Time Flies When You're Having Fun

There are certain times in the year when I wouldn't want to live anywhere else in the world, and now is one of those times.

The lease on our unit down the coast is about to run out, I think that we've got another three or so weeks to go, so I've been trying to make the most of it. I was down there on the weekend, and I went down again on Monday night so that I could be down there for ANZAC Day. It was a great time, the surf has been pretty big lately which is great as it's a little scary at times. On Saturday I went out for a swim and made it out past the break. It was about 50 metres out and I couldn't touch the bottom anymore, but I wasn't too worried. There was this old guy out there with me and he was giving me a few tips about the currents and waves. The old dude was even hopping on a few waves to go for a ride, but he warned me against going straight down the face because you'll end up face first in the sand pretty quickly. I listened to this guy's warnings and just swam about floating over the little waves and ducking under the big ones.

I was lost in my own little world for a little bit, not really paying attention to anything in particular, not checking to see whether I was still between the flags or not, when it became obvious to me that the old dude wasn't really swimming near me anymore. I had a look for him, looking in the peaks and troughs of the waves trying to find him. I did find him, he was where I'd left him. I'd been sucked another 50 metres out to sea. Uh oh.

Now, the surf was pretty rough, and the waves were pretty big. I'm a reasonably confidant swimmer, and am reasonably confidant in the surf, but I had one of those moments where you think to yourself, "Am I good enough to get back in from here? Am I going to be able to make it back in by myself? Do I need to wave my arm around and try to attract the attention of the lifesavers? Could this be it?" It was awesome. I haven't been a little bit scared in the surf for a while, and it's really quite exciting. I ended up backing myself and making it into the shore in one piece, but I managed to scare myself shitless in the process.

The rest of the weekend was pretty tame by comparison. I had sushi train. I drank some beer. I had a nice omelette. I visited the hospital. I went walking in Manly. I ate at the Himalayan Cafe. On Saturday, though, I felt alive.

Monday was a pretty ace day too. Knowing that there was only a few hours until another day off Monday extremely relaxing. Kapila, a lady I work with, returned from her trip to New York where she was trying to save the world with her Guru. After work finished I went up to the hospital again and Tim was up there. It was decided that we'd go to the beach together in Tim's flash new car. So we did.

Once we were down the coast we stocked up on supplies as everything would be shut for ANZAC Day. We then had some more Sushi Train. It was awesome. The coast is inhabited by some strange people though. Tim kept getting death stares from one guy, Tim thought it was because he kept looking at the dude's wife. Oh well.

We woke up yesterday morning to another beautiful Queensland day. Tim and I walked up the beach to Burleigh and went for a swim there. The waves weren't as big as on Saturday, but there was more shape to them. I had a great time in the water. It was really excellent. I got churned up in the washing machine a couple of times, but I like that. Tim got churned up a few times too, but I don't think he was as keen on it. His boardies didn't have a draw string, so he may have exposed himself once or twice. Whoops!

After the swim and the walk Tim and I cooked up a huge meal on the roof of the apartment. There was a whole lot of food. 2 steaks. 2 sausages. 2 eggs. 1 tomato. A whole heap of mushrooms and onion each. There was also a lovely salad. And a few beers to help get it all down. It was fantastic. After lunch was over though it was time for a nap and then time to come back up to Brisbane. Still, it was a great time.

Chelsea Buns and Tea

That's what I had for afternoon tea this afternoon, and it has been immensely enjoyable. The lady behind the counter at the bakery in the afternoons makes me laugh. I think that I make her laugh too, although I don't know why she thinks I'm funny.

Something that I thought was kind of funny today was the way that I got dressed this morning. Nobody noticed all day, not even I did. It took until 3 o'clock this afternoon for me to look in the mirror and realise that I'd had my shirt on inside out for approximately 7 hours. Tags out, buttons in. Whoops.

My sister just called my brother a retard. He was making fun of her because he saw her out on the town last night. Apparently she'd had 12 basics. Whoops.

