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.

Lately

Well the weekend was sort of eventful i guess. Friday night i had to work, and i was hell mad about it, cos everyone decided they would go out once again. Cowtown was on, which made me even madder, but i decided i would go after work and catch up. But as it happened, i used my Jedi mind tricks and brazen charm to get off at 8, and i went out with the guys.

It was a bit anticlimax actually, cos i knew as many Cowtown songs as Cal does women, which is to say, not very many. (sorry Cal, i havnt ripped on you in a while...) . But the beers went down good so that was okay with me... And soon as Kelly got given the ultimate Ultimatum by the lovely Morgs (i wont say what, but you can probably guess) and bailed on us, we decided the time was cherry ripe to leave.

And Saturday i saw Chels for a bit, went to Steph's house. Which is quite wicked, she has a sun heated pool, even though it had a bug that bit me hell bad, thought i was might die. And a huge ass clock. (yes, i did mean clock, you dirty minded freaks) And a bench with like indents in it that doubles as like a sink drainer, it was pretty cool. If your into houses and shit anyway..

And today i S.F.A. Actually went and saw Mulks again for a bit. We played horse at the leisure centre, where i preceded to dominate them... and because Tom isnt with you at the moment, he cant tell you otherwise. Then i got mad when i realised its my last game for like ever tomoro night, actually im still hell mad now thinking about it, i am punching the keys hell hard in anger. But not as angry as Kelly was in his little smish last week...

Today was also the day that Lebron and the Cavs lost their first game in ages... im pretty mad about that too, because the Cavs were in both my bets. I lost them both cos of that, the tossers.

Anyway, thats about all i can think of saying atm. Oh, except Chelsea doesnt want to go with me to the Staff Xmas Party at Abbey, so auditions to be my faux-girlfriend/boyfriend for the night are being held this week... so treat me real nice.

Okay, im out. peace.

All Work and No Play

makes Boomers Black go crazy. I knew our first week with a bye would suck, and it does. But oh well. Me and Brock went and chot some consolation shots before i had to umpire, so that stemmed the pain a little.

Last night Cal played his first game though, and he was pretty impressive, especially in a new team. He was pretty much the only player who had any sense of 'team' or 'putting up a decent shot', but they were playing the best team so Cal's team made more mistakes than Brock has with Morgan.

I also got to see Chels for once, even though she was pretty scared. But she had balls, which is pretty impressive. Metaphorically, i mean. And Jess Burge was there, so me and Cal did the right thing and recommended Brock... Not that she needed much convincing, Brock's guns speak for themselves these days...

I get to work heaps this weekend cos of the ironman being on town, and there is heaps of people competing, staying there.

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