Monday, March 26, 2007
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Youre not a land mine, youre not a gold mine,
No youre not mine at all...
Over the past few weeks ive been putting moneys away to pay off that shit heap i call a car. Everything was going good, till i realised i borrowed 2k off my uncle when i went to QLD and its about time i payed him back.
:'(
I need that money, i have more important thigs to do with it than he does, but its his.
Some people say dont offer it to him, some say spend it, its yours. In that case, how bout you give me money and ill never repay it to you.
So, theres another reason to not get excited about anything, another reason to not look forward to anything.
I offered the moeny to him today and he accepted it, but not yet, he wants it in cash next week.
:(
Over the past few weeks ive been putting moneys away to pay off that shit heap i call a car. Everything was going good, till i realised i borrowed 2k off my uncle when i went to QLD and its about time i payed him back.
:'(
I need that money, i have more important thigs to do with it than he does, but its his.
Some people say dont offer it to him, some say spend it, its yours. In that case, how bout you give me money and ill never repay it to you.
So, theres another reason to not get excited about anything, another reason to not look forward to anything.
I offered the moeny to him today and he accepted it, but not yet, he wants it in cash next week.
:(
Monday, March 12, 2007
So...
Never look forward to anything.
(Edit, see i fucking said in my last post, altho the events as to why were different.
"On the downside, if you cant tell im kinda looking forward to it and ive learnt to never look forward to anything cause itll come back and bite you in the balls.")
As most know, i didnt end up going to future yesterday, thanks matt.
I was all set for a big weekend, big bender, Sat night piss up, sunday piss up at the bowl, and monday i was gonna keep it goin.
But late sat night matt msgd me telling me we had to be back from future by 4pm, it didnt start till 12 midday so there was fuck all point going. So that was that, the rave ive looked forward to since... all fucking year was over before it even began, for me anyway.
Sounds like i didnt miss much, you know other than 10 hours of music so loud you couldnt even hear a bomb go off next to you, 2 stabbings, 30 odd drug arrests and a girl falling from a tree.
>_>
So my bender ended at 2am sunday morning. The only upside to that whole night was the chicken stir fry at mambos. and fuck fuck fuck i didnt preen that shirt. Thats my new shirt chris if that shit stains ima kill you 35547667345347567545 different painfull ways from sunday.
Sunday was a pretty cruisy day, i liked it. I did nothing, i lay in bed till 2 or so, then got up and took nat home went to amys and bummed then went home. Did nothing... :)
Today however was a wee bit different. I did housework. I can feel my tits getting bigger and my feet shrinking. Someone has to do the friggin house work round here, cause it sure as hell isnt going to be mum.
I nearly killed myself in the shower. I have a love hate relationship with that shower, its tried to kill me twice before. The first was just after we moved in and i was coming out of the shower, and i jumped onto the tiles and went straight down landing on the thin alloy strip that holds the doors on, my god that hurt back ni the day. These days the strip would either bend or dissapear forever in the massive arse coming down on it. The second time was when i had chicken pox and i passed out and slammed my mouth onto the hot tap, not only resulting in a mashed up lip, a sore head, and 2 cracked shower glass panels, but the friggin hot tap sent hot water over my passed out self, and to make it worse mum and nan rushed into the bathroom to pick up a naked lard arse.
This time however i escaped physically sound, however i prolly lost 4557567457834895734857958678945689668956739658698346923 million brain cells, altho thats assuming i had some to start with. I was cleaning the shower, and mum said, take yer clothes off, get in and squirt the cleaner and scrub, what she didnt tell me was the cleaner is caustic and gives off vile fumes and makes the eyes sting like a mofo, so here i am locked in the bathroom, in the shower scrubbing at the walls, hardly being able to breathe or see, and cause its slippery in there i nearly went arse over tit again like when i had the pox, my head went funny and i had to get out.
