Hot pot of coffee!!

This weekend has been pretty awesome, and people have been tagging on my tagboard a lot. Hi, everyone!
Anyway, on with the tale!

Yesterday I went to my hairdressers for a cut and colour. My hair is now dark red with black streaks. In some light, it's mauve. I like it lots! Besides that, I had a cappuccino there.
After that was done, I went and got a new shirt (a Triple J top from the ABC Shop), before meeting Kelly out the front of Government House. I insisted she would look great with dark red hair. She disagreed. So I took her to Axia Hair to see Rick, who agreed with me.
We went to Boost Juice so Kel could get a berry smoothie. Then, I got a Snacker burger from KFC (it was rather tasteless and unfilling), before Kel came back to my place so I could drop off some stuff. Then, we went to her place, where we watched Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy. It was hilarious. "Brick, where did you get a hand granade?"
We also played pool, before heading off to Shaun's place. Kelly's driving was once again faultless, and we arrived in one piece. Well, not really, unless the car, Kelly and I suddenly coalesced into one singular entity.

Shaun's was cool. I met So-Lou for the second or third time, whichever. She's cool. Like, very cool. She called me attractive! Admittedly, she called everyone else attractive, too. But I'm not complaining...
We went and played spotlight in Blackwood Park. Jacob was a pro. I did well in most games. Kel and Ali disappeared for a while. They were good at hiding, not so good at getting back.
When we got back to Shaun's, we played pool and five-cent poker, while watching Bride of Chucky and Little Nicky. Dangerous Tom materialised as Simon left. Much talking, laughing and so on occurred, before Kelly kindly offered to drive Denley, Edward and I home. I got home at 3am, and promptly dropped a casserole dish out of the fridge, spilling lots of...whatever mum and dad had for dinner all over the carpet. I ate a Mars bar and went to bed, where I stayed until 1:30 this afternoon.

Today was boring. It involved a German assignment. On the upside, I was given $20 by my uncle.

Bestest of best best wishes to Courtney, after her accident today!

Strawberries, SkyCity and Stupid Channel [v] SMS

Well then, well then, well then...
Another uni week is at an end. So begineth a new one, which will have even more work than the one that just finished. Bah.

I arrived at the esteemed University of Adelaide at 11:00 to sit through a boring History lecture, before going off to my History tute, which was more interesting. Then, went up to the bar...how surprising. Maz visited today, and he beat me at pool. Funzo, Denley, Simon, Monkey, JAmes, Duo and I played Five-Cent-Poker...I started with 75c and ended up with $2.80, which I think was a good return. Courtney was in the bar, and before going to soccer I walked with her to her bus stop. Then, to soccer I went!

We won soccer 10-3, though the other team had a ridiculous amount of substitutions. For instance, four minutes into the first quarter, they replaced their entire team! Caitlin was there, and I was on the sidelines for most of the game...the flu has still left me with some breathing problems...I might have to go walking again. I played one quarter...an unco girl on their team walked into my foot and fell over...while I was standing still. Raf, as always, played magnificently, and Sarah dominated scoring. Kadds was as formidable in defence as a wall of titanium-reinforced steel, and Stevo was everywhere. Kudos to Patrick for his last-second goal.
Thus won, Raf and I went to town to meet with Dangerous Tom, Ali, JAmes, Simon and Denley.

When we got there, Denley was trying to invent a Mobile Goulash Vehicle. I bought a marble mocha from Hudsons, and we all bought packs of five Snickers for only $1.49 at Woolworths. We took the CityFree bus to the markets, where Raf and Tom ate much Asian food. Ali and JAmes went and got many strawberries, which were decidedly yummy. Outside the markets, Simon pointed to a nearby pub and suggested we go there. Unfortunately, he was indicating the Hampshire, a well-known gay bar. Do not sing the song. But we decided then to go to SkyCity, to see how Pat was doing on the poker tables.

Pat evidently did well, winning $21. But he was gone by the time we arrived. Instead, Denley chatted with his dad, before we wandered around, checking out roulette tables and Loco, the new casino bar. JAmes suggested we go to Hungry George, which sounded good to me, as I hadn't yet eaten, but for two of Ali's strawberries, which, as I said, were yummy. So we went to Hungry George, and I got a chicken burger combo, with Coke, because I was weary. The chicken burger was good. In the meantime, Channel [v] was playing behind us, and we read the SMS replies to the question "What fires you up?"
Some of the agreeable responses were:

• "Those emos who think they're really hardcore and wear wristbands that say "punk" on them and go all black."
• "People telling me what fires them up!!"
• "SIMPLE PLAN!!!"

