After a week of work and uni, I have to say I was looking forward to Sunday. Sunday was going to be a good reboot before another week of the usual day to day drag, and it was. The day was meant to start at 8am with Canadian Club.. instead it started at 10am with driving to Indro with Benji and Kyle. Kyle had spent Saturday night at his brother's playing poker and watching the rugby and when things died down, they headed to the city. A few pints and a dumb decision later, Kyle was at home in Algester.. leaving his car still at his brothers. So here we were, driving to Indro on a recon mission. Today was full of recon missions, 'Time spent in reconnaissance is seldom wasted'.

We got the car, avoided a mini pileup and went to JB to browse. Oh how that never works. A combined $120 later and a hearty meal of KFC, the wheels were finally in motion to check out The Shack. Benji and I rode to The Shack, in keeping with the tradition of the great place, only to find that we now have a sealed road almost to it's front door. The Shack had been infiltrated by terrorists. All the windows had be removed... by a screwdriver, removing all the hinges and door bolts. Seriously, who has that much time?! There was a few missing planks here and there, and all our tools and booze drawers had been raided, but The Shack was still standing. Some fuckstains, who if I ever catch, had graffitied inside The Shack to say 'IAB, FUCK OF'. Illiterate fucks. Needless to say, those planks will be removed and turned into bats of mass destruction so if they ever come back while we are there we can belt the fuckers across the face with them. Apart from that rage blackout, Benji and I continued to survey the damage whilst sipping on a few Canadian Club's until we called Yank and Kyle to come drive down and have a look. Yank brought some garbage bags and gloves and me and Benji started the cleanup. Five bags of rubbish later, and we had a clean, yet broken Shack.

It's now our mission to rebuild The Shack in time for the NRL Grand Final, it's 2 year anniversary. Everyone will be invited, considering we can all drive to it's door, so there should be no excuses as you don't have to wade through a few hundred metres of bush to get there anymore.

We left The Shack and headed to Yank's to watch the footy. Fuck it was a good game. The Canadian Club continued to flow, and with the help of Yank and Alex's cats, Bliz and Harris, we were entertained to the max. We reconned a few pizzas from Dominos, and Benji and I made the decision to go to The Normanby to cap off the Sunday. Everything happened pretty quickly, but before we knew it we were bailing out of Kyle's car infront of the pub.

The Normanby is huge. It's overwhelming. The talent, the bogans, the amount of bar staff alone. It's all just huge. It's also the first pub I've seen to serve food on premise, which is probably a good idea. I think me and Benji were just shellshocked really, we'd peaked earlier in the day, and now were just trying to maintain some sort of enjoyable level. We had gone out on a shoestring really, I only had $25, but thanks to Jess, our $25 went pretty far. I pretty sure we at least got 4 rounds in, and I still managed to leave with $8 spare. Thanks Jess

But yeah, The Normanby is massive, and blew our minds. We retreated to the pool tables for a bit and almost got victory but fell a little short of the mark. We headed downstairs to check out the band, but it had stopped and we were instead subjected to watching this cougar run riot with as many mates as possible on the dancefloor. Not wanting to become it's next meal, we headed upstairs to the club and scouted it out. Well, Benji will never forget: 'You. Have. Interesting. *gestures* Hair!'. Crazy soon to be cougar said to him. We mingled straight into the dance floor and made it our mission to claim the podium. I don't know what it is, but we see podium and instantly want to claim it. I failed in the mission, Benji succeeded, but was then cockwalled and all that was left was his fro bouncing around.

Time to go really. Yeatsie was our ride (cheers dude) and a short time later, we were both home, before midnight too. The Normanby sorta had the last laugh yesterday, but needless to say, we will destroy it next time!

Continuing from where I left off after Iron Maiden on Tuesday, Wednesday brought a leisurely day. In the morning I attended a Brown Forman workshop for work (1st Choice) where I learnt/tasted a few whiskey's, rum's and vodka's for educational purposes It's a little bit odd sipping whisky at 9am, but nevertheless, it was a great course!

I was feeling shitty come Wednesday night with a combination of a massive headache, probably compounded from the noise of Iron Maiden the previous night and my shitty diet of late, and just a withdrawn mood. I had no intentions of drinking, and managed not too even though Benji, Kyle and Yeatsie got quite merry. We went to the Dockside Comedy Club for Kyle's 20th. The comedians were hit and miss, but it was still a pretty good show.

Danman recon'd Benji and myself at around 11 and we decided to head home... via the shack. None of us had visited it since it was broken into a few months back, so we weren't sure what to expect. There's almost a road layed to it's front door, and we have been 'honoured' with our own garden. Instead of the road running straight past the shack, it's on a T intersection with one of the garden islands on the opposite side! The shack was still standing, and it's in great condition despite the rain. The gaping hole in the wall has resulted in a tonne of spiders and random crawlies making it home though, so a clean up job is due in the coming weeks. All in all, we were pretty surprised, but happy that the shack will live on for another day!

Thursday brought the start of my working weekend. It also marked my first shift as manager at Brodies. After nearly 5 years I got the promotion to casual manager, which fits in pretty good with uni and 1st Choice (well at the moment). 13.5 hours is a long day, and managing is a different experience then what'd you expect. Everything's pretty cruisy in the middle, it's the start and finish of the shift that's hectic with banking and what not. 

Friday morning brought more work at 1st Choice, then Friday afternoon brought Brodies work again... fast forward to Saturday morning and I was working at Brodies again, and then fast forward to just a few hours before this post and I was working at 1st Choice! I don't mind the hectic days, it's great money for my age/situation and I still manage to score a few days off here and there. Total count though, 36.5 hours of work in 72 hours, impressive when 21 of the remaining hours is spent sleeping

Tonight I chilled at home, watching the remainder of How I Met Your Mother. I really like it to be honest, and makes me reflect on bits and pieces of my life. It's funny how I say life when I'm still only 19 years young, it's not like anything now is particularly defining of the future. Well, I hope it's not like that, there's just a few things that just aren't 'right' now and I hope a bit of time will work it's magic

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You may have noticed that for the past few days visiting this site just shows up as a suspended account. Not anymore! It so happens that while experimenting with a uni assignment I managed to bring down my webhost's server (and all the clients that were on it as well). Kneejerk reaction, suspend my account and ensure the rest of the system is stable. I knew the offending file anyway, so it's now been deleted and it's fair to say I'm not sure that that particular assignment will have a certain functionality anymore

Last Saturday I headed over to Nani's 19th with Yeatsie, Benji and our DD Kyle! It was a pretty tops night even though we were only there for a few hours. The party was themed as emergency, so fire, police, ambulance was the main theme for costumes. Benji and I put a different spin on it, he wore his Maccas uniform (people need food) and I wore my 1st Choice outfit (everyone loves booze). It was fantastic. I instigated a ball game that is normally played in drama classes where you through the ball among a circle and say your name. It went well for a bit, then Monique threw the ball at me while I was chatting and I fell ass over tit. Hilarious, but ego bruising all the same.

We wandered round and meet Mick and Rossie who remembered us from Nani's 17th. I remember chatting to Mick with his kids as we decided how to punish them for egging someone's house. I think we arrived at they clean it in the morning with clown noses on or something. Haha. I eventually got talking with Greer and Kim. Greer was sober, I think she was a DD, but nevertheless, she was up for a great chat about anything really. Kim and Monique were dressed as policewomen, but for some reason they wore fire helmets which me and Benji kept trying to steal all night. Kim and I got along well, talking about Led Zeppelin and the like. Eventually we headed home, not before stealing the fire helmets off the girls

I should have photo's up soon

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