I am really tired

I worked til 9.30 last night, woke up at 4 am after 3 1/2 hours sleep, worked 5 til 1.30.

It is New Years Eve, I don't know if I'll survive the night.

Add into this equation, 1 5L keg of Heiniken and a 4 pack of CC and dry.

Will this equate to good finger licking fun.

Tell you tomorrow.

Wristbands? Do they really make you look hardcore?

Okay I have a confession to make. Over the past few months I have become obsessed with wristbands. Don't ask me why but I think they look good. Now I'm not the sort of person who would buy millions of them and put them all the way up my arm so that my skin is unable to breath. I think one on each arm looks good and I don't know why.

Now I like the bigger type wristbands to the little thin ones, again I do not know why however I assure you I am not trying to imitate Ryan off of the O.C. Although he does look quite hardcore. I guess this is the image I am trying to portray even though I know no matter how many wristbands I have I will never be that hardcore, let's face it I'm just too nice.

Now it became apparant to me last night at the midnight sales that I might have some sort of addiction because everywhere I went I was looking at them. Luckily I was able to restrain myself from buying any of them.

Now I know a lot of my mates wear arm bands e.g. the small thin ones however I am really the only one who has gone to the next level and wears the thicker ones. I mean lets look at Lucas he has got some nice armbands that he bought off the net. Although they say things like I am a Jedi and sith lord (a little bit nerdy mate but I can appreciate them) they still look good.

This leads me to my next question, Do arm bands increase your chances of macking chicks? Well what do you think, they make a guy look hardcore, and girls seem to like guys who accessorise. I mean I am not using armbands to pick up girls because I have already got mine but for those of you who don't do you think it could increase your chances. Does such a small piece of leather/rubber draw the attention of every female in the room towards you? My answer would be no, but it may just have something to do with your chances. I am not saying that if you flash an armband at a girl they will fall weak at the knees and want you in a second, however a lot of girls do watch the O.C and love ryan so if you have one on they might see a connection and settle with you. Interesting thought.

Christmas over already, only 365 days to go til next year

Well there it is, another christmas come and gone in a flash and what have I got to show for it. Well let me see over the past two days I have indulged in many the christmas food including, chicken, christmas ham, pudding, crab, prawns, and other christmas treats. Not to mention an enormous amount of chocolates and lollies.

The present list for me this year looked a bit like this,

• Two T shirts, one a Ben Sherman, the other an Elwood
• A huge straw Ripcurl hat for beach and cricket wear
• A nice pair of cotton boxershorts for sleepwear
• A Jag toiletary bag made from leather (nice one)
• An anchor puzzle game (the aim is to get the anchor off the other one, in reality it is easier to get the anchor off than to put it back on to do again)
• A Golf punk belt
• A combination lock (this is for when I go away along with half of the other stuff I got)
• A white Billabong wristband
• One of those lightning balls (the cool thing is it reacts to sound, Doof, doof, doof)
• And probably my favourite present for this year, The complete Black Books DVD set (fucking hilarious)

Christmas day was spent with my family and we had a nice lunch at my aunties house. We then went up to haileys house for dinner where we had a seafood extravaganza. Prawns and crab very nice. We also had a lot of lollies and chocolates and I got a christmas stocking for the first time in years (made me feel young again). The night was spent watching Carl Baron, Seinfield and Black Books DVD's.

Overall it was a good christmas and time well spent with the family.

Christmas Eve, are you listening?

Twas the night before christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

Well I won't be stirring having worked an 11 hour shift at woolworths today. I must say although I have worked my arse off this week it has been very good because I have earnt a fuck load of money. Around 423 dollars from woolworths and 78 from OHSC for a grand total of about 510 dollars. Not bad at all. This money will of course be spent while in the Gold Coast. And once I get my 120 back from Lucas (still waiting mate) and 340 back from Hails (this will probably never happen) I will have a bit of money to spend while I'm over there.

This christmas eve I believe I will stay at home watch some christmas movies and play some x box before going to sleep for a good 10 hours. Tomorrow will be full of eating good food, drinking and getting lot's of pressies.

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night (i.e. make sure you get fucked up at some stage).

Do you ever feel under appreciated

Well for the last few days I have been working at my favourite place to be, you guessed it woolworths. Now I am very used to the big christmas week because this is my 4th one working at woolworths. It is a week where management decide to blow their budget and put on all the staff for every single day (this could be over exagerating). Anyhow I got my hours the other week and managed to score a shift in the Deli yesterday. Now I don't mind working in the Deli and have done many shifts over the years however they really didn't need me in there and I was constantly asking for something to do. This really shits me because I hate having to ask for something to do because it makes me look like an amatuer who slacks off which is hardly the case.

