THROWDOWN

Good fucking music, Good fucking times. Physically I was in no condition to go to a show last night, but come on, if you really know me, then you'd know that nothing would stop me from going to a show (except maybe uni and work). Normally if the gig is some shitty penrith gig then I wouldn't go. Penrith gigs are for teeny bopper cunts/scenesters that don't even like the music. Anyway, if the gig is worth going to then I would go. Really good mates were there. Rory, Cole, Tommy, Nathan and Leigh. I took an unusual liking to the venue even though some people don't like it. It's at an inconvenient distance from the station so that's the only bad thing. Oh god I'm diggin' this giant kit kat.After the gig we ended up waiting for about 40 minutes on parramatta road for a bloody bus that wasn't coming so we ended up getting a taxi.I should do some work now.I think i'm attracted to him. SHhh tommy, DONT TELL HIM. if ur reading this.

Drug ridden

Drugs in my body:Cilamox (capsules)2 tablets of PanadolCough SyrupSanitary BalmLozenges:StrepsilsLiquids:At least 2 fricken litres of water I think.Ginger TeaYou know how I feel compared to yesterday?"A bit better".

Still sick

Finally, I made a visit to the doctor and found out what I have. The doctor called it "Upper Respiratory Tract Infection". He prescribed sooo much drugs and I have to take some so that I can go to throwdown on saturday night. Friends are warning me that I should just stay at home instead because I'm still running a high fever of 38 degrees. On saturday night I was alot hotter than now so that must have been 40 degrees or something. Shit.I hate being sick.

University is like really bad coffee

You get your bad beans and then you also have your really good beans. Beans that come from David Jones cafe downstairs in townhall (pit street mall) are awesome. Flat whites for $2.00. Bad coffee beans from Donut King. Horrible tasting and cigarette smelling. My breath is like cigarette's. Peter tells me that I should close my mouth when I have long black coffee's. He isn't a huge fan of coffee. Hey, it beats smoking and such!I'm in university now trying to pass the time. It's a few minutes before my class, and I'm just hoping that my fever goes away and leaves me alone in the next few days. This afternoon i'm off to see jordy and to get my licence back for this Friday. This friday i'm going for my P's and I know for sure that i'll fail miserably. I'll pay $150 or more, I'm not too sure about the price, and I just know that i'll be miserable at Throwdown because I won't be able to drive there. I'll have to train it because I would have failed my stupid driving exam. I hope Parramatta isn't that hard. I've always driven around there for my lessons and my teacher seems to think that I'm ready for this.My driving instructor is very unusual. He asked me out on a date to go for some Indian food. Don't get me wrong, I like eating and stuff...but what is unusual is having a 60+ man ask me out for dinner. *Ponders*How come I don't seem to get the boys I want? I think i'm interested in someone though...I hope he feels the same way about me.Pros: -Attractive-Same taste in music-Humorous-SensitiveCons:-Drinks alot-I don't know him well enough-Just wants to have fun type-of-guy.I really don't know what I want but for the moment I think i'll just stick to being me. Ever since I went out with someone *no need for names in the fear of bringing shame to this entry* my single life has been slightly tarnished and before going out with that someone I had the perfect life, no worries, no cares for the world and more importantly, I didn't give a shit about any boys.Not to say i've resorted to Lesbianism. That will never happen.Class is signing me off now. Goodbye.

Fever

Well...how do I start with this entry?Since yesterday afternoon and last night I've been feeling like SHIT. I haven't been sleeping well and I think one of the causes for this unprecedented fever is that one stupid Indian customer was coughing like his spleen was about to come out of his foot, he coughed PURPOSELY into his stupid money and then GAVE ME HIS FUCKING MONEY. I should have washed my hands after but I didn't really seem to think of the consequences of handling "contaminated" money.Gradually, during the course of the afternoon my health deteriorated pretty fast. I fell down twice and I just felt really weak and lethargic. I tried to boost my energy levels up by drinking Orange Juice and I kept alternating between that and Black lipton tea. I think the tea just slowed me down even more and I was feeling worse than ever.My boss even made me sweep the floor and then crouch on my knees and pick up the little crumbs with the smaller dustpan. Then after this she proceeded to make me mop the floor. I had to do this around 4 times seeing as "it doesn't look dry yet" ACCCK...just reminiscing about last night is making me feel even more terrible. Just on a random note, I just want to say "Hi RORY! The ass pearls welcome you" hahaha. Hope she gets it :P lately, i've been teasing her with ass pearls. I don't know why, but I seem to think that these "pearls" would suit her.I'm feeling slightly better even though i'm having boughts of sweating and freezing my ass off on random occasions. I would like these dogs for breafast lunch and tea. The first dog has a boner.

Too much fucking work

I haven't been able to function efficiently as Im currently feeling like shit. I am not at my peak and I have been throwing up too much. Too much thinking does not help. I feel so drained that I wish I could go to sleep and never wake up. But then i'd miss out on throwdown this saturday. So I guess I'll be waking up early.