The oink one

Oh, and for those of you who have not been to Ron's blog at www.faceofreason.blogspot.com recently, Ron has returned shame-faced from Lake Bonney...well, not really shame-faced, he's actually pretty pleased with himself. I would be too. They (Ron and Friends, which would be a cool name for a reality tv show starring our favourite real-life Kronk) were kicked out of where they were staying by the camp manager dude, lovingly referred to as the Park Nazi. Ron and Friends (there we go again!) ended up breaking stuff after being evicted. Park Nazi evidently didn't realise that the Second World War is over, and promptly declared Blitzkrieg on them (well, the Nazis never did like the Dutch...poor Ron), so they left in the middle of the night, only to sneak back in, commando-style, and conduct a daring raid. The fact that the park is now in ashes is in no way related to this action. Ron himself was promptly awarded the Victoria Cross for Valour, and shall be knighted sometime next month.

Uni starts tomorrow, so I *probably* should sleep. This is an unlikely happening, though. Oh well, UniBar at least tomorrow. Pooooooooool!!!
Oh, and I am doing second-year German now, instead of first. Apparently, this is training for a top-secret mission involving me infiltrating some Fascist organisation in the vicinity of Lake Bonney...
Have a great night, all.
(The colour for this entry was chosen by Caitlin. She gets a mention in the credits.)

Zip and the O'Ball, or "The Continuing Adventures of Eskimo BoBo."

Well, as many of you know, Saturday night was the O'Ball at Adelaide Uni. There were bands there, some of whom are kinda known by people. I didn't care about them. I was there only to see one act: Eskimo Joe!! And they did not disappoint.
First, a shout to Padster and Jimmy G, who both dislike Eskimo Joe for some unfathomable reason: WHAT IN THE NAME OF NORWEGIAN LEG-WARMERS WERE YOU THINKING?!
Bah, their loss. In summation, Eskimo Joe were awesome, especially when they did Older Than You and Smoke. From The Sea, of course, is always brilliant.
Gerling, who were before them, were not so good, but the angry bearded little lead singer guy is funny, in a "Jesus, he's a tosser" kind of way.

After that, Cait, EmT, Kelly, Steph and I trekked across impenetrable mountains, forded raging torrents and swung from vines, in order to traverse the great distance between Adelaide Uni and Pulteney Street. On the way, Steph had an epiphany: The reason girls like guys who drive flashy cars is purely because of the car's name.
Steph: You know, like Testarossa...testosterone...testicle...
Whether she would find a man attractive if he drove a car named "Scrotum" is at the moment an unasked question.
Upon arriving at Steph's car, we drove to our favourite McDonalds (passing a Ferarri Testarossa on the way). Unfortunately, Cory was nowhere to be found. Zip, however, was on hand, and we tormented him instead. Steph wanted him to try on the jacket from the Bratz toy she got in a Happy Meal. Zip, though, has evidently never met Carson Kressley, because he turned down this sage piece of fashion advice. We saw a pair of eleven year-olds on a toy motorbike going through the drive-thru; had this been a mere 5 minutes earlier, Alison and I would have run them down in the invisible pretend car we drove down the drive-thru in order to get Amelia a turkey and cranberry roll thingamijig. As it was, Steph was content to question their age and dress sense. As she pointed out, "The von Trapp children could make a whole wardrobe of costumes from your jeans!"

Then, home. I could have sworn I heard the phone ringing. Then I realised that, due to the awesome Eskimo Joe experience, it is my head rather than the phone that is ringing. Oh well. I shall just sleep in.
Have a good one, everybody! I know I have!

Looking for cool free stuff in all the wrong places.

Adelaide University is full of free stuff that is vaguely cool. It is also full of non-free stuff that is very cool. One must learn to differentiate between the two, or else the wallet gets a bit of a pounding on O'Week.

Before I talk about the Week of O, I'd first like to apologise to all of my friends who had to put up with my particularly bad moods over the past couple of days. You put up with my whinging, and I can imagine that's not all that easy to do. Thank you so much.

