Happy, happy, birthday. To me!

Hmm.. its hard for me to even find the words to communicate my amazing birthday. To be frank (hi frank) I didn't really want anything, I don't need anything, I've already had all the presents I could have gotten. A good life, fine friends, laughs, health, girl, etc. So I was really just happy to be, and to know that this year has been so amazing.

My friends are so wonderful.. Steve gave me a kitsch old skool yellow color pokemon gameboy, a packet of quattro biscuits and batteries. Moscow left a bag full of candy and biscuits on my door and a framed picture of Elvis. Austin sent me a Prince Harry and William postcard in an envelope full of confetti. Sophie sent a giant lipsmacker, some letters and pictures she drew. Zack gave me a big bag of Mexican corn-flour and Dominca gave me a mint vintage box of "Squatter" the Australian wool game.



And then..
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Waking hungover from our night of fake blood and glad wrap.. I receive a phone call from Ben,

"Did you get our message? Read the first clue."

I run to his room where this mysterious first clue is hidden, and so begins an eight part adventure of poems and treasure finding, with hidden treats and presents throughout the house. Candy, Wizz Fizz, Toy Robots, Kaleidoscopes. they know me so well! The last clue leads me to two tapes, labeled, one and two. "Insert the first tape" it says.

I run to the tape player and push play. Ben speaks.

"So Pablo.. you've made it to the final clue, you have come far in your journey, now that you have overcome the eight treacherous puzzles it is time for you to receive your real present. Congratulations on completing your quest, your present is..
two tickets to..

*Please insert tape 2*"

DAMMIT!

I rush to insert the second tape..

It's comin' back around again!
This is for the people of the sun!

OH MY GOD!! RAGE!!!!!!

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Pixie and I jumped up and down screaming like crazy into the living room. I call them back, Ben and Megs were hoping to buy the tickets that day, unaware the show sold out in minutes. Dammit! I thought it was too good to be true.. But what a thought on their behalf!

We sorted it out, we're getting tickets to the Big Day Out instead. So I'll still see Rage. OMG. I'm so excited! I even wrote OMG. Right there, did you see it? O.M.G.

Pix and I went into my room, we lay in bed eating candy and watching simpsons. "Damn, I need more sleep".. "Me too".. "Can't sleep.." "Wanna smoke a joint?" .. "Yes, oh god yes"...

We almost had everything we needed, but no papers. I lumbered around my room, searching. "God, it's my birthday, all I want from you is a tally ho" .. I think this in my head. I open my bottom drawer as a final resort and staring at me is a big piece of cardboard with "BOB" written on it,
and four rolling papers on top.

Thanks Bob.

We smoked j's and slept in till 5 pm. Where we went on a frantic burger and shopping expedition. We bought food and made a giant penis shaped cheesecake. Zoe dropped by and drove me to feed Z and Indigo, (Milo and Carolines amazing dogs). Came back to Kieran and his friend, we had delicious Aztec Soup and Mexican Pie. Dominca was there too. The party ended up with us dancing to Russian music and Frank Sinatra in the kitchen, me with roller skates, Dominca and pixie dirty dancing, and Keiran and friend just going off.

Normally I would have a lot more friends at my birthday party, but they are all gone. All.of.them. I mean, like fifteen people I'm good friends with have all gone traveling for the next two weeks, it's like this mass exodus. Where everyone I know leaves Melbourne, and I stay, to start work, while my mother visits.

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P.S - I MISS RACHEL

There's a certain lucidity of thought that comes about when one reaches the correct level of enebriation...

If you asked me what I was doing last night at four a.m, I would tell you that I was in a bedroom with three girls, while my head was covered in glad wrap and fake blood dripped all over my face.. and that was before things got weird.

Day after party -16th sep - clean up, jessie gazebo man, voodoo woman, zoe made brekky, compliment fest, steve so happy.

Tuesday - couldnt get xbox 360, had drinks came home, electricity out, milo and caroline came by, moscow made hippie sludge.

Wednesday - Went to bingo with steve, crazy story

Thursday - got to medical drunk, laurans, home out of it, megans birthday, no sleep lots of drnking had to be walked home.

Friday - woke up feeling great. steve was hungover., watched crap bollywood movie.

Saturday - Kelly came to visit, hung out in room listening to old 80's hits like uprock and dancing, zoe came by, we went to Steves gig, zoe came back to sleep over.

