The Week That Wasn't - a guide to using alliteration
Yes, this week has been the week that wasn't. And what wasn't this week you wittily wonder? A German giggalo jumping for joy is what it wasn't! But aside from that jackassed jape, it was the week I was officially offline... and now it's time to stop with this annoying alliteration... sorry for that last one.
You heard it folks, no internet for a week and two days! I'm FREAKING OUT here! Nah, I'm just kidding, I'm not that much of a nerd, I've only needed psychiatric help twice this week. But anywho, today's Friday, and it is the Friday after the Friday following the Wickety WEAK Wednesday (I assume he finds Wednesday particularly sexy, or is just some crazy stalker). The reason my gung-ho blog is missing a few accounts is because I used up all my internet allowance on porn, and so wasn't allowed to use the school's internet until my quota was refreshed. I finally managed to find it some lemonade so now we're back in business.
So what's happened this mysterious week? Quite a lot actually, but I'm afraid I'll have to summarise it unlike I usually do otherwise we'll be here all day.
Winding the calendar back (yes, I do have a clockwork calendar), what happened on Thursday... I guess the major event was that I had a Psychology assignment due Friday morning which I hadn't started, so I got to work on that about 6pm. I worked all through the night (at least up till 12 o'clock, where it became Friday)...
Friday was spent finishing my assignment until 6am, in which I was quite tired and only had the conclusion to write. I decided I'd have a little nap for a few hours, finish my conclusion then have it handed in by 10. I set my alarm for 8, had a snooze, woke up at 12, said a few profanities, realised I'd lose no more marks if I handed it on Monday morning than if I did now, then went back to bed. I didn't go out that night, wasn't feeling terribly partyish (not because I was upset over loosing marks, I really don't give a shit, I was just physically feeling unpartyish. There wasn't a lolly bag or slice of fairy bread in sight).
Saturday was a crazy day, for reasons other than the fact it has "turd" in it's name. I have a feeling I did something Saturday (he he) but it escapes me for now. Saturday night however was quite drastic... quite drastic indeed...
For you see, my beautiful locks are no longer on my head (they're still on my doors though), they are in the garbage, and in a plait hanging up in my room. If you still don't know what I'm talking about, I had a haircut (pictures coming soon). That's right, the beautiful hairy man you knew has now been replaced by a beautiful not-as-hairy man! Sara desperatly wanted to cut my hair, and since I was getting sick of it anyway I let her. She did a pretty good job, though perhaps a little more off the top would be nice. Oh that's it! We wen't into Park Beach to do a little shopping today (well, Saturday anyway... not TODAY today, although that is a particularly humourous program) and Kyla and Dale were there... not particularly exciting, but an event none the less. Anyway, the best part of Saturday night was seeing everyones reations when I saw them in town... basically a lot of screaming, "OH MY GAWD!"'s and hugging going on. Also, there was a lot of "Wow, definate improvement"'s, "So sexy"'s and "From a 2 to a 9"'s flying around, and some gal hit on me just as I was leaving the Planto (only ever happens when I'm leaving...).
Krystyna's brother in law was DJing at Luna so we were all there for that (and by "all" I mean me. The others had all gone limp and went home, except for Mandi who was there but was avoiding us because she thought Krystyna was hitting on me). I eneded up staying over at Krystyna's house because I didn't want to walk home. Her house rips it up so bad, it's like a shack on a hill way out in the banana fields... so cool. Anyway, there was no hanky panky if that's what you are wondering.
Resi Paintball was supposed to be on Sunday at 3, but I didn't wake up until 2:40 so Krystyna had to rush me home. I think it was rained out again though because no-one's mentioned it to this day. I finished my assignment that night.
Lost netball again on Monday, although we had a kick arse third quarter and equalled our high score of 13.
Went to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory on Tuesday... I wasn't that impressed.
Got drunk, stayed in and played Donkey Konga with my roomie Wednesday night.
Made my first 3D render on Thurday, ain't it cool!
