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And you run and you run to catch up with the sun,

It’s been a while since my last blog, a long while I guess. I stopped posting and change this blog to private for a little while because we created blogs in digital imaging and I didn't want to reveal all my dirty secrets..

Anyhoo, ummm... a bit has happened since my last post... I can’t really remember what needs to be said though.
There’s an alcohol ban on res at the moment it goes for a whole month, nobody follows it though, and in fact I’m drinking right now.
a few weeks ago there was a Res meeting thing, Raj (our RA) told us that we had had an room inspection, apparently my room was fine, but he read off a list of things that was not acceptable in our rooms things like 'rotting food, unclean dishes, empty alcohol bottles, rubbish, dirty clothing, general mess' and I swear every single thing he said was Darren’s room. Ha. I don’t think I’ve written yet, but one day Darren woke up in the hallway with a blow-up doll, another day I was talking to him and he told me about this old guy that took him home while he was wasted and gave him heaps of booze then offered to perform sexual acts upon him. Darren apparently played some punk music kicked over his TV. Drank all his booze and left. Apparently idk how much of what Darren says you can trust.

Class is going ok.. Except maybe for business.

I bought tame impala's album 'inner speaker' I do like their sound, but I think they may take a bit of getting use to some songs can sometimes grind my gears if I’m not in the mood, but overall it has a good psychedelic feel to it, also the cover art is worth a mention although I don’t think it really relates to the music.

I went to an opening at space 22, Dan Kelly-idk if I wrote about my meeting with him on here?-do anyhow, there were some pretty good collages that he had made there, the paintings were alright but nothing very impressive or extra extraordinary.
While I was there this old guy kept talking to me and asking me to come back to his place to see all his paintings.. He does ti-chi. a good thing did come of it though, he introduced me to a guy about the same age as me named 'Casey' and after the show we went to some jazzy/bluesy/arty lounge place and chatted for a long while, t'was good.

Arun taught me how to make Indian food, it’s pretty awesome stuff.

Last week on Thursday night I finished classes,
I also went out this night and did mushrooms. With Darren and a bunch of girls from camp street. I must say it was the most fun I had ever had while high, it’s not like pot, you don’t get all tense and non-social I just felt really happy an really had some fun. Saw allot of patterns and colours and when the music played it didn't take hold of you like it does on pot, you have allot of control. Eventually we were all in one room laying on a bed looking at a light that was changing colours and dancing around. Or just closing our eyes, it felt allot like something from the sixties. At about half past one I left, apparently sometime after I left everybody started stripping of and rubbing on each other. The walk home was fun; I could hear car noises and people yelling echoing down the street. The whole experience was pretty much exactly like a sixties song like 'the end' by the doors.
Tilly was angry again but forgave me. I shouldn't do this sort of stuff idk what I’m going to do when a situation arises like this again.

Everything’s going pretty well with Tilly, don’t want to ruin it.
Well I’m an alright boy friend I write her nice letters all the time.

Where have you been? It's alright we know where you've been, You've been in the pipeline filling in time.

The past few weeks have been weird I can’t really be bothered with all of it so just important things,
Me and Tilly went through 2 rough times
The first happened while I was at a party; I forgot what night it was...
anyhow, we started partying here on res until mid night or something when we travelled out to a party at north tower on the camp street campus, where it seems Darren brought a bud off his plant back home.. And I did have quite a bit.
And shit did I get high, getting high really isn’t fun. Well not for me, for me it’s just scary I get all paranoid. This time I was getting paranoid about not getting home, for the mean time I sat on the couch where the music was so loud it was shaking my whole world and for a little while I was shooting through space and trying to get off whatever was making my back so itchy. Then when somebody asked if we wanted to go home I got so excited, I really wanted to get home so bad. so we left the building and then while I was walking down some concrete stairs outside the building and my shadow was cast in front of me; I had this big black jacket on and for some reason while I’m like that I pretend to be different characters this time I was "secret agent Daniel, from the CIA" the fantasy in my head had ended by the time I got to the bottom. In the car (which was particularly shinny) on the ride home I said to the passenger Rhys on my right "buckle up, Buckeroo!" and also "let there be green lights and we did get green lights all the way home. at 3 am Adam walked past my room and heard music playing, I was tripping balls, luckily I didn't get very paranoid not the first time I had done it, when I heard voices.
Music is quite good, the best probably. Except for hip-hop because that shit burns.
And Tilly got very angry at me; I apologized and said I will not do it again, which I will not because I just spend all my time trying not to freak out. She forgave me.
Darren since as offered me shrooms and acid, I have declined both of them.