I'm not too sure what's going down this weekend. Maybe me. To the coast that is. I was thinking that it should be nice down there, and the weather should be great, and I've only got a few opportunities left to stay there. So basically, I'm a going.

I guess I'm sort of skirting around the issue here at the moment. I could write about what I was thinking about last night, but then again I don't really want to. It's much easier to pretend that things aren't really there sometimes.

I didn't get to go to a buffet the other night, which was a bummer. We did pick up a massive pizza though and I demolished a fair bit of it, so that was cool. It was an orgy.

It's kind of hot in this room at the moment, so I'm outta here. I'm about to battle across the city in peak hour, so wish me luck.

You Deserve It!

First day back at school today for all the kids, meaning that they were a curious combination of pumped excitement and also tired out after a long day in class. Made this afternoon feel really long, especially as Kapila (the lady I normally do after school care with) is over in New York trying to save the world. Only two more days to go without her though, so that's pretty neat.

Today was pretty interesting really. Quite a bit happened, but I can't recall all of it. It started off really well. Actually that might have been more last night, but still it carried over to this morning. I was definately in a good mood, so I was more than happy to talk to the people that wanted to talk to me. I was also happy to find that zucchini is spelt with an h. Someone tried to tell me the other day that it doesn't have an h, but I knew that was wrong.

One of the other things that happened today was a mother of one of the children came in to do some baking. She made cup cakes, and mine had blue icing. It was delicious. Light, fluffy and still hot out of the oven. The amount of cake I eat at work probably isn't healthy, but it sure is good.

Another great thing that happened at work is that the girl who I covered for on Friday brought me in a beer and a chocolate bar. The beer is one that I haven't heard of before and definately one that I haven't seen before because it has a most distinctive bottle. It's pretty nifty, but the best thing is that the beer inside tastes good too.

I spoke to the father of the little girl who has leukemia this afternoon. He told me a little bit about what's going on and it was good to talk to him. It can be startling how quickly your life can change. He was saying how 6 weeks ago he had absolutely no idea about white blood cell counts and all those other fucking statistics that come with cancer. Now, unfortunately, he knows all about them. Still, apparently the treatment is working, although it's still early days yet.

In the Yellow Room we've got a new little girl whose father is away at the moment. He's a band manager, and is touring the States at the moment with his band. Apparently he's going to be there for the next couple of months. The band? Wolfmother. I thought that that was pretty exciting, although I don't really know why. It's not a serious claim to fame, having the daughter of the manager of a rock band at your centre, but I thought it was cool. I think that that might be too tenuous a relationship to hit him up for free tickets though.

In less cool news, my mum is in hospital at the moment. She should be out for the weekend, which is lucky cause I've got a heap of cleaning for her to do.

In slightly more cool news I think that I'm going to an all you can eat buffet after visiting the hospital. To reword Peaches: I'm going to eat the pain away. Not really, although I am a little worried about my waistline now that swimming has stopped.

Overdrive

You know what? I think that this has been one of the best Easter's ever. I've had a really fucking good time all weekend. Sure, I drove about 800 kilometres which was a tad tedious, but everything else has been totally cool.

I think that perhaps the weather had something to do with it. I seem to recall that it's been raining the past few years, I remember it was always raining whenever I went up to Noosa with Brooke. This weekend has been fantastic though. Warm days, cooler nights. It's really been tops.

Yesterday was the great day that I hoped it would be. I had an excellent night's sleep at Josh's place and in the morning I read for a couple of hours. The book is Jarhead and it is proving to be an enjoyable read. After that I headed upstairs and spoke to Dave and his parents for a little while, I watched Dave cook up his breakfast of Spam and Eggs. Dave's dad had brought the Spam up for him, apparently Dave likes the stuff but feels a sense of shame when he buys it down at the grocery store.

After that I headed up to the markets that were happening in Caloundra. There was a stack of people up there, but I managed to find a cafe where I could have some breakfast and watch the passing parade of people. The breakfast wasn't too bad either.

