God damnit. It’s tuesday already and I haven’t written an update in a week or so. How shitty do I feel? Indeed. Well, the past week was kind of boring. To a degree I suppose. Nothing really happened during the week though, apart from work, which I am getting sick and tired of. Seriously, it’s starting to amount to nothing. Absolutely fuck all. The store manager wants me to ring him when I’m able to come into work early. Fuck that. Sure, I’d like the money, but I just don’t want to be there anymore. It’s not the same there anymore, it’s kind of pathetic really. I’ve been there a little more than 2 years, and in the space of 9 months, my attitude towards that place has turned sour. I’ll spare you the details, but essentially, I’m completely avoiding any kind of interaction with that store now.

Thursday night was interesting, to say the least anyway. Originally, I was debating whether or not to head to town. I kind of wanted to because Leeroy Thornhill (one of the guys from the Prodigy) was going to be playing at Disco. Even though I had to work until 10, I was kind of interested in going. But of course, no one wanted to go out. Eventually, I find out that Daniel and Ryan was out in town, so I headed into town and met up with them. Neither of them lasted very long, because Ryan had to work in the morning, and Daniel was going to litchfield. Up until around 1-1:30, I was sitting around with Jodie and Jackson, when I took Daniel home, I returned to find absolutely no one there. I stayed for only a little bit longer, well, at least I saw Jackson and I wandered off home. I wish I could have heard his whole set though, the music was so different to what is normally played there, it was awesome. Proper hardstyle (well, close to anyway.) I laughed when the resident DJ followed up though. The trippers and people dancing away to hardcore was suddenly greeted with pop-trance. Not only did he manage to kill the mood, but he probably would have confused those tripping, and cleared the dancefloor instantly. Poor DJ, he sucked hard after Leeroy.

Friday was uneventful, I think. Actually, yeah, I started to read a Jeffery Deaver book, and I was in bed by at least midnight. It was odd, I mean, I actually got a good sleep friday night. Instead of getting to sleep around 2 in the morning, it was early when I went to bed. Well, at least kind of, the last time I saw my clock, it was around 1 in the morning (I was kind of tired, but not tired enough to be thinking.) Much like every other saturday at work, it was uneventful. Well, kind of. For one, I managed to make a little girl cry (oh god ) and I got the butt end of an angry customer. I’ll start with the crying. I was wandering around the indoor furniture part (in the corner of the store near sound and vision) and there was this little girl. She probably would have been only.. I dunno, little, and only just starting to walk. Anyway, she was hiding behind a box leaning on the shelf and I looked in her direction. I smiled and next thing I know, her face explodes into the crying face and I’m out of there instantly. I didn’t wait to hear her cry or anything like that, but her face was instant terror. Oh god, what did I do? I made her cry. I kind of felt bad, and laughed at the same time. The other one, I was walking out the door to the back with a pallet behind me, and where the door leads out to, there’s an aisle where most people with trollies or prams always manage to get in the way. Well, this one woman just walked into my way just as I’m out the door. Normally, people try and pull their trolley to one side and I just let them know it may be easier if they move out of the aisle so I could get past. Well, I dunno what was up this woman’s ass, but I asked like I normally did (something like: “Sorry, it may be easier if you hope out of the aisle. Cheers.”) Her response was something like “Oh, am I in your road?” Uihh yeah bitch, just get out of my way for a second. I continued along and I thought she was joking, so I did the fake laugh at customer laugh and I thanked her for moving out of my way. Well, she turns around and says “So this is customer service at it’s best, hey?” What the fuck. Get fucked. Suddenly, I’m the bastard child because you are in my way, I even asked nicely if you could get out of my way. Argh!

Oh, on my lunch break, Daryl and I headed down to the beach to watch Nick and Hayden skydive, even though we missed it by mere minutes, they looked they enjoyed it. Saturday night comes around and by about 5:29, I had no idea what I was going to be doing that night. Originally, I was going to head down to the wharf, but that failed, so I ended up going to Narelle’s (manager from work) party bus. Daryl and I ended getting to the Cav around 6:30 and they still hadn’t left. Most people have been on the bus and know what it does, so I’ll spare those details. I’m not sure what’s going on with most people at work though, I think they now think that I do copious amounts of drugs. While at Shags, we were discussing drugs and other random shit like that, and I find out today (well, monday night at work) that people thought I was on a pill. What the butt? So because I know things about drugs I’m doing them? Maybe I know about them because if someone takes drugs that they’ve never before, that I could possible know how to fix it? Who knows? I’m not too worried though, I think it’s funny that people think I’m something I’m not. It’s probably killed a lot of things that people have thought about me. Even better!

