in regards to my last post...
i went up to brisbane saturday night to go see dylan moran with _indigo_ and madgascar and miss bindi. i got a bit drunk in the car (those black ruskis are awesome). anywayz we were walking round southbank before hand at the buddah festival. being a little drunk i was getting annoyed with people who like are walking on the path then just stop suddenly without moving out of the way of like people walking behind them. it always pisses me off, and the one time that i say it, and think the person wouldnt understand me, i get yelled at. lol.
we see dylan moran that was good. funny. i kept zoning out and missing bits tho. i had a nap in intermission.
then as we are driving to _indigo_'s there is some loser driving in his convertiable holding up other cars behind cos he doesnt know where he is going, then at the lights asks taxi drivers next to him for directions, then slows up traffic at the lights... so i decide to yell out YOU SUCK really loudly, once again thinking i yell out to a non-english speaking person so it will be all good. WRONG! WRONG! we drive ahead and he realises i said something abusive to him and he speeds up and starts yelling back at us. bindi winds up her window and we lose the guy... cos he sucks at driving.
then i fall straight to sleep at indigo's it was comfy but hot, but good cos i had an hour less to travel the next day...
sunday i go to roma st and catch the tilt train to maryhole. i listen to the onboard radio till it starts to repeat... it was comfy but not at the same time... numb bum. one song that plays onboard is a song by bernard fanning that i hadnt heard before... for some reason as i listened to the words, tears were welling up in my eyes... i guess i was imagining it being played at a funeral or something,
this is the only video i could find of it
i think when my mum dies ill play this.
i get to maryhole west and my dad isnt there. motherfucker. i didnt have his number, and i was waiting for 20 mins then i get a call... "where are you" "at the train station" "i cant see you" "i cant see you either" "did you get off at howard?" "no maryborough west" "oh" "yeah
" "uhhh, ill be there as soon as possible".
30 fucking minutes later of sitting there by myself i was pissed off. it was cutting into my travel time.
dad gets there, the usual normal chit chat. i guess i feel weird about not having much of a friendship or whatever with my dad. i see him maybe 3 or 4 times a year, when i do speak to him, its just like the usual hey how r u, hows things type of thing. i guess we are alike... not wanting to share too much of ourselves, keep our guards up. i dunno. its sad i guess.
we arrive at the caravan park (my parents are weird... they camp at the beach 5 mins from their house) and my mum is sitting there drunk, with a pink cowboy hat with tiara on. she is bright red sunburnt from working at the multicultural festival that was on that weekend. we say hi and bye and i take the car and go get ferris.
ferris was SOOOO dirty... i didnt want to touch him, like being used to clean dogs it just feels grotty touching dirty dogs. i dont know if he is happy about being home yet, but meh, he will get used to it.
i race toward home, i do it in pretty good time... i go via indigo's pick her up and head down here. she made yummy tacos and we watched my name is earl with r&b. it was funny, i must watch season 2, i forgot how funny that show is. then i sleep/ so tired from driving.
i wake up and go to the iga hoping to see the cute iga boy i like atm. he wasnt working
dang. then i come back and make my favourite breakfast. mmmm...
then me and kate and fez head down to rhians work...
we hang there for a bit, then go to take ferris to a pet shop to get a bath... it ended up being more expensive than going to a grooming salon and having someone else do it for you... crazy people who d.i.y.
then we go to hungry jacks and they fuck up our order. after 3 tries of correcting it kate gives up and we leave laughing. hanging out in rhians shop is pretty fun except its hot. i answered the phone, i did it good i think... not like what everyone else was expecting lolzlolzlolz. then i went and looked at stereo stuff... got some speakers and a head unit for my little buzz box. i cant wait to be cranking the hip hop. doing my wigga moves. oh yeah. cant wait. no one will want to drive with me tho. oh well.
what else... i got some cool seat covers, black with stars to match the colour of the car. the back seat ones were way too big and i was getting annoyed trying to put them on. but they look ok now.
it will be awesome driving to work. no buses.
looking forward to the rest of this week... wed day off... friday night fun! saturday seeing saosin and a static lullaby in brisbane with fit floud... it should be "interesting" to say the least... sunday will be recovery day.
i have written alot. good work if you finished it!
i recently re-heard this song, and forgot how good it was. play it, dont watch the video, its cool but like it doesnt suit the song.
i like this windy rainy stuff.
some photos from recent days:
shaved alpacca
this car some dude was driving... it was like for lynx deodarant
the photo for the thing i talked about a little while ago for the ad.
lolz
im bored!