But on to O'Week...

So far, university life looks pretty damn good. There's so much to do at uni! EmT is trying to dragoon me into the Theatre Guild, which I may attempt, but may not. If anyone thinks I can actually be a decent actor, say "aye". *dead silence* Well then...
Other things I've almost joined include Sailing, Debating, Fencing and something about letting the Bible talk to you. This is solely so I can prove conclusively that the Bible, being a bound volume, is in fact incapable of speech.
The SocSci lecturer basically told us that we really don't need to turn up to lectures. The German lecturer didn't know what was going on. We didn't know what was going on with the International Politics lecturer. Only History is full-on. I look forward to this.

Apparently, Paris Hilton's mobile number was published on the internet. This, it seems, is an attempt to get her dating people even sleazier than Mark Philippoussis. Thank you to MSNToday for that useless piece of "quality journalism", my life would not have been complete without it. Could some enterprising soul please publish Kiera Knightley's number instead? It would be much appreciated...

Kristian's stuff from Germany came today. Boxes currently fill the dining room, living room, sitting room and hallway. You cannot manoeuvre in my house.

Anyway, I'm off. Bye all.

Ps. There is a new member on the Llamageek forum, who is the spitting image of RVSB, right down to the unjustified superiority complex. Take up arms and prepare to defend your opinions!

Meh.

Yep. Meh.
Anyone know how to cure me of a bad mood? Again??

Kablazmo

Mood is better. Thank you, Jo!

It appears my tagboard is non-functional at present. I have no idea when it will be rectified. The tagboard server thingo is currently AWOL. You'll know before me whether it's working again...

Good luck to the summer school maths guys for their exam later today (ie. 9am or thereabouts). If Raf is drowning his sorrows at the UniBar when I get there just after 13:00, we'll know how it went...but I'm sure they'll all do really well. So good luck, Jenkins, Raf, Ron and Andrew!

"I set fire to my friend."

Yeah. Jenkins quote. He's an odd one.

Today was the beginning of O'Week, and it was rather cool. My Social Science lecturer basically told all of us that we don't really need to turn up to lectures, as the notes are published on the myUni website. We were addressed in Bonython Hall by Professor James McWha, whom I've always wanted to meet just because of his name. McWha...cooooool.
Replaced my ring! Yay! Also, got myself a couple of new shirts. Em was rather surprised by the efficiency and rapidity of "guy shopping". On the way back to the uni, we were almost run down by some aggressive prams.

Jo showed off her acrobatic skills in a hastily thrown together show from her acro thingy. Rather impressive. Her contortions succeeded in stopping more than one person in their tracks. Just behind the acrobats was the AUU Fencing Club display, (wo)manned by Hilary Coleman. That girl is threatening with a sabre in her hand, but I managed a stay of execution (thus far), despite not joining. She also hates me now, for the reason that I only have 13 contact hours, as opposed to her thirty-something. Hehehehe... *gloating laugh*

Went to the Ballroom, and shot some pool. Fun.

Tomorrow is not only more uni, but also the IBO Awards Night, at the Adelaide Town Hall. Meh.

Anyone got a surefire way to cheer someone up?

Bis später!

"You know, I reckon it'd be difficult to pee in a urinal..."

The title of this blog entry is a pearl of wisdom from Em. Respect it. You know you yourself would be thinking exactly the same thing, but you don't have the courage to say it. Maybe.

Today was fairly boring, which is quite unfortunate, given the brilliance of the preceding days. Thus I do not have much to write about, which no doubt made you all breathe a sigh of relief.

The start of the University of Adelaide's O'Week is tomorrow, which shall be interesting. I shall be playing pool thereafter, but I apparently need to check out the Barr Smith Library tomorrow as well. And in the midst of all this, Jo is circusifying somewhere on the uni grounds. There is much transpiring.

That's all. Very short. As is the amount of time I have left before I pass out. Night all!

