2010 AFL Grand Final

Well, today is grand final day. So naturally that means we’ll be getting extremely drunk while watching the footy. It’s the only day that this is acceptable … unless you’re an avid footy fan … and then you’re probably the feral sort who does this with the flimsiest of excuses; “Oh, it’s raining today” *turn on TV and sit down with a freshly opened stubby* “Oh, it’s sunny outside today” *turn TV on and sit down with a freshly opened stubby* “Oh, I’m meant to go report to Centre Link today” *turn on TV and sit down with a freshly opened stubby*
Aaaaand so on.
But on grand final day, no one can judge you for this behaviour. In fact, it’s actively encouraged (except by the cops, who have to deal with feral drunks later on in the evening). Although as long as you do it with mates. If you do this alone, you’re just sad.
Even sadder than the afore mentioned drunk bogan.
No one cares what teams are playing … although, we Victorians do get pretty upset if there isn’t at least one Victorian team playing. It doesn’t matter if you’re team is playing or not. It’s just a fantastic excuse to get drunk with mates.
But if you’re team is playing, well, congrats!
I hope they win … unless my team is also playing. Then, in which case, I will want my team to win and your team to go to hell.
So later on today, everyone will be decked out in red, black and white or black and white and everywhere will be deserted and reminiscent of a ghost town. Or at least that’s how it will be in Victoria … except perhaps in Geelong.
Soooooo, let the drinking begin!
Let’s getting ready for the first bounce!
Let’s hope the Saints are more than a match for the Pies!
And let’s hope that it’s a close game, since it’ll get boring if it’s a one sided match.

The Alternative to Centre Link

Well, now I’m super excited about a job.
This is rare. Since the sole reason why I want a job is so I no longer have to rely on fucking Centre Link. That is it.
I mean, if I could get paid and not work I’d be happy.
Well, I guess that’s how I am now. But I have to put up with Centre Link’s shit, and jump through hoops for my money.
I don’t want to jump through hoops for my money!
I’d rather work for my money!
Yeah, that’s right. I said it. I said that I’d rather work for my money instead of relying on Centre Link.
Shocking, ain’t it?
No. Not really actually.
Most of Australia would agree with me on this.
But the job that has got me all excited?
It’s with Westfield, and combines two of my biggest loves to create my dream job; a Westfield insider. That is basically someone who gets paid to go shopping at Westfield shops, and then write about it online. I think I have to inform the masses about some good deals I found and where I found them.
Too easy!
I just hope that I impress the Westfield people with my application.

Essay Writing

Well, I can safely say that playing Smash Bros is way more fun than essay writing. So much more fun.
Actually …
No I can’t.
I haven’t actually made a start on the essay.
It’s been so long since I actually wrote an essay, I’m not sure that I even know how to anymore.
The afore mentioned statement about Smash Bros being more fun was merely an assumption, based on remote, far gone memories … and the assumption that anything study related isn’t fun.
Not that that last assumption is much of an assumption. More a widely known fact.

Study

Well, here I am at 1:35pm Monday afternoon. I have an essay due in a couple of hours, and a talk to give tomorrow morning.
Now guess how much of that work I’ve actually done.
Come on. Guess.
Come on. Come on. Come on!
Yeah, that’s right. None
Absolutely nothing.
I clearly need to work on my work/study ethic, because at the moment it’s just non-existent. And I’m pretty certain that I can’t just cruise through uni and pass like this.
Oh. It’d be nice if I could. But I seriously doubt that it’s possible. I think the whole point of uni is to study and push yourself. And the lecturers and tutors certainly like to make sure that everyone has to actually work to be able to pass.
The bastards!
Man, now I curse those nice cruisey high school days where I didn’t have to put much (if any) effort into my work and receive good marks … I think it’s clear where I developed my fantastic work/study ethic.
Not that the essay is worrying me much. It’s only 1200 words, and I already have a plan that we did in the tute. So even if I hand it in late, it won’t be overly late (a day or two).
But this talk is really worrying me.
For one thing I hate giving talks.
Because I can give the same talk to the same group of people outside of class and be completely fine. But as soon as I get into the classroom with the knowledge that I’m going to be marked, and I just fall to pieces.
Yeah, not good at giving talks.
But it’s not just that.
Apart from the obvious fact that I’m so not prepared for tomorrow, I don’t really know what it is I’m supposed to be researching/giving the talk on. We weren’t too clear on details when we were figuring out the details last week.
So I’m seriously considering flaking tomorrow, and not turn up.
I know that’s extremely bad form considering it’s supposed to be group assignment, and that I’ll be letting down the other two in my group. But I really don’t see any other alternative … apart from actually doing the work. But that’s just crazy.