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290701 » time to cut loose!

listening to | tool \ aenima
feeling | fab

autonomy day on friday was, as usual, an absolute blast! it also appears that the 1st annual NUChES hunt has gone down in newcastle uni folklore!

after arriving at the bar on the hill at uni just after the iron man began, my dream guy from the hunt team, the 'snorks', ran up to me excitedly.

"did you hear? did you hear?! we did it! we got the snorkel in the schmoo!"
"OMG OMG OMG! you did?! was it the hooker i went to school with?!"
"hahah noooooo she is tool classy for us! we are in the photo going *bends down and sticks his thumbs up and grins cheesily*"
"haha! *shakes his hand profusely* *pats him on the back* *shakes head* you guys are utter legends! omg. hahha"

yes, they did it, and it seems that everyone knew.

but back to the iron man...

the iron man competition is put on each autonomy day by the enginnering frat (us engineers are an active bunch, aren't we?). it involves volunteers consuming food that normal people would not dare consider eating. but these people are not normal, they have stomachs of steel, you see. well, that's what they think before they begin to eat...

the rules of the iron man competition state that if you vomit, in order to remain in contention for the iron man title, you are to consume your vomit (schooner glasses are supplied for easier reconsumption).

i remember my first iron man observation experience well. one guy was trying desperately not to be ill - looking up to the sky and breathing in and out heavily. then like a giant
rainbow, the food he had previously semi-digested, came back up... landing on some of the members of the audience who decided it was a good idea to get as close to the action as possible. another two guys decided spew was spew, and swapped schooners and sculled each other's vomit. it's incredible what people will do for a little nortoriety. but it worked, most people around uni have heard the stories, even if they don't know who the people involved were.

the menu for the iron man looks something like this:

course 1
cold pie and 1/2 a bottle of tobasco sauce

beverage 1
schooner of mr devitis’ wine

course 2
2 thick raw sauages

beverage 2
middy of tomato sauce

course 3
black pudding and raw potato

beverage 3
stubbie of warm flat coppers stout

course 4
cup of 1/2 sugar & 1/2 parmesian cheese

beverage 4
1 pint of freshly curdled milk

course 5
2 raw eggs

beverage 5
1 can of warm diet pepsi
(used to be dr pepper, but no one could handle that!)

course 6
3 sao biscuits
1 lump of blue vein cheese

this year, everyone was out by the end of the curdled milk round.

after the iron man comp, we continued consuming beer, while listening to really bad kareoke, in wait for the boat races. in this time, sexy snorks guy came up to me a few times. once he even put his arm around me. *re0w*

the boat race is basically a beer sculling competition. four people per team, the fastest to finish their drinks, without spillage, is awarded the winner. every year i am asked to go in it, and every year i refuse. this year i was already hung over, and sculling would have just made me more ill than i was already feeling.

and so, autonomy day ended with me being drunk for 20 hours straight. i think that's a pretty classy effort.


tonight, my fellow hunt scrutineers, and myself, met at foota's place for a bit of photo viewing pleasure.

omg! people from my university have no shame!

there were a large number of guys napalming (taking a
flame to their pubic hair). men doing the 'tuck' was also a popular theme. girls lifting their tops up to reveal their breasts was very popular with the male judges.

one group broke into williamtown airport - which has military security - and stood on the wing of a qantas plane. another broke into fort scratchley and sat naked on a cannon a'la cher in 'if i could turn back time.' others vacuumed beaches, donated themselves to the smith family, ate fox roadkill at maccas, were chased by star city casino security for taking a photo inside, got photos with fat lay down bicycle man (this really big guy who rides a bike around newcastle at night - he has to lie down to ride it), set up tent in the middle of a busy road, visited luna park, got handcuffed to a policeman and drove buses. insanity. there were also some nice 'bonus' shots of genitalia and underwear, close up.

it is my job to scan a bunch of pics to make a website (if i have time) and a cd of photos. no doubt, i will put some (the non xxx rated ones) up on here for your viewing pleasure. oh, and i promise to include pics of the sexy guy from the snorks whose leg i want to hump. *re0w*

i just realised that these last two journal entries have probably lowered everyone out there's opinion of me. you would have found it all funny if you were there too! i'm not really that lewd and that gross. hehehehe

days still not smoking: 99!!!!!!!!

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