"I was baptised by a porn star."

First, I'd like to open this post by wishing a very happy 19th birthday to Ron, whose single brain cell defied the odds and has survived for almost two decades. And the government scientists said he was a lost cause...
In honour of this occasion, we all went to the Mitcham Reserve for a barbecue. I lost one of my rings! How unhappy. In the meantime, some rather drunk random people materialised and performed such urbane acts as sucking up tomato sauce and then regurgitating it on to the barbecue. Very sophisticated, I assure you. In the midst of all this, Jo, Steph and Em announced that they needed to use a bathroom. This was evidently of earth-shattering importance, so we adjourned to the Edinburgh Restaurant, to use their facilities. Apparently it wasn't a pleasant experience, and I'm sure Steph will regale you all with the details.

Once again, Steph acted as chauffeur, which was fine by Cait, Em and I, because we returned once again to McDonalds, to find our friend from the wee small hours of the morning. We discovered that he's the manager and his name is Cory, and his esteemed staff consist of some unco guy called Ben, Mac, Zip, Kif or something else with three letters, and a woman who must surely be a member of the McDonalds Gestapo. Cory was none too thrilled by our presence as we dined in, but we aimed to better our performance from 1:30am, and by God we did! This culminated in Steph ordering dipping sauce, to go with her cookies, and later, the cardboard from a boardgame. Speaking of cookies...
Cory (notices Steph walking to the counter): Oh God. Not again.
Steph: Hi, could I have cookies, please?
Cory: Sure. Is that dine-in or takeaway?
Steph: What's the difference? Do they come in a different box?
Cory (exasperated): Yes, they do!
Cory decided, as Steph munched her way through the boardgame, that she's "a bit feral."
Then we went through the drive-thru, twice. We were met at the ordering window by Zip, and we demanded that Cory deliver us the extra-large Coke that Steph ordered. He did, and then got an eyeful of a sign Steph had created using an old Subway bag:

WE LOVE CORY!

...well, not Bodie, he's straight.

The second time round, Steph decided to buy the traditional soft serve cone, but we believe Mac tipped off Cory, because he wasn't there when we got the ice cream. We came into contact with Gestapo Woman, though, as well as a drunk who declared that "there's no fuckin' froies!"

Unfortunately, this meant Cory did not see the endorsement on the next Subway bag:

CORY 4 AUSTRALIAN IDOL!

On the way home, as often happens in Steph's car, we had random discussions.

Steph: Yes, we're becoming like our American friends, we have to drink out of buckets now.

There then followed a peculiar conversation, with Steph and I commenting on the adult shop we had just passed, with Steph referring to porn star Jenna Jameson, while Em was telling us about where she was baptised, and Cait was trying to hop between the two, which inevitably led to confusion. Suffice to say, someone was baptised during a group orgy. Or maybe it was someone was having a group orgy in the midst of their baptism. Either way, the mind boggles. It also scrabbles, cluedos and battleships.

Another fun night! Cory, if you are reading this, you are a legend. See you next time!

(We believe Gestapo Woman may be Cory's girlfriend. This may have led to problems in their relationship. Hopefully not.)

Finally, it has been determined that some people are incapable of opening doors, as was shown to good effect at Maccas, when some poor, witless sap ignored the calls of "just push the handle down" and rushed headlong into the door. Yes, these portals between the worlds of the interior and the exterior are difficult to comprehend...

Bruises, Bollywood and Bothering Pimple-faced Maccas Employees

Hi ho, everyone. Well, last night/this morning have been good. Huzzah.

