MSNSpaces is completely messed up and i have too much trouble with it so for those who don't know or can't read my heading i'm moved my blog to: http://brodiepur.blogspot.com and have started a type of dream journal you could say, check it out here: http://brodieluciddreams.blogspot.com

 

MSN GRINDS ALL MY GEARS!@@!

I HATE YOU MSN YOUR "WINDOWS LIVE" has too many bugs!

What Grinds My Gears is MSN Spaces…

Read on.

 

“Wow what an exciting day this is! It seems MSN Spaces has changed the layout and the entire set up, and you know what, I think it’s rad! To me it looks a lot cleaner, it’s easier to view as they actually use the entire screen now. It’s wonderful.

 

I think that they are trying to compete with the other blog sites available. I believe they have done a good job so kudos to MSN for finally doing something right. Hopefully they get started on an overhaul of Myspaces next.”

 

This was the blog I wrote just after I saw the new layout for MSN Spaces, I was quite excited at the time as it does look quite snazzy. However when I went to post this blog I had realised my mistake. In the section where you write you blog, there was no place to actually write the freaking thing! You can put your category in and the title of the blog, but you can’t actually blog. How does this happen? Does anybody check this before they go about implementing their whole new design? To make it worse it left me with nothing to do, all I had left to do was work and that’s not on!

I’ve recently decided to start a separate blog dedicated to my musical “endeavours” and thoughts. However I’m not going to post them at this blog I’m going to do it at Myspaces because it’s more music orientated. However it won’t be updated anywhere near as often as this blog and as previously mentioned will really only be about music stuff. You can view it here: http://www.myspace.com/brodiepur

Well this weekend was a big weekend for me, I achieved (is getting drunk for the 1^st time in months an achievement?) a lot of things a set out to do which is big for me because I do tend to procrastinate a lot (I’m sitting here writing this instead of doing work which will have to be done in the near future).

 

I’ll start at the beginning, about two weeks ago I bought a brand new queen size bed (many thanks to Dean for getting me an über good deal at Capt. Snooze) and this weekend I finally had the cash to buy it and pick it up. My dad arrived home from work around 8.15am with a van from work so we could actually transport the bed home without any difficulty, we left not long after. As soon as we left my house it dawned on me that it doesn’t take 35 minutes to get to Captain Snooze in Chirnside Park from our house, especially that early in the morning. Sadly I was correct and we arrived to an empty Captain Snooze. After a short wait I went inside to organise everything when something else went wrong. Turns out I have an $800 limit on my EFTPOS card (I already knew there was a limit, I just thought it was when you withdrew actual cash, sadly, this time I was wrong), I had to pay $880, after another half hour or so of screwing around trying to organised funds my father payed for $400 worth on his credit card and I paid the remaining cash.

 

We drove round to the back where I met a cheerful Dean who helped my Dad carry the mattress and the base to the van, I just supervised (and did a fine job of it too mind you!) because I’m so limp wristed. We got the bed home and unloaded it in to the “car hold” as I was still to make room for it in my bedroom. I planned on cleaning my room when we returned but I ended up falling asleep on the couch.

 

When I woke up I went out to my room to begin the clean up, I did my usual ritual of putting a CD on, turning it up full volume and went to work. Basically I unassembled my bed, moved it all (the mattress and the frame) by myself out to the back yard and moved all my furniture around. Once I did all this I did all the general little things you do while cleaning not really worth mentioning. I also set up my drum kit (Which I’ll talk about later) which was a pain in the ass, but hey it was worth it in the end. I couldn’t actually set up my new bed as there was nobody home to help me carry it down to my room which is a fair journey when you think about it.

 

After all this I went shopping at Knox with Elesha, she needed to find clothes, actually she didn’t “need” to, she wanted to. That girl spends what she makes working on Saturday nights on clothes to wear to work on Saturday nights, it’s crazy! We also made a trip to Sexyland, possibly the greatest store on the planet (special mention to JB Hi-Fi which also ranks very high on my list).

