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Monday, June 21, 2010
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.
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.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
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.
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.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
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
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
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