Kindly I Immediately

Okie dokes.

Yesterday it was ridiculously hot and humid. I know that tomorrow is the official start of summer, yesterday felt like a day in January though. It was pretty bad. And then we were rewarded with that pathetic amount of rain late in the afternoon. I have had bigger pisses. Oh well.

So while it was raining I was sitting with Ria on the back deck at her place. It was actually quite nice. We had an ice cream each. They were the new Paddle Pops, except they were more like Billabongs. They didn't have the classic Paddle Pop shape, and to tell you the truth, they were a bit crappy. I should have just gone with the classic banana, instead of breaking out and going for triple choc crunch and cosmic burst. Although the cosmic burst did pop in my mouth, like pop rocks. It was a little unnerving actually.

The sky was tempestuous last night. There was an ill wind blowing. We had a barbecue for dinner. Somebody put the wrong coleslaw on the table.

Last night I went and saw Borat's movie with Richard and his brother James. It was terrific. Fantastically offensive. I really enjoyed it. There were some scenes where I feared for Borat. I was worried that something horrible was to befall him. Thankfully he pulled through it all. I really liked how it offered some insights as to how other people think. People who often don't get a chance to make a statement. The silent majority. Ha ha.

The only downside was that we went to a 9:50 session. This isn't such a bad thing, but I've only ever seen one movie at that time before, and I'd forgotten how late that 9:50 really is.

I was woken by the dog this morning. He was licking my face. It was 8:30. I was running extremely late for work. I looked out the window and I couldn't believe what I saw. The sky was pus yellow in colour. A very sick colour. It didn't bode well. Especially considering how late it was.

In all though, today was a good day. Got a fair bit done. Didn't have to make anybody cry. Good times. Tonight we had tacos for dinner.

If you get a chance, you should listen to Billy Talent. I think that they are a good band.

Maiden Of Brisbane

The last few days have been really hot. Last night I was tossing and turning, unable to get to sleep. We had a little bit of rain, maybe ten minutes worth. It's not enough, and it just pushed the humidity higher.

So the Ashes on Saturday were a blast. I had a great time. Beers with mates in the sun at the cricket. I'm really glad that I was given the opportunity to get down there. The crowd was terrific, even with the fun police trying to keep things calm. It really was wonderful. And getting home was a breeze as well, which always caps off a good day/night.

Once I was at home I had a tin of soup, then a power nap. Unfortunately when I woke up from my power nap I was feeling decidedly groggy, really pretty terrible. I had a shower and munched some headache tablets then I was into the shirt and tie and over the bridge to Ascot for Deanna's birthday.

The birthday party was also a lot of fun. It was a cocktail party, and the house looked beautiful, as did the host. Tim also looked quite dashing in his suit. The family had put alot of effort into the party, with the brothers behind the bar mixing up a variety of drinks. I sampled one of each. Several of each actually.

The night progressed and I was doing pretty well. Or so I thought. Stuey said the next day that I was actually off with the fairies a bit, but I thought that I was okay. Who knows? I hope I didn't offend anyone, and I think that I might have just gotten a little bit carried away with conversation towards the end. It happens.

We headed into the Valley, and I know that I was drunk by this stage as I did some characteristic drunk things. You know, the usual. Asking people inappropriate questions, thinking about buying cigarettes, walking no-where in particular. I eventually headed for the cab rank at the casino, but was picked up by some kind souls on the way. I don't think that they knew what they were getting themselves into.

My night ended with the wonderful Ria letting me into her place, and me falling into a deep sleep.

Unfortunately I didn't sleep forever. I woke up and I wasn't feeling too crash hot. In fact, I didn't feel too crash hot for a large portion of the day. We went down the coast though and I felt better once I'd had a swim. It was good coast weather.

That's about it. I've run out of time.

I'm going to see Borat's movie tomorrow night, I can't wait.

Stu!

He's partying at Deanna's 21st. It's been great.

Richard!

At the Ashes! It's hot and sunny!

Timmy's Here!

He's printing up his speech for tonight.

What Does The Headless Horseman Ride?

A Night Mare.

That joke came from a Christmas bon-bon, so it didn't stand a chance of being anywhere near funny. I don't mind it though. But a joke doesn't have to be funny for me to like it. Zing!

