Wednesday, February 28, 2007

My new favourite...

How cool is this CD? I wish I had some money to check them out at V Festival. Oh well.. maybe next time.

Monday, February 26, 2007

Unconscious Mutterings

Soldier :: uniform

Lipton :: iced tea

Reason :: s, seasons, and lifetimes

Terms :: and conditions

Positive :: Negative

Example :: diagram

Legacy :: those little flame/torch badges you buy once a year

Solo :: light on the fizz so you can slam it down fast

Instrument :: al

Later :: c u

Pancakes, Parties and Packing

Hooray for alliteration!

Chris and I had dinner on Friday night at this dodgy little vietnamese place on Friday night, and had those pancake/omelette things full of mince and prawns. Only $8.50. Bargain! We watched the Tropfest finalists but fell asleep halfway thru.

Saturday we got up early and walked to Woolahrah and back stopping off for coffee breaks every now and then. Had sushi train with Paul for lunch. Was good to see him... hadn't seen him for ages.

Headed home and then got dressed and shit for my Bro-in-law's 40th B'day party at my sister's house, it had a gangster theme (I am so fucking over theme parties). It was a pretty average night to be honest. It absolutely bucketed down and trapped people downstairs as the only way up was through the flooded backyard. The food got there late, and after everyone ate the carbo-loaded dinner I think everyone was ready for bed. I haven't heard such terrible speeches in a long time. When will people learn that "less is more"?

There were about 80 or so people there none of which were 20-somethings (not that I need people my own age to chat to but I kind of felt a bit out of place which was strange). I made an effort to mingle but I found all the forty-somethings rather unapproachable (maybe I wasn't drunk enough). I drank all night but didn't even get pissed. I did, however, have a good chat to my brother who I am not particularly close to, and his lovely girlfriend.

Sunday I sifted through some of my boxes of crap, then I headed up to my sister's place with Mum and hung out with my sister and the kids, eating leftover cake.

I got home and packed up the last of my boxes. Now all I need to do is pack my clothes and I am sooooo outta there. YAY!

All in all a pretty busy and productive weekend.

Den and Gez

Robyn and Me

Me, Gez, Chloe and Sam

Friday, February 23, 2007

Unconscious Mutterings

Threshold :: pain

Jason :: friday the 13th

Suspicion :: we can't go on together... with suspicious minds

Tender :: chicken

Tempted :: by the devil

Crimson :: tide

Repulsive :: smell

Bulldog ::ugly

Garage ::band

Racket ::mad (didn't racket come up a few weeks back?)

Thursday, February 22, 2007

I'm back... again

I don't have an internet connection at home and the time at work that I would normally spend blogging has been spent house-hunting instead.

I left my last post on a rather sad note but I had good news which I didn't get around to.

I had initially intended on spending 6 motnhs at my parents place to save up enough $$$ to move into a place by myself. Then I set myself a goal of 3 months. After 2 nights at my parents house I spoke to Mitchum and asked him if he wanted a flatmate. He did. YAY! He had just been served an eviction notice and had 60 days to relocate.

After checking out 4 places over the last week we found our "dream home" and handed an application in on Tuesday. We got the good news on Tuesday afternoon. We sign the lease next wednesday. YAY!

I'm so excited. Money is going to be really tight for a while but thats OK with me.

In other news:

I helped Chris move the last of our stuff out of the old place on the weekend and after shedding lots of tears and laughing lots it was a real relief to be finally rid of that place.

Chris had an unregistered car in the carpark that hadn't been started for over a year which we needed to have removed. The guy (eventually) started the car but it didn't seem very responsive to the number of revs the guy was giving it. He thought if he had a run-up he might make it up the ramp.

That is what a gearbox sounds like when it explodes.

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Particularly pretty pictures.

I looked through all the pics I've taken over the past couple of weeks and these are the only half decent ones. They were taken at Big Day Out and on my own little excursion to the Art Gallery of NSW.

I didn't take too many pics over the break. I guess I was too drunk.

You can check out Muzbot's blog for some really nice shots from our little trek.

