Ok so I am in Bendigo at my parents new house, its pretty nice. Inside its a funny shape I guess, its a newer built home unlike what I have been use to in Melbourne so its all not straight lines everywhere and stuff but its still very nice to me. It is built on the side of a hill sorta, so the carport is underneath the house part, it sorta looks like a double storey house but isn't, if you get what I mean :/ . But its got a nice kitchen, and heating and air con so it passes all my desires :P Its even got this nice like little outside area which over looks the resevior, which isn't a pretty body of water but in Bendigo you'll take anything you can get :P . Supposedly the little bit of land which is between this house and the resevior is owned by someone else and could possibly build them out of there view. But I guess they'll do something about that when that happens, would be a shame if that was to occur.

Anyway, my parents have Austar, I find this very rad. It's been a long time since i've seen Austar in action and it is so much better value for money than it use to be in the late 90s. Just the content and the way that users interact with the set top box and the information you can get out of it is great. You can seriously spend all day watching what you want on the TV and feel like you are missing something important on the other channels.

Anyway I could crap on and on about it but its probably easier and less annoying to explain it to you in person if you ask me about it :P .

Oh yeah and cat, they have a Golden Girls 24 hour marathon on Christmas Day, you better make sure you get Foxtel before then so you can get your Bea Athur on.

Anyway better get back to finishing building my dads PC back up again.

PS - we should all go to Resfest which starts Friday, program guide is HERE.

Today I was awoken by someone screaming just outside my door something about getting kebabs. I rolled over and looked at my clock and it said it was 8:50am and I was thinking "who the hell wants kebabs at 8:50 in the morning and so passionately???", then a few minutes later I realised that my clock is still an hour behind and so it was like 9:50, I guess that is a reasonable time for kebabs.

So anyway, I've finished my exams for the semester, the last exam didn't go very well, just like the rest of my exams, I think this has been the worse semester I have ever had for exams, I'm sure I've failed at least one, which I have talked about here a lot already. This one on monday was a 3 hour exam and was the first 3 hour exam I have never finished, I don't know what was going on but seriously I couldn't believe I ran out of time, I only got about 85% of the exam properly done to my satisfaction and I'm not even sure most of that was correct. So it'll be touch and go as usual to see if I pass.

So yeah, not passing this exam means Im gonna have to do summer semester cause I need to pass this class this year so I can do all the subjects I need to do next year, otherwise it'll add like a year to my degree cause of the way the course is structured, balls. It also mean I have to spend all my money I have been saving this year for computer upgrades and presents and sorts on it, thats the really sucky part, losing all that money, I should remember this when I'm studying for exams, perhaps I'll pull my finger out because I can't literally afford to fail subjects :/

So now I am doing nothing, today is the first day in ages I have woken up and not thought about studying for exams or uni or whatnot. I got out of bed this morning and then decide to get right back in it again and sit and watch TV, thats the life. I feel kinda weird with nothing to do, but now I am remembering all this crap i said I was gonna do this holidays and also the stuff I am obliged to do for other people so thats gonna keep me busy soon.

Ok yeah wedding and Portland trip, had to take a friend of mine down with us Saturday morning, told her we'd come pick her up at 7:30am, i get out of bed and the clock is all like telling me its 7am, sweet, I walk into the bathroom and think to myself, "geez it gets light early these days, the sun is completely up", just at that moment the phone rings, its my friend asking me if I am going to get them still, I'm like "yeah of course" and was wondering why she was asking me this question, then I realise that my clock is one hour behind, fuck. I apologize and me and 'tha chiq' get our arse out of the house and over the my friends place quick smart.

So we collect her and head on our merry way, the trip down was good, chatted about all sorts of crap all the way down so the trip didn't seem to take that long. Got to Portland and went to the hotel after dropping my friend off. The hotel we stayed in was really shit I though, the view was nice I guess but like the room itself is just furnished with old crap from the 80s and looks like not much has been touched since then, for the amount you pay you'd reckon it would be stacks better, oh well. Anyway, after I got over the disapointment and had a rest for 10 minutes (after the cleaning ladies left our room, cause when we got there they hadn't even done our rooms up evern though it was past 1pm or something) I had a shower and started getting ready for the wedding, I realised that this hotel room had foxtel and the discovery channel on it so I was feeling pleased after I turned that shit on. Man if I had the discovery channel at my house I wouldn't do much all day, I'd sit and watch it like, a lot. Anyway, after chiqz0r got ready we headed off to the wedding, we were just in time when we arrived as the bride and shit were getting out of the car, after a disorientating few minutes of trying to figure out how to get around to the wedding area bit we finally got around there and the whole shebang started.

