So it turns out that jogging does little to relieve intense frustration.
Sometimes, I dislike what people are. I don't understand why we can't just accept people for who they are and move on.
Hmm.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
...in a haze, in a stormy haze...
Yesterday, I had a brilliant moment of clarity. I was laying on the beach, the sun was shining without a single cloud in the sky, my belly was all full-up with hot chips + tomato sauce, I was laying next to my gorgeous boyfriend... and things just seemed to spill over with awesome. You know those moments where everything just seems completely brilliant and there isn't a single bad thing at the forefront of your mind?
On the down side, I have bright, bright red stripes on my lower back and neck. Apparently, applying sunscreen to someones back is a difficult task? Especially when they have 'neck rolls'? But I can't really complain, Mark ended up burnt too to I suck just as much at the application process. It's gonna be an interesting week or so, filled with flaking skin and hisses of pain.
The last of the free movie tickets was used up last night. It turns out that Benjamin Buttons wasn't what I'd built it up to be in my head. It could be that I hadn't gotten home until 3ish the night before and had gotten up at 730 -- I was repeatedly doing that thing where you drift off and your head drops, jolting you back into awake-ness -- or it could be that the movie was pretty damn boring and had very little storyline outside of the romance. Either way, I was disappointed. Plus, it was like 3 hours long. I need to have some serious commitment to a movie in order to stay that long.
Today I have to make annoying phone calls, switching names on contracts and addresses for the move. I probably won't though. I need a trip to the chemists to buy some sort of soothing/moisturising ointment and drop a couple of bags of clothes at a clothing bin. Other equally exciting things. Fuck, I miss uni.
On the down side, I have bright, bright red stripes on my lower back and neck. Apparently, applying sunscreen to someones back is a difficult task? Especially when they have 'neck rolls'? But I can't really complain, Mark ended up burnt too to I suck just as much at the application process. It's gonna be an interesting week or so, filled with flaking skin and hisses of pain.
The last of the free movie tickets was used up last night. It turns out that Benjamin Buttons wasn't what I'd built it up to be in my head. It could be that I hadn't gotten home until 3ish the night before and had gotten up at 730 -- I was repeatedly doing that thing where you drift off and your head drops, jolting you back into awake-ness -- or it could be that the movie was pretty damn boring and had very little storyline outside of the romance. Either way, I was disappointed. Plus, it was like 3 hours long. I need to have some serious commitment to a movie in order to stay that long.
Today I have to make annoying phone calls, switching names on contracts and addresses for the move. I probably won't though. I need a trip to the chemists to buy some sort of soothing/moisturising ointment and drop a couple of bags of clothes at a clothing bin. Other equally exciting things. Fuck, I miss uni.
Friday, January 9, 2009
House-y things.
The guy nextdoor has expressed an interest in taking my room. Which would save me having to pawn off James' things to pay for breaking the lease. Not that the thought of doing so bothers me, but if I don't have to sell them, then I get to continue owning a PS2! He lives with his grandparents. I guess this way he gets some independence but not too much; he can still scuttle off next door for food and nanna-cuddles. Let's hope he decides to go for it.
In other news, I used my expensive new cutlery for the first time last night. It was very satisfying. I felt fancier just eating my sorbet (well, not my sorbet...) and holding my pinkie out (I didn't really do that...)
My room is almost sorted. For the first time in... well pretty much ever, I have only one load of washing left to do! I'm all caught up! I'm just about ready to move my shit over to the Connors Estate. He's gonna love me invading his beachy house with all my nerdy paraphernalia, I can tell already. A Tardis on the kitchen bench, sci-fi DVDs scattered around the lounge room, Batman Lego in the shower (...just cos it needs somewhere to go?). I'm not sure he knows what he's gotten himself into here.
Wholey shit, I just realised it's Friday! This means that tonight I'm going to go see Lisa Mitchell (who you may remember as my future wife that my lame friends prevented me from seeing months ago) and Whitley who apparently "exudes charm and wit". I've only heard a bit of his stuff -- mostly cos his album is all the way down in the car and I'm far too lazy/forgetful to retrieve it whenever I think to listen to it.
I have to find something to wear that will make Lisa fall head over heels for me and start singing directly to me...
In other news, I used my expensive new cutlery for the first time last night. It was very satisfying. I felt fancier just eating my sorbet (well, not my sorbet...) and holding my pinkie out (I didn't really do that...)
My room is almost sorted. For the first time in... well pretty much ever, I have only one load of washing left to do! I'm all caught up! I'm just about ready to move my shit over to the Connors Estate. He's gonna love me invading his beachy house with all my nerdy paraphernalia, I can tell already. A Tardis on the kitchen bench, sci-fi DVDs scattered around the lounge room, Batman Lego in the shower (...just cos it needs somewhere to go?). I'm not sure he knows what he's gotten himself into here.
