Next.

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Scott’s out. Andrew’s in. Groovy.

I’m feeling really lazy with my LJ updates of late. That’s just a notification in case no one realised by themselves. I really should get back into posting every time something interesting happens (I know, it sounds funny that a bludger like me would have things occuring more than once a week). I guess it’s just been the Christmas/New Year/flatmate change/general party-hardiness distracting me.

I have to clean up. My parents are coming around soon with my cousins. Ahh!

By the way, inner-westers, the chicken Caesar salad at Taste on King Street is positively awesome.

Oh yeah, I’ll get the movies from New Year’s and the rest up soon! I promise! Really!

Blacklist.

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I’m finally notorious, officially.

My images directory on our teamdot.com.au site is blacklisted by some Internet protection software, apparently. Now I just need to find out from which program it is.

Woohoo!

Random.

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That’s how I would describe last night.

What I thought would be a quiet public holiday evening watching a low quality rip of the latest Harry Potter film turned out to be a loud public holiday evening watching a low quality rip of the latest Harry Potter film.

That’s right. came around. We ended up finishing off all of my beer, vodka, whiskey, half a bottle of merlot and he went through quite a few cigarettes. On any other night that would have been filed as “success”. Last night turned out a little different when our newest neighbour stuck his head over the balcony and greeted us. We ended up drinking and smoking even more then checked out his apartment and ate plenty of crappy leftover junk food that everyone seems to have in store come Christmas. I ended up passing out completely out of my head around 4am or so.

My alarm clock was palmy’s excited shrieks to the cricket at 11am. We took a trip to the dirty bird (KFC) for breakfast/lunch and now we’re putting off going to work. Well, I am.

Living with him is going to be interesting.

Talisyawn.

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Yeah I made a bad joke for my subject. Great. The joke is about this movie. I probably should have explained that first. The longest 73 minutes of my life. I even fell asleep halfway through it. I think that’s impressive. We’ll still keep the DVD.

tofu just told me he thinks furry porn is hot. For fuck’s sake. I’m glad he’s moving to Melbourne.

Christmas was alright. I got a video camera. Expensive, but bottom of the line for its type. Good enough for the amateur, annoying stuff that I want to record. I still think I’ll try and pick up a good digital camera in a few months. Particularly for when I’m travelling. I might get one in Japan.

I ate way too much food over the weekend and during the last day or so and the majority of it was (of course) junk. My diet’s been put on hold for the holiday season it seems. I’m still trying to resist but there’s just so much tasty stuff out there to eat at the moment. Mmm, piggy.

New year’s at the shack should be good. That is, of course, as long as people don’t soft out. It’s going to be a little weird anyway I think but I’ll make sure I enjoy myself and everyone else can either join in or get lost. That’s right. I’m playing hardball.

I’m disappointed that it looks like I’m going to need an iPod or equivalent before I go overseas next year. I’m not used to having a large assortment of music available that I actually want to listen to. I’m going to have to adjust.

Bored.

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This is me right now:

Anyone feel like we have something in common?

P.S. notice that the shirt behind me hasn’t moved in 3 days?

Clothes!

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My new t-shirts arrived! Now I have about 6 more or something to wear around. They’re medium size. Quite snug. I’ve decided that today I will wear my Big Lebowski “I don’t roll on Shabbos” one. Here’s a picture of me puffing my chest out in it:

I’ve done a spot of Christmas shopping today. I also got one of my beloved pie meal deals. I even had a chat to the nice lady who works there. She brought the food out to me and even bothered going around the counter to get me a knife and fork and napkin. I think I’m in.

The problem with buying presents for people is that I never know where to draw the line in regards to who I should buy for. I think I’ll try to just get presents for people I think have gotten me one, except for because I don’t think anything could top the colouring in set I received. That and the fact that I hate mailing things.

