automatic that regularly stalls.
5. If money were no object, what vehicle would you be driving right now?
Probably a Shelby Mustang GT500. I love that car.
Instead, Ill give you the Friday Five on an actual friday for a change.
1. What vehicle do you drive?
Its a Holden Commodore, Its red.
2. How long have you had it?
Its not technically mine, but it has been in the family since '94, So almost 10 years, but I have been driving it for a year and a bit.
3. What is the coolest feature on your vehicle?
Uhm, I dont know, Possibly the detachable windscreen wiper knob. The whole car is really a hunk of crap. But it does have drive and Overdrive as separate gears instead of just a button on the gearshift. Thats kind of fun
4. What is the most annoying thing about your vehicle?
The hunk of crapness. And the fact that it is stallable. Thats right, Its an automatic that regularly stalls.
5. If money were no object, what vehicle would you be driving right now?
Probably a Shelby Mustang GT500. I love that car.