2006 is upon us!

Yep! It's new years eve today, which means tomorrow is the start of a fresh new year, which makes no difference to anyone. But on the plus side, it is a time for mad/rad/wikid/rockin' parties. It is also a great time for my father to bring out tonnes of work for me to do, as I try to organise something for tonight. Well done dad, you make me do work at the most inopportune moments.

Most times I tell my father when I'm going somewhere, but it's better if I don't, because he'll make up something for me to do 10 minutes before I need to leave. This specific example has happened 3 times in my recent memory, and many times before that I'm sure.

Me: Dad, I'm off, I'll see you... I don't know when, I'll give you a call if I need a lift home.
Dad: Ok, well before you go, can you mow the lawn?
Me: What? No. I have to go, now.
Dad: If you don't mow the lawn you aren't going anywhere.
Me: ... You... I... Goddamnit dad, ask me when I have time!
Dad: You have time now, do it now.
Me: And you say I have bad organisational skills!
Dad: Keep going like this and you can mow it twice!
Me: I'll mow YOU!

Long story short, I need a place to stay tonight. And not Aarons, 'cause his mum hates me for no reason.

T.E.R.

Well, the TEE results are in, so if you're a school leaver in 2005 ( I'm not sure who else it applies to ), then you can go and get your T.E.R score here at the tisc site.

You've probably already heard about it, and got yours, as this kind of news spreads like proverbial wildfire. But if you haven't heard about it, and rely solely upon me to keep you updated on the going ons of the world, then there you have it.

Good luck Goldenberryboys.

Been and gone.

Well, Christmas was yesterday, and mine was pretty good all round I must say. I got lots of food in my stocking, such as starburst, and rockyroad, and more chocolate and lollies. And for presents, $150, and some b0xx0rs. So pretty good yeah.

Had some good food, good breakfast lunch and dinner. And talked to the relatives, who we don't see for most of the year. So yeah, good times. How was yours?

Just around the corner!

Today! it is the day before christmas. And then, after that? You guessed it! My birthday!

No not really. But on the plus side, now YOU can celebrate it as well. Christmas day is a comin'. But what are you getting? A Penguin perhaps?

Man, I sure could use some kind of job.

So, anyone out there want to give me a job?

I mean, I don't really have any continual costs, such as a car (although I will try to rememdy that, by getting my license). But I could still do with a job of some kind. Any kind, in fact.

There really isn't much else to report. We put a projector screen up in the house, on the ceiling, which is of course, awesome. But apart from that. Nothing.

Ooh put the ol' Christmas tree up. Without any lights as yet, but we're workin' on it. 'Cause you just GOTTA have lights, so you can walk in in the middle of the night, and just see the warm multicoloured glow of the tree, and go; Aaah, Christmas.

Also, I swept the walls today. Swept the walls you say? What kind of task is that, dickhead. Well screw you, I'll tell you what kind of task it is. I was getting rid of cobwebs, that's right, cobwebs. 'Cause us folk in the old country, we got a lot of spiders, 'cause we're 'ard, see? 'Ard. With lots of apostraphes. Anyway, we're tough like that, so the spiders, they come from all around, everywhere, and they congregate at our homely little house in the outer ridges of Kewick, 'cause it isn't safe even for spiders in the heart of downtown Kenwick.

And these spiders, do you know what they do? I'll tell you what they do Gonzor. They make webs. And these webs, they are everywhere, up in the rafters, and beams, and places like that, along the walls. So I swept them! And they fell they fell down. All in my hair. The fuckers.

These walls are on the outside of course, not the inner ones. On the outside of the house. Along the veranda and such places.

Also, a Huntsman spider thought it would be a bit of a 'laff' to abseil down in front of my face. Scaring the shit out of me. Well look who's laughing now Mr Broom-to-the-face Huntsman. Maybe that'll teach you to be more courteous when abseiling. Bastard.

And grapes, we have a grapevine, two in fact. And I had to fondle the grapes of one (making them hang down through the branches and supporting wire properly), and cutting the grapes off the other. A waste, yes. But no-one eats them, 'cause they suck. The other type of grape is much better, the smaller seedless green ones. They are awesome. That is why I fondled them.

Yep, and my back and neck hurt a bit after looking up at grapes all day, but apart from that.

Zzap. He said.

Saw saw.

I saw 'Saw II' yesterday. It wasn't really that scary, more of a psychological kind of thing. Wasn't that good now that I think about it. And after Lodge has implanted his view of it being crap on me. It isn't the kind of movie I'd usually see, but yeah, beside the point.

Simon's rating - 4/10. Not that my rating really means anything. But there you have it anyway.

Stop... LLAMA TIME!

I really enjoyed this.

Work.

I'd like to say I have a real job, but I don't. I just had a few days work with a friends dads company. It was sort of a "come over and work for a day and get some money" thing. That turned into a "stay over for another 2 nights and keep working" kind of thing.

I didn't mind though, I got money out of it. But the annoying thing was that I was still sick, so I was weakened, and unable to work at my full capacity.

I would describe what I had to do as "moving shit, breaking shit, packing shit, trashing shit, and wearing a zoot suit." Zoot siuts are awesome. And when coupled with a dust mask thing, the look is even cooler. But it was all neccessary, as we were moving files up in the roof/attic area, and the dust was fucking incredible, it was like a dustbath, only, not. 'Cause there wasn't that much dust. Just a lot.

Still looking for a "proper" job though. Not just three days of manual labour. Maybe I'll apply at McDonalds, if I get desperate.

Not what I expected.

Well, I'm back from leavers, and it was far from what I expected. This can mostly be blamed on sickness, as myself, and most of the other members of our leavers household became infected with some virus. And since we were all in such close quarters, I'm betting the others will have it by now as well.

It's a fucker.

I can still hardly talk without cringing in pain. I thought it would get better as I came home and rested up, but noooo. My cold symptoms have eased, but the throat is just getting worse. And eating food is a fucking painful ordeal. But yeah, this virus caused the majority of us to be stuck in the house all day long, as we had no energy to go anywhere, and the two major car owners were sick/randomly losing consciousness. So we had about 3 days where we could all go places. and the rest of the week we were stuck at home.

Still, the people we stayed with were stoners and alcoholics, and they had a 'pot' plant in the yard, so they weren't all bad people. Plus they had an awesome dog, his name was Diesel.

Other important things to note about leavers:

- Fish and chip shops that give you free shit are awesome.
- Burning things is awesome.
- Jousting in shopping trolleys at night is awesome.
- Aaron did not have a shower or change his clothes the entire time. That was not awesome. That's just fucking wrong Aaron.
- Dropping your phone on a jetty 2km out into the ocean is scary.
- Peeing off the end of the jetty makes up for it.

I think that just about covers it.