As the title suggests, I'm only typing what I can for the next five minutes, meaning that at 3.43pm, 17 minutes before I walk into the doors of Brodies, I'll press submit and whatever is written will be yours to read.

I done bits and pieces since the last time I posted, and rather then write a fantastic chapter on each one, I'll just list them:

• Attended a Forklift Course, all paid for by 1st Choice, although I'm yet to go back and get the actual ticket
• Attended a Beer Course, all paid for by 1st Choice again, although I'm not sure I passed the test
• Worked fairly consistent 30 hour weeks
• Stayed on track at uni, sorta, from the grades I've recieved I'm on two High Distinctions
• Got my first speeding fine, 71 in a 60 zone, $100 and 1 point thank you very much
• Got my second parking fine, $60
• Managed to catch another cold, in the third week of Spring..
• Started the coast trip tradition again, although I'm missing a trip right now
• Got absolutely smashed at Benji's 19th
• Scored myself some work experience next Monday, should be interesting
• Found a killer guitar website so that I can actually progress
• Got tickets for Linkin Park, Gigantour and Black Crusade and plan to get Maiden tickets next week

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!

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Today is only half over but I've already had a somewhat eventful Anzac Day. It all started with a coast trip. Being a public holiday Kyle and Yeatsie could come and Benji managed to dodge work as well. I woke up at about 6 to blood on my sheets, my finger that I sliced open at work must of hit something in the night and caused it to spew blood everywhere. I put those in the sink and washed them and totally forget about that time so I ended up racing to Benji's at about 6.45am.

As I didn't have credit I just sorta had to use the Chazza's power to wake/alert him that I was there, 6.55 rolled around and I was nearly ready to piss off home but the garage door opened so Benji joined the journey. Next stop was Yeatsie and he bailed due to a night out beforehand. I doublebacked and got Kyle then we were on our way.

We had a semi-traditional Maccas stop where Benji bought the new Ralph and then we continued down to the beach. The waves were small, definitely alot smaller then we were used to, but there was some (ie. not many) good ones to catch. Random babbling in the surf ensued before we decided to leave at about 9ish.

Here's where I went wrong, I put the doomed Fingal CD mix into the car and headed off towards Brisbane. The first sign of danger was the Gold Coast Highway closed off leaving me to do a detour to get to Smith Street. Surprisingly I think it was a tad bit shorter so I might look into this route more often. We were having a great time singing tunes and cruising up the M1 when the beast broke up with me. It just cut out, and being in the right hand lane, it was a disaster. I couldn't get it across so I just had to ditch it into the right hand shoulder.

Cursing and pissed off I popped the bonnet and checked out her insides utilising all my mechanical knowledge. The oil, water, power steering, radiator fluids were all full and there was plenty of fuel in her. I checked underneath and she was bleeding oil pretty badly though. Nevertheless I tried to restart her but to no avail, she was dead!

This led to the RACQ coming and calling a towie to tow us to the nearest service centre, which for us was 1 minute for Dreamworld's BP Service Station. We organised Danman to pick us up so to fill in all this time we started organise Benji's Ralph cards in order of hotness. There's a few moles in the deck, but other then that it's not that bad! The RACQ guy came and told us the chazza has lost compression in the engine which is a kick to the balls. After he left we tucked into some Nandos and then trudged back to the car to listen to some tunes and continue organising the deck.

After heading to Surfer's Paradise and then realising we weren't that far down the coast, Danman arrived and we piled in and headed home. The chazza is still at the Coomera service centre and probably will be till tomorrow or the next day until we figure out what to do with it.

On getting home I was in shitty spirits, stupid car breaking down sucks ass but my parents seem pretty keen on getting a new one ASAP so Dad and I went along the Magic Mile looking for new cars. I found a 2002 Lancer CE GLi that we are going to take for a test drive tomorrow. It's red and somewhat cool, but I'll be able to say more after I drive it I guess.

I guess that marks the era of the chazza, Rest in Peace beast