Cue the tumbleweed...

So what's been happening down in clarence house lately you say? Aside from getting all dressed up in hot hot brisbane weather to get handed an empty tube by a really old guy (as rick has already mentioned)... there has been a stream of new housemates (the beautiful emilia, the very tall matt, the very famous steve, the very cool dan-the-other-man and possibly sarah the very random asian girl from canada i met on the internet...we'll have to wait and see on that one).

The new gallery of modern art (aka goma) has also proved quite popular with its infinity room and interactive lego display demanding repeat visits....

Of course there has also been much packing of boxes, blue-tac removal and trailer trips back to our respective parents houses as the once lively home withers into an creepy old dead house... much like the dead rat we found behind the fridge... or the now fully decomposed gecko skeleton bonnie left us with on the wall. However, we are all looking forward to the first ever smout inspection next thursday....

everything is definately changing and rearranging at clarence....

End of Days

The walls show their faces, their masks now removed.
Homely decorations now misplaced or misconstrued.
Packing up, closing down, turning in and shutting out
A once constant existence has become a future all in doubt.

A bittersweet odour now chokes the dusty air,
nostalgic tales of broken glass and young lives laid bare.
Memories like wafting smoke, cling to all like dust;
dancing fire and soaring voices expounded their youthful lust.

Rejoicing in juvenility, their future temporarily on hold
it was time to smell the roses and search for hidden gold.
Under shadow of grey concrete they laughed and played and sang
but the picket fences could not hold back Father Time's old chain-gang.

Friendships forged and lessons learnt, while the cars all drove by.
Windows cringed at the felicitous binge, kids all on a high.
Sunsets on the front steps now in final days,
two years have rushed past, in a beautiful fiery blaze.

One more for the road...

Biggest rusty spoon ever! Maybe not the most inventive, or interesting, or challenging (as they sorta knew where they were going...) but definately wins the award for longest distance... so far anyway... Watch out Mag/Sal/Bec your turn will come!.

As a send off ye olde Haylos quite an adventure was planned spanning states, covering several hundred kilometers and involving goon laybacks and of course... the civic video guy. The clues set by Liam and Celeste (with the assistance of the lovely Maggie, Sally, Bec and the afore mentioned civic video guy) led Hayley and Renee all the way down to Byron Bay where several thousand schoolies lay in wait! We of course took up the toolie challenge and proceeded to drink goon in public and munch down several kebabs and were very tempted to seduce some of the young hedonists.... however we couldn't keep up with those young revelers and decided to retire to the lighthouse on the hill for more goon and an insano lighting storm. After too many jokes about bodily functions (thanks largely to Hayley), tent spooning, sleep-talking, rain rain rain, early morning coffee, and some last minute organisational dilemmas we finally arrived at the mecca of our pilgrimage.... a big day out underwater. Befriended by turtles, a whopping great big bull ray, a fat lazy wobbegong shark and countless little fishy's and sea critters we returned home absolutely exhausted.

So long Haylos! May your manic mine ministrations meet your magical madonna magnanimity and we will see you at woodford!

In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia...

Sad times sad times guys... Clarence is falling apart. We all knew it was going to happen some time but it is rather confronting all the same. The first material evidence for this dissolution occurred in the guise of Ron and Chris Addie mounting an all-out assault on our poor defenseless furniture. They have now kidnapped "old bluey" and ravaged our collection of extra-hard bum-callousing chairs. So not only to we have severely limited seating arrangements in the household (with only 2 and 1/2 chairs between the 3 of us) but another Clarencian has fallen. Richard has now been lured away from our humble abode with the promise of exotic foreign adventures and asian delights with his wads and wads of US dollars. Rick and I are now ajoined by an almost empty room (now with pseudo-privacy!) due to the mysterious vagrancies of our transient new inmate... Dan the Man. What does the future hold for old number 35? We will soon see... but for now a tribute... to the old blue couch with its dodgy slippery cushions and its endless bounty of treasures and loose change deposits.... and to Richard who wins the award for most studious clarencian (with the other Richard coming a close second) and who finally made it to the pub with us on his last night here! All the best to both members of our family in their future endeavours! Also... props to rick for driving past the RE for Georgias 21st birthday in only his underwear on such a cold night...

Best Last Days Ever

The last few days of drunken revelry and hedonistic celebration have taken their toll on my once functioning capacity for memory. With elements of thursday night, friday night and saturday night all blending into one continuous blur what follows is an attempt to record the facts before they dissappear completely from concious recollection...

Thursday: Following handing in last ever assignment and getting 100% for my last oral, came a delicious Indonesian lunch (thanks to rick for being my wine courier bitch), steins at the red room, harrassing renee at grinders, balderdash and scrabble at woodstock, dirty dirty dancing at the RE to even dirtier RE songs and almost getting kicked out for tearing up the dance floor.

Friday: Baking scones and choccie cake at 7am with a massive hangover, last ever lecture, Haylos' awesome picnic, hackey sac battles, skateboarding around the great court, playing a game of pingpong on the roof of michie building, riding andrews chopper bike around uni and then into the red room without getting in trouble ("thats right, i own this university..."), long island ice teas, a giant pig on a spit, free drinks from el presidante, Hayley's sexy booby-shaking antics at african dancing (i have video if anyone wants to see...), and the beautiful sounds of Lansana Camara on his 22 string kora.

Saturday: Lots and lots of free food to stock up for swotvac, making a badass jack-o-lactern and getting a costume in order for Nu's birthday/halloween party.



Now, we leave that all behind as caffeine and borocca are substituted for alcohol, the pub is replaced by the library, parties are overtaken by lecture notes and swotvac madness slowly starts creeping in...

Selling out Clarence?!

To all you blog administrators out there!
(I'm talking to you mel, renee and toby)
Have you guys ever considered signing up to that AdSense or whatever its called on blogger? It gets google to place ads on your blog. And you get money per click! You could get all your friends to just click on your blog all day! How cool would that be!... but it does kinda creep me out jumping in the same boat as those evil villians that created popup's and spam and adware and the like... Oh the dilemma....

by the way guys.... I could really go a nice cold refreshing Coca-Cola(TM)(R) right about now! Mmm yeah!

Strange Happenings....

That pervading sense of doom associated with pending assignment deadlines (not unlike an early onset of the famed "swotvac madness" ) has settled in upon Clarence house just like the copious quantities of dust that already existed within its grubby interior. Endless hours bathing in the warm radiating glow of online journal articles has resulted in some of the house's occupants exhibiting increasingly strange behaviour. Take Rick for example. A boy once thought to be plain as an open book is turning out to be harboring some very interesting secrets. Just ask him about his Jake Gyllenhaal obsession that he has developed as of late...

Also, equally curious is the Kramer infestation that has spung up in the bathroom... I hope it isn't too contagious. We are having enough trouble as it is fighting off our various bodily fungi and diseases, let alone an amassing army of Kramers to deal with. So unless you've had your Kramer vaccination this year you might want to steer clear of the Clarence bathroom...