The week after that Tilly and I had a pregnancy scare which was horrible and just left me feeling sick. I plan never to let that happen again. I rather not talk about it.

But everything between her and me is heaps good, except for the fact that I never see her.
And class is going good, getting better every day I think.

Also I bought an eclectic guitar to mess around on; it’s good to unwind on.

Rape Yourself.

Dear Diary,
Last week I went camping in Aireys inlet with my girlfriend Matilda, I guess not much beats things like this walking on the beach holding hands and all that jazz.
Wild thing, you make my heart sing.

I caught a bus from Lorne back to Colac on Thursday to get an x-ray of my teeth; it has something to do with the root canal I may have to have.
Also that Thursday one of our dogs died, bye bye Charlie the dog. Me and William my brother dug the hole for him, I did most of the digging and I noticed that William didn’t like to touch his body, it reminds me of the time when I was younger when my dog ‘Scotty’ died and I buried him by myself in the back yard in the rain, that also reminds me of another time when I watched my dad drag a moaning calf to the back door then put a gun to its head and put it out of its misery.

You know what’s a good song? ‘little lion man’

I bought a 3 disc best of genesis Cd, I enjoy some of the songs but i think they’re on of those bands you’ll only listen to if you’re in the mood for then. I can’t really enjoy them like I enjoy Floyd, they don’t sound as.. Organic?

-Mr Stickle

Ginger, ginger, Jennifer Gentle you're a witch.

yesterdayaspartofreswegettheseresactivitythingswheretheunipaysforpartofitwe
choselazorskirmishandmyconclusionisthatsiswasfunbutcosttoomuch.

stop and say hello

I didn’t go back home again his weekend, I decided to stay here and catch up on home work.
This meaning I will not see my Matilda for another week, but the separating is good cause I’m starting to realise how much I really do love being with her.

There was some party on Friday; Else, Rachel and Adams drama friends invited them to. I wasn’t going out till they invited Darren, matt, Chris and me along too.
The party was French themed and seems it was a drama party everyone dressed up and for a while Darren, matt, Chris and me felt a little out of place... well, that was until everyone got drunk. I finished off what was left of my Smirnoff and half another little bottle in the first hour, so I was pretty darn good for the rest of the night.
The party was better than we expected it to be at the start of the night, apparently according to else my dancing was wicked cool, anyhow I got on the smokes again and me and Darren had a go on a joint, but I was much too drunk to feel the effects... Although it did make it harder to stand.
I should be careful on that shit though it hasn’t gone down well in the past.

So the next morning I had one of my worst hangovers ever, I actually got a head ache this time, usually I prepare the night before and drink allot of water. Kinda funny though, spewing out the window of my 2nd story room
From now on I’ll cut down on the amount. It’s not the best the next morning, no matter how wicked cool I was dancing.

Confectionery

My roommate bought an eclectic guitar, this has made him allot cooler,
Anyhow classes continued as normal this week, me finding myself more and more bored and lonely. Although I have been talking a bit with a kid from my class ‘cane’, and it was nice to sit with Adam and else to have lunch one day this week, but this will not be a regular occurrence seems their lunch breaks are at different times and what not.

Me and cane decided to go into this funny Japanese/Korean store on.. yesterday so they had lots of foren things in there and I say hey, I’m going to buy the weirdest looking drink here.
A green one with little bits floating in it, resembles swamp water.
I drank half of it, the taste isn’t too bad it just the floaty bits make you gag.

