Burned out

It's been awhile, since I've blogged, and held my head up high. Today marks the end of the quintessential, and altogether unplanned, guys week. I spent all five of the weekdays hanging out with the guys one way or another, even though most of it was unplanned and people just ended up hanging out at my house. Since I've already covered Monday's City adventure with Ian, and the subsequent ass-rapeage at KB, we'll start with Tuesday.

Tuesday marked the invasion of the Shadow Lightning, real name Michael Wilden. I was sitting there with nothing to do, except stress out over my passport, when said Shadow Lightning rocks up at my door proclaiming that he's bored as shit. So, we end up having another classic NBA Live 06 showdown, and I end up whooping his ass again. Shadow Lightning got the craving for Halo 2, so we did the co-op missions for a while. We played that for an hour or so; throughout the whole thing, I kept screaming "Gonna get you back, aye! Fucker!" just like Joker from Next Friday, so Mike got the idea to watch the classic movie. Sometime in the middle of all this, Ian rang to tell me he got stovepipes, and I lost all respect for him. Well, not really, but I still think stovepipes come from the fag factory, and Ian's the new employee of the month. Anywho, me and Mike had the bludgiest day, just watching Next Friday and chowing down on peanuts and chocolate bars, which Mike seems to have eradicated from my pantry. After the movie, Mike got picked up and I proceeded to clean the house, for the first time ever. I mean, I keep my room clean, but Tuesday was my first ever whole-house-cleanup experience, and which is...I can...I drawed a willy on it. Tuesday night consisted of me being extremely buggered, and laptop-ing until I collapsed on my bed, into a deep, deep sleep.

Wednesday was the sleepover that almost wasn't, due to my frickin' passport problems (more on this later). After careful reorganisation, the guys night in was on. TJ arrived around 3:30PM, in time to watch a shitty episode of Raw. We flipped back and forth between watching Raw and me kicking his ass in Smackdown! vs Raw, which was fun. RD came by sometime later, and the three of us played Burnout until my Uncle dropped off some dinner. It was heaps of fun just having a guy hangout session, playing Xbox, eating lots of fried food and watching Sportscenter at the same time. Eventually Karl came along as well, a tad late but better than dogging it like he usually does. Jokes, Aussie One. Anywho, TJ suggested we have a late night golfing session at the driving range, and the idea was bounced around until we remembered it closed at 9PM, and it was already 8:12PM. Oh well, nuts to that. Sometime around 10-ish we got the craving for some Mickey D's, so we went to the 24-hour branch at Sunnyholt and got fat. We had to go back to my house to drop off my brother's burgers. I knew from the moment we left Macca's I was gonna have to end up chasing the fucking car after giving Fonz his food, and damnit I was right. Twenty minutes of running, and stopping, and calling, and avoiding getting hit by RD and Karl, the crazy bastards. Fun night, though. Think my neighbours might reckon me to be quite crazy. Or weird, either one. Anywho, after somehow managing to get back inside, it was drive around time. We called Ryan, but the pothead was toasted at the Coast. We called Cristian, and he wasn't answering. So we drove around. And around. And around some more. Karl kept beeping RD's horn at random people, which was funny. We eventually ended up at Billy's house for some table tennis, which I didn't play, and some pellet gun shooting, which I couldn't do properly. I fell asleep on his table, and in RD's car on the way home.