After this I browsed the stalls for an hour or so, and there was the usual collection of crap that looks kind of cool but isn't really worth having. One thing was a big wooden mallet with Mood Adjuster written on it. I heard 3 people comment on it, saying things like, "I could have used that yesterday," or, "That's what Darren needs." None of them bought one though.

I did pick up some items from the markets. I bought a bag of avocados from some hippy lady. I also bought some olives from another dude. And finally I bought a ring type thing for me to stick through my chest. It's a pretty evil looking thing, it's black and shaped like a horseshoe with two big spikes on the end of it. It hurt like a bitch to put in, it even bled a little.

After that I drove around for a while trying to find Tim's place. I eventually got there, but Tim wasn't there yet. Dan Horn was though so we passed the time together. Tim got there after a little while with Dave Hoare, Jimmy Wilson and Michael Davis in the car with him. I'm pretty sure that they would have scared a few people on the highway. Once Tim arrived preparations were made for the barbecue and for the afternoon of drinking. And then we got into it.

The barbecue was great. The beer was cold. The sun was bright. The breeeze was cool. The afternoon passed quickly.

And then it was night time. And things were kicked up a gear. Josh arrived and we drank more and more booze. A bit of shit was spoken and some cards were played. Sandy dropped by for a little while. People started to turn in for the night. The last two up were Josh and Tim, this could be because they both spewed. They also did something unmentionable with a vodka bottle apparently.

I woke this morning feeling fresh. A little too fresh actually. I decided to strike while the iron is hot and make my move. I said my goodbyes and jumped into the car and came home. The drive wasn't too bad, although I did start to feel seedy pretty much straight away. I made a pitstop for some breakfast and then completed my journey.

It's been a great few days, a nice break. I've still got the whole day ahead of me today so I'll try and do something worthwhile.

Take Two

This is my second shot at getting this down, so we'll see how we go this time around. There is no chance that it's going to be as detailed as it was the first time, and I'm not even going to try and make it as good. I am lazy, and it sucks. I am also pretty tired, and this is making me slightly cranky and sucky.

I started off with saying how my Thursday was almost a fantastic day. I almost finished work at 2:30 and was going to have had a wonderful afternoon preparing myself at a leisurely pace for the weekend. Unfortunately it didn't go according to plan and I ended up getting stuck at work for an extra four hours because of what could have been a medical emergency. I did the right thing, and nice guys finish last. Whatever.

Also I was midway through bitching about how I had to drop my brother off somewhere and getting Red Rooster when I realised that he'd left his wallet in the car forcing me to drive back to where he was. Again nice guys finish last. Whatever.

I'll pick up where I left off, and where things started picking up for me too. I was packing my bags as I was heading up to central Queensland for part of the Easter long weekend. I was heading up to a place called Woodgate for Good Friday and Easter Saturday. Woodgate is a place about a half hour east of Childers. The reason for my trip up there is because I have made a new friend, and I quite like her. Her name is Ria, and I think she's okay. She's from Rockhampton, and her family had rented a house at Woodgate for the holiday, and I'd been invited up there to hang out. I'd agreed to the invitation and so was headed north to get some sunshine and good times at the beach.

I spent the night with Ria so we could get an early start on the road and hopefully beat some of the traffic. We'd aimed for a 7 o'clock start, and we almost made it. Something suddenly came up though, but this wasn't unfortunate. Woodgate is about a 4 and a half hour drive from Brisbane and it was good times out there on the open road. We managed to beat alot of the traffic and I made sure that the speedometre didn't go above the limit so that we didn't have any troubles from the boys in blue, as they were certainly out in force. The trip up was quite nice, it went pretty quickly and there wasn't too many hold ups. Just outside Gympie there was a bit of a slow passage, but that was due to a very annoying set of lights. We broke the trip up and made a couple of short stops because Tired Drivers Die, but made good time. In the end we made it to Woodgate just after midday.