I got horribly sunburnt yesterday after about 4 hours of sun exposure. It doesn’t really show in the picture but my face is bright pink and it hurts to pull t-shirts on and off. My hands and wrists got super fried, too. I’m sure I’ll have to get skin cancers burnt off them later. Ouch.

My subpoena incident has finished. I wasn’t required to go in and give evidence, even though the dipshit lawyers told me 3 times I’d be needed and that I’d have an hour’s notice to turn up. Great job they’re doing. To vindicate myself a little I went and cashed in the $25 cheque they sent me with the initial letter. The $25 that is meant to have been used to get myself to court in the first place. Fuckers.

Waking up at 8am makes the day feel longer. Too long.

Woot.

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I’m going to have to do a spot of Christmas shopping this week. God damn it. On top of that, my beard’s back and it’s a little itchy. Life is hard.

This week has been pretty fun. My Finnish-friendly Newtown tour guide abilities have shot through the roof and I even found a few shops myself that I didn’t know existed in the area. I guess that’ll help with the shopping. I’m sure we’ve magically watched about 300 hours of television and movies throughout the week. Somehow we managed to make it out on the town on Thursday and Saturday nights, too. I was expecting them both to be able to drink considerably more but at least rapid inebriation means you save money on alcohol.

Today I have to get my Amelie DVD back from a uni friend. I exchanged it for Fight Club, since I’d never watched it from start to finish properly before. It was only about 2 months ago, giving me just enough time to scrape in a viewing. She’s going to be near Broadway getting enrolled into a religious order. Sounds exciting, doesn’t it? She gets to wear a scapula and probably learns a secret handshake. I think it may also entitle her to discounts at various retail outlets. Personally, I’d prefer a customer loyalty card but whatever.

Ross got back on Thursday night. I was going to pick him up from the airport but I was already drinking in Newtown when he landed. He got home via the miracle of public transport and seemed to survive, so I didn’t feel so bad. I made up for it last night when I walked home from the Cross (again) with tofu (again). That’s at least the third time I’ve achieved that. Each occurrence makes me feel just a little bit more like I’m a man. Eventually I’ll have the courage to do it without wearing a skirt and holding hands with tofu the whole way back for warmth.

Lately I’ve lost my appetite. There’s no particular reason for it that I can think of. I just have. This is good because I’m trying to spare some cash. I only ever feel slightly hungry but never enough to make me really want to chow down, so I’m getting by very easily on just one meal a day or so. These last few days that one meal has been somewhat dodgy and heavy-sitting in my stomach, so maybe that’s why I’m coping so well. I would give it all up for a good savoury crepe. I’ve been craving one for months but I never find myself in a food court at the right time in order to get one and we all know that the only places you can get crepes are from food courts in shopping centres.

The Istanbul on King kebab shop has me confused. They make quality kebabs but their falafels are poor. This totally destroys my otherwise consistently correct theory that you can gauge the calibre of a kebab shop based on the strength of their falafels. To fudge my results, I’m going to write that experience off as an outlier and assume it was just a bad batch and never buy a falafel from there again.

Clean.

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toffee and I just cleaned up our flat again, since our Finnish friends will be back in town tonight after they were sacked from the lettuce planting farm job they had. I know. We aren’t sure how you get sacked from planting lettuce, either.

I’ve just gotten the bath tub/shower looking nice and white so I’m scared that I’ll make it all dirty again when I have a shower as I have dirty feet from all my housemaid action. I should note down that tofu actually did the vacuuming. What a moment! ;)

Mantech Mike still hasn’t mentioned anything to me about this ASX job. He only did it on Thursday or something, though. I guess I’ll just have to wait it out a bit longer and see what happens.

This week I’ve boosted my MP3 stockpile by another 4 gigabytes or so. Research is fun! Unfortunately I’m the only person I’ve ever met that likes the music I get. That’s if meeting myself counts. Technically I haven’t. I’ve never met anyone that likes the music I get. That’s better.