Some of the odder ones included:

• "Slow arse drivers." From this, we can see that, when driving your arse, do so in a speedy fashion.
• "Gurlz who have a sexy ass body and dont show it off!" Note to all gurlz: if you have a sexually-pleasing donkey, you must parade it.
• "My gf when she hooks up with other guys coz I'm ugly and she's hot. LOL. Love you sexy!" Um. Yes.

Raf was almost comatose at Hungry George, so we decided we would call it an early night. On the way back to the cars, a woman came up to Dangerous Tom, tried to hug him, then squeezed his backside. Tom says she put her hand in his back pocket, maybe looking for his wallet. Simon reckons she just wanted to touch him. Either way, we think she was drunk and unscrupulous.

And now I'm home again. The cricket is interesting. Yay.
Goodnight all!

Learning about BAFöG

BAFöG: Bundesausbildungsförderungsgesetz: a grant system for university students. Just so you know...

What did we learn today?
a. If I had a theory about particle physics, I could not know that I have a headache. Or something. This is according to our Philosophy lecturer.
b. If you put two plastic fake decoy does in a field, mule deer will crowd around them, and even being shot will not make them leave.
c. Janelle has a ticklish stomach.
d. The UniBar needs a new soundtrack.
e. A little bottom-left spin does wonders for your pool game.
f. Tara = hug addict (as Woolfie discovered).
g. Tate's birthday = Friday, 2 September...the day after mine!

What didn't we learn today?
a. The secret to eternal life.
b. How to win Killer.
c. How to play Killer without antagonising Woolfie/Tate/Kel. =)

Anyone got any idea what colour my hair should be? Because it's getting coloured on Saturday...

Never iron your cat when wet.

An edited observation...

Owing to pressure from Funzo the Court-Jester, I have reneged on one of my previous statements.

It's true. Tonight, I invaded Nicaragua.
...or maybe Zanzibar...I was never good with names...

Observations, stuff seen and heard and stuff...best title ever...

I did my Comparative Politics presentation today, about Germany and Japan. Apparently, it was good. That's something out of the way, at least. I found out my tutor has been to Cuba a few times. How awesome.

Stuff listened to on Janelle's MP3 player: Good Riddance (Time of Your Life), Holiday, Boulevard of Broken Dreams, Letterbomb, Whip It
Stuff currently belting out of my stereo: The entire American Idiot album. At a volume high enough to have already moved my bed a bit...
Stuff listened to recently: Get It Faster, Sweetness, and for a slight change, Hymn to Red October

Anger-making thing to see today, #1: Two African guys were standing on the pavement outside the SA Museum on North Terrace, when an old, beat-up blue Ford ute sped past. The driver, some tattooed idiot wearing a blue beanie, a singlet, and with a dodgy moustache, shouted "FUCKING NIGGERS" at the two African guys. Who were just standing there. Minding their own business. Yep, Australians love their multicultural society...

I beat Patrick in pool today! Yay for me. Then Tate beat me. That wasn't quite so good.

Courtney sends the best messages. And perfectly-timed, rather like Ali's, but from Courtney.

Janelle and Jacob were busily at war, playing Snap, which was won by HungarianDenley. As opposed to ChineseDenley, whom I have never met and who probably doesn't exist.

Anger-making thing to see today, #2: North Terrace again, while I'm waiting for my bus...a (I'm tempted to say "girl" for the reason that she's only a bit older than me, but I shall say) woman from my German tute, who is currently pregnant, is crossing the road. A souped-up Commodore speeds round the corner, driven by a P-plater and full to capacity with his passengers. It speeds up and then swerves around her, with a squeal of breaks. As if it's really impressive. You could hear them laughing before the doof-doof of their "fully sick subwoofer" took over. Dickheads.

ExtremeHunting ClassicMoment: Some guy who seems to be of Greek descent sometimes plays Extreme Hunting. He did today. He pumped some $20 into the machine and did badly. How badly? He got to the Squirrel Hunt bonus, and only shot eight of them in thirty seconds.