 

I had invited peeps around to my house from 6.30pm onwards for pre-drinks before Tiffs party, I didn’t get home till just after 6, so I was galloping around like a mad horse on acid. After beating Brad at darts and having our pre-drinks a surprisingly large group of us caught the train in. The trip in was painful, my need to urinate was amazing, I’ve never hurt so badly in my life! There was also some old creepy guy who kept starring at us. I did manage to get Brad to get his photo taken with a group of girls, it was a bet for $5, in the end I paid him but I don’t think I should have both their heads were cut off in the photo, but kudos for the effort I guess.

 

We got to the pub and we did the usual stuff you do when you go out talk, drink etc, I got nicely toasted for the 1^st time in over 4 months which was hella fun. I remember most of the night but there are a couple of foggy patches which I’m still trying to fill in, like if I went to DV8 or not, I think I did but I may have dreamt it. Trying to get a taxi home proved to be a lot harder than usual. We had some asshole driver pull over and then drive off once he found out Trent was blind (fuck you asshole!), we eventually found a cab after about 30 minutes (30 minutes of drunk time mind you, it may have actually been 10 minutes, it may have been an hour).

 

The next day I woke up around 1pm with only a minor headache so it was time to get organised for the day. My dad helped me carry down my new bed and I went to work on re-arranging my bedroom. It looks completely different now, it’s weird, I’m not a big fan of change when it comes to moving things around, actually I quite hate it! This took me a few hours but when I finished I found it was well worth the effort. Plus my drum kit was now set up (minus a floor tom because Nick still has a couple of parts for it), so I sat there for a couple of hours trying to get my groove back, it was awesome! I haven’t played in so long, getting back on it makes me wonder why I waited so long to set it up again, I just love it. I then went to sleep on my nice new bed and my god it was great! So Spacious!

 

Anyway for those who read this to the very end, congratulations, it’s a very long blog indeed. And as usual comments are appreciated.

After reading blogs by both Pat (http://pat.xyonic.com/blog/2006/07/ipod-wars-brad-vs-pat.html) and Brad (http://www.theshithaus.com/blog/40) it inspired me to throw my songs into “Pepsi-Co Arena of Evil”. I think I did ok for myself, I tried to rank my scores as honestly as possible. I tried to be a little harsher on myself for the songs by Disturbed, I wanted to give them a higher score (8 or a 9) because they are one of my favourite bands. But I know that they have other songs which are much better out than the ones that came up on my list.

 

Well anyway here’s my list:

-         P!ATD – Camisado (9/10)

-         Nine Inch Nails – Hand That Feeds (7/10)

-         Avenged Sevenfold - Burn It Down (6/10)

-         Tool – Undertow (9/10)

-         Disturbed – Bound (7/10)

-         S.O.A.D – Prison Song (9/10)

-         Disturbed – Overburden (7/10)

-         The Used – Noise and Kisses (6/10)

-         X-Slipknot – Vermillion (5/10) (Skipped)-X

-         Lost Prophets – I Don’t Know (8/10)

-         Tool – 4 Degrees (8/10)

 

TOTAL = 75

 

I think I did ok for myself, what do you guys think?

 

On another music related matter one of my songs for this “iPod War” was by Avenged Sevenfold, and I have never actually listened to their music even though I have 2 albums. You know what, I thought it was pretty rocking and I’m really starting to get into it.

Ok here’s the situation and the reason why I deleted the previous blog. Thankyou every one for your input and at least I know who I can turn to these days. Although I meant everything I said in the blog, and don’t regret saying it, I know now I should not have posted it. As I said I was very angry and upset, but it was the wrong thing to do and I should have gone about the problem better.

 

Elesha and I have sort of cleared things up for now so please don’t hate her, she’s just as confused about things as I am.

 

Thankyou and I’m sorry for dragging everybody into it.

