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January 25, 2006 09:34PM
Australia Day...
Not just a public holiday! Not just a reason to get pissed! Not just an excuse to scream "I'm an Aussie, so go and get f*****!"
It's all that, and much more!
A day when we celebrate this eden of our's, in the most Aussie way possible - in a pair of thongs, chillin' out at the beach or in the backyard, with some chops on the barbie and Foster's for those who can stomach it (if only a little while).
By nightfall there will be at least one drunk nut in every city, painted in green & gold, running up n down the streets belting the national anthem at the top of his lungs, constantly repeating the 1st verse - because no true Aussie knows a single line of the 2nd one - occasionally pausing to turn to his mates - who are driving behind him with a video camera - to ask "what the f*** does 'girt' mean any way??" Referring to the line "Our home is girt by sea", all the while he's scaring the kiddies and making the dogs bark when he turns the Aussie flag he's been using as a skirt into a cape and shouts "I'm Batman! Whooooo! Aussie Aussie Aussie Oi Oi Oi!"
Australia is the country I love best. Because we can go to the beach in winter and still get sunburnt, we can get a driver's license at 16, we can scare off British backpackers with a movie whose evil villian works on 'Better Homes and Gardens' and because our legal drinking age is 18.
Yep... I'm proud to call this great land home - it's a grouse place, with cool people, weird animals and a generally relaxed & groovy attitude.
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November 19, 2005 01:08AM
I never thought I could hate a teacher this much...
First she rolls in, in an outfit that could've easily been found in the PJs section in any store, and somehow falls under the impression that we're a "special" class, and quickly follows with actitivities and work that I know she also handed out to the kids 2 yrs our junior (sis & I actually came home with exactly the same homework).
Now, over a month into her "teaching" position, she's still treating us like we're mentally incompacitated, but grading us like we're about to take our final VCE exams (which are 3 yrs off). Last week she set us to 'studying' for an essay to be written in exam conditions, God knows why, because we haven't got exams until next year, and in which case we'll have better teachers, who don't think we're incompetent, to prepare us for them!
English has been one of my favourite subjects since I learnt the damn language, and I've had good teachers who've helped me become better then the majority of students at the 9th (and probably 10th) grade level... a feat not too great in Aus, granted, but I thank them nonetheless. Until now, that is.
The only saving grace for my friend and I, is that it's nearly the end of the year, and we can make it a living hell for this destroyer of the English language... any ideas will much appreciated.
That felt good...
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September 17, 2005 09:26PM
Actually, it's not bad at all.
No headache, no sickness, not that i'm complaining, but it's almost an anti-climax 
I'm feeling very good....quite cheery, infact.
Have established that my limit before passing out is somewhere in the vinicity of 5-7, 330ml bottles of Heineken.
Had a song called Down with the Sickness, by the Disturbed playing in my head, all through last night, particularly this one line: "I can see inside you, the sickness is rising, don't try to deny what you feel"
Here are lyrics: Down With The Sickness
It's an damn awesome song
Bottles drank: 5
Time it took to get drunk: 2-3 hrs
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