Saddle up me horsie and holster up me guns
TOP OF THE MORNIN'/ AFTERNOON TO YE'!
Yeah another post, shit. Well its only been a couple of days since my last post, but i really dont care im so tired and a tad bored sitting at home by myself. Jim says: "time to post, fuckers".
The day before yesterday (wednesday) was cres. Max came around to my place with his EXTREMELY out of tune new electric guitar. It took so long to tune. Fucking hell. Then we started jamming away, playing absolute bullshit and it kinda sucks because we dont have a drummer but its fun to be idiots anyway. Then after we had had enough of playing really gay punk songs, we recorded some really cheesy country songs with me on acoustic and Max on redneck vocals. They actually came out really good in my opinion, Johnny Cash eat your heart out. So yeah, we recorded a couple of country songs, then i swaped a acoustic for a bass and just made up chords on the bass while Max sung about how im a bass player and i practice a lot, then he starts singing about boobs for some reason. Really good fun. We call ourselves 'The Monosyllabcis', probably because of the first song we played which was a genious creation called 'The Fuck Song', where we just play and say fuck every so often. Fuck is one syllabol just incase you didnt get that. If you dont know what a monosyllabic is, im not bothered explaining.
So he went home and i had a headache, end of story.
Then caaaaaame (drum roll) TA-DA fi's surprise party at julias! Woohoo. I was one of the last to arrive due to the strong winds and rain and everything. And then to my surprise, ALAN WAS THERE! Holy fuck, i finally met the guy and he's a legend, though i already sorta knew him before he left...but oh well. I started drinking straight away, but unfortunantly after about half an hour or so, i was all out. I was a lil' drunk for a bit, then 100% sobered up soon afterwards. I hate you scotch. Scotch is not my friend anymore. Until next time. Then there was the 'to-be-expected' mingling that goes on for ages, i did random trips down to the milkbar with everyone, and also talking about Beastie Boys with Matt took up a lot of the night lol. It got late, people had to leave, but some stayed the night at Julias including me.
We didnt get a single ounce of sleep. Thats why right now i am tired as all hell. But we went with Alan to his home to say goodbye for his leaving, and also Shaun and a few others got up to a few hooligan acts which were extremely amusing, i forget what they did, SHAUN you have to post about the party. GO SHAUNO.
And yeah, this morning it was just us guys throwing socks at the fan, and listening to Mick and Ross prank calling people with funny surnames in the residential white pages. Haha Assfire....oh yeah and Ross called up Seth's house haha, all we could hear were kids screaming n shit. Good times...then we headed down to maccas (me, mick, ross, scott) grabbed some hardcore brekky and made our ways home by train. And here i am now. Im tired, and i blogged for my blog fans. Oh yeah. Anyway, i should have a few photos to put on my blog soonish if that crazy little Andy B ever uploads them.
>jim
#song of the day - The Descendants - suburban home# This is like...ah god, like my favourite punk song. Such a golden song, GOLD I SAY, man im tired, with the questions and the answers and i really cant be bothered.







