Well, last week was certainly a busy one.
I went to that Mantech thingy. It was a recruitment company assessing me, after all. I had to do some weird 10 question written quiz to see what I knew. It was written for experienced workers but the guy said the client was looking for either “a graduate” or someone “with about 8 years experience”. It’s nice to know they really narrowed down the field. Anyway, I couldn’t answer most of the questions since they were basically experience-specific, but I did what I could. I haven’t heard back, but oh well. I don’t really care.
The same day I went to visit Ross and his Finnish friends Krista and Heli. Ross mentioned earlier that they might need a place to stay in the following week, so I said they could crash here. I also caught up with his neighbour Greg (another guy I went to school with) and Kerry, Ross’ wing chun instructor or something. Nice guy. Turns out he was doing the same major project course as I was this semester at Sydney. He recognised the group name “RailTech”. I felt like a C grade celebrity. Funky.
So, yeah, I saw Corpse Bride (or is it The Corpse Bride?) on Tuesday afternoon with Ross and the girls. I quite liked that movie, actually. Some of the songs at the start bugged me, but that’s normal for musical scenes in film for me. Whatever. After that Ross managed to talk me into attending his dance class. Now I know I officially can’t dance. I can sort of pop, though. Awesome? You tell me.
Continuing on, Wednesday included working then dropping by Ross’ again after work to say farewell before he left for Finland on Thursday afternoon. Somehow I agreed to let Andrew come around to the flat afterwards with his PC so we could work on a website for a friend of his who’s in a band. Electric Lady, they’re called. 2 points to anyone who can guess where that came from.
The site is sort of coming together. palmy’s done the pretty web page design stuff and I’ve been working on the backend database (although the design keeps changing). I’m going to have to whack out some more PHP goodness to act as an interface, too. I’m sure only about 2 people reading this understand/care about this paragraph, so I’ll stop now.
Thursday involved meeting up with Emmeline again when she came around on a break from work at “The Entertainment Quarter” (or Fox Studios if you will). I managed to convince both Em and Andrew that the chips at Jesters are supreme. I wish Jesters used an apostrophe. It looks stupid. Tools.
Friday was a boring old Friday. Andrew left when I had to go to work, without having showered once. Slick. Work was uneventful, as usual. I usually buy a couple of bananas on my dinner break from the local supermarket and I’ve decided to start a ritual. It’s only a primitive one but it pleases me so perhaps it pleases the banana gods, too. Basically I just eat a banana on my way back out through the car park and then dump the empty skin in the same spot as always. I’m getting a nice little pile of banana skins at various stages of decomposition. It makes me feel like I’m contributing to something, so it’s clearly “all good”. I made a little shrine with a banana skin on an abandoned chair near a bus stop once. It remained for a while until it disappeared along with the chair. :(
Saturday was pretty cool. Leola brought in brownies at work, so I munched on a couple. I have no idea if they were homemade or not but it didn’t matter. They had my required levels of chewiness and crunchiness and therefore were found to be satisfactory. Brownies are serious business.
Another friend, Johnny (or del or Johnny Hero as I like to call him [which has actually stuck]) invited me around to his place earlier in the week as he was going to have a mini LAN (or larn). I just rocked up for an hour to catch up with him and some other buddies as I really didn’t feel like dragging my PC around with me for half the weekend. I think I made the right decision, as they all looked very sweaty and expended after their big night out clubbing on Friday. Another small victory for me.
I went out on Saturday night with Lloyd, Frank and Byrne. Lloydie wanted to start somewhere around the casino, so we did. After 2 drinks we left. Nice. We cabbed it back to King street and spent a bit of time at the Marly and in Kelly’s then shuffled back up for what I like to call the “Istanbul on King experience” for some premium kebabs. Unfortunately I managed to get some barbecue sauce on my shirt in the 10 seconds that I wasn’t concentrating for the entire time I was eating it. Fortunately it wasn’t too big a spillage. I’m sure Napisan will come to my rescue, otherwise mum will have to.