Woodgate is a beautiful part of world, clear turquoise water. Calm beaches, soft golden sand, terrific shells. Not too crowded, a real family sort of place. The house we were staying in was opposite the beach and had a wonderful breeze blowing through it. It really was extremely relaxing. I was kind of packing shit meeting Ria's family, but I figured that I'm okay in most circumstances and as long as I behaved myself they'd think I was okay. Thankfully, I was able to behave myself and apparently they think I'm okay. This is good news.

Once we arrived at Woodgate it was time to meet the family, have a bit of a swim and play a game of French cricket. It was a lovely afternoon, and I don't know what I was worried about on the trip up. I guess it was just fear of the unknown and also a hope to make the right sort of impression. It was nice to be in a place where the people are obviously comfortable with one another and also eager to make the most of a holiday.

We had a lovely meal of seafood the night of Good Friday with excellent prawns which were sweet and juicy and huge mud crabs with claws full of succulent flesh. It really was a fantastic way to cap off a day which had been extremely pleasant. Cold beers, fresh seafood, cool breezes, good company and a full moon looming large over the proceedings. It was a bonza day and I could not have hoped for a better day.

Actually, the only downer of the day was when the steel bar through my nipple fell out whilst I was swimming. That's pretty minor though.

This morning was also wonderful. The sun woke me as it crept over the horizon, filling the room with it's light. A cup of tea and a breakfast of ham and eggs followed. No, they weren't green eggs. After this I went for a walk along the beach, looking at shells and discarded prawns heads. We found a crab that had been dismembered and it's shell picked clean. Also someone's fort which we destroyed. I bought a hat to keep the sun from burning my sensitive skin and we generally enjoyed the surroundings. Upon our return to the house Ria and I went for a swim which was even better than the day before and then air dried talking on the beach.

After the walk and swim we retired to the house and I played some cards with younger dudes and read some articles in a magazine. Then it was time for lunch.

For lunch it was decided that we'd make our way up to one of the only two businesses in Woodgate, the General Store. The only other business is, of course, the pub. The General Store is the place I bought my hat. They also sell hamburgers. So I bought one. And it was great. The works burger had a pattie. Cheese. Onion. Lettuce. Sauce. Beetroot. Tomato. Bacon. Egg. There could have been some other stuff on there, but I didn't have time to examine it too closely because it disappeared extremely quickly. The General Store also made a mean lime milkshake.

Unfortunately after lunch it was time for me to leave Woodgate. If ever anyone is in the area, I highly reccommend a detour down to the coast. It's a part of Australia that will forever be unique to here. It's a place where you can wet a line, launch a boat, have a swim, sink a beer, make a sandcastle, lay on the sand or gaze at the horizon and wonder what is beyond it.

So I was back on the open highway. I bought some shitty food and some shittier sunglasses. On the way I was attempting to find out where I would be sleeping that night. I'd had some plans, but I hadn't really told anyone about them, so that makes it kind of tough for people to be accomodating. I made a few phone calls, sent a few messages and hoped that by the time I arrived at my destination things would be sorted. And wouldn't you know it? Things have turned out okay.

I'm now at Joshua's laptop typing away frantically, trying to get this out before I pass out from a combination of exhaustion and beer. My trip back was a whole lot longer than the trip up, and I put that down to being alone on the way back. And being more tired.

Tomorrow is another day, and a day that I am looking forward to. Tomorrow is going to be a good day. I know it now. All of the essential ingredients are there. I think that things could get a little loose. I have a feeling that once the sun goes down everything will be kicked into overdrive. I don't fear it.

Idle Hands

I think that it was the beautiful weather that we experienced again that was the cause. The effect? I was seriously fucking bored at work today. It was really horrible. I kept looking out the window all day. Walking around, making endless cups of tea. Talking to no-one in particular. Trying to pay my phone bill. Hoping that someone will walk through the door to make the time pass a bit quicker. And that was just in the morning. I think that I'd completed everything that I wanted to do by about 10 o'clock. After that there was nothing.

