With Apologies To All Concerned...

I returned from Schoolies at Anglesea on Friday, and then went to the 18th of a friend that I haven't seen in far too long that evening. Suffice to say, the combination of a week of sleep deprivation, followed by the immensely exhausting, but entirely enjoyable hype of an 18th, as well as the effects of alcohol lead me to sleep for the next 17 hours.

Tragically, I'm forbidden by the Vegas Convention to discuss in any great length what actually took place in Anglesea, however much fun was had by all. The inclusion of Guitar Hero World Tour and Rockband made the whole even more enjoyable, and I dare say I became rather good on the plastic set of drums which, after very little sleep and much booze, do succeed in making you feel like a Rock-star.

That said, I hope never again to hear Eye Of The Tiger or Tom Sawyer. Unlike my dreams of a free Tibet or an end to world hunger and poverty, perhaps this one can be realized.

I will also say that Vodka, while in small dosages is okay, can lead to tragic, or at least VERY embarrassing consequences. Also, when correctly mixed, is almost tasteless...Although I do recommend that people try it with Waterford's Lemon Lime and Bitters, a combination which I find irresistible.


With Schoolies week behind me, however, a large and ominous vortex appears before me labeled "the rest of my life". Dealing with short term, immediate problems has so far held me in good stead, but once I get past the immediate concerns of Christmas, long term planning is necessary. I need to plan.

First on my list, a job. Tragically, either I am insufficiently qualified (having just left year twelve) or my application is lost among the many thousands of other, almost identical ones submitted online every day, and the anonymity of the web quickly allows for outright dismissal because I used a word the authority objects to, or some other petty reason. The job quest does not look hopeful.

On a somewhat lighter note, I've already written my letter to Santa. Well, I say "letter" - this year I twittered him:

Dear @Santa. This year for Christmas, can you please give me an iPhone?
I promise I've been good. I even installed Net Nanny so that I can't fall prey to naughty sites.
I avoided posting pics of me in various slutty poses on my Facebook.
Heck, I even avoided swearing in emails, even though after all those emails either asking for my credit card details or offering miracle cream to increase the size of Little Nick I really, really felt like it.
Oh, and I only called people Nazis once on forums, and I felt guilty about it for ages.
So please, @Santa. Bpay for an iPhone for me.



Au Revoir.