Anyway one of my many jobs was to clean out the drains which for those of you who have ever done it is less than a pleasant job. Especially when it is the deli drains that you are cleaning. There is a mixture of cold meats, seafood, cheese and olives in there as well as all those smells put together after being sitting in there for a good few weeks with hot water rushing over it everday. The smell you get pretty much replicates what comes out of your arse. It also looks pretty much the same. I didn't complain about doing this however because I am prepared to do my days work.

I also worked 3 hours today which involved me packing, cleaning and marking down stock. This is pretty normal in the bakehouse. I have two closes on Thursday and Friday night and then the whole day on Christmas eve which is going to be nuts. Why because it is on a Saturday and we close at 5pm.

I haven't really done much else on my holidays apart from hanging out with Hails and the boys from time to time. Hopefully over christmas and new years the good times will pick up.

I bought some really good CD's the other day including John Mayer Trio - Try, Dave Matthews Band - live at red rocks, Pendulum - hold your colour, and one of my favourite bands at the moment Wolfmother. For those of you who are thinking about buying Wolfmothers CD I strongly recommend it because it is surprisingly good.

I went to carols on Sunday night with Hails and her brothers, sam and emma, borgas and a few others. It was okay however I am not really into the whole going and singing christmas carols thing. I think I spent more time looking at my candle rather than the stage. The fireworks were good though. There was also someone dressed up as a dolphin on stage however I wouldn't have picked it up unless they had told us it was a dolphin (I thought it was some sort of disfigured rabbit, a cheap copy of bugs).

Work til it hurts

I worked an 11 hour day today and my was it a lot of fun. The christmas season is here and do you know where evreyone is, at woolworths getting their so called christmas specials which in reality is crap that is drastically over priced. It was a day full of baking and marking things down much like any other shift. I am just glad that I don't have to work tomorrow, hehe all the managers are being forced to work, hahahaha.

I also found out my hours for next week and they involve me working 8 - 5 on monday, 11 - 2 on tuesday, 6 - 9.30 on wednesday, thursday and friday and then saturday again 6.30 - 5.30. All in all these are some good hours because I really need to earn some money. I also got a call from OHSC and am working wednesday morning 9 - 1. I would prefer to work more shifts at OHSC because it is so much easier than working at woolies.

The past few days have been relaxing though, I have managed to get all my christmas shopping done without having to go through hell and back during the christmas rush. I also enjoyed sitting on my arse and playing some x box. I have started playing KOTOR 2 again as an evil, evil person and it is lots of fun. I get to abuse and kill people with my lightsaber and choke them to death, what could be more fun.

So for the next week when I am not working my arse off I will be playing x box and sleeping.

Living it up in the wonderful world of holidays

Well so far my holidays are everything I was expecting and waitinf for the whole time I was at Tafe.

After finishing Tafe on Tuesday I proceeded out to dinner with Hails and then off to the ed with some of her friends, borgas, paul and danny who we picked up later. The ed was surprisingly busy which I hate because it means that I have to squeeze my way through crowds of people in order to move 5 metres in one direction. There was also a line as we were leaving which curved around following the wall in the beer garden (fucking ridiculous).

We proceeded to the Tap Inn, and this place rocked my world. For starters this place is huge and the whole theme revolves around Tap, e.g. tap dancing, taps (where water comes out) and tapping as in golf. The place has its own indoor driving range which is awesome and after a few hits I was starting to drive the ball pretty good. Borgas on the other hand was an absolute machine with precise hitting evertime (even the guy next to us was blowing his load over how good young borgas was hitting the ball). The night ended with pizza at Australia's pizza house.

I awoke then next morning to go christmas shopping with young samuel, but not before going to the doctor to get my antibiotics for the chest infection I am sure I have. This means I will be unable to get completely paro until next Wednesday, NOOOOOO. Anyway after shopping we went to seans for a swim and then organised our poker tourney. We had 10 players on two tables and it was good fun. I bet big early and came close to being out however when burrows decided to push me I cleaned him up and got back in the game. I got down to the final table with myself, daw, nick, timmy and surprisingly tristan. I didn't have much when this table was formed and was being threatened to be the first out. Timmy was the first to go and I was close behind. I then got some good hands and proceeded to take all of nicks chips and then seans chips. So it was down to me and Daw with me having a good advantage over him with my huge piles of chips. We came to one big hand and we both bet a lot of money. I ended up losing this hand to daws 10 to Ace straight when I had a pair of Aces. This turned the tide of the game and daw eventually bet me out to his credit. It was a good game in all and I was surprised to make it to the final two (if it had been survivour I would have at least got 100,000 grand)

There are many good times ahead I feel and this is only the start of some holiday antics. Once the antibiotics are done I will be going out and getting fucked a lot more.

