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.
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.
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