Parap tavern was rather boring, I managed to walk out with a baseball trophy for some under 16’s team that was in there (I dunno, it was sitting on the table where we were sitting) but I did the stupid thing by asking the bus driver to look after the poster I had, and the trophy. Next thing I know, the bastard is walking across the road back to the bar to hand the thing in because he knew who it belonged to. Bastard child! Ah well. I had no use for it anyway. Losties was boring as usual, and the vic was the biggest piece of crap ever. I’m not liking that place anymore, not on a saturday anyway. Either way, I just wanted to get out of there as quick as possible. So Daryl and I headed off to Disco to see if anyone was out. By the time we got there, it was around 11, and the place was as dead as all fuck. Seriously, no one was in there. It was an odd weekend again. We stood around with Tanya and Lee for a while, until we saw Martin and Michael wander in. We headed upstairs for a bit and waited until people started to arrive, even then, it wasn’t until at least 12:30 before there were a fair few people in there. Eventually, Tyson, Clinton, Troy, and Hayden arrived and there were finally more than a couple of people we knew. I spent most of the night upstairs, dancing away with Jodie every now and then, meanwhile James Carey spotted Daryl apparently making out with Litsa on the dancefloor. So Clinton, Tyson and I spent a good 5 minutes looking down at the dancefloor trying to find them, when indeed we spotted them.

The night kind of went along uneventful, dancing away in the corner upstairs, chatting to Jodie, and Jeremy, loosing one of the Illusion cups that I normally get from Natalie (I had left it on the table, then suddenly I look back and someone’s taken it. Damnit!) By around 4, it was about time to leave, so we head outside and kind of waited. I think we were waiting for someone that had apparently started on Tyson and Clinton the weekend before that. After a while, it was decided that we were going to head off to Martin’s place so they could sit around smoking. So Clinton and Chris jumped in Jodie’s car, and I ended up taking Tom, Daryl, Tyson and some of his friends home. Eventually, Tyson and I get back to Martin’s place where about half an hour after being there, Clinton gets a call from Chris saying he was being started on while he was standing at Tippery waters (which is a stones throw from Martin’s house.) Suddenly, Clinton’s got his shirt off and he’s off running down the hill to help Chris, Tyson and I jumped in my car and we screeched off to where he was only to find that Chris was standing in the middle of a big dirt patch, by hisself, and not wearing any shoes. What? That’s right. What we think happened, was Chris got out of Jodie’s car and walked down to where we found him. Holy crap, what the fuck. He was completely scatterbrained when we found him, it was odd. After getting him back to Martin’s place, he was suddenly very pale and was vomiting. By then, it was decided that he got his drink spiked, and that he was pretty fucked up.

After deciding to leave Martin’s around 6:30, we headed over to Clinton’s where the funniest shit happened ever. I’ll let the video do the speaking, but it was so funny. After around an hour or so at Clinton’s, I was starting to fall asleep, so I wandered off home. Sunday was rather uneventful I must say. I had ample time to write this update, but I just didn’t get around to doing it. I spent most of the day watching TV, or just doing nothing. Sunday night rolls around, and I’m in bed reading my book again when Craig rang. Time to go and do something! After inviting Kirsty and Talyea to join us, we went off to the Casino for some drinks. We were there for around an hour or so, when we headed off to the beachfront only to find that they had closed. Well, Craig was enjoying life too much to not be doing something, so town it was. Hayley declined to head out to town, so we wandered into town and spent a little bit in Losties, but wandered over to the Vic. It was pretty good there, considering my night beforehand. I suppose it was probably the live band that was making it worthwhile. As usual, the pokies were the first thing to be hit, and we spent an hour or so in there (I think I won $6!) Craig and Kirsty were winning random amounts of money, but spending it only minutes later. After the pokies, we were dancing away to the band until it was time to go and get Lau. This is where it gets interesting.