Worthless

 

As I sit here staring blankly

A calm comes over me

I have just released

My world has ceased to be

 

What am I still here for?

Why should I still care?

For nothing really matters

My hearts no longer there

 

My existence is worthless

My life is on the line

What is there to live for?

When no one gives me time

 

My love has now faded

My friends have long past

My sight now jaded

How much longer can I last?

 

Now sit here bleeding

My body almost drained

I now stare serenely

My life taken In vain

Last Saturday night was one of the best nights out (without alcohol) I’ve had in a long time, and I must say it was most overdue! Brad and I had decided to go to a gig because neither of us had been out to see a band in over a month, and I don’t know about Brad but it was starting to get to me. I really was starting to miss the live music scene. Anyway, on Friday evening Brad and I were searching the gig guides to see who was playing. Sadly for us there wasn’t a whole lot on offer, which is strange because usually there’s at least one band somewhere that I know playing. After briefly considering driving all the was down to the Peninsula to see a band called SEVEN (one of my favourite aussie bands, one of Brads also I think) we decided to go check out a band called Mach Pelican. This was decided by Brad who remembers them from his Evees days back in high school, I had no objection to this decision as there really was not a lot on.

 

After gathering a car load of people for the gig (Leigh Crag, Elesha and I) we left for The Tote at around 9.30pm and planned on meeting Brad there. We got to Brunswick Street around 10.10pm and I dropped Elesha of at the nearest tram stop as she had to work at DV8 later in the evening. After slowly stalking her down Brunswick Street for a few minutes and taunting her from the car by yelling things like “Show us you tits” or “oh my god...Tulla” in a stupid Lebanese wog like accent out the window we continued along down to Johnston street. I was careful in trying to find a park this time round because last time I was in the area I misread a sign and received a parking fine that I’m still to pay. I found one without too much hassle moderately close to the venue.

 

I’ve gave Brad a call as we started the walk to The Tote and he said he was still waiting for a tram in the city and that he would meet us in there. As we approached the front door my jaw dropped and anger levels increased, across the side of the building there were posters: “SEVEN Friday 21^st July”, the current date was Saturday 22^nd July. *sigh* This was the band Brad and I considered driving all the way down to the Peninsula to see, I was really quite annoyed, I sent an sms to Brad venting my frustration and moved on inside, I wasn’t going to let this ruin my evening.

 

By the time we got inside (I think it was roughly 10.30pm and Brad arrived not long after) we had missed Mach Pelican, I really didn’t care too much, just as long as the other bands didn’t completely blow. Turns out the Spazzy’s were next on the bill, I didn’t really know what to expect, I had a vague idea of their music but nothing I could really judge it on. I had nothing to complain about really 3 reasonably good looking girls (the drummer was tré hot) about to play me some music, it was a recipe for fun. As a live band they were quite entertaining, although all their songs sounded similar everyone really got into it including myself, they were quite energetic and worked the crowd well. The Spazzys aren’t the kind of band I would go out and buy a cd to listen to in my own leisure time but as a live act I would have no objections to seeing them again.

 

Next up was a band from Japan named “The Faceless”, as we waited for them to come on stage these two dancing girls jumped up onto the stage and began to strip down to the music. It was very strange, yet I was suspiciously aroused. I think the story behind their dance was that they were trying to get the bugs off their bodies. To do this (while dancing) they stripped down and swatted at themselves with fly swats, this didn’t work. So they then pulled what I thought was some form of bug spray from their head gear, I was mistaken. It was silly string! I had a flashback of the suicide girls gig and how disgustingly dirty I felt after being sprayed with silly string, cream, alcohol and glitter, it was a very sticky situation. So I ducked behind the guy in front of me and managed to escape the blast.

