NNooooooo!!!!!

Well, for starters, my pc is going into processing next week so this weekend consists of absolutely fuck all to do since i have no money what so ever and theres not much to do otherwise. Its perth people.

Well, im gonna have to stop going to sleep so early cause im getting the shittiest of sleeps. I woke up at 5:30 feeling all fucked up. Had a shower and found out i had to take the slug to my uncles. Slug = bravo btw.

One thing i noticed today. Everyone was so ANGRY for no apparent reason. If i used my extensive general knowledge, it would have something to do with mars and jupiter clashing. *checks* meh forget it.

Anyhow the bravo, good for 4wd, not for everything. It feels like driving matts car without the whole roller coaster experience.

Got to my uncles and kept on compiling programs and play sudoku while crossing off each program i go.

Went home, watched scrubs then matt issued an idea, "lets go running". Farrrkk yes! Freaking winter has done nothing good to my stomach regions. Anyhow i didnt exactly want to get there and awkwardly wait for matt to arrive at traves. I gave up on forcing/babysitting trave to go for a run. Its like fucking taking a corgi for a run. It just wont move. Unless ofcourse you're matt.

After nagging upon nagging matt finally annoyed trave enough to go for the run. *congratulates matt*. But never the less, we ran to the usual Ocean Reef marina. I ran ahead cause of the whole "no pain no gain" or loss in my situation.

Now i was gonna rant about something here but i shall leave it to my other blog.

And NO tasers for cops. They would use it whenever someone doesnt disagrees and use it freely, possibily killing someone in the process. We arent fucking cattle to zap around.

I ran back. Yes matt and trave, ran, you know, like the whole point of actually going out for a run? I was waiting for around 5 mins at the playground on a slide. When trave and matt finally arrived, i slid down the slide and it was fucking wet at the bottom. Great.

Oh yeah, its kinda amusing seeing trave try and wrangle meaning out of his job. The more he goes on about it, the more we realise he an extra that is akin to everyones bitch. But saying that, its a job never the less. Something more than i currently have. Though personally, i think he may fall into a trap where he would start believing he wont need his degree to move further on in his career. Which in my opinion is a big mistake, but knowing Trave and his ability to do absolute fuck unless it was given to him on a silver platter would say otherwise. Well, its up to him i guess.
Went home then watched scrubs and did some blogging till i got tired enough to goto sleep.

Also I think he is forgetting that Matt and I have had jobs since Yr10 and had been working ever since pretty much. Not to mention that good fucking luck finding a job atm where you are 20yo, Coles and woolys are looking for 15yos and its recession time. Fun. Not to mention, that we weren't given a job. Out of sympathy for getting kicked out of Uni. Seriously, its getting rediculous. Trave is been all high and mighty now after all the years we've been working while he has been sitting on his ass. Yes, Matt and I probably nagged him to get a job during high school probably out of jealously that we weren't give $10/day to spend at the canteen but we arent exactly sitting on our ass's. Thats to tie up the hypocritic end of the rope.

But Trave, if you read this, meh. Matt and I have been trying to look after/ babysit you for years now. We starting to get tired of it. Take responsibility of your own life for a change. Not leave it in the hands of others.

/rant

Anyhow, Mata Ashita