Category Archives: the-real-adrian

Before my wit be depleted this very evening, let me share with you some pointless banter. Rhiain (Bell) says: Bulbasaur Beats Everything! So does Manps^^ Adrian says: Herpes would own the crap out of your Bulbasaur. Adrian says: That’d have him … Continue reading →

Last night rocked. Today sucked. This entry is short, and I have a habit of pointing out the obvious. Toodles, mate. When will you stop reading these? I’m telling you now, you’re wasting your damned time.

Can you see how anxious I am? Oh I just love school. Now where’s the bloody exit? Later today I will not be blessed with going home, instead, I will be forced to “prepare for our final dance/social fun thing”, … Continue reading →

Crap, now I need to use my blasted memory. Yesterday I got angry. Went down to get my license AGAIN, only to find that the staff had lied to me, I needed a booking AND a doctor’s thing. This annoyed … Continue reading →

Well, they (people who were meant to give me my license) sent me home, ’cause I was too late that afternoon. Then I didn’t get to go to Duncan’s because he sounds like a 200 year old, because he’s got … Continue reading →

Happy 18th, Tim. Your face rocks as much as the free alchohol. Er, crap, uh… yep. Alchohol rocks. And vomiting is cool. I worked out that I’m a very tactful/ tactless drunk when it comes to “flirtatious” behaviour. Pretty gross … Continue reading →

I am home. asldfkja;sljfas;dfj. This entry was deep man, deep. I’ll update properly later when I find my diary notes, and my brain is made of less moosh, and I feel less like going poo. Yeah, poo. But let’s not … Continue reading →

Wagging School With Mother’s Permission (Because I’m Hardcore). < This was going to be the title of this entry, but apparently: This entry contains language that is prohibited. Please delete the prohibited language from the entry. What’s the swear word … Continue reading →

Friday night Kyle came up. I took him to Youth Group, which sadly was more boring than what staying home and watching “Australian Idol” would have been. Bollocks. After this delightfully mundane message of glory about being humble (ie, thinking … Continue reading →

No really, I can prove it. I really shouldn’t be at school. School + Adrian + work = Sleep Home + Adrian + computer = Fun Home + Adrian – Fun = Walking Home + Adrian – computer – TV … Continue reading →