There's a camera on my phone, and one of the options for the photos that you take is that you can blog them. I finally gave it a try the other day, and it worked! I couldn't believe how easy it was. Very simple. So now I guess I have an opportunity to make this a mobile instant photo blog, which is pretty neat. The first photo I took was of me reclining on my bed, but there was a little bit too much nipple involved, so I took it down. If I take any good ones I'll have to put em up. It's a little too easy.

I can see it now actually. It'll be night time, and I'll have been enjoying myself and some beverages when I'll have a brainwave. It won't be pretty. I apologise in advance.

I went to the Polo Club for a dinner last night. It was a wine makers dinner which is where they have a selection of wines and have someone come and talk about them. Last night we were enjoying Wolf Blass wines, but unfortunately Mr Blass couldn't be with us. Apparently he spends two weeks a year at a health farm in Germany. Helps keep him young. He sounds like an interesting guy. The dude that spoke instead, George his name was, did a great job. A few jokes, some interesting stories and knew a lot about their product. The food was terrific, and I was lucky enough to have Dad's steak again. It was great.

I've suprised myself a bit this week. I've been up before or at 6 o'clock quite a few days. It's given me a much longer morning, which has been very nice. Admittedly, I have been more tired in the evening, but that's not too unusual. It's been a pretty big week, and I think that I would actually have been further behind the 8 ball even if I had slept in til 8 everyday. At least this way I have plenty of time to think about what's coming up and what I need to get ready. Plus it's a lovely time of day the early morning. I get a feeling of possibility from it. I don't know if it's the lack of people around, the cooler air, the birds singing in the trees. It could be anything. It's nice though.

That's about it for now. I've had a pretty good week really. It's been a bit trying at some places. Work hasn't been the greatest place, everybody is over this year, and is ready for it to wind down. Unfortunately we've still got another 3 weeks or so before it starts to slow down.

I dropped a juicer yesterday. Fruit pulp went everywhere. It made a big mess.

I really liked my time in the surf boat. I've got a few nice blisters I can show off too. They make me look tough, but Ria reckons that I sound like a big wuss. Whatever.

Undulations

I've settled down a bit since I last posted. I managed to calm myself down after a couple of minutes. It was weird that I got that angry though. I'm normally a pretty calm guy, I think?

So my weekend was pretty quiet really. I was in a bit of a funny mood and I guess I was a bit anti-social. It's been like that the past couple of weeks, I guess I'm just being a bit weird at the moment. Or weirder than normal. I watched a bit of the The Usual Suspects at one point. It's a good movie.

On Sunday I went out for breakfast with my Dad, Aunt and Brother. I had a Mega Breakfast that included schnitzel and a curry pasta type thing. It hit the spot. I liked it. I left my bacon though.

After breakfast I did a bit of reading. I've been reading quite a lot in the past couple of weeks. I've knocked over quite a few books. This weekend I read My Friend Leonard, which James Frey's sequel to A Million Little Pieces. It was written in the same distinct style. I'd forgotten how annoying it could be. A good story though, but I don't know how much of it is true.

I also read some Camus. It was The Outsider. This was a great book. I highly reccommend it. It's only a couple of hundred pages long, but a very interesting story. It felt like one of those stories where there was a whole lot more unsaid than was actually said. It was fantastic. I could go on and on, but I won't. It's great though.

I did some gardening in the afternoon. I wonder how my garden will grow.

Later in the day, Dirty Dave asked me if I wanted to go and see A.F.I. I said that I did. So I went. The ticket that I was given wasn't with Dave and his mates, but that was okay with me, I was just stoked to be going. I hadn't been myself for the rest of the weekend, and maybe some loud music and a couple of beers was what I needed. So I went. I had a good time.

My brother Stuart has a pair of tight black jeans. These jeans are so tight that they are actually heavily elasticised. I thought that if I'm ever going to wear some tight black jeans out in public, then an A.F.I concert is probably the right time. I put them on, and I immediately felt like a daddy long legs spider. I felt like my legs came up to my armpits. I put on a shirt (a green one, because I couldn't bear to wear all black, sculled a beer, spoke to Ria and then I was in the cab.

