After a week of work and uni, I have to say I was looking forward to Sunday. Sunday was going to be a good reboot before another week of the usual day to day drag, and it was. The day was meant to start at 8am with Canadian Club.. instead it started at 10am with driving to Indro with Benji and Kyle. Kyle had spent Saturday night at his brother's playing poker and watching the rugby and when things died down, they headed to the city. A few pints and a dumb decision later, Kyle was at home in Algester.. leaving his car still at his brothers. So here we were, driving to Indro on a recon mission. Today was full of recon missions, 'Time spent in reconnaissance is seldom wasted'.

We got the car, avoided a mini pileup and went to JB to browse. Oh how that never works. A combined $120 later and a hearty meal of KFC, the wheels were finally in motion to check out The Shack. Benji and I rode to The Shack, in keeping with the tradition of the great place, only to find that we now have a sealed road almost to it's front door. The Shack had been infiltrated by terrorists. All the windows had be removed... by a screwdriver, removing all the hinges and door bolts. Seriously, who has that much time?! There was a few missing planks here and there, and all our tools and booze drawers had been raided, but The Shack was still standing. Some fuckstains, who if I ever catch, had graffitied inside The Shack to say 'IAB, FUCK OF'. Illiterate fucks. Needless to say, those planks will be removed and turned into bats of mass destruction so if they ever come back while we are there we can belt the fuckers across the face with them. Apart from that rage blackout, Benji and I continued to survey the damage whilst sipping on a few Canadian Club's until we called Yank and Kyle to come drive down and have a look. Yank brought some garbage bags and gloves and me and Benji started the cleanup. Five bags of rubbish later, and we had a clean, yet broken Shack.

It's now our mission to rebuild The Shack in time for the NRL Grand Final, it's 2 year anniversary. Everyone will be invited, considering we can all drive to it's door, so there should be no excuses as you don't have to wade through a few hundred metres of bush to get there anymore.

We left The Shack and headed to Yank's to watch the footy. Fuck it was a good game. The Canadian Club continued to flow, and with the help of Yank and Alex's cats, Bliz and Harris, we were entertained to the max. We reconned a few pizzas from Dominos, and Benji and I made the decision to go to The Normanby to cap off the Sunday. Everything happened pretty quickly, but before we knew it we were bailing out of Kyle's car infront of the pub.

The Normanby is huge. It's overwhelming. The talent, the bogans, the amount of bar staff alone. It's all just huge. It's also the first pub I've seen to serve food on premise, which is probably a good idea. I think me and Benji were just shellshocked really, we'd peaked earlier in the day, and now were just trying to maintain some sort of enjoyable level. We had gone out on a shoestring really, I only had $25, but thanks to Jess, our $25 went pretty far. I pretty sure we at least got 4 rounds in, and I still managed to leave with $8 spare. Thanks Jess

But yeah, The Normanby is massive, and blew our minds. We retreated to the pool tables for a bit and almost got victory but fell a little short of the mark. We headed downstairs to check out the band, but it had stopped and we were instead subjected to watching this cougar run riot with as many mates as possible on the dancefloor. Not wanting to become it's next meal, we headed upstairs to the club and scouted it out. Well, Benji will never forget: 'You. Have. Interesting. *gestures* Hair!'. Crazy soon to be cougar said to him. We mingled straight into the dance floor and made it our mission to claim the podium. I don't know what it is, but we see podium and instantly want to claim it. I failed in the mission, Benji succeeded, but was then cockwalled and all that was left was his fro bouncing around.

Time to go really. Yeatsie was our ride (cheers dude) and a short time later, we were both home, before midnight too. The Normanby sorta had the last laugh yesterday, but needless to say, we will destroy it next time!

Continuing from where I left off after Iron Maiden on Tuesday, Wednesday brought a leisurely day. In the morning I attended a Brown Forman workshop for work (1st Choice) where I learnt/tasted a few whiskey's, rum's and vodka's for educational purposes It's a little bit odd sipping whisky at 9am, but nevertheless, it was a great course!

I was feeling shitty come Wednesday night with a combination of a massive headache, probably compounded from the noise of Iron Maiden the previous night and my shitty diet of late, and just a withdrawn mood. I had no intentions of drinking, and managed not too even though Benji, Kyle and Yeatsie got quite merry. We went to the Dockside Comedy Club for Kyle's 20th. The comedians were hit and miss, but it was still a pretty good show.

Danman recon'd Benji and myself at around 11 and we decided to head home... via the shack. None of us had visited it since it was broken into a few months back, so we weren't sure what to expect. There's almost a road layed to it's front door, and we have been 'honoured' with our own garden. Instead of the road running straight past the shack, it's on a T intersection with one of the garden islands on the opposite side! The shack was still standing, and it's in great condition despite the rain. The gaping hole in the wall has resulted in a tonne of spiders and random crawlies making it home though, so a clean up job is due in the coming weeks. All in all, we were pretty surprised, but happy that the shack will live on for another day!

