Post Australia Day Thoughts:

- I have a mysterious bruise on my arm... i have no idea how i got it... weird
- Got really sunburnt yesterday and now heaps tanned with no pain. I love my Genes
- I need a new Job.


If you want to hire me for (POSITION HERE) please feel free to riing and offer lots of money.


Andrew Out.

It didn't work.

Write down the first (and if you wish, second) sentences of the first entries of each month to summarise your year. It's really a great time waster.

January: It's good to be back.
i Just went in to my hotmail account to find 39 emails from all those stupid newspaper subscriptions. Grrr.

February: I could possibly maybe sort of be going to Kiama tomorrow or saturday...

March: I just had a three hour nap. I feel alot better. This whole nap thing is awesome, i feel ace, like hunting a moose... ace.

April: I'm a post-modern vegetarian...I eat meat ironically.

May: So many people were born in the month of May. There are two 21st birthday parties this week, one after the other.

June: Must stop staying up til 3am if wanting to get up at 9am to work on assessment.

July: Michael: My mother is opposed to the idea of hiring a new attorney. She'll probably refuse to enter the room if she sees you.
Wayne Jarvis: I shall hide behind the couch.
[and he does just that]
Michael: Guy's a pro.

August: It's been a while since i've made an entry. I'm writing this with the T.V on.

September: ...out a beat that rattled up over the razor wire into the thick, tropical air. quote provided curtosey of: The New York Times, 'The Battle for Guantánamo' by Tim Golden, sept. 17. 2006.

October: Clipside of the pinkeye flight
I'm not the percent you think survives
I need sanctuary in the pages of this book

November: Whoa i so totally nearly have a new job. ^_^
Finally.

December: Empty. (I think I discovered MySpace here)

CONCLUSION:
It’s been a pretty different year. More memorable stuff has happened I guess… made me think differently about a lot of things. I don’t think I’d change anything that has happened… for better or worse there was some good and bad in 2006.

Livejournal is good for procrastinating

Here are some tabloid headlines you know those ones you find sqaushed inbetween the seats at bus stops and usually cited sources for celebrity gossip. 

Alien Baby Testifies: Brangelina 'STOLE MY BABY!'

Saddam admits his love of cross stitch!!

Weapons of Mass Destruction DISCOVERED in toddler's backpack!!!

PARIS STRIPS!! and dead body found minutes later... BUT PARIS STRIPPED!!!

Public Library operates as a seedy SEX SHOP at night!!!! Disgusting and Depraved pictures inside! WE REVEAL ALL!!!!

Naomi Robson REVEALED!!! She reads the news at night and assaults pimps and sells drugs to kids in the day!!!! EXCLUSIVE pictures doctored by our best!

Atomic Blast Incinerates major city PARIS STRIPS for charity! We REVEAL her next SEX TAPE with leading philanthropist!!

Bobby "Bacala" Baccalieri: The world really went downhill, since 9/11. You know, Quasimodo predicted all of this.

Corrado Erico 'Uncle Junior' Soprano: Who did what?

Bobby "Bacala" Baccalieri: You know, the middle east. The end of the world.

Corrado Erico 'Uncle Junior' Soprano: Nostradamus. Quasimodo's the hunchback of Notre Dame.

Bobby "Bacala" Baccalieri: Oh, right. Notredamus.

Corrado Erico 'Uncle Junior' Soprano: Nostradamus and Notre Dame, that's two things different completely.

Bobby "Bacala" Baccalieri: It's interesting that they'd be so similar, though. You know, I always thought "Ok, you got the hunchback of Notre Dame. But you also got your quarterback and your halfback of Notre Dame".

Corrado Erico 'Uncle Junior' Soprano: Notre Dame's a fucking cathedral!

Bobby "Bacala" Baccalieri: Obviously, I know. I'm just saying. It's interesting, the coincidences. What, you're gonna tell me you never pondered that?

Corrado Erico 'Uncle Junior' Soprano: No!

Whoa i so totally nearly have a new job. ^_^
Finally.
It's a bottleo in blaxlando. Next to the new Shell.
And i'll get a decent wage ^_^

Isn't it weird that all the takeaways/cafes in Springwood seem to sell the same thing?

For example there are at least 7 food places that sell hot chips, pies and hamburgers.

There are two kebab shops. Four Bakeries. Two Pizza Joints.

