I'm thinking about spending next Christmas overseas.
Oh, I know, Christmas is supposed to be the time you spend with your family blah blah. So I'm a bad person.
Its just, my family is my grandparents, my mum, Sandy and Kady. All people who live two hours from me and who I see semi-regularly. I'm not religious so the day holds nothing beside lunches full of foods I don't eat and present-swapping that I can do on any day.
Again, I'm probably horrible and sounding grinchy.
Its not that I don't like Christmas. Man, I love Christmas. I just hate Christmas in Taree. I left this place for a reason, why do I need to come back here for a day that SHOULD be awesome?
So next year, I'm not gonna. Decision made.
Friday, December 26, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
The Christmas season has officially begun for me. Finally. In years past, I've always just managed to mostly ignore Christmas duties, tagging onto my parents/Sandy and not paying all that much attention to it. This year, I've been a bit more proactive.
Mum, Sandy and I piled in the car and drove to Wauchope to see one of my great-grandmothers. My aunty and her two boys are up from Melbourne, too, which is pretty rad. Except I'm used to being the tall guy in the family. I go to hug 15 year old Troy and realise he's almost a foot taller than me. While I'm recovering from that, 16 year old Lucas comes in for his hug and he's at least a foot and a half taller than me. Wholey moley.
I somehow convinced my mum to let me drive her car. She hasn't let me in it since I was on my Ls. To be fair, her car is fairly new. And I wasn't a very good driver... but now I reckon I'm pretty awesome at it. Sandy, not so much. She was in the backseat with Kay grimacing around the mountain roads at Wauchope.
On the down side, I wasn't aware of how lovely my family members are. The boys, Sandy, Kady and I were sitting out on the verandah chillaxing (read: we were really fucking bored). A wander into the kitchen to refill drinks found the grown-ups having a discussion about how all Americans are fat, loud and arrogant, how Murray got mugged by "two big fuckin' black niggas" in the US and then an in-depth discussion about how useless the coons are and how the government gives them too much. *sigh*
Now I'm at my mums step-mums place to see another great-grandmother. Im having trouble blogging cos I'm being distracted by my mums half-brother. To give a bit of backstory on him, I'll give an example of why he is now "so fuckin' cashed up, man". About... a year or so ago now, he was on one of his infamous drug deals that go so wrong. He was shot in the face by one of his customers.
So yeah. I'm duelly pitying him for existing while being scared shitless of him. He's trying to make conversation with me but its not really working cos when he asks me a question, I get a maximum of three words out before he relays a story of his own that answers his question. Tis hard.
And there's plenty of pot around, it stinks. Funnily enough, the teens/early adults are the ones shaking their heads at the lame grown-ups with the drugs.
I'm sure I have plenty more adventures coming with the various strands of my family. Maybe I should start writing a book.
Mum, Sandy and I piled in the car and drove to Wauchope to see one of my great-grandmothers. My aunty and her two boys are up from Melbourne, too, which is pretty rad. Except I'm used to being the tall guy in the family. I go to hug 15 year old Troy and realise he's almost a foot taller than me. While I'm recovering from that, 16 year old Lucas comes in for his hug and he's at least a foot and a half taller than me. Wholey moley.
I somehow convinced my mum to let me drive her car. She hasn't let me in it since I was on my Ls. To be fair, her car is fairly new. And I wasn't a very good driver... but now I reckon I'm pretty awesome at it. Sandy, not so much. She was in the backseat with Kay grimacing around the mountain roads at Wauchope.
On the down side, I wasn't aware of how lovely my family members are. The boys, Sandy, Kady and I were sitting out on the verandah chillaxing (read: we were really fucking bored). A wander into the kitchen to refill drinks found the grown-ups having a discussion about how all Americans are fat, loud and arrogant, how Murray got mugged by "two big fuckin' black niggas" in the US and then an in-depth discussion about how useless the coons are and how the government gives them too much. *sigh*
Now I'm at my mums step-mums place to see another great-grandmother. Im having trouble blogging cos I'm being distracted by my mums half-brother. To give a bit of backstory on him, I'll give an example of why he is now "so fuckin' cashed up, man". About... a year or so ago now, he was on one of his infamous drug deals that go so wrong. He was shot in the face by one of his customers.