 

When the Faceless did start they pretty much blew me away, I can’t think of any words to describe their energy or their presence on stage, but it was awesome! The singer was going crazy, she was hanging off the lighting fixtures which I was sure would fall, she frontal piggy backed (Face to Vag) a fellow punter and was jumping about everywhere. The bass player (as Brad describes) looked like he would fit in perfectly with the Mars Volta, he was very dopey looking indeed. The guitarist looked like every “cool” Asian you would see in movies, big 80’s style top gun glasses with a cigarette hanging out the side of his mouth, and the look worked very well for him, I thought he looked quite cool. The drummer, well he was very plane, he looked like some sort of accountant, very nerdy looking, apart from the fact he was drumming in his underwear. Once again the music wasn’t the kind of style I listen to, but as a live act they rocked.

 

After they finished I went over and decided I buy some of their merchandise as it was particularly cheap, the T-shirts where only $15 and the cds were $10, so I bought them both. The gig was over, it was full of bad English and silly lyrics, but it was completely rocking! After seeing both the Spazzys and The Faceless it supports my theory I’ve had for a while about live bands. They don’t have to be the most talented musicians, or have the best songs around, but if they have enough energy and stage presence to get the crowd into what they are doing, they don’t have to be.

Just a quick message saying i haven't forgoten about blogging.

I'm currently in a 3 day workshop at work (i'll blog more specifically later) and don't have a whole lot of time.

 

On another note i added Deans new Indoor soccer website to the links so check it out

What Grinds My Gears Are people who can’t commit to doing anything. I’m not talking about relationships because that’s serious business and shouldn’t be taken too lightly. I’m talking about general things like going to the movies, or a pub, random everyday happenings and outings. I understand you can’t commit to these things all the time, but by my calculations, you should be able to fully commit yourself maybe 75-80% of the time. There are some situations where you can’t fully commit such as you may be seeing family or you’ll be elsewhere and are unsure about when you can leave.

 

I’m talking about those who don’t commit because they are waiting for better offers. I don’t know if they understand (this is partially the reason why I’m writing this, just so they actually know) how rude this is, and how rejected and unwanted the person who is organising the may feel. These people usually only commit 40-50% of the time, when really t isn’t that hard to say you’ll be somewhere or do something and actually be there.

 

What are your thoughts on people who do this?

Last night marked my return to indoor soccer and it proved to be a night full of fun and emotion. My first match was with my work team (TNA) at 6.20 which proved to be a good starting time as I could arrive early and practice as I’ve been out for so long. To safeguard myself from further injury to my wrists I had them strapped, bound and supported in every possible way. If I was going to get injured you can be certain I would not let it be my wrists, I would never live it down.

 

The match itself was excellent, as a team we all played superbly, as usual defence was lacking a little but other than that I have no complaints really. We won 8–4 and  I managed to score 2 goals which is always encouraging. However because I hadn’t played such a demanding sport in over 2 months I found myself struggling with my fitness levels which really upsets me, I used to really take pride in my endurance when it came to sport. In order to get back into shape I will start going to the gym regularly again. My new year’s resolution was to get into better shape and tone up, but for obvious reasons (surgery and broken wrists) I have not even come close to achieving this yet, I still have roughly 6 months left though so all is not lost if I get my ass into gear.

 

The match finished at 7pm and my second match for the evening wasn’t until 9.40, so I had a fair amount of time to kill. My team mates and I went into bar and mostly talked about the world cup. I vented my usual hatred and both the terribly smelly French team and the Italians who might as well crawl along the ground like babies when playing. I really don’t care about the final place play off, I seriously can’t stand either team. Germany Vs Portugal should be good a match for the 3^rd place play off. I hope Germany win, I’m not a big fan of Portugal as their side has Ronaldo and Raul, both very annoying and overrated players. After finishing up in the bar I went down to Off Ya Tree at Eastland to hang out for a while and to pick up Elesha who was coming to watch my second game. Our friend Nikki also came along to “support” (by that I mean her and Elesha smoking up a storm and mocking my bitch like qualities) me during the match.

