Monumental Monuments
(the title alludes to a conversation me and Brooke had)
So I'm back from my trip to Tocumwal. And I gotta say, it was a weekend of extremes. It was like hanging out with Angela Lansbury, on acid. The days were chilled, the nights were mental. I felt like crap when I came back. Dunno if I've used this chatlog before, but this pretty much sums up how I've been feeling:
[06:09:36 PM] boganmaster : how ya feelin thao?
[06:09:40 PM] Thaozee : like shit
[06:09:48 PM] Thaozee : SHIT!!
[06:09:51 PM] Smoke Stained : hahaha
[06:09:51 PM] Thaozee : Like human turds!!
I was gonna write up about the highlights of the trip (inserting random segues to Nietzsche qoutes into the mix to make my trip more philosophical and poncy), but Crackers has already done a bang-up job of it here (recommended reading). The only thing he hasn't covered is that the "Mangler Trophy" is, in fact, a thick stick with a sock sheathing one end. And that the winner has to keep it for a year till Quicky comes back and we go up to Tocumwal again. Some say the "Mangler Trophy" surfaced years ago, causing the demise of popular boy band band, "New Kids on the Block". Sinister motives abound!
It's finally spring here now. Which means I have spring in my eyes. Spring, spring spring! Too bad I'm gonna be busy nearly all of this month :( No time! (Said in the accent of Jackie Chan). bah! Driving up to the city and back in the early mornings is quite strange experience. I've been driving my parents up there cause their driver guy is off sick. I love the quiet city, with it's gothic shadows. Escpecially the tattered remains of posters on old walls. I hope the driver gets better. I want some sleep.
Awhile back, while driving home, I spotted a person trying to hitch hike somewhere in the rain at 4am. In a perfect world, I would have picked up that hitch hiker. But stupid Hollywood horror movies have ruined my generosity. I know full well what will happen when I pick up the stranger. I'll end up being chased by a "thing" with half a face, up and down the stairs of a haunted 3 storey house. Then realizing that I am in fact dead, and can see dead people. Or atleast movie stars with dead careers (imagine being the only person able to see Patrick Swayze)
Out.
Sorry for the lack of updates recently. Will try to update much more from now on.
ALL HAIL THE MANGLER TROPHY!
Quicky leaves us on Sunday morning. I will miss him. Quicky mate, your like a brother to me.
So I'm back from my trip to Tocumwal. And I gotta say, it was a weekend of extremes. It was like hanging out with Angela Lansbury, on acid. The days were chilled, the nights were mental. I felt like crap when I came back. Dunno if I've used this chatlog before, but this pretty much sums up how I've been feeling:
[06:09:36 PM] boganmaster : how ya feelin thao?
[06:09:40 PM] Thaozee : like shit
[06:09:48 PM] Thaozee : SHIT!!
[06:09:51 PM] Smoke Stained : hahaha
[06:09:51 PM] Thaozee : Like human turds!!
I was gonna write up about the highlights of the trip (inserting random segues to Nietzsche qoutes into the mix to make my trip more philosophical and poncy), but Crackers has already done a bang-up job of it here (recommended reading). The only thing he hasn't covered is that the "Mangler Trophy" is, in fact, a thick stick with a sock sheathing one end. And that the winner has to keep it for a year till Quicky comes back and we go up to Tocumwal again. Some say the "Mangler Trophy" surfaced years ago, causing the demise of popular boy band band, "New Kids on the Block". Sinister motives abound!
It's finally spring here now. Which means I have spring in my eyes. Spring, spring spring! Too bad I'm gonna be busy nearly all of this month :( No time! (Said in the accent of Jackie Chan). bah! Driving up to the city and back in the early mornings is quite strange experience. I've been driving my parents up there cause their driver guy is off sick. I love the quiet city, with it's gothic shadows. Escpecially the tattered remains of posters on old walls. I hope the driver gets better. I want some sleep.
Awhile back, while driving home, I spotted a person trying to hitch hike somewhere in the rain at 4am. In a perfect world, I would have picked up that hitch hiker. But stupid Hollywood horror movies have ruined my generosity. I know full well what will happen when I pick up the stranger. I'll end up being chased by a "thing" with half a face, up and down the stairs of a haunted 3 storey house. Then realizing that I am in fact dead, and can see dead people. Or atleast movie stars with dead careers (imagine being the only person able to see Patrick Swayze)
Out.
Sorry for the lack of updates recently. Will try to update much more from now on.
ALL HAIL THE MANGLER TROPHY!
Quicky leaves us on Sunday morning. I will miss him. Quicky mate, your like a brother to me.
posted by Thaozee at 10:42 PM
4 Comments:
Thaozee,
You should start up an online casino, imaging how much money you could win from yourself. Think about it..
lol. spam. looks like it`s time for word verification :) hey, i would not dream of giving anyone a ride or helping hand towards those stranded on the road nowadays either. too freaky to think what their hidden intentions might be. i would rather give the cops a call and direct them there. oh yeah, welcome back :)
I'm imagining how much money I can make right now. And I tell you what, it feels good.
Damn spam making me think I'm popular
Was just pondering us actually going to highschool together...
Wait, were you that one kid who was always picking his nose while simultaneously making fun of the retards? Oh!! Now I remember!
--M
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