I have one nasty cold. My throat hurts, and I have way to much booger to be able to handle.  I'm not sure who I can pin it on seeing as I've been in contact with many likely suspects.
• Emma just had a doozey of a cold. She even scammed a day and a half outta work! Seeing as I spend every waking minute with Em, it's most likely that I contracted this deathly illness from her. Bastard! 
• Jason, Emma's housemate, also had it. He probably gave it to Emma, so technically he gave it to me too! I know, if I didn't spend do much time at Neptune St, I wouldn't be exposed to such germies. 
• Barb, was a croak machine the other day. She came home from work early and decided to vacuum. I know, she comes home from work sick, and gets back into the work coz she was "bored". That's mums for ya.
• I'm sure a major contributor to my recent lack in immunity is the amount of time I spent in the freezing Melbourne cold, and the amount of alcohol and drugs I have consumed/ingested. Last week, due to work and social outings (mainly social outings), I was out and about in the city later than midnight FOUR nights of the week, with not enough layers to keep me warm. 
Ouch. 

It was Jimmy's birthday on Tuesday. (Jimmy is my uncle that looks most like my Dad). I went to dinner with the fam at an Irish pub (I know - get fucked!) in Keilor. The pub was SWEET! It was just your typical Irish looking pub, but hella nicer, and it had an AMAZING cubby house that kids were allowed to sit in to eat their dinner. Alysha and I went exploring after we'd eaten, and discovered that this cubby not only had TWO storeys, but the top floor was completely decked out with old-school pin-ball machines, and shooty games, and those car races that you sit in the car and steer and stuff. Man, I wish I was still a kid. Everything is so much more exciting!

Jim and Barb were telling stories about my parents when they were young lovers, and didn't have us kiddies.
The funniest, was them telling us about a party / major Farrell piss-up that Jim and Barb had at their old house. My dad had his leg in plaster and pins at that stage (from his massive motorbike accident when he was about 21, where he completely shattered every bone in his leg so badly that it was only repairable with external plates and pins all down his leg. He was very close to having a stump!) Anywho, everyone was typically shitfaced, and Dad took a fall. He ofcourse screamed at the pain, but everyone was like "oh, he'll be right" and kept on partying. Including my Dad. 
It wasn't until FOUR DAYS LATER that he went to the doctors to get it checked out and found out that he had re-broken his leg in EVERY place it was initially broken in. Whenever Dad tells his recovery from motorbike accident story, he always emphasises on the stupid amount of months he spent in rehab, but he forgets to mention that the reason why he was in so long is because he's a piss head that kept re-braking his leg! Oh man. I wish I knew my Dad when he was my age. He woulda been cool to get pissed with. Not that I've never been pissed with my Dad before, but he's less risk taking coz he has kids and all. 

The one thing that I am truly grateful for today is that my uni puts all their lectures up on the internet. I can sit in the study, with a cup of tea, in my pj's and ugg boots, and have the exact same experience of attending the lecture (it has visual AND sound) or I could mission it over an hour to uni in the freezing frickin' cold and "learn" that way. No thanks. I'm staying in the warm. 
I even did the online test that opened yesterday. It doesn't even have to be done til tomorrow, but I'm SO commited to my studies that I got it out of the way. I AM SO FUCKING NOBEL! (There you go Em). 

Shaun! You are my same height! That is neat!

My passport is just one step away from being prosessed, I'm just waiting until I have a pretty day so I can get the photo taken. 
Shut up! I have to use this passport for the next TEN years, so I want to look half decent in the photo. I might get them done tomorrow. Do you think it's possible to lose like TWENTY kilos in a day? Please say yes. I wanna look skinny. Sweet. 

Lucky Coq $4 pizza tonight. I'm so getting the smoked salmon one. No! The Ceaser one. No! The pumpkin one. Oh geez, Em, wanna go halves so we can have TWO different kinds? YEAH! Doin' it!!!

Toodle-ooo.

Well, yesterday I found myself in a somewhat peculiar and unexplainable happy mood. It was a nice change. And it was relieving knowing that I didn’t have to explain it or justify myself to anyone.

I’m rather upset that that the TV show ‘Victoria Beckham, Coming to America’ was a one-off episode, and won’t be an actual entire series. As annoying as Victoria Beckham is, she says some pretty funny things. And David Beckham is ridiculously hot!

I’m going to Ireland for Christmas this year. Paddy is flying me there. He is most definitely the absolute greatest and I love him to bits.  

I can’t wait to go. I’m giddy just thinking about it. I’ll send you all postcards!

I just heard Paddy’s ring tone.

I was so bored today that I uploaded photos onto things such as MySpace and Facebook. I’m annoyed that I’m even a member of such things.

We’re going to Manchester Lane tonight to see Jess Paige play. She’s supporting a band that have been described as sounding like Aqualung, Postal Service and Coldplay, so I think it’s safe to bet they’ll be good.