Firstly, it didn't start too well...Courtney messaged and said she couldn't come to the O'Ball, so now I have to work out what to do with a spare ticket. I believe Cait wants it, though, so that shouldn't be a problem.
Then, we played indoor soccer. We won 6-4, with Paddy scoring a well-deserved hat trick, Damon Maslen and Huw Hayes playing brilliantly, and I got two goals, with one from a free kick. Cheers especially to Maz and Hayesy, who stayed around after their own game to give us a hand. Maz came away with a goal for his troubles, on top of standing in as keeper for a while and being HUGE in goals, and Hayesy almost scored a couple of times, never quite getting there but being an influential player, and his great goalkeeping skills resulted in a well-saved penalty.
Injury of the week: left shin, which is now fairly swollen. Meh. I'll live.
Note to woman on opposition team: I am not intimidated by you saying "I'm gonna fucking kill ya, mate!" I'm not going to stop playing just because you want me to. So there!

After that, Maz gave me a lift into town, where I met up with Jo, Ali, Kel, Steph, Sally, Jenkins, Ron, Mia, Caitlin and Emo, in order for us to see Bride & Prejudice, the Bollywood take on Jane Austen's classic. Classic understatement: it was bloody awful!!! Cait, Steph and I walked out after 25 minutes, and presently made our way to Rundle Mall KFC, where Steph delighted in getting a SpongeBob Squarepants toy thingy that says "boing" a lot. Midway through our stay at this distinguished eating establishment, two people walked in: one was the most decrepit old man you have ever seen (except you didn't see him, so he's the most decrepit old man you've never seen), and he was accompanied by a woman who can only be described with one word: slut. But not just any slut. This one was wearing a black...thing, which terminated at her hips, accompanied by a black g-string (oh yes, stylish, I know). Not hoping to offend any feminists or large people among my readership (I'm not exactly small myself), but suffice to say, this girl could well do with an extended stay at a Jenny Craig health farm. The back of her legs were pockmarked with what appeared to be cigarette burns, and the only things that come close to resembling her footwear are sheep. The people at the table beside us were going to be physically sick (as they did not hesitate to tell the store manager, who promptly agreed with them), and I believe Steph was physically sick. It was...an experience. And not one we care to repeat.

Afterwards, we all met up in Rundle Mall, where Steph and I belted out some Robbie Williams jazz tunes, before Steph recited the Monty Python "Silly Walk" sketch (and was approached by some enormously drunk, decrepit man...not the sugar daddy of the sheep-wearer, but Adelaide seems to breed these sorts of people). Next, we went in search of coffee, but Cibo was closed. Luckily, the man in the shop gave us all of the pastries they had left over from the day! Score!
We eventually did get our coffee, and then Steph kindly arranged to drop Kel, Cait and I home. This we did in a very roundabout manner, until, having taken Kel home, we attended the closest 24 hour McDonalds. What followed was pure comedy, and will also doubtless be documented at www.theshow-offmustgoon.blogspot.com and www.evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com , but here's my version for all to see.
We decided to line up in the Maccas drive thru, though none of us were sure if we really wanted anything, so as we came up to the window...
Maccas guy: Hi, welcome to McDonalds. What would you like?
Steph: Actually, we've decided we don't actually want anything. We're just passing through.
Maccas guy (with demonic frown): Just drive through.
As we were about to leave the drive thru, I decided I wanted caffeine. So we went around again. When the Maccas guy saw us lining up again, his face was a mask of befuddlement. It was like he was thinking, wait a second. Didn't they go through a second ago?
Maccas guy (confused): Er...hi.
Steph: All this driving is making us thirsty. Can we have a small drink, Coke?
Maccas guy (raised eyebrow and slightly annoyed): $1.50, and drive down to the last window.
Bodie: Oh, don't worry. We know how to drive through.
Having done that, Steph then decided that she wanted to buy something cheap. So around we went again, and this time, the Maccas guy wasn't there! We thought he'd decided to ignore us, but then he reappeared. When he saw a grinning Steph waiting for him, though...
Maccas guy: Oh God.
Steph (laughing): All that drink has made us hungry. Can we have a soft serve?
Maccas guy (scowling): 50 cents!
Steph: Thank you very much, and thanks for your patience.
Maccas guy (pissed off): Last window!!
We briefly entertained the idea of going back for chips, but we decided that it might rouse the McDonalds Police to action, so we quit while we were ahead.

