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11.09.2005Sunday 11 September – Wherein I have a milkshake

Here I am at uni, having just booked myself a flight up north – although it’s not yet confirmed. Annoyingly, I have to miss the first part of the mid-semester break, due to CSSE3004 having compulsory assessment on the Friday. It’s only worth a measly three percent or so, and is a ten-minute presentation amongst seven people, but failing to attend is, apparently, a failure to pass the course. It’s rather annoying missing the Wallaby Creek Festival and half of my mid-semester break due to a two minute, three percent presentation.
Maz has arrived, for great justice.
I have a lollipop – may the infidels shake in their infidel equivalent of boots.
My tongue and mouth hurt. Lollipops suck.
Nothing has really happened. I wish I had a milkshake.
My wish has come true. We are going to Cold Rock, internal combustion permitting.
Maz, Clint, Lisa and her flatmate drove to Cold Rock, ate Cold Rock, and dropped Clint and I back at his place.
I was shocked to find that it was somewhat early in the morning, and rushed to bed.
Comment by Mum – Wednesday 14 September 2005, 9:03 PM
  Beware the Cold Rocky my son, the lollypops that bite and and the slithey tomes.
Comment by Who knows – Monday 26 September 2005, 10:44 AM
  I can't believe that you would rather go to Wallaby Ck Festival than stay down here! I don't think anyone could even pay me to go there, coz it's as boring as bat shit. I wouldn't want to miss out on the hippies plaiting each other's pubic hairs. I guess different strokes for different folks.

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