We got to the show and there were lots of people there. Lots of people conirming their stereotype. It was fun just looking at all the people. Dudes with eyeliner, young girls in not much, lots of black, lots of tatts and piercings. It was great. I bought some more beers and then the support act started up, so I parted ways with Dave and his crew. I found my seat and it was in row E, so not too far back in the seated area, but it didn't take me long to realise that that wasn't where I wanted to be. So I left my seat, and went and bought a beer and thought about my options.

I don't know if the beer was starting to take hold, or if I was in the mood for a bit of an adventure, but the only thing that I could think of was jumping down into the standing area. So I went to the merch area and looked for a disguise. I thought that my green shirt was a bit too noticeable in the sea of black, and I wanted to have something that I could take off once I was in the mosh, so the security guards wouldn't recognise me. So I bought a red Bleeders shirt. I actually quite like it, even in the light of day. So I was ready to go. I went back into the seated area, and took down some mental notes on the security. There was only two to get past, but there was a couple in the walkway that I was going to jump down into. I had to wait for the lights to dim, and then for the bouncers to both look the other way, so I could leap down and make a dash for the safety of the mosh.

This is going to sound pretty bad, but thinking back on it is getting me excited again. I know that it's kind of lame, jumping the boundary at an A.F.I. concert, but I haven't really done anything like it before, or if I have, it's been a long time since I have. I've been pretty well behaved for a while. I know that I told just about every man and his dog about it the next day. I was talking to the people behind me at the show to see if they thought that I could make it. They didn't think that I could, but I think that they thought it would be funny to see me get kicked out.

So...

The lights dimmed. I waited a moment, saw the security guards looking in the other direction, then I vaulted myself over the barrier, and down the drop into the walkway. It was a lot further to the ground than I thought, and it took me a moment to regain my breath and balance. Once I had it back I ran straight for the crowd. I went straight through it over to the other side. I got there, took off my red shirt, left my green one on, and headed back into the mosh. I was so pumped that I couldn't really stand still, so I went over to where my brother was sitting and jumped around to get his attention. Then I passed him the red shirt and headed back into the crowd.

The show was pretty good, although instead of seeing A.F.I., they could really have called it the Davey Havok show. He was a great front man, and even with the bass player and guitarist running, strutting, jumping and convulsing, nobody's eyes ever really left the singer. They were all dressed in white, and Davey was kind of made up to look like Alex from A Clockwork Orange. It was a nice touch. The set was tight, they belted through all the hits from the last couple of albums and threw in some older hardcore stuff which was fun. At one point I went right up the front and it was just like the good old Churchie Disco with people falling all over the place and everyone jumping up and down and waving their hands above their heads. Good times.

That's about it really. The show finished, Davey did some crowdsurfing in encore, and then it was all over.

Afterwards, I bought a teriyaki chicken hero from a service station. It was nowhere near as good as the satay chicken one.

This morning I was back in a boat for the first time in a long time. I've got blisters on my hands and feet. My muscles in my shoulders are sore. My back is sore. I had to get up at 4 o'clock for a 4:30 start. I left half a pound of leg and pubic hairs that had been ripped out follicle and all on the seat. It was great. I really enjoyed it. My fitness wasn't as good as the other boys, but I really enjoyed being out on the water. Even when the guy behind me started farting.

I'm back out there again tomorrow morning, but that's it unfortunately. I'm going to see the doctor this afternoon.

Skully

It's amazing how sometimes everything can be going swimmingly well. Everything according to plan, getting things done, being on time doing what you've got to do, when all it takes is one inconsiderate sibling and all that goes down the gurgler. Fucking brothers can be irritating.

I'm sitting here having showered, shaved and dressed myself with some car keys in my hand ready to go. I have packed my bag, making sure that I have everything that I will need for the morning and my day at work. I'm ready to walk out the door, saying good bye to my dad, my brother and my brother's mates. I say good bye. David asks me where I'm going and which car I'm taking. This is fucking bullshit.

I can't believe that he would have the audacity to not even bother to ask if I would be using the car that evening. He just decided that it would be fine to get drunk with his mates and then get somebody to drive him in to town. I can't believe he didn't even ask. He can't even understand why I'm upset? I had my shit ready to go! I was out the door! It's only because I feel fucking guilty that I didn't leave. Why can't I just be a bastard for a change? This is seriously inconveniencing me. Fuck fuck fuck!