Looooooooooong blog entry, I know, but thanks for reading it! It was a great night/morning, and it's cool to hang out with everyone. Barbecue today. That should be fun. I look forward to that, too. Have a good one, everyone!

Smile like you mean it...

...and, somewhat incredibly, I do mean it today. Why is this? Well, for starters, it's the FIRST TIME SINCE MONDAY THAT I'VE ACTUALLY BEEN OUT OF THE HOUSE!! WOOOO!
Somewhat more to the point, I got to spend money today, and once again, we thank the Roman Goddess of Debt, Visa, for giving us a card on which to charge things. I got a Nautica t-shirt, a long-sleeve shirt to go with it (down from $70.00 to $28.85! Cheers, Myer!), and a Canterbury backpack. All in all, I did rather well for myself today, and I only spent just over $100! I am pleased.

Tonight, I'm playing indoor soccer against a team we have beaten before, but this time we don't have Ron keeping. We may be in difficulties. However, this time we have Patrick, which is gooooood. Maybe the PatFute Cannon can score another five or six...

After soccer I'm somehow making my way to town to meet up with Jo, Jenkins, Cait, Steph, Ali, Kel, and most likely other people who deserve a mention but who aren't going to get one because I'm lazy. We're off to see a film. I couldn't really care less which film, I just want to catch up with everyone.

I feel light-headed. This may be due to the fact I haven't eaten anything all day, and the sum total of my fluid intake has been a glass of lemonade. I may need to change this situation soon.

Meh, Kadds will be whinging tonight when we get on field to play indoor soccer. "I wanna move to the men's division! Why do we have to have a mixed team?" I might organise an injury...

Oh well, 's all good. Wish us luck!

...that's luck to win the game, not luck to injure Kadds. Actually, either one is welcome...

Wordly goods, February edition

The word of the month for February was created on the night of Wednesday, 16 February, by Alison.

aliobui (alEO-boi) (n.): witness-verifiable reason why Alison cannot attend USC classes. Other spelling: aliobi. See also: laziness, apathy, hangover.

Just a quick note...

Steph's right. Working out where to put tagboard and counter codes is not easy. At least, not for one so code-illiterate as I. But, even so, they are there now. Huzzah. Cait got the first tag dance. She now has bragging rights, I believe.
I forgot the traditional Stephanie reference in the last post, so this one has two to make up for it.

"Leading the fight, one man fate has made indestructible. His name..."

...Jason O'Conal! No, wait...Captain Scarlet! Aaah, how fabulously retro. Who doesn't love the Gerry Anderson supermarionations? Captain Scarlet...wicked!!

Incidentally, speaking of Jason...there is a campaign underway to save Star Trek: Enterprise. Whether it has a chance is unknown, but throw your weight behind it, people, or else Captain Archer will never be seen outside of syndication again!
And for all of you Star Trek: Mariner readers out there, Carpe Diem has just been sent to www.twguild.com to be published, and work is well under way for the latest one, which is tentatively titled Find and Follow, although I'm not too pleased with that title. Not giving too much away, it involves many many people I know, as well as Captain Ducane of the timeship Relativity, and Adelaide, circa 2004! Hello, UniBar! Stay tuned, Trekkers and Trekkies alike...

Was very sick this morning, and have no idea why. Seems everyone is getting sick for no reason recently. Ah well, all good now. Maybe I haven't had enough coffee recently.

Tomorrow will probably be as boring as today was, but for the fact I haven't been awake for much of today. Maybe I'll go and spend money, that's always good. Something historical, maybe...I've been reading about the US Civil War, and I've come to the conclusion that, as usual, the Americans screwed up. Majorly. They're very good at that.

Meh, time for some Yahoo! Pool and some coffee, methinks. Have a good day, everyone!

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Well, I'm sitting here at close to 1am, playing Yahoo! Pool against Paddy and having (barely) survived a ridiculously silly chat with Sheepy, Jenkins and co. Jason couldn't help but say "macroscopic" a fair few times, but we shall let that slide...