Yesterday was also Rhys's birthday and St Patricks day, so I went and bought a bottle of Smirnoff, then with the bottle hidden inside my jacket we hit the town.
We went to some pub I don’t know the name of it costed 4 dollars to get in and you get 2 free pots... or wine. I was mixing my Smirnoff but then decided it was better straight, not the best thing to do.
So the night was like any on the town I guess, fairly crap, loud music, sleazy guys and slutty girls.
It was this flirt night thing they gave us a number when we walked in and you could write messages to other numbers or something, but Daniel didn’t play this silly game cause Daniel has a girl friend.
I hung with Darren most of the night, his a cool bloke. Drinks allot, has done his share of drugs, smokes allot too, so I smoked quite allot.
Anyhow, I’m not sure what time it was but the others had gone home and it was just me and Darren for a bit, until I thought it to be too late to stay out with class tomorrow. So at something like 1 in the morning I walk home completely smashed,
With no keys to the house.
I was thinking the whole way that the door would be locked,
And it was, front door and back door both locked. So I thought hey the kitchen window is usually open! So I ran around to the kitchen window and tried my hardest to open it, it didn’t budge... but the widow next to that was open... that someone’s room. ‘Agi’ or something like that lives there, his another Indian. I knocked about 4 times but no one answered so I opened up the window and jumped straight in and fell strait on my face on his bed, a little disorientated I slide off his bed onto the floor, the room was pitch black, except for one line of light shinning from under the door, I crawl across the door toward my goal. I had made it back.
So today I had class at the art gallery, still pretty good even with a hangover

Now wakes the Owl, Now sleeps the Swan.

I wasn’t going to go home for the week end but as it turns out I had to because of an orthodontist appointment, but I don’t mind because going home means I can visit tilly.
I went and bought a new pair of jeans on Friday a black skinny pair, but while trying them on my phone slipped from my pocket and hit a polished concrete floor breaking something inside of it and now all that shows up on screen is two pink lines. But it’s ok now because I replaced it when I got back to Colac, it’s all good except I lost all my sexy messages Tilly had sent me.

I slept ok that night and awoke to find a series of drunken txt’s from Tilly containing flattering messages about my.. Body..
Saturday was a wonderful day, I and Tilly spent the day kissing and touching each other’s belly and nibbling each other’s ears body’s tingling with delight.
She also said she ‘loved’ me for the first time, I said I didn’t know what love is but this is the closest thing I’ve ever felt, I said I loved being with her, touching her and making her happy.

But nothing lasts forever and now I’m back in Ballarat a bit of a loner.
But I like that.

But Gravity always wins.

The weekend was Tilly’s 18th birthday party; after Wednesday’s incident I decided that it was probably best not to drink very much if at all.
I did end up drinking we had a punch there and I drank allot of it but all the alcohol I drank all night had no effect whatsoever but I’m not complaining, because I didn’t pay for any of it alcohols much too expensive.
The party was a rocky horror themed and I went as brad when I where the same glasses and comb my hair to the side I look allot alike him.
there was allot of 'rookie' yr 12 drunks there, the night was kinda funny except for my friend Curtis being very depressed, he was not drinking because he had patrol in the morning so instead he just sulked in the corner, sure you don’t have to drink but that does not mean you can’t have fun.
I didn’t talk to tilly very much throughout the night because she was too busy greeting people, but we did run off to make out every so often and that night after the majority of people went to bed me and tilly also did so, I didn't get much sleep though.

When you don’t see each other for 2 weeks there is certainly allot of energy that builds up and then when it’s released.

I call Tilly my beautiful apricot baby because that’s what I called her once while I was drunk, drunken Daniel is such a charmer.

The next day I spent more time alone with Tilly, there was one really beautiful moment when we were laying in the sun on an old couch in each other’s arms going through old love messages we had sent to each other.
But then I had to leave, so I kissed her good bye and Steven drove me home.

She sent me a picture of her I have on my home, its allot like an older one of her I have but on her hand instead of saying 'I miss you' it says 'I want u!'
Some of it’s a bit hard to explain, especially when you sleepy like I am.
Why am I sleepy?
Because my room mate Chris gets drunk every night.
It’s kinda funny though, but he swears allot and gives me garbage bags while I’m in the shower.

King you shall be one if you wish, look for your queen.