Toodles.

Today, apart from being a pain in the arse in regards to uni shit (which I'm done with talking about) I did alot of adulty things. My darling little fuel light popped on as I was leaving uni this evening, and I remembered that Lovely Laura had given me a 4c a litre cheaper docket the night before. Ofcourse it had to be a dockefor cheap Caltex fuel. The only type that I didn't know where one was. I thought to myself, (very adult-like) you always se them when you're not looking for them, so I just plodded along, enjoying the scenic view, when one just popped up. Note to self: Caltex petrol station at the corner of Chapel and Inkerman St's. Also, Caltex is a SAFEWAY docket, Shell is a COLES docket. Confusing..... but not for grown ups. Then, as I pulled in, I realised that there was a SECOND bargain deal I could take advantage of. If you spent $5 or more on in-store purchases, you got a further 4c off per litre. I COULD NOT BELIEVE MY GROWN-UP EYES! So I got myself a little snackie for the way home, and received my petrol for 8c a litre cheaper than probably ALL those punk teenagers that don't do things like use discount dockets.
To take full advantage, I filled the car completely. Also because I'm using so much petrol recently that it's a pain in the arse to get 20 bucks every 2nd day. I was inpressed with myself that I had gone to the troubles of saving myself 8 cents per litre. Well, I was thinking I would be excited. After I worked out that I'd only actually saved $3.60 I was kinda pissed. But you know, in a calm adult-like way.
Being the responsible adult that I am, I even remembered to drop off Emma's phone and iPod at her house, as she irresponsibly left them in my car this morning, AND I even made her bed! I know, I'm SO nice.

I have to write an assignment. So I'm going to start now at 10pm the night before it's due, very responsibly and grown-up like.

Out.

Tonight everyone was out except Tess and I, so we decided to whip up a storm in the kitchen! We only really decided that after we'd both spotted and skimmed through the cooking magazine that was left on the table, so I guess you could call it a last minute inspiration! 
Our dinner was a spectacular rendition of the ever-favourite Fried Rice, with our own little personal touch. We didn't have anything green to put in, and it just wasn't colourful enough without it, so we added a few brocoli sprigs. Rather than make a proper meal for the rice to accompany, we just served it with potato gems, that we were too lazy to oven cook so they were pan fried. Not bad at all.
Dessert was fun. Preparing it and eating it. 
We spotted a recipe in the magazine for Lemon Puddings, and we weren't gonna make it to start with, but after my repetitive and random use of the word "pudding" I had Tess convinced. I say, subliminal messages played a major role. 
The pudding started out grand. I well impressed Tessa with my egg separating, whisking and spilling pudding mixture on the bench abilities. It was all looking good until we added the milk. Being only an occasional pudding maker, I can't say I'm familiar with what pudding mixture should look like, but I'm guessing that it's safe to say that it's NOT supposed to look like what ours did. It was such a nice smooth, lump-less mix until the milk turned it into what looked like curds and whey! Like little serarated chunks from a cloudy looking water. It was most definately shudder-worthy. After pissing ourselves laughing, and swearing we'd eat the final dish no matter what it turned out like, we added the egg whites mix, shoved it in the oven and hoped for the best. We were supposed to cook them in little suffle bowls, but we couldn't be arsed looking for them, so they were cooked in a muffin tin. We did all the things little kids get told off for. We licked the beaters then dipped them back in the mixture, we opened the oven before it was finished cooking, and we ate it straight from the tin instead of letting them "sit for a while".
I strongly believe that recipe books should NOT include pictures of the final dish. All it does is give you failure comfirmation! Ours didn't look too bad, but was nothing like the picture. It tasted pretty damn good, but i'm not sure if that's because we're fat bastards that would eat anything, or it really was good pudding. 
I'm going with the latter! 

P.S. HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!!!

So, everyone has no doubt heard about the fucker that shot three people in the Melbourne CBD at 8 o'clock this morning. If not, google it, there's shitloads of info about it. Basically, an innocent passer-by got shot and died coz he was trying to help some fucked up girl being dragged by the hair by some fucked up guy. It's really quite fucked that the only moral I can conclude from this horrible thing happening is to not help people as you pass them by. It's kind of morbid to think that some middle-aged solicitor can be shot dead in the middle of one of the busiest city streets, in front of peak hour mayhem, on his way to work. The thought of even being a witness is incomprehensible. 
Hearing about these sorts of things just makes you realize how fucked up some people in the world are. Not only that, but it makes you think about all the past moments of people's inhumane acts. 
National Nine News (the fuckers) decided that a nice way to make people feel better after such an incident would be to re-cap on the last 20 years worth of shootings, bombings and killing rampages that have happened in the city of Melbourne. I don't know what the purpose of this possibly was. As if the way to show respect to some guy that was just killed for absolutely no reason is to talk about other fucked up situations where loads of innocent people died. 
It should be mandatory for news coverage to be an even amount of happy and sad things. Tonight's news was just the same depressing story told over 50 times by different reporters, all using different words meaning the same thing. 
I can't even come close to imagining what that guy's poor family must be going through. No one in the world should have to even hear about such a thing, let alone live it.  
It's fucked that this kind of thing happens, but what sucks more is that it is going to happen again so many more times. Not only do people unnecessarily die every day, but that do so in such morbid, disgraceful ways. I'm not in a rush to watch the news again any time soon. It's only a matter of time before someone else does something this fucked up.