While I'm up, here's a couple of shouts out to some of my good mates who have blogs:

• Caitlin's always-informative www.evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com (which gets a mention primarily because www.blowingupspace.blogspot.com got a mention on there too!!)
• Steph's excellent and dry-witted www.theshow-offmustgoon.blogspot.com , which gets an award simply for its reference to Robbie Williams in the title!
• www.faceofreason.blogspot.com is Ron's contribution to the world of blogging. He's lazy, so don't expect too many updates, but there is a tagboard, and that's always cool.

Okay, not many ads in this post. But I wasn't being paid for it. Anyone else wishing an entry can mail me AU$50.00 or equivalent. Alternatively, you could just ask. Or mention this blog in your own. Or be an acquaintance of mine.

No coffee today, Lotte had to cancel. This is most unfortunate for me, but it gives the coffee plantations in Colombia a reprieve until the next time.

Sleep well, all. I know I won't.

All the world is a stage, and the acting is abysmal

Meh. Another fairly boring day. Didn't feel well when I woke up; for this reason I went back to sleep and didn't wake up until 1:30. Walked to the video store (woo! Exercise!), then walked to the bakery (woo! Pie!).

I have discovered that Kadds is an idiot. Two days ago I asked him to check to see if Thuc could play indoor soccer on Friday, because we need a girl in our team, owing to it being in the mixed division. Today he messages me and asks, "So can Thuc play?" HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?! I ASKED HIM TO CHECK!!
So now somehow we need to come up with a girl to play on Friday...

I'm confused about a lot of things. It's bad for me, surely. Ali insists I think too much. I think she might be right. Maybe I should think about this some more...or maybe not, wasn't that the whole point?!

I have also discovered that the old axiom "what goes up must come down" applies equally to my CD towers as it does to satellites, when they (the CD towers, not the satellites) suddenly crashed to my floor this morning. I'm not sure whether to blame the cats, Isaac Newton, a poltergeist or all of the above. It's left me with some damaged CD cases, dammit!

People in South Australia are incapable of driving, as the very big dent in the side of the petrol pump at the local Mobil proves. Steph, that wasn't you, was it? (yep, there's the traditional Steph reference. Happy now?)

*cough* *choke* *wheeze*

In conclusion, buy the Killers album. It is cool. Not as good as Eskimo Joe's "A Song Is A City", or Franz Ferdinand, but great nonetheless. How this is a logical conclusion to what I have written so far is completely beyond me, and I don't really care.

Oh, and Ron's 19th is coming up. I'm surprised the government let him live that long, and I severely doubt they'll let him breed, but in any event, happy birthday, mate!

Caffeine. Now. Not later. Now.

Wenn ist das Nunstrück git und Slotermeyer? Ja! .. Beiherhund das Oder die Flipperwaldt gersput!

*Sigh* what a boring day. When the highlight is "I went to the bakery and got a Thai chicken curry pie for lunch", you know you're in trouble...

Let's see...what's happening over the next few days? Not much, really, although on Thursday Lotte and I are going to demonstrate our mutual love of coffee. Hopefully Colombia had a bumper crop of coffee beans this year, or the rest of the world may suffer a shortage...

I have discovered that motor scooters were not designed for people wearing business suits.
I have also discovered that it is infinitely funny to watch the Unley High School students who trudge wearily past my house every weekday to go to school. Ha! They go to school! When will they learn...

...and I just realised that that is an awful pun. Please excuse it, it wasn't intended.

O'Week is coming up shortly (which many of us are looking forward to, but a certain friend of mine, who isn't even going to uni, is not...hehehe), and after that is the O'Ball, which everyone is looking forward to, owing to the presense of Eskimo Joe.

It is quite amusing to look at websites about song meanings. There is a thread on www.songmeanings.com about Jenny Was A Friend Of Mine, the song by the Killers. People find it strange that it has an underlying theme of murder. This is by a group called the Killers. Kill-ers. Kill-ers. Wow, surprised me too. Idiots.