I stalked the hallways for a while. Cleaned up a little bit of graffiti on our sign. Made a robotic dancing chicken dance. 10 times. I just wanted to be outside. I wanted to be at the beach. Or in a park. Or having lunch somewhere. Or getting drunk in a beergarden. Or even driving around in a truck or something. Feeling the wind in my hair and the sun on my skin. I wanted to do something. But I couldn't. So I was really fucking bored.

I was so bored that I did something I really regret. I found a packet of balloons, so I blew one of them up. It was quite a large balloon, and I blew it up until I couldn't blow any further. This made me a little light headed and short of breath, it also left me with a huge balloon in my hand. What do you do with a balloon when you're bored? Well, first I batted it around with my hand. Then I headbutted it up into the air. Then I passed it back and forth. Then I ran my hands over it stretching the rubber out and making a fairly annoying noise. This kept me entertained for approximately a minute. Then I looked around to see what else I could find. And what did I find in my noticeboard? A pin. Uh oh.

So I did what I had to do, I blew the balloon up. It made a huge noise on account of it being such a massive balloon. It echoed up and down the corridors because I was inside. It was really loud. So loud in fact that a whole class of kids came out to see what the big bang was. One of the staff members even jumped for cover. I thought that this was pretty fun, and I thought that I'd have to do it again.

So I blew up another balloon. It was just as large as the first. The skin of the balloon was as taut. The pin was still sharp. I took this second balloon out into the front playground where the younger children are. On my way I wondered aloud how many children I could make cry with my big balloon.

Once outside I stood there to get a couple of kids attention. Then I held the balloon aloft with one hand. Next I brought the hand holding the pin in a great arc up to the balloon. Bang.

3 kids started screaming. Apparently one of the little tykes has a phobia of balloons. He screamed for about half an hour. I felt really bad. I don't think that he'll say hello to me in the morning.

Call Me An Ambulance!

Wasn't the weather today beautiful? The sun was shining, the birds were singing, the bees were buzzing, fluffy white clouds rolling through the sky, a breeze shaking the leaves in the trees. It was really very nice. And it sucks that I was stuck at work for most of it. It wasn't all bad, I mean I did manage to get a fair bit of work done which is always nice. And I think that I'm basically back on top of where I have to be. Plus I left at 3.

When I left at 3 I thought that I'd go and see what was happening with the girl. I thought perhaps she might like to go and hang out in a park or something like that. Luckily she wasn't too interested in that.

This evening I went had a hot drink with a friend of mine. 3 years ago she was in the middle of a very tight group of friends. These girls would all do things together, every week. Even six months ago this was still the case. 2006 has been a year of re-invention for alot of them though, leaving this one all alone here in Brisbane. Even her boyfriend has left town. She hasn't let it get her down though. And she had quite a few interesting stories to tell me that I'm surprised I haven't heard before. Uh oh!

I'm going to trim my beard up tomorrow. I'm kind of looking forward to it. It's getting too much red in it again. I'm also concerned with the number of white hairs that are coming through...

Tomorrow night is pretty much my last opportunity to go swimming for the summer. I didn't get down there tonight which was a shame, but not really. I still don't have a replacement activity lined up. I just need something that will take me about an hour and will get a bit of a sweat going. I did receive some information today about kilojoules and how different activites burn different amounts. Apparently getting someone else to wash and iron your clothes doesn't burn any. Who'd have thought?

Whoops A Daisy

Considering what a mess I was yesterday I was pretty lucky hangover wise. No serious headaches, no nausea, an ability to eat and finally not being too tired was great. I'm not sure what it was that would have helped me in this regard. I don't know if I had something to eat on the way home, or whether I had a big drink of water to try and limit the dehydration. I think the fact that I still felt kind of drunk at 3 in the afternoon probably helped.

