:O

Well, I just woke up.

I haven’t slept in this late for a long time. I woke up at 3pm and that’s the time I’m meant to leave for work. Whoops.

I think I’ll be a little late in today.

The report for the project has been done and should have been submitted today. We had our client demonstration yesterday as well and it seemed to go smoothly. They’re very keen on us doing well and seem to genuinely want what we’re building. It’s a little creepy but it’s still encouraging. It’s fabuluous that now I don’t really have to care all that much about the rest of the course for the semester. Of course, I’ll have to know my stuff for the oral exam but that won’t be too challenging. The same goes for our final presentation. I just want to finish it. Whee.

Last night was the Winesoc Red & White Ball/Formal/Dinner. I got to don my new tux. I think I looked somewhat dapper in the good old traditional black tie style. I have some shitty photos that I took with my shitty camera in to a shitty mirror after I got dressed so I’ll upload them later. That is, as long as I don’t look shitty.

Yes, the dinner last night was great. We’d booked out a Greek restaurant so there was the odd bit of plate smashing alongside a tonne of food and wine. I managed to convince Benecke and Byrne (who needs first names when you could have surnames like that?) to come along with me. I think they had a good time even though they disappeared without saying goodbye (which they did according to Byrne). I even saw JJ, Bal and Chunky there. Guess the nicknames out of that lot.

So we danced and drank and ate and mostly didn’t have to feign merriment until we got kicked out. I wasn’t particularly drunk at the end of the event as I’d spent quite some time standing around outside talking to people and looking after sad drunks so that by the time I returned indoors the bar had been closed. Disappointing. I still managed to score some baklava for the trouble, so it was worth it.

Afterwards a few of us ended up wandering down towards Oxford street. I think we went to The Columbian until they kicked us out and then those of us who were left were unable to get in to some other predominantly queer club because the girls were wearing “open toed shoes”. That’s a new one. It was probably for the best as it meant we could sit in some other pub and get cheaper drinks and all be accosted at once by a rather repulsive drunk lesbian/bisexual who asked us all if we were “going to drink or just sit there looking pretty all night”.

To cap off the night, I scored a cold falafel and managed to share a taxi back to Newtown. I think my clothes survived any real damage, too.

All in all a good night.

Ouch.

Jesus. I was just bringing in my towel and swimmers from the line (I left them out overnight because I was lazy) and a little fucking caterpillar bit me on the forearm. Christ it stings. It’s come up in a big red patch instantaneously. I’m dying!

Scott just bought a webcam. Maybe now we can pick up over the Internet like we’ve always wanted to.

I had lunch today on my own in a restaurant. It’s the first time I’ve eaten alone in a food place that wasn’t a takeaway. I felt both grown up and lame at the same time. Thai Times 9. An old favourite haunt of ours when I actually had friends at uni. It was yum.

I’ve started my work on my project again. Yay for me. I’m also currently downloading the latest episode of Arrested Development. Even more yay. Before we watch it I’m forcing Scott to do a garbage run.

It’s nothing but excitement around here.

Word.

I don’t know if anyone’s noticed, but I deliberately only use 1 word in my subjects for each entry. Only a couple of early entries defy this format. Fascinating.

I’ve been out at a Winesoc dinner and I’ve decided to write something. I think that (like most people) I open up more under the influence of alcohol and speak about more interesting things. Unfortunately there’s also the trade off of being lazier, so it doesn’t guarantee that I’ll actually say anything more in-depth or interesting that the usual boring bullshit I usually post.

So, what can I reveal to all of the 2 or so people that actually take interest in what I write here that is somewhat ground-breaking? Well, let’s see… There’s plenty of things I could say, but they’d probably be incriminating and come back to ruin my life within a few years. Fortunately I’ve always been self-aware enough to know when to hold back, even under the influence of alcohol. ;) Don’t worry, it’s nothing illegal.

I met a gamer tonight, one that I actually know/have played against/remember. That was pretty cool. I told him we should meet up during semester and drink a few beers and the like. He seemed genuinely interested and that’s enough for me. Did you notice I’ve changed tangent? Yes, I open up but still not too much. It’s more fun being a prick tease. Oh yes.

I hope all my effort at typing is paying off. It’s hard to hit the right keys, even with my awe-inspiring touch typing skills. Being a good typist makes me feel like a big man. I remember it always used to impress people whenever they saw me typing on computers at school and elsewhere. It’s like an extended e-penis but without the e… Although, it had something else instead of the e, so it wasn’t just an extended penis. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

Geez. I’m starting to get dizzy and tired. I have to be up at like 7:30 am. That’s only 5 hours away. I wanted to bum a cigarette off Chandler tonight, so I could have a cigarette with coffee tomorrow afternoon. I’ve heard quite a few times that those two drugs seem to go well together, even though I can’t imagine it. I forgot to steal a dart though, so it’ll just have to be coffee on its own, unless I burn some paper and inhale the fumes from that. Somehow I don’t think it’ll carry the same effect.