Stupid shower, but alas, its now clean, im not dead. (i know some would say thats a shame)
Ok this has been sitting here at this point for an hour and a half, its bed time and i cant think of anything else to say.
Catch
Never look forward to anything.
(Edit, see i fucking said in my last post, altho the events as to why were different.
"On the downside, if you cant tell im kinda looking forward to it and ive learnt to never look forward to anything cause itll come back and bite you in the balls.")
As most know, i didnt end up going to future yesterday, thanks matt.
I was all set for a big weekend, big bender, Sat night piss up, sunday piss up at the bowl, and monday i was gonna keep it goin.
But late sat night matt msgd me telling me we had to be back from future by 4pm, it didnt start till 12 midday so there was fuck all point going. So that was that, the rave ive looked forward to since... all fucking year was over before it even began, for me anyway.
Sounds like i didnt miss much, you know other than 10 hours of music so loud you couldnt even hear a bomb go off next to you, 2 stabbings, 30 odd drug arrests and a girl falling from a tree.
>_>
So my bender ended at 2am sunday morning. The only upside to that whole night was the chicken stir fry at mambos. and fuck fuck fuck i didnt preen that shirt. Thats my new shirt chris if that shit stains ima kill you 35547667345347567545 different painfull ways from sunday.
Sunday was a pretty cruisy day, i liked it. I did nothing, i lay in bed till 2 or so, then got up and took nat home went to amys and bummed then went home. Did nothing... :)
Today however was a wee bit different. I did housework. I can feel my tits getting bigger and my feet shrinking. Someone has to do the friggin house work round here, cause it sure as hell isnt going to be mum.
I nearly killed myself in the shower. I have a love hate relationship with that shower, its tried to kill me twice before. The first was just after we moved in and i was coming out of the shower, and i jumped onto the tiles and went straight down landing on the thin alloy strip that holds the doors on, my god that hurt back ni the day. These days the strip would either bend or dissapear forever in the massive arse coming down on it. The second time was when i had chicken pox and i passed out and slammed my mouth onto the hot tap, not only resulting in a mashed up lip, a sore head, and 2 cracked shower glass panels, but the friggin hot tap sent hot water over my passed out self, and to make it worse mum and nan rushed into the bathroom to pick up a naked lard arse.
This time however i escaped physically sound, however i prolly lost 4557567457834895734857958678945689668956739658698346923 million brain cells, altho thats assuming i had some to start with. I was cleaning the shower, and mum said, take yer clothes off, get in and squirt the cleaner and scrub, what she didnt tell me was the cleaner is caustic and gives off vile fumes and makes the eyes sting like a mofo, so here i am locked in the bathroom, in the shower scrubbing at the walls, hardly being able to breathe or see, and cause its slippery in there i nearly went arse over tit again like when i had the pox, my head went funny and i had to get out.
Stupid shower, but alas, its now clean, im not dead. (i know some would say thats a shame)
Ok this has been sitting here at this point for an hour and a half, its bed time and i cant think of anything else to say.
Catch
Friday, March 09, 2007
Break out the glowsticks!!!
*Does tecca Dance*
Future music festival here i come bitches.
Mafoo and i are going to this future music rave on the weekend that ive been on about for some time now.
Ive already put up the bar tents over the last 2 days, now i get to use em on sunday. Hooray. Ive never used a tent i put up before. But thats not the exciting bit.
Tickets for future are just over $100 a pop, nats brother dave derg got one, and mafooo and i get in for FREEEEEEEE.
Free as a friggin bird motherfu*kers.
Carlys mate works for the lighting company who do the fully sickaz hectic uleh bro lighting effects for the stage, (and if tradition continues, he will look like the nerdy dude off 10 things, if not worse... they all do those A/V guys) and apparently he can put... has put us on a list of cleaners, accordig to mat he does it all the time. So were going in as cleaners, coming out as shitfaced as possible. :P
Ima scour the ground for pills n what nots, if i find some pills i can sell em at work and make moneys.
