Since my legs hurt too much to walk back upstairs right now, I might as well stay here and make some attempt to update.
Sydney has been fun so far. It's been good just to relax and not have to go to work. Yesterday was a write-off since Friday night left me scrambling for the toilet come morning (or rather afternoon when I actually woke up). Perhaps I should speak more chronologically.. Got here Thursday and proceeded to peruse the fine shopping facilities that George and Pitt streets have to offer. They are at the very least fine in comparison to those in Townsville. By hour 2 of day 1 I had 6 new CD's in my posession, and had to stop myself from spending too much too soon.
Michael and I went out to Newtown to visit his friend, Terry, who he's been best of friends with since he was 6 years old, and hence, I have known him my entire life. Never going back there! Nothing against Newtown in general, in fact, of all places I've been so far it seems to be filled with residents of a more alternative culture (note the various gothic-type stores passed en-route to Terry's - this is only my perception and actually know nothing of the actual facts).
For a long long long long long time I was in Newtown in one of the worst experiences of my life! Terry lives in a tiny little room in a boarding house for $140 a week. He is quick to inform me that he has proudly only spent $40 on weed in the past year, but that he drinks like a... something that drinks a lot... most of which seems to come in a box. People want to score drugs.. so we go visit Terry's friend Dakka, a 57 year old alcoholic ex-gang member who's house smells quite bad. He's a nice guy and all, just not someone I would particularly want to be associated with had I the choice. Michael and Terry head off with some girl to purchase said drugs and I am left for a good hour or two with Dakka. Like I said, he's nice and he's welcoming, but the stories he told me... like the time he triple-overdosed on metho recently. The whole thing is just so sad. He's just wasted his life, and seeing that and knowing that he was too dependant on his family as I am, is making me want to actually do more. By the time Michael and I actually leave, there are like 10 people at Dakka's, of various ages ranging from 19 to Dakka's 57, all unemployed people with no hopes or concievable dreams, other than, as Dakka put it, "drinking to get sober". Terry and two of the people come with Michael and I to the bus stop to wave us goodbye, all the while Terry yells obscenities to every person walking past. Everything was derogatory, racist and sexist. And I was rather disgusted.
We get home and I tell Michael I am not coming with him to Newtown in the morning.
Michael heads back to Newtown and I head off by myself and buy a few clothes. Most of my day was spent shopping. I came back home, got some pizza, some vodka, and watched Sale of the Century before I got the word to meet blakemitchell out at Coogee Bowls Club for a 21st. I'm pretty sure I met the guy who's birthday it was... I was incredibly over dressed and over.. made-up.. for the school uniform themed party, though I DID wear a tie. Quote of the night comes from Blake about post-coital first time:
Girl: What are you thinking about?
Blake: Products I would like to purchase over the Internet.
Priceless.
Last drinks meant we would walk up to some.. place.. and continue the drinking. At about 3 I jumped in a cab with someone to go to Taylors Square where I would meet up with Michael, Terry, and the love of Terry's life (although they aren't currently together), Sam. I haven't seen Sam in a year, since Michael and I's (oh the grammer!) last trip to see them in Septemberish last year when they were still together and living in Brisbane. T2 closes at 3 and I get there at 2:50 and pay the $10 cover charge. Sam sees me and squeezes me HARD and says "give me a snog!" and proceeds to make out with me. Which was pretty sweet.
Michael's chances with the girl he was with are up in flames since she prefers girls, and since he didn't go back with them to see if he could get in on any threesome action, he remains unfulfilled and horny. Every girl we see.. "God I need sex". And we watched The Mummy yesterday and he was pretty enamoured by Rachel Weisz.
Today I'm meant to either meet up with blakemitchell again or go to the Sando (if that's what it's called) in Newtown to see some bands. Right now I'm just happy to be sitting because I can't ever get my bearings and I end up walking further than I need to. Still yet to meet up with ex-girlfriend Carly or nightblooming, and plans to see blackphoenix.. well I guess I'll find out when she wakes up! I got a text message at 3:something am this morning saying that she's coming to Sydney to see me. Waiting for reply on details at this point....
I'm having a good time, and sort of do want to go home, but just because a) the pillows at my hotel are FUCKED and b) I want to get on to making a better life for myself!