What's that? I passed. Well thankyou, now I don't have to rip your head off

That is right people I have officially passed everything for this unit of my course and could not be happier. I am now officially on holidays and am looking forward to some much earned relaxation.

I walked into the room today to present my work to the two lecturers who were assessing them and they spent 15 minutes flicking through the work that I have spent about a hundred hours on. They just flicked through it asked me a couple of questions and said goodbye, you've passed.

Now I was expecting to go in there and get absolutley arse raped by these two teachers shoving questions and asking me why I had done such a crap job. To my surprise they were more interested in what I was doing during my holidays and one the the teachers spent 20 minutes talking about her trip to the Gold Coast, what is with that, hello you are suppost to be assessing my pile crap that I have laged into Tafe from my home 15 km away.

Anyway I am not complaining and I am happy that I didn't go overboard on my work like some other people only to have them look at two pages and say, you passed.

Now that holidays are finally here I am going to sit on my arse and do fuck all. I'll play some x box and drink some alocohol and sing and be merry over the Christmas break.

I am so relieved right now and if anyone wants to do anything any time give me a buzz and I will be happy to comply.

I am covered in piles of paper, ARRRGGGGHHHH

Okay it is 11.20pm and finally I have finished all the work that I have to hand up for my PR10 assignment which involved me planning for two 3 day plans at a childcare centre.

Now the plans went fine however the evaluating and referencing of all this shit is an absolute joke. I have to go to a meeting tommorrow at 12.30 to present my fat folder of crap and try to make some sort of sense out of it. I don't know how I am going to do this.

Now I have put a lot of work into this assignment (lets say the past 10 weeks) and I am going to be really pissed off if they tell me to go home and fix something.

But you know what, after tomorrow I am officially on holidays and I will be going out to celebrate. I am so looking forward to some time off because my brain is about to explode.

I don't give a fuck about any of my assignments anymore and I hope that TAFE burns to the ground really soon. I have 6 months left of my course (providing I pass this assignment and the next two) and then I am free from nagging housewife bitch that is Tafe. Thank the bloody lord.

So now I am going to bed to get some much deserved rest before going to meet the two dragons tomorrow who are going to blow my head off. (No pun intended)

There's no money, there's no weed. It's all been replaced by a pile of corpses.

Okay for anyone who knows me they will know that I am a big fan of comedy, more to the point I am a huge fan of British comedy.

If you can guess what movie this title is from you will know that this has to be one of my favourite movies of all time, why you ask. Because it is about english gangsters, criminals, drug dealers and con artists. And they all have really good names. This movie is also the greatest in my opinion for quotes.

Thats right the movie I am talking about is Guy Ritchies 'Lock Stock and two Smoking Barrels'.

I have gone on to find a whole heaps of quotes from the movie which I will now share with you,


Bacon

• Right. Let's sort the buyers from the spyers, the needy from the greedy, and those who trust me from the ones who don't, because if you can't see value here today, you're not up here shopping. You're up here shoplifting. You see these goods? Never seen daylight, moonlight, Israelite. Fanny by the gaslight. Take a bag, c'mon take a bag. I took a bag home last night. Cost me a lot more than ten pound, I can tell you. Anyone like jewelry? Look at that one there. Handmade in Italy, hand-stolen in Stepney. It's as long as my arm. I wish it was as long as something else. Don't think because these boxes are sealed up, they're empty. The only man who sells empty boxes is the undertaker, and by the look of some of you lot today, I'd make more money with me measuring tape. Here, one price. Ten pound.