So yeah. I'm duelly pitying him for existing while being scared shitless of him. He's trying to make conversation with me but its not really working cos when he asks me a question, I get a maximum of three words out before he relays a story of his own that answers his question. Tis hard.
And there's plenty of pot around, it stinks. Funnily enough, the teens/early adults are the ones shaking their heads at the lame grown-ups with the drugs.
I'm sure I have plenty more adventures coming with the various strands of my family. Maybe I should start writing a book.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
My sunburn didn't peel!
Yet. I got burned on Sunday... so I'm gonna go ahead and assume I'm a bronzed god-like figure by now. Almost god-like. I'm Hercules.
And let's hope that Hercules is immune from skin cancer.
I'm not sure what's happened in the past month or so, but life suddenly found a whole new level of awesome. While I used to use this as an almost-catalogue of outstandingly awesome/terrible things that would happen to me, I find it difficult to pinpoint things that are standing out because everything is just... fun now.
Beach visits, too much ice cream (with too-close calls of being caught naked), mini-road trips, hospital visits, awesome books, mucho swooning, rad gigs and lots of new friends. Oh, and the new foods... frak yes.
I kind of feel like I'm wondering what I've been doing for the past little while. Yes, I started dragging myself out of boring slums when I left Taree but then I fell back into routines of long periods sitting at home and being bored. Mess built up around me as I became intensely lazy (heh) and just spent far too much time sitting around wondering what I could be doing.
Idiot. Things are happening now, though, and it's all good stuff. Proper road trips, gigs, christmas lights... other important stuff that shall remain off my blog. Life is pretty frakkin' brill.
That said, I do feel shitty that I've seen so little of the Parkhillians. Random gettogethers like Trents remind me of what I'm missing. Maybe once the holidays are over and things settle, we'll start hanging again...
In other awesome news, I no longer have anything to do with the wench that is Jameseth. I miraculously found someone to take over the contract for his phone and I drove all the fucking way to Branxton to grab the comics of Mikes that he was threatening to burn (dick!). In my memory, Brano was only 40 minutes or so away... turns out it's about twice that. My poor old car decided she needed a break on the way home and died. Thank gods I'd just picked up a box from James' with photos in it. Not so good part? Mark finding old photos of me hilarious. But what made up for that? Finding pictures of certain wenches dressed as a woman. Yes, this will come in handy... but back to the point: I can now leave that part of my life well and truly behind.
I have to go to Charlestown now to renew my licence... not that I can really afford to do so...
And let's hope that Hercules is immune from skin cancer.
I'm not sure what's happened in the past month or so, but life suddenly found a whole new level of awesome. While I used to use this as an almost-catalogue of outstandingly awesome/terrible things that would happen to me, I find it difficult to pinpoint things that are standing out because everything is just... fun now.
Beach visits, too much ice cream (with too-close calls of being caught naked), mini-road trips, hospital visits, awesome books, mucho swooning, rad gigs and lots of new friends. Oh, and the new foods... frak yes.
I kind of feel like I'm wondering what I've been doing for the past little while. Yes, I started dragging myself out of boring slums when I left Taree but then I fell back into routines of long periods sitting at home and being bored. Mess built up around me as I became intensely lazy (heh) and just spent far too much time sitting around wondering what I could be doing.
Idiot. Things are happening now, though, and it's all good stuff. Proper road trips, gigs, christmas lights... other important stuff that shall remain off my blog. Life is pretty frakkin' brill.
That said, I do feel shitty that I've seen so little of the Parkhillians. Random gettogethers like Trents remind me of what I'm missing. Maybe once the holidays are over and things settle, we'll start hanging again...
In other awesome news, I no longer have anything to do with the wench that is Jameseth. I miraculously found someone to take over the contract for his phone and I drove all the fucking way to Branxton to grab the comics of Mikes that he was threatening to burn (dick!). In my memory, Brano was only 40 minutes or so away... turns out it's about twice that. My poor old car decided she needed a break on the way home and died. Thank gods I'd just picked up a box from James' with photos in it. Not so good part? Mark finding old photos of me hilarious. But what made up for that? Finding pictures of certain wenches dressed as a woman. Yes, this will come in handy... but back to the point: I can now leave that part of my life well and truly behind.