2 pubs with bistros. A couple of Chicken shops. A few cafes and 1 fitness clinic (located next to a pizza store).

There are not enough props used in question time.
If MPs were able to use any props they required, on say a mini stage i think more people would tune in.
Perhaps Once a week they could even have a talent show. Where they all take turns at showing off their talents for the public.

For example you could have Julia Gillard singing, John Howard amazing us all with his slight of hand in his madgic shows and Kim Beazley could show off how redundant he's become.

Clipside of the pinkeye flight
I'm not the percent you think survives
I need sanctuary in the pages of this book
Gestating with all the other rats
Nurse said that my skin will need a graft
I am of pockmarked shapes
The vermin you need to loathe


Now I'm lost

Last night I heard lepers
flinch like birth defects
it's musk was fecal in origin
as the words dribbled off of its chin
it said I'm lost
I'm lost

Now I'm lost

Dolls wreck the minced meat of pupils
cast in oblong arms length
the hooks have been picking their scabs
where wolves hide in the company of men
it said I'm lost
I'm lost

Now I'm lost

Are you peaking in the red
perforated at the neck

What of this mongrel architect
a broken arm of sewers set
past present and future tense
clipside of the pinkeye fountain

Now I'm lost

It's been said
long time ago
you'll be the first and last to know

You'll never know


He's got fasting black lungs
Made of clove splintered shardes
They're the kind that will talk
Through a weezing of coughs

And I hear him every night
In every pore
And every time he just makes me warm

Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Must I hide?
Cause I'll never
Never sleep alone

Look at how they flock to him
From an isle of open sores
He knows that the taste is such
Such to die for

And I hear him every night
On every street
The scales that do slither
Deliver me from…

Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Then I'll hide
Cause I'll never
Never sleep alone

Oh lord
Said I'm bloodshot for sure
Pale runs the ghost
Swollen on the shore

Everynight
in every pore
The scales that do slither
Deliver me from…

Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Then I'll hide
Cause I'll never
Never sleep alone

Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Let me die
Cause I'll never
Never sleep alone


there's a gap in between
there's a gap where we meet
where i end and you begin

and i'm sorry for us
the dinosaurs roam the earth
the sky turns green
where i end and you begin

i am up in the clouds
i am up in the clouds
and i can't and i can't come down

i can watch but not take part
where i end and where you start
where you, you left me alone
you left me alone.

X' will mark the place
like parting the waves
like a house falling in the sea.

i will eat you all alive
i will eat you all alive
i will eat you all alive
i will eat you all alive

there'll be no more lies
there'll be no more lies
there'll be no more lies
there'll be no more lies

Breathe, breathe in the air.
Don't be afraid to care.
Leave but don't leave me.
Look around and choose your own ground.

Long you live and high you fly
And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be.

Run, rabbit run.
Dig that hole, forget the sun,
And when at last the work is done
Don't sit down it's time to dig another one.

For long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race towards an early grave.


Down the street the dogs are barking
And the day is getting dark.
As the night comes in a-falling,
The dogs´ll lose their bark
And the silent night will shatter
From the sounds inside my mind,
For I´m one to many mornings
And a thousand miles behind.
From the crossroads of my doorstep,
My eyes they start to fade,
As I turn my head back to the room
Where my love and I have laid...

Holidays are great.
Today, instead of getting up at 7 to make some photography lecture i sleep through anyway, i stayed in bed and slept in until 11 or osmething. It was great.

And yeah... That's all that happened today. Oh i finished a draft of another assignment. Only Six to go.

I wonder what it'd be like not having to study... probably much like my holidays, sleeping in, endless movie watching, sleeping in at other peoples houses, endless movie wathcing at their house, buying prawns at the docks.

yeah..

I might be going to the city tomorrow. Yay. I think i might try and find the state library, and buy a book. That's about it, i'm sure that'll take up most of the day, since i always get lost.

Andrew Out.



P.S how cool is ending entries or conversations like on with a short wave. Yeah i should start doing that with phones..
Instead of saying goodbye a million times and then accidentily hanging up on the person on the other end. I could just say Andrew Out and hang up anyway.

I think i need to go to bed

...out a beat that rattled up over the razor wire into the thick, tropical air. quote provided curtosey of: The New York Times, 'The Battle for Guantánamo' by Tim Golden, sept. 17. 2006.

