1 Down, 4 to go!

31 05 2004

Gold Coast weekend completed.

Didn’t manage to pash Paris.

Had a blast tho.

Boogied on down at Quest. Silly drunken antics :)
Bring on Melbourne!



analyze this

30 05 2004

Small snapshot from a dream.

I was a backseat passenger in a car.

We were driving; I have no idea where to, or even who was in the car with me.

We came up to a police checkpoint. I wasn’t buckled in. So I grabbed my seatbelt, and hurriedly tried to put it on. I couldnt get it done up though. So I held it across me and put my arm over the buckle.

This is where it gets weird. The officer didn’t notice. However the person in the front seat pointed it out to the officer. Thus I ended up getting a huge fine.

1. If i remember who narked on me - watch out!
2. Why would I hang around with someone like that?



Jazz In Darling Harbour

27 05 2004

This is going to rock!

THE DARLING HARBOUR JAZZ FESTIVAL 2004

One instant pick is The Cat Empire

Pity I’m away Saturday & Sunday.. but I get to catch Mondays Gigs.



Oops!

25 05 2004

Scrolling thru old posts, probably just saved me $200+ in re-booking fees

I was planning on doing my NZ ski weekend on the 7th August.

But I’ve already got tickets to the Bledisloe! That would have been a right royal fsck up!

AHH, so few weekends, so many hills with snow :?

Also trying to choose which weekend’s I’m going to be down at Thredbo or Perisher Blue..

Sounds a bit fat cat doesnt it.



Oh my head!

24 05 2004

It feels like I’m still dehydrated from the weekend.

Between all the partying, and going to bed when the sun was coming up/very well up in the sky. I really do like my weekdays to recover.

My weekender trips start this week!

So I’m off to the Gold Coast. Maybe I’ll bump into Paris. :D



The Hermit rants

20 05 2004

Hmm..

First she asks what day it is..
Just so then she can be lead into saying its not her turn to take the rubbish out..

STUPID BIARTCH!

then she yells to martin.. to show him how to put the ironing board away..
pick it up like this.. then lean it against the wall.. making sure its not touching the washing machine.

THEN

She goes off at me for using the washing machine to much. 1 -2 times a week is ok.. but 3 or more is wrong.. you’ll wear it out (brand new front loader)

Because the last one broke from overloading.. and the new one is a 7.5kg.. .. no im not allowed to do a 1.5kg load every 3 days.. (3 shirts, socks, boxers, plus a couple of tees!)

FARKING MENTAL BIARTCH! WHY DONT YOU JUST MOVE OUT! HERMIT!



Did ya get my email?

19 05 2004

For the Kiwi Folk out there.
Not sure if I remembered everyones addresses.

Lesson: Never export your exchange mailbox to a PST file.
makes it completely useless until you find another exchange server :(

If you didn’t get it.
Leave a comment.



I’m a Groupie?

18 05 2004

First came the Black Seeds

Second came Salmonella Dub

And now comes Scribe!

Sigh I love Sydney.. it is just a bigger Wellington. With the good tunes to boot :D



The Hermit Speaks!

18 05 2004

Well,

In the tree hours taht me and the irish fella sat in the lounge she utterd but 9 words.

“can you change it to ABC for a second”

Seriously, I don’t understand why someone would prefer silence to having a chat.



How to get famous

17 05 2004

I was thinking tonite.. while dozing on the couch.. big brother spewing forth from the tv..

I would get real famous if I was in there.. and I’d never get voted off

Not because of stupid shite I’d say, because of the crazy shite I do!

everyone would want to see WTF i would do everytime i sleepwalk..

Seriously, I would love to watch it.. at least then I would have a documented proof how messed up some of my dreams are. And I get to laugh at it just as much as anyone who gets to experience it first hand :D

Lets take a recent example:
Set the scene for anyone who hasnt yet spent the sweet sweet night in my room :P

The master bedroom, has an ensuite, 1 wall is a full length wardrobe ( total wall of mirror )
Queen size bed.. and hunky old me.

It was late one nite, I was asleep.. (yes i dream about being asleep!)
I heard some noises, so without moving much at all, I had a look around the room.

There was a guy dealing drugs from my ensuite.
He would wait till someone came into the room via my wardrobe. They would lean around the end of the doors, hand him the cash, and take the drugs.

The dealer would go back to the ensuite, and the druggie would somehow escape from the wardrobe.

Now this went on a couple of times. So then I flipped out.
I jumped out of bed. The dealer had already disappeared from the ensuite.

I noticed an arm sticking out around the end of the doors from the wardrobe.

So I pushed all the wardrobe doors along the rails and slammed them into the wall, trying to squash the arm of the druggie.

Alas he got away.
And the sheila in my bed got to have a good old giggle at my antics..