 

After weeks of debate with my other team The Usual Suspects about whether I should play or not I finally got my way and was ready to play. I honestly don’t see why I shouldn’t, it wouldn’t affect how I play in the slightest as the injury is to my wrists and I’m playing a sport where you can only use your feet. In the end it’s my decision and the other players on the team have never been questioned about their fitness when they returning from their injuries, why am I so different?

 

Although we lost 6–3 (?), it was a decent match, we played a team called Disco Fever who usually whinge the entire time, we have come so close to getting into fights with this team on several occasions. Once again I scored two goals which was great, generally on this team I’m not much of a goal scorer. I see myself as a bit of a playmaker (I believe my passing is my strongest attribute) and better defender than attacker, plus we have much better attackers than myself on the field anyway.

 

It was a great evening, I was so excited to be playing soccer again, I love playing sport and was starting to get really edgy (especially because of the World Cup) because I haven’t played in s long. I can’t wait until Sunday when we play at the school, it’s going to rock.

Do you ever have weekends where you feel you’ve just wasted your time or anything that can go wrong often does? I know I do, in fact one has just passed and I’m still pretty depressed about it.

 

On Friday I went to work still feeling absolutely terrible from the flu and after a couple of hours I was just like screw it, I wasn’t working well anyway so I went home to bed. I woke up several hours later still not feeling like my awesome self, so I just stuffed my body full of cold and flu tablets. I was hoping to feel better for soccer the next day. Not that it mattered everyone except one person bailed, 2 people told me at like 12.30am, I was pretty pissed off. I don’t care if you (you know who you are) had reasons or not, I was still angry I wanted to play soccer.

 

Saturday was an ok day. I went and saw Click staring Adam Sandler with some peeps and I thought it was a pretty decent movie. Apart from all the sadness in some bits, it was slightly depressing. That’s 2 sad movies that were comedies he has released in recent times, the other was 50 First Dates, also pretty a depressing movie. Most people bailed after the movie so I went home. When I arrived home I found the house was empty so I invited some people around, we played some games and watched the soccer. I left my house at 3 in the morning to pick Elesha up from DV8, got there with no troubles and found my name was on the list at the door, which is always cool. So I lied a little, Saturday wasn’t that bad after all.

 

My Sunday however is a completely different story, nothing really went my way. After retiring to bed after dropping Elesha home at roughly 6am I set my alarm for what I thought was 12.15pm. Haha! I was wrong, I actually set it for 12.15am because I’m a freaking looney. I woke up at 2.20pm and spazzed out, I got dressed and all my stuff together and was at Norwood by 2.35. Sadly they had finished playing. This really was the low point of my weekend, I went to so much trouble trying to organise people for a game and I slept through it myself.

 

After sitting around Norwood for half an hour Pat, Dean, Crag and I decided to go to the ice hockey. It was my turn to drive. When we got there however there was some prick that drove through 2 spots stealing the car space I was trying to park in. After mouthing naughty words at him we found another spot and went inside. Everything was fine until the end of the 1^st period when I received a phone call that ruined my entire outing. Something was wrong back at home and I had no option other that to leave, sadly I also had to take Pat home so he could come back for the others. Once again, Pat I’m sorry for you having to do so.

 

When I got home and dealt with the issue all was fine again, but I was stressed from that as well as angry because I missed the ice hockey. And that was my terrible weekend. It’s not the worst weekend ever, but it was hardly what I needed after a crappy week at work.

Ok here’s the situation as it stands….

 

For the last few weeks I have been looking for my battery chargers. I know for a fact that I own two of the damn things, I got one with my digital camera and the other I bought with my own free will. I have been searching everywhere for these things, but I have been unable to find them anywhere. So today I went down to the garage and borrowed one of my fathers chargers.

 

So today at around 1pm when I wandered up from my room to the house I plugged the chargers in so I could charge my batteries for my digital camera. I dagged around for a while then I decided to go get some petrol and a late lunch/dinner for myself. I left my house around 3.30. I got petrol and some food, this was quite uneventful so there’s no point in going into detail.