I don't even know why I'm getting so upset about this. I mean, it shouldn't be a big deal. 40 minutes round trip. Whatever. It's just that I was doing the right thing. I was getting to where I wanted to be, so I could spend time with who I wanted to be with. And now I won't be. And my brother doesn't even think that he's done anything wrong. He can go and fuck himself. I can't believe that he would be that inconsiderate.

His argument is that apparently it's not my car. This is true. It's not. And I'm more than happy for anybody else to drive it. The only times that I really need it are during work times, and I feel that I have been more than accomodating in the past. I don't think that I'm being unfair or unkind by requesting that somebody at least runs their plans for the white car past me. Especially on a school night. Dave can go and fuck himself.

That's it. I'm angry and I don't want to be. I'm over it now.

I'm eating lasagne for dinner tonight. It should be great. I'm looking forward to it, and I've been looking forward to it all day.

Ricochet

You know, I really wish that I had a great way of writing about the way that I've been feeling recently. How I haven't been thinking straight, how I've been feeling low and about not knowing what to do. I wish that I could write about what I've been thinking about and just my general lack of lust for life. But if I do that it will just end up being another boring, depressing post that makes no sense to you, and makes even less sense to me.

So the weekend has come and gone. I went down the coast on the Sunday afternoon. I got drunk and smoked cigarettes and ate hamburgers and stayed up late for no real reason. I fired off some text messages and listened to some music on my new iPod shuffle (which is pretty neat) and generally felt sorry for myself. I thought that it would be nice to go to sleep with the door to the balcony open so that I could hear the waves on the beach. This meant that I was also lucky enough to be able to hear the construction crews working on the neighboring high rise at 6:30 in the morning. Oh well, I guess you have to get up at some time.

I laid in bed for a while and read my book and smoked some more and killed some more time. I eventually gathered up the courage to put on my boardshorts and find my sunglasses so that I could venture out into the big bad world. I walked down to the beach and then headed north for a couple of kilometres. I walked past several sets of flags and lots of old people. I eventually found a stretch of patrolled sand that was to my liking and had a quick dip. The water was rough with a strong current, but it was refreshing. Once I'd had enough I gathered my things and returned back to the room in the hotel. Along the way I developed some chafe between my legs. It was painful.

Once back in the room I slept for a while, finished a book and hung out.

Eventually the sun went down and I waited for the phone call from Ria to say when she'd be down.

When the call came in I went and picked her up from the train station then we went over to the casino for dinner. It wasn't great. We took the monorail home. That wasn't as exciting as it sounds.

Today Ria and I slept in. Once we managed to rouse ourselves we rose and went and had some breakfast at a Deli in Broadbeach. It was very satisfying. I didn't eat my bacon, Ria didn't eat all of her sausage. Afterwards we took a short walk to the beach and then returned to the room. We packed our things away and then had a quick dip in the pool. There was an older lady there sun bathing without her top on. There were also some younger boys who should have been in school. I think that they were delinquents.

Eventually it was time for us to check out. So we did. Then we drove down to the border of New South Wales and Queensland. It was very windy. Ria cracked open a big Woody. She didn't drink much of it. We returned to Brisbane.

So that's just about it. Not too much has been going down. I did a lot of thinking while I was down the coast and now I hope that I've figured out some things about myself.

Never Ending Stream Of Fear

And it continues.

I was wondering today about grammar and spelling and things like that. I rarely read what I've typed down here before I post it up, and I don't know how I go with spelling and things like that. I saw the word whose today, and I thought to myself, "Robb, you haven't spelled that word out for a long time. It's been so long that you've probably been using the wrong who's and whose." Is there another one too? I don't know.

I think that I generally go okay though. Sometimes I get a bit carried away with commas, but that could be because I like run-on sentences, but I'm afraid of semi colons and the like. Lists and things like that scare me too. I have a book somewhere at home here called Style Guide. It was a reference book from when I was going to be an editor for 6 weeks back in 2002. Or was it 2003? Either way, it didn't happen.

So I'm talking about this boring bullshit, wasting time. I'm pretty annoyed with myself at the moment. I'm letting myself down, I'm letting Ria down, but I can't seem to stop. It's frustrating. I know what the right option is, but I'm cutting my nose off to spite my face. I've got to stop. I think that my Dad is doing the same thing as well. Just treading water. Neither sinking nor floating. I need to start moving forward again. How's that for mixing meanings and metaphors? Whatever.