It was nice, although the priest guy was crapping on for too long trying to be funny and tell stories about these two dudes he hardly knows. Some person got up to do a read, I think they were the only reading and they were quiet as hell, I couldn't believe how quiet she was, and like no one seemed to give a shit. I was all wanting to yell out "SPEAK UP LOVE, WE ARE ALL OVER HERE" but no, anyway they got married and seemed disoriented when they were walking back down the "aisle" which was a looooonnggg piece of red carpet back to the cars. We stood around for a while and chatted and then left cause we were hella tired and wanted a nap.

Got back to the hotel, I didn't end up resting as I was watching the discovery channel and getting there present ready and shit (a card with money in it, as they requested). chiq'ster napped a little then we decided to get up and go to the reception as we were instructed to be there at 6pm "sharp". We got there right on the dot and had a drink and chatted to people, I had forgot the card in my mad rush to be on time so I had to go back to the room to get it, I'm not sure why we had to get there early cause the bride and groom didn't turn up for like an hour and a hlaf or some shit, maybe 2. Anyway when they got there and we were seated I high tailed out of there to go back to the room and get the card. Everyone was making a big deal out of this phobia I have of going out in Portland by myself somewhere, while it isn't really a "phobia" its just a concern I have, considering 2 out of the last 3 times prior to this when I went back to Portland I have nearly got gang bashed for no good reason at all, but thats another story....

Anyway, I started drinking, a lot, cause it was all free and the wine tasted good and I was feeling stressed a little. The speeches came on after a while and thats when the fun really started happening, I was seated next to the j'ster on one side of me and teh babe on zee other, for some reason whatever crack that came out of my mouth about the speeches j found extremely amusing, then she'd reply with something hilarious of her own and then so it continued, I don't think the rest of the wedding reception realised the lung bursting laugh-a-thon that j and myself were having for a while until the rest of the table started all joining in with quips of there own and too each other. By the end of all the speeches I was crying from laughter and finding it really hard to contain myself from telling everyone in the whole room my jokes, cause I thought I was the funniest guy ever for some reason (re: alcohol). Seriously these speeches were so crap, I couldn't believe how crap they were. I've been to a few weddings with poor speakers but these guys were shit, it was like the best man and the head bridesmaid didn't realise that the wedding was about the bride and groom although they were talking right at them, never once really engaging in the rest of the 50-100+ audience. They talked about crap and never anything good about the bride and groom, aussie weddings are all about someone getting up and telling stories that are funny or interesting or embarassing or something about the couple getting married, this was neither, this was shit, I felt like demanding my money back! (ok, I didn't pay any money but still).

Anyway the night went on, at some point I got trapped with an old school mate of mine from Portland and was chatting with him for half the night about what he was doing, he was talking so much i thought he was on drugs or something, I think he was just happy to talk to me about his life and business and shit cause I was interested and probably a lot of people around Portland that he talks to are not.

The wedding came to an end and everyone was either pretty drunk or pretty tired, it was a decent wedding in the end due to the company I had. Tops.

Sunday was a pretty boring and long drive home, almost ran out of petrol on the way home as I forgot to check the fuel gauge until we were ages away from any town with a petrol pump, ended up just getting into Yambuk on petrol fumes, that was pretty stressful, chiqz0r and i in the back of our minds thought we were gonna conk out in the middle of no where for sure!

Anyway, we got over that and stopped in Warnambool for more fuel and then headed off, had problems with the fuel gauge on the way home which made me have to stop the car and check for leaking fuel and stuff. No real problem could be seen and the fuel gauge sorta fixed itself up so it was alright in the end.

Got back to Melbourne just in time for peak hour Bridge Road traffic on a Sunday, it was seriously bad. Then we finally get back to teh chiqz0rs house and then I promptly pass out for a few hours.

And that was that. No spell checking cause this has been the longest blog evar.

Watch out! Here comes another boring study blog! Quick mooovvee it!!! Go go go!!!