Somewhat sadly, Kel didn't come to uni today. The bar seemed empty...

How good is the weather? YAY for sunshine!

What didn't I do today? Play darts. Go to German lecture. Invade a small country.

On sleepless roads the sleepless go

I'm sure I had something profound and thought-provoking to write, but it eludes me at the moment.

I don't like this...
Screw everything. Note "thing", not "one".

STOP PRESS, part II

I take back what I said before. Kelly is currently singing/dancing to Jimmy Eat World. It is very cute. I mean, very. Seriously. Couldn't be cuter if she were a puppy.

So who is cool?

Here at Blowing Up Space, I sometimes forget that maybe some people reading my blog have no idea who I'm talking about, because they don't know anyone. Also, in response to a certain attempt to divisively list who's cool and who's not cool on a particular website, I feel the need to rectify this situation. So, this is...

The Blowing Up Space Galaxy of Greatness
Dedicated to all great people I know

Kel: You don't get much more awesome than Kel. The nicest person ever, honest and sweet (but not cute, or else she may kill me). Everyone likes Kelly. And she's an awesome driver. AND she has awesome taste in music and comedy and television and movies and everything.

Ali: It's incredible. Ali has an awful sense of time; she's ALWAYS late. However, she has a brilliant sense of timing; if you're feeling down, she knows exactly what to say, and she says it at the perfect moment, even if she doesn't realise you need it. Besides this, Ali knows everything about what's going on where, with whom, how and why.

EmO: EmO loves cake. It makes her go odd, which is pretty funny. She's funny anyway, but also a really fun person to be around. YAY EmO!

EmT: Different to EmO (hence her being EmT). I can't seem to beat her when playing pool, and she's ultra good at darts, which makes her a force to be reckoned with in the UniBar. She also does History and German. And she lives just up the street from me. Honestly, you can't get much greater than that. Oh, and there's also the bit about EmT being really funny and nice and smart and generally brilliant etc etc, but that was a given, wasn't it?

Jojo: The word "eclectic" comes to mind. Jo is the personification of ZanzibarRandom. Recently, she went to Bali, and brought me back a wicked postcard and a sculpted woodwork thingo that I think is supposed to make fun of how I usually sit. Jo is the resident GrinspoonFreak, as well as CircusFreak, and I don't doubt that she could contort so she could fit in a matchbox. Jo wins!

Amelia: She goes by many names: Mia, Zorro, Amelia, Devil, and others, I am sure. Mia is as odd as they come, and that is really cool, because she's ridiculously fun to be around. She has a farm (the aforementioned ZorroFarm), which is where we all went for her 18th. When she has a sword (pronounced with the 'w'), look out, or she'll hack you to pieces...

Caitlin: It is because of Kelly and then Caitlin that I was introduced to Green Day. This alone means I love both of them to bits. But there's more than that, surely. Well, yes...Cait is cool. Wow, I know that's an original statement. But she can drive, she can organise, she can barbecue, she can play Halo, she can make a song about Warthogs from Halo, she can make DVDs, and she can do many other things. Yep. Great!

JAmes: I've finally relinquished my objections and added the capital 'A' to JAmes' name. The reason for this is that he's pretty cool. I mean, even his blog ("The Kool-Hut") points to this. JAmes makes models of stuff for uni. When he's not making models of stuff, he's drawing. When he's not drawing, he's playing darts or pool or drinking cheap alcohol at the Casino. Kool.

Denley: Denley is a nerd. He is also Hungarian. This means that he can eat goulash while talking about the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle or some such. Simultaneously. That's a pretty neat effort. He also lives in a bathroom. He has a SNES! WICKED!! Besides this, he's good at pool and darts. Did I mention he's Hungarian?

Jacob: Known around the world (well, maybe not) as Funzo, Jacob has the ability to lightly bop the Extreme Hunting machine with his fist, say "eeeeeyyyyyyyy", and hey presto, a million mooses die. He has an aversion to sheep and goats. Other than that, he's quite hilarious (have you read his questionable quotes?!)

Dangerous Tom: As his name suggests, Tom is dangerous. His other monickers include Tom O'Danger, ChiefDanger and Just Tom. Which is like Just Right, except it's a cereal made from Tom. Dangerous Tom could kill with a thought if he wanted to. Well, maybe not, but he's very good at darts...I'm sure he could kill with them. He is a fan of schnitzels, pool and going out. He often comes to our soccer games, which is cool, because he is also good at spectating. Liked by all. He's a Renaissance Man.

