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Saturday, April 14, 2007
Until the booze... or the money... runs out!
If you can make out two faces in the darkness here, one is my neighbour, Chritty's. The other is myself. And I honestly dont know what the hell is up with that expression.
Its friday here in windy Bathurst and my 3 day weekend is just beginning. Unfortunately I have to read 'Dracula', do my professional writing assignment, do my marketing tute work and knock up some powerpoint presentation for media. And lets be honest, i'll probably hit the townski on Saturday night too.
Wednesday before last we had St Paddies day at the uni bar. I ended up drinking Jack Daniels with a twist of lime as well as 'red stripe jamaican lager' and playing ping-pong til 10, then we all headed down to the uni. Unfortunately the line was unbelievable, and I cracked the shits with it, grabbed a snag and phantomed home, staggering all the way. I must have fallen asleep with gum in my mouth, because I woke up with some in my hair, and 2 days later I found some in my armpit. Freaking peculiar.
Last weekend we had dorm olympics. Theres about 12 different dorms/residences around CSU, and they each fielded a team to play in tug'o'war, ultimate frisbee, soccer, netball, volleyball, captainball and iron-guts. Im ashamed to say I took out 2 girls in ultimate frisbee (Diving for the frisbee and a girl went arse up over me. Twice), and i accidentally elbowed some girl in the boob when I was trying to take a screamer. It was all in good fun though. And I was chosen for iron guts... its like a relay where you have a team of 4, one person sprints 50 metres, eats an item, and when theyre done, sprint back and the next person goes. On the menu was: weet bix with toothpaste and chilli sauce. A plastic cup with 2 raw eggs in it, a salada with anchovy paste and some other shit on it, and I copped an ice cream cone full of some fish-smelling goop and some funky grass flavoured jelly which I was gagging on as I got it down. Not that fun!
On the positive side around here, dorm life is pretty cool. Aside from one small loss when I first got here, I'm undefeated on the ping pong table. I'm also kicking ass at pool. On Saturday night I jumped the white over this grizzled old locals carefully positioned snooker, sunk the black and won the game. From the look in his eyes it was a close thing between shaking my hand, or shoving the pool cue up my ass. I should think twice before I straddle the cue and 'ride the pony' around the pool table when I pull off shit like that. Theres one or two pool comps that go on around here that I reckon i'd do well at. I'd love to put on my resume that I 'hustled' my way through uni, because although I desperately need one, I really dont want a job.
My car is still tooting and farting its way around town. Im scared to take it on too long a drive in case it spits a wheel or something minor like that. I'm walking to uni when I can though, but as one of the few people who owns a car around this place, I usually end up taking a carful of people to class of a morning. And I always warn them about the wheel thing, and yet they still ride.
-j
Its friday here in windy Bathurst and my 3 day weekend is just beginning. Unfortunately I have to read 'Dracula', do my professional writing assignment, do my marketing tute work and knock up some powerpoint presentation for media. And lets be honest, i'll probably hit the townski on Saturday night too.
Wednesday before last we had St Paddies day at the uni bar. I ended up drinking Jack Daniels with a twist of lime as well as 'red stripe jamaican lager' and playing ping-pong til 10, then we all headed down to the uni. Unfortunately the line was unbelievable, and I cracked the shits with it, grabbed a snag and phantomed home, staggering all the way. I must have fallen asleep with gum in my mouth, because I woke up with some in my hair, and 2 days later I found some in my armpit. Freaking peculiar.
Last weekend we had dorm olympics. Theres about 12 different dorms/residences around CSU, and they each fielded a team to play in tug'o'war, ultimate frisbee, soccer, netball, volleyball, captainball and iron-guts. Im ashamed to say I took out 2 girls in ultimate frisbee (Diving for the frisbee and a girl went arse up over me. Twice), and i accidentally elbowed some girl in the boob when I was trying to take a screamer. It was all in good fun though. And I was chosen for iron guts... its like a relay where you have a team of 4, one person sprints 50 metres, eats an item, and when theyre done, sprint back and the next person goes. On the menu was: weet bix with toothpaste and chilli sauce. A plastic cup with 2 raw eggs in it, a salada with anchovy paste and some other shit on it, and I copped an ice cream cone full of some fish-smelling goop and some funky grass flavoured jelly which I was gagging on as I got it down. Not that fun!
On the positive side around here, dorm life is pretty cool. Aside from one small loss when I first got here, I'm undefeated on the ping pong table. I'm also kicking ass at pool. On Saturday night I jumped the white over this grizzled old locals carefully positioned snooker, sunk the black and won the game. From the look in his eyes it was a close thing between shaking my hand, or shoving the pool cue up my ass. I should think twice before I straddle the cue and 'ride the pony' around the pool table when I pull off shit like that. Theres one or two pool comps that go on around here that I reckon i'd do well at. I'd love to put on my resume that I 'hustled' my way through uni, because although I desperately need one, I really dont want a job.
My car is still tooting and farting its way around town. Im scared to take it on too long a drive in case it spits a wheel or something minor like that. I'm walking to uni when I can though, but as one of the few people who owns a car around this place, I usually end up taking a carful of people to class of a morning. And I always warn them about the wheel thing, and yet they still ride.
-j
Saturday, April 07, 2007
Den of slack... Mk. 2!
Pictured is my messy as hell, and ever so tiny room. In under 3 weeks, it turned to this. Takes a certain kind of talent, i tells ya!