i still love this song
i went up to brisbane saturday night to go see dylan moran with _indigo_ and madgascar and miss bindi. i got a bit drunk in the car (those black ruskis are awesome). anywayz we were walking round southbank before hand at the buddah festival. being a little drunk i was getting annoyed with people who like are walking on the path then just stop suddenly without moving out of the way of like people walking behind them. it always pisses me off, and the one time that i say it, and think the person wouldnt understand me, i get yelled at. lol.
we see dylan moran that was good. funny. i kept zoning out and missing bits tho. i had a nap in intermission.
then as we are driving to _indigo_'s there is some loser driving in his convertiable holding up other cars behind cos he doesnt know where he is going, then at the lights asks taxi drivers next to him for directions, then slows up traffic at the lights... so i decide to yell out YOU SUCK really loudly, once again thinking i yell out to a non-english speaking person so it will be all good. WRONG! WRONG! we drive ahead and he realises i said something abusive to him and he speeds up and starts yelling back at us. bindi winds up her window and we lose the guy... cos he sucks at driving.
then i fall straight to sleep at indigo's it was comfy but hot, but good cos i had an hour less to travel the next day...
sunday i go to roma st and catch the tilt train to maryhole. i listen to the onboard radio till it starts to repeat... it was comfy but not at the same time... numb bum. one song that plays onboard is a song by bernard fanning that i hadnt heard before... for some reason as i listened to the words, tears were welling up in my eyes... i guess i was imagining it being played at a funeral or something,
this is the only video i could find of it
i think when my mum dies ill play this.
i get to maryhole west and my dad isnt there. motherfucker. i didnt have his number, and i was waiting for 20 mins then i get a call... "where are you" "at the train station" "i cant see you" "i cant see you either" "did you get off at howard?" "no maryborough west" "oh" "yeah
" "uhhh, ill be there as soon as possible".
30 fucking minutes later of sitting there by myself i was pissed off. it was cutting into my travel time.
dad gets there, the usual normal chit chat. i guess i feel weird about not having much of a friendship or whatever with my dad. i see him maybe 3 or 4 times a year, when i do speak to him, its just like the usual hey how r u, hows things type of thing. i guess we are alike... not wanting to share too much of ourselves, keep our guards up. i dunno. its sad i guess.
we arrive at the caravan park (my parents are weird... they camp at the beach 5 mins from their house) and my mum is sitting there drunk, with a pink cowboy hat with tiara on. she is bright red sunburnt from working at the multicultural festival that was on that weekend. we say hi and bye and i take the car and go get ferris.
ferris was SOOOO dirty... i didnt want to touch him, like being used to clean dogs it just feels grotty touching dirty dogs. i dont know if he is happy about being home yet, but meh, he will get used to it.
i race toward home, i do it in pretty good time... i go via indigo's pick her up and head down here. she made yummy tacos and we watched my name is earl with r&b. it was funny, i must watch season 2, i forgot how funny that show is. then i sleep/ so tired from driving.
i wake up and go to the iga hoping to see the cute iga boy i like atm. he wasnt working
dang. then i come back and make my favourite breakfast. mmmm...
then me and kate and fez head down to rhians work...
we hang there for a bit, then go to take ferris to a pet shop to get a bath... it ended up being more expensive than going to a grooming salon and having someone else do it for you... crazy people who d.i.y.
then we go to hungry jacks and they fuck up our order. after 3 tries of correcting it kate gives up and we leave laughing. hanging out in rhians shop is pretty fun except its hot. i answered the phone, i did it good i think... not like what everyone else was expecting lolzlolzlolz. then i went and looked at stereo stuff... got some speakers and a head unit for my little buzz box. i cant wait to be cranking the hip hop. doing my wigga moves. oh yeah. cant wait. no one will want to drive with me tho. oh well.
what else... i got some cool seat covers, black with stars to match the colour of the car. the back seat ones were way too big and i was getting annoyed trying to put them on. but they look ok now.
it will be awesome driving to work. no buses.
looking forward to the rest of this week... wed day off... friday night fun! saturday seeing saosin and a static lullaby in brisbane with fit floud... it should be "interesting" to say the least... sunday will be recovery day.
i have written alot. good work if you finished it!
i recently re-heard this song, and forgot how good it was. play it, dont watch the video, its cool but like it doesnt suit the song.
i like this windy rainy stuff.
some photos from recent days:
shaved alpacca
this car some dude was driving... it was like for lynx deodarant
the photo for the thing i talked about a little while ago for the ad.
lolz
im bored!
i still love this song
and those pics are cool as!! you look really pretty in that ad thingy, are you wearing make up? you look awesome when you do your eyes up.. that cop promo car is funny..
That was a massive entry. I lolled lots.
Miss you.