Ahahah! What a great day.
We woke up late, feeling shit grabbed a cheap spinach and cheese triangle from the spunky girl at A1 and a coffee and chocolate biscuit. Ben ran away to throw up. We went home and shot some shit. Fitzroy and Polyester books was a short drive away. We ran into the E!E! dudes at the front, flicked through and bought a Vice Do's and Don'ts. Caroline yelled out my name across the street, we met up and caught a tram to the army shop with her and Milo. Pete looked at jumpers, I looked at knives, (I'm a man) and slippers. We got some honey roasted macadamia nuts and looked in lush at their creams and soaps. The girl got us excited so I bought some mud soap, we all got free face masks, Pete like the girl at the counter, she liked him too.
We got back to fitzroy, picked up some bulbs and drove to Caroline and Milos to look at their dogs and play pool. Z and Indigo are the dogs and they are amazing. We had some bulbs and listened to reggae, looked at some hentai, and played pool, I wasn't interested with pool, I was busy playing with magnetized screws but we won anyway and went home to eat.
Ben, Steve, Megs and Anne were at home, we popped bulbs together and smoked a joint to the gangsta hip hop playing on the radio (Naughty by Nature, Snoop). We had an impromptu table jam, Caroline and Megs took it to the living room, we pumped up the music, and made a breakdance circle, Steve ripped it up, we all had a go, the dancing degenerated into a wrestling frenzy. A toy piano came out, then another, then a drum machine, we were all jamming. I ripped it up, the music degenerated into a wrestling frenzy. Ben pulled out a giant drum and a flurry of tackles later we played some games with the dicta phone, recording bits of music each, "No Rules!" chanted the crowd. So rules were out and the game started.
Pete and i wrestled, I was getting him good until he punched me on the ass. We have it on tape.
We went to the party in a crowded car pulled up right next to the wine bottles at the drive in bottle shop with Suicidal Tendencies screaming and doors flew open as bystanders stood in amusement. 6 packs, bottles of wine and we were off with Slayer pumping out the windows.
At the party Megs and Caroline went crazy on the drums and took over the main room hitting things screaming and dancing. Steve and I spoke about current mexican immigration policy and reform, the exchange rate in botswana, subsection b on the latest round of economic rationalized decrees by the international monetary fund and the like.
Caroline and Megs went out the back with Milo to wrestle and fight. Sped up music played on the stereo, we drunk and talked and played question tennis, I was a worthy opponent to Steve. He proposed to me, Ben yelled at him in disgust, they fought over my hand in marriage. "You can both have me" I told them.
We drove home and eat burnt bread with chunks of organic butter, carrot with peanut butter and mayo. Whatever man.
We all went to bed.
Sunday, June 17
Wednesday, June 13
Melbourne is amazing, I have never been happier anywhere else before, its WOW. I love the people, the place, the vibe, the parties, i am more myself, everyday i actually look up into the sky and smile and get excited about life..
There's all these parties etc, jazz full moon parties, under the bridge alcohol parties, mad hatters tea parties etc. Place to jam, I'm not scared of talking to new people, I'm not paranoid before going out, which in Sydney i always am. Everyone is into something, making holograms, writing, surreal art, etc etc etc. Its amazing, but instead of making me feel small and useless its actually inspiring.
Melbourne Vs Sydney? Hah!
Melbourne, easily.
There's all these parties etc, jazz full moon parties, under the bridge alcohol parties, mad hatters tea parties etc. Place to jam, I'm not scared of talking to new people, I'm not paranoid before going out, which in Sydney i always am. Everyone is into something, making holograms, writing, surreal art, etc etc etc. Its amazing, but instead of making me feel small and useless its actually inspiring.
Melbourne Vs Sydney? Hah!
Melbourne, easily.
Friday, June 8
I don't know if life is meaningless... I doubt it.
I can't help but perceive meaning in its complex interconnections and weaving. True meaning. A repeating motif, a magic that gives life substance..
Nothing else rings with the bell truth and passion like a synchronous event which is perceived as meant for me and me only. This is I would call 'Magic'.
Magic manifests to those most willing to perceive it, I am sure.
It is made equally manifest in others, but misperceived or ignored so it is as if it never was.
Magic I believe, is the ability of consciousness to create complex patterns and personal meanings from random information and events. Magic is how life evolves, how music is formed, how everything we perceive came to be. We put it together in our mind and perceive its meaning in relation to us.
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It seems like when great gains come, great losses are just around the corner. You meet a girl, and a week later your car gets wrecked in an accident.. Of course it can happen in inverse, or together, then you're in Murphy's territory (and wasn't he an optimist?).
When you think you've got it solved, a spanner is thrown in the works, we can't see it, but of course we beg for it, otherwise what would make us wake up the next morning? There is no joy in contentment.
If you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans.
This relates to me because my new life in Melbourne is perfect.. but two days ago..
My laptop got stolen in a robbery, and all my information, with my hard drive, is gone. I've been working on getting that laptop up to speed non stop for two weeks. The day I fixed it, is the day it gets stolen.
But look, I have money, my soul isn't crushed, I'm somewhere I love with people I enjoy and find stimulating. Maybe I shouldn't have focused so much on that damn laptop anyway. Of course I need to justify this to myself (ITS AN INHERENT HUMAN NEED AND THOSE BEST AT IT ARE LEADERS OR SOCIOPATHS. OR BOTH) to make it work. But it works. As "Bob" Sex: "Pull the Wool over YOUR OWN eyes!" and I have. I've grieved, mourned, now I'm back.
