Wow, there really hasn't been much to say lately. University is over, and about fucking time I might add, the Festivas™ excitement is beginning to climax faster than a steady night in a hallway, January 3rd is approaching at a rapid rate, and plans for our overseas travelling are becoming less dream-like, and more like a bon-a-fide reality.So all of this is quite exciting even if day-to-day living has been pretty mundane. The prospect of looking for work is becoming increasingly scary. I must be the only person in Redcliffe who is apparently not eligible to receive government funding, or what I shall now call WELFARE (perhaps when I get my fair share of tax payers money I'll downgrade that terminology to the far friendlier sounding 'governmental assistance', but until then I'm calling it welfare, only available to dole-bludging scum, tax abusers, and welfare cheats... shame, shame, shame!!!).
So while I save up my pennies to afford a Vanilla Coke it appears everyone else around me is buying flights to Australia, KFC Mega Meals, and Kylie Minogue DVD's. It just ain't fair, but I suppose it ain't all that bad; at least I'm not in Townsville.
Camp Woopsidoodle is sounding very promising. For those far from the pulse of the January 3 network, Camp Woopsidoodle is shaping up to be our first stop on our World Tour, 2003. Allowing us to arrive at a nice time in the American summer, Camp Woopsidoodle finds us stable accommodation in the states while paying us about a grand and a half (in US dollars) for looking after some little brat kids for a couple weeks (it sounds just like living in Townsville, except without the urine in the shower and the defecation of the spider-man pj’s). The camp doesn’t sound like terribly hard work and is apparently a great way of meeting like-minded young woman, which will be excellent for Gav-Jo, myself, and Clown. ‘Nuff on the other hand shouldn’t have any problems picking up some young boys, I hear Hayden ‘Cranky’ Christensen (Star Wars Episode II, Higher Ground) has already offered to dump A.J. Cook’s sorry arse if ‘Nuff is willing to give him a try…. geez, and I thought that’s a tactic only a bitch like Helen would employ, obviously Hayden is not only cranky, but also far too smug.
But right now Walker: Texas Ranger is on, and I really do want to fall asleep before the infomercials kick in. I am continuously amazed at how one Super-Auto-Abtro-Matic® can really work out sooo many muscles all at once, but worse still it is terribly hard to fall asleep when Kristy Brinkley has far too nice a smile to say goodnight to. So before the clock hits 2am I shall bid you all goodnight and safe driving, be good to yourselves and each other, say G’day to your mum for me, and may all your panties be moist ones!!!!
Jakey Jones Jamieson.
(p.s. V3 is coming!!!!)