I have to go to Charlestown now to renew my licence... not that I can really afford to do so...
Monday, December 15, 2008
I love...
...that technology has gotten to the point where I can stand in line at the bank, venting my frustrations by writing a pointless blog.
What I don't love as much is the old woman behind me trying to read what I'm typing. I think she's testing how easily I'm distracted cos she keeps trying to slip in front of me in the line.
I got my braces off this morning. It was nowhere near as painful as I was warned by various people that it would be. The worst part is just the mental images as you feel/hear the crunch of individual braces being snapped off one by one. But Westley taught me to take my mind to a happy place when you're being tortured and it makes it al better.
Old Woman, stop looking. If you can read this, frak off.
Stupid bank! And stupid Christmas shoppers! I'm going to be late for work just cos I need to pay rent. Speaking of technology, I need to organise this money exchange thing so that its all done without the need for a me...
What I don't love as much is the old woman behind me trying to read what I'm typing. I think she's testing how easily I'm distracted cos she keeps trying to slip in front of me in the line.
I got my braces off this morning. It was nowhere near as painful as I was warned by various people that it would be. The worst part is just the mental images as you feel/hear the crunch of individual braces being snapped off one by one. But Westley taught me to take my mind to a happy place when you're being tortured and it makes it al better.
Old Woman, stop looking. If you can read this, frak off.
Stupid bank! And stupid Christmas shoppers! I'm going to be late for work just cos I need to pay rent. Speaking of technology, I need to organise this money exchange thing so that its all done without the need for a me...
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
A Very Parkhill Christmas...
...was last night. So there was no pizza. But there was these awesome little rectangluar potato things that Trent always seems to serve...
I felt kind of awkward for the first little bit. It's been weeks and weeks since I was at a proper Parkhillian get-together. We mostly sat around outside, catching up on everything and talking about oh-so-appropriate-for-dinner topics such as what herbs would taste best on human flesh. According to Annie, it would depend on their nationality (lemon myrtle for Australians, in case you're wondering). Once the Chrissie crackers were popped and the sun went down proper, things seemed to chill a lot more. Except my stupid cracker didn't have stickers?! As such, my paper hat was plain and boring. Hmph.
Then came the kamikaze beetles. I love that my best friends are terrified of beetles. I know that makes me a slack person but it provides me with endless hours of amusement.
The movie sucked balls, so Annie and I ended up in the kitchen. Then came Sarah. In the end, the whole party ended up sitting on the tiled floor in the kitchen while the muppets rambled on in the other room. High fives for starting a trend. There may also have been photos of me whoring around the room. Hmm.
A few hours of freaking ourselves out with ghost- and break-and-enter- stories rounded off the night. Okay, so as a second-hand story, I haven't done the night justice. It was so brilliant just being around these people again and remembering why we all click so well.
Also incredibly saddening knowing that it's probably our last real Parkhillian event. =(
At least we have Trent's farewell tonight. Not everyone will be there but it will be brill nonetheless. Probably. I forgot to report my earnings so I don't actually get paid 'til tomorrow. That means that I will no longer be attending in dress. Nor will I likely be drinking. So less brill than originally intended.
Today is the work Christmas party. The kind where we're taking all of the kids to the local pool. ALL of them. I'm scared. If only for the precious eyes of all the pool-visitors who will be subjected to the blinding light reflecting off my pasty white body. Heh.
I felt kind of awkward for the first little bit. It's been weeks and weeks since I was at a proper Parkhillian get-together. We mostly sat around outside, catching up on everything and talking about oh-so-appropriate-for-dinner topics such as what herbs would taste best on human flesh. According to Annie, it would depend on their nationality (lemon myrtle for Australians, in case you're wondering). Once the Chrissie crackers were popped and the sun went down proper, things seemed to chill a lot more. Except my stupid cracker didn't have stickers?! As such, my paper hat was plain and boring. Hmph.
Then came the kamikaze beetles. I love that my best friends are terrified of beetles. I know that makes me a slack person but it provides me with endless hours of amusement.
The movie sucked balls, so Annie and I ended up in the kitchen. Then came Sarah. In the end, the whole party ended up sitting on the tiled floor in the kitchen while the muppets rambled on in the other room. High fives for starting a trend. There may also have been photos of me whoring around the room. Hmm.
