AHH Slightly Irritated

This week has not really been my week I guess. Well, actually, it probably hasn't been so bad, but in terms of seeing that girl it has. I just have to complain somewhere though, so shut up and take it. My Monday was ruined by my slow friend, as previously mentioned. Then Tuesday I didn't see her, even though I made up some bullshit excuse to sit in her usual carriage. Wednesday, which is one day I know she catches the same train, I freaking slept in and missed my train. Then today, another day she certainly catches my train, some fool had to go and die on the tracks, making my train late and packed. When it got to her station the next one was 5 minutes behind, so she decided to wait. At least I saw her I guess though. Also, I saw my first dead body, which is still blowing my mind. It was wrapped in plastic, so I'm exaggerating a little here, but I was still like WOAH DEAD BODY HOLY CRAP. No one else on my train really seemed to care, if they noticed at all. I expect they have seen a million of them, I just happened to catch the carriage filled with morgue workers.

Okay well I feel a little better having complained, but I am still as frustrated as hell. The last week I have been feeling really irritated, kind of like the feeling you get when you are late to a party you really want to go to but you are with a friend who has to go get some cash out, then takes like 10 years to tie his shows and find his socks and you are just getting more and more annoyed. Imagine that, but stretched over a week. God, it would help if it were actually my fault that I don't get opportunities to talk to this girl, but what really pisses me off is that I am relying on pure goddamn chance, and there's nothing I can do about it.

Ahh, as much as I hate to whinge, it feels pretty damn good sometimes. Anyways, wooo assignments and tutoring. Maybe eating if I am lucky.

Urrghh writing

That groan up there was not really serious. I find it pretty damn enjoyable to write here, and should do it more often than every 2 months. Things have been going pretty damn good for me recently, internet. I finally have positive money again, all debts paid off. Although I am also working 3 jobs. But the money is real nice. I'm thinking of buying a drum set, smashing out some beats. After buying new car speakers, probably a new head unit, some dvds, band t-shirts, albums. Its on the list though.

Still obsessing over that girl again, but for once its not really my fault nothing is happening. I am so damn determined to talk to her, but the opportunity is yet to arise. Its not like I'm not trying to improve my chances either, I purposely missed my train today just in case she was catching the next one. She wasn't. It broke my heart. I get so obsessed over it though, it can't be healthy. Yesterday she was on my bus, but I missed it because my slow friend refused to run. I was annoyed with him for the rest of the day, but didn't explain why. Why do I have to obsess over her? Surely there are other attractive women it would be easier for me to talk to? Actually, come to think of it, when studying engineering the bus probably is your best place for meeting girls.

Oh damn. Assignments. Pffft, there's always later. Sleep though, that is kind of important right now. 5:30 wake ups are undoubtedly my favourite part of commuting (naahht). Makes the days last longer I guess though.

The Tram Sessions!

I want to shake the hand of whoever came up with this idea. Playing live music on trams? So crazy, but I reckon it's the coolest. The Tram Sessions!. It would be better if there were bands I enjoyed more playing, but it is still awesome. Kultiration is pretty good though, I can't think of much that could beat reggae on a tram.

Hahaha, you're so crazy Sweden.

Oh girl in the red jumper...

Who are you? Why do you plague my mind so?

Also, Omegle is fantastic for learning about foreign places. Armchair Travel.

Omegle!

I heard about this a few months ago, it seemed like a good idea but too likely to become perverted by 4channers and their like. For those who don't know, Omegle is an online chat thing that puts you into a conversation with a completely random stranger. In the last hour I have had an excellent conversation with a Turkish graphic art student in Istanbul (who had excellent English) and an interesting conversation with a mechanical engineering student in Kassel in Germany. I learnt a lot about Turkey, and the size of some Australian bands (I had no idea that Parkway Drive and I Killed The Prom Queen were so well known overseas) from my conversation with the Turk. And while his English was not so good, I found it hilarious to hear of how the German was planning to build a 5m catapult in the forest with 7 mates and a heap of beer and use it to destroy a house. It is a very educational thing. Although I did have a fair few fools, but nowhere near the amount I expected. A new addiction has formed.

Also, and this is pretty damn likely to lead to me posting here more often, I have eyes on a girl again. I write this more so I can never forget it I guess, and it can be fascinating to read over this stuff later on I have learnt. She catches my train every Monday morning at least, and given it is an hour and a half journey I have had plenty of time to watch. I hate myself for it, but she just seems so magnetic. I haven't even heard her speak. Now that is shameful. One day, I will talk to her. It seems simple, its easy to start a conversation with someone who shares your train destination on the way back. Maybe this will grow to become another obsession?