I was able to track down my phone, I'd left it in someone else's pocket. Not sure why. I also found out the movements of the Hulk. He decided to walk home from West End to the Apollo Ferry in Bulimba. He called his girlfriend on the way, saying he was on his way home. When he hadn't arrived an hour later she started to become concerned. Tony informed me that I caught a cab with him home. He said that there was a girl in it with us, and he was hoping that I'd be able to tell her who she was. I can't. He also told me that we found it quite difficult to get a cab on Boundary st. Apparently in order to get one we had to stand in the middle of the road and hail them down. Or maybe we didn't have to, but it was what we did anyway.

The first thing I can remember clearly is Sunday morning. My parents had just arrived home, and they found me standing naked on the balcony. They weren't especially impressed, I'm not too sure what I was doing out there, tackle in hand, but it's the first thing I remember.

I found the clothes I was wearing that night this morning. The shirt had half a tree attached to it. The pants had some grass stains. This fits well with the cuts and grazes that I've got. I've got this nasty bruise on my bum, it's coming up a lovely colour purple. It's painful to touch, but I don't knock it that often, the carpet burn on my elbow is more annoying. As is the cut on my left wrist.

So, yeah, I was pretty fucking boozed. I don't really regret it either. I didn't do anything too dumb. Apparently I was talking a bit of shit and trying to kiss dudes, but that's just like every other day.

Thankfully yesterday wasn't a complete write off. I picked up my phone. Hung out with the girl. Had a huge meal down in West End at that Greek place. Ouzeri. It was fun. I'm pretty sure the extra sleep helped alot.

So Fearless

Far out. I got really fucking drunk last night. Stupidly drunk. Obscenely drunk. It's now 1 o'clock on Sunday and I still feel drunk. It was too much.

I've just found my wallet, and for some unknown reason I've pulled the cards out of it. It was lying here next to the computer, and now I'm worried that I've bought something over the internet late at night. I have no idea what it could be.

I've got several carpet burns. I can remember being unable to stand up. I was that fucking drunk. It's terrible.

Unfortunately I seem to have misplaced my phone. I can vaguely recall attempting to put a hold on all outgoing calls last night, but I don't think that I was able to. I think that I was probably slurring my words too much. Dear oh dear oh dear.

I really don't know what happened. I mean, I kind of felt like getting pretty wasted. But you never feel like getting as out of control as I was last night. I was pretty bad. I think that towards the end I was getting Jaegerbombs just so I wouldn't fall asleep, and that's never a good thing.

I think that not having to eat for lunch and dinner yesterday probably didn't help my cause. I'm not too sure if I had something on the way home. To tell you the truth I have absolutely no idea what I got up to in the late stages of the evening. I'm pretty sure I was a mess.

Now it's past midday on Sunday and I still feel drunk and I don't know what I'm going to do. I've got a bit of a plan, and I'll lay it out now, because a plan is just a thought until it's in writing. I'm going to have a shower. I'm going to have something to eat. I'm going to try and feel less out of it. I want to go and get my phone from Tony, apparently it was in his pocket. This will involve driving though, and I don't think that I'm ready for that yet. I want to talk to Ria. We're going to go on a bit of a boat ride this afternoon. I don't think that I'm going to get as drunk as I was last night for quite some time. I don't know what was wrong. There must be something that is upsetting me.

Hello Vera

I'm sitting here enjoying a cup of tea and a piece of pavlova. It's all very nice. The pavlova is from the Cheesecake Shop, and I've found their pavlovas to be of a consistently high quality. Light, airy and also a little creamy with some nice fruits on top to give it a little more flavour. Mmm. The cup of tea that I have complements it well.

Work these past few days has been pretty standard. I went up to the school today to pick up one of my prep kids and it still surprises me as to how good some of those little devils are on the monkey bars. It always seems to be the girls too, the boys just can't seem to get the hang of it. Maybe it's got something to do with rhythm.

Speaking of rhythm my brother Dirty Dave is off to see Pendulum this Friday night. It's on at the Arena, going from 9 til 5. Pendulum are being supported by Shredlock, Vinyl Slingers and the Rude Bwoyz amongst others. It's going to be a big night for drum and bass. I think that there might be some people there on drugs. I think that Dave might be out of his element a bit. It'll be a rocking night though, hopefully not too hot, although is it ever cool in that sweatpit they call the Arena?