Wholey shit, I just realised it's Friday! This means that tonight I'm going to go see Lisa Mitchell (who you may remember as my future wife that my lame friends prevented me from seeing months ago) and Whitley who apparently "exudes charm and wit". I've only heard a bit of his stuff -- mostly cos his album is all the way down in the car and I'm far too lazy/forgetful to retrieve it whenever I think to listen to it.
I have to find something to wear that will make Lisa fall head over heels for me and start singing directly to me...
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Busy busy.
2009. Jesu. Where the fuck did '08 go, honestly?
I was gonna do a recap of '08 and talk about some of the memorable things from it, but it can be summed up like this:
Highlights of 2008:
Parkhill
Music festivals
Hanging with Mike
Getting back to Uni
Buffy Season 8
Markus. Definitely Markus.
Lowlights:
James
In more exciting news, I've just gotten back from Sydney after a week there. Brilliant holiday. I've only ever seen the crazy, business side of Sydney, with its masses of people and blaring horns and Opera Houses. This holiday was so much more relaxed.
Let's see, what did I do?
I went to Manly beach. Packed, man, it was crazy-busy. But you kinda forget about all of the people when you're with fantastic company, eating peanuts (hmm) and chilli Shapes. There was a ferry and there was sunbaking and fountains and then -- here comes the best part -- a big-arse ice cream. Oh! And a girl playing chess on the streets for moneys. Let's not forget that I actually went in the water. Yes, it was for about five minutes total but hey! I've always hated the beach but I'm finally seeing the good side of it!
I finally got back to the zoo, too. It's been a few years and it's looking pretty different but again, the awesome company made the day. I flashed the Harbour, banged my knee on a ferry, ate nachos, saw a baby pig clean the water it was currently peeing in and watched some meerkats!
It was all pretty mundane stuff from anyone else's perspective, I suppose... but man, it was the best holiday I've had in a really, really long time. I got to spend time with/meet some brilliant people (Kate, Pete, Percy, Anna/Sam). And I ate a truckload of frozen beverages. Oh and I ate African! When I say ate, i mean everyone else pigged out while I looked terrified and ate only cous cous. Yes, my horizons are ever-expanding lately but I guess they have certain limits.
And of course, Mark was there. Man, what can I say about him? He's incredibly awesome to hang around with. He's quickly becoming one of my best mates. Which is good, I suppose, if we're going to be living together within the month. Hmm. More on Mr Connors elsewhere, methinks.
Fuck this temperature off. I should be at the beach. Why do my friends all have jobs and/or dislike the beach? I should be there right now, enjoying the freezing cold water and blinding tourists with my pasty body!
I should be cleaning. It's my goal to have my room ready by the end of the week.
Yeah, right.
I was gonna do a recap of '08 and talk about some of the memorable things from it, but it can be summed up like this:
Highlights of 2008:
Parkhill
Music festivals
Hanging with Mike
Getting back to Uni
Buffy Season 8
Markus. Definitely Markus.
Lowlights:
James
In more exciting news, I've just gotten back from Sydney after a week there. Brilliant holiday. I've only ever seen the crazy, business side of Sydney, with its masses of people and blaring horns and Opera Houses. This holiday was so much more relaxed.
Let's see, what did I do?
I went to Manly beach. Packed, man, it was crazy-busy. But you kinda forget about all of the people when you're with fantastic company, eating peanuts (hmm) and chilli Shapes. There was a ferry and there was sunbaking and fountains and then -- here comes the best part -- a big-arse ice cream. Oh! And a girl playing chess on the streets for moneys. Let's not forget that I actually went in the water. Yes, it was for about five minutes total but hey! I've always hated the beach but I'm finally seeing the good side of it!
I finally got back to the zoo, too. It's been a few years and it's looking pretty different but again, the awesome company made the day. I flashed the Harbour, banged my knee on a ferry, ate nachos, saw a baby pig clean the water it was currently peeing in and watched some meerkats!
It was all pretty mundane stuff from anyone else's perspective, I suppose... but man, it was the best holiday I've had in a really, really long time. I got to spend time with/meet some brilliant people (Kate, Pete, Percy, Anna/Sam). And I ate a truckload of frozen beverages. Oh and I ate African! When I say ate, i mean everyone else pigged out while I looked terrified and ate only cous cous. Yes, my horizons are ever-expanding lately but I guess they have certain limits.
And of course, Mark was there. Man, what can I say about him? He's incredibly awesome to hang around with. He's quickly becoming one of my best mates. Which is good, I suppose, if we're going to be living together within the month. Hmm. More on Mr Connors elsewhere, methinks.
Fuck this temperature off. I should be at the beach. Why do my friends all have jobs and/or dislike the beach? I should be there right now, enjoying the freezing cold water and blinding tourists with my pasty body!
I should be cleaning. It's my goal to have my room ready by the end of the week.
Yeah, right.
Friday, December 26, 2008
Grinch-y rant.
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.
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.
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...
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