:: Dont Eat The Yellow Snow: A day in the life ::

:: Thursday, August 19, 2004 ::

I have always wanted to do one of these, but never had the time, and now I do. Plus, I know a lot of people out there are like; "What the hell do you do with your day Nick?"

Here goes:

Like most people, my day begins when I wake up at some ungodly hour of about 8am. Sometimes it begins here, My bed. Please note the black and uber-sexxxy Star Wars quilt (Top Right)



So, sometimes my alarm wakes me, but I don't like your chances. So nine times out of 10 this is what wakes me up. My retard dog comes in and jumps on me and barks in my ear or licks my face until I move. Note the retard dog jacket that my sister makes him wear, mainly cause she thinks a) its cute and b) He will freeze to death if he doesnt wear it. (The dogs name is Zac by the way)



From there I drag my lazy ass down to the kitchen for breakfast. Whats breakfast?
Lots of caffine, the breakfast food of champions.


Yes, that is a starsign Aquarius mug, I have my morning coffee out of it almost every day.

Because I love you guys, I'm going to spare you the images of me showering, however, lets have a look at what I am going to be wearing today.

Nothing but style, We have Mossimo Jeans, Black explorer socks, leather belt, stupidly patriotic underwear, My super cool black Converse Chuck Taylors and my John Mayer East Coast tour 2003 T-shirt. Super stylin'

What I'm taking off...

A not quite so stylish pair of trakkie dacks and my lame-o red robe, in which I have my breakfast.

Over the course of this day, I will be carrying on my person...

(From the top left) Sunnies (Orange tinted, some say rose-coloured), JAG wallet with ID and some money, Gum (Extra and Juicy Fruit to satisfy my bizzare oral fixation), Assorted small currency for impulse purchases (Like instant scratchies), Dog tags, Lucky coin, My wristwatch (Pulsar), random guitar picks (Which were in the pockets of my jeans and I probably should have put somewhere safe instead of photographing them) Keys, featuring a house key, car key, car remote, bottle opener, flashlight(the little hand) playboy bunny charm, and Mercedes "Fleur De Lis" keyring, and my phone (Nokia 8250)


Also, Today being a Uni day, I will have my backpack containing...

(From top left) Snack, Energy Drink, Water, Backpack, Sensual lab coat, Subject readers (Chemistry:Blue, Biology:Pink(?), Forensics:Green), Pencil Case, Hippie Diary, Calculator (TI-83+), Forensics Lab book, Chemistry Lab book, Assorted lecture notes.

After I'm showered and fueled up, I have to GET to uni, and I do that using...

My bitchass red commodore! Ok, so it isn't the BEST car ever, but it runs, has decent acceleration and fair fuel economy, plus it has 4 doors (Take that Dale and Dutchy) and a tape deck and working radio (Take that Daw).

Driving to uni. The street I live on.


Being immature and taking photos while driving. The apple is the extra breakfast I needed.


Arriving at Uni, Today I came in the main entrance because it is more impressive visually.

And that ain't saying much. (But again, I did take this photo while driving. (That explains the angle, but I prefer to think of it as 'art house')

Looking for a fucking park! Its hell to find a place to park at Flinders, every damn day is the same.

Luckily today I found one in Car Park 9, which is close to where I need to be. (Plus I could pull into it one handed while taking photos)


A chupa chup I found in my car which made today, (and my early lecture, that much sweeter)

A campus map so n00bs can find their way around. (it doesn't help much)


The futuristic and kinda cool looking IST building is home to the engineering and computing students. It also has South Lecture theatre 3 where I have Biology and Chemistry lectures.

I would have taken photos in lectures, but a) I habitually skip lectures and read the notes on the internet, b)Taking flash photos in a lecture theatre during a lecture is never a good idea and c) I couldn't be screwed.


A photo of the campus that I took while taking a walk and killing time. From the top of the hill. What you are looking at is about a quarter of the Flinders campus, including the Law/Commerce section, Humanities and a couple of other theatres.

My second lecture of the day is in South 1, which is just off anchor court. Why do they call it anchor court??

Enough said.

While I am explaining the bleeding obvious; Why is Flinders called Flinders?

Matthew Flinders himself. You have to be a stone cold pimpin' mother fucker to get a uni named after you.

Since I am done with my second lecture and now have 2 hours to kill, I use the library to get up to date on pre-lab questions and lecture notes and what not.

The Library: Always so deserted that you could fire off a shotgun (or safely have sex) without anyone knowing or caring.

Hunger at about this time = need for lunch, hence, hungry students flock to the mall.