I went to Coles yesterday and bought $60 worth of chocolate. Alot of that was cooking chocolate. I think that it's gross. In fact, I would almost go so far as to say I don't like chocolate. That's kind of untrue, but I don't love it as much as a lot of other people do. I just don't go in for it all that much. Jelly lollies like jubes and snakes and things..... I quite like those.

I didn't make it to swimming tonight. I didn't finish work until 5:45 and I couldn't be bothered. This means that this week I've only been down to the pool one night. Very poor. Next week is my last opportunity to get in there before it shuts down for the winter too. I'm going to need to find a replacement. What will I do? I really like swimming, maybe I'll see if I can go down to Chandler. Perhaps I could join Living Well for six months. Maybe I'll start getting into amphetamines. Or maybe not.

Tomorrow is a bit of a big day down at the centre. We're having a post-Commonwealth Games sports day. It's on at ten. And the directors going to a conference so I'm organising it. It's going to be shit. Well, maybe not, hopefully everyone will have a good time. Everyone who races is going to get a medal, so that's covered. I'm just not sure what types of races we'll have. Egg and spoon races? Sack races? Balloon between the knees races? Three legged races? Straight speed races? The grass is only about 15 metres long, and there is a big tree in the middle of it, so that can be an obstacle for them to dodge. I foresee tears. It should be a blast though, and it'll get the kids outside for a while.

That's about it for tonight. I'm going to try and get down to Yullah. If it's still open. I haven't had any shisha for some months now. Two apple rose, anybody?

Gold Lion

I'm not sure whether to mark today down as a win or not. It's been a close fought battle, but I've got a bad feeling that overall it has been a downer. That sucks.

The start of the day was pretty sweet. It left me a little drained, but pretty eager to take on the day. But then there was no bread to make toast for breakfast, so that sucks. Work in the morning wasn't too bad. I don't think that there were any real dramas. At lunch time I had to call it quits with a salesman who has been talking to me for a week. He's been offering me a position in a betting syndicate. Apparently they scour bookmakers worldwide to find overlaps. Situations where you can't lose. Sports Arbitrage it was called. I was kind of interested, but it was a seven and a half thousand dollar investment, and to tell you the truth it sounded kind of dodgy. The colour of the brochure they sent gave me a funny feeling. I actually really liked talking to Tim, he was an okay kind of guy, and he was certainly using all the sales tricks. Breaking up with him wasn't an easy thing to do, and he went down fighting, it was something that had to be done though. I almost hope that he calls back.

We baked some very nice biscuits for afternoon tea today. They were a fruit muesli biscuit. That's definately a win. Unfortunately I had only just finished eating one when I received a phone call from one of the fathers at the centre. His little girl has been diagnosed as having leukemia. This sucks bigtime. It certainly wasn't the easiest phonecall I've had to take, and I'm sure the father would have preferred if it was one that he didn't have to make. That's life though isn't it? I do think that leukemia is a bastard of a disease, the way that it affects those who are just starting out in life the majority of the time. Imagine having shite for blood? It sucks.

I went out to the museum later this afternoon. I've been working on the fellow behind the counter there for a couple of months. Trying to get him to talk to me. He looks like an interesting kind of dude. I imagine him to be a little bit awkward in the big bad world, but in his little niche, he is king. So finally today he told me what's been going on in his world recently. Apparently his mum tripped over a crate yesterday, detaching a large piece of flesh from her leg. It has been sewn back on with 30 stitches, and they just have to wait and see if it will get enough blood. He was also almost the victim of a car theft. He was at a petrol station paying for his gas when he saw someone making off in his vehicle. He watched them drive out and up the road, then stop and jump out. He says that changing out of second can be a bit tough. So that's not too bad. It doesn't suck too much. He finished by telling me about the computer that he's building. It sounds like a beast to my untrained ear. I'm pretty sure he was getting wood telling me about it. He's looking to playing Battlefield on it.