Tom

• Listen to this one then: You open a company called the Arse Tickler's Faggot Fan Club. You take an advert in the back page of some gay mag, advertising the latest in arse-intruding dildos, sell it a bit with, er... I dunno, "does what no other dildo can do until now", latest and greatest in sexual technology. Guaranteed results or money back, all that bollocks. These dills cost twenty-five each; a snip for all the pleasure they are going to give the recipients. They send a cheque to the company name, nothing offensive, er, Bobbie's Bits or something, for twenty-five. You put these in the bank for two weeks and let them clear. Now this is the clever bit. Then you send back the cheques for twenty-five pounds from the real company name, Arse Tickler's Faggot Fan Club, saying sorry, we couldn't get the supply from America, they have sold out. Now you see how many of the people cash those cheques; not a single soul, because who wants his bank manager to know he tickles arses when he is not paying in cheques!

Soap

• A minute ago this was the safest job in the world. Now it's turning into a bad day in Bosnia.
• Oi! Keep your fingers out of my soup!
• You're not funny, Tom. You're fat, and look as though you should be, but you're not.

Rory Breaker

• If the milk turns out to be sour, I ain't the kinda pussy to drink it.
• If you hold back anything, I'll kill ya. If you bend the truth or I think your bending the truth, I'll kill ya. If you forget anything I'll kill ya. In fact, you're gonna have to work very hard to stay alive, Nick. Now do you understand everything I've said? Because if you don't, I'll kill ya.
• Is this some white cunts' joke that black cunts don't get? 'Cause I'm not fucking laughing Nicholas.
• Get Nick, that greasy wop, shistos, pesevengi, gamouri Greek bastard, if he's stupid enough to still be on this planet.

And now for some dialogue straight from the movie,

Eddie: They're armed.
Soap: Armed, armed with what?
Eddie: Err, bad breath, colorful language, feather duster... what do you think they're gonna be armed with? Guns, you tit!

Winston: Charles,why have we got that cage?
Charles: Uh,security.
Winston: That's right, that's right security. So what's the point in having it if we're not goin' fucking use it?
Charles: Well I would've used it but this is Willie and Willie lives here.
Winston: Yes but you didn't know it was Willie until you opened the door did you?
Willie: Chill Winston, it's me. Charlie knows it's me. What's the problem?
Winston: The problem Willie is that Charles and yourself are not the quickest of cats at the best of times. So just do as I say and keep the fucking cage locked! What is that?
Willie: That's Gloria.
Winston: Yes I know that's Gloria, what's that?
Willie: Fertilizer.
Winston: You went out six hours to buy a money counter and you come back with a semi-conscious Gloria and a back of fertilizer. Alarm bells are ringing Willie.
Willie: We need fertilizer Winston.
Winston: Mmmhmm. We also need a money counter. This money's got to be out by Thursday, I'm buggered if I'm gonna count it. Just make sure if you do need to buy sodding fertilizer could be a bit more subtle.
Willie: What do you mean?
Winston: We grow copious amounts of ganja, yah. And you're carrying a wasted girl and a bag of fertilizer. You don't look like your average horti-fucking- culturalist! That's what I mean Willie.

Nick the Greek: Dunno. Seems expensive.
Tom: Seems? Well, this seems to be a complete waste of my time. That, my friend, is 900 nicker in any store you're lucky enough to find one in. And you're haggling over 200 pound? What school of finance did you come from Nick? "It's a deal, it's a steal, it's the Sale of the fucking Century!" In fact, fuck it Nick, I think I'll keep it!
Nick the Greek: Alright alright, keep your Alans on!
[Peels off notes from his wad]
Nick the Greek: Here's a ton.
Tom, Eddie: Jesus Christ!
Eddie: You could choke a dozen donkeys on that! And you're haggling over one hundred pound? What're you doing when you're not buying stereos Nick? Finance revolutions?
Nick the Greek: 100 pound is still 100 pound.
Tom: Not when the price is 200 pound it ain't! And certainly not when you've got Liberia's deficit in your skyrocket. Tighter than a duck's butt you are. Now, lemme feel the fibre of your fabric.

Bacon: What's that?
Samoan Joe's Barman: It's a cocktail. You asked for a cocktail.
Bacon: No. I asked for a refreshing drink! I didn't expect a fucking rainforest! I could fall in love with an orangutan in that! Bring me a pint.
Samoan Joe's Barman: You want a pint, you go to the pub.
Bacon: This is a pub!
Samoan Joes Barman: It's a Samoan pub.

Ah I just can't get enough of this. If you haven't seen this movie I strongly recomend it, there are so many more good quotes in it.

Inspiration comes at the most awkward of times.

Picture this.

I was standing in my shower enjoying a nice warm shower when a few guitar chords and a tune got into my head.

Now this does happen to me quite a lot and for no apparent reason I will make a tune in my head, some of them sound pretty good and others not so.