I finished reading The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night. It was very enjoyable. It certainly didn't finish the way that I thought that it would after reading the first chapter. I also finished reading Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse. It was good, but I think that the message it was trying to preach is one that I'm pretty familiar with. I could be wrong though and might have missed the entire point of the book, that wouldn't surprise me. That's what happens when you take 5 months to read a book, putting it down for weeks at a time.

So basically I'm being a dick at the moment and wasting time and avoiding things. The only real plus to this is that I'm able to read a fair bit.

Did you know that Justin Hawkins has left the Darkness? He went to rehab and in there realised that he wouldn't be able to be in the band and be sober. Oh well.

Neutron Bin

So there was a Musgrave Family Meeting last night. It went pretty well. We brought in a mediator this time, so that was good. It didn't descend into the usual personal attacks that it normally does with people screaming at each other. It was still pretty tiring though. I think that we made some progress.

So I've been feeling a bit out of sorts this week. I'm not too sure what it is. Maybe time is starting to wear me out. I think that I'm going to take a day or two off next week just for shits and giggles. I will get away for a little bit. Head to the beach or something. Take some books, just relax. Or alternatively I might hole myself up somewhere and drink and smoke for a day or two. That doesn't generally help in the long term though, it just makes me feel as bad physically as I do emotionally/mentally.

Fuck, this is some depressing shit right here. It's not all doom and gloom. I think that I'm just tired tonight. Ria is off playing netball with my sister and some other people tonight. I worry a little for their opposition, as I think that both of those girls could be pretty competitive. I wouldn't want to go up against them.

I had a very nice meal at the same restaurant that I had lunch at on Saturday. It was some more reasonably priced Vietnamese food. I liked it.

I received quite a few things in the post today. One of them was a Spin magazine. One was a letter telling me about some of the other services that the place I had my hair cut at also offers. Another was from the people at UNHCR. This is the charity that I signed up for when I was completely inebriated during ParkLife. Apparently the details I gave them were incorrect and they were hoping I'd still be able to help them out. I think that I'm going to take the cowards way out.

When we had the memorial thing at the centre for my Mum we planted some flowers in the front garden. We also planted a tomato plant. It was a Mr Ugly apparently. Well, Mr Ugly is thriving. He is going absolutely ballistic. I've made measurements over the last two days, and he's grown about an inch both days. It's just nuts. Mr Ugly is taking over. It's great.

That kid was in again today. He was personality B today though, and was very well behaved. It's weird.

That's about it. Hope that this hasn't been too scary. I haven't been too scared writing it. Deal with it!

I Have Many Pairs Of Clean Underpants

It's been a different sort of a day today. Yesterday was a bit of a different sort of a day too. When I say different, I don't necessarily mean in the good way.

So yesterday I was on my way to pick Ria up from her place to give her a break from study, to get myself out of the house and to take the dog for a walk. On my way over there was a bit of a commotion on Chatsworth Rd at the intersection with Cavendish Rd. There were people rushing around, and cars blocking the road, this wasn't a big deal for me and I just went around the block. On the return journey I drove past it again, and there was an ambulance and tow truck and they were working on a guy lying on the road. He didn't have his shirt on, and he looked in a pretty bad way.

Ria and I took the dog for a walk (who was worrying us with his limping), then cooked up some dinner then I took Ria back to her place. On the way through we noticed that there were some markings spray painted on the ground where the police had tried to figure out what had happened. Ria had noticed a pool of what she thought to be oil. She figured that it had to be oil, as the stain was too large for it to be blood. When I drove to work this morning I saw that it was blood. I don't know what happened to that dude, but what he left in the street didn't give me high hopes.

That boy was in again today. Up to his usual tricks. I'm not too sure what is motivating him, and I don't think that he is actually mental, I think that he's deliberately trying to be as difficult as he can be. Today he told me that he hates me and wants me to die and then I can go and be with Little Jesus. I really should have said that I want to be with Little Baby Jesus hammered drunk at a Lynyrd Skynyrd concert, but I don't think that he would have known what I was talking about. But anyways, I find working with this child to be very trying at times and reasonably upsetting. I like children, but I don't like the way this kid makes me feel.