Oh well too late.

So yeah studying for my monday exam, its not so bad cause its a math subject of sorts. Very easy to study for as its all really linear, read this, then do these 20 questions which only vary from each other slightly, read some more, do some more questions etc. The mid semester exam I had for this was fairly easy, it was like doing questions from the book, the whole exam was in a linear format, ie. the questions at the start of the exam were for the first chapter, than second chapter etc, no surprises, sure hope I get an exam like that on Monday!

Last few days I've been feeling really tired without even staying awake for long. Usually I can stay awake for ages when I have shit to do but no, hmm.

Been playing Half Life 2, well I played it for like 3 hours or something yesterday, I get this feeling i'm already over half way through it, I hope not cause I'd like something to play for a day or two after my exams to keep my mind of the impending horrible results that will be out on the 8th of December, man I'm gonna have to wait over 2 weeks to find out how badly i did... TWO WEEKS!

Hurrrrr, really need to stop doing so bad at end of semester exams, I think I have nearly learnt my lesson :P

Nar seriously, I have to do something about it, it is actually really starting to get to me. I am starting to get waaaay to emotionally attached to exams. I think next semester I will try a new tactic with the way I go about studying for exams, I'm gonna definently be more rigid with my planning and the times that I choose to study. Or something.

Ok getting too upset thinking about my macro exam just passed, gonna stop writing/thinking about it all.

Since all the cool kids are doing it...


The Dead motherfuckin' Kennedys. You are the Dead
Kennedys! Quite possibly the greatest political
band of all time! You are fronted by the one
and only Jello Biafra! You attack all that is
wrong with the world and humanity itself. You
unmask a legacy of corruption using incredible
sarcasm and genious wit! Long live the D and
the K!!

Which defining 80s punk band are you?!?!

Yes I am still upset/angry-at-myself/sad/annoyed about my exam. Its 2am and I don't want to go to sleep cause that means tomorrow comes sooner which means I have to immediately start studying for my exam on monday since the weekend is going to be a bit of a write off. That sucks, I've had the worst exam and I gotta do another one, I now have no motivation for it.

Oh well, I have to sleep now cause my knees hurt for some reason, yes my knees. I can't fucking believe it either.

I just got back from my exam, I think I failed. This is not one of serps usual spoutings of failure, this time he means it. The exam went really bad. The stuff I studied for in depth was not even really on the exam, one topic that i knew really well and was an essay question worth 20 out of the 50 marks the last few exam papers got relegated to a 10 out of 50 question, but with the same detail required. Fuck you exam writer. The other parts of the test went horribly, I wrote an essay on a topic I hardly knew anything about, writing very broadly and hardly even getting anything useful written down. The other short answer question worth 10 marks I was guessing at, and even though I think I got some of the diagram stuff right I cam home and read up on my reasoning and realise that the reasons I gave for the diagrams were totally wrong and completely something out of another topic. This may have been a result of a panic attack I had for about 20 minutes of the writing period of the exam, where I couldn't think straight, could hardly breathe, couldn't even remember my own name and felt like passing out/bashing the desk/and letting out screams of obscene sentences directed at everyone around me and myself. I don't think i've ever had a panic attack quite like that ever, generally I calm myself down after 5 minutes but this time I couldn't shake it. The multiple choice part of the exam could have gone well but thats only worth 10 out of 50 marks, I'm pretty sure I would have got at least 5 right for that.

If I be optimistic I think I'll score about 20/50 for the exam, that is not a pass, THIS FUCKING SUCKS GOD I FEEL LIKE SUCH AN IDIOT!!!!#$#$

Even though i didn't have much time to study I thought I had everything fairly under control, I thought I knew enough, obvisously I didn't.

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK etc.

Why didn't anyone tell me I am growing a fooly sik mullet? Gotta get a haircut.

Hiya, yeah still studying for exams, the one tomorrow is gonna suck. I think I know a bit but I just gotta get a bit better at recalling what I need to spew out on paper as most things that are related to my topic are very similar in nature and sort of interlink with other topics in the subject, but are yet different enough to warrant a different explaination. Yeah, I didn't think that made much sense either.

