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.

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I had a somewhat eventful weekend. Turns out we bought the Lancer and the Chazza is still in the garage for repairs. I managed to break the cam shaft and head gasket somehow so the repair bill on that is going to be hefty, but worth it because it'll run like a new car once it's fixed. We're hoping to sell it for around 4 grand. The Lancer is alright, I've yet to drive anyone in it as it's unnamed, and well, you just don't do things like that without names. The sound system in it is stock, so I'll be saving for a new one of those amongst car repayments/insurance/repairs.

I scored the job at 1st Choice in the end, I got a phone call last Sunday asking if I wanted a job in another area of the store so I had my first shift on Saturday. It's a fairly relaxed work environment and the people seem pretty friendly. The pay is almost $19/hr so I am cheering! I work there 10 hours a week, but still nearly $200 before tax (oh tax.. ). At the moment I'm paying a huge amount in tax because I'm still keeping my Brodies job, until financial year at least then I'll reconsider my options.

Saturday night I had the Lamb of God concert and it was pretty intense. I haven't heard much of their material so it was pretty much a random concert, but it was well worth the $45~. The mosh was probably the craziest I've ever seen but it was alot of fun. Highlights were Walk With Me in Hell and Now You've Got Something to Die For. When the concert finished everyone piled out onto Brunswick Street effectively closing it off which called the cops to come on down and flash some sirens. What happened next was awesome, instead of all the metalheads moving, they swarmed the car and starting chanting 'Lamb of God' over and over. Such a surreal thing to see, especially in Brisbane.

Last night I went to Sizzler with Kyle, Benji, Cam, Kiren and Nesh. It was pretty fun, alot of random jokes and humour here and there. We managed to steal a dessert bowl with Nesh wearing it as a Jewish cap on his head as he walked out, while I managed to snag a supply of jellybeans for the adventure ahead. Originally we were going to see a movie for free courtesy of Nesh, but in the end we decided to go to Slaughter Falls to conquer it.

Nesh brought along a mate, Phil, and off we went. For once there was a few people hanging around there, mainly just smoking up and getting high, but it was good to see some form of life around. We wandered up the deserted road and eventually got to the trail and we headed towards the JC Slaughter Falls walk which was 600 odd meters. After passing a number of 'interesting' Aboriginal artworks and avoiding Benji's bombs, we missed the turn to the actual Falls and instead walked a big circle around the mountain and back to where we started. Doh, easy way to kill an hour. Definitely would of loved to have seen the looks on the stoner's faces when we walked down the road acting like zombies from Shaun of the Dead

And that brings me to now. 8.52am and I'm meant to be walking across George Street normally on a Monday morning, but instead I'm feeling a bit shoddy from dripping in sweat Saturday night and walking around a bush track at 10.30 last night so I skipped the first half of my lecture this morning. I really couldn't be fucked going at all today, but I need to as a group assignment is being released in t-minus 2 hours and 7 minutes and I don't want to be stuck with dipshits.

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Yesterday was always going to be a huge day for me, a day of reckoning to exaggerate. It was Friday the 13th and luckily for me I have 13 letters in my name, so it turns out I'm most likely to be fucked up by whatever superstitious curse that Friday the 13th brings.

It started with an interview at 1st Choice down at Browns Plains, I thought it went relatively well but obviously not as I haven't recieved a phone call or anything from it so I'm guessing I missed out. Never fear, it was time for the cosmic ball of energy to combine ready for The Red Hot Chili Peppers.

I picked Danman up around 6 and the Chili jam began right then and there in the Chazza. Danman freaked out a few fellow drivers and passengers alike with his crazy singing antics! We eventually got to jess's and our energy was making her feel weird. Oh well, that's what happens Jess's Dad was ready so we piled into the Pajero and headed off to Boondall. Suprisingly it was that packed getting there!

We lined up and got some merchandise, I got a shirt for $45 and was considering a sweatband too but eventually decided it was time to head to destiny. Danman wanted to get there ontime so we could watch Har Mar Superstar. I thought he was shit, but man did he have balls and all up was an entertaining act. He coaxed the crowd into throwing bottles and random shit at him because they sucked, often mocking them. It was all a bit of a laugh really. We went got to the floor we were about 15 rows back. After some shuffling to find the best spot, me and Danman split away from Jess who found a friend from work to entertain her.

We ended up behind these two annoying surfer kids who just had there heads buried into their mobiles. After some sweet mexican waves and me and Danman's random reciting of lyrics, the lights finally dimmed and they filed out. The show was incredible, and me and Danman's singing powers were unmatched until we met the extreme dudes. If any has ever seen Harold and Kumar, just imagine those extreme guys, we had a about 5 of them in front of us and one of them was particularly extreme. He was a nut, and most probably on something as he kept shouting out 'I FEEL SO SEXY, SEXY' which was a little off the wall. He kept fucking pissing me off so I was keen to move infront of them but just couldn't, too extreme for me...for now.

The songs kept playing and the musicianship was fucking brilliant, John is a god on guitar and Flea's bass skills are unmatched. Chad did his best to look like WIll Ferrell and Anthony tried to look somewhat healthy despite his flu. All and all, me and Danman were rocking like it was 1999, then all of sudden we heard the bassline from Me and My Friends. This song is about 20 years old and is just fucking cool. Immediately I grabbed Danman and we interlocked around the shoulders and formed our cosmic ball of energy. We started moshing and screaming lyrics all while barging through the extreme guys. We were fucking rooted when that song finished, but managed to work our way like 3 rows from the front! It was fucking INSANE. None of the preppy girls knew the song and I think they were blown away by mine and Danman's perfect recitial. By The Way was also great, our cosmic energy caused the girls in front to shift to the side a little bit to give us our jumping space. I almost lost my glasses and I'm pretty sure it was this stage that I could taste blood, but nevertheless, it was the Chili Peppers and it was fucking amazing!

Me and Danman were really keen to hear Suck My Kiss so keep shouting it out inbetween songs only to have the girls in front go, 'Suck My Tits?, Huh?'. Tsk. The show carried on and eventually after being complety mind fucked by an insane jam, the encore came on, Under the Bridge and Give It Away. By this stage we were gone, but knowing we wouldn't have this chance again summon our cosmic energies and sung as loud as we could, well I know I did. Here is everyone softly singing Under the Bridge and I'm belting it out as loud as I possibly could. Fucking awesome.

We left the concert complety blown away and looking forward to the next one. Danman still had bundles of energy and was jumping all around the joint. We witnessed a crazy couple going absolutely fucking nuts at this car to 'GO FORWARD, FUCK!' for some unknown reason. He eventually pulled out, got to where he wanted and then waited there for at least half an hour. Tosser.

The journey home was relived thanks to me and Danman and green Powerade which tastes like liquid green sugary cosmic energy. Singing and dancing all the way home I tell ya, much to the amusement of other drivers.

Suprisingly I woke up this morning for work with a voicebox and powered through my four hour shift. When I got home Davo gave us a call to go to the coast and learn to surf. He picked up Yeatsie on the way through and we headed down to Main Beach via Maccas. The surf was shit so the board stayed in the car and my surfing virginity is still intact. Nothing much exciting down at the coast, just a bit of sun, surf and salt water

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