Well i'm out of Albury at last and in the very similar town of Bathurst. On Sunday I threw pretty much everything I own into my Magna, kissed the dog and patted mum goodbye and took off into the distance, praying to whatever god would hear me that my little car would make it without spitting a wheel or turning into a fiery ball of death. And despite all you non-believers (Max) the little car made it without missing a beat! Suprised the piss out of me!
I had a Macdonalds coffee in Cowra, and then I had to hit the toilet with a vengeance. I remember messaging Jen soon after, because that was the effect the coffee's she used to make had on everyone (JenLax TM) and didnt think much more of it. Two hours later I rolled into Bathurst with my guts churning like crazy and wondering whether it was the coffee that had done this to me, or that fish pastie I had picked up for breakfast at Noels Truckstop in Cootamundra. I had to skid to a halt outside the scummiest public toilets in bathurst and penguin waddle past a family's sunday picnic before unleashing the fury of a thousand suns on that poor public toilet. It honestly sounded like a cartoon representation of Stimpy on the toilet or something... truly fearsome. I even messaged max soon after and told him about it (And before you think it... i dont USUALLY keep my friends updated on my bowel movements... but this was not normal!). After groaning, tooting and farting for a good 10 minutes, I staggered out sweating and crook, only to see some old codger with a red face waiting for the toilet. I dont envy him having to go in there after that abomination...
My hotel was nice enough, but I had the worst nights sleep in history. I was sweating one minute, freezing the next, and perpetually ducking into the toilet with the green apple splatters.I mean, you can pretty much picture me the first day... not bright eyed, bushy tailed, eager to learn and impress. I was tired, droopy eyed, had no appetite, dehydrated, and too petrified to fart in case I shat my pants.
Fortunately, it's been slowly getting better and the rest of this email wont be just about my pooping habits.
The night life (O week) had been fun, and the dag night (op shop night) should be great tonight. Apparently its the biggest night of the week. I feel like a right old fucker here though, being 23 im 5 years older than about 90% of the people I meet. And the RATIO! My god! There are 5 girls to one guy, which may sound nice in theory, but I share 2 toilets and 2 showers with 14 girls which makes it just a little rough on poor old me (im the only guy on my floor).
I'm missing home a little bit, loathe as I am to admit it. But im sure once I get stuck into some actual work I'll be fine.
Hope this finds you all well!
-j
Well i'm out of Albury at last and in the very similar town of Bathurst. On Sunday I threw pretty much everything I own into my Magna, kissed the dog and patted mum goodbye and took off into the distance, praying to whatever god would hear me that my little car would make it without spitting a wheel or turning into a fiery ball of death. And despite all you non-believers (Max) the little car made it without missing a beat! Suprised the piss out of me!
I had a Macdonalds coffee in Cowra, and then I had to hit the toilet with a vengeance. I remember messaging Jen soon after, because that was the effect the coffee's she used to make had on everyone (JenLax TM) and didnt think much more of it. Two hours later I rolled into Bathurst with my guts churning like crazy and wondering whether it was the coffee that had done this to me, or that fish pastie I had picked up for breakfast at Noels Truckstop in Cootamundra. I had to skid to a halt outside the scummiest public toilets in bathurst and penguin waddle past a family's sunday picnic before unleashing the fury of a thousand suns on that poor public toilet. It honestly sounded like a cartoon representation of Stimpy on the toilet or something... truly fearsome. I even messaged max soon after and told him about it (And before you think it... i dont USUALLY keep my friends updated on my bowel movements... but this was not normal!). After groaning, tooting and farting for a good 10 minutes, I staggered out sweating and crook, only to see some old codger with a red face waiting for the toilet. I dont envy him having to go in there after that abomination...
My hotel was nice enough, but I had the worst nights sleep in history. I was sweating one minute, freezing the next, and perpetually ducking into the toilet with the green apple splatters.I mean, you can pretty much picture me the first day... not bright eyed, bushy tailed, eager to learn and impress. I was tired, droopy eyed, had no appetite, dehydrated, and too petrified to fart in case I shat my pants.
Fortunately, it's been slowly getting better and the rest of this email wont be just about my pooping habits.
The night life (O week) had been fun, and the dag night (op shop night) should be great tonight. Apparently its the biggest night of the week. I feel like a right old fucker here though, being 23 im 5 years older than about 90% of the people I meet. And the RATIO! My god! There are 5 girls to one guy, which may sound nice in theory, but I share 2 toilets and 2 showers with 14 girls which makes it just a little rough on poor old me (im the only guy on my floor).
I'm missing home a little bit, loathe as I am to admit it. But im sure once I get stuck into some actual work I'll be fine.
Hope this finds you all well!
-j
Uni student... again
Well i've decided to resurrect the old blog again. I know my audience of three were weeping silently when I went on a hiatus for the last few... months. But there was nothing to write about!
Now i've moved to Bathurst, started my new course, submitted my first couple of horrendous assignments and theres actually shit going on.
I'll start by posting the emails i've been sending out to you all, and with this, I should be able to post shorter but more timely stuff, rather than just boring you with those long ass emails.
I'm working some kinks out of the layout too... blogger seems to have changed slightly since I last used it. Bear with me!
-j
Now i've moved to Bathurst, started my new course, submitted my first couple of horrendous assignments and theres actually shit going on.
I'll start by posting the emails i've been sending out to you all, and with this, I should be able to post shorter but more timely stuff, rather than just boring you with those long ass emails.
I'm working some kinks out of the layout too... blogger seems to have changed slightly since I last used it. Bear with me!
-j
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