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-this is a job that i wish was available at newcastle, the university hires 120 students to drive buses around, the campus is really big and spread out in the town, so you need a bus to get from certain parts to other parts, the bus drivers get to play their own music so it each ride has a different vibe. I think it would be a great job.

i cant be bothered coming up with clever segways to lead into each point, so i'm just going to do it in bullet form.

-it will be weird being back home and not seeing black people anymore; the other day i found myself at a lunch with about fifteen friends, and i was the only white guy. It was cool to be the pastey, twitchy white guy who can't dance or jump, just sitting there i could tell i had no rythym. At first i have to admit, i did have the impression of black people as either decked out with guns and clothes that they look like they stole from a guy weighing 500pounds, or skinny people with bloated bellies. The culture shock was seeing affluent black people everywhere, and at university where it seems about 40 percent are black. Wow, Newcastle and Maitland are worlds away all them white people.

-and halloween is over, i didn't do any dressing up, i only have a couple of t-shirts, i was going to go as steve irwin, don't groan, i had planned this before he died, it would have been great. But it turns out a few people like bill mayher went as hiim anyway, shamefull, he even had a barb protuding from his chest.

-i'm immersed with americans, i haven't spoke to an aussie in real life for months, and occasionally i go to ninemsn to check what's happening and watch the little video's. all the same crap is still going on, some footy player is doing something sus, or some sheik is condoning rape, still the threat of terrorism and then getaway showing some fancy beach somewhere away form all that crap. When i first arrived it was the americans who sounded hilarious, especially through the south, and an american friend i knew from newy uni, she still sounded weird with her funnny accent at first. I spoke to her the other day and now she sounds normal! and watching the videos of aussies on ninemsn it's hilarious, even the phrase mobile phone sounds weird and 'heaps ' on msn they had an add that had the guy saying 'there's heaps of space in the back. '

-movie of the week- mission impossible three, i just watched this again on dvd, and scientology and couch jumping aside, the movie is awesome. Michelle Monaghan, one word - wow. --'i shit you not, i will bleed on the flag to make sure it stays red.' j.j abrams wrote and directed it, i think he was one of the main writers for lost.
-sub movie of the week- the devil and daniel johnston

-im reading a family guy book, it's written by Brian the dog and has a Foreword by Stewie. It's called 'Brian Griffin's guide to booze, broads, and the lost art of being a man.'
Brian is my new god; he always was, but now i have the bible!!

I love the part about metrosexuals, i mean the feminist movement although completely necessary has left males emotionally emasculated, and seeking to find an identity in the new domesticated world. And sadly that means metrosexuals, that doesn't mean you can't have style but anyway this is what Brian says, he has a whole chapter on style, he is obsessed with the ratpack:

'If Frank Sinatra were alive today, he'd flatten Ben Affleck, Ryan Seacrest, David Beckham, and Justin TImberlake with a right hook to their pretty chops. Seriously, when did male style consciousness become synonymous with narcissism and excessive vanity? It used to be that the stylish men would drink whiskey, wear dark suits, smoke cigars, swing hammers, drive Cadillacs, and occasionally kick the crap out of each other at neighborhood saloons. Now stylish men, or metrosexuals: drink saketinis, wear couture (not clothing), manscape, drive chili red Mini Coopers, get pedicures, smell like berries, and care very deeply about exfoliation. I swear, some of these guys are half a step away from ovulating. The guys like Cary Grant, Humphrey Bogart, Dean Martin and yes Frank Sinatra. Those guys parted their hair meticulously and wore sharp suits, biut they weren't afraid to break a fingernail. And they'd drop dead before being caught with Ryan Seacrest's frosted tips, Ben Affleck's L'Oreal face cream, or Justin Timberlake's overblown sense of self accomplishment (not to mention his metallic blue toenail polish)
--i like it, it's not saying be a complete yobbo who swears with every third word, but don't be a girl either.

And there is a chapter devoted to drinking (reading this chapter actually inspired me to go all the way to the grocery store to buy some smirnoff, and have the rest of the day off.)
Stewie mentions Brian's love of alcohol in the foreword, when he says
'I can't believe you're actually thinking of taking lifestyle advice from the dog. First off, Fido's a ragin alcoholic... And he's not one of those functioning alcoholics who manages to keep his addiction a secret, fools his friends, and eventually ascends to our nation's highest political office. No, he's the creepy letch who's sitting at the end of the bar at four-thirty on a Monday afternoon, muttering to himself about scotch tape (Morris and your electrical tape?) while oggling the waitress and not-so-futively playing with his pud.



Some Cavalier Daily Cartoons. You can click on each pic to enlarge it.


















Quote:

'Let's go drink till we can't feel feelings anymore! Hehehehehehehe.' - Peter Griffin / Family Guy