After a few drinks a friend recently told me that she thought travelling in order to find ‘ones self’ was a load of wank and just an excuse to selfishly indulge on all those things you cant do when your friends, partners or parents are around.
At first I was puzzled because I didn’t understand why you couldn’t simply do those things in your ordinary day to day life if thats what you really wanted. Then I realized, doing them away from everybody in a secret second life enabled you to return to who you were originally without any hiccups if you didn’t really like what you had become.
Kind of obvious when you realize that there is an online Many multi-player online role play game (MMPORG) game called “second life” in which you can change your life for better without leaving your desk. I guess thats the appeal, and I can see it (having been addicted to Grand Theft Auto since V1).
So, I guess the next time I go travelling I should really ask myself if I’m trying to escape my friends, family, patner etc so that when I return I can be me again?
Just like to give you a sneek peak of how cool our frisbee team is by showing you our team logo that should be, as of this moment, getting ironed onto our very sexy white wife basher/trucky singlets and will eventually be complete with nicknames as well!
Its profile time again! This time its Magdalena “Thumper” Petterson. Thanks Brittany for the nickname!
Hometown: Finspång. Nationality: Swedish
Favourite Colour: Green and Gold
Role Model: Margaretha (Her Mum)
Quote: “You have to love yourself to love somebody else.”
Languages: Swedish, English, Sign-Language.
Life Ambition: To determine if Love is Cognitive, Jamesian, Darwinian or Social Constructivism.
- ‘Your Momma’ Jokes – (Why aren’t you Mothers Finest Mascot?)
- Alergies (Peanut, onion, lactose, cat… the list is endless)
- Non-stop gigling once drunk
- Frequenting the Rainbow Club
- Man-Wiches (Its a big sandwich ok! Ingredients: Fried Egg, Grilled Cheese, Lettuce, Tomato, Cucumber, Philedelphia cheese & Occasionly turkey/ham or bacon etc)
- Loving Ikea
- The Advanced Rabbit
- Yelling “This is Swedish” whenever Abba, Roxette or any Swedish artist is played.
- “Annie, I don’t want to meet your mum, I jsut want Bang Bang Bang.” (Its a song! Sheesh!)
Also Infamous for:
- Getting drunk at thanksgiving at the Hockley Household and twice stumbling into the wrong bedroom and trying to sleep with Darren on the way to her own room. Apparently unsurprisingly Darren didn’t wake up once!
- Being a munchkin!
Check out these pics I just scanned in – some of my favourite pics from the time in UK. Will mate, looks like you enjoyed the break!
Hmmm. I like to think, if it wasn’t for Beth – none of this would have ever happened, damn – I underestimated her!
The guys here got me good. To make up for the fact that I tried to keep my birthday quiet – I guess they decided it was best if I had two parties. Just a small one on my birthday to keep me happy – then a surprise party of Friday night – it was awesome! I must admit – I had no idea what they where planning, even though I had plenty of clues and almost a tip off! But I must admit – the quiet party on Tuesday lulled me into a false sense of security.
So the party – it was downstairs in the Residence Rec Room. Filled with streamers and balloons of course, with a large breast/cleavage cake (Much better then a penis cake). I got a variety of presents – a canadian shotglass, some stickers (of all the things i’ve lost – i miss my mind the most), Bulgarian Rose Oil, a dodge pong set (Note R&V: Dodge not doge), some shots, a fake mobile phone etc etc – thanks for all the presents guys!
From what I can remember – there where four early ‘fatalaties’ to the night, In no particular order: Alvin (Hospitalised), Mike (Sin binned 2X), Myself and Annie (Apparently). i’m sure many others struggled with their absinth shots but since carlos informs me i had 5 in a row I didn’t feel so bad about using the girls toilet (No point keeping things quiet – I’m sure plenty of comments will be made about this post!).
So yeah- from now on I’m going into hiding – nevermind that it is halloween this weekend? Who’s organising that halloween pub crawl?
Well, thanks to Beth knowing more about me then I thought, my cover was blown and everybody semmed to know it was my birthday on Tuesday, however in a show of how friendly they are, they didn’t embarass me too much!
My room was filled with the mandatory ballons, rude comments where written on my whiteboard and we had a few drinks. We went out for a quiet dinner and they managed to suprise me with dessert – thanks guys for a birthday just how I like it!
Shout out to Reid, Vanessa, Alex, Magda and Brittany for all making it special in their own way. Thanks to My family & beth for getting in touch as well. Missed you all.
Reid larson, AKA The Heartney Hearthrob is one funny man and he has started a blog, not sure if he intends to keep it going, but his first post is funny enough to warrant a look. Its also linked on the sidebar. Kind of worrying that 3 of the last 6ish blogs have been about him!
I wonder if any of my fellow Wattlespriggers remember that Scottish guy whom we met in Shepparton – you know, that loud obnoxious guy who made jokes that none of us understood and who looked a little like Billy Connely with his goatee?
Well, he pissed me off a bit because he was rude (beyond funny). I remember distinctly sitting around the ground after Shepparton had beat us convincingly and he made some jokes that none of us understood, one of those jokes was about Rene Descartes. It went something like this;
‘Rene Descartes walks into a pub, alone, one cold night in paris, and takes a seat at the bar. The bartender comes up and asks “Would you like a beer Sir?” too which Rene replies, “I think not.” and promptly disapears in a puff of smoke right before the bartenders eyes. ‘
If you get it, (Good for you!) keep reading. if you don’t get it, keep reading!
Now – the point of the conversation with this Scottish guy was that he refused to explain his jokes because it would ruin them! So we where supposed to remember these jokes for another time. The great irony of it all is that the only joke I can remember is the one he explained, and even further irony is that since I have now been studying Rene Descartes, I get it!
Anyway, I wanted to ask if you prefer to have a joke explained, or prefer to go away, be all intellectual and hopefully, maybe, one day hear it again, understand it and find it funny.
If you prefer to have the joke explained, as I do, see the Quotes on the sidebar for a hint. If you don’t – don’t look and please tell me why!
It was Reids 19th Birthday on Thursday, 6th of October. What did he get? He got a big surprise when he walked into his room after our game of ultimate. He got a big Penis Cake. He got a whole bunch of bitches. He got a reserved table at JD’s. He got $10 for stripping in the club. He got Third place in an all-girl twister competition (Default first place because the girls wouldn’t place their right hands on Reids C&B.) He got Drunk (Most of us got drunk). He got vomit on his shoes (Someone got vomit on her tounge). He got an early night (Midnight).
The party spirit AKA White Man Dance Moves (WMDM)
More pics will be available on FlickR soon. Once I figure out how to do it – their will also be video available of Reid stripping, twisting and WMDM’ing. Happy Birthday Reid! You have almost achieved your life long goal!