A few hours of freaking ourselves out with ghost- and break-and-enter- stories rounded off the night. Okay, so as a second-hand story, I haven't done the night justice. It was so brilliant just being around these people again and remembering why we all click so well.
Also incredibly saddening knowing that it's probably our last real Parkhillian event. =(
At least we have Trent's farewell tonight. Not everyone will be there but it will be brill nonetheless. Probably. I forgot to report my earnings so I don't actually get paid 'til tomorrow. That means that I will no longer be attending in dress. Nor will I likely be drinking. So less brill than originally intended.
Today is the work Christmas party. The kind where we're taking all of the kids to the local pool. ALL of them. I'm scared. If only for the precious eyes of all the pool-visitors who will be subjected to the blinding light reflecting off my pasty white body. Heh.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Disco-clad stalkers.
I see the world in a very wide-eyed way and I'm happy with that. I can do something a whole bunch of times or see the same landscape-view every day and still think it's awesome.
The world is pretty fucked up, though, when people see that as strange. I don't want to feel weird or like I'm being childish for being happy. I enjoy as much as I can of my life and I don't want to be labelled as something that is odd because I'm not cynical and/or jaded.
I guess labels are an issue for me. .
I've been on a bit of a kick today. I'm starting to recover my motivation for actually doing stuff again. I've had enough of letting crap pile up around me just because I've only got myself to worry about. It's time I got up off my arse and got myself organised again. Good feeling.
In other equally-exciting news, tonight is the Parkhill Christmas get-together. I can't flippin' wait. It's been so, so long since we got together as a group... stupid life stuff getting in the way. It sucks -- a lot -- but it'll be brilliant to have such awesome people together again. Leesh's presence will be sorely missed, though =( I'm envisioning mucho catching up, very little actual movie-watching and hopefully pizza. Pizza would be a definite plus.
Sidenote: I keep finding all of these small, circular pieces of reflective material around my house. Little mirror-like disks, only a few millimetres wide. I just found another sitting on my big toe. What the hell, man? I can honestly think of no reason I keep finding them or where they are coming from. Except now I'm envisioning some sort of disco-clad stalker sneaking around my house when I'm not home... and I'm scared.
So, life at the moment? Very different. I'm not sure what it's all heading toward but for now, I'm not complaining. I'm doing a lot of things I've never done before. Dancing, for example. At G. Perhaps I am acting like a tourist (=P) but that's sheltered old me. I'm just going with it all and hoping it doesn't end up in a burning pile of flaming debris.
Turns out holidays aren't as bad as I thought.
The world is pretty fucked up, though, when people see that as strange. I don't want to feel weird or like I'm being childish for being happy. I enjoy as much as I can of my life and I don't want to be labelled as something that is odd because I'm not cynical and/or jaded.
I guess labels are an issue for me. .
I've been on a bit of a kick today. I'm starting to recover my motivation for actually doing stuff again. I've had enough of letting crap pile up around me just because I've only got myself to worry about. It's time I got up off my arse and got myself organised again. Good feeling.
In other equally-exciting news, tonight is the Parkhill Christmas get-together. I can't flippin' wait. It's been so, so long since we got together as a group... stupid life stuff getting in the way. It sucks -- a lot -- but it'll be brilliant to have such awesome people together again. Leesh's presence will be sorely missed, though =( I'm envisioning mucho catching up, very little actual movie-watching and hopefully pizza. Pizza would be a definite plus.
Sidenote: I keep finding all of these small, circular pieces of reflective material around my house. Little mirror-like disks, only a few millimetres wide. I just found another sitting on my big toe. What the hell, man? I can honestly think of no reason I keep finding them or where they are coming from. Except now I'm envisioning some sort of disco-clad stalker sneaking around my house when I'm not home... and I'm scared.
So, life at the moment? Very different. I'm not sure what it's all heading toward but for now, I'm not complaining. I'm doing a lot of things I've never done before. Dancing, for example. At G. Perhaps I am acting like a tourist (=P) but that's sheltered old me. I'm just going with it all and hoping it doesn't end up in a burning pile of flaming debris.
Turns out holidays aren't as bad as I thought.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)