Yeah that subject has nothing to do with my entry.  Click above link. It's 15 pages long. You have been warned.

I had to wake up super early today, earlier than 7am... earlier than 6. Who knew 5am existed? It was still dark out, the sun barely rising, my car windows all frosty. Cars and trucks with headlights, drove down the mountains as i made my way to the station. Hell, breakfast radio wasn't even on. It was still the midnight - dawn shift. I thought about keeping the radio on to hear what the beginning of breakfast radio (jay and the doctor) but yeah i forgot, or fell asleep on the train. Something like that.

I always thought of the early morning traffic as a time for bakers, chefs and drunks trying to get home. Yet i didn't see anyone stumbling down the road, nor a person wearing a white apron and the trademark bakers hat. Damn those baker's delight ads... no one is that happy that early in the morning.

Anyways i managed to get some pretty good photographs today. Considering the last few rolls of film have generally been wasted. I think only 4-5 of the photos taken were good. As for the first roll... well i don't think i even put the negative in properly.

It's been a while since i've made an entry. I'm writing this with the T.V on. A show about America's notorious killers. It's kinda dull,  every killer profiled aisinteresting in their own way, but each segment has the same end.

Oh it's over... for some reason i'm disappointed.
Oh no i think one of those late night game shows is on! And I can't find the remote!! I cannot stand these shows, especially this 'midnight zoo' infact i can't ever bear to type the name. Instead it will be referred to, from now on, as Jackal.

So with Jackal in the background, illuminating the backroom with moving pictures, and a glass of water i'm back to typing here.

So yeah... updates... ummm...yeah sooo... elephants

I have a cold/fluey type cold thing. It got it a few days ago, oddly as soon as i got  home from uni. Yeah that sucked

I missed out on Tool tickets. It's okay life is still worth living - barely. I figure on the day of the concert (January 24th 2007) I will play my favourite songs incredibly loud for about a 2 hour extravaganza. That might annoying my neighbours but it's the price they have to pay.

Umm.

I was heaps bored today and sent a 3 page message to...alot of people in my phone. Because of boredom, i was sitting in the library for 2 hours trying to pass the time with.. homework. I wish i kept it now. I forget what it was about. Something about libraries and animals.

Chair.

Damn it. 2 of my tutorials clash. No matter which way i organise it they clash with a lecture. THe only way i can get this to work is if i somehow sneak into an already filled tut. Maybe if i wear a different disguise each week it'll help. Week 1 i can have the handlebar mustache. Week 2 i can have a goatee. Week 3 i can wear a cap. and so on and so on.
Bright side is i have one full on day and the rest are just an hour long. Should be fun.

Michael: My mother is opposed to the idea of hiring a new attorney. She'll probably refuse to enter the room if she sees you.
Wayne Jarvis: I shall hide behind the couch.
[and he does just that]
Michael: Guy's a pro.


Lucille Austero: Today at lunch, you were ashamed to be with me.
Gob: No. I was ashamed to be seen with you. I like being with you.


Lucille: Michael Moore confronted me on national television.
Michael: First of all, that was not Michael Moore. That was a Michael Moore look-alike. And second it wasn't national television. It was for a bit, on Jimmy Kimmel Live.
Lucille: I don't know what that is nor do I care to find out.


Lucille: What's a Forget-Me-Now?
Gob: They're pills that create a sort of temporary forgettingness. So if somebody finds out how you do a trick, you just give 'em one of these, and they forget the whole thing. It's a mainstay of the magician's toolkit, like how clowns always have a rag soaked in ether.
Tobias Fünke: Gob, this is Flunitrazepam. It's a roofie.
Lucille: Those are illegal.
Gob: Shut up, Mom. Don't make me give you another one of these.


Gob: Tell you what we're gonna do: "Rock Paper Scissors" for it.
Michael: No, no I'm not...
Gob: One, two, three. Paper covers rock.
Michael: It is a rock, though. Should beat everything.
Gob: There's not a lot of logic to it. It's kind of like on a boat with "Women and children first." I mean, why should they...

Gob: If I didn't have a live dove in my pants right now, I'd leap across the table and...
[he unzips his pants]
Gob: Ah, what the hell...
Michael: I think that's just as good of a time as any to end the meeting.