Anyways. It wasn't all doom and gloom at the centre today. The only other male to work full time at the centre dropped in today. His name is Damien, and I don't think that I've seen him in about 4 years. I remember when he used to work at the centre he was about 24 years old, and I was about 20. I used to think what is this guy doing working in child care. He's a nice guy, pretty fun, but what's he doing here? Well, guess what? I am now him. Oh, cruel world.

This afternoon a grandfather picked up his granddaughter. He used to have a grandson who attended the centre a couple of years ago, so he used to talk to me, and he would always ask me about my mother. Today was no different and I had the unfortunate pleasure of informing him. He took it like a trooper though and said some nice things about her and me, but it was still a bit of a shock for him. I never really know what to say, and I know that other people never really know what to say. I guess it's just one of those things that makes everybody a little bit uncomfortable. We'll work it out one day.

So tonight I'm off to the Polo Club for the Calcutta night. It's something to do with the Melbourne Cup, I'm not entirely sure how it works. I got this email from my dad kind of explaining how it works:

I have arranged a tentative booking for a Calcutta at the Polo Club on next Monday, starting at 7 pm. I think you will find it both interesting an exciting and a lot of fun. The Calcutta is for the Melbourne Cup. Each attendee can buy a ticket for $5 in a draw for a horse in the Cup. You then are the “owner” of that horse for the cup. The horse is then auctioned to the total room and you as an owner can profit by selling the horse and pocketing 50% of the auction price or conversely by buying the horse for 50% of the auction price. The rest of the night until 11pm, is great wine, food and conversation, but of course if you don’t like to do that you could go home early.

After the race for the Melbourne Cup on the Tuesday, the total pool is then split between the winning “owners”. If you haven’t been to a Calcutta I am sure you will find it interesting and if you don’t get carried away by the auction it is a lot of fun. If you do get carried away it is pant wetting exciting and you could be very lucky. If you do get excited and you do not win, I do know a good financial planner.

So it should be fun. I'm going to steer clear of wine and the like though, as I hate to work with a hang over. I'm too old to handle it these days. Or maybe I just don't work in an environment that is very forgiving. Anyways, if you have any tips for the Cup, let me know!

(this last part all being in italics has really pissed me off, but I can't seem to get rid of it, so we'll all just have to deal with it)

Apple Jean Toast

I had pancakes for breakfast this morning. They were great. Light, fluffy, not over cooked. Terrific. Very enjoyable. I highly reccommend them for a Sunday morning breakfast. Easy to knock together, quick to clean up. Satisfying.

So, what's been going down? Not a whole lot. That kid was a menace again on Friday. He wasn't coming out with the same shit as before, he just refused to join with the others after a certain point. Whatever. His mum came in to pick him up at the end of the day, and she spoke with his teacher and the director for a while. Then they spent half an hour or so trying to talk to him together. He spent that half hour crouching down in the toilet with his face on the ground. Kind of gross, don't you think?

Anyways.

This isn't chronologically correct, but I'm not too fussed, and I hope that you're not either.

My brother David turned 19 on Thursday night. We went over to my grandmother's place as is the tradition. It was a nice night. David got some very nice shirts, a pair of crocs (from me because he has a disgustingly infected toe, to look at it makes me want to puke), some jeans and other things. My sister burnt him a cd of some "dirty dirty house music". Whatever that means. The roast was great, the cake was nice and we were out of there at a reasonable hour. My sister and brother went out for the night, apparently they had a good time. I received a text message from my sister that she meant to send to Dad saying something about not coming home. She called herself Drin in the text. Wasted.

What else has been going on? On Friday night I had a hamburger. It was a works burger from Sea Food and Eat It on Logan Rd. They make fantastic burgers, but to tell you the truth, I think that I preferred the plain old cheese burger from there. I don't know what the exact difference is between the two, but I just like the plainer one. Hmm.

Saturday morning I came home pretty early. I was bored for a lot of Saturday morning. I read the paper, there was an interesting interview with Courtney Love. I also watched some rage. That's always awesome. This time they had some guest programmers called Black Label Society. They were awesome. Their film clip had motorbikes, hot girls, scary masks, fire and more general awesomeness. It was great. Apparently the singer/guitarist Zakk Wylde has played with Ozzy Osbourne. Apparently Robert Trujillo also used to play in the band, although he wasn't in the lineup that I saw in the film clip. Oh yeah, the song was called Suicide Messiah. That's gold right there.

