Whoah. That was cool.

Wow, its been a pretty hardcore weekend. I consumed more alcohol than I ever have before in my life. Guess thats not surprising since I don't usually drink much but I went pretty hard this time.
If your not sure what I'm on about I've been on engineering camp. Whatever stories you may have heard about engineering students and beer are all true.
Anyway, I'll start at the beginning:
Same campsite as last time, trip went much the same, rocked up at the campsite around 1 or 2 or something. Thankfully there was no welcoming commitee this time. Actually I'm having some issues remembering stuff. I bought me a slab of extra dry for the weekend, figured that'd do the trick. I wanted bourban since I don't actually like beer much at all but I couldn't afford it. Heh, one of the leaders had a bottle of straight vodka and kept mixing is with some kind of raspberry softdrink. People bagged her a lot actually, about several things. Knew a few people from the last camp as well as Steve, for one Luke was there. Ahh he's a crazy one that guy. I'll explain later.
The drinking began pretty early, as soon as the van got back from the bottle shop actually. Personally I was on my sixth beer during dinner. Actually the leaders were drinking from the moment we arrived at camp but the rest of us had to wait for our grog to arrive. Dinner was nice, baked potatoes and stuff. Hmm, actually sometime during the first day we had a little engineering challenge between the various groups involving a toy car, string, a mousetrap, tape and a cup of beer. We had to get the cup of beer to move about 3 metres with minimum spillage. Some cool contraptions were made, all involving strapping the cup onto the back of the toy car and trying to balance it and things. It was pretty amusing. My groups contraption had no spillage since we taped the top of our cup up good. There was a bit spilled trying to get the beer in through a little funnel though.
Anyhow, there was trivia after dinner but I barely remember it. I know I left about halfway through because I couldn't concentrate on the questions at all anymore. I had 8 beers from my slab that night and I was pretty trashed from it. I was out by about 12 I think. Steve lasted a bit longer, I think he ate a lot of bananas or something.
I drank a lot of water during the night after I'd finished drinking so I was feeling pretty fine at first in the morning. My group had breakfast duty that day though, so it fell to us to clean the eating hall. GOD DAMN was that place destroyed! I believe someone said "It looks like a beer bomb went off in here!". There were cans and bottles everywhere, pools of foul liquid and stick shit everywhere and lollies mashed into the floor. It was feral. I was feeling kinda seedy after a while, the smell of beer made me feel sick. I had to go barf my guts up halfway through the cleaning.
I started to feel better after a couple of hours but the smell of beer still made me feel sick. Fortunately I had mostly recovered from that by the time the beer olympics commenced.
There were four events: boat races, reggae or something like that, the dutch relay and goon laybacks. I didn't enter the boat races or reggae since I wasn't feeling up to it. The boat races were crazy, some people can scull cups of beer so quick its scary. Heh, one such person was Tash, one of the leaders, a second year student. Everyone was stunned at how fast she sculled her cups. She's a serious rival for Luke at speed, and Luke sculls goddamn fast. Plus she's a girl, which added to the stunned factor significantly.
Reggae was a spewfest. It involved a big circular track with cups of beer at four points around it. The competitor had to scull a beer a base 1, run to base 2 and scull another, run to base 3 and scull another etc then one more back at base 1. Had about four people doing it at once, they'd do the first and second cups alright, then really start slowing down as they reached the third and fourth. They all barfed at one of the last three stations. No-one who entered that event did it without barfing. I'm very glad I didn't enter it.
I did enter the dutch relay since it was tame compared to the others. You only had to scull a beer, run forward, spin around 10 times then run back and tag the next person. Made you pretty dizzy but I don't think anyone chundered. My group didn't win though :(.
Next up were the goon laybacks. I managed to lie there and scull goon for 58 seconds, which I was quite proud of really. The longest time was nearly 3 minutes though I think, which is friggen crazy. Another girl did that too actually. Freaky huh? Specially when theres only about 15 of em.
I decided that I was going to polish off the rest of my slab that night after the games so I cracked open a beer and drank it, at about 5 or 6 oclock. It wasn't cool though, I didn't see how I could drink another 15 beers like that. Fortunately I didn't have to. I was introduced to a miracle invention know as a "beer bong" consisting of a tube and a funnel. Most people were only doing one beer down it, some people doing two. First time I did it I did two down the tube and found that beer tasted far less shit like that. Thats when I decided that I was going to see how many beers I could scull down the beer bong in a row. I gave myself time to prepare though so I didn't do it till after dinner. I figured I might get four down so I grabbed six beers just in case. Luke, Steve and Katharine helped me crack open the first ones and got ready to open more if nessecary. I managed five and a half beers down that thing in under a minute. It was crazy. The rest of the night is a bit fuzzy, but I did get through all my beers, all of em through the beer bong. I didn't spew after I'd done my mega chug, but I did spew after doing another three beers down it.
There were nudie runs and all sorts of craziness that night. Luke went on a nudie run and someone ran off with all his clothes, so he wandered around naked till he went and got a pair of jeans. Apparently in the morning he was found passed out sitting on the toilet naked with sunscreen spread across his back. There were photos taken I believe. I'm told that I fell asleep leaning against one of the great big speakers in the hall while music blared out of it. I don't remember that, but I do remember that I crawled my own ass into bed and took out my contact lenses.
Heh, they had their awards thing like at the last camp the next day. I actually felt fine in the morning again, which is odd since I probably should have felt pretty dead. Oh well, I'm not complaining. There were some cool awards givin out, for instance Luke got the "I'm a dickhead" award, mostly for waking up nude on the crapper. Me and one of the girls both got an award for being "absorbant" in the form of half a sponge each. The girl who got it was the same one with the mega goon layback record.
Ok, that'll do, you've heard enough by now I think.
On a final note, Steve and I have decided that a beer bong shall have to be constucted, or bought, whichever is easiest.