 

I arrived home at around 4.30 with my dinner and hand and a car full of fuel. I sat down and watched south parked as I chowed down on my smoked salmon sandwich. When I finish I got up to use the computer and check if the batteries had finished charging yet and to my disbelief the charger has freaking disappeared. I was baffled, where the smeg had it gone, the only person who was home is my dad and he’s asleep as usual on the couch.

 

Thinking he may have moved it somewhere for some reason I start looking around the house. I look around where the charger was previously charging, I check my old bedroom, my dads bedroom, my sisters bedroom, EVERYWHERE! And I still can’t find it! Out of frustration I go over and wake my dad up and he says he hasn’t moved it, he has no clue and just rolls back over and goes to sleep. Nobody else could have moved it because nobody else is home.

 

Am I not supposed to have charged batteries??

WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON??

Well, turns out I’m probably not having withdrawals from cutting my supply of V Black. I actually have a cold or the flu, I don’t which one of the two, what’s the difference anyway? I feel like crap regardless of what I actually have.

 

Usually, when I feel this crap (and even when I just feel like slacking off for that matter) I’d call in sick to work, but because of my new position in the company I’m trying to be more committed. And I tell you what fellow readers, it’s killing me! For once I’m actually sick and I’m here, when really I should be home in bed.

 

Now I could sook some more about this but there’s no point because I’m still going to feel like pooh. However it led (sp?) to thinking about everyone else who turns up to work every time they are legitimately sick. I have a new found respect for these people because I now know it’s not that easy.

 

What’s the sickest you have ever been and still managed to get yourself to work?

I don’t think I’ve ever been so depressed due to a poor result in a soccer match, or any sort of sport (playing or watching) as a matter of fact, as I am today. The poor Socceroos got screwed out of a possible chance to advance to the Semi-Finals of the world cup. A penalty in the final minute of injury time gave Italy the win and crushed my little heart.

 

Although both teams played extremely well and both deserved the win, I can’t help but feel the Australians were ripped off yet again due to a very poor decision by the referee. The penalty he gave, was not a penalty, I’m not saying this out of bitterness, or not even because of my pure hatred of the Italian team (they dive and act way too much), but because in my opinion, and the opinion of everyone I have spoken to since last night, it was genuinely not a penalty. Lucas Neil (he must feel so terrible today) was already on the ground when the Italian player ran over the top of him and fell over, clearly not worthy of a free kick, it was 50/50 at best and based on that alone with the game on the line, a penalty should not have been given.

 

Congratulations to the aussie team though, we played hard, we played well and I feel we showed those who doubted us that we can hold our own on the world stage. We weren’t even suppose to make it this far, and although I’m disappointed we lost in such an unfair way, we did well, and I’m proud of our team.

 

On the other hand, I’m extremely pissed at the quality of the referee’s decisions throughout the cup so far. Not only in all of the Australian matches but a lot of the other matches also. Seriously is it just me, or are the amount of mistakes being mad just crazy. I understand being a referee Is a tough job, but they have just seemed plain incompetent.

I think I have become addicted to the energy drink “V Black”. The drink quite frankly is the bee’s knees, I can’t get enough of the stuff. I recently started drinking such copious amounts because I have not been sleeping well. I’ve roughly only been getting 2 or 3 hours (if I’m lucky) an evening. This is partially my fault because I will find something other than sleeping to do (like watch the soccer), but on every other night I have so many thoughts running through my head I just can’t sleep.

 

Before today I was averaging 3 or 4 bottles daily (this has been going on for almost 2 and a half weeks) when the recommended limit is 2 bottles maximum daily. I was having so much V that after a while I would develop the shakes after each bottle. I also found out that a mate at my work used to take a lot of guarana pills and as a direct result now has to wear glasses. V has a fair amount of guarana in it also. Now I think I look good in glasses but I don’t particularly want to damage my sight and have to wear glasses all the time.

