Enough!
I'm a bit tired of everything being the same, going in cirlces, always doing the same thing over and over and each time expecting a different outcome and not getting it.
I'm not doing that anymore.
...
So you are all going to Rainbow and Big Day Out, whatever, I don't need to be a cliche at music festival to feel like I did the right thing this weekend. Mines going to be AMAZING and not expensive or overcrowed and nobody's going to cancel on me. You'll see... or at least you'll read about it here.
...
Anyway, I'm getting outta here. Thailand, yeah baby. Tickets are booked. I get two weeks of quality Cara time on the beach, in some caves, next to some limestone cliffs and in some Bangkok dirty air before she takes off again. This time it's to Panama. I know, Panama, wtf?
Then I have to come back, unfortunately.
I'm broke. I shouldn't really be going on overseas trips right now.
But maybe this will be the big year of employment, goals and ...
maybe I'll find something to do and stick to it.
I'll finally grow up and get my own place.
I'll have a little herb garden, a collection of old keys that don't open anything and an empty birdcage. I might even get a cat.
I'll invite you round all the time to show you what new things I've acquired
and when it gets late we'll put on a record and sip an exquisit muscat,
because it's my house and that's what I like.
I'll throw devine parties
Have a thousand lovers
and maybe the beginnings of a career
...
Guh, this blog is so lazy. i don't actually write like this in real life by the way.
...
Maybe my next post will be interesting.
Friday, January 25, 2008
Thursday, January 03, 2008
Life after Smoko
I am supposed to be going to Eurotrash tonight to supportanother one of Tim's great ideas. Tim is always doing really cool things. Sometimes I wish I was Tim. But I am too tired to party anymore. I have partied too much. I'm too tired to even blog really, see how boring my writing style is in this post? That's because I forgot to go to bed at all at some stage between the 31st of December and the 2nd of January. And now I'm a bit confused about what day it is because I usually count the days by how many sleeps I've had.
Smoko was brilliant. I would like to say more but it was a long time ago now and the highlights are slowing dimming as they become of less and less consequence. It was really well organised, I can remember that much. And some boys did try to kiss me and some did succeed. I did drink a lot of gin. I found my sleeping bag (ahem!). All the bands were really good. I fell in love with one particular frontman of Cocoa Jackson for a brief period and being the social retard that I am I decided the best move I could make at this point would be to avoid making eye contact with him over the entire weekend. The next move in my plan, Seduction Sam, (it's called Seduction Sam because Sam is the name of the lead singer of Cocoa Jackson) was to act incredibly dumb, senseless and shy when confronted with questions that might have been conversatin starters coming out of his whisker framed mouth. Seduction Sam, if carried out correctly, is supposed to make me appear deep and mysterious because it disallows to much of my boringness to seep out. I don't know why he hasn't called me.
There was another massive party at the warehouse/whouse/wale house/wail house. It was probably the best party my friends have ever thrown in the history of parties that my friends have ever thrown. It was a farewell Simon/Happy Birthday Rob party. DJ's were great, seemed like everbody there was dancing at some point. My favourite memory from the night is of Georgia sitting on the plastic lawn draped in coloured fairylights, unable to go very far because she was plugged into the wall. I believe at point Simon's housemate and I forced Simon to endure a rather clumsy lap dance in the center of the dance floor, during which, being ever the proper gentleman that he is, Simon kept his eyes firmly averted with a slightly afraid expression. I'm sorry Simon, I hope you have recovered now.
Then there was Meredith. I realised that Wally De Backer is my ideal man. Apparently he was camping only a few tents away from us but I refrained from body slamming him while he was sleeping, thinking that my slightly inebriated state might not give him the right first impression and thus destroy my chances of becoming his wife in the future.
... it is tiring recounting everything that I have done in these last few weeks...
Fastforward to NYE
It was good.
I went to Stasia's and made a friut salad for her barbecue that had noticable lack of barbecuing going on, probably due to the extreme heat and Stasia's disdain for meat. We drank G&T's and Mojitos from 6pm till 2am and then joined the rest of Fitzroy in the park. I was wearing the least amount of clothes out of eveyone there (a 50s playsuit, perfect for the traditional break in and swim in the Fitzroy pool) and because of that lots of people seemed to want to take me places. I got introduced to an incredibly handsome Brian who invited me for a ride on the front of his bike and we kissed while riding through the streets. It was kind of like that scene in Titanic but with less icebergs and more chance of getting hit by a car or running over a stray drunk, and I was on a bike not a boat and I never said anything lame like "I'm flying", and Brian is heaps better looking than Leo.
This is getting tiring.
Smoko was brilliant. I would like to say more but it was a long time ago now and the highlights are slowing dimming as they become of less and less consequence. It was really well organised, I can remember that much. And some boys did try to kiss me and some did succeed. I did drink a lot of gin. I found my sleeping bag (ahem!). All the bands were really good. I fell in love with one particular frontman of Cocoa Jackson for a brief period and being the social retard that I am I decided the best move I could make at this point would be to avoid making eye contact with him over the entire weekend. The next move in my plan, Seduction Sam, (it's called Seduction Sam because Sam is the name of the lead singer of Cocoa Jackson) was to act incredibly dumb, senseless and shy when confronted with questions that might have been conversatin starters coming out of his whisker framed mouth. Seduction Sam, if carried out correctly, is supposed to make me appear deep and mysterious because it disallows to much of my boringness to seep out. I don't know why he hasn't called me.
There was another massive party at the warehouse/whouse/wale house/wail house. It was probably the best party my friends have ever thrown in the history of parties that my friends have ever thrown. It was a farewell Simon/Happy Birthday Rob party. DJ's were great, seemed like everbody there was dancing at some point. My favourite memory from the night is of Georgia sitting on the plastic lawn draped in coloured fairylights, unable to go very far because she was plugged into the wall. I believe at point Simon's housemate and I forced Simon to endure a rather clumsy lap dance in the center of the dance floor, during which, being ever the proper gentleman that he is, Simon kept his eyes firmly averted with a slightly afraid expression. I'm sorry Simon, I hope you have recovered now.
Then there was Meredith. I realised that Wally De Backer is my ideal man. Apparently he was camping only a few tents away from us but I refrained from body slamming him while he was sleeping, thinking that my slightly inebriated state might not give him the right first impression and thus destroy my chances of becoming his wife in the future.
... it is tiring recounting everything that I have done in these last few weeks...
Fastforward to NYE
It was good.
I went to Stasia's and made a friut salad for her barbecue that had noticable lack of barbecuing going on, probably due to the extreme heat and Stasia's disdain for meat. We drank G&T's and Mojitos from 6pm till 2am and then joined the rest of Fitzroy in the park. I was wearing the least amount of clothes out of eveyone there (a 50s playsuit, perfect for the traditional break in and swim in the Fitzroy pool) and because of that lots of people seemed to want to take me places. I got introduced to an incredibly handsome Brian who invited me for a ride on the front of his bike and we kissed while riding through the streets. It was kind of like that scene in Titanic but with less icebergs and more chance of getting hit by a car or running over a stray drunk, and I was on a bike not a boat and I never said anything lame like "I'm flying", and Brian is heaps better looking than Leo.
This is getting tiring.
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