2005 Statistics
Jobs lost: 1. Tax Office gave me the arse after the tax peak. I don't think I fully appreciated how good it was, sitting on your arse, listening to your music and typing whilst getting 20 beans an hour for it until I lost it.
Jobs worked during 2005: 4. LANMine, Tax Office, Bar Work and stinking BP.
Amount earnt: Not a lot. I'm terrible with money. Anything I did earn has long since been pissed up against some wall.
Drinking Highlight: Big-cup night. Best night EVER! Hittin it with Jen is always good value (she doesnt drink much, but she's freaking good value when she does!). And an unclaimed vomit on the bed in-between her and her best friend in the morning is testament to how rad this night was.
Drinking Lowlight: Going too hard too fast at the Berrigan Cup and staggering home at only 10pm. Admittedly, I had gone out to the Business Club Ball at uni the night before, picked up some girl and not slept. But still, 10pm? Shameful!.
General Highlight: Snowboarding with Fanky / Jen / Baz / Rel / Liz / Hannah etc. Snowboarding never gets old for me, and that was a great day.
General Lowlight: Losing ATO job and being penniless for a month. This was just plain cruddy. I had no money, 2 shifts a week at the LAN Mine, and was eating Mi Goreng noodles for a month. Don't get me wrong, they're a great noodle. But a cheap noodle they remain... in hindsight, it's probably lucky I didnt get scurvy during that month!
Favourite Drink: Corona's!
Runner up favourite drink: Jager Bombs.
Girlfriends: 0. There were a record number of pickups, one night stands etc, but strangely, no girls that I genuinely liked, liked me back. Or maybe not so strangely. Albury isn't so big, so i'm probably known as "Sir STD" or something by the females of this area by now.
Pickups: Not sure... round about 20?. Jen calls me a man-whore, Em calls me a hussy, and my mates call me the "Venus Hinchtrap". I'm not sure whether I should be proud, but when I see how happy some of my friends are with their significant others, it makes me realise how shallow the whole 'picking up' thing is.
Favourite Sad Song: Finger 11 - One Thing.
Favourite Happy Song: Fall Out Boy - Sugar we're going down.
Favourite TV Show: House
Favourite Game: World of Warcraft (lev 57!) and Counter-Strike: Source.
Favourite Movie: Napoleon Dynamite
Best Gig: Foo Fighters.
Anything else you want to know about my year? Leave a comment...
coming up, New Years Resolutions!
-j
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
R.I.P Lipring
It finally happened... in my quest for a job I had to eat shit and take out my lip piercing. My lip feels so naked now!
Here's the final pic of me with it on... blurry, and taken by my housemate.
Here's the final pic of me with it on... blurry, and taken by my housemate.
Sunday, December 11, 2005
Title Goes Here.
If any people reading this havent seen the Foo Fighters live yet, I suggest that you get right on it (I know one person looks at my blog... i'm just assuming a second person may pop in at some stage). Those dudes friggin rock! It was crazy to think that, last Tuesday in Melbourne, singing in front of me was Dave "I Used To Be In Nirvana" Grohl, who has the best, most kickarse personality when it comes to the crowd. He got everyone into the songs, he actually ran through the crowd and stood on a table while trading riffs with his other guitarist who was still on stage, and hammed it up for the camera's... just seemed like a top bloke. I know I saw Blink182 in Sydney last year, and those guys were just downright cocks. I drive 6 hours to Sydney and they just act like they dont care... it's just another night... fuck the fans. I think they're just too damned cool to care now.
In other news, Melbourne was awesome. Caught up with Cammo, Spiller, Musil, Harry and Kiero. Had a few frothy's at the 'Transport bar' in Federation square. Now, it looked pretty swanky, but holy shit. It was a Tuesday night and that joint was rocking! Gorgeous girl after girl walked in, all dolled up and lookin' purty while me and my mates had our jaws on the table, enjoying the view as we had $7.00 (!!!) pints of Carlton Bloody Draught. There was one particular girl who was wearing a black cocktail dress, and looked very Mischa Barton-esque. She had the most magnificent cans, and while I was subtly perving, Spiller pointed out that the ceilings had mirrors on them. Best view ever! Although it troubles me that he has the perving down to such a fine art. I had to move back to a specific angle to see anything, but he seemed to have that shit down pat.
On the job front, there seems to be a lot of shit-eating on the horizon. BP need someone to work, and, despite me leaving the joint 2 years ago with a resignation scribbled on the back of a receipt and left on the bosses desk, they seem to want me back.
I will keep looking for a job though... my ass needs a sound kicking if im working there for more than 3 months... but Jason needs new shoes... and jason is fucking skint.
-j
If any people reading this havent seen the Foo Fighters live yet, I suggest that you get right on it (I know one person looks at my blog... i'm just assuming a second person may pop in at some stage). Those dudes friggin rock! It was crazy to think that, last Tuesday in Melbourne, singing in front of me was Dave "I Used To Be In Nirvana" Grohl, who has the best, most kickarse personality when it comes to the crowd. He got everyone into the songs, he actually ran through the crowd and stood on a table while trading riffs with his other guitarist who was still on stage, and hammed it up for the camera's... just seemed like a top bloke. I know I saw Blink182 in Sydney last year, and those guys were just downright cocks. I drive 6 hours to Sydney and they just act like they dont care... it's just another night... fuck the fans. I think they're just too damned cool to care now.
In other news, Melbourne was awesome. Caught up with Cammo, Spiller, Musil, Harry and Kiero. Had a few frothy's at the 'Transport bar' in Federation square. Now, it looked pretty swanky, but holy shit. It was a Tuesday night and that joint was rocking! Gorgeous girl after girl walked in, all dolled up and lookin' purty while me and my mates had our jaws on the table, enjoying the view as we had $7.00 (!!!) pints of Carlton Bloody Draught. There was one particular girl who was wearing a black cocktail dress, and looked very Mischa Barton-esque. She had the most magnificent cans, and while I was subtly perving, Spiller pointed out that the ceilings had mirrors on them. Best view ever! Although it troubles me that he has the perving down to such a fine art. I had to move back to a specific angle to see anything, but he seemed to have that shit down pat.
On the job front, there seems to be a lot of shit-eating on the horizon. BP need someone to work, and, despite me leaving the joint 2 years ago with a resignation scribbled on the back of a receipt and left on the bosses desk, they seem to want me back.
I will keep looking for a job though... my ass needs a sound kicking if im working there for more than 3 months... but Jason needs new shoes... and jason is fucking skint.
-j
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