I'm living on a staple diet of Boost Juice, Subway and these roast chicken roll things i can get at the place near astros crib. I've been feeling pretty good too considering that is healthy eating for a guy like me, however I hurt myself yesterday by eating leftover phut and hot bandino wedges and bread rolls >_< god my bowels were screaming when I woke up and then some, stupid me.

Hurrrr got a bit more reading to do before i stop tonight, gonna get up early and study some more before my exam at 2pm. I like 2pm exams, that is a reasonable time unlike the arse times such as 9am. You occassionly get exam times at 5pm but I have found that by the time 5pm rolls around, I have completely knackered my brain from studying all day so they are no good. Plus considering i hardly eat on the day of the exam due to being so stressed (I basically just shit it all out the minute I swallow the food), I am pretty hungry by 5pm and so delirous I just write any old bullcrap to get out of the exam and get my feed on ^_^ .

ahhh only 8 more sleeps (next Monday) until my last exam and then I can damage my brain with sweet alcohol. Although I guess I am going to have a few drinks next weekend cause I got a wedding to attend, hmmmm. Better take it easy :( .

Ok now I am trying to perform a brain dump on myself so I can let go of all that stuff I just learnt for those two exams yesterday* so I can start to insert stuff into my brain for my exam on Monday. The one on Monday is going to be a bitch, lots of graphs to remember and just lots of crap in general, they've basically just told us that its going to be on everything that we've covered this semester which is a lot. And considering I've been getting the worst marks for this subject I better get my arse in gear and learn. I think I actually understand mostly everything, I just have trouble determining exactly what infomation they want out of the exam questions, oh well.

* Edit, stupid brain.

Ok lets vent about today...

2 Down 2 to go.

Today has been really haaard, 2 exams, both taxing on the brain. I'm trying to cling to the belief that I passed them both but I just dunno, I don't think I went terribly bad on them, and I didn't feel like a total idiot when I did the exams (just a standard idiot). So yeah here is hoping, guess I'm only gonna find out what happened first week of December, now I have to shift focus to what I believe will be the hardest exam to pass which I have on Monday and I've hardly studied for it either, here is me cramming hard in the next 3 days. :/

Blah brain is not functioning atm.

God if you could get an image of the most recent "Worst Shaving in the World" picture, it would most likely be me and this mornings effort of shaving. God how do I cut my face up so bad? I swear the older I get the more I cut myself shaving.

Hooray i finally fixed up the timezone thing so I can see when I actually blogged.

So tonight I watched Gattaca for the first time, a movie i've always wanted to watch but never got around to it. I really loved it, the acting wasn't over done, the storyline was pretty decent, the soundtrack was awesome and Jude Law was awesome. I shed a tear at the end of the movie, I am such a big wuss, thats the second movie i've ever cried in (although I've held back tears MANY times before that), the first movie I cried in was "Dancer In The Dark" which is a really distressing movie and I probably shouldn't have watched that one in an empty cinema on my own.

Anyway some cool Gattaca trivia I just got off the imdb website.

"The piece played by the six-fingered pianist is based on Impromptu in G Flat Major, Op. 90, No. 3. by Franz Schubert (1797 - 1828). However, the creators did a beautiful job embellishing the piece with additional notes/harmonies so that it "can only be played with twelve[fingers]," as the Uma Thurman character notes."

That is cool that someone went to the effort with the music score on that one, awesome.

Fuck it's 5am almost. Christ go to bed already.

I swear to god that my room sucks my life energy out of me. Or maybe its the house or something. Thats it, I'll blame me not doing any study on this house. The only time I like studying in my house is the night before an exam or when I need to pull an all nighter to get an assignment done or something like this, I don't know why that is, I guess I like to be in familar surroundings when my stress levels go through the roof or something. So I am going to try and get an early night and get to sleep before 3am, tomorrow I am going to get up, get dressed and drive my arse over to Katys and then either start studying there or march my arse down to the Uni library to get some real study done, all this should be done before midday rolls around. I started out ok this week but as soon as I came back to my house I just went to shit with the study, serp you sir, are a fucking idiot. I really do have a lot more to cover than I think I do and wasting the last two days has been really really dumb. I don't have far to go so I should just fucking suck it up and do some hard work for once.