Me timetable

Like Jason I also have been getting oriented this week. Today all the clubs were out trying to get people signed up - I managed to sign up to about 5 clubs I think. Hmm, lets count; Eng club, arts club, Kendo, Orchestra and Bushwalking. Booyaa! Set me back a bit of cash though. Combined with my book costs I spent about $400 today. Hopefully I can get my parents to buy me the viola I'll need for the orchestra which I was GOING to spend that money on to even things out.
Anyhow, I shall post my timetable here for the viewing pleasure and comparison-making of all:

You people are stupid :P

It has recently been brought to my attention that none of you had the intellectual capacity to comprehend a particular comment I made on Jason's blog regarding Mountain Indians, so I shall enlighten you all as to it's meaning.
Firstly note that the preceding comment had been made by Erin in anticipation of comments bagging her shortness. I was merely delivering the expected goods.
The exact post was "Mountain Indians Drink Gatorade Every Tuesday". Now, I shall arrange these words vertically for you:

Mountain
Indians
Drink
Gatorade
Every
Tuesday

If you still can't see it then I'm afraid I will have to shoot you. :P

Glowy lights r kewl

Updating for the hell of it...

Hmm, guess its been a little while since I updated. Ahh well, i couldn't be bothered before, and I'm just bored at the moment. I gotta get up early to go to a piano lesson tommorow, then I have a beach party to go to in the afternoon. Its in Chelsea I believe, another Monash thing. They organised a whole bunch of em just so new students everywhere would have a function of some kind to go to relatively close to them. Who am I to pass up free sausages?
Got orientation next week, should be interesting. Theres a lot of stuff going on though, so hopefully we'll be able to figure out what's good to do and whats not. At least there will be no work. Hopefully i'll be able to sign up for some kendo. Actually work probably won't be that bad.
At the moment I'm just hoping my course will be able to get me to where I want to go. I want to research and design new craft for exploring space, and while I'm sure my course will teach me the conventional ways of doing so I don't know how well it will cover future ways of doing so. Combustion engines are so bulky and cumbersome, I'd much rather work on figuring out some new type of propulsion. Yet if Aerospace Engineering won't teach me that what will? I mean a regular science degree might help me come up with theory for it, but it would only be a theory and somebody else would put it into practice. Even Steve's double degree with Science and Engineering can't do it all. Perhaps I should resign myself to the fact that such endeavours are a team effort and one person alone can't really open the doors to space for humanity. Ahh well, I shall have to wait and see. Hopefully my course will teach me enough so that I can make a valiant contribution to such an effort. Hopefully i'll be able to attempt a PhD at the end of the course too; I'm sure all the research involved with that would help a lot with designing a new form of propulsion. It'd be cool if that was what my thesis was about :P. I probably shouldn't count on that though :).