Tonight I disappointed myself. I arrived home a little late from the museum, but decided to go swimming anyway. On the drive over I changed my mind and came home. I am lame. I suck.

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Hey there! How's it going? Long time no see, huh? What's been going on? How have you been feeling? What's new? Have you been keeping out of mischief? No way! You didn't did you? As if... You did? Wow! That's amazing. Cool! Good on you! Well done. Okay then, well I'll see you soon, we'll have to catch up again. Yeah? Cool. No worries. Sure, sure. Give me a call.

I guess it's been a little while since my last post. At least it feels like a little while. I think that the last one was back there in March, and this is now April, so that's not all that long ago, but there's been a bit happening. I don't think that I'll be able to remember everything that's happened, so I won't try to. I'll just put in the parts that I know happened, I won't make any of this stuff up.

Ah, I know that I definately had a stupidly good steak the other night at the Story Bridge Hotel. It was amazing. Even though it was over a week ago, it's still making my mouth water. It wasn't just the meat, but what accompanied it as well. There was some mash, some mush. Mmmmm. Juicy.

That night I also managed to get pretty drunk, surprise surprise. I bumped into a father I know from the centre. He was on the prowl. He was also showing off his new purchase, a Porsche. He wasn't going to tell his recently separated wife about it, but I'm not sure how that went for him. He knew I was getting pretty drunk. Towards the end of the night I'm pretty sure I was starting to make less and less sense, but I wasn't concerned. I had big plans for when I got home that night, but then decided that discretion was the better part of valour, so I went to bed.

The next day was a bit of a shemozzle and I apologise to those out there who's feelings I hurt. Sorry. I'm not going to make any excuses because I am just lame sometimes.

That night I was back on track again, which was just as well because I had some things I needed to do. A friend of mine, Sarah, was back from the UK and Saturday night was the night to see her and her boyfriend, Simon, before they moved down to live in Melbourne. I went for dinner up at Sarah's house and had another beautiful steak with a fantastic fresh salad. This steak was terrific and thick and wonderful. I was pretty lucky with the steaks last weekend.

After dinner we headed into the Valley. We went to a bar I've been to a few times before, a bar that I don't particularly think is the greatest. I still don't think it's the greatest. Still, I had a good time there, a few drinks were drunk, a few faces I haven't seen for a while. A bit of running defense on the assault Simon was under for being the new boyfriend. I don't know if he my needed my help because he was doing a pretty good job by himself.

Towards the end of the night things went a little haywire. I think that I stayed out too late. I know I was doing some dumb stuff. Oh well. I guess I have an overinflated ego at times.

After I had gone to bed I said some pretty silly things. In the cold hard light of day they were a little bit funny, but mostly just embarassing.

Sunday I managed to get down the coast which was nice. I had a bit of a nap and a bit of a swim. That night I had a roast. It was also great. My run with nice dinners managed to continue all weekend.

This past week at work was fun I think. I dressed like a pirate one day. This consisted of wearing an eye patch. I also managed to have birthday cake on three different days, which is always nice.

I was questioned by the police the other night. There was an explosion near my house and I happened to be walking up to the service station when the 5-0 where scoping the neighborhood. I also had a Choc Macadamia Breaka which was great. I recommend one, although I don't know about having a second one.

I witnessed a flood last night. It wasn't an impressive sight, I was more disheartened by the destruction it caused, and it made me worry about how those whose lives had been affected would be able to retain a state of normalcy and how long that would take.

This week I was also beaten at ten pin bowling. By a girl. I wasn't very happy about this, and I refuse to go bowling with this person again. I will be going bare foot bowling tomorrow, and I'm hoping to regain a bit of respect there. My grandmother is a great bowler, and my grandad was a great bowler, so I'm hoping to be a natural.

I'm at the coast at the moment on my dad's laptop. I'm stealing internet from someone else in the building. Yea, I'm still a badass.