On the downside, if you cant tell im kinda looking forward to it and ive learnt to never look forward to anything cause itll come back and bite you in the balls. So were prolly gonna get there and not be on the list. But if that happens, ima just go get wasted in one of melbournes many pubs.
Speaking of pub. Almost got in a fight with shane at work at the hallam the other night, marcus took us out to tea as thanks for working so much over the weekend. Shane tends to turn into mister angry on the jesus juice and likes to rumble, and i had the shits so i was prolly more offensive than usual. But when people start paying out on you you pay out on em back, if they cant take it then theyre a stupid faggot piece of shit from newcastle.
Little fucking wannabe Rocky.
I went to the docs about my sleeping nonsence, itsbeen getting worse, he says he doesnt know whats going on and cant even suggest anything, other than putting me on amphetamines, or speed. woohoo... legal speed!
But he wont do that cause hes crap, he just says get more sleep, get a job that doesnt require you to work 24h shifts, or even 12h shifts and get a job where you dont have to drive, plus a regular sleeping pattern.
I say to hell with you doctor, what you say sounds good in your mind, but its not that easy in mine.
I like rum!
My plans for a new car have been shattered again. Seems i still owe my uncle 2k from when i went to qland and hes prolly gonna take that back when i offer it to him next week. :'(
(Refer to speach about looking forward to things)
Doing a job tomorrow for western bulldogs, at ted whitten oval, must be their family day or something.
Ive slept too much this week, im cranky today.
Damned if i do, damned if i dont.
Future music festival here i come bitches.
Mafoo and i are going to this future music rave on the weekend that ive been on about for some time now.
Ive already put up the bar tents over the last 2 days, now i get to use em on sunday. Hooray. Ive never used a tent i put up before. But thats not the exciting bit.
Tickets for future are just over $100 a pop, nats brother dave derg got one, and mafooo and i get in for FREEEEEEEE.
Free as a friggin bird motherfu*kers.
Carlys mate works for the lighting company who do the fully sickaz hectic uleh bro lighting effects for the stage, (and if tradition continues, he will look like the nerdy dude off 10 things, if not worse... they all do those A/V guys) and apparently he can put... has put us on a list of cleaners, accordig to mat he does it all the time. So were going in as cleaners, coming out as shitfaced as possible. :P
Ima scour the ground for pills n what nots, if i find some pills i can sell em at work and make moneys.
On the downside, if you cant tell im kinda looking forward to it and ive learnt to never look forward to anything cause itll come back and bite you in the balls. So were prolly gonna get there and not be on the list. But if that happens, ima just go get wasted in one of melbournes many pubs.
Speaking of pub. Almost got in a fight with shane at work at the hallam the other night, marcus took us out to tea as thanks for working so much over the weekend. Shane tends to turn into mister angry on the jesus juice and likes to rumble, and i had the shits so i was prolly more offensive than usual. But when people start paying out on you you pay out on em back, if they cant take it then theyre a stupid faggot piece of shit from newcastle.
Little fucking wannabe Rocky.
I went to the docs about my sleeping nonsence, itsbeen getting worse, he says he doesnt know whats going on and cant even suggest anything, other than putting me on amphetamines, or speed. woohoo... legal speed!
But he wont do that cause hes crap, he just says get more sleep, get a job that doesnt require you to work 24h shifts, or even 12h shifts and get a job where you dont have to drive, plus a regular sleeping pattern.
I say to hell with you doctor, what you say sounds good in your mind, but its not that easy in mine.
I like rum!
My plans for a new car have been shattered again. Seems i still owe my uncle 2k from when i went to qland and hes prolly gonna take that back when i offer it to him next week. :'(
(Refer to speach about looking forward to things)
Doing a job tomorrow for western bulldogs, at ted whitten oval, must be their family day or something.
Ive slept too much this week, im cranky today.
Damned if i do, damned if i dont.