Andrew Stevenson: The famed Stevo. Despite what he says, Andrew is the most loyal person you will ever, ever meet. He has been likened by Mia to ye knights of olde. I'm not inclined to disagree. Stevo also has wicked tastes in music, including Dire Straits and the occasional Depeche Mode. Anyone who likes Depeche Mode is awesome. Besides this, he's just generally good. Like, one of those people who you can say "he's a good man". That's Stevo in a nutshell.

Juan: Juan has decided to emulate Willy Loman, but with greater success...he's become a door-to-door salesman. He has the ambition to one day run for the presidency of the Philippines. When it comes to everything, Juan is savvy. As his Holden Astra, Condoleezza, is evidence for.

Mike Henry: I have to admit, I think I have, in the past, been guilty of not being quite fair to Mike. I mean, not hostile or anything. But just, "oh, it's Mike" sorta thing, not really paying attention. Why, I don't know. But, in my defence, I now believe Mike to be cool. I probably did to begin with anyway. But he plays guitar, he gets movies with a nudge, a wink and his employeeship at VideoEzy, and he bears Pringles! Plus, he's going out with Jo. There's nothing uncool about any of that...HI MIKE!

Shaun: I don't know Shaun as well as some of the other Blackwood guys, but that doesn't mean to say he's not a great guy. Indeed, he has an awesome blog, he likes dragons, his computer has an orange power supply and Kelly says he's cool. Which is good enough for me.

So-Lou: Whereas I vaguely know Shaun, I think I've said hi to So-Lou about twice. BUT have you seen how bloody awesome her artwork is?! Also she's going out with Shaun. Kelly says she's cool. See above.

Padster: Pat Coleman, the MegaGenius, SuperSoccerPlayer and Mathemagician. He's good at everything...except, according to him, English essays. Which he still got a 7 for in the IB. Go figure. Pat's money earnings are rising ever higher, thanks to TopCoder. Soon, poker as well. He's awesomely good. Can someone stop him? I'm feeling inadequate...but seriously, he's cool. Just ask anyone.

Lauren: Lauren loves the goth/punk scene, and makes it look good. She's got a thing for anime, monkeys (but not in the Raf style), Gerard Way fromMy Chemical Romance , and Dylan. I believe Dylan tops the list. Lauren went to see Green Day live. I am envious. She also lists Melbourne as the best city in the country, which, of course, it is. But I'll still stay here...no one sees enough of Lauren, except maybe Dylan.

Courtney: No one sees enough of Courtney, either. She also happens to be Lauren's sister. Both have a habit of not being seen. That is very saddening. Spookily, Courtney and I dyed our hair black at roughly the same time, without realising. Whoa! Very paranormal-like, hey! Courtney likes tea. Also, hot chocolate. Also, Green Day, the Killers and My Chemical Romance. I do not know My Chemical Romance, but I agree with the first two. YAY for Courtney!

Raf: His middle name is Dean. All similarities with Dean Martin would stop there, except Raf also sings, albeit in his sleep. Raf loves his sport: basketball, netball, soccer, cricket...you name it, he's willing to take part. Sometimes, his music leaves a bit to be desired. And he sometimes wears a purple jacket. This gets him bashed by Jenkins. Raf is still cool. Believe it.

Ron: The other half of the R duo, Ron is the best keeper since Lev Yashin. He is very intense about his soccer. It has to be seen to be believed. He is also intense about pool, programming and schnitzels. Ron is awesomely awesome at all of that, especially eating schnitzels that Raf bought.

Jenkins: The pool-playing ninja himself. Deadly with a pool cue as well as darts, Jenkins lives in Gepps Cross, where he has a pool table of his own. He also has Retroku nearby. He maims and destroys everyone. He is also, apparently, a programming genius, but I don't understand it anyway. And anyone who can do stuff I don't understand is great.

Keith: I don't know Keith too well. But he has a band that may be called Sparring With Cheese. That is the best name ever. Keith wins too.

Miss Moonshine: Once she decides on a new first name, I will use that. But for now, Miss Moonshine it is! She's cool. I mean, really. She drinks more coffee than me. I thought that would be fatal. Evidently not. How awesome.