I also ripped it into ZC for a title page... but I don't know whether or not to use it.
I wrote this boring arse blog on Friday (revenge of the alliteration!).
You heard it folks, no internet for a week and two days! I'm FREAKING OUT here! Nah, I'm just kidding, I'm not that much of a nerd, I've only needed psychiatric help twice this week. But anywho, today's Friday, and it is the Friday after the Friday following the Wickety WEAK Wednesday (I assume he finds Wednesday particularly sexy, or is just some crazy stalker). The reason my gung-ho blog is missing a few accounts is because I used up all my internet allowance on porn, and so wasn't allowed to use the school's internet until my quota was refreshed. I finally managed to find it some lemonade so now we're back in business.
So what's happened this mysterious week? Quite a lot actually, but I'm afraid I'll have to summarise it unlike I usually do otherwise we'll be here all day.
Winding the calendar back (yes, I do have a clockwork calendar), what happened on Thursday... I guess the major event was that I had a Psychology assignment due Friday morning which I hadn't started, so I got to work on that about 6pm. I worked all through the night (at least up till 12 o'clock, where it became Friday)...
Friday was spent finishing my assignment until 6am, in which I was quite tired and only had the conclusion to write. I decided I'd have a little nap for a few hours, finish my conclusion then have it handed in by 10. I set my alarm for 8, had a snooze, woke up at 12, said a few profanities, realised I'd lose no more marks if I handed it on Monday morning than if I did now, then went back to bed. I didn't go out that night, wasn't feeling terribly partyish (not because I was upset over loosing marks, I really don't give a shit, I was just physically feeling unpartyish. There wasn't a lolly bag or slice of fairy bread in sight).
Saturday was a crazy day, for reasons other than the fact it has "turd" in it's name. I have a feeling I did something Saturday (he he) but it escapes me for now. Saturday night however was quite drastic... quite drastic indeed...
For you see, my beautiful locks are no longer on my head (they're still on my doors though), they are in the garbage, and in a plait hanging up in my room. If you still don't know what I'm talking about, I had a haircut (pictures coming soon). That's right, the beautiful hairy man you knew has now been replaced by a beautiful not-as-hairy man! Sara desperatly wanted to cut my hair, and since I was getting sick of it anyway I let her. She did a pretty good job, though perhaps a little more off the top would be nice. Oh that's it! We wen't into Park Beach to do a little shopping today (well, Saturday anyway... not TODAY today, although that is a particularly humourous program) and Kyla and Dale were there... not particularly exciting, but an event none the less. Anyway, the best part of Saturday night was seeing everyones reations when I saw them in town... basically a lot of screaming, "OH MY GAWD!"'s and hugging going on. Also, there was a lot of "Wow, definate improvement"'s, "So sexy"'s and "From a 2 to a 9"'s flying around, and some gal hit on me just as I was leaving the Planto (only ever happens when I'm leaving...).
Krystyna's brother in law was DJing at Luna so we were all there for that (and by "all" I mean me. The others had all gone limp and went home, except for Mandi who was there but was avoiding us because she thought Krystyna was hitting on me). I eneded up staying over at Krystyna's house because I didn't want to walk home. Her house rips it up so bad, it's like a shack on a hill way out in the banana fields... so cool. Anyway, there was no hanky panky if that's what you are wondering.
Resi Paintball was supposed to be on Sunday at 3, but I didn't wake up until 2:40 so Krystyna had to rush me home. I think it was rained out again though because no-one's mentioned it to this day. I finished my assignment that night.
Lost netball again on Monday, although we had a kick arse third quarter and equalled our high score of 13.
Went to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory on Tuesday... I wasn't that impressed.
Got drunk, stayed in and played Donkey Konga with my roomie Wednesday night.
Made my first 3D render on Thurday, ain't it cool!
I also ripped it into ZC for a title page... but I don't know whether or not to use it.
I wrote this boring arse blog on Friday (revenge of the alliteration!).