Me and Jackie at Big Day Out
Me and Alex at Big Day Out

Helmet Head #2 - Henry Moore
Alchemy - Brett Whiteley, I spent a good half hour examining it

I took this in Alexandria Park when I was lying on a park bench feeling particularly homeless


I'm baaaaaaaaaack.

So here is the post you've all been eagerly awaiting. You might want to put the kettle on, this could take a while. The last few weeks have been really... umm... I don't know what word I could use to describe them.

I can't be fucked starting at the beginning. Big Day Out was fun. Woof Club was fun. Camping was fun. Club Kooky was fun. Catching up with an George who visited unexpectedly from Melbourne was fun.

Being homeless wasn't fun (perhaps displaced is a better word). Being broke wasn't fun. Living out of a suitcase wasn't fun. Breaking my (ex)partner's heart wasn't fun.

I broke up with Chris 1 week before my holidays and I have been living between different friends' homes from then up until a few days ago when I moved back in with my parents. Its really surreal to say the least. I feel like I'm stuck in a time warp. When I arrived home, escorted by Jackie who proved to be a perfect buffer, Mum kept offering to make my bed and I politely kept reminding her that I can make it, I know how to make it, I'M going to make it, OK!!??

After speaking to a couple of friends they made me realise that my parents have had kids to "look after" for the past 32 years so they don't know how to treat me any other way in their own home. It's just what they do. It is kind of nice being looked after though. I'm trying my best to be the "good son" that I never was.

I was last living at home about 4.5 years ago. Soon after I moved out my brother moved back in to sponge off them while he saved up a deposit for a house, which he just bought with his girlfriend. He moved out leaving my old bedroom vacant.

The first night in Concord West was OK (Saturday the 10th), I smoked a spliff before I got there to numb the pain a bit and proceeded to drink rather heavily until it was time to pass out. Jackie joined my parents and me for dinner and the conversation was rather enjoyable for us all.

Sunday Morning I caught a train to Redfern and walked back to my old place to collect my things as I had arranged with Chris. There was shit everywhere when I opened the door. Not exactly what I was expecting. I spent the next couple of hours sifitng through our belongings. His, mine, his, mine, ours, bin, his, etc. Dad came in the afternoon and Murray helped us carry the boxes to the car.

I have so many boxes of crap in my room. I added another carload of boxes to the pile yesterday when I collected the last of my belongings from the old place. I don't know what half of it is. I need to sift through it all over the weekend.

It was really upsetting to be in the old place. So many happy memories. I lost it when I caught sight of a button in a ball of fluff that had been ripped from a doona cover at Cally's farewell party almost 2 years ago. Deep breaths got me through until I composed myself and Dad arrived yet again to help me transport my crap home.

I normally have some kind of direction when I start a post but so much has happened that I don't really know what is worth mentioning and what isn't.

I'm feeling a bit bleugh after revisiting those memories so I might have a bit of a breather.


Unconscious Mutterings

The best thing :: You're the best thing... lyrics from some song i can't remember.. oooh you make me feel.. partridges maybe?

Hold :: me

Rapture :: i don't like that song.

Cover :: Cd cover

Restrictive :: Underpants

Baker :: mmm.. croissants

Author :: writer

Pill :: Pink hearts

Months :: Years

Valentine’s Day :: Today


Thursday, February 01, 2007

Single and Homeless.

So much has happened over the past 2 weeks. Big Day Out was pretty good but I didn't realise how depressing all the lyrics of Lilly Allen were... It wasn't very fun to see her at all.

I've been floating around from friend's place to friend's place until my brother moves out (sometime this week) and then I can move back to my old room. I have been dreading moving back home but I think it will be a great relief to actually have a place to call home.

I miss being able to just hang out somewhere. I am sick of feeling like a burden on everyone.

Camping trip has been postponed until early next week. Should be lots of fun. Other than that I'm kind of just wandering around looking for inexpensive things to occupy my time. I went for a wander to the Art Gallery of NSW yesterday which was really good for my soul.

I have heaps of photos and shit from BDO etc but I don't have my computer at the moment and I don't have the patience to upload pics from a PC. Man I miss my mac.