It should be recorded that Lloyd actually stayed out with us the whole time and didn’t soft out and go home. Then again, he’d already planned to crash here so I guess he didn’t have much choice as to when he could go to bed. We stayed all up for about 2 hours after getting back. Most of this time was spent watching Frank reading through the SuicideGirls website. That sounds a lot dodgier than it was, I promise.
The only real highlight of Sunday was that we won netball, 20-14 I think. Woo! I was all pumped up on energy that afternoon. I’m not sure if it was due to chance or the high amount of kilojoules I’d eaten an hour or so earlier at Hungry Jack’s, but I was ready to run all night! Instead I only played 3 quarters. Oh well.
On Sunday night I found out Krista and Heli wanted to stay down here on Monday. That meant we had to frantically clean up (well, Scott did) all the shit that was lying around. The place hasn’t looked this good since we moved in, basically. We went to pick them up on Monday night and they made us the richest, most fattening chocolate cake you could ever imagine as a thank you. It’s basically milk, flour, cream, butter and two blocks of hazlenut and dairy milk chocolate all churned together. Man, it tastes awesome. I’m not sure if my body could handle another mouthful, though.
I ran up to the Marly again last night while the girls were baking to meet up with Benecke and Frank and their significant others the small celebration of praising Benecke for finishing his exams for the year. Somehow I managed to down about 3 schooners in about 50 minutes and steal two swizzle sticks before scooting back down to the flat in the rain. It was quite a new experience to enter the front door and actually be able to smell something had been cooking. Especially when that smell involves a chocolate cake.
I need to shave my neck. Hair sucks. Stupid itchiness.
P.S. if you made it this far, I pity you for not having anything better to do.
+ Brownies = good.
+ Falafel kebabs are the only kebabs I can eat where I feel safe from getting food poisoning.
+ Hair on the neck is stupid. It’s true. Us males have it tough having to shave our face.
I had a falafel kebab at the start of the night, then went all out and got a mixed one about 7 hours later.
Yes, I still haven’t gotten around to shaving my neck. Argh. Scratchy.
Just thought i would say hi, i was trying to figure out how the hell to get all my journal entries off the tism community and came across your LJ. You write about as much crap as me :)
I found your journal interesting, usually you get people who just rant about political issues and other such things so it was nice to hear about someone elses life.
Please feel free to add me to your friends if you like :)
Hey. Yes, we certainly seem to contribute our fair share of crap. ;)
I’ll add you! It’s always nice having more journals to read!
You know, we share one interest, black cats. Imagine how intriguing our conversations would be!
Knob, that’s too hot for words.
What was in them? That may account for the weird love notes you’ve been leaving for tofu of late.
Oh shut up! Like you read them anyway. ;p
Politics makes the world turn round.
P.S. He is newly single. *g*
I do. That’s how interesting my days are.
I actually added black cats after seeing it in your interests… A few days ago… How stalked is that?
Everything I do is hot. Real hot. They’ve both left for Griffith, now. Working on some farm doing “seeding”. They weren’t sure of the details and my imagination is only running wild thinking about what it could mean.
I believe the brownies were made from brown and chocolate. Nut was also present. Actually, I’m not even sure what’s meant to be in brownies, let alone what was in these ones. They didn’t kill me, though, so they must have been alright.
The love notes are not drug induced. Unless you count love as a drug. Then they are.
Please you know that there is nothing more fun that you could be doing than reading livejournal comments… NOTHING!
So since this comment was last posted the Finnish women have been back to Sydney and have done their “seeding”.
Now that they have had experience in “seeding” did they by any chance “seed” you?
No. I’m infertile.
I’m sorry. I was so looking forward to seeing little redknobs running around Newtown.
Believe me, you’re not the only one. My mailbox is overflowing.
They must be fucking interesting them. :D
And that’s nothing compared to your trousers.
That’s why I had to stop wearing a kilt.
True red headed kin never stop wearing the kilt.
Are you some aficionado on redheads now or something? The bloodnut police?
GET OFF MY BACK, PIG.
Oh don’t pretend you don’t understand.
David Brent combined with that compound word is a recipe for hot sex.