Sydney has been fun so far. It's been good just to relax and not have to go to work. Yesterday was a write-off since Friday night left me scrambling for the toilet come morning (or rather afternoon when I actually woke up). Perhaps I should speak more chronologically.. Got here Thursday and proceeded to peruse the fine shopping facilities that George and Pitt streets have to offer. They are at the very least fine in comparison to those in Townsville. By hour 2 of day 1 I had 6 new CD's in my posession, and had to stop myself from spending too much too soon.
Michael and I went out to Newtown to visit his friend, Terry, who he's been best of friends with since he was 6 years old, and hence, I have known him my entire life. Never going back there! Nothing against Newtown in general, in fact, of all places I've been so far it seems to be filled with residents of a more alternative culture (note the various gothic-type stores passed en-route to Terry's - this is only my perception and actually know nothing of the actual facts).
For a long long long long long time I was in Newtown in one of the worst experiences of my life! Terry lives in a tiny little room in a boarding house for $140 a week. He is quick to inform me that he has proudly only spent $40 on weed in the past year, but that he drinks like a... something that drinks a lot... most of which seems to come in a box. People want to score drugs.. so we go visit Terry's friend Dakka, a 57 year old alcoholic ex-gang member who's house smells quite bad. He's a nice guy and all, just not someone I would particularly want to be associated with had I the choice. Michael and Terry head off with some girl to purchase said drugs and I am left for a good hour or two with Dakka. Like I said, he's nice and he's welcoming, but the stories he told me... like the time he triple-overdosed on metho recently. The whole thing is just so sad. He's just wasted his life, and seeing that and knowing that he was too dependant on his family as I am, is making me want to actually do more. By the time Michael and I actually leave, there are like 10 people at Dakka's, of various ages ranging from 19 to Dakka's 57, all unemployed people with no hopes or concievable dreams, other than, as Dakka put it, "drinking to get sober". Terry and two of the people come with Michael and I to the bus stop to wave us goodbye, all the while Terry yells obscenities to every person walking past. Everything was derogatory, racist and sexist. And I was rather disgusted.
We get home and I tell Michael I am not coming with him to Newtown in the morning.
Michael heads back to Newtown and I head off by myself and buy a few clothes. Most of my day was spent shopping. I came back home, got some pizza, some vodka, and watched Sale of the Century before I got the word to meet blakemitchell out at Coogee Bowls Club for a 21st. I'm pretty sure I met the guy who's birthday it was... I was incredibly over dressed and over.. made-up.. for the school uniform themed party, though I DID wear a tie. Quote of the night comes from Blake about post-coital first time:
Girl: What are you thinking about?
Blake: Products I would like to purchase over the Internet.
Priceless.
Last drinks meant we would walk up to some.. place.. and continue the drinking. At about 3 I jumped in a cab with someone to go to Taylors Square where I would meet up with Michael, Terry, and the love of Terry's life (although they aren't currently together), Sam. I haven't seen Sam in a year, since Michael and I's (oh the grammer!) last trip to see them in Septemberish last year when they were still together and living in Brisbane. T2 closes at 3 and I get there at 2:50 and pay the $10 cover charge. Sam sees me and squeezes me HARD and says "give me a snog!" and proceeds to make out with me. Which was pretty sweet.
Michael's chances with the girl he was with are up in flames since she prefers girls, and since he didn't go back with them to see if he could get in on any threesome action, he remains unfulfilled and horny. Every girl we see.. "God I need sex". And we watched The Mummy yesterday and he was pretty enamoured by Rachel Weisz.
Today I'm meant to either meet up with blakemitchell again or go to the Sando (if that's what it's called) in Newtown to see some bands. Right now I'm just happy to be sitting because I can't ever get my bearings and I end up walking further than I need to. Still yet to meet up with ex-girlfriend Carly or nightblooming, and plans to see blackphoenix.. well I guess I'll find out when she wakes up! I got a text message at 3:something am this morning saying that she's coming to Sydney to see me. Waiting for reply on details at this point....
I'm having a good time, and sort of do want to go home, but just because a) the pillows at my hotel are FUCKED and b) I want to get on to making a better life for myself!
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i've been thinking about what we could do & seeing as though you already know it we shoudl definately give existentialism on prom night a go. the harmony line is just as beautiful as the melody so i would love to back you up. but that's all i got. we shoudl have a jam at one of our houses at some point.
xo