So, I have a bit of updating it seems,
Well
Last Saturday I went to Tilly’s and gave her a handmade card and some cd’s I got my brother to burn seems I was away at uni. She told me she loved the card and that I had written things no one have ever said to her before, I especially like the last line which went a little something like this ‘I hope you feel as pretty and beautiful as you are’
Such a charmer.
So that day while spooning tilly I said something about us not officially being together and she asked me if I was going to ask her I said maybe to which she replied ‘Danny, will you be my boyfriend?’ I said I would and much love making was made.

The week went on I went back to Ballarat and tilly txt’d me every day saying she misses me muchly which is always a great thing to read when you’re feeling alone up here in cold cold Ballarat.
Tuesday arrived and one of the house mates here ‘Adam’ the English man was celebrating his birthday, a few of us put in 6 dollars for some rum, and we all got very happy perhaps a little too happy, so happy that I forgot that I was on antibiotics..
For which I paid for the next day.
I spewed up twice in the morning on Wednesday, then went to class I had sculpture but had to leave at about 11 o’clock because I spewed again.
Then I made the hard journey home...
Spewing into the drain every 50 metres it took me an hour to walk a 20 min walk.
It was bad a few people asked if I was ok, but they were usually males and alone and I mean come on?? Here I was spewing up bile and they are asking me if I was ok.
I crawled down a major street with strangers just ignoring me and walking by thinking I was on drugs or something. I spewed into a pot plant in front of quite a few people no one helped.
I asked some for a ride but got none.
At one stage I was spewing up outside a school the principal asked if I was going home to my mum, I shook my head; my mum’s an hour and a half away.
Wow I was bad.
There was a bit of a trail left by me, but I got home alright just a bit dirty from crawling. Had a sleep and I was ok?
I’m still behind I’ll do another update later.

Certainly no Turnip.

Well, how long has it been now? 2 weeks since my last blog.
I'm not going to bother apologising to you, I have has no time to write anything plus I can even access the internet at Uni. but it’s ok now that I have a laptop.

Yes so I started uni.
it all started just 2-3 weeks ago, I moved into accommodation at Vic street which is about 20-15 mins walk to camp street campus where I got to school.
so I moved in on the Friday night and throughout the weekend the accommodation provides this O-weekend kind of experience for first years, so we were doing all those annoying getting to know you games for a couple days, slowly getting more and more impatient with the annoying "R.A"'s because you see they're all like "come on GUYS get up and play some games! yay this is fun!! yAY!!" ugh go away, one thing that was annoying the first week was sunburn.
anyhow, we also did other fun things like go-karts, dodge ball and lazor force.
hey why'll I’m on the topic of people that really grind my gears at lazor force we got a chance to meet people from other res's and what’s annoying is apparently Ballarat has a great PE course so there’s about a hundred sex brained dirty talking arrogant fucking jock douches, ugh i just cannot stand being around them you know how they're always taking like "THAT CHICK IS SO HOT!!! oh! LETS GO RUN, YEEAH!!" i hate that.

class is good, i never really had a O-week because there is a lot of mature aged students in my class and they don’t want a O-week. so for me it was straight into it. which is a lot different to all my house mates who were getting home at different times and got free movie tickets and all this, so i kinda felt like more like a loner, but I kinda like that.
I like being the outsider arty guy.
Mysterious.

I’ll tell you a little about my house mates:
Adam: a English man who lives in Australia, his fairly funny , loud, never stops talking, his course is Acting . his a nice guy and i seem to get along with him alright.
Arun: a Indian student who came to Australia 6 months ago, sharing a room with Adam. in the first week me and him talked lots about everything from India to females. I sometimes find it hard to understand what he is saying though and sometimes he can just drag on talking about something. But his a nice enough man. he is studying Engineering and i must say he works very hard.

Reece: a really quiet computer orientated guy who likes motor bikes, I feel I can kind of relate to him, his slowly coming out of his shell.

Chris: my room mate, his doing a apprentice for engendering so he can get into the air force. Something over his side of the room smells though and he swears too much.

Elsie: a loud drama girl

Mel: a quiet girl studying writing or something, she is nice approachable easy to talk to.

And there is more but I cant be bothered.

