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Hiking in the Stirling Ranges, the mountains are huge and my mantra becomes fuck this shit. It's the wrong time of day and we're the last group. Stuboness prevails and sunstroke and heatstroke and actual strokes kicks us in the face. Sab leaves a message halfway down the mountain - Fuck this shit, scrawled into rocks. There's a note too, will come back with water. He goes down and comes back, what a champ. His decent is hilarious as he can't walk down mountains, he must run. Comical like a roadrunner. Meep Meep.
Wai-Con is full of nerds and it's like a giant shop filled with thousands of people. There's noone in the panels which is surprising as they kick muchos ass. I do my best to skirt the crowds and jump from panel to panel. Cosplay competition is hilarious, we miss most of it and only catch the last half hour.
Dash down south in the middle of the afternoon, placate what must be playcotten (what'st he past tense of placate, I wonder). Fuel, beer and food is as expensive as expected but makes me irate none the less.
Second day of wai-con, miss all the cool panels I wanted to see, the cos-play competition and the closing ceremony is pretty shit. Decide it's a waste of time and come to D&D not-so-late-as-expected. It's much more fun and regret spending so much time with strangers.
Tafe sends me a SMS saying they think I'm cool and I can come study with them. Watch some fireworks and eat some sausages, miss the Hottest 100 countdown because it's broadcast in real time, reminisce about better celebrations in times gone by and mope. Head into tafe, get lost, mope about parking situation.
Watch lots of voyager, sell all my spare computer gear to pay for tafe fees, get a phone call from sab asking about post codes: get confused because North Perth has two post codes (a central and RSM post code), get irate at uni and tafe timetables not jelling, apply for lots of jobs, research valentines day plans and find something deserving of a reciprocal holiday, drink four beers and type up an angry email to education minister, discover Lamb, Sour Cream & Sweet Chilli Sauce kebabs and don't send email.
Get lost somewhere in the week and spend two or three days a day ahead. Go out on a Friday that turns out to be a Thursday, use a massage chair that feels like being felt up by a large black man, mope about TAFE starting, mope about being a year off graduating uni (again), mope about being a year off graduating TAFE (again, again, again: That's three times. This will be the fucking 4th). Eat another lamb kebab with Sour Cream & Sweet Chili Sauce.
Contemplate another beer.
Wai-Con is full of nerds and it's like a giant shop filled with thousands of people. There's noone in the panels which is surprising as they kick muchos ass. I do my best to skirt the crowds and jump from panel to panel. Cosplay competition is hilarious, we miss most of it and only catch the last half hour.
Dash down south in the middle of the afternoon, placate what must be playcotten (what'st he past tense of placate, I wonder). Fuel, beer and food is as expensive as expected but makes me irate none the less.
Second day of wai-con, miss all the cool panels I wanted to see, the cos-play competition and the closing ceremony is pretty shit. Decide it's a waste of time and come to D&D not-so-late-as-expected. It's much more fun and regret spending so much time with strangers.
Tafe sends me a SMS saying they think I'm cool and I can come study with them. Watch some fireworks and eat some sausages, miss the Hottest 100 countdown because it's broadcast in real time, reminisce about better celebrations in times gone by and mope. Head into tafe, get lost, mope about parking situation.
Watch lots of voyager, sell all my spare computer gear to pay for tafe fees, get a phone call from sab asking about post codes: get confused because North Perth has two post codes (a central and RSM post code), get irate at uni and tafe timetables not jelling, apply for lots of jobs, research valentines day plans and find something deserving of a reciprocal holiday, drink four beers and type up an angry email to education minister, discover Lamb, Sour Cream & Sweet Chilli Sauce kebabs and don't send email.
Get lost somewhere in the week and spend two or three days a day ahead. Go out on a Friday that turns out to be a Thursday, use a massage chair that feels like being felt up by a large black man, mope about TAFE starting, mope about being a year off graduating uni (again), mope about being a year off graduating TAFE (again, again, again: That's three times. This will be the fucking 4th). Eat another lamb kebab with Sour Cream & Sweet Chili Sauce.
Contemplate another beer.