Sunday - high vibest festival, missed zoe was hanging with lauran and dominca and pixie, watched a beach boys cover band with steve and kelly, sat out back drinkning beer with milo, watched combat wombat, steve did giraffe and pixie fell off her chair, he got a date, very excited, i went home, lauran came along.

Monday - felt weird, a bit sad because everyone is leaving and im starting work, freaked out about mum visiting,

Tuesday - Ben and Megs left for their adventure, steve dropped by, he gave me a yellow pokemon gameboy for my birthday! how exciting, we went out to

Wednesday - Sent important emails and helped steve move out of his house, hung out didnt feel great, missed chayas exhibition, stayed at home, got stoned and watched the good the bad and the ugly.

Thursday - Went shopping with Kathy from jobsearch to get some clothes, came home and steve got picked up for his sydney tour, i went to laurans, her and her friend chay were lying in the backyard listening to jimi hendrix and drinking beer, it was nice and sunny, had some words and had to leave to go to guitar lessons, which werent on, and then to yoga, which felt like i hadnt done it for ages, afterwards went to have a kebab and beer with lauran and chay, pixie came by, we drank a fair bit, some weird guys gave us blueberry muffins and talked shit, we gave them fake names, pixie devoured the muffin. Went home but decided to go to Lauran and Chays instead, drunk more beer, got wrapped in glad wrap, poured fake blood on our faces and a random neighbour showed up through the window, danced and passed out inside covered in fake blood.

Friday - BIRTHDAY - Clues and surprises, pixie and i, sleep, BOB, burger, cooking, dancing in roller skates to frank sinatra, great pressies, zoe sleep.

'we could go to abby dobson tomorrow"
"who's abby dobson?"
"i don't know"
"we could go to abby dobson"
"ill have a look"
her website was a flash enhanced one, tho i found her music disgusting almost to the point of depression, my friend steve found t the most poignant and relevant music he'd heard in his life
"lets go to abby dobson"
i shuddered
"i like it, lets go".
ugh
I did need a review in by friday, it could be of anything, as long as it was funny or interesting. Maybe this would be funny or interesting.. "i hope so" i said
"we can just crap on about things, we dont even have to go, just crap on and send them that"
"hmm" .. i thought about it,
"how about we just pretend we went"
my phone called "hey man, what are you doing"
"im writing an article for this magazine"
"oh youre getting drunk! thats excellent."

"Steve and I had to find something to do on a wednesday night, so we called in at imbibe , local drinking bar, brunswick, free wednesday bingo. "It was professor plum, with the candle stick, in the living room, no ahh.. BINGO!" Steve won a beer. "I WON I WON! ah I mean.. BINGO!" I won the second. "SNAP!" yelled steve, "no wait! BINGO!" and steve took home the jackpot. $20 worth of free bingo beer. Gloating in our sense of accomplishment and success we sat out in the well positioned beer garden, drinking our victory. Two girls approached, they could smell our winning musk. "Wanna play cards?" we did, we lost. But we called them idiots and that made us hot. 'Wanna come blow up four hundred balloons with us?' We asked, one of them did. We covered our house in balloons, like that song, 99 red balloons, except there were 3 or 4 hundred balloons, and not all of them were red. If you want a girl, invite her to come blow up balloons, guaranteed success. Bingo skills help.

4 out of 5 stars. "Hey! this bar is great, its like cheers, but not cheers, its this bar!"

"Just when you thought it couldn't get any better.."

Is this houses motto. It's a hard one to argue with, things do get better and better, sometimes they get so much that it's dizzying!

It's been party month. Party month has lived up to its name. I could go a whole year without seeing another birthday, party or balloon again. It's party saturation to the max. I've had so much fun!!

Pete, in what is a most respected move, came from Sydney to hang out with us for our street party On friday night we went to see Stereo Total, the gig was ok, nothing fantastic, but a good excuse to go out and watch a crazy german and french chick singing above a casio beat. we got a little pissed and danced. Ben was going off! The Stereo Total flag got stolen and the girl singer got very annoyed, but it was returned and everything was happy.

We came back home to listen to old crap 80's songs, Ben got particulartly excited by Kiss from a Rose by Seal and started humping the air like a wild dog on heat, then we had an argument as to whether Drazic or Ryan from heartbreak high were better characters. I stick by Ryan, Drazic was a dick for most of it, but Ben and Pete powerfully disagreed.

