2nd Sem

Its been a long time. Here's what's happened since last time;

The same.
Kelly and Morgs are still hugging all the time
My hamstring is still fucked
Brock is still the laziest uni student ever
Jarryd still thinks goon is cool
Thomas is still hunting juvies on myspace
Calum stills sings songs really loud at parties

Different.
2nd semester is about to start
Busselton Colts actually have a good side this year
I have very little hair, on my head at least
Brock has a steady girlfriend (no more dry spell)
Cal found himself a saucy gal, Rosabella
We think we have proof that Kerny is, in fact, straight
We have resorted to drinking Export
Tom is hunting new juvies on myspace
Karen now gets drunk all the time

Thats about it for the big talking points. We mosl passed all our units this semester, and are looking forward to semester two, where we might try and be a bit more sociable. Even if it does cost money.

:D

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

Long Time

Is what its been since i last updated. Over the festive season i must have been feeling too lazy or whatever.

Anyway, Christmas was good. Except that i had to work, but the $40ph was almost a present in the end. We had a massive family dinner, it was awesome. Seeing as my Dad is a chef and my Mummy is no crab in the old kitchen either...

Then we had family down a couple of days later, my dads Italian cousins and some of my closer relatives. We went down to Meelup and had a day out there, which was the bomb cos i saw Chad Fletcher and Tyson Stenglein, who said hello to me as we passed on the stairs... I think they were probably just excited to see me. Fans, what can you do....

New Years for me was pretty shit but apparently other people had a bit of fun. I worked at Abbey in the bar though, so at least it was a bit exciting... i got to see Chels for like half an hour, that was good while it lasted too. I was gonna go out a drink after, but no point at like 1 oclock is there?

Oh, and somewhere in there, Brock and Sam thought it would be nice to organise a beach hangout like 2 days before, so only a couple of the best could make it... Me of course, the infamous, and devious Brock, Sam, Calum and Karen. I must say, it was pretty enjoyable even with such a small group. So we plan to do it again this weekend, Saturday night, and make it a bigger and more regular thing i hope.

Southbound. Thats what im forgetting. It was hot damn good. And really hot too. Fvaoursites were the Kooks, Architecture in Helseinki and Faker. But not the Hahn Premium Light in the cans... tastes like boar water, ecpet you have to pay $5 for it.

Anyway, im late for work and thats all i can think of. Hope you had a happy christmas and a merry new year.

T-Betta out.

Out on the town/Richer

Well last night was friday night, aka Party Night. It was amazing.

We had the boys back together for the first time in a long time, with Morgs and Karen in our entourage. The night started off with a few jugs of Beez, some famous Vasse fries with double aioli, and a wicked pizza. And as promised, there was gambling involved. Me and Kel snuck through the doors a couple of times to punt on a couple of horses, but our first attempt was unsuccessful.

Then on the next trots, i picked a roughie called JD's Beau, paying $11 at the time, for 3 wins and a place. But by the time the race started, everyone must of been dissing him, cos his odds were at $21 instead. For the whole race i had no idea which horse was mine, but with like 200m to go i saw this horse satrt to charge it right down the middle, and i knew it was JD's Beau. It was destiny. But it ended up being a photo finish, so after a couple of nervous minutes, it was decided that JD's Beau won by a nose! And i won a cool $70.80.

So i quit while i was ahead.

After we heard that famous song at the Vasse, 'Closing Time', we headed down the Nard. We got ID checked and went straight for the bar, where we promptly snapped up some wicked multi-coloured alcholic slushies. Bliss. Even Kel stopped hugging for a bit to have some. That's big, that is.

Then it started to wind down and Karen took us home, and now here i am the next day, blogging about it. We need more nights like that one i reckon. Except without the headache the next morning.

Anyways, Peace.

T-Betta out