Thursday brought the start of my working weekend. It also marked my first shift as manager at Brodies. After nearly 5 years I got the promotion to casual manager, which fits in pretty good with uni and 1st Choice (well at the moment). 13.5 hours is a long day, and managing is a different experience then what'd you expect. Everything's pretty cruisy in the middle, it's the start and finish of the shift that's hectic with banking and what not. 

Friday morning brought more work at 1st Choice, then Friday afternoon brought Brodies work again... fast forward to Saturday morning and I was working at Brodies again, and then fast forward to just a few hours before this post and I was working at 1st Choice! I don't mind the hectic days, it's great money for my age/situation and I still manage to score a few days off here and there. Total count though, 36.5 hours of work in 72 hours, impressive when 21 of the remaining hours is spent sleeping

Tonight I chilled at home, watching the remainder of How I Met Your Mother. I really like it to be honest, and makes me reflect on bits and pieces of my life. It's funny how I say life when I'm still only 19 years young, it's not like anything now is particularly defining of the future. Well, I hope it's not like that, there's just a few things that just aren't 'right' now and I hope a bit of time will work it's magic

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After working for 18ish hours over 2 days, I was tired and sore, but keen for a fucking awesome shack night and last night delivered. Earlier in the week Benji and I did a few more progressive enhancements to The Shack including a shoe rack, a table and wall trim to finish the place off. All it needs now is a few blokey add in's and it'll be complete.

The day started well, I managed to score a 6pk of McK for the grand sum of $4.49 from 1st Choice and I had completed sewing my mattress together to the sights and sounds of Curb Your Enthusiam. After a dinner, I eventually rode to The Shack at about 7.30 after navigating my way through the The Plateau of Metal of Destruction, Death and Despair successfully.

Everyone was there, bar Josh who skipped the night due a bout of TVitist. My mattress was awesome, and the night begun slowly with everyone drinking and chanting along to music. The atmosphere was great, plenty of awesome photos were taken and a really nostalgic Barbie Girl karaoke is present on someone's phone. Being the fire warden, I decommissioned the candle as it was dangerous but then the unthinkable happened and Danman's arm was attacked by candle wax after a candle was blown out by Mudos. He said it hurt, we had no idea, it was dark and The Shack love was in full swing. There was a few random phones throughout the night, I don't remember them, but hey I know they happened.

Our tastebuds were tingling so we all set off towards the Shell. We wandering through the various valley's before me and Kyle climbed onto the Moon. I just remember shouting 'I'm on the moon motherfuckers!' and then next thing I was screaming 'I FELL OFF THE WORLD' as I fell onto the dirt below eating shit. Kyle somehow managed to do the same thing and that Moon had claimed two of the best soldiers The Shack had ever seen. Benji and Danman helped us up and before long we were trekking along the newly paved road towards the Shell again. There was a massive pipe on the side of the road, so being awesome and manly we carried it an extended distance before rolling it along the road. DANGER WILSON. A porch light came on so being teenagers and pussy's we ran like rabbits into the darkness.

Here I remember falling into a ditch and trying out my  high jump skills on a retaining wall before launching my McK bottle across the neverlands. Round Two and it finally smashed. It was about this time that we busted the biggest conspiracy to man. Why did they make light. Well they wanted something ot emulate the sun, that's why they are yellow and these days they are white. They aren't yellow cause yellow promotes the sun, and sun means cancer, sorta like sunroofs are now called moonroofs for the same reason. So the light manufacturers had to the make the lights white, like the moon, so moon lights. It's so perfect.

Danman had he traditional engineer rage up and destroyed the barricades before running like the wind. This was when Benji just ate shit on the road which was amusing for all. We eventually got to the servo and everyone headed their separate ways for various foods. Me and Benji teamed up and got two packets of Kettle Chili Chips for the bargain price of $4. While buying them I told the service station attendant our theory about the lights and although confused, he seemed to understand.

After getting foods, we regrouped outside the servo and examined Danman's arm. It was a massacre! The candle wax had it in for him good. This is where the night turned a bit sour. Mudos wouldn't apologise to Danman and in the end walked off home by himself leaving us in shock and having to navigate the path home a man down. We got back to the Shack and decided that as hardcore as we were, Danman's arm needed a shower and some loving so we closed up shop and trekked home.

I remember having a rambling rant to Benji and Kyle about getting to The Shack early at 6.30 when they said 7, but all was sorta lost in the moment. I remember Benji struggling to maintain a straight path with his bike and then he suddenly veered off into the bush and nearly down this huge hill. We crossed the The Plateau of Metal of Destruction, Death and Despair together and then parted ways and headed home.

As soon as I got home I jumped on MSN and chatted to Mudos for awhile before hitting the bed before waking up this morning at like 11 to relive the love with Danman and Kyle over MSN. Good fucking times. So sore though, falling off the world hurts

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