Megs told us to keep it down, for the first time ever, so we did. I dreamt of painting Broccoli's in glow paint and putting them under U.V lights to take photos off them. It could be good..

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Steve showed up thrusting his hips in party anticipation. We spent the morning shopping and hanging lanterns, streamers, getting the sound system and the food ready. Bit by bit people arrived. It was rather lax until the sound system showed up, and people began flooding in.

By 7 pm I was drunk. The haystack of love was set up, 20 cents a turn, same for gravel hill, loungeroom adventure, pinata 2000 and the toilet. 20 cents, what a bargain, yet people got narky when I demanded they pay to use the toilet!

"That's 20 cents! I'm sorry I don't make the rules"
"Yes you do, it's your party!"
"Oh.. Ok, I make the rules, but I don't enforce them!"
"Yes you are, you're enforcing them right now!"
"OK! I make the rules AND I enforce them! Now pay the 20 cents."

People got annoyed, idiots.

Salsa dance music, beers were drunk, loads and loads of nachos eaten, (I mean loads), the vibe was perfect, street party atmosphere in a big parking lot with dim colorful lighting, I dj'd some great tunes hitting that perfect balance between cheese and unknown, then danced away like crazy.

"It's like all my dreams come true!" I shouted into the air as I danced to Young Mc and Michael Jackson with 30 others.

Zoe came by, she brought me a Futon, we snuggled and sat by the fire. Everyone was there, Kieran, Chaya, Lex, Wyon, Caroline (she was going OFF dancing on chairs and hanging by the haystack of love), Steve, Chelsea, Debs, George (hanging out with clouds of smoke billowing out his nostrils offering everyone some of his constantly lit joint), a young boy called Noah who adopted me as his friend and hung out with me.



As the night wore on Tarquin played his set wearing half a pinata on his head, Carla and I drummed in the background but she got annoyed at a guy that was interrupting her or drumming too loud. I was on fire, hitting every beat I meant to. Pete went to the neighbors house to drink tea for a while.

Megs ran out to get me, "Forget everything, this is the best shit you've ever seen! come with me now!" I ran after her.

Ben had poured a liter of oil on the kitchen floor and people were sliding around dancing and laughing, Megs and I slid around holding arms until we both fell over laughing.

As the night wore on, Steve and I performed a couple of Beta Male Sex Palace tracks, they went down well. I walked indoors thinking the party was close to over but I'd forgotten about the oil and the dancing inside, the party was still going OFF!



I sat in the living room, where clarinets, a double bass, bongos and guitars were played and jumped in with my own beats. Quick enough I was busting fat with everyone else and the place took off.

Like an explosion of perfect energy our jam became a tribal beat that sent everyone crazy. Afterwards I couldn't conceal my joy, I looked at the guy next to me and hugged him. Zoe was waiting for me to go to bed, I finally called it quits and went to sleep. It was a good night too.

What a party.

I was with dogman, fanny, timmy and spirit mike having a night picnic in the thick grass by the train station. Being an Argentinian my keen knowledge of the territory had led us to this shrouded spot. We drank wine and ate pasta, solving crime as it came. When suddenly three men appeared from the shadows. Dogman barked. They stopped and yelled at us "We know youre fucking there dickheads, we're coming to fucking get your phone". The men became aggressive, "Chill out bro" yelled fanny. "Who the fuck you calling bro, im not yuour bro, youre fucking dead" He flashed a knife. The three men appeared to be of middle eastern appearance. They threw rocks that hit a couple of us pretty hard. Fanny called the police. When the three men heard the call they started to walk away. The cops came, they had arrested a man with a knife up the road and needed us to make statements. They called us the 'famous five' crime fighting team. Then we had to go to the station to make statements and identify the dudes and so on, and so on, and so on. It took forever and was boring. But the cops let us drink our goon inside the station, that was nice.

I dont know if right now is the best time to write this, but i feel it..

My life has been going through some amazing changes lately, and i have achieved things i never thought possible. I have given up things that i never thought i would, and taken on others.. this isnt very descriptive.. its hard to be when i speak about something so personal.

Im growing.. everything has helped.. my friends, the place i live in, the food i eat, everything.. its like.. i dont know, its like im the luckiest person in the world, i dont know how, or why, i am where i am, i dont suppose it should matter to anyone but me.. all i can say is 'thank you'.

I mean it. Thank you.

Thank you so much.

You do create your environment, and your environment creates you. All anything takes is a choice, and of course it sounds easy but it doesnt seem so.. but all it is is a choice.