I’ve been having very strong cravings to join a band or something I’d love to create music and things. But I don’t think its going to happen, I mean I could sing like Jim Morrison or Kurt Cobain, but I don’t really know any music friends. So it’ll just remain my dream for now.
so one things for sure this is certainly no Turnip.

you know how I need you. To beat to a pulp on a Saturday night. oh babe.

Urgh, I should not do as much so I don’t have to write more here.
But I guess this should not turn into a chore.
So anyway,
I guess I better start last week then, so erm I guess Tilly is all that’s really interesting thing that’s happening to me around here? No, its just all I’ve been thinking about; as if she has exploded in my mind and made one darn big mess. Come on you know the feeling.
I was wondering what tilly would think about Saturday night and of paranoid thinking took over, so I thinking ‘yeah its probably just a one time thing’ and ‘why would she even like me? She’ll be bored of me.. she will’ and then ‘Daniel stop thinking about it, its not good not all the more you think of it the more you’ll get attached’
But as it turns out, my paranoid thoughts were all wrong. And starting from Monday she was messaging me, then starting Tuesday she was calling me.. the first two I missed woops.. but its not like I was ignoring her, I mean come on who doesn’t love a girl to give you this attention? But it does make me nervous as if I have to be something more as if I’m not good enough, its is scary and this coupled with the wondering if she actually likes me really is not good for your mind.
She asked me to come with her to this gig on Saturday night (the one just gone), she said that she ‘really want(s) to see (me) this weekend’ so how could/why would I refuse? to see the band ‘Bonja’ a reggae band from Melbourne that busk on chapel street at the ‘Nash’ (national hotel Geelong)
The band was pretty awesome I really enjoyed the music, the guitarist was pretty cool and the percussion section was great and very funky.
I slept with Tilly that night; we stayed talking having a ‘deep and meaningful.’
And now its clear that I shouldn’t be worried at all about her not liking me.
But there’s just something about relationships that are scary and seem pointless, because nothing lasts forever especially not when your 17.
Going on 18 this Tuesday!

So the next day.. Well today. I was driven to Curtis’s place and Tilly went to work. Me and curt hung out talking about Pink Floyd and such; we watched the Floyd concert in Pompeii which is crazy crazy awesome, he gave me my 18th present, he said he couldn’t out do my present or card and I don’t mind.
He had gotten me a DVD of the wall which is very cool I borrowed Tilly’s copy a while back but hadn’t copied it, he also got me some coloured Progresso’s a 12 pack. From the Colac art store, I’d never bought any myself because they were too expensive, I enjoy using Progresso’s.

That is all.

Maggie, What Have We Done...?

It was Curt’s 18th birthday party yesterday, I bet your craving to hear about that aren’t you... you little pervert.
Well I have other stuff to write so you can just hold on.

I forget when, but sometime is the 3 days before the party I bought ‘The Final Cut’ and ‘Pablo Honey’ I enjoy ‘The Final Cut’ better but listening to it, its all got sad war themes throughout it; you probably don’t want to listen to a lot of this album because you’ll end up jumping in a bathtub with a toaster, its is just so depressing its a lot like all the saddest parts of the wall milked out then churned into butter.
I haven’t listen to ‘Pablo Honey’ much at all because I’ve been too court up with ‘The Final Cut’

The Party?
Well it was themed psychedelic hence why I had made the tie dye shirt.
The party went as any old party would.. I guess.
Curt’s house is a big place, shaped in a giant L; we set up amps, guitars and a drum kit outside on the stage and started to ‘jam’ dance and drink.
Seems I am 10 days away from eighteen I cannot buy alcohol and my older brother Steven was kind enough to buy some for me... This is very rare.
So the night went as per usual, till about half the way through the night the weirdest thing happened.
I think I have mentioned a girl called ‘Tilly’ in this blog before? Yeah, she is Curt’s ex and a good friend, but that’s all I really regarded her as. I didn’t feel any really attraction to her and I thought that the male and females being friends without taking it further could work, turns out I was wrong.
Way wrong.
Because somehow we ended up running off and making out then spending the night sleeping together
I certainly didn’t expect any of it to happen.
But I’m glad it did.

I know one thing is for sure,
I Hate Goon.