Oh, and the guy is still freely wandering around Melbourne as he pleases. Unfairly alive. Even more unfairly, not locked up with other wastes of this world's space.

On the up side, I have only one exam to go for this semester. I handed in my last EVER uni assignment today. I got a measley 52% for that unit overall, but a pass is a pass. 
I'm so incredibly tired that it feels like I have weigts pulling my eyelids down. You know the pain you get from extreme tiredness?! Yeah, that. 
Was thinking last night, in my drug-induced state, that perhaps it's about time, or nearly time, to grow the fuck up and stop being an idiot. Obviously, in my case, it's impossible to completely eradicate my idiocy, but surely there’s some hope to calm down a little.

So therefore, this is the list of things I need to give up, reduce, or could do without:

#1. The whole self-pity ting. Feeling sorry for yourself is NEVER an attractive trait, and it really don’t progress to anywhere, except extreme depression.

#2. Weed. This is obviously just a “need to reduce” thing rather than “completely remove”. Obviously. Fuck. Gotta get SOME use out of Vincent. J

#3. Spending money on the incredible amount of shit I seem to be accumulating. Especially considering I owe Joe $550, Emma about $300, Will $600. Fuckity Fuck. (Reassurance: It’s ok, my $600 bond will be deposited into my account soonish, and Laura still owes me a couple of hundred).

#4. Using stupid words, sayings and insults, such as; Suck fuck, goin’ to tooown, UH OH, duuuude, and woaw; and start using more sophisticated words like splendid, brilliant, marvellous, and grand.

#5 Jeans being a contact in my phone. He really is the King Of Creep.

#6. Procrastination. Uni assignments need to be started before the due date. Not one of my assignments was handed in on the due date this semester. I think they may start to realist that I can quite easily forever pull excuses out of my arse! I must say, they are very gullible.

#7. Bludging work. The same goes to the gullible suckers that I work with. I take full responsibility for the days that I just didn’t turn up to. I’ve had 2 “no-shows” this year. Next time I’m goooone!

#8. Missing Paddy. Yeah, he’s fantastic and incredible and funny and nice and great in bed and well equipped and willing to experiment…… But he’s on the other side of the world and will be from now on. I need to be at the stage of being ok with thinking “I’ve taken a lot from that relationship, and I’m ready to learn and move on.”  Just let me hold on a little bit longer! Please.

#9. Eating excessive amounts of rubbish. This one is kind of in conjunction with #3 and #8. You see, I miss Paddy, get sad, get stoned, get the munchies, then get fat. It’s a rather humiliating cycle!

#10. Wasting time on the fookin’ Internet when I could/should be studying, sleeping, cleaning up my crap, washing my clothes, you know… productive things.

I didn't sleep very well last night. Paddy has been back in Melbourne for the past week to see me. I loved him being here and we had heaps of fun together, but yesterday I just wasn't myself. I don't know why, but I was just angry at everything. Whatever he said to me to try to make it better just ended in me snapping at him, and I'm really surprised that he was patient enough to wait for me to realise that I wasn't actually angry at anything, but was just freaking out coz I would be taking him to the airport this morning. So, what was probably our last ever day together, was spent with me being a whining, complaining, annoying bitch, who snapped at anyone and anything that even looked siedways at me. He even shouted me lunch and put up with me going to Emma's for a couple of bongs and put up with me and Emma watching girly movies and old OC episodes all night while he watched some James Bond movie in my room. When I drove Emma home, he suggested to stay in my bed and "keep it warm" until I got back. The little cutie had tealight candles lit around my room when I got home, and it was probably the BEST sex I've ever had in my entire life last night. (Sorry to those that don't wanna know about my sex life).
Now he's on a plane to New Zealand, on his own, and I can't even be contacted when he gets there coz my phone conveniently decided to shit itself yesterday. I'm not even talking about that, it makes me too mad. 
So now I'm feeling a little sluggish. I just wanna curl up in a ball and disappear for about... hmm, 3-5 days. I'd be perfectly rejuvinated after that rest.

I've got my Roosters scalf on.
State of Origin tonight.
All you's Queenslanders are going DOWN!

CARN THE BLUES!!!!!!!!!