I spent $40 on taxis tonight. Donated a bottle of Wolf Blass wine to my table and spent about $15 on drinks, plus another $10 on food. $65 for a night out, plus the $30 on the dinner. $95. I really shouldn’t have bothered going to North Sydney. That’s where $60 went of my night. What a pisser. I had Oportos. It was typical of Oportos, ie: bland. At least I shared my chips with some Macedonian guy called Bogdan who swore he’d had a foursome with 3 other girls (due to him being a guitarist in a band and having shoulder-length curly hair) in a gay bar. I have to admit, I ‘m jealous. I’ve never picked up in a gay bar (although I’ve come close, believe it or not), let alone scored a mini orgy with 3 other women. It’s almost offensive that a nerdy guy called Bogdan can, I have to admit. He was nice enough, though. I shared my Oportos chips with him, because I’m sweet.

Anyway, I’m falling asleep here in my chair, so I may as well at least doze off in the bed that I slept in until 12pm this afternoon. Good night, freaks.

MSN.

redknob: i'd probably be eating something nice
redknob: but the cupboards are literally bare
redknob: and it's too cold to go to the shops
redknob: plus i already had 1 and a half big servings of reheated macaroni and cheese
redknob: so i've probably eaten enough for the day
Eri: hehehe
Eri: ive never eaten macroni and cheese before
redknob: i must remember to buy toilet paper tomorrow, lest we end up in an unfortunate predicament
redknob: you're missing out
redknob: it's one of those good old comfort foods
redknob: except i'm eating it as a survival food
redknob: so it seems distinctively less filling but somehow bloating
Eri: hehe yeah
redknob: in the way that only microwaved reheated pasta can
Eri: oh don't forget that toilet paper
Eri: that would suck!
redknob: yesh
redknob: it would
redknob: you know
redknob: i always have high hopes whenever i'm about to go to the supermarket
redknob: then they always come crashing down around me when i see that there's never anything that good to buy in them anyway
redknob: i keep expecting for there to be some magical awesome product you can buy
redknob: that meets the expectations of the unclear dream i have of finding something truly awesome whenever i go shopping
redknob: instead i usually end up with a vanilla malt oak
redknob: this shit is good, i should write it in my journal

Gazongas.

Lara Croft goes bust

In an attempt to appeal to more female players the creators of computer game icon Lara Croft have re-vamped her image to remove one of her most prominent and remarked- upon features – her generous bust.

In the soon-to-be-released “Tomb Raider: Legend”, the eighth title to feature Croft, her DD-size bust has been reduced to a more modest C-cup and some of her more revealing outfits have been ditched, the report said.

Bad luck for all those low-polygon porn freaks out there.

In other news: I had a pie from Shakespeare’s Jesters (note the distinct lack of an apostrophe). Vegetarian curry with a side of their magnificent chips. I’m very disturbed at their lack of an apostrophe in their name. Fuckers. At least the food is still good.

Uni work is in the second wave of “must complete ASAP” for the semester. That’s the good wave because it means exams are coming soon and that means holidays. Huzzah. Cramming time is yet to be scheduled.

Speaking of schedules, I have to get out of work on the 10th of June for Mary’s Katie’s party. Yes, she changed her name last year. I still prefer Mary. Hmm.

Our “temporary flatmate”, Nick, (or G_o_L_i_A_t_H as he prefers to be called) is yet to arrive back from his weekend up in Newcastle rooting his girlfriend. We haven’t heard anything from him and all his stuff is still on the floor near the kitchen, along with his computer. I hope he’s alright. He hasn’t been answering his phone. His mum hasn’t rung us, either. She knows our phone number so I’d assume if she knew something had happened we’d have been called by her at least. Then again if something’s happened on the way home on Sunday night, maybe no one knows about it. I’m avoiding thinking about the possibilities until I hear more. He wasn’t at work today, too.

Hotness.

Me about to snap some raps, yo.

That’s the copy of Evil Genius that I won at ivLAN a few weeks ago, after ripping it up in the Counter-Strike: Source competition. My TMP spelt death for all those in front of me. Honest.

I was asleep two minutes before that photo was taken. I was asleep again two minutes later.

The floor was hard, and cold. Like a corpse, really. Just a little furrier and with more food spilt on it.