One of my top level teeth (A grade only) has become a bit sensitive to cold. Even sucking in air causes a little bit of pain. I think I may have been brushing too hard and cut back the gum a little. My fault for buying a “hard” bristle toothbrush thinking that it’d wear down and become soft after a few brushes. Whoops. Sensodyne times may well be ahead.

Last night we had an epic victory in actionball, 48-35. I’m actually surprised the other team scored that many times. Our shooters (apart from me, of course) were on fire. Literally. They’re in the burn ward at the moment recovering. I think I got some of their skin stuck to my shoe. Maybe it was my skin, since I still get a blister each time I play. It’s worth enduring. Man, I have so much fun running around in my pink shirt. I want to play every day.

So, anyone else wondering how most of the kebab shops are going today in Cronulla? Poor buggers.

Tea.

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Behold a different icon for once!

I’m drinking what I think is my first Earl Grey. With milk. No sugar. Is that protocol?

Tea isn’t my thing, really. I’ve never really been into drinking it. Sometimes I have odd cravings/curiosities about it, like today, so I drink a cup. I have to use coffee mugs as I have no teacups in my cupboards.

My highlight for today is that I don’t have to go to court tomorrow due to there being a guilty plea. The lady on the phone said I may need to still do something next Tuesday, but that’s alright. Whatever.

My highlight for yesterday is that the man from Mantech contacted me with a new job at the Australian Stock Exchange. It’s some kind of helpdesk position but it is 24/7 with weekend shifts, too. It could be real hard work but really fun, or at least interesting. “Mantech Mike”, as I like to call him, will take care of it for me, he said. Hurrah!

It’s started to disturb me that it seems 90% of the listed IT jobs are based in North Sydney. What’s the deal with that? I wouldn’t mind so much if it wasn’t such a bitch to get there from Newtown. If I get this ASX job it’s irrelevant, I know, seeing as it’s on Bridge street and all. Still, there’s clearly some conspiracy going on. I’ll crack it one day. When I care.

Tonight I’m meant to be going to a 20th at the Lowenbrau. I feel so old. Last weekend I went to a 21st so everything’s going backwards. Perhaps the world is letting me catch up for lost time. Or fate or destiny or some other guiding hand. Maybe it’s just because I have more younger friends these days. That could be it. Good thinking, old man Ollie.

The Electric Lady website is trickling along on the wheels of progression. I’ve been teaching myself PHP as I go. Most of what I’m doing is very basic but I suppose if you’re teaching yourself that’s how you start out. Jolly good.

I’ve just noticed I seem to have a weird habit of finishing my inane story paragraphs (ie, all of them) with some short sentence that almost looks like I’m talking to myself, or checking off each statement as I go. I don’t know if this revelation is important or not, even indicative. I don’t really enjoy reading over what I’ve written while I show this particular tendency, so I’m going to make a conscious effort to stop. Unless, of course, I realise that I have no other way to neatly finish off each paragraph.

See, that last one just feels like it’s hanging. I need my “full stop statement”.

Even that one seems cut off. Argh, this will be a challenge!

Just to show I’m not all class with my fancy pants Earl Grey, yesterday I finished off my last can of KB for lunch with some sickening Maggi noodles. I even whacked in a wee bit of sesame oil and soy sauce when I cookd them but I think the flavour sachet is what kills me every time. I’m going to throw the rest out if I can summon the courage/energy. I suppose I really should confess one more thing: I drank the KB out of a beer glass. Yes, I poured it out. That probably makes the whole event a little classier, unless it’s considered as a tacky action, seeing as it’s only KB.

I’m scared. I think my RSI-afflicted arms are going to haunt me forever. Pain is bad. :'( It hurts to use computers. How ironic. I think it’s irony. Let’s pretend.

By the way (I know none of you care, but I’ll mention it anyway), I made a last.fm account for myself. I left TISM playing overnight just to be stupid. I wanted to pump up their presence on the site. What a dedicated fan I am.