Uni iz kewl

Gotta love the monash student association :). Just been off on a 3 day camp with 100 other students to the Lord Somers campsite by the beach. Twas pretty damn cool.
I got to the campus rather early so i sat around chatting to one of the host dudes, Adam, and a couple of other people who rocked up early. Adam strung up a hammock between two trees and cracked open a beer :P. All this on the grass just outside the main law building :P.
The welcome we got at the campsite told us exactly what sort of camp this was :P. The previous camp was lined up, making a big aisle down the centre of the main grounds. At the end was a shaggy guy in priests robes, and they were all chanting. I can't remember what it was exactly, but the phrase "No air, all cock" comes to mind. Shortly afterwards two naked guys come strolling out side by side up the middle of the aisle while everyone hummed the wedding march. Various surprised, amused and horrified sounds came from our camp :P. The priest did the whole marriage thing, it was most amusing. Coulda done with less penis, but thats the way these things go i suppose :).
Later we learned that the head priest guy was one of the camp hosts and a student in his 8th year of a 3 year science degree :P. Heh, Johnny was amusing, and also one of my specific group leaders, of which there were 11 of about 8 people.
Anyhow, we had to play those weird get to know you games, including one involving much shouting of "YEEEEEHAWW!" and "BIIIIIG TRACTOR!". It's difficult to explain :P. That game was played in strange ways disturbingly frequently with no prompting...
Dinner was pretty decent i remember, but stuffed if I could tell you what it was... weird. Actually, before that everyone got to put in their "milk" orders, and a couple of guys drove down to the "milk" bar and loaded up massively. Hmm, everyone went down to the beach sometime after lunch too and played soccer and crap and swam... anyway moving on.
After dinner the "milk" arrived and was drunk during the quiz night events. We divided into teams of our little groups and got questions and stuff, but there was also "physical challenges" that got you points, as well as random displays of skill to impress the judges and bribes in various forms. Meheheh. One guy sat under the judges table for ages trying to massage their feet through their shoes :P. There was also a "shotgun" race, which was hilarious. It involved shaking up various cans of alcohol, puncturing them with a key, then opening the top and sculling the alcohol through the puncture. It was about a 3 second race, quite impressive time for drinking a can i felt :P. They did have the advantage of it being shot down their throats at high pressure though.
Anyway, after those games were over i hung around outside with various people chatting and also playing strange games and such. Then the drinking games began in full force and we had to go watch a bit. I only had four cans of bourbon and cola, which were gone during the trivia, so i wasn't goin in em. They were quite funny, and those watching amused themselves by trying to figure out the logic involved in the game. There didn't seem to be any, it was hilarious. (that game was awarded a prize at the end of the camp for its nonsensical nature). One guy in em had the bag from a cask of shitty wine, referred to as a "goonbag"
and "goon" henceforth, and was squirting that down his throat rather quicky. The goon has more hilariousness later.
I dunno what time i went to sleep, it wasn't that late really, only 2.30 or 3.00 i think. Everyone else went to sleep too though so there wasn't much else to do. I heard much barfing and such went on. Oh yeah, we slept in these little barracks things, with about 12 bunks in em. There was even a little "private" room near the entrance which was used as a dump for passed out bodies by some and... other things... by others. They had the nickname "fuck room" anyway.
The next day we got woken up by a girl running around trying to get people to come participate in a "sun dance" on the beach. It was 6.00 or so, just before sunrise obviously. I thought "What the hell" and got my arse up and went the the beach with her and another three people. Upon arriving we sat our arses down and did some yoga meditation :P. Good fun.

So, day 2... Err, breakfast was just cereal and crap, 8.30 or some such. There was beach going, but i didn't feel like that much so i stayed in my cabin thing and participated in an experiment to discover how many people could fit in one sleeping bag. Three was the maximum it seemed, and that took some serious cramming. Next we tried to see how many people could fit on the top bunk, concluding that eleven was about as far as that one would go. Oh yeah! After yoga aother guy woke up, luke it was, he was in my cabin and also participated in both those experiments. Anyway, he was awake and ready for some "Metal in the Morning". He rocked up the the main hall, put on some death metal and cranked the volume. This was at about 7.30 i think. He and one of the host guys (with dreadlocks) jumped around to it for a good while. Oh yeah, frizbee was a popular sport, that got played a lot at various times.
Anyhow, to the disco night! Another milk run occured, wile everyone got into their costumes and such. I obviously just wore my awesome robe, with the hood down since there was a scream guy and a death guy too, so i didn't want to look quite like either of them. I looked sorta like a monk actually.
There were some strange costumes; luke was "beer boy" having some shitty wings and a hat made from beer boxes, there were some mummies (involving much toilet paper) elves, fairies, witches, then an ent (which involved green undies and branches sticky tapes to the rest of his body. It should be noted that this was the guy with the goonbag previously mentioned).
That night involved much dancing and singing, there was a table set up as a stage which was danced on much and there was also a lot of karioke. I sang a couple of things, such as "summer of '69" and "eye of the tiger". There were more drinking games of course. One involved lying on your back the ground and having goon squirted into your mouth as faster as the squirter could squirt and seeing how long you could drink for. I believe the record was 21 seconds. Anyway, while on his back sculling goon ent-boy was assailed by someone with scissors who stealthily cut off his undies. This prompted the first streak of the night, as he tore off his branches and dashed through the biggest dance circle.
I had a pact with a couple of people that we weren't going to sleep that night. One of the girls claimed she hadn't slept the night before, but no-one really believed her since she seemed perfectly fine, not at all sleep-deprived. At some point we and some of the hosts raided the kitchen for some early morning snacks, which mostly were sausages from lunch and pasta from dinner. I needed those, I was starting to feel pretty buggered by then and those re-energised me. I played chess with one of the hosts at about 5am, nearly kicking his arse but instead accidentally trapping his king (only remaining piece) somewhere where it wasn't in check but couldn't move for fear of BEING in check, which technically made the match a draw. Bah.
We had to go to our cabins then since the hosts wanted to sleep. Us all-nighters just sat on the bench outside our cabin till dawn though, at which point I joined the waking yoga goers. Only yoga-girl (Erika) herself and another girl this time. Ahh well, we did a lot more exercises that time :P, just on the oval then since we weren't actually supposed to go the beach without a host, in case we died or something. Those exercises helped me regain some small amount of mental stamina so i could keep goin. I also still had my robe on, mostly coz i hadn't been nearly my stuff for a long time. I didn't end up taking it off until lunchtime, at which point i had been asked several times why i was still wearing it :P. I was getting a little narcoleptic at about that time, if i was sitting down and not doing much i started to drift in and out of conciousness a bit. Apparently I nodded off for a moment halfway through a sentance to someone, a sentance I had no recollection of starting.
Awards and stuff were givin out after lunch, hilarious awards such as those mentioned previously.
Blah blah, got on bus went home etc. I think i slept for about 20 mins on the bus. I drove home too, which I probably shouldn't have done I think :P. Still i think the daylight was good enough to convince my body that it needed to be awake again, and those 20 mins prolly did me good.