I think when I finish uni which is projected to be the middle of 2006. I am not going to do any sort of extra university based study until I am at LEAST 29 or 30 to at least give myself a few years off. Although I have been thinking about picking up some "other" type of qualifications after I finish uni, things like certain networking or platform oriented certificates for IT stuff just to see if I can do it, I've also always been interested in getting an ACA Cabling accreditation (the old AUSTEL license) for some reason, its not like I want to pursue a career in telecommunications cabling but I've always be interested in how they do a lot of the big cabling projects to do with WANs and Satellities and so on (hmmm doesn't sound like "cabling" when I describe it like that but anyway). Doing an ACA thing would require going to TAFE I believe and doing some electrican stuff but that would be alright hopefully as I did quite a bit of that shit in the first TAFE course I "sort of" went to when I moved from Paste.

Anyway, I have been wasting most of my last two days of "Study" with listening to a lot of mix CDs I've been meaning to hear for a long time and read this womanising arseholes website Tucker Max dot com. I tell you want this dude sounds like an egotistical wanker but the way he writes his stories about his life (which are all true so the website and law suits against him will tell you) are gold and even though some are pretty gutterish and vulgar I still piss myself laughing anyway. It appeals to the 15 year old in me I think.
Also to anyone who cares, one of the mix CDs I've been listening to is by James Holden and is titled "Balance 005" put out by EQ/Stomp and its probably the best 2-Disc commerical mix CD I have heard since the 20th Century, it has absolutely brillant track selection, studio mixing and probably most importantly the "flow" of the CDs can't be faulted. I'm not going to say anymore cause there is enough James Holden fan boys out there on the internet that will tell you how awesome the CD is and far more articulate and indepth than I can be bothered too. But I'll just say, if you ever enjoyed techno/trance in the 90s I'm sure you'll fine something in these CDs that you will like! And if not well bugger off :P

And yes I know it was like released over a year ago or something but I desperately trying to avoid listening to this CD until I had heard the other 4 CDs in the series first, don't ask me why, just accept that I am a serial cronologicalist (is that even a word?).

Anyway it's just pass 3am and I am not in bed so I better get off this and go.

Man I can't believe Bush is going to win the US election again. I feel more upset about this than Howard getting back in :/ .

Man that last post had no editing in it and I cbf to go back over it and fix all its spelling mistakes and structural problems so that it makes sense.

Anyway.

Up late studying this paper on "Microeconomic Reform" for my Macroeconomics test in a few weeks. Funnily enough this is the class I find quite interesting at school but I am doing the worse marks wise. This paper is quite heavy with its language and seems quite repetitive, basically it talks about the reforms of major industries in Australia over about the last 40 years with emphasis on the last 20 or so. So you get to hear about how the governments propped up certain industries in the 70s and the deregulation of the financial industry in the 80s and the recession in the late 80s/early 90s and then the corporatisation / privatisation of government controlled monopolies/industries such as the utilities companies and to an extent what is happening in the telecommunication industry, then it covers a little bit about the Asian crisis and seems to assume that it was our smart economic reform policies that kept Australia out of crashing with the rest of our S.E neighbours, something I'm not quite convinced of. It's pretty inconclusive on whether or not microeconomic reform has actually been good or bad overall for Australia, but generally trends its opinion towards it being good even though there are too many factors to consider that a factual statement, which sucks and makes for boring reading.

Now that I've actually started studying I am getting stressed about my exams, this is good and not bad like most people will think. It means I am getting myself into exam mode and for once I am doing it earlier and I think, more prepared. Good for me.

So I had a bucks night to go to the other day. I wasn't really enthusied about going, not because I don't like the groom or anything like that, more because of the "entertainment" that was going to be going on during the night.

Which you are now about to hear/read about.....

So man/hole and I decided to turn up at this doozit after the groom and his posse had gone Go-Kart racing as we both didn't have $50+ to spare riding around on some suped up lawn mowers. We ended up meeting the guys at some big pub complex near Chadstone shopping centre which for the life of me I can't remember the name of right now. We turned up and after wondering around a bit to actually find where we needed to be (this place is pretty huge) we finally found the groom in this pool room area while all the other guys were sitting around drinking beers, everyone was super quiet and I was surprised that everyone wasn't already super pissed, but anyway.
So in a couple of minutes we were introduced to everyone and they all seemed like nice people that weren't from paste and that I didn't know, except for one....
We will call this dude by the name of "Standard" for the purpose of this post, he was from paste and some of the "grove crew" have had some rather unpleasant experiences with this guy. When he first came up and started talking to us couldn't actually remember who he was or how I knew him, but after a very short time of "talking" to him i realised who he was. Note these things "" around the work talking? I use those because it wasn't so much of a conversation between 2 or more parties, it was more of a shitful paste of words spewing from this guys mouth, he just kept going on and on and on about how great he was and the great things he was doing, let me give you a rundown in point form what he crapped on about during the night, please note that if some of this sounds inconsistent it is because the story was revised by standard throughout the night...