I went riding to my friends house to read comics with her.. on my way, riding my bike by the river, other friends of mine were on the other side, playing drums and bongo, accordion.. practicing, i heard their music, i recognized the silhouette of a hat and dropped by, precariously hopping over rocks and slimy stones to get to the other side and watch them play under the shining sun.. i ran around and looked at graffitti and at the river as they did. Its moments like those that make life amazing.. I left to read comics, my friend lent me so many, she was so happy to share them with me.. I was gushing.. i could feel my throat filling up with love.. love for everything, love for all the love ive received..

I slept in the bed of a girl i like.. we made out.. she took off my necklace and put it on and we kissed.. 'careful, thats my soul'.. I smiled, she did too, 'are you going to leave it with me?'.. 'im not sure, are you a thief?'.. 'of course not'.. and i left it, but not on purpose, i honestly forgot it. Now i feel ive left my soul with someone.. and it makes me feel naked and uncomfortable, but excited, and i dont know how things will turn, but i will get my necklace back, it will tell us more about each other than talk could do.. She wrote to me, she'd been thinking about my dream.. she thought about my dream! and wrote to me about it!.. and how it could represent troubles that i run away from that change form but mean nothing, they arent really that serious, but i keep on creating them.. she's smart, it makes sense.. i think im on my way.

..I let go of something very dear to me, not the necklace, something i've carrying my whole life that i can do without. Its a big thing.

Yoga is opening me up, i know it sounds lame, i hate those yoga guys, but so much has come in since i started, my teacher is amazing, he reads us, he helps us understands the moment. I told him about my shift, he gave me a hug.

I have been feeling strange all week.. 'like its 1999' i keep on saying, i couldnt understand it.. Steve talked to me about it. 'Do you feel outside of yourself?'

'I do!'

'Maybe youre dissociating, sometimes our brains need to disassociate to reintegrate data, to evolve, to change..'

'Wow.. maybe thats it.. so why do i feel like its 1999?'

'what happenned in 99?'

'i dunno.. i had a fever, glandular fever, it was pretty intense'

and i realized, that due to the fever i was disassociating at the time too, that was the connection, and maybe i need to be outside of myself to take in these changes, to evolve outside of me without me getting in the way.. it makes sense.. like a computer that you cant use while it defrags. My brain is on defrag...

..and its easing off, i feel better, but how can i put words to these feelings.. I can't.

This is for me, not for anyone else, you can read if you're interested, if you've read this far, know that the feeling you have for me are mutual to those i have for you.

Perfection is death, stagnation is death, change and evolution is life.

Humans have the power of autoevolution. Its a choice.

..and love is the glitch, i dont say that because i am in love. Tho i am, not to any particular or person, but generally.. We .. create.. what.. we want to experience and see.. but without us knowing, and .. well im out on philosophies, i dont mean it that way.. but .. things are bad.. and they change and its not easy, but they get better, they get worse.. Im just too full of things to say that i cant articulate.. its a communication outside of words.

Now im scratching my neck.

Whoa our house has turned into a sex pit, i got with zoe last night, she asked me to stay with her to warm her up, it was nice, she's really cute and has a great bum and now dominca who is another girl has invited me to go to her house to read comic books and drink tea, im worried that she wants to get with me, im pretty sure she does, but i just want to read comic books, she's cute but i like zoe, oh im scared i havent slept all night maybe ill be frail and easily convinced. My other housemates are all talking pick up lingo because we bought a book on picking up, ben is inviting girls to makeout town, megs is shacking up with moscow and steve is getting all this hot girls cracking onto him because of his live rendition of the little mermaid. The lingo around the house is something like.. "Yo nice neg but where's the pivot? you definitiley got an ioi from her bro, give her the cube and youre in!" etc.

I'm slowly rediscovering myself, and im really liking what ive been finding.

I have done possibly one of the biggest things i could do with my life ever this week. Nope, not telling a girl i like her. Something bigger than that. As big a thing as anyone could ever do.

The only bad part is i'll never be able to tell anyone about it. It's going to the grave with me.. (no its nothing pervy or creepy). Yet it fills me with personal joy. I can do this, I can do anything. And i've already done it.

Yay me.

holy shit, i had a dream with everything in it, like a situation, escalated WAY out of control..

