Stepping Up to the Plate

After recent talk of the need for a new post it was time for somebody to take the bull by the horns and step up to the plate. Who else better to do it than Hillhood number 1 blogger travvo. There has been a lack of news lately due to copious uni work but luckily its almost all over. This weekend has seen some binge drinking by all HH members in preperation for the northern migration to wedge. Whether it was diji in freo, lodge in a metro cocktail bar, trav n goat in kal or jim at connections(kidding jizz), we were all aclimatising our livers to the hardship of a wedge weekend.

This weekend I did something that I thought only diji was possible of, I was over 3 hours late to a pre planned event. After practically pulling 3 all nighters in a row or somethin rediculous I thought I'd get a quick nap before the ball that started at 6.30. So at about 4.30 i fell asleep, next thing I wake up at 9.30 with JB smashing on my door. "WAKE UP YA JEW" he yelled. Anyway I had a mild case of morning glory or should I say night glory and got out of bed. As I stood up I heard JB yelling " hahaha ur flying at half mast". The rat was peaking through a little gap in my door, a sly move that goat must have taught him. Anyway I get to the ball and the foods all gone, all the good booze is gone and every1 is pissed as, even goat looks pretty dandy. I decided to catch up my drinking a bottle of wine and some udl's. Anyway as things were wrapping up some dude that organized it tried to kick me out so I gave him a mouthful calling him a fat cunt ( which he is). At this stage a first year from my hall comes over n tries to kick me out ( i think). At this stage its a bit of a blurr but we got back to the hall where i confronted the 1st yr and abused the shit out of him. Now this said first year is a closet homo and I gave him a spraying about how he likes dick and jb and goat restrained me from attacking him. Can't remember anything about the rest of the night but i didnt get out of bed til 6pm saturday so must have stayed out late.

The next part of the story heads to Perth where the gang went to freo on saturday night. Now diji isn't one for moderation. His motto in life is "go hard or go home" and home he went after voluntarily kicking himself out of metros. But he went home after he went hard so i guess his motto doesnt really apply to this story. Apparently he spent 120 bucks on piss and was shouted 2 midori shakers so wasn't a bad effort. Diji's other motto is to exploit his parents generosity so he got his dad to pick him up at 2am while jas n kiel were too busy doin the lure n hook.

No other major events are worth discussing so ill leave it there.

travvo
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