George Sr.: Listen... Let him go. Let your son go.
Michael: I can't do that, Dad. He needs me.
George Sr.: Michael, you don't want to make the same mistake your mom made with Buster.
Michael: Yeah, boy. What happened there?
George Sr.: I really don't know. Maybe it was the eleven months he spent in the womb. The doctor said there were claw marks on the walls of her uterus. But he was her "miracle baby." And I-I was just too burnt out on raising you guys to care. So... he turned out a little soft, you know, a little doughy.
[Buster yawns next to him]
George Sr.: I don't know, maybe it was my fault. Maybe, uh, maybe I just ignored the guy.
[Buster finishes yawning although George Sr is ignoring him]
Buster: Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we?
Michael: Yeah, I got to let my son go.




Happy Birthday Aaron.

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I went to Penrith today in search of ideas for Doctor's costume. After wandering through 3 toy departments and being annoyed by hordes of kids i asked swood who recommended spotlight. I found a stethoscope but no doctor's coat. those white lab thingys... you know like in Scrubs. However i did get a whole bunch of other props to make up for it.
I got:

- 1 pipe (for looking like a destinguished, debonair kind of Doctor)
- 1 monocle (for... umm i'm not sure, but it was 50 cents and i couldn't find a reason not to buy it)
- 1 set of pirate tattoos (for... well they do look awesome, lots of skulls and.. treasure chests. I'm sure back in the day, all pirates were getting tattoos of treasure chests on their... umm arms)
- 1 fake prescription pad (for writing prescriptions for xanax, prozac and 'cold medicine')
 - Also have printed off fake doctorate from Google (I have Stuart Ronald Hudson's Doctorate in Philosophy from the Australian National University)

I also figure that the pirate tattoos can say that i am a Doctor with a dark past, like one of those doctors in those cheap medical dramas... or House. I could have been an evil pirate during my adolescence. Then one day i got tired of plundering, pillaging and treasure and stuff and became a doctor.  That way i have a cool back story.

I need to find some form of doctor costume. Are there costume shops that sell that sort of attire in Penrith? You know the doctor costume shop..
I was talking to my friend who is having a 'Dirty Doctors and Naughty Nurses' party  for his 21st next friday. Conversation as follows:


" Lucilla! The toast is vexing me again" says: Hey man are you up for Winter magic saturday?

Gav says: Nahsorry man gotta work.

" Lucilla! The toast is vexing me again" says: No worries, i'll seeya at your party next week

Gav says: fo sho, do you have your costume yet?

" Lucilla! The toast is vexing me again" says: Lol no... just what the hell is a dirty doctor anyways?

Gav says: Just come as a doctor. The 'dirty' and the 'naughty' parts of the invite were just about getting the girls to come scantily clad.. geeze andrew.



I think i'll come as a special type of doctor.

Like vice president... no wait,  junior vice president. That's not even doctor related i just wanted to put in that Simpsons quote.

 I think i'll come as a Chiropractor, or a psychologist! and just randomly tell people they have a *blank* complex, ordon't dress up at all and carry around a doctorate, in i dunno.... sandwich making.


Winter Magic is this saturday. Should be awesome!!!11one!!!ONE!!!!!111!!!!

I cant seem to get that Eskimo Joe song out of my head *sings* 'Black fingernails... red wine etc etc etc'. it's a catchy song, but that's  all i know.

I'm gonna start job searching next week, that will be my project to keep me busy. and by 'next week i don't mean *sarcasm* "next week"... yeah it's hard to point out the difference on this... thing.  At the moment i am making my Resume' all spiffy.

Also my front yard has been dug up. Not by some random pack of vandal dogs, my parents are putting in a new drive way. SHould be cool considering the old one was so narrow you often end up too close to the concret wall  between our house and the neighbours.

OOoo the WInter Magic festival is next weekend. Should be awesome. Hey swood what's going on with that? With the volunteering and the stuff... What the hell are ken and Narelle doing...
It was pretty awesome last year, many a great costume and the nightlife was great.

1) Single, Taken, or Crushing?
undecided

2) Are you happy with where you are?
i dunno... i'm kinda sick of my house and all these assessments

3) When you meet the right person, do you fall fast?
i dunno, i spontaneously fall over often, but the right person... i don't know but for some reason i have a cook book sitting next to me titled: 'The Higher Taste: A Guide to Gourmet Vegetarian Cooking and a Karma-Free Diet'. I know i've always wanted a Karma free diet, maybe that would cause me to fall over.