Burp.

http://www.lebowskifest.com/default2.asp

Bored. Meant to be going to uni to flog more Winesoc memberships today. Have to shower first. Lala.

I ate too much curry last night along with a naan. I have a food baby indicative of sextuplets.

I got really sunburnt yesterday during O-week as well. I knew I would too. At least I picked it. Might try some suncream today, although we’re only milling around Manning.

My timetable isn’t too bad, I guess. Considering I could only move 2 labs on the whole thing. Blah. I only have labs/tutes on 2 days of the week, so the rest I can potentially bludge at will. That’s comforting to me. I think I’ll try and work long Wednesday afternoon/night and my good old standard Friday night leading on to Saturday morning. That’ll end up with me losing almost $400/w if I drop the other 20 hours I’ve been working each week. Hopefully it’ll be manageable. If not, I’ll just bung on a Thursday shift or something. That’d be crap, though. Hmm. Maybe I can get youth assistance now that my hours have dropped back. I’ll have to check again.

BOLD the ones you have seen from the IMDB Top 100 List

1. Godfather, The (1972)
2. Shawshank Redemption, The (1994)yes
3. Godfather: Part II, The (1974)
4. Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King, The (2003)yes
5. Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers, The (2002)yes
6. Schindler’s List (1993)
7. Shichinin no samurai (1954)
8. Casablanca (1942)
9. Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, The (2001)yes
10. Star Wars (1977)yes
11. Citizen Kane (1941)yes
12. One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest (1975)yes
13. Dr. Strangelove (1964)
14. Star Wars: Episode V – The Empire Strikes Back (1980)yes
15. Rear Window (1954)yes
16. Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981)yes
17. Pulp Fiction (1994)yes
18. Usual Suspects, The (1995)yes
19. Memento (2000)
20. North by Northwest (1959)yes
21. 12 Angry Men (1957)yes
22. Buono, il brutto, il cattivo, Il (1966)
23. Lawrence of Arabia (1962)
24. Psycho (1960)yes
25. Fabuleux destin d’Am?lie Poulain, Le (Amelie) (2001)yes
26. Silence of the Lambs, The (1991)
27. It’s a Wonderful Life (1946)
28. Goodfellas (1990)
29. American Beauty (1999)yes
30. Sunset Blvd. (1950)
31. Vertigo (1958)yes
32. Matrix, The (1999)yes
33. Cidade de Deus (2002)
34. To Kill a Mockingbird (1962)yes
35. C’era una volta il West (1968)
36. Apocalypse Now (1979)yes
37. Pianist, The (2002)
38. Third Man, The (1949)
39. Paths of Glory (1957)
40. Taxi Driver (1976)
41. Fight Club (1999)yes
42. Sen to Chihiro no kamikakushi (2001)
43. Some Like It Hot (1959)
44. Double Indemnity (1944)
45. Boot, Das (1981)
46. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004)
47. Singin’ in the Rain (1952)
48. Chinatown (1974)
49. L.A. Confidential (1997)
50. Maltese Falcon, The (1941)
51. Requiem for a Dream (2000)
52. All About Eve (1950)
53. M (1931)
54. Bridge on the River Kwai, The (1957)
55. Se7en (1995)yes
56. Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1975)yes
57. Saving Private Ryan (1998)yes
58. Rash?mon (1950)
59. Raging Bull (1980)
60. Wizard of Oz, The (1939)yes
61. Alien (1979)yes
62. American History X (1998)
63. Sting, The (1973)yes
64. L?on (The Professional) (1994)yes
65. Mr. Smith Goes to Washington (1939)
66. Manchurian Candidate, The (1962)
67. Vita ? bella, La (1997)
68. Touch of Evil (1958)
69. Treasure of the Sierra Madre, The (1948)
70. Finding Nemo (2003)yes
71. 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968)yes
72. Reservoir Dogs (1992)
73. Great Escape, The (1963)yes
74. Modern Times (1936)
75. Clockwork Orange, A (1971)yes
76. Amadeus (1984)
77. On the Waterfront (1954)
78. Ran (1985)
79. Kill Bill: Vol. 1 (2003)yes
80. Annie Hall (1977)
81. Wo hu cang long (2000)
82. Jaws (1975)yes
83. Apartment, The (1960)
84. Braveheart (1995)yes
85. High Noon (1952)
86. Aliens (1986)yes
87. Fargo (1996)yes
88. Strangers on a Train (1951)
89. Shining, The (1980)yes
90. Metropolis (1927)
91. Blade Runner (1982)yes
92. Sixth Sense, The (1999)yes
93. City Lights (1931)
94. Donnie Darko (2001)yes
95. Duck Soup (1933)yes
96. Great Dictator, The (1940)
97. General, The (1927)
98. Sjunde inseglet, Det (1957)
99. Princess Bride, The (1987)
100. Dogville (2003)

I swear Lord of the Rings 1-3 don’t deserve to have 3 of the top 10 spots. Fucking movie geeks. There’s a few there that I know Dad has at home and I just haven’t gotten around to seeing, either. I will though, then that list will be MINE.