There are more people who should be on this list. But it's taken a long time just to get to here. So I shall stop. But that's your intro, everyone.

A hard-earned hunger needs a big hot stew, and the best hot stew is Den: Denley's Goulash

We went somewhere exciting on Friday night! But first, a recap.

On Friday, we went to uni. Woo. I went to my History tutorial, which was pretty cool. My tutor is named Julie, is quite young and very nice, which meant I had no problem with missing the first tute.
On entering the bar at 13:00 I was gratified to find Kelly, Tom, Zane, Emma and other people. Kelly and I went searching for Optus credit, and Jacob and I went hunting. Again. What a surprise.
Before soccer, we were joined by Ali, Jo, Mia, Caitlin and Juan. As we were leaving uni, we ran into two people: Paul from Saints, who was ruing our first loss in seven years to PAC in the annual physics quiz (Juan and he had a quick chat), and also JAmes, who joined us as we ventured to the Markets, listening to Kasey Chambers, who was quickly dubbed "Kasey Chafers" by the ever-quick JAmes. GodRock station LifeFM told us to pray for someone. I did not.
We decided to eat at the Markets, but first we had to find Denley, who wandered in every direction except the one we were in. When we entered the food court, we were treated to many new and exotic ideas, including:

• Wet ho fun
• Dry ho fun
• Mr Soya
• Li's Mouth Magic
• Broken rice
• Pig liver heart tongue
• Jubilant Snack
• Curry puff desserts

I simply ate a cup of mixed berry yoghurt from The Yoghurt Shop, and then we had to leave speedily for Stepney, for soccer.

We arrived at soccer to some unwelcome news: we were to play our arch-nemesis, the DBTs. Ron, who was not going to play, decided instead to come on and keep. This was my first game since coming down with the flu several weeks ago, and I only played the last quarter, having no impact at all except for not covering my man properly, which left Ron wide open and off-guard, which led to a DBT goal. Despite this, we were victorious, winning 13-2, with Sarah, Patrick, Maz, Kadds, Stevo and I think Raf getting among the scoring. Juan and I were hated by Pink-Sock Mullet Man, because Juan cheered when Patrick had a cracker of a shot which happened to smash their keeper in the face and knock her for six. PSMM then tried to grab me through the netting. PSMM is a dick.

As his parents are nowhere to be found, Denley invited us to his famed GoulashPalace, and I sojourned with Kelly to his place in Belair. Upon arrival we were greeted by a pyjama-wearing Ed, and we proceeded to play Super Mario Bros. 3 very badly. Well, I did anyway. Ron left for a short time to get food, and I got a Whopper. I haven't had one for ages, and I'd forgotten how absolutely fantastic they are!
We watched Kung-Fu Hustle, which was a most amusing and entertaining film. Hehe, Brother Sum dances a lot while murdering people with axes. The film ended with me desperately wanting a lollipop.
There was a MegaOrgy on Denley's bed, involving Kelly, Denley, Mia and Tom, which led to many questionable quotes, which I unfortunately cannot recall at present. Poor Kelly, however, had her chest rolling-pinned by Mia, who in turn was being squashed by Denley, who in his tired stupor was raving madly about goulash. I would hazard a guess that Kelly is feeling a bit flat, and Tom considers himself lucky, considering the close (but not quite there) proximity of various elbows to his groin at various times.
By 1:30, we decided it was time to retire to our various homes, and Kel was kind enough to drive me home, during which time she showed again that she is an awesomely good driver. Amelia agrees. And now I have a desire to sleep.

Good luck to the St Peter's Third XI, who have their intercol against PAC at 8:30 today!

Also, a sizeable shout to Courtney, because, as Tom would say, it's the RightThingToDo™.

Goodnight all.

EL-E-VA-TION!

Speaking of elevation, Ali and I saw the innards of the Union House lift...not a pretty sight. Some maintenance guy was doing surgery on it. Maybe making it faster. Or trying to cure the fact that between levels three and five it mysteriously disappears...