...and continuing a theme, I have to mention Steph in this post somewhere. So I have done so. Huzzah.

I think caffeine is needed right about now.

Wake me when...no, wait. Don't wake me.

Yeah. I got up a little while ago. It's 1:50pm and I just got out of the shower. Parents say "you sleep too much." I disagree. Sleeping in would have been waking up at 4:00 (which is not outside the realms of possibility).
Concussion is a wonderful thing. The dreaded headache is back! Note to Cait: touching wood did not help, and nor did two aspirins. Ah well, it'll clear up by indoor soccer on Friday, where I will be injured someplace else. What's next on the list of injuries? Hmm...

14 February is officially over. Yahoo! Back to non-commercially-fed sadness...

Anyone who wants a good laugh should go to http://thebeginners.net , which is great for reading what's actually going on in the world. According to Alfie and Perry, the definition of Emails is "porn"...how true...my gmail Spam folder is full of porn newsletters this afternoon. Thank you to everyone in the pornography industry for diligently trying to keep me up-to-date with what's going on in the world of lesbian co-ed barely legal schoolgirls, or horny housewives left home alone in Midwest USA, but I'm certain I can do without.

I resolve never to read The Advertiser again (although I have made this promise five hundred and ninety-seven times in the past fortnight, to no avail). Why are people so stupid??? Yet more nonsense about Bec and Lleyton, the all-Australian couple. Yet more whinging about Charles and Camilla. Yet more twaddle from Andrew McLeod, talking about Gary Ayres. Quality journalism? More like Woman's Day.
Steph, if you're reading this...when you become a journalist, for Fates' sake work for The Independent Weekly!!

Well, that's it from me right now. I have *shudder* housework to do. If (as my parents are quick to point out) I have no say in how the house is run because it's not my house, it's theirs, then why do I have to clean it up??
Tune in next time, folks...

The end of the world...

...or maybe not. Yes, boredom can be the catalyst for such things, but instead of rampaging around the neighbourhood, stringing people up while creating my own doomsday machine, I have instead decided to write a blog. Yes, I can hear you groaning. But this one is different to all the others. For one, I complain...well, the others do too. So...I write about stuff that happens to me! No, wait, already done. Um...
...oh, to hell with it. No one else's blog is written by me. Therefore this one is unique. HA!

Okay, a bit about me...oh, wait. I said I wasn't trying to destroy the world, not least through boredom. There goes that idea...

A friend of mine, Steph, wrote in her blog that she's noticed some changes, not only in herself, but in her friends and acquaintances as well, since she's finished secondary school. I, for one, could not agree more, but that's in regards my school friends rather than hers. She also said that she's learnt not to trust anyone these days, and that I agree with too. How unfortunate. Unluckily, this is what life amounts to: distrust of people you once thought you could trust. When I was at school, I more or less knew everyone in our year, and while I wasn't friends with all of them, I didn't hate any of them (with one or two exceptions, but that's by the by). I had a pretty large group of "close friends", though, and I naturally assumed that this wasn't going to change when the final bell rang, after we left the Big Quad for the last time, after we had drunk that champagne the school arranged for us (cheers!), and after we had shook hands and sworn that we would stay in touch.
...pfft...
Nowadays, the vast majority of my friends are people whom I didn't know even existed when I did my exams. Yeah, there are a handful of ex-Saints with whom I still keep in regular contact, but not nearly as many as I would have thought back in December. Some have just disappeared off the face of the Earth, others have learnt the fine art of betrayal from Brutus. How times change...

Bah. Who needs 'em? I'll just play pool in the UniBar, hang around with my new friends, and here comes university.

By this time you're thinking "I wish he'd bloody well SHUT UP!", so I shall. Until later. Mwahahahaha.
...and in the immortal words of Patrick Koehler, "I am Mr MacKenzie! I have a beard!"