I’m barred up that Leon is on it, though. :D

Seems the list has changed a bit anyway. I notice Spider-Man 2 made it at #250. Good times. :)

Cake.

Well, not really. There was no cake. I had one and a half brownies, though.

Yeah, I turned 22 yesterday. No biggie.

I don’t really like birthdays. At least I didn’t work this one.

Got a few SMSes (SMSs?), etc. Took Lou to Manly for an hour for lunch. It wasn’t the best lunch ever for $14, she paid though. ;)

Still, I knew I should have gone to either Shakespeare’s, Montezuma’s or one of the kebab shops. I’m sort of over the cafe dining thing. I know it’s nice to sit down somewhere and kick back, but the prices are always bullshit and half the time the food isn’t that good anyway.

Give me Subway or give me expense!

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I can live with that.

Interestingly enough:

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He’s going to be proud.

Quiz.

Yeah we’re on a $10 prepaid dialup plan, waiting for Telstra to process the ADSL line fault that dearest Larry submitted on my behalf last Tuesday. The things we do.

Went to a barbecue at home last night and saw David and Clare again. Actually got to speak a bit more to Clare as well, which was nice. Had plenty of food and even more sugar for the weekend. I’m going to be diabetic in the near future, I feel.

1. What did you do in 2004 that you’d never done before? Trip to the Middle East, failed to get less than a credit in my uni subjects, moved in to Newtown.

2. Did you keep your New Years’ resolutions, and will you make more for next year? I don’t do resolutions.

3. Did anyone close to you give birth? No.

4. Did anyone close to you die? No.

5. What countries did you visit? UAE; Qatar (that’s where Bahrain is, right?), although it was just the airport; Oman and Singapore.

6. What would you like to have in 2005 that you lacked in 2004? An erection. LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLno. Maybe an ADSL line in the flat at Newtown. An IT job instead of data-entry would be nice too. Perhaps the knowledge of my graduation and an invite to honours as well, just for fun.

7. What dates from 2004 will remain etched upon your memory? Etched sounds more much dramatic than it is. Just boring things.

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year? Cruising through uni part-time for a year and actually doing pretty well compared to the amount of effort I put in.

9. What was your biggest failure? Being .1 off a distinction average for my uni subjects… But that’s ok I can try and make up for it when I do the rest of 3rd year next year… Whee.

10. Did you suffer illness or injury? Still got RSI plus all my other niggling ailments.

11. What was the best thing you bought? Maybe my new PC. Or my Troma movies. Or TISM stuff.

12. Whose behaviour merited celebration? Whatever.

13. Whose behaviour made you appalled and depressed? Not seeing Al and Benecke’s cocks at my housewarming.

14. Where did most of your money go? PC, DVDs, miscellaneous.

15. What did you get really, really, really excited about? Spider-Man 2.

16. What song/album will always remind you of 2004? Nothing, really.

17. Compared to this time last year, are you:
i. happier or sadder? Happier.
ii. thinner or fatter? Thinner.
iii. richer or poorer? Poorer today, maybe, richer soon.

18. What do you wish you’d done more of? Winning, sleeping.

19. What do you wish you’d done less of? Losing, working.

20. How will you be spending Christmas? Same way I spend every Christmas, hanging around Bev’s for a barbecue and being a little bored.

22. Did you fall in love in 2004? I AM TAKEN KTHX.

23. How many one night stands in this last year? 0.

24. What was your favorite TV program? Smallville’s the only thing I really follow, but there’s other shows I like/would like more if I bothered watching them.

25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year? No.

26. What was the best book you read? I never read enough. :(

27. What was your greatest musical discovery? Why listen to music when you can listen to TISM?

28. What did you want and get? Spider-Man 2.

29. What did you want and not get? Dresden Dolls tickets. hehe

30. What was your favourite film of this year? Spider-Man 2, a few others. I like lots of movies.

31. What did you do on your birthday? Worked. Just like my 18th. Vanessa gave me an Oporto chip, though.

32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying? Making MEGABUCKS.

33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2004? Fashion?