It had the kkk, corrupt police, hillbillies, zombies, robots, car crashes, loose zoo animals, werewolves, rich texans, cult freaks, my pants turned into a skirt and i couldnt run, austin, he'd figured out a way to train the wolves and werewolves with a magic ring, there was a cheetah, a tiger, burning crosses, nailguns, thugs, security guards, those white walker robots from star wars, tom hanks, shit, and it was all over a crappy book some girl made of letters between high school girls talking about their sexuality, it was CRAP, i had to review it, the only reason i wouldnt let anyone take it was because she was my friend who made it, man they all wanted it, hell.

i even made a final great moving speech to a rock concert so they'd unite and help fight the texans, hillbillies, zombies and racists, they did, one by one, and joined me outside, till the robots came..

Advice from Steve..

6:54 PM

me: dudeu there?

be there dammit

Steve: yeah

whats up?

i'm downloading nintendo songs..

some of them are awesome.

like space harrier

:)

me: oh yeah they are

6:55 PM theres this orchestra that plays video game music

they came here last month

sold out in 20 minutes

Steve: i missed them

i saw some utube vids though

me: so i told a girl i like her

Steve: so you said

and..

6:56 PM me: i was dancing with a bucket on my head

Steve: nice

always a good look

did you have pants on?

me: i did on saturday

Steve: ok

you're safe then

6:57 PM if she didn't run away screaming.. you'll be fine

just ride it out

:)

me: hm, i think she likes me

i got a message this morning saying goodmorning pablito

Steve: nice..

me: i guess i should call her then

Steve: i think its time to use one of the greatest theories known to man..

me: e=mc2?

Steve: Grant Murral's Therory Of Confined Spaces..

6:58 PM me: ah yes.

Steve: yes. then we are agreed..

me: put her in a closet then?

Steve: you will take her out on a date.. then get her somewhere "enclosed" that is not your bedroom.. too much male hormones in there

maybe her house so she feels ok about it..

6:59 PM me: yes, i like it

Steve: and then you know what to do..

but get her out somewhere where its just you and her..

maybe follow her around a littl..

me: stalk her for a bit

Steve: yes

7:00 PM there is nothing wrong with that.. its all inlved in playing the game

trust me.. i did it with all of them

:)

holy shitfuck

so i got REALLY drunk for the last three days and now i told the girl i like that i like her and she said she'd been thinkin about me too and now im really scared i crashed my bike last night in the middle of the road drink riding it was so epic cars even stopped to beep now my ankle really hurts, turns out i was in my boxer shorts in the living room talking about the universe to some people, how the fuck did i end up in my boxer shorts?? and last night i was dancing with a bucket on my head, fuck i told the girl i like that i like her, oh fuck.

We had a Meat Fest, megs was out, so much meat, tray full, I ate so much, Jessie was there with his voodoo girlfriend jaboomba.

Tuesday went to fitzroy to do slingshot printing then went shopping at polyester, got two books, yes man and the game, came home to watch the lunar eclipse and open lucky dips, had an ultra bland dinner.

Wednesday bens birthday, decorated the kitchen to uber festive, steve made ben a song, had a party just the four of us got drunk and covered the house in confetti, made a cake for ben, had a great time drinking soju and playing russian roulette with cap gun, smoked a bit of weed and played with army men, passed out.

Thursday purple duck gig got drunk met girls maccin it hot chicks cracked onto steve, ran into dominca, talked girls on the way back home.

Friday stew came over went to party for laurens farewell, had chats about girls to keiran and claire, hung out with dj nick and danced like crazy, talked politics with a cute girl called phoebe, got really drunk, ended up in my boxer shorts talking about the universe, last one there. weird.saturday ultra seedy went to buy beer with milo, ran into phoebe invited her to party, i think she liked me, oh well, hung out waiting for jonny and drunk beer in the sun on the street, caroline came over we lazed about with zack and stew listening to music playing with photoshop and reading, rode bike to zoes and took some wine, had chats with sarita and zoe, rode to carlas party, zoe came, danced a lot and bursted out with how i like her around the fireplace then ran away, after we went for a walk, i lay it all out but i cant remember what i said, but she said she'd been thinking about me too, ran away danced, danced with a bucket on my head, invited ppl to party, love moscow and megan.

Woke in the morning to find Pixie was here with Ben wearin miniskirts and badmington outfits, played referee in secret garden game, then hung in my room and played with modelling clay, Pixie and i got excited about gunners and listened to them for three hours, got a1, watched the sunset, came to my room ben played moo2, read, hung out.