Now if you don’t mind I’m going to have a shower and a sleep.

Through the Window on the Wall

Well, it’s been a while now since I’ve updated this.
You want to know why?
Even if you don’t I’m still going to tell you, cause this is my blog and you’re in my world now.
The reason I have not posted in a while is because I’ve been feeling down, even now I feel fed up. It’s all the work every day with no days off and the heat! I hate this weather, and worse I can’t work in my room because it’s disconnected from the house and is un air-conditioned.

So I made a card for Curtis’s birthday, is that a 7 yr old thing to do? Who cares, I put an old drawing and water color painting of a exploding light bulb on the front, well my mother was impressed.. that sound lame.. and her friend said she like it and that I could go into card making, I thought that would not be that bad but, i have no idea how to do that; anyhow I’m proud of this card.
I forget what day that was, I’ve lost track of days.. I think that was Sunday

Monday.. I just did work? Actually yeah, my siblings had all gone back to school so I was getting all this extra work, and then still on top of that mum got pissed at me for not being home to help her fill out this form on the internet which seems to happen every 2 weeks and I’m sick of it.

Tuesday, after helping dad stand up a cow at the dairy, where the ground becomes slippery from the built up poop etc; and a few more other things, I thought I might like to go for a long walk next door again. I spend most the day walking around the bush at the bottom of the property next to us. The heat was almost unbearable and I got to the point where I was getting head spins and just wandering around not sure what was going on, so I took off my shirt and shoes and rested under some pine trees I headed home after that. Maybe it was a awful day out but I feel better because of it; I don’t care if all I saw was one stinking rabbit, I don’t care if I almost got burned by the sun at least I wasn’t at home.

Then Today, I did the usual stuff on the farm. Plus two tie-dye shirts, I messed up the first one so I put it into a purple mixture, the other is white with a burst of color in the middle at the front.
That is all. Good day.

Every day is the right day.

On the 22nd of February I will be starting my first day of visual arts at UB.
Yesterday I went to my enrolment, it all went well.. Only I was annoyed that my mum had not taken in any of the information I had told her about the course.
The enrolment did not take too long, it was over before midday, what did take longer was jumping around all over the campus’s searching for the accommodation organisers. So mid next week I should get an offer for that.
The building I put down was the cheapest, it’s a big ol’ brick mansion two story pretty cool. It’s a 10 min walk from the camp street campus where I will be attending my classes.

I have been invited to the curt’s 18th, curt is about the closest thing I have to a best friend, I realised last year that ever since Hayden my old friend left for brazil in yr 10, I’ve been just surfing around into different groups not really being great friends with everyone, not really having an opinion on anything, just quietly working away on my art in the corner of the room, and I liked that because every one thought I was crazy, I even chucked a few twitches in just to keep them on their toes, I liked feeling that I was mysterious and I was left alone. That may be the reason i stray away from really wanting a 'girlfriend' but also just because i cant she a relationship working with anyone I know. What’s wrong with being on my own, I like it. Sex does seem like a scary thing, who wants that responsibility.
So,
Mostly this year I hung with Curtis, who is a musician and likes mostly the same music as me. He can play something like 15 different instruments, he is the rhythm guitarist and lead singer for that band ‘Phillys and the crab people’ I was jealous of his music ability and he was jealous of my artistic ability so everything was even.
I’m looking forward to the party, its overnight at his place only I don’t have a tent...

Hillary has commented on my BookFace, every now and again she asks for a update on my life, i think this is because I told her last year she would loose interest in me in a few weeks, she is persistent and I feel that she only asks for these updates because i said that. but still its nice to have someone who is like that.

Reading Peters blog brings back my old annoyance that everywhere toilets have pull handles on the inside, I hate that I always have. But maybe I’m just a clean freak?

Today I bought the album ‘meddle’ and so far I think it is awesome. But sitting here listening to it... I’m not sure... But is it normal to be feeling like your spinning tumbling into space? Well, it’s nice so I don’t care if its not normal or not.
I also got a hair cut today so it will be looking alright for uni, or so says my mum. But I’ve always bee scared of having a hair cut, this comes because when I was a child my mum would always shave my hair right back every holidays, and I hated it and now because of it I feel very self conscious about my hair and such.
And I guess when I think about it, it doesn’t look that bad right now.
Does it?