34. What kept you sane? Procrastinating.

35. Which celebrity/public figure did you like the most? Die.

36. What political issue stirred you the most? All the elections, the war, Honi Soit vs the Union Recorder (or not).

37. Who did you miss? Flare. hehe

38. Who was the best new person you met? Dunno.

39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2004. Lemon gelato wins hearts.

40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year. If you’re ugly, forget it.

ARGH.

Still no net. Hi home.

I need to find out Dad’s special rent account number so I can deposit all of my cash and be poor again. :<

Larry the exetel man says to try a few more things tonight and see what happens, if that doesn’t work he’ll lodge an ADSL fault complaint with Telstra for me, or some crap. God knows.

Stupid ISP only having office hours open during business hours. It’s not fucking good for either me or Scott as we both work outside of and through exetel’s business hours, so there’s only 1 or 2 days a week where we’re home to go through all their bullshit.

I bet the pricks bill me for the first month, too. Real fair. Especially when Larry himself (hallowed-be-thy-name) admitted he wasn’t even sure what the problem was. Hopefully I can fix it tonight, otherwise what’s another few days.

It’s just the convenience of the net that I’m missing. Having to drive home to do netbanking and check my email etc is pretty annoying. I can do most of the basic things at netcafes easily enough, but no fucking way am I doing any actual monetary transactions or banking from one of those places.

So what else have I been doing, then? Hmm.

Well, Scott and I have been checking out a few restaurants up King street, most are alright, bar Guzzle Tandoori opposite us. Totally shit. Lou’s been coming along now and then too. This week I’m gonna try and starve myself a bit because I feel like I’m overeating again and I want to lose some more weight. If that doesn’t work or I can’t handle it I’ll fire up the kick-start diet again and try that out. Yeah, just in time for Christmas. That’s ok though, I don’t really like Christmas food much.

Speaking of food, I think I’m going to Kylie Kwong’s (Kwan? Kwon?) restaurant with Lou and her parents next week… I think. It’s either tomorrow or next week. Hrm. That’s Asian-y food anyway, and if it’s Chinese I don’t particulary get off too much on that either. Still, I’m sure it’ll be fun.

Saw Garden State with Lou last week, very good and enjoyable and it didn’t feel Hollywood-bastardised, which is refreshing for an American movie. Much like all my Troma videos that I’m still ploughing through. I think I’m starting to convert Scott to both TISM and Troma. Look out. He seemed to enjoy the 10 year old TISM video I converted to DVD about some of their exploits. Jolly good.

Last weekend was the Christmas party for where I work. We went to the same place again: Harold Park Paceway (gotta love the trots). The food was alright, very RSL/bistro-y. I didn’t eat any of the seafood, of course. The beer seemed to be watered down but at least it was free. My costume (a “Christmas present”, ie a cardbox box with shoulder straps made of tinsel and wrapped in wrapping paper) fell apart when the wind blew the paper straight off it, so I ditched it. I couldn’t be fucked carrying it from Newtown to Glebe or wherever the Paceway is, I walked 35 minutes to get there.

After the party I decided to go to Newtown, instead of Oxford street where some of my other colleagues went. It turned out another girl I knew from work was hitting up a pub on King street so I met up there with her and more work people I’d never spoken to before. It went well enough. I then had to escort a girl called Alecia around the back streets of Newtown to find the Imperial where some more “upstairs” people from work were hanging around. No one stayed there long though as it was getting a bit late and no one was drinking enough to keep it going. I managed to fluke my way through the back streets and found my apartment really easily. Go me.

On Sunday, Deny came around to pick up his paintings and mum and dad came round to check up on things and help me with a few handyman style jobs. Scott and I were rather amused that orphic never bothered calling or dropping in. I’m sure she’ll have a good excuse. hehe.

As for work, well, I’m simply working too hard (as usual, of course) and I’m getting my RSI symptoms back again. I can only type for a little while before it starts to burn, but I have other odd jobs to keep me going for my 3 ten hour shifts a week. Good times, yes.

Hopefully I’ll be able to work my way in to the IT department after Christmas. Hopefully. We’ll see what happens.

Anyway I suppose I’ll get a wriggle on and get back to the flat. Oh maybe I’ll pay dad first and bust my bank account. Medicare still haven’t paid him his money for about the 6th time this year… Yes, Medicare owes my dad $30k from this year, and still haven’t paid up. They keep saying the forms he submitted must have been lost by Australia Post. Unfortunately for them he’s always delivered them by hand to Medicare’s office drop boxes. Bad luck on the excuses, you pricks.

So, that’s why he wants my money, now. :S

Whee.

Oh yeah, getting up at 5am for work fucking smokes it.