***REMOVED DUE TO THE FACT I COULDN'T BE BOTHERED FINISHING THE LIST CAUSE IT WAS TAKING TO LONG***

Anyway long story short, the guy crapped on and was either flat out lying or just exaggerating a SHITLOAD or he just has no idea what he is saying.

Anyway, after this we headed in to the city, we drove from this place in my car (we got stuck with standard getting a lift with us), to Queen Street and from their proceeded to walk to crown casino, meet up with these dudes and then straight away turn around and walk down to King St, these guys were taking the groom to see strippers.

Oh Joy.

The best man or his mate ended up deciding on this small sleezy looking (from the outside) strip club cause it had no door cover charge and no queue, classy. We all got inside and it was pretty empty and pretty small, like really really small, I thought it would have been bigger than this. Anyway there was 3 stages with only women gyrating around poles on two stages, everyone seemed a bit taken back and none of the dudes that seemed like they were in charge knew what they were doing, we sat down and I got a drink cause I really needed one. I was really finding this place really gross for lack of a better word, I couldn't even walk off anywhere cause the place was so god damn small, I think pretty soon the best man had "bargained" to get a "lesbian strip show" (his words) for the groom and the rest of us, so off we went to the side of the club where the "private room" was, which was actually a bit of the room cordened off by a curtain. So these two chicks do their thing and were pretty nice about the whole thing considering that all these dudes wanted twats shoved in their faces, they used a belt from the audience, ice cubes and cold water and hot wax (which supposedly they aren't allowed to use). After this "show" I needed another drink and badly, I was very surprised that I was finding all this totally UNAROUSING I mean not even a little bit, I was talking to the man/hole and he said it best with "I think I am actually getting shrinkage" which was so what was happening to me as well. But we kept marching on and trying our best to look like we were at least not replused to be there.
Throughout the night after the "lesbian strip show" I kept getting approached by the women eho work there for "private shows", although they masquerade this with "getting to know you" chat which is just so horribly put together. I don't know what I was doing wrong, I was trying really hard not to draw attention to myself and if I saw these women coming towards me I would either talk to man/hole or look away or use my phone or anything. I think basically if they see a guy standing alone or have a free seat next to them and they don't look like total fucking hobos they'll try and sell their "warez". Guess its just part of the job. I think during the night we met one nice stripper, her name was "Taylor" and she dances on and off about every 6 months or something, she was doing some gfx design course or had finished and was doing freelance work and wants to eventually start her own gfx design business, guess you gotta start somewhere. She looked like she was on half a pill to me but thats cool, if their is something I know how to do its make conversation with people on substances while I'm not. I think she was starting to feel a bit uneasy about all the questions we were asking her and the rather "normal" conversation we were having, I was glad she didn't ask us for anything, good on her for judging us right, but anyway this all came to a stop when we were dragged off by the main group again for "lesbian strip show mark 2" this show was even worse than the show before, the guys were much more drunk and leering than the first, there was a funny bit however when they got the groom in his underwear and tied a belt loosely around his neck, made him get on all fours and bark like a dog. Seriously if he wanted to look like an idiot in front of all his mates I could have thought up something pretty elaborate for free, why pay these chicks like $100 to do it? Anyway this show had more "lesbian" emphasis on it and there was all these fake headjobs going on between the girls and then sometimes the groom and then also some fake "thrusting" between the two chicks, it was pretty sad and much "shrinkage" was happening but the other guys were getting really into it. Anyway after this the guys wanted to go next door for some cheap drinks, we went down there and it was the hickest bar i've seen in Melbourne and I've been to a few in the city, it was like grabbing all the biggest bogans in Paste and than inbreeding them and then throwing them in a time machine from the 1980s and thats about what you had, Man/Hole and I decided to call it a night. Thank god.