The Journal Thread (February)

[Old-Man]

Saturday, 9 February 2002.

Diary,

Just got back from the shops, been there since 10.00am. Australia time.
Had a goddamn great time
We finally found out how to steal PS2 games, took long enough. Have to crack open the heavy-duty plastic cases with a knife or something like that.
Pulled up at the shops, went straight to K-Mart.
We've been trying to bust open the plastic cases on PS2 games forever now, it's like rock. Shut real tight, too. Daniel picked one up, took it with him and walked away. I followed him to see what he would do, and oh my god!
I lost it, i couldn't stop laughing.
He was standing in the middle of the aisle, slamming this PS2 game on the floor every 2 seconds, then jumping on it as hard as he could. He looked like such a dickhead, i thought i was gonna laugh up a lung.
Meanwhile Brenton showed up and said that he still couldn't open the casing, he had been trying to open it with this little ice-pick thingy he has.
So he tells Daniel to go find find a knife somewhere in the shop. Daniel is gone for ages, me and Brenton sit around waiting and waiting.
He comed back with this f**king huge big knife, he's stumbling along knocking stuff over. He sees us and grins, pulls his hound out from behind his back.
It's SOAKED with blood.
He somehow managed to deeply cut his hand, trying to rip open the knife packet.
We leave the game and knife somewhere 'safe' and go to the chemist section to find him some sort of rag or something.
The chemist dudes were cool enough to wrap up his hand and put some chemical stuff on it.
So Brenton went back into K-Mart and managed to get the game... what a legend!
Later on we found ourselves in some other stupid cheap-ass shop. Brenton found some sticky-string, y'know the stuff you shoot out of cans at parties?
We got 3 cans of it and went out the front of the shops.
By the time we were finished with the sticky-string can war, people were standing there with their jaws open staring at us. We were COVERED from head to toe in yellow sticky stuff, and it was all over one of the shop walls and EVERYWHERE over the floor.
F**king r0x0r.
It was such a bad mess i got worried someone was gonna call security or something.
We spent the next 20 mins picking yellow trout off of each other, then we caught a bus home.
It was a good day.
Had lotsa fun, sucks ass that i have to go to my uncles place later tonights. It's his birthday.
Have to catch up with some of the guys tomorrow.
Bummer.