On the walk back from the Vic, we took the one-way street behind mitchell street (behind most of the bars and stuff.) We got to around where the back of Wisdom was when oh look. It’s one of those bikes that ride people back and forwards in town. A peddy cab. A peddy cab sitting in a dark carpark, not locked up and no one around. Of course, the first course of action was, let’s steal it. The next was to scope out the surrounding area to make sure the owner wasn’t sitting around somewhere. So off Kirsty goes, inspecting the area. By then, Craig had already wheeled the cab on the street and Kirsty and Talyea were sitting in the seat. I was kind of tentative at first, but thought, fuck it, let’s steal the bastard. So we’re riding along this backstreet having a ball, or at least until we hit a corner. Well, we didn’t hit the corner yet. As we neared the intersection, the first thing that I saw was the other rider on the end of the street talking to someone. Next thing I know, we’re heading straight for the curb on the other side of the road. Holy shit. We’re going to.. SMASH! We just bounced into the curb and suddenly we caught the attention of the other ride. Ah fuck. By now, we’re absolutely shitting our rings because he’s seen us and he was going to follow us. We recovered ourselves and we’re back riding full-flight to get away from the other rider. Shiiiit! We’re crusing on the street behind Mitchell street now (Knuckey street?) and of course, trying to get Craig to stop so we can run away from the bike. Instead, he speeds up and we pass this couple walking along the footpath. All I heard was: “Hey, they stole that bike!” And the only response they got was from Kirsty: “HE WON’T STOP!” Eventually, Craig stopped near the used car lot there, and we’re now on foot running away from the crime scene.

Shit hey. We ran down the street next to the BP there, and we slowed down to a walk. We probably got to near the corner of the little street we were on when fuck. The other cab rider had come from Mitchell street and was riding down to where the bike was. FUCK! We’re off and running again because he suddenly turned around from where he was going and did a u-turn. Hahaha. Meanwhile, Craig and I were pissing ourselves laughing because we had just stolen a peddy cab. A fuckin’ peddy cab. How often does that happen? Until we got to the car, we had all split up to make it look like we weren’t all together, which I doubt would’ve helped, but either way, we did it anyway. We got to the car and I still had adrenline running through me, as my foot just didn’t want to sit still. We picked up Lau, and headed back to Losties, where we spent the rest of the night there. At the end of the night though (which ended half an hour after they normally close) Craig, Kirsty and Lau were helping pack up the chairs and tables in there (you work out why :-P) and we eventually left town. With Kirsty and Talyea in my car, and Craig had Lau and another one of his friends in his car, we headed off to Craig’s. Well, they did, we diverted to go and pick up Hayley from Joel’s place. Well, that was kind of a failed attempt though. Anyway, we eventually went back to Craig’s place and headed over to a car park near his place. There, we were listening to music (really loud, from my car) for around half an hour or so. While sitting there, I happen to look over at the road when oh shit. Someone’s coming, and they were walking like they were on a mission. Ha. Fuck. I quickly muted the music and she started to abuse us, something about being too fuckin’ loud for this time of the morning, and that she could hear our shit all the way to her place and that her whole household was now awake. We started to appease her, when Lau said something, and she turned around and threatened to call the cops on us. By then, we were like, yeah, we’re going to fuck off now, stop yelling. She turned around again and started to walk home, when Lau again, said good night or good morning and she came storming back for more screaming. Fuck shit. We need to get in the car and go. Right now.

What I liked about that though, was the fact that this woman lived at least 500m from where we were parked. Fuckin’ oath. If they could hear my music, I’d hate to be living directly opposite the car park. Suck that, my car is winner! We decided a new destination was to be chosen, originally it was going to be the lake, but there was a quick decision to head down to cas beach at the last minute. There, we spent longer listening to music and just laying about. Meanwhile, Craig, Lau and his other friend were tripping out in front of the cars. Eventually, when the sun started to come up, Kirsty and Talyea wanted to go home. I was kind of dreading going home because Dad was going to be up, and he would have probably been angry the fact that I had come home at such a retarded time. Indeed he did. Even though I didn’t see him, he had come stormng upstairs and smashed into my room and turned my light on and was like: “Nice fuckin’ time to be home now, isn’t it.” Ps: I’m trying to sleep. I didn’t end up sleeping until an hour or so afterwards anyway, but oh well.

Now I’m up to 3:30 in the morning. Right now, I’m seeing different shapes and patterns emerging from looking at this post for too long, so I’m going to take that as a sign to get to sleep. But fuck, I’ve got to go to work early tomorrow. God damnit. Either way, good night, and have fun reading (kind of retarded having that at the end of the post, but who cares?)