Later, jason and steve rocked up and we went to the pool hall to enter in da comp. I think i had been without more than that 20 mins of sleep for 38 hours or so at that point. I lost to the fist guy I played, but only on the black ball both times, not a bad effort for my state of being I thought. Steve managed to win the thing, scoring himself 30 bucks. We were there for a while, playing against each other and stuff. The others kept finding my sleep-deprivedness amusing.
Meh, eventually I got home and slept solidly until 12.30 today, not waking up in the slightest before that. Usually when i sleep that long i at least reach states of semi-awareness a coupl of times then drift back into deeper sleep. Ahh well, twas to be expected perhaps.
That does the trick I think. Blogger off.

Happy birthday to me!

Meheh, I am 18 now, look out all! I can legally aquire cars and booze and gamble and purchase firearms (well, maybe not).
Anyhow, I don't get to open any pressies yet coz I'm supposed to be nice and wait for people to come home. Ah well.
In the meantime I have been doing more of the Scotland the Brave remix.

Hark when the night is falling
I hear the pipes are calling
Loudly and proudly calling
Down thro' the glen.
There where the hills are sleeping
Now feel the blood a-leaping
High as the spirits of
The old Highland men.
Towering in gallant fame
Scotland my mountain hame
High may your proud standards
Gloriously wave.

Land of my high endeavour
Land of the shining silver
Land of my heart forever
Scotland the Brave.

High in the misty Highlands
Out by the purple islands
Brave are the hearts that beat
Beneath Scottish skies.
Wild are the winds to meet you
Staunch are the friends that greet you
Kind as the love that shines
From fair maidens eyes.

Magic 8-ball

Went off to the pool comp tonight with Haggis and Jason. It was pretty nifty, I managed to get through to the second round, which I was reasonable proud of. The first guy SEEMED skilled, at least he had good technique and stuff, except he occasionally missed shots that you would expect him to get. Worked out to my advantage, since I also miss seemingly simple shots more than I would like, so I was able to beat him. The next guy I played had a two ball handicap and still kicked my arse. He potted three of one color off the break in the first game, so my lead from his handicap was gone straight away :P.
Jason didn't manage to get through to the second round this time, he got beaten by this sort of crap guy whose arse Steve kicked in the second round. Steve lost in the 3rd round though when he played against the guy who beat me. He could have won I believe, except he missed a few shots he probably should have gotten, and the guy potted the 8 ball in the last game in a rather flukey way.
I shall have to enter again, though probably not next sunday since I think I'll be off on the first of my uni camps.

Doof, doof, doof, doof

Well, last night I was in for a bit of a surprise as my friends and family threw me a surprise party for my 18th birthday. I guess they decided that I was too slow in planning one myself :P. Anyhow, it was pretty cool, tasty food and many balloons, along with a few pressies and some doof. I get more pressies in a few days, since apparently it was real short notice and only a handful of ppl had time to get me anything :P. Its all good though, my REAL birthday is only a few days away, after which I head off on a camp with uni.
Somewhere during the night I starting writing some doof music which I finished this morning, with a few helpful suggestions from jason and fudgey. I'm quite happy with it, its probably one of my most doof-like doof pieces, probably much more cruising than the last thing I tried to do as well. Anyhow, I don't think I "killed" it as jason thought I might and have ended up with 5 and a half mins of some nice bass.
Anyway, thanks everyone for throwin me a party and all.
Should be entering the pool competiton tonight also, that ought to be fun, although I'll most likely get my ass kicked. Still, I might make through a round or two if I'm lucky.