4) Have you ever had your heart broken?
kinda

5) Do you believe that there are certain circumstances where cheating is acceptable?
umm... Monopoly? Well someone has to cheat, and i will volunteer to be that person.

6) Would you ever take someone back if they cheated on you?
in Monopoly? no...  how dare they.

7) Have you talked about marriage with another person?
ummm probably.. oh yeah the ori..

8) Do you want children?
Now? no.... 10 minutes from now?.... maybe

9) How many?
one or two..

10) Would you consider adoption?
depends on what skills they have. They'd have to be willing to go through a tough interview process and perhaps compete in a gladiator like obstacle course. But yes.

11) If somebody liked you right now, what do you think a cool way to let you know would be?
umm.. telling me? well... i also feel like fruit salad... well having a  fruit salad, i don't actually feel like the dish..

12) Do you enjoy playing hard to get?
i don't think i have

13) Be honest, do you play the "game" when you are dating?
Monopoly? that's more of a third or fourth date kind of thing

14) Do you believe love at first sight exists?
perhaps a university should commision a study

15) Are you romantic?
i lost my personality card that has my traits listed on it, for the time being lets just assume

16) Do you believe that you can change someone?
their hair? taste in music/film? ummm i'll say yes, but the second one could require brainwashing. Simpsons quote: *strange doctor brainwashes Hans Moleman* "You do not love Mr. Burns! You love Homer and Marge! What you are doing is wrong! WRONG!"

17) If you could get married anywhere, money not an object, where would you get married?
someone elses backyard

19) Do you easily give in when you are fighting?
no, but then i lose interest and forget

20) Do you have feelings for someone right now?
No

21) Have you ever wished you could've had someone but you can't?
tenses... damn tenses... reminds me of my assessment.

22.) Have you ever broken a heart?
not that i know of.. well...umm maybe, i didn't even know what she was on about at the time. Damn hypotheticals, they're so vague and misleading.

24.) Would you ever fight somebody over your significant other?
would it be 'Cable Guy' style? Only if i play JIm Carey and do the annoying singing.

25.) What would you say about your last ex?
umm i want my book back.. oh wait i have it.. well i don't want that stupid: 'You'll never eat lunch in this town again' . Damn that book.

Must stop staying up til 3am if wanting to get up at 9am to work on assessment.


My last assessment of the semester is due tomorrow and then i'm finally free. *spontaneous dancing*

I need to write 1000 words today and cut out 500 from that other one. I can't believe i wrote 3000 yesterday, thinking about it now makes me feel sleepy and a little hungry. But i feel more like procrastinating, like building a small city out of matchsticks. Yeah... that'd be a great way to procrastinate.. tsh i'll do it later.

I rented L' Appartment yesterday, it has that chick from He Died with a Felafel in His Hand. So awesome!

I still can't find my omen ticket stub, such a bummer. Must remember to search room.. later

wow some random lady, well one of my mum's friends, but i don't know her, anyways she just gave me a homemade chicken pie. I don't think i've ever had a chicken pie that actually had chicken in it. MMmmmmmmm chicken..

Haha i just told my friend : (read random convo)


Dennis says:
what a great chicken

"Fingerprints? You said they wouldn't be taking fingerprints"  'No, I said don't wear your mittens.' says:
ha chickens are awesome

Dennis  says:
yeah especially ones that have the ability to roast themselves lol

"Fingerprints? You said they wouldn't be taking fingerprints"  'No, I said don't wear your mittens.' says:
mmmm self-roasting chickens

Dennis says:
hmmmmm tasty

*followed by more talk about animals with the ability to marinate and cook themselves*

.

Class on wednesdays and Thursdays has finished early, which means i will no longer have to be awake when the sun is rising. *punches air in cool-non-Tom-wanker-Cruise-way*

Um.. yeah that's about everything that happened so far.

Oh i saw the da vinci code... i was bored after about an hour, nothing seemed to spark my interest not even the endless flagellating scenes. Even when the token defenceless old man or damsel in distress is struck across the face and thrown dramatically across the floor. I would shift in my seat or look at my watch.

I saw another preview for Pirates of the carribean 2. Muuuch coolness..