Thursday morning started really, really, ridiculously early. At around 2:30AM, we left Billy's and made our way back to my house. After arranging for the guys to be able to play Xbox in my room and me to get some sleep at the same time, I nodded off. I figured four hours of sleep would be enough, as I usually functioned on that much sleep anyway. I woke up 45 minutes late, which was bad 'cause it gave me 15 minutes to get ready. But, me being the magician that I am, I was able to pull it off. Hooray for me! Anywho, as the guys headed off to Karl's for some more sleep, it was off to the City for me to sort out my passport issues. Ah, the passport issues. Story begins on the 12th of November. I got a notice from the Post Office, telling me I needed to pick up an article from Doonside. Me being me, I decided to ignore it for a while. I forgot about it for a week or so, then decided to ring up Doonside on Tuesday to inquire about my parcel. They said there was nothing under my name, so I rang Australia Post. They said they returned it to the sender. This set off a fucked up chain of events; me having to ring up the Passport Office, then my parents in the Phils to let them know what a RESPONSIBLE young adult I've matured into, then having to sort through a mountain of documents so I can fill out some stuff (that I didn't end up needing) from the Passport Office website, then back to the Passport Office hotline, which told me that I couldn't receive any information about my passport seeing as I'm under 18. Sonofabitch. So I had to ring up the parents again to get them to fax a latter of consent to the Passport Office (again, ended up being unnecessary) giving me the authority to receive information about it. So, early Thursday morning, I had to walk around the City with my Aunties so I can get the bloody passport issue sorted out. After a long train ride, and a couple of taxi rides, I got to the Passport Office building, only for them to tell me my passport wasn't even there. Sonofabitch! I re-rang Doonside just to double-check if my parcel wasn't there, and they said they didn't have a parcel for me. They did, however, have a LETTER for me, contaning what was seemed to be a passport. All this freaking time, it was five minutes away from my house. SONOFABITCH!!! Anyways, got that sorted out, finally. Thursday night concluded with an impromptu practice session at KB, which went down pretty well. I found out why I had such high hopes for this team, 'cause when we really play hard as a team, we can do some damage. Anyways, after a lot of practice, the team crashed at Ian's for some 2-on-2 action. A lot of basketball was played Thursday night, and it was much needed for someone who's seen first-hand the results of not exercising after the HSC. Anywho, the basketball left me buggered, so after some late-night chatting, I eventually fell asleep. I was about to watch The Shining, by myself, at night, with the lights out, but I figured I hadn't wet the bed in years, so why start now?

Friday morning was lazy. Lazy lazy lazy. Tried to watch The Shining three times throughout the course of the day. I, for one, was bored and confused with this movie. I mean, it had its moments, and it does leave a lasting impression, but while watching it, I dozed off twice. The morning consisted of me and Ian arguing about which was faggier, being an OC fanboy (me, even though I'm not THAT much of a fanboy...I'm more of a Friends/Family Guy fanboy than an OC fanboy) or wearing stovepipes (Ian, the fag factory). Anywho, after falling asleep again thanks to The Shining, my auntie woke me up to tell me Ian and Mike were in the living room. Ian had gone to Mike's to borrow his suit for the formal, and they decided to drop by to play some Xbox. Ian made some bad moves, time-wise, and he ended up getting stressed because his formal was at 6:30PM, and he was still at my house playing Xbox by 4PM. Awesome. Anyways, they left, and I ended up finishing off The Shining. I ended up having to research the movie to find out what the hell it all meant. It wasn't as scary as I thought it would be. I guess it has freaked me out to a certain extent, but nowhere near the level as say, The Ring or The Exorcist. Anywho, after dinner, I played Burnout: Revenge for nearly four hours, hence the title. So fucking addictive! And now I'm writing this long-ass blog.

Anywho, today becomes cleanup day, seeing as the folks come back Sunday morning from the Phils. I definitely need to clean up the mess Bron's made in the backyard. Damn dog duties. I think I've made it through this whole 'self-fending' phase quite well. Other than a messy backyard, the whole house seems to be in order. Only major thing was me losing my glasses, which led to a 1AM Australia-to-Philippines phone call/shouting match between me and my dad. Awesome. Haven't had one of those, well, ever. Well, we've had shouting matches, but not over the phone. I took advantage of this time seeing as he's a thousand miles away. That about does it for this extremely long blog; think this might be my longest blog ever. Anyways, later days!

- marty..

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