It was a fantastic trip, I must say. Making new friends, seeing old friends, sleeping in people's kitchens and having cats attack my belt (that's not a euphemism).

Went up to Geelong on Thursday. Nothing particularly interesting happened that day. Had tea, watched some of The Big Bang Theory. A show I've now become quite fond of.

Friday the action began, as it was the party night (friends 21st). We got all suited up (I was wearing a tie, very unlike me!) and hit the pubs. The first one she had reserved and a good 40 people had rocked up. As the night rolled on, the people disbursed as we pub crawled to different areas. At the end of the night (5:30am) it was just me, the birthday girl and her boyfriend. My best friend had already found his way off with a cute girl he met at a previous pub.

So we went back to her place (happens to be where my best friend lives), where a few others were crashing. By the time we got back, two were crashing in my friends room, one in the kitchen, one on the sofa in the lounge room and one on the mattress in the lounge room (which was supposed to me my bed).

Luckily, the other two hadn't finished drinking, so the guy on my bed decided he'd join them in Whiskey, then at about 7, they went off to a sailors pub. Unfortunately, not much sleep to be had as people kept coming and going from then until midday.

Saturday was mostly the recovery phase from the incredibly large night had previously. And without sleep, that wasn't a very easy thing to do. The entire day was spent watching the aforementioned The Big Bang Theory, smoking cigarettes and just generally talking.

Sunday we were still recovering. I had long since developed a cold by this time, and my throat was so sore that swallowing was causing physical pain. So eating, drinking, breathing... these would have all been things to avoid if I could. Again, just a recovery day. Sunday night, the girl I met last time I was there came over, along with another best friend of mine, who I hadn't seen in months. That was pretty cool, he drove me to a 24/7 Coles where I was able to purchase (with money I didn't have, mind you) the necessary pharmaceuticals to relieve my pain.

The night ended with just me and the girly watching episodes of Dragon Ball Z on YouTube and us retiring to my now reclaimed kitchen bed.

Monday, my two friends, the girly and I went out for lunch, then said girly and the friend I hadn't seen in months had to go their separate ways, so I went back to the flat with my best friend, met up with the other two (birthday girl and her boyfriend) to which we just watched movies (I fell asleep) until it was time for me to catch the train home.

I fell asleep on the train and woke up at my desired station. Caught the bus home, ate a decent meal of pasta, had a shower and went to bed. Woke up with a massive headache, slept in until 3pm, watched The Battle of Wolf 359, the first DVD of the second season of Gode Geass and the 17th DVD of Bleach.

I'm now back to being incredibly poor. Hurray perfect circles. That's my week in a nutshell, anything interesting happen in my absence? (As we all know BYOND just can't function without me. =D)