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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
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Look what I impulse bought!
It's from Cash Converters, no less! A $129 (bargained down to a mere $100) steel string acoustic guitar!
Admittedly, I don't have what you'd call 'steady' employment, nor a large pool of funds thats could easily accomodate spontaneous buys like this very often, but got it I did! I now have something to do of a night that doesnt involve scouring the 'net for cars and laptops I cant afford. Instead, i'll be cutting my fingers up on this steel stringed beast.
Wish me luck!
-j
Admittedly, I don't have what you'd call 'steady' employment, nor a large pool of funds thats could easily accomodate spontaneous buys like this very often, but got it I did! I now have something to do of a night that doesnt involve scouring the 'net for cars and laptops I cant afford. Instead, i'll be cutting my fingers up on this steel stringed beast.
Wish me luck!
-j
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Welcome to the Den of Slack
This is the room that I lived in for my 3 month stay in the snow. Four 20'ish guys living in a room roughly the size of a Hyundai. I know this is going to offend some of my readers (reader. Jen), who detest the mess.
Not pictured are the noodles that sat on the table for 3 weeks, the custard that sat in the fridge since... i'm not sure when, and the hairball that gathered behind the toilet when we cut our hair in there.
You may also notice me at the pinnacle of fashion, wearing my claw slippers and Canadian Club hat.
Regardless, i'm home now, living with my mum and wondering what the hell i'm going to do with myself. I've got my old job back at the internet cafe, so that'll help kill 2 days of the week. I'm going to try to avoid falling into the old '6 hours of Counterstrike' habits of mine.
I've also lost quite a bit of weight up at the snow, so I think I should try eating right, doing weights again and not drinking so much.
Of course, i'll start this tomorrow. I got home from the pub at 6.30am this morning, just woke up at 2pm and I think I need a kebab.
-j
Not pictured are the noodles that sat on the table for 3 weeks, the custard that sat in the fridge since... i'm not sure when, and the hairball that gathered behind the toilet when we cut our hair in there.
You may also notice me at the pinnacle of fashion, wearing my claw slippers and Canadian Club hat.
Regardless, i'm home now, living with my mum and wondering what the hell i'm going to do with myself. I've got my old job back at the internet cafe, so that'll help kill 2 days of the week. I'm going to try to avoid falling into the old '6 hours of Counterstrike' habits of mine.
I've also lost quite a bit of weight up at the snow, so I think I should try eating right, doing weights again and not drinking so much.
Of course, i'll start this tomorrow. I got home from the pub at 6.30am this morning, just woke up at 2pm and I think I need a kebab.
-j
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Screw you, Jagermeister!
Today I have a hangover of unheard of proportions thanks to my old friend Jagermeister. There was a promo at the pub I live above last night, and silly me just had to win that scarf, headband, wrist band, hat and keyring, didnt I? The way it worked was, you got a shot of Jager, then you got a ticket to do a ring toss game over the horns of a plastic deer.
Not wanting to be bested by any sort of alchohol, I just kept on drinking and ring tossing at that damned deer. Cue to 12 or 13 shots later, I was stumbling around in my new Jagermesiter hat, headband, keyring, scarf and badge and generally looking like a turd. I then stumbled upstairs and into my room where I sat with my head in a toilet for 15 minutes before heading to bed.
I woke up with a filthy hangover and a girl called Ro in my bed, so it wasnt that bad of a night I guess.
Quick aside, I thought I had herpe's during the week, but it turned out to just be a pimple. Large scare right there.
Work has been going pretty good. We've been driving the troopy's and on the odd occasion, the Snow Cats around, and although at times it's so icy that it's like piloting a warm poop around a butter pond, it keeps the job interesting.
Our room is also full now. We have Me, Ned, a Californian guy called Nick and a dude from Noosa caled Dan. So far there havent been any domestics, but Nick was pretty shitty when he found a beer bottle in his snowboard boot this morning.
Well, i'm at a new and more expensive internet cafe, which has just kindly notified me that my time is about to run out.
Must be off!
-j
Today I have a hangover of unheard of proportions thanks to my old friend Jagermeister. There was a promo at the pub I live above last night, and silly me just had to win that scarf, headband, wrist band, hat and keyring, didnt I? The way it worked was, you got a shot of Jager, then you got a ticket to do a ring toss game over the horns of a plastic deer.
Not wanting to be bested by any sort of alchohol, I just kept on drinking and ring tossing at that damned deer. Cue to 12 or 13 shots later, I was stumbling around in my new Jagermesiter hat, headband, keyring, scarf and badge and generally looking like a turd. I then stumbled upstairs and into my room where I sat with my head in a toilet for 15 minutes before heading to bed.
I woke up with a filthy hangover and a girl called Ro in my bed, so it wasnt that bad of a night I guess.