We played darts at uni today, some game where you get a set number, and you have to hit that number thrice. When you do, you become a Killer. I wanted to be Brandon Flowers, but they wouldn't let me. While being a Killer, you then aim at other people's numbers, in order to Kill (yes, in capitals) them. You are also not allowed to sing, which made me believe that the name should be changed, so that it's not misleading. How about, when you get the number, you become a Jimmy Barnes? Oh well...
I became the first Killer. I also became the first to be Killed. Janelle thought she might win, but she didn't bank on the fact that Raf was in her base killing her doods. Raf won. We didn't.

Jacob and I dominated on Extreme Hunting, and we made the elk squeal. Unfortunately, the moose didn't read the script, and I wasn't able to kill the SuperMonsterMoose, which meant we lost, with a respectable score, but lost nonetheless.
Denley, in the meantime, is scheming to take over the world and make us all sing about goulash. Those pesky Hungarians...

As I, of course, love the Student Union (BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *choke*), I paid my Student Services Fee today. They better be bloody happy...

mmmm...Kentucky Fried Chicken...they should have chicken shooting on Extreme Hunting...that would be hilarious...

Why I should be a cricket commentator

Simon Hill (SBS Ashes host): "You have to say, Australia's batsmen are doing well. The highest score in the 4th innings ever at Old Trafford has been 231...they're 5/213 now...that's pretty impressive..."
Greg Matthews (former Australian test cricketer): "I have to say I find it hard to agree with you there..."
Bodie Ashton (resident smart-arse): "Of course you do! You're a dickhead!"

Don't you think there should be more commentators like me, telling it like it is? No? Didn't think so...

The Curious Case of the Extreme Hunting Game and the Sunset

The UniBar has a new game: Extreme Hunting, which is the same machine that is at Charlton's, and therefore has become a favourite haunt for Jacob and I...those black bear don't have a chance when we go around with a shotgun!
Unfortunately, today it ceased functioning, for reasons unknown, shortly after Raf, Jacob and I had gotten the record for shooting grizzly bears. Maybe it didn't want our money any more...

In other UniBar news, Paddy and I played Allan the Pseudo-Pool Guy and some guy who apparently knows him...we were close to losing, but then I managed to sink all three of our remaining balls, and the black, much to the indignation of the Pseudo-Pool Guy. BAHAHAHAHA, it was the highlight of the day.

Actually, maybe not the highest of highlights. There were other things that happened today that were awesome, cool, good, excellent and ZanzibarRandom.
Though not so much a surprise, as she was meant to be at uni today, Kelly was up in the bar when I got there. Poor girl, she's lost her voice. I wonder why...but anyway, Kel's always great. Other than Kel, Jo was actually awake as of midday, which amazed all and sundry, and it was ultra cool to see her, as I haven't seen her all that much since she got back from Bali. Ali turned up at just after 13:00, so it seems to have been a day for early-risers...she owes me a chai latte. And Emma T appeared, in spite of having a day off from uni today (as I did, but there was free pool, and I wasn't going to miss that for the world).
Raf didn't go to his lecture today, which means he owes Andrew, Ron and Jenkins a schnitzel each...for the sake of your bank balance, Raf, GO TO UNI! (says me who skips way too much)...GO RAFFY GO! GO RAFFY GO! GOOOOOOOOO RAFFY!

Paddy and I have been doing much freeroll poker-ing, which is good fun, despite me only having gotten to the first break once. Oh well, at least I've improved. Sometime soon, Skycity for poker...

Things I am able to taste:
-cinnamon--in chai latte
-sweetness/sourness
-balsalmic vinegar
That's about it so far, but it's a neat improvement.

Damned union fees are due by Friday. On the upside, this Thursday marks fourteen days until my birthday. Woooooooooooooo!

I begged my doctor for one more line, he said "Son, words fail me..."

Hi everyone...news is coming in fast, slow and not at all...so let's see what's been happening of late...

• Tate deleted his blog! That's right...he flew through the air and destroyed it, without even saying "hello"! It's a sad travesty...
• Paddy has the most ZanzibarRandom conversation transcribed at his blog, Thoughts of a CodeMonkey. Bahahaha, Vicky Pollards!
• Speaking of Paddy, I have to agree with him. The Carlton Draught Big Ad is awesome! Check it out today!
• Indoor soccer result: 8-2 to the Blue Devils in a hard game. Paddy (he keeps popping up in this entry) had his nose explode, and Ron introduced the entire ICA to the word "fuck" when his finger was almost broken. Despite this, we (or rather, they, as I'm still sidelined through sickness) still won, and Stevo was like the Energizer Bunny...he's everywhere at once!
• Also last night was the Media Association Pub Crawl, which by all accounts was fun.

