Floor police

I was out the other night with one of my mates, when we ran into the floor police. We were just finishing the night at Bar 3, I live like 2 minutes down the road, and it was pretty busy but not jam packed. I was dancing near these girls, not next to or with, I hadn't even looked at them, when one of them came over and told us to piss off. What the hell? We just laughed, flipped the bird and kept going but come on, is this normal? I hate girls like that, snooty bitches. Some clubs have awesome girls, real chilled out, and some have hag queens. Bar 3 and all the clubs on the viaduct have too many snoots to be worth going there ( and 5 indians for every caucasian, its like bombay down there).

Holy shit im back

Ahh, the internet, i've missed you. Im at Uni now WOOT! Finally have the internet at my flat which is alos woot worthy WOOT! So much shit has happened in the last few months its rediculous, and I didn't note it down or anything so heres an overview:

My girlfriend and I, one time fiancee, are now no longer together.

I almost got arrested for fighting outside a nightclub

Jeff and I started a fight with the Irish

Im desperatly trying to avoid a shasta I hooked up with at a club, which is difficult as she has two tutorials with me weekly. Shiiiiit.

I fell asleep on my feet after spending three days solid clubbing

I got drunk at an alcohol free 21st. This I do remember. I wasn't very drunk, I was coherant, I could walk and I wasn't fighting or breaking everything I came in contact with. All my friends there, all one of him, and his wife were convinced I was in a towering rage. I explained to them that if they had seen a 6ft 5in 100kg drunk in a rage, they wouldnt have called what I was, standard drunk, a rage. When asked to elaborate I described the time my mates and I started smashing bottles on queen street from the top of a parking complex, or the time we trashed a McDonalds and were asked to leave, so we barricaded ourselves on the playground.

Good times.