It's cold, I'm sitting here in my computer chair sorta bleakly staring at the screen through tired eyes while my nose continues to drip into not only the back of my throat which sorta negates my taste buds, but also from the front, like a leaky fucking tap.

I can't sleep, as a river of shit pools in the back of my throat which needs to be swallowed to allow me to keep living, oh and yeah, that lovely sickly tastebud rip everyone knows and loves happens at every hesitant swallow. Sigh, I fucking hate winter, only 2 months of it to go luckily.

I was sleeping well, then wham, shit fucking cold comes my way. I've already done the due thing of sending messages off to the other Brodie's senior kitchenhands (read, all one of them) in hope they'll work tonight, so I can hopefully try to stay awake until I just collapse asleep and through sheer survival instinct, I manage to someone clear my throat from the pool of shit whilst still staying asleep.

I've even gone as far to SMS 1st Choice about my Wednesday night shift. I feel a few shit days coming on. Thursday is my day off, from both jobs, which is a rare dime and dozen and I was planning to celebrate by hitting the town with Benji, but I doubt that in my current condition. This leads me up to 4pm Friday, where my uber weekend of work (27 hours) will start.

Yuck, I just managed to have my first sip of the only fucking thing in the house that may soothe my throat, green tea, and it's foul. I can't tell whether it's normally this rancid, or just that my tastes have seized.

I haven't blogged in awhile, nothing really worthy to be honest. I have managed to finish my third semester of uni, which brings me to halfway through my course. That's exciting, but scary also to think about, as this time next year, I should be thinking about full time, like, career style jobs. I think I managed to pass every subject, I'm still a bit paranoid about one of them though. I'm expecting my GPA to drop again from the once mighty 5.75 to 5.16, which is still 'good', but not where I'd like to be. Next semester I'm planning to put a bit more effort in, and with Benji having being accepted into TAFE, I think I'll have a bit more motivation to endure the shitty bus ride in.

In the time it's taken to write that paragraph I've managed to offer my throat some sort of sugary relief by sucking on a chico so that the chocolaty caramel goodness coats my throat. It's working, but the bag of chico's is running dangerously low, so I'm going to have to seek alternative methods of relief soon enough.

I have been filling in the time around uni with work, and alot of it. I'm doing about 40 hours a week between the two jobs, and it's nice to have that little bit extra money each week. You feel alot more free and unrestricted and I can be a little bit less anal about spending each week. Since my Megadeth CD came out last month, I have been spending about $50 a week at JB increasing my CD collection which is good, I enjoy my music so don't have any regrets about buying CD after CD.

The Thursday, or Wednesday, I don't remember, of last week saw myself, Yeatsie, Kyle and Benji endure the second Fantastic Four movie. Yes, I say endure as in, it was boring and Alba's ass did not make an appearance till the very end, and even so, it wasn't enough to make the movie 'worth it'. Stick with Into the Blue for Alba juiciness.

I've actually watched a few movies lately. Wayne's World, which was meh, I did however like parts, but as a whole not the greatest. Waiting is ok, very raw in a Clerks-esque sort of way, but again, great parts, but meh on the whole. Van Wilder 2 continues this trend, great parts, but meh overall. Maybe I'm just a terrible critic? I doubt it, because Clerks 2 and Employee of the Month were both fucking fantastic! I highly recommend both.

Sitting here my nose is starting to dry up, but throat is continuing to pool with nasties

Ergh, oh, Friday night saw the boys and random invited guests (that be the girls and Lt. Dan (now 18 )) head out to the Dockside Comedy Club for Yank's 19th. Sadly, the comedian's were nowhere near as funny as the previous times I've been and as a result, saw the group sorta split at the end of the night with only Benji, Mudos and Lt. Dan partying on in the town. The rest of us went home to do whatever the cool kids do. I slept, so obviously I'm so very current, cool and hip.

On the Saturday night I joined Yeatsie, Yank and Kyle in the city to wind down abit after realising I didn't start work until 3pm the next day, and wanting to watch the New Zealand vs South Africa rugby match. I got Dad to drive me into the city with a 4pk of Smirnoff Double Blacks as pre drinks thanks to cheapness at 1st Choice. I met the kids at the Vic, which was good fun, then we moved to Union Jacks, which was awesome, then the night ended really. Yank drove us to the Valley for some unknown reason, then bailed home cause of sickness/tiredness/boredom so we walked back to the city, in fact from The Mustang Bar to Irish Murphy's to finish watching the rugby and so I could be danced to by some old women who appreciated me being able to sing Led Zeppelin. Eventually, the 130 was caught, Blake was a saviour with Amy and Dani and managed to drive me the last leg of my journey home, and I crashed, disappointed of the night that could of been had we stayed in the city, but oh well, plenty more times.

Twenty minutes have passed since I started typing this. I hope it doesn't fuck up, it'd be a waste of time, but I guess I've got nothing better to do. I'm contemplating what to do next and right now reading Harry Potter all over again is beating out strumming guitar. I think my parents would be proud of that decision. However, because I'm a dangerous motherfucker, I think I'll play a bit of GTA:SA first, just to tire the senses out a bit more, with luck..

