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
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With a pickle?
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