(no subject)
So tired that I may even fall asleep early tonight. Early enough to get be able to GET UP on time for my class tomorrow morning....I don't want to go.
Friday night I went to Ballarat with Steph and together with her housemate Mat got INCREDIBLY wasted. ah bourbon. you serve me well. It was heaps of fun, from what i remember and i can't wait to do it again. The next day we (had some more drinks and then) trained back to melbourne for Vagy's birthday. Anna picked us up, darling that she is, and drove us to sydney road where we fucked around for 20 minutes or something trying to find the place we were meant to be. Why were there two 280s on that road? Eventually we found our way and headed for the bar mmmmmmmmmmmmm. Anna and Steph headed off for sleepage and i stayed to drink with my other half - Vagy, you are the greatest ever! However, i don't think that night was quite drunk enough. We should have another night where we go and get entirely hammered in true vagcrust style, yes?
Much drinking, and moving to other pubs which was entirely unnecessary because we just ended up back at the Retreat anyway. but whatever.
The only downside was the involvement of those assholes who kicked out the boys for being gay and told my vagy to 'tone it down'. What the fuck is that. It made me sooooo angry. It may not have been me, but it could have been and it was just a cunty thing to do full stop.
What pissed me off more, was when I told mum about it and she just goes "oh well!" in that tone that says "oh well...they shouldn't have been kissing in public, those disgusting faggots." and when i got pissy about it she decided i was a melodramatic bitch who just wanted something to whinge about and that i don't actually give a fuck and i just want to be all controversial and 'left wing'. i really just wanted her to STOP. and shut the fuck up. fucking idiot. doesn't even know what the hell she's talking about. grr
anyway
i left with hillary and vagy and attempted to get a cab to king st but that just wasn't happening with those cunting road blocks in the city. so i walked a bit and then tried again and luckily i got a cool cabby who wasn't afraid to be illegal to get me where i had to go. then i couldn't get into the hotel because they weren't letting anyone else in, so i waited around for a bit and eventually got rescued by rudi and co. We trotted off for the ritual grease intake and then got a nightrider. THE IDIOT DRIVER drove us half way to perth and back before PASSING THE STOP we wanted, and dropping us six hundred kms from home. No taxis would take us because it was too close, sooooooooooo we walked twenty hours back. but it wasn't that bad, after our fingers and faces went numb from cold. Actually i kind of liked it, even though he was supremely annoyed. aaaahahah supremely.
SO YES a pretty awesome night I THINK :)
AND NOW i have to sleep, otherwise I will miss developmental AGAIN and fail forever. SIGH
ninjafag
Friday night I went to Ballarat with Steph and together with her housemate Mat got INCREDIBLY wasted. ah bourbon. you serve me well. It was heaps of fun, from what i remember and i can't wait to do it again. The next day we (had some more drinks and then) trained back to melbourne for Vagy's birthday. Anna picked us up, darling that she is, and drove us to sydney road where we fucked around for 20 minutes or something trying to find the place we were meant to be. Why were there two 280s on that road? Eventually we found our way and headed for the bar mmmmmmmmmmmmm. Anna and Steph headed off for sleepage and i stayed to drink with my other half - Vagy, you are the greatest ever! However, i don't think that night was quite drunk enough. We should have another night where we go and get entirely hammered in true vagcrust style, yes?
Much drinking, and moving to other pubs which was entirely unnecessary because we just ended up back at the Retreat anyway. but whatever.
The only downside was the involvement of those assholes who kicked out the boys for being gay and told my vagy to 'tone it down'. What the fuck is that. It made me sooooo angry. It may not have been me, but it could have been and it was just a cunty thing to do full stop.
What pissed me off more, was when I told mum about it and she just goes "oh well!" in that tone that says "oh well...they shouldn't have been kissing in public, those disgusting faggots." and when i got pissy about it she decided i was a melodramatic bitch who just wanted something to whinge about and that i don't actually give a fuck and i just want to be all controversial and 'left wing'. i really just wanted her to STOP. and shut the fuck up. fucking idiot. doesn't even know what the hell she's talking about. grr
anyway
i left with hillary and vagy and attempted to get a cab to king st but that just wasn't happening with those cunting road blocks in the city. so i walked a bit and then tried again and luckily i got a cool cabby who wasn't afraid to be illegal to get me where i had to go. then i couldn't get into the hotel because they weren't letting anyone else in, so i waited around for a bit and eventually got rescued by rudi and co. We trotted off for the ritual grease intake and then got a nightrider. THE IDIOT DRIVER drove us half way to perth and back before PASSING THE STOP we wanted, and dropping us six hundred kms from home. No taxis would take us because it was too close, sooooooooooo we walked twenty hours back. but it wasn't that bad, after our fingers and faces went numb from cold. Actually i kind of liked it, even though he was supremely annoyed. aaaahahah supremely.
SO YES a pretty awesome night I THINK :)
AND NOW i have to sleep, otherwise I will miss developmental AGAIN and fail forever. SIGH
ninjafag