Another song that I was excited by was Kasabian's Shoot The Runner. I wasn't so sure about the song itself, although it is pretty cool. I was more interested in the film clip. Now, I know that it looks like the iPod campaign, and also a bit like the Queens of the Stone Age's Go With The Flow. Go With The Flow is one of my favourite songs and filmclips. It's great. Watching rage was very enjoyable this week.

Unfortunately that only took up about an hour. So I jumped on the computer and my brother David showed me this thing called Line Rider. It is a great timewaster, so if you're studying, have a bit of self control and don't click on it. If you're not studying, enjoy! Sorry, that's a bit cruel of me, but I've been enjoying it. So it's there.

Again though, this didn't sustain my interest for too long. Only an hour or so. Again I was bored. I actually thought about getting my nipple pierced again. I've been feeling a little out of sorts these last two weeks, and I remember that I was feeling that way when I first got it done. It was a way of regaining some control over the way that things were going. Giving myself a reminder of what I was capable. Or something like that. So, that was a possibility. I also considered going to Laser Force because I haven't been there in a very long time, and I ran into the mother of a guy I went to primary school with. His name is Jared King, and he was working at Laser Force the last time I went there, and apparently he's still working there now. It's a fun place Laser Force, but I don't know if it's fun when you are 24. Oh well.

The final option to come up was that Stuart was going to take David out for a steak for his birthday. I thought that that sounded good so I agreed to go. Then David decided that he didn't want to go. So he didn't. But Stuart and I did, with Felix and Dean. Only we didn't have a steak. We had Vietnamese. Which was good. Then we watched the movie The Departed. There was a lot of swearing. And violence. Not a bad flick, although it was cold in the cinema because we'd all be drenched in the torrential downpour trying to get there.

After the movie finished I was made aware of how hard it can be to do easy things sometimes, and how travelling in a group is always so much slower than a solo mission.

Eventually I made it to Ria's place and we had something to eat and then watched The Fan. That's what's been happening.

Actually, I also bought some macadamia, mango and vanilla ice cream this morning to have on the pancakes, which was fantastic. But that's it.

I feel like I've used a lot of italics and links in this post. I don't know how I feel about that. I'm not sure if I like it all that much.

Unleashed

That kid at work who is mental flipped his switch onto psychotic again today. I'm not too sure what set him off, but he certainly wasn't acting like a normal 5 year old boy.

Some of the names I was called today include:

Moron

Uncle Smelly

Pizzaface

Bastard

It was pretty intense. I don't think that he actually knows what most of those words mean, and that he was just saying them to get a reaction out of me. It didn't work. He could call me names until he's blue in the face and it wouldn't worry me. I've been called far worse things by people who's opinion I actually care about. Still, it's pretty antisocial of the kid. He's going to have a hard time at school next year.

There were some good lines from him today as well. Something about going down to Hell to see the Devil. I'm not sure if he was talking about his teacher, or talking about himself. There was something about me having a girlfriend. Then he was saying how he was going to pinch me on my doodle. And then he tried to. He was never going to get close. Then he said something about squeezing his teacher's sexy boobies. Weird shit.

About half an hour after this all happened, he had a talk with his teacher, apologised to me, then went and played with the rest of the kids outside. I have no idea what motivates this child, and it's quite worrying. Where would he be coming up with some of the stuff that he does? You have to hear it somewhere. I'm interested in meeting his mum. I have no idea what she's like. She's probably bonkos as well.

I went and saw Little Miss Sunshine last night. It was very enjoyable. Both funny and sad, I guess you could say it was poignant. Some of it was a little heavy for me at the moment, but overall I'd have to say that it was immensely enjoyable and I would definately reccommend it. I went in having no idea what was going to happen, and I was pleasantly surprised with what did. Life's like that sometimes.

So I'm thinking about going and doing some hosing in a little bit. I'm also considering going to see The Grudge 2. I'm not thinking about it too hard though, as I think that that would be an extremely silly thing to do. Why would I want to subject myself to that sort of torture on a Wednesday night?

It's my brother Dirty Dave's birthday tomorrow. I don't know what I'm going to get him for his birthday. He's not very excited about it. I can't actually remember what I did for my 19th. I'm pretty sure I got really drunk and probably said something inappropriate. Good times!