 

Due to this I thought it was a wise idea to try and quit. It’s only been 2 days, but it’s been a lot harder than you would think, especially seeing as I’m still having very late, very sleepless nights (curse your world cup football!). Plus I think my body has had a reaction to not having the caffeine, guarana or large amounts of sugar in my body. I’m suffering from a terrible headache (I don’t usually get headaches), my muscles really hurt and my eyes feel über strained and for no real reason yesterday I was insanely grumpy and depressed. Now you may say this is because I haven’t slept, but generally speaking I don’t sleep a lot usually. Growing up during high school I’d only average maybe 4 or 5 hours (on a good night) and evening.

 

Now instead of drinking V, I’m drinking lots and lots of water. I’m going to keep a running tally of how much water I’m drinking daily instead of V. Currently after almost 7 hours at work I’ve drank 3 litres of water and currently on my 6^th full 600ml bottle. I figure it will flush all the crap out of my system and I should feel better in no time.

Well last night a small group of us decided to go to NEXT (not to be confused with Next Blue) to celebrate Rhy’s going away to Germany for 3 months and it was one of the best nights I’ve had at NEXT in a while. I was really in the mood to go and I had decided I would go out semi Emo. This means I wore tight black jeans, tight black shirt with the heart-a-gram, my heart-a-gram necklace, my wrist bands and my converse. The only thing that was missing was the fringe (and the cuts on my arms). And you know what… I looked good, even if I don’t say so myself.

 

Apart from the usual screwing around trying to get everyone organised, who’s picking who up, times, people changing their minds left right and centre etc, we eventually got there by around 9.30. And it was reasonably empty (which was expected as it only opened at 9) with some crappy hardcore band playing. Rhys and Niki got to work on getting suitably hammered. We did the usual stuff we do when we get there, bag out some of the music, the people there and made a brief visit to the punk room where Bri and Niki attempted “skanking” (quite poorly mind you J) and a variety of other “punk” dances. It proved to be amusing for a whole 20 minutes or so.

 

The music was fairly dull for the 1^st half of the evening (it was mostly hard core) with the occasional song to keep me entertained. When the songs started to pick up Rhys, Bri, Niki and I moved to the dance floor just as the others turned up. And from here, the night only got better. We danced for roughly an hour and a half to two hours and during this period of time the music was mostly awesome, I worked up such a sweat and I’m surprised I still have a voice today after screaming “Let The Bodies Hit The Floor” with Rhys.

 

There was strange incident however (there’s usually at least one when you go to NEXT, there are a lot of crazy people who go there), I was talking a quick break during one of the less danceable songs when a girl approaches, the conversation was as follows:

 

Girl: Hey you have a heart (pointing to my shirt), do you like love?

*confused look on my face*

Myself: Um… yeah, I guess so

Girl: Mines almost the same (shows pentagram necklace)

Myself: Haha (forced fake laugh) almost

Girl: Can I have a hug?

Myself: Yeah…. (still very confused) sure

*hugs*

Girl: Thankyou…. (leans in closer) may I have a kiss

*moves in*

Myself: Ah…. No… sorry (kinda shoves her off)

*girl pouts and moves on*

 

About five minutes later she’s hassling Brad which I found quite amusing cause it wasn’t me. Usually this kind of behaviour is most welcomed because it save me the whole “I’m BRO - *voice breaks* - DIE” approach when talking to women in clubs, however I’m no longer a single man and I have no intention of doing anything in harming that, as I’m very happy man at the moment.

 

The rest of the night was spent dancing, Bri, Elyse and I said goodbye to the others around 1.45am and headed home. I went back to Elesha’s and by the time I got there I saw no point in sleeping so we watched Bring It On, then the soccer at 5am. I still haven’t slept and once again I don’t feel too terrible.