The Flinders Mall. Lower levels contain the Optician, the hair dresser, International student services, Muslim prayer room, Religious services, the Whole (/health) food shop, student union store, chemist, bank and post office. Tucked away in there also are the student radio office, laundromat and clubs and societys room. And the most important place: The uni tavern

The upper level houses food shops, Coopers bar, Rosettas cafe, the student employment office, Union offices and representitives, the student union music store and Uni-books

It is also home to the plaza, the place they hold fair days, concert days, live music, BBQ's and the like. There is also a feck load of seating.

Hunger sated, I thought I would take a bit of a walk round the rest of Flinders campus to show you whats what. Starting with the boundaries.

That my friends, is the edge of my Flinders experience. The bridge over the chasm leads to the Uni hall and on campus accomodation. It also leads down to Sturt campus, which is where the teachers and paramedics hang out. Its kinda scary. Big suspension bridge over a good 15-20 meter drop. Cool view though, It runs through a nifty forest.

Forest facing east, There is nothing exciting out there....

Forest facing west. The buildings you can just see in the top right are the medical school and medical centre where all the doctors and shit hang out. Flinders med students are cool.


This is the fabled Flinders lake. It sits right in the middle of the main campus and makes the place look pretty.
Also;

There is pirate treasure hidden in that lake, X marks the spot, Arrrrrr

Having a cool looking lake which totally kicks the ass of any random puddle they have at any other Adelaide Uni comes with a downside, for example...

Denziens of the lake. They shit everywhere, make lots of noise, eat my lunch when I'm not looking and probably tell the tutors bad things about me behind my back. Concentrated evil in duck form.


The ringleader. The goose. Scares the fuck out of new people on campus when it approaches you making lots of noise and looking threatening while you are sitting on the lawn trying to eat your lunch. Even more concentrated and purer evil. A bird without a soul.

Wasnt that shit fun? Anyway, Now I have work and shit to do. TO THE LABS! THREE HOUR PRAC TIME.

The chemical sciences building. The ground floor is for administration, The first floor is home of the 1st year labs (For noobs) and the analytical labs (for those who are uber 1337). Second floor for second and third years, top floor for the gods of chemistry (Who shall reach down and smite thee if anything goes wrong). I spend approximately half my Uni life in this building.

Being a n00b, My home is on the first floor, nestled in the neato forensics labs,

Forensics Lab 1: Identites have been changed to protect the innocent.

The labs are also the home to the only place I can store things on campus. My Lab Locker!

All the cool shit I keep in my lab locker. In there you can see lots of groovy looking and very impressive (and expensive) glassware that they trust me with. The beakers full of pink crap are things that I am using in the gravimetric determination of the concentration fo nickel in a solution by precipitation of dimethylglyoxime, (I love chemistry). Thats the solution and precipitate (the pink is pink coloured solid in a clear liquid)

Speaking of which,

Bitchass chemicals they let me play with.


Just under 2 meters of space that I get to call my own. My lab station, containing all the cool stuff I need to do. Well, today is a stock standard redox titration, and everyone has done those. The orange liquid is Potassium Dichromate. My lab buddy wasn't in today, so I had TWICE as much space allllllllll to myself!


Even more bitchass chemicals they let me play with. Including 98% high molarity HCl. mmm, Burney.


A photo of the work I actually have to do for all those people who call me a slacker. Theres a calculator! And gloves cause I am likely to be a retard and spill acid on myself.

The acid burn I got by spilling acid on myself. (Ok, So it didnt show up all that great in the photo, but it hurt at the time)



The sign we have to stick up so those damn normal chemistry n00bs don't touch our special forensics stuff. Also, just us trying to differentiate between Forensics students and just chemistry students. We arent doing very well.

With all that done, I have to drive my ass home again.

More photos while driving. Thats going to come back to hurt me some day.Thats the uh, Southern expressway entrance coming up I think.

When I get home, I pretty much chill and kill time until I have to sleep again, With nothing exciting happening I will often use my computer to work, surf the net, do a blog entry, play some games, play some music or what not, from my dandy little computer room.

That bitchin' little desk has everything I need in reach, work on the right, guitar tabs on the left, guitars behind me, burnable cds to the left, two printers (Laser Colour and Laser B&W to the right), Program CD's under the desk along with the modem and reference books. (Its also part of the new study for those of you who knew it as a dingy little crap hole)

Primarily my time at night will be spent with my ladies.

