My introduction to the world of Groggy adventures!

Finally! The exams are all finally over, now it's time to party!

To celebrate, my cuz and me went to our local for a few. What I will say is that the night started off good, then started getting better very quickly.

Within two minutes of arriving, we ran into our uncle and his friend (who is the manager of the club) who began shouting us drinks. Within an hour, I had had three scooners, a record for me considering it usually takes me a few hours to get through two beers.

To set the scene, the band is rocking the shit out of the place, the beer is good, and the jokes are getting dirty, very dirty.

Then, it starts getting random. This guy comes up to me and says, here, open your arms, hold this baby. I didn't know what to say really, and I ended up saying that the baby wanted to dance, as she kept trying to get of my lap. Half an hour later, this guy preceeds to approach me again, and tell me that when dancing, it's ok to drop your girl on her head, but not a baby. By now I'm getting a bit freaked out. Meanwhile my cousin is just pissing himself laughing about the whole thing, not believing what he is seeing.

Now bring on the Galliano. I only had one, but I still felt it later. Now a bit loud and wobbly, I now knew what the word tipsy meant. Then my cousin starts doing tequila shots. Well, I think it was time to come home. My head hurt. Then I crashed.
The End.

I'm Frazzled!

Hours of revising, revising, revising, memorising and then memorising again maths formulas does not do the head any good. To fill you in, the maths exam is tomorrow. Three hours of hard yards and that's it, until wednesday, when history comes around (I'll breeze that one). It's hard to find time to research the latest music when interest, mean, median, mode, ogive, data comparison, credit cards, commition, frequency distribution, project networks, critical paths and slack time, quartile ranges, and about a million other things are going through my head.

The things that happen to a nerd!

Here are just a few of the things that happened to me this week, while in my nerdy state trying to get a bloody good OP.

I've got a mix of maths questions and history information bouncing around in my mind
I went to a Melbourne Cup function rather than study for my exams
I began studying at 5.40 am on numerous occasions
I finnished studying at 9.20 pm on one occasion
I haven't written my Gold Retrospective due to my exam preparation (it's coming goldies, just bear with me!)
I began studying at 5.30 am this morning so I could shop till I droped, and that's pretty much what I did
I got so tied up with maths questions that only this morning did I realise that I had handed in only two of three required references for school, and I had to make my friend hand it in for me. I'm a real Ozzie!
To cap it off, In my haste to return to a maths question, I dropped chicken ciao min all over the carpet, and had to clean it. Failure!
Howzat for a story goldies?

Holy shit!

It's amazing just how many things a person can forget to do at this time of year. When study gets on top of you, you often start to forget the major things, like uni preferences, school clearence forms, and even just the mundane shit like dates and times!. Well, I reckon uni will be a real eyeopener for me. I've always tried to just remember things, never had a diary or anything, and always got by. But, uni is ten times more hard than what my life is like at the moment. Really, I'd better get my shit together and be more organised with these kind of things. Having the OP I want is quite useless if I can't get forms and dates organised.

I admit, I should eat my words, because, I hate unorganised people!

We All Speak Americane

Well, what can I say. I will start with the fact that my support for Holberg didn't pay off. Well, it didn't even place. I guess there is always next year. Even though I had money each way on both Holberg and Shootout, I was still unlucky.

Now, everyone is singing Americano, or, actually, Americane. It was a surprise to all, particularly me, who hadn't heard of the horse until a few days ago, but good on them. Not only is it the first Melbourne Cup one by a Frenchman, but it's the 150th Cup. There's something to celebrate.
Royale de Americane!

Time to party!

For all those celebrating today, enjoy yourselves and good luck!. I'm sure I will.

I'm off to the Dogs,

Go Holberg!

Melbourne Cup here again at last!

Well, I really can't believe it. The Melbourne Cup has finally arrived again. I've always had an interest in it, but this is the first year I have really taken notice of it (to set the scene for you peeps, as I write this, I am trying to smack the shit out of a mozzie that's flying around my leg, and it's not working! piss off mozzie!)

For me, this years Cup will be about a day at the dogs, of all things considering it's a day for the horses, a few coldies, possibly a punt if I'm could be bothered, and just a good day out.

As for the punt, I'll say Holberg, just because my grandfather (who is a horseracing phonatic) says so. Don't quote me on it, when it comes to racing, I have no idea what I'm talking about! (what's an exacta?).

Well, for all you out there celebrating tomorrow, have a good time and happy punting. This just might be Maluckyday!