Until next time when I can't sleep and need to pass some time,

OaO

I've finished uni, well sorta, still have half an assignment to do (14th) and 3 exams (19/20/21) so that leaves plenty of time to procrastinate then cram at the last minute. Apart from that I've been working heaps, which is good for the old bank account and JB. I think I'm up to 18 cd's in 21 days which isn't a bad effort on my behalf

In other news, on Tuesday I took the kids (benji and mudos) down to get their learner's. In a horrible day of jinx, mudos fucked it up by having 'To The Left' in his head, which really doesn't help when you have to give way to the right. Benji managed to scam his though, and after waiting for his snapshot and reading through the homosexual new driving laws, we set sail for the coast to book our holiday home.

After an uneventful drive down listening to Linkin Park and Guns n' Roses and being attacked by killer lorikeets, we made our way to the Oasis shopping center carpark, which is really the engineering works of Dr Suess or something, it's a fucking maze in there. We wandered around looking for the real estate agent and eventually found it and went on to book the place. In January -> Feburary, myself, Benji, Yank and Kyle are offically living at the coast 100m from the beach, go team

We booked the house, then went to nandos for lunch. Nando's never fails to satisfy Benji's peri peri fetish. I always get the grilled chicken wrap, which tastes great but I guess I should try something new next time. After eating we headed back to Dev to go to Robina to hit up JB for some cd's and what not. Not this time, turns out jinx was after us and Dev wouldn't start. RACQ to the rescue, yet again. Turns out the fuel pump has died in Dev and has to be replaced resonably quickly. The champion bloke just belted the fuel tank with a mallet and she worked wonders again, but needless to say I have Dev booked in at the car dealer next Tuesday to get repaired (FREE! This is the perk of a dealer bought car ).

The adventure to Robina JB had to be cancelled because me and Benji had to go to work, so we ended the day by pumping Lostprophets and cruising home. Just as we approach Smith Street, we notice a van literally rocking about. Turns out this random fucking dude was blasting techno and was dancing away like a club in his van. Definitely a highlight. He rocks up next to this van of girls and trys dancing his way to a number, I think he lucked out. Haha.

This blog is written very poorly, my brain just hasn't clicked with me at all today, for example, I wanted a drink before, so I go downstairs and make ice cream then come upstairs again. I sit down infront of the computer and go to drink my ice cream, then suddenly my brain kicks in again and just goes 'what the fuck'. I have no recollection of making the ice cream, and I still was thirsty. Haha, I'm going crazy!

OaO

So today was my birthday and after a pretty exciting Friday night with Benji, Kyle, Yeatsie, Yank, Mark, Ben, Jess, Dani and Mel at the Comedy Club, I was pretty excited at what tonight would bring, but first I had to tackle my Network and Protocols ex....

Ah fuck it, I'm tired and dissapointed:

• Got guitar (Thanks guys/girls ), chocolate, clothes, Led Zeppelin framed poster and vouchers for birthday
• Fucked up exam
• Bought 5 CD's for $50 at JB
• Watched Curb Your Enthusiam until I went to Yeatsie's to hit the town
• Ran for 5 minutes to get to the bus stop, then watched the bus pull away to leave us stranded in Algester at 10.30 with no way to the city
• Consider chipping in $70 to get a taxi to the city
• Fucked off that idea and went home, midnight rocked around and then so did bed shortly after this post

OaO

I had a fairly packed weekend, although sadly only about 4 hours of it was fun and exciting. It started on Friday night with work (5.5hrs), continued Saturday with more work (9hrs and a healthy paycheck!) and then surprise surprise, more work Sunday(9hrs) and SUPRISE Monday as well (4hrs).

Apart from working, I managed to escape to Kerin's house warming party on Saturday night, which turned out to be better in hindsight then I first (drunkingly) thought (and tagged). I was armed with a McK and was dropped off around 10 to meet with Kyle, Benji, Mudos and Yeatsie. The party was small, like 20 people, no food (except for the pizza cooked up by Shaun) and wasn't very raging. However, in true group spirit, Benji was the most smashed out of the whole party. I am positive now that at every party we go to we always have the most smashed being one of us. Quite a record, that's stretched back to Tiana's party through to Cooke's New Years and I guess now the house warming party.

I soon joined Benji in his drunken state and was chatting to Tamara (Tomcat) with Yeatsie for most of the night. She's a pretty cool chick from what I remember, even helped me look for a bandaid for my monged finger of death. The party sorta just dragged on, drinks were drunk, Benji got drunker and then Kyle and Cam had a blow up and they sorta just left. Benji disappeared and returned with a bike which he rode into the courtyard then tried to escape from the house with the bike over his head to realise the doorway wasn't as wide as expected so he pretty much owned himself good. He then got back on his bike, helmet backwards, seat twisted and managed to ride off down Algester Road

I remember little things, like talking alot of shit about Big Brother and then surprise surprise, Kristie Lee from Runcorn in Grade 8 rocks up out of the blue. Fucking shocked me for a bit. Next thing I remember was busting into a room full of peopel doing weed who were mellowed out and me just jumping in and strumming guitar. That pissed them off I think, I packed it away and then Yeatsie and I hung around out the front before he got us a cab home.

There we have it, an updated weekend amongst some pretty poor English.

OaO