Anyway this tune I got in my head appeared to be something that I could work on and add to. I even thought up some words to put in with the music I had in my head.

Normally by the time I get out of the shower or stop whatever I'm doing I have forgotten my second of musical brilliance. However this time I managed to get out and record the tune onto my MP3 voice recorder.

Now I can hold a tune so I should be able to get the tune off again and onto some manuscript with the help of nick and his knowledge of guitar chords.

I don't know about you guys but when I come up with some music I get really excited and usually need to write something down whether it is some words or a short tune. This is made easy because I own a pirated copy of Sibelius 2 which is one of the best music programs you can get.

Don't worry Nick I will get it to you and show you how to use it because it makes music writing a breeze, all you need is the time and the patients.

Of course my musical expertise is based around Jazz and Blues however I am trying to try my hand at some alternate rock with influences including, Howie Day, John Mayer and Dave Matthews Band.

Hopefully I will have some time during the Holidays to sit down and fiddle around with some ideas I have. I am pretty much finished this week so I should have some time on my hands.

Sick from far, but too far from sick

Okay I know this is a late post however this has to be said.

Finally I have over indulged at one of our many gatherings and gone and made a fool of myself (probably with a lot of photographic evidence, thanks sean).

I committed the cardinal sin of drinking, which is to mix your alcohol and man did I pay the price for it. I payed the price late firday night and all throughout saturday, lying in bed with the indy 500 racing around in my stomach.

Now on the good note I must say this, I am very proud of myself because I am the sole survivor. Thats right the last man in our group to take that dreaded plundge into the gutter and puke their guts up. I have put it off for this long and it was my time boys, it was my time to breath up the fire, or so we would now say (thanks again sean).

We have lost many men over the years to this downfall of alcoholics and I would like to now share with you the infamous list of drunken allies.

1. The first to go probably some time in either year 9 or 10 was good old Sammy himself, his alcohol of choice was probably the rocket fuel he used to make using all the bits of liquer in his parents liquer cuboard. He has grown up over the years though, however he can still be found throwing up his liver around his birthday.
2. The second man on my list would have to be Sean other wise known as Bundy Sean and yes that is probably what took him down, the dreaded taste of that polar bear rum. Sean still hasn't changed much though and I am quite sure he wasn't too far away from my state on friday night.
3. The third man on this growing list would be Nick, aka Snowman. Now this man would not have gone down without a fight because lets face it, he is the tank amongst our band of merry men. Lucas would have probably drunk about 12 pints of beer, half a bottle of vodka, a bottle of absynth and a couple of gin martinis before puking his guts up. His place of choice, an ally way in rundle street. At least you did it with a bit of class mate, right next to the belgium beer bar.
4. Next on the list would be Dutchy, he is from Holland and joined us a bit late however he settled right in and made his contrabution to this elite club. His drink of choice probably some imported beer, some southern comfort and of late a few yagerbons.
5. Daddy daw how can we forget you. Like a father to us all he is the small man with a small stomach and that means one thing, yep you guessed it, things don't usually stay down there for too long. His drink of choice would have to be that beloved absynth. His place of choice, Dutchys tennis court with Dutchy I think.
6. Who could be next, ah yes Betty band cock. He is a birthday man as well and he loves his beer bongs and his red wine. New years and dutchys birthday were common occurences, I gave you my heart betty, I gave you my heart.
7. Timmy how could I forget you mate, sitting on a couch watching the cricket. Your drink of choice mate is a fine one indeed, coopers pale ale or your beloved guiness. Unknown to me is where we could find you in your drunken state, perhaps on a cricket field.
8. Comming in a little later and finding himself more so when he joined uni life is Country Boy Mason. Known to be quite the party man these days andy likes to endulge in some good old fashion pale ale. Most likely to be found on his farm with his love able goat.
9. Coming to the end now we find Wizza who can be remembered throwing up all over the stairs at Dutchy's house last New years. I think he had a few too many beers and a little to much absynth.
10. This is my spot in the awesome 11 and I am damn proud to be here.

Now I guess you are wondering where our 11th man is well lets just say that he doesn't come into the equation. Dale is a man too proud to get completely plastered so he doesn't count. Sorry mate but the only way we are ever going to see you get plastered is if we tie you down and pour alochol through a tube for you.

We should all be proud of our efforts of the past few years and looking forward to many good times a head.

Now known as dragon boy I will try to do my best to add to the tally.