It's much easier to get over a stolen laptop than a stolen girlfriend!
Luckily i backed up a lot of photos, which are really the most important thing.
HOWEVER. Praise BOB. I quit my job, and slacked off! By quitting my job and slacking off, my old work paid me a large payout, which means I ave been able to buy a NEW laptop (a shiny shiny MAC) and have enough left over to live well for a few months!
All it took was some Slack, some risk, some bold..
I can't help but perceive meaning in its complex interconnections and weaving. True meaning. A repeating motif, a magic that gives life substance..
Nothing else rings with the bell truth and passion like a synchronous event which is perceived as meant for me and me only. This is I would call 'Magic'.
Magic manifests to those most willing to perceive it, I am sure.
It is made equally manifest in others, but misperceived or ignored so it is as if it never was.
Magic I believe, is the ability of consciousness to create complex patterns and personal meanings from random information and events. Magic is how life evolves, how music is formed, how everything we perceive came to be. We put it together in our mind and perceive its meaning in relation to us.
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It seems like when great gains come, great losses are just around the corner. You meet a girl, and a week later your car gets wrecked in an accident.. Of course it can happen in inverse, or together, then you're in Murphy's territory (and wasn't he an optimist?).
When you think you've got it solved, a spanner is thrown in the works, we can't see it, but of course we beg for it, otherwise what would make us wake up the next morning? There is no joy in contentment.
If you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans.
This relates to me because my new life in Melbourne is perfect.. but two days ago..
My laptop got stolen in a robbery, and all my information, with my hard drive, is gone. I've been working on getting that laptop up to speed non stop for two weeks. The day I fixed it, is the day it gets stolen.
But look, I have money, my soul isn't crushed, I'm somewhere I love with people I enjoy and find stimulating. Maybe I shouldn't have focused so much on that damn laptop anyway. Of course I need to justify this to myself (ITS AN INHERENT HUMAN NEED AND THOSE BEST AT IT ARE LEADERS OR SOCIOPATHS. OR BOTH) to make it work. But it works. As "Bob" Sex: "Pull the Wool over YOUR OWN eyes!" and I have. I've grieved, mourned, now I'm back.
It's much easier to get over a stolen laptop than a stolen girlfriend!
Luckily i backed up a lot of photos, which are really the most important thing.
HOWEVER. Praise BOB. I quit my job, and slacked off! By quitting my job and slacking off, my old work paid me a large payout, which means I ave been able to buy a NEW laptop (a shiny shiny MAC) and have enough left over to live well for a few months!
All it took was some Slack, some risk, some bold..
Thursday, June 7
the UGHHHH was BECAUSE.. FUCK IM SO ANGRY WITH MY FUCKING COMPUTER FIRST IT WAS THE KEYBOARD THEN THEY REPLACED THE MOTHERBOARD WHICH FUCKED THE VIDEO DRIVERS SO I GOT OTHER VIDEO DRIVERS BUT THE NEW VIDEO DRIVERS WERE FUCKED SO THEY REPLACED THE SCREEN AND THE MOTHERBOARD BUT THE DRIVERS WERE STILL FUCKED THEN I TOOK OFF THE DRIVERS AND THE PC WAS FINE BUT THE LAST TIME THEY FIXED IT THEY FUCKED THE FAN WHICH OVERHEATED THE CPU WHICH FUCKED MY COMPUTER AND I FIXED IT BUT THEY SENT ME A NEW ONE AND NOW IVE GOTTA TRANSFER ALL THE DATA OVER AND RE INSTALL EVERYTHING BUT ITS NOT THAT SIMPLE CUZ IM TRYING TO MAKE A FUCK DAMN PARTITION TO HAVE TWO XP'S ONE FOR AUDIO AND ONE FOR EVERYTHING ELSE IS THAT SO MUCH TO FUCKING ASK YOU FUCKERS AT MICROSOFT AND DELL FUCK YOU I HAVE TO RE-FORMAT, RE-INSTALL, PARTITION, RE-FORMAT, RE-INSTALL AND THEN CROSS MY FUCKING FINGERS IT WORKS THIS IS THE THIRD TIME FUCK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!
GRRR.
Its my third day of partitioning and installing os's AGHHH.
it makes it hard for me to think or talk about anything but that! ITS TAKING OVER MY LIFE.
On other news... my mum called me up ..
'Have you got a job"
"No mother"
grandfather calls me up
"Have you got a job yet Pablo?"
"NO!"
GEEZ its like the only measure of success or of 'doing something' is having a job. I've probably got more money than they have in the bank, i'm eating well, sleeping well, living for a change, and all they're concerned with is a fucking job.
People are shocking, i could be living in a shoebox in the city, underslept, sick of lasagna and pizza, but as long as i had a job as a bank clerk, hey hey.
I'm so bitter today aha.
GRRR.
Its my third day of partitioning and installing os's AGHHH.
it makes it hard for me to think or talk about anything but that! ITS TAKING OVER MY LIFE.
On other news... my mum called me up ..
'Have you got a job"
"No mother"
grandfather calls me up
"Have you got a job yet Pablo?"
"NO!"
GEEZ its like the only measure of success or of 'doing something' is having a job. I've probably got more money than they have in the bank, i'm eating well, sleeping well, living for a change, and all they're concerned with is a fucking job.
People are shocking, i could be living in a shoebox in the city, underslept, sick of lasagna and pizza, but as long as i had a job as a bank clerk, hey hey.
I'm so bitter today aha.
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