Its been a long time... too long. Last time i blogged i was pretty much a pussy clueless fresher bitch. Not anymore. For an explanation, please read your allocated section:
PARENTS
After a week of tireless study, no sleep-ins, eary lectures, exponential amounts of study, some more lectures, study, homework, study, research, more study, little sleep, and on top of that, some study, we are well equipped for the challenges that uni life holds for us. Except for the alcohol... we've heard of the stuff, but we dont know what it is. In fact, we are so well behaved, dedicated and studious that we havnt even had time to find out what alcohol is. Or shave.
FRIENDS
We have cleverly and sneakily discovered which lectures, labs and tutorials we have to attend and which we dont... Brock is a good friend to have in this regard, as it is well known he is the sneakiest, most devious Lambda Boy of all. We are starting to call him The Piker, as he is fast becoming the one who skips, dodges and avoids everything from O-week, to Traditional Wednesday Student Nights. Unforgivable... But we still, somehow, love him.
We have also managed to scope out the cheapest booze dealers in the area... But not before Kelly got us chucked out of a Liquor Store that was dirt cheap, because he lost his wallet and didnt have any ID. Which meant we had to buy the booze at another place which cost about 20 big ones extra... Good on ya Huggy Bear.
Anyway, the best way to detail the week is probably chronologically.
O-Week was sick, starting with Fresher Ice Breakers... One of which was Musical Boys... When told we were about to play this game, Kelly got so excited thinking he would be able to play some guys trumpets, and blow their trombones, until it was explained that it was actually like musical chairs, excepts girls played, and the boys were the chairs. It was pretty funny, and awkward at
the same time.
We did some other shit, and the next day i had my exam (PASS) and a quiz night... This involves me getting my leg hairs torn off my innocent leg, brock eating hot-ass chillis, and kelly downing a 2L milk in 30seconds, until he realises he cheated by starting early so it didnt count hahahaha. Tool. Then Brock pretty much piked/pussed out on the rest of the week, while me and Kel enjoyed the Doomsday Party at the Tav, where they have cheaper jugs than Zoo glamour models.
Also of note was the massive trick we played on the chicks... They had a girls day, then when they came back to pose for a picture, they got a pleasant surprise... See video for more details!
O-Week ended with another party - Rubiks Cube. For those who are retarded prostitutes, Rubiks Cube parties involve attending in random multicolor clothes, then swapping with other attendees until you end up in the same colour, or pass out drunk. Kelly couldn’t make it for a reason that will remain undisclosed, but Brock and Thomas the Squeezer joined for some fun and games. It was cool as, more colourful than some of Jarryd’s spews it could be said. I got dacked to my tea bags a couple of time, which was not fun for me, but hilarious to those looking at my white ass. I ended up looking like a Malaysian Transsexual, which luckily was the look I was going for.
Then O-Week ended and Real Life began. Classes were pretty cruisy, but its weird being in a lecture hall with 200 people, only half of which look like they can speak fluent English. Kelly and Brock, being the gayest kids ever, joined the Table Tennis Club, increasing the number of White members to 2, so they spent a bit of the week getting into ‘shape’.
One of the best parts of our time at trinity, is hearing Ben with his guitar. He is damn sexy-like when he plays his melodic made-up tunes, our favourites being Connor The Dog, and The Alex, Kelly and Dimitri songs, coincidently the only two we’ve heard. But nevertheless, we were amazed, and we hope to record a song for everyone very soon, its just a matter of sorting out the contracts and making sure both parties are satisfied with the agreement.
We were supposed to have some Photo and stuff taken, but due to shitty weather it was called off. So, not wanting to waste an opportunity, and knowing we hardly ever scrub up so good, we decided to take matter into our own hands. Damn, we look fine. Not Brock, as you’ll notice, as he was off ‘piking’ once again.
From left to right: Party Boy Ben, The Red Ranger, Myself, Dimmy, Party Boy Stash, Pimp Jono
Some of the nicknames we have invented:
Party Boy Greg
Party Boy Stash
Party Boy Ben
Party Boy Rolski
Safa Matt
Jeremy
Raspy
Fat Cat
K - Dog
Gigi
Connor the Dog
Ben10
V-Card
Degeneres
Dennis the Menace
Dimmy
The Piker
Bitch Arm
Pimp Jono