Quick aside, I thought I had herpe's during the week, but it turned out to just be a pimple. Large scare right there.
Work has been going pretty good. We've been driving the troopy's and on the odd occasion, the Snow Cats around, and although at times it's so icy that it's like piloting a warm poop around a butter pond, it keeps the job interesting.
Our room is also full now. We have Me, Ned, a Californian guy called Nick and a dude from Noosa caled Dan. So far there havent been any domestics, but Nick was pretty shitty when he found a beer bottle in his snowboard boot this morning.
Well, i'm at a new and more expensive internet cafe, which has just kindly notified me that my time is about to run out.
Must be off!
-j
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Wheres the beef? .. uhh, snow?
Contrary to popular belief, theres actually a couple of runs open at Falls, albeit with man-made snow, but still they would be fine for me. Right now it's my day off and im on a bloody computer paying out the arse for internet time (Mountain internet time. More expensive than regular internet time) while I could be up there boarding the day away if only I had the $750 for my darn season pass. I just got paid though, and I put a large chunk of it to the side so in 2 or 3 weeks i should be apples. Fingers crossed that the snow will also be apples. All I need is the dedication to curb my drinking tendencies (bordering on alchoholism... i kid i kid!) and not get so drunk that I go to Big Cup Night at The Man (one of the pubs here) and spend seventeen dollars on a damned pizza! It was sooo good too, but still... seventeen dollars! I am a fool.
At work, due to the dearth of snow, we've just been doing some pretty weird, bordering on unnecessary work. I spent an hour sweeping the road out front of work yesterday. But also, i've been doing some interesting stuff like helping carpet Snow Cats (hey, I found it interesting!) and some wiring stuff. I'm taking any and all shifts that I can get my hands on for that elusive season pass.
By the way, if you check http://www.ski.com.au/snowcams/fallscreek1.html . and see a shuttle-bus or a troopy on it down the bottom, chances are I'm driving it. Also, you can see a building in the middle, and just catch a glimpse of another one behind it... thats where I live! Rivetting stuff, eh?
I've just had a sneaky look at this computer... and theres no USB ports! Shit! I cant upload the room photo's, the photo of my board (it has a new LAN Mine sticker... looks rad!) or the people that i'm living with.
Rest assured though, i'm having a great time up here. The people I live with are really easy to get along with, and most of all, i'm enjoying being away from Albury, where i've been hanging out for far too long. I can go out here without fear of running into any evil ex girlfriends, and most people here have a great 'im on holiday' attitude. I'm missing one or two people... but all in all I guess i'll adjust and it'll be alright.
And i'm out.
-j
Current Lift Pass Saving Status:
$0----$100----$200----$300----$400----$500----$600----$700--DI$CO!!
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Contrary to popular belief, theres actually a couple of runs open at Falls, albeit with man-made snow, but still they would be fine for me. Right now it's my day off and im on a bloody computer paying out the arse for internet time (Mountain internet time. More expensive than regular internet time) while I could be up there boarding the day away if only I had the $750 for my darn season pass. I just got paid though, and I put a large chunk of it to the side so in 2 or 3 weeks i should be apples. Fingers crossed that the snow will also be apples. All I need is the dedication to curb my drinking tendencies (bordering on alchoholism... i kid i kid!) and not get so drunk that I go to Big Cup Night at The Man (one of the pubs here) and spend seventeen dollars on a damned pizza! It was sooo good too, but still... seventeen dollars! I am a fool.
At work, due to the dearth of snow, we've just been doing some pretty weird, bordering on unnecessary work. I spent an hour sweeping the road out front of work yesterday. But also, i've been doing some interesting stuff like helping carpet Snow Cats (hey, I found it interesting!) and some wiring stuff. I'm taking any and all shifts that I can get my hands on for that elusive season pass.
By the way, if you check http://www.ski.com.au/snowcams/fallscreek1.html . and see a shuttle-bus or a troopy on it down the bottom, chances are I'm driving it. Also, you can see a building in the middle, and just catch a glimpse of another one behind it... thats where I live! Rivetting stuff, eh?
I've just had a sneaky look at this computer... and theres no USB ports! Shit! I cant upload the room photo's, the photo of my board (it has a new LAN Mine sticker... looks rad!) or the people that i'm living with.
Rest assured though, i'm having a great time up here. The people I live with are really easy to get along with, and most of all, i'm enjoying being away from Albury, where i've been hanging out for far too long. I can go out here without fear of running into any evil ex girlfriends, and most people here have a great 'im on holiday' attitude. I'm missing one or two people... but all in all I guess i'll adjust and it'll be alright.
And i'm out.
-j
Current Lift Pass Saving Status:
$0----$100----$200----$300----$400----$500----$600----$700--DI$CO!!
$---------------
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