Stop Children Whats That Smell?

Hey ho, what a fantastical Australia day this has been, not really that was a lie. Same old days, I’m certainly getting sick of the never ending farm work, I mean it wouldn’t be too bad if I was getting paid.. or even got a thanks.

Australia Day (Made in China)

I’ve been listening a lot to Barrett seems the CD’s I ordered finally got here, I’ve heard all the songs before but well now I finally own all of them. Before yesterday and today I was listening a lot to Radiohead and Barrett is a great contrast, for whereas Radiohead would have scrutinised every song, Barrett’s albums just sound as if he has just thrown all the pieces finished or not together in a jumble, the albums seems to have equal hits and misses and while listening to the intolerable misses it makes you feel as if you too are going insane.
But none of his post Floyd stuff was ever as good as Piper, there was never anything again near that standard its kind of sad. That album really is a great first album, I think It would have to be my favourite ever but I’m not sure.

Whenever I cannot find something to do around the house I grab dads old gun (a 22) and go hunting. We have two blue gum plantations on ether side of our farm so its not a long walk to find anything, I had all the time in the world to waste so I decided to got further into the plantation then ever before. The plantations are set out like a leaf with a main path down the center then and the rows of the trees spreading out away from that, so to find kangaroos or wallabies I simply walk down the center path looking left and right down the rows for and sign of wildlife, this was not really working seems the rows were filled with weeds, and as I had found out another time while trying to get closer to a wallaby, Spiders. This made moving down a row very slow, annoying and not worth the effort. I followed the path till it met another that went off to the right towards our farm I followed that till I came to a small kind of creek with scrub growing in and around in the middle of the plantation. I had walk a long way and still had not seen a thing odd, I walked around the creek well.. Its not really a creek I don’t know what to call it, its just a little… drain? Anyhow so I followed it around the edge till I had gone right around the top point and was on the side opposite to where I started, it was a perfect area for wildlife to be yet I had seen none.. I decided to go home when a black rabbit ran out.. and well. Yeah.
Bam
Even though I walked a long way for nothing really I did enjoy my trip I have my sense of smell back so I could smell that old ecliptic smell of the bush.. and in some spots the smell of rotting corpse.
Walking home I came across the strangest sight, at first I thought I was hallucinating I was walking across the paddock hoe when ahead I saw a bunch of young men running around a dam in their underwear, not my ideal fantasy, it turns out my cousin and a few friends just decided it would be ok if they swam in our dam.. and also for some reason they had a duck.

a Duck?

this is where you end.

This post is more of an update on the last,
I remembered during the show that girl that has been texting me showing an obvious obsession sent me some whinny message about being paranoid or something, I didn't bother reading the message at the time I was a little annoyed by it, I ignored my phone for the rest of the night. The next day I read the message again and attempted to think of a reply but I gave up partly because I could not think of anything to say and partly because I am just sick of her messaging me telling me about her fears and how lonely she is, everybody got their problems.

Also today I had a nice surprise when I could smell my paint for the first time in a long time, my nose has been blocked since around the end of last year. the smell of oil paint and linseed reminded me of great times during year 12 working on my final pieces late at night when I didn't want to sleep, that’s when I realised how much I enjoyed painting and creating I wanted to do it forever without sleep.

Blast off to Another Dull Day

Daniels big day out..
erh
it was not the greatest gig Philly’s have ever done, in fact it may have been the worst I’ve ever seen (keep in mind I have not seen many)... actually thats probably an overstatment, There was a number of problems; Curtis lost his voice, Dylan’s guitar seemed to be making a funny noise, oh but the problem that exceeded all rest was the fact that they’re still playing the old numbers like ‘doorbell’ and my least favourite song ‘winter’ I think this was the very first song they ever wrote together, they just need to bin it, I cannot get into it nobody can the sound of it reacts like nails on a chalk board to me and it clears a pub like no other.. every time I comment on the shittiness of that song surely enough someone’s around to tell me musically it is excellent and maybe so but that does not change the fact that it is
shit.
The bands own Yoko Ono stepped in to defend the song saying everyone ‘loved it’ well they certainly loved it alright, loved it so much the majority left the room.
What did attract the crowd was Curtis’s funky saxophone playing, and who wouldn’t it got the crowd moving.