The girls. My Guitars. Soon to have a new sister (I'm looking at picking up a new semi-acoustic in the next 6 months). Jet black Greg Bennet Signature edition D-1 Standard Acoustic, (With kinky little mother of pearl fret markers and inlay. Strung with Medium Gauge d'addario's) and my Fender Squier Stratocaster Standard series. (In 3 Colour sunburst, Strung with standard nickel plated super bullets, Fender style.) Sometimes they get knocked around a little, The strat has a boo boo on the base where it was bashed around in someones boot, the Bennet has numerous little nicks and cuts from being carried far and wide. Every time I hurt one of my girls I talk to them, I say "Honey, I'm so sorry, I don't know who did that to you, It wasn't me. You know I would never hurt you. I'm gonna find that bad man and make him pay"


A couple of instant scratchies I picked up on the drive home. I'm a freeking addict! No winners in this batch though.

My desk in my room which accurately captures many of my passions in life. Drinking, Music, Movies, Childishness, Travel, Reading, Drinking and Childishness.(As well as my many strange and ecclectic possessions.)

(From the top down, Left to right) We have the sexalicious Gambit action figure I bought to remind me to stay childish. In the same vein, a flying Batman Figurine (Which buzzes around from a wire that is screwed to my ceiling), that was given to me by Libbi and Mykiela for my 18th Birthday, (Primarily because "I'm Batman"). Up top there you also have various other alcohol related paraphenalia; A VB mini-football, various cocktail glasses that may have been bought (or stolen) from places, a cocktail shaker, various empty beer bottles, a half empty bottle of martini mix. Also up top, right in the middle is touristy crap, Real maple syrup, a small m&m full of .22 shells from my uncles farm, some red sand from Uluru, chopsticks and etc etc.

Second shelf down on the left contains my legit CD collection, Full of Matchbox 20, Dave matthews band, Something for kate, Jeff Buckley and various other random bands. Its all good stuff. (Please ignore the spindle on the end containing 50+ less legit CD's) Then a 6 set of shot glasses, Australian Measure jigger (Most come in fl oz. Aussie are in ml.) Then my collection of Cased Un-legit CD's.

Down another level are books, books, books. Year books, subject readers , Poetry collections all sit up there. Further around is my humble DVD collection. It contains a lot of music DVD's, Three MASH box sets and various other cool movies (Like the Back to the Future trilogy).

Also, on top of my computer monitor is the tiny little R2D2 figure I have had for years. I just refuse to grow up damnit!

A lot of those CD's will be listened to in a night. I reckon on an average night at home, I will flick through about 20 different CD's depending on what I want to listen to (I ALWAYS have music going, no matter where I am)

After a night of uni-work, music and TV, I will usually stumble off to bed sometime between 1am-3am, and then sleep until I need to grace the world with my concioussness again.
As I lay me down to sleep, I get to stare across the room into the spooky eyes of the man himself.

Jeff Buckley watches me as I sleep.

Also deep within my inner sanctum, (Oh, THATS a double entendre) are various other geek-esque things that probably dont really fit in "A day in the life", But my room is my comfy little space that I exist in daily, and I like it that way. I also spend a feck load of time staring at the walls due to constant insomnia, so its all relevant.

Terribly Geek-esque is the Mulder's office style "I WANT TO BELIEVE" poster that is hanging on the back of my door. (I am a recovering X-phile)


There are a couple of my favourite poems tacked to the wall above my bed. You got "The Raven - By Edgar Allan Poe", Various works of Frost and T.S. Eliot (Including "I have been one aquainted with the night" and "The Journey of the Magi")


This, Is where I stick the rest of my crapola. Anything and everything goes up here.

Nothing horribly interesting, Lots of movie/concert/comedy ticket stubs, Some extra guitar strings, notes, receipts, business cards, the occasional comic strip. The more interesting things up there are the possum fur nipple warmers (Down on the left, the fuzzy black things) that a mate brought back for me from New Zealand. Next to that is a bit of pizza box with Peter Combe's signature on it from Daw's 18th in 2003. The signatures above the dilbert cartoon are those of Australian Musical Comic trio, Tripod of Skithouse fame. That plastic bag square in the middle contains little useless plastic rope things that the IB diploma uses to hold together exam papers. (Swiped by J after final exams). Also there you can see my security pass for when I was working behind the bar, The bear that appears to be hanging was given to me by Mrs Daw, who presented the Awesome Threesome with the little teddy at our graduation ball. The lanyard it is hanging from is the standard schoolies 2003 crap that everyone buys, along with the free "Celebrate, Don't Violate" keyring that they handed out to discourage sexual assault.

To the left you see the very fancy 7x tables chart Julia gave me for Christmas.
To the right you see the whiteboard that people use to scribble various emotions and messages on as they come to and from my room. It hasnt been changed in a while. At the moment it still says "DAW IS HOT" and some other random bullshit.


Thats it, thats my day. Lather, Rinse, Repeat.

If you are lucky, maybe one of these days you will get a pictoral "Nick goes and gets drunk"




:: Nick 5:09 AM [+] ::
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