Tonight is Bodyjar, which I am not going to, so I hope Kel, Woolfie and Illmo have fun!

I'll leave you with the lyrics to Oasis' Mucky Fingers, because Oasis are, to steal a line from Illmo, tops! And if you complain about posting lyrics, that's your problem. Deal with it.

I know you think you deserve
An explanation on the meanings of life
But what you think that you heard
Slipped away out the back of your mind

You get your mucky fingers burned
You get your truth from the lies you were learned
And all your plastic believers
Still leave us and they won't return

And when you look in the mirror
And your tying up your buttons and bows
And as you face your disease
You can squeeze into the emperor's clothes

You found your god in a paperback
You get your history from the union jack
And all your brothers and sisters
Have gone and they wont come back

Fed up with life in the city
Cos all the phonies are on my mind
When i'm gone, yeah, you look like you miss me
So come along with me, don't ask why

Cos it's all mine!

Random thoughts from random people

So what have people been saying recently that have caught my attention? Much, it turns out...

Random song: "Zanzibar!"

Ali: I'm not gonna quote her completely, but she's being sneaky...even sneakier that I ('I' being 'everyone') don't know why...

Courtney (referring to writing a critique of an article): "My only opinion is that the writer has made lots of loser un-understandable statements."

Kel: "I found a map to buried treasure, and even if we come home empty-handed, we'll still have our stories of battle-scars, pirate ships and wounded hearts, broken bones and all the best of friendships!!" [this is now known as the CHESHIRE CAT LYRIC]

Funzo: "Hey Bodie, should we munter?"

Comedy Inc: "Fat people doing tai-chi...what's the point?"

Comedy Inc: "She left, like waterdrops on the underside of a blimp."

Bob: "All is well as I am have a cigar."
BAH!
"Good heavens! I'm dead."

So yes, things have been vaguely interesting. Also, not. I also want you to consider that, as jelly is not porous, you should never try to breathe through it.
To all the Media people and people not Media-like but still in love with alcohol, enjoy the pub crawl tomorrow night. Try NOT to crawl. Walking is good.

Sleep when it's light

I've been doing a fair deal of that recently. Yeah, I know that sounds good; then again, so does the word "pylon", owing to it sounding a little like "PIE-lon", but stand too close to one and you could be supercharged with six billion volts or electrical catastrophe! Okay, that's a little melodramatic...
But for all of the sleep that I am catching up on, I'd give it all up to be able to LEAVE THE HOUSE without doubling over in agony as coughing fits wrack my entire body. To be honest, that is becoming less likely, which is GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!

Expect an interesting update when I have something interesting to say. Bye!

PS: Welcome back to Jo, Sally and Laura!

Let's see...who's up for it this time...

Right, I went to uni today. Not that I did much there but play some pool and go to History lecture. Oh well. And to Kelly, I'm sorry for not going to Philosophy and Comparative Politics. Happy? Good. Or bad, depending on what you answered. I'll go to my Politics tute tomorrow, and do stuff. How descriptive of me...

Here's a diologue from the UniBar today which I thought might pique your interest. Jacob might tell me that I'm recounting it incorrectly, but I don't care, this is close enough.

*Jacob lines up for a shot while playing pool*
Kraukus Tom: You suck the dick...of donkeys.
*Jacob misses*
Jacob: I sure do!
Illmo: Well, can't argue with that...

Much strangeness in the UniBar, including the concept of Tate flying through the air while saying "hello."
To illustrate this point, I have even created a piece of ultra-magnificent artwork to accompany the idea...and I know you'll be blown away by my arty skills...
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HERE IT IS!

Told you it was ultra-magnificent. Of course, this means that Tate has no ears. Or eyebrows. And completely circular brown eyes...meh, it's art, what can I say?

Who haven't I heard from recently? I reckon Lauren tops that list. She should be more communicating-like. As should other people. So to Lauren and Courtney and Emo and Mia and Jo and scores of other people, HELLO! (Whoa! Deja-vu!)

I'd write something DangerMasons-ey, but I can't think of anything at the mo. I reckon I'll go do some Germanising.