I wrote this one a while ago, it actually won a competition at poetry.com and is being published. If you go there and search my name you can find my poems. This is actually a shorter version of the original which i think is best, i had to shorten it to enter the poetry competition

Well this weekend was uncharacteristically quiet and quite and laid back for me. It’s the fist weekend in a long time where I have been content with doing very little. I had a very quiet Friday evening as I decided I would go to work on Saturday morning for a few hours, woo double time! I will have money to spoil Elesha next week. I’ve been feeling real poor lately and haven’t been able to take her out places or generally go out at all.

 

Saturday I woke up at 5.30am and went and picked Andrew up for work, I started at 6.30am and worked through to 1.30pm, my god I can’t wait for this weeks pay check. When I finished worked I basically went straight home to bed. However like the rest of this week although I was tré tired but I couldn’t sleep. I went round to Elesha’s later in the evening to chill and grab some food. She was going to a gig at DV8 and was struggling to find something to wear. We ended up at Sexyland (god bless that store) buying “PVC Rock Tape” I think it was called. Basically it’s just a thin layer of PVC wrapped around itself (like sticky tape) and you make “clothes” (and I use the term lightly) out of it. I had never had so much fun trying to dress someone, mind you I thinks she’s the first person other than myself I’ve ever tried to dress, however once it was on I just wanted to rip it off and go crazy. She did looked über sexy.

 

After leaving Elesha’s unfulfilled I went and saw “The Break Up” starring Jennifer Aniston and Vince Vaughn. I thought it was a pretty good film all round, it’s definitely worth a look. It does a very good job of showing how dramatic a break up can be, I noticed Briony shedding a few tears throughout the flick and I can guess why. I did chuckle at her expense though as I do when people cry during movies, as it is, “just a movie”. It also does a good job displaying “crazy woman logic” where in order to show a man how much he needs her, she dumps him, treats him like crap and thinks he will come back. This would never work, if I was her I just would have stopped doing everything and mimicked what he does, work, get home, drink and watch T.V, he’d then start to realise shit isn’t being done around the house.

 

After the movies I retired home to bed, I tried to sleep. And again I failed. So I decided to stay awake until as late as I could and go to bed and sleep all of Sunday so I could stay up and watch the world cup, I knew the only person who could help me do this (purely because she does it most of the week anyway J ) was Elesha, so I gave her a buzz and rocket up ay 6.30am Sunday, we slept right through to 5.30pm. It was great seeing as I had had very little sleep for the past week.

 

After we woke up and organised ourselves dinner I left to pick up Briony, Tiff and Bert up as we were going to watch Australia Vs Brazil at the Cameo theatre in Belgrave. I was worried if it would still be on, and if anyone would actually show up at all considering it was in Belgrave. Well weren’t we surprised, it was freaking sold out! Talk about disappointing, we were all pumped, Bri and Tiff had been drinking as usually and we were ready to go. We ended up at the Croydon hotel, I thought there would be a few people there, and once again I was wrong. It was almost empty. That didn’t stop us from having fun though, I went on a mad rush to go and pick Elesha up because she decided she wanted to come, I made it from Croydon to Heathmont and back in around 25 minutes. Several lights were run and speed signs ignored  ( if i got a speeding ticket here i would be angry, but i know i deserve it, unlike 60 in a 50 zone!) but I was proud of the time I made and I only missed like 3 minutes after kick off.

 

The game itself was disappointing, but I’ll post my thoughts on that later. By the time the match finished and I had dropped everyone off to where they had to be I was back at Eleshas by 4:20am Monday morning. I considered pulling an all-nighter and I might as well have, I ended up in bed by 5 and asleep by around 5.15 I reckon, I only managed around an hours sleep as I was up for work at 6.15. I was late to work due to unforeseeable yet much welcomed circumstances, but nobody seemed to notice at work anyway. Here I am now, it’s almost 1.30pm on Monday, I have an hours sleep up my belt, but I feel great, I’ve hit the V-black to keep me going, but I don’t think I need it, I’m even pondering going to the gym.