Early Morning Ramblings
I really should be in bed. A long time ago. But, instead I sit here in darkness listening to Thomas Newman's "American Beauty" theme and downloading some Crowded House. On top of this, I have a strong urge to splurge some thoughts onto here, hell knows why? Not like anyone reads this.
I'm going stir crazy sitting here at home for the majority of the time. This month of holidays from Uni seems to be stretching out. But I'm not complaining as there are some hardcore assignments due on the first day back, but I'm just not motivated to do much. I really don't know what's gotten into me.
Would be interesting to see just how many other people have screwed sleeping patterns. From what I can tell, there seems to be quite a few who continually wake up still tired, lethargic throughout the day and up to all hours at night. I guess for me, it's the lack of routine that disrupts everything.
I've applied for jobs, about 8 in the past week but alas, nothing. Always the case. So disheartening and depressing. Especially when you consider a good friend lost his job. That makes two people now that have been made redundant under the age of 20.
I finally joined the gym. After making the New Year's resolution that I will, I did. I try to be a man of my word so I'm happy about this goal. It ain't too bad, except for the morning after my first session where my arm was locked into place from benchpressing. So with any luck, throwing a bunch of weights around and straining every inch of me, I may just be able to walk around next Christmas comfortably with an ironboard chest without worrying about what people will say about my boobs and the gut that accompanies them.
In other news, got bashed up a week ago. First time I've ever had a black eye. Now, normally I can talk my way out and run away to avoid any such confrontation, but this was utterly unprecedented. A friend and I were walking home after some drunken fun wrestling on the side of the highway, making silly noises between ourselves that in no way, can be misinterpreted as discriminatory, racist, or insulting. There were two girls in front of us with their bottle of Beam. As we departed ways, the little shits decided to verbally attack us about our noises and take it personal. Next we know, these "girls" are running full belt at us. We hold our ground. Surely two girls can't do much? They're girls. Sweet little girls who go to Heaven. But these fuckfaces were anything but. I was punched in my head, my mate tackled with his t-shirt wrapped around his body like a straight jacket. What made matters worse for us is the fact they were Mauris. Big, beefy Mauri girls. Luckily for me I suppose I didn't write about this when I got home with clenched fists with a swollen face, mumbling racist insults left, right, and centre. After I told her where to go and what she can do, she kept following. As I walked backwards, I was narrowly missing street signs and driveways, eventually I grabbed her arms trying to calm her down when the slag punched my eye. Anyway, I ended up on the other side of the Princes Highway, yelling out to my mate to drop it and walk off. First thing I thought of was what my Gran always says, "When you get into a fight, your mates will be the first to leave you for dead". I couldn't leave him but I couldn't risk getting involved and making matters worse. So, I rang the police. They were hopeless. After he managed to talk his way out, albeit a punched nose that made it more crooked, he was glad that I "got the violent one". Yay! Yeah! I'll take a few punches for a mate anytime! So here we were, sitting on the corner path, just like a scene out of "Fight Club" waiting for the police who never came and watching a couple of cop cars, AND an ambulance drive straight past.
It's only until now that the black eye has faded and the lumps receded. Mind you, I saw these two girls again last night walking the streets of Pakenham. I don't normally use it but in this case - cunts. Why is it that some black people have a chip on their shoulder? Seriously, we were having innocent fun, nothing to do with them and they turned around and attacked us! Downright irrational-thinking cunts. Boy I'm pissed. (Worthy to note that Today Tonight has an article about Australian girls and families being attacked and terrorised by these bastards).
In other big news, the Pope is dead. Good thing in a way as the poor bugger was suffering. I haven't really been much of a fan of him as I've always wondered what the hell it is exactly, that he does? But when he passed away, it wasn't until then, I heard the stories. Funny isn't it how when someone dies, people always say good things about them but rarely whilst they're alive?
He did squash Communism so that's a fair effort I reckon, not to mention the Berlin Wall. It wasn't until I stopped writing for a minute just now, that I noticed the first sentence - "the Pope is dead". This, is, literally, the biggest thing that may happen in our lifetimes. It's not everyday that a world leader so famous, powerful, and influential dies and subsequently, the attendance of mourners at the Vatican can clearly be seen from space! R.I.P. JP II.
It really is a crazy mixture in the media, funerals and weddings left, right, and centre. Rather interesting juxtaposition. Although I really couldn't give a rats arse about Prince Charles and you know who.
You know the more I think about "Anchorman" the more and more I like it. I highly recommend you watch it. Will Farell is a champion when it comes to humor and acting. Top stuff! Top movie!
Well I've done it again and crapped on about random happenings from the past week. After having two big piss-ups from Friday night (whereby I acquired a certain girl's phone number within an hour and being asked out to the movies, getting pissed with old school chums, and hearing about a mate breaking into my house only for him to find I wasn't in my bed!) to the pool\spa party last night that had too much run, white rum and Whiskey mixes along with crazy sexual happenings in the spa where things involving objects were inserted, gay fantasies, elephant leaves, toe-licking, same sex kissing, and naked tities. Who knows what the camping trip up on the Yarra River will hold this week.