I slept the night at curt’s new house in a big bed that was not quite long enough and a room that was massive, I woke up before the other two (Curt and Enan) so I sat with his sister and watched mighty boosh.. something I don’t understand, what makes this show funny? I mean really..?
Not too much else has happened today I jammed with the other two, my lack of musical knowledge means I was passed around from bass to drums (I’m self taught) but Enan was impressed by the fact I could play bass and drums. We jammed on ‘money’, ‘time’ and some other song that I didn’t know the name to, I was impressed with my own drum playing its been a long time Anne commented on my drum playing.. my mum said nothing as she walked in to pick me up. Nope instead she punished me because she could not follow the easiest directions in the world. So now she’ll probably be pissed at me for another week for another stupid reason.

The Boxes

soon soon, soon i'll be outa my home. for the first time in about 3 weeks. yes, thats my life a crappy stuck at home life.
where am i going?
in half an hour i'll get a ride 'round to my friend Tilly (Matilda)'s house then its off to the 'nash' (national hotel of geelong) where my friends band 'Phillys and the Crab People' are playing tonight, me and this band have a rich and long history, i've been with this band since it was no band. infact i created the name of this band plus some stencils and random arty stuff. i havn't heard them live in some time, i'm fairly sure they have written some new stuff apparently 'bluesy' their usual genre is indie rock. they have a cd in the mix they're saving up to have it produced or something.
anyhow.
what else have i done today? i did some fiddling around in flash creating some productions, then surfed newgrounds to look at others i have submitted, its been over a year since i've put anything up-then i realised what the hell am i doing? creating animations is about the most time consuming thing i know and besides i get sick of anything i am working on really quick or its just too hard to get a good idea to start with, besides if i do add anything i think may be alright it'll get a very bad rating and everyone ussually baggs the shit out of it?
so i got up and started working on a painting i started yesterday something which usualy gets great reviews.
i like this painting i hope i dont lose interest in it like others i've started.
i'll explain it maybe another time.
i've been asked to little at all today, just feed the carves. i saw a dead one in a pen really skinny ribcage bones showing eyes rolled back tounge hanging out, the kind of stuff i've seen many times before on this farm
well got to go. (sorry about any spelling)

In the Beginning

So this is blog land, what are the benefits of starting a blog? Should I even start one? My feelings on the subject is that my life is too boring for any poor soul to waste minutes of the day reading, if in fact anyone reads this blog at all.

Its probably not so much a thrill of exciting and entertaining a group of ready readers that brings me to this, but more so perhaps the chance of expressing and sharing life that goes un noticed as if it is more worth while now, umm what I mean to say is that I will have a chance to express the thoughts that go unheard in my life here. So hey how about a little insight to me? Only very young finished school and this year going to Ballarat uni.. although I feel funny about the whole thing because you see I’m doing a visual arts TAFE course that leads onto the degree course ergh I could go on but its-don’t worry. Anyhow what else is going on in my life?

Oh right there’s a girl.. I don’t like her much, she was alright to make out with and what not at a couple of parties toward the end of last year… but now, now she is just getting annoying, constant text messages that now I’m just ignoring all that lovely kind of childish crap, I could never let myself get into a relationship with her.. and its bad enough I let it get as far as it has, of course I don’t want to be a bastard and tell her to go away… but is it more of a bastard just to slowly push her away and while her backs turned run?

Who knows, I’m hardly been true to her I spent the coming of the new year with another girl younger much nicer one, both wasted leaning on each other making a mess of saliva on each others faces under the full moon, sleeping a arm lost under her waking up with it aching… yeah, a climax for the year gone. A big year finishing yr12 and all that, A lot of firsts happened last year.. and a lot of lasts. Oh! I know something I must tell, one thing I am very proud of is the climax I finished my schooling years with… but wait maybe another time..
wow longer then i thought i could make one.. but is it interesting..?