Long time, no actually taking the effort to click new post

Been a while I guess. Sweet jesus, it has been months. Ooops. I'm sure I intended to put something up, but I haven't really felt the need. This thing was always a place to go to clear out my thoughts, and I haven't had much time to think about much at all these days. I have been busy becoming an Engineer. Which does not really seem like my thing I guess. But thanks to the wonders of parental pressure and the threat of being kicked out unless I am studying, I have to do something at university. And engineering seemed like the cool thing to do. Ahh well.

I have been learning, been going to parties a lot more than I have ever before in my life. Good to meet new people I guess. Although all I end up doing is getting drunk enough to forget that I am usually fairly quiet and untalkative. Then making a fool of myself. Considering the last one I went to one I ended up trying to fire a potato cannon, which then exploded against my chest sending shards of PVC pipe everywhere. Thankfully the alchohol helped me to forget the burning. Then I promptly vomited up my dinner and went to bed. At 10 o'clock. Goddamn. I might slow down on the Jack Daniels next time.

Also, for all those who do not necessarily support racism, yet are still able to find racist stereotypes highly amusing, an Aboriginal rap!. Aboriginals are Australia's native playas. Hell, they're the only native anything here. I guess it is more amusing if you have met one.

Just want to keep it up

I don't have much to post, but seeing as I've been posting every 6 days here I thought I might just keep it up. Although I went to my first decent concert the other day. Out of the two times in my life that I have seen live music (criminal I know, but Australia has a lack of decent bands touring, and I am too poor), this was by far the best. The first concert I went to I saw a bunch of localish bands for free (sneaking in for the win), and while The Amity Affliction and Mourning Tide were alright, I am not much of a hardcore fan. This time I payed $110 big ones for a festival, and saw All That Remains, Lacuna Coil, Maylene and the Sons of Disaster, and IN FLAMES!. In Flames is my favourite band of all time, and I could die tomorrow without a care, for I SAW THEM LIVE. WOOO. Although they only had a half hour set, which really sucked. Lacuna Coil were awesome as well (another half hour set though because of goddamned sound issues), and so was Maylene, although I have to say I feel damn scared in the hardcore moshpits. When the damn death pits and walls of death start up I'm out of there. Also saw Alice in Chains and Nine Inch Nails, although not much of a fan of them, so didn't get into the mosh. And a bunch of other bands too, but they were too forgettable. Except for the Dillinger Escape Plan, whose guitarist pegged his guitar into the crowed, probably nailing some poor sucker. Horrible mix on their music though. That's pretty much it really.

Hoe. Lee. Shit.

Way to go bird kingdom! Not only can you dance, but you are also able to solve my recording problem. Who needs a microphone when you have a lyre bird?

Ok, got a plan

Alright, I now have a plan. Looking at the information I have on the university I am attending earlier, I saw two words that caught my eye. Exchange Program. Looks like I have found my ticket out of here. After further research, I developed a plan. Which I will now explain.

It seems I have to have done a year of university to qualify, and I need time (and also a job) to earn some money for the thing anyway, so I got another year here at least. But after that year, I will be on my way to Lund, Uppsala, or perhaps even Berlin. While the universities of Gothenburg and Stockholm are available (which are the two places in the world I desperately want to go), they have no engineering courses that are suitable, and as an engineering student this is a requisite. So Lund or Uppsala it is, although Berlin is a damn nice place too. The other good thing about this exchange program is that scholarships and the like are available. Which means free money. Not really, it means I'll have to work my ass off, but I'd have to work my ass off for the money anyway.

Anyway, that is my plan so far to get out of Australia and to a nice northern European city. It's times like this I really envy Europeans, they have about a billion specialised programs for moving between universities and most importantly rather affordable too.

Finally, Caravan Palace. Who would have thought that jazzy swing music would work so well with electro beats? The idea seems horrible on paper, like waffle batter on pita bread, but let me assure you it is a lot more enjoyable in reality. Although I have to admit that like waffle batter on pita bread, which seems like such a good idea after the first few bites, it starts getting a bit tiring after a while. But a heap of fun nonetheless.

I think I need this thing

Well I've been back and using the internet for a few weeks. Haven't really felt the need to write here, at least in the same way as I used to. But in the past few weeks, I have done nothing. Sat around. Ate pizza with friends. Saw a movie. That is it. I can't stand how little I have done. It's not like I have a job or education or something to distract me. Hell, I could at least put effort into finding a job. That might help things. At least the debt. So before I get side-tracked, I seem to do more (at least productive things) when I am writing in this. I seem to be a better person too. So I'm getting back into the habit.

It seems I am over that girl. Did nothing, despite promising myself I would. My attitude to this seems to swing so much. One moment I am indifferent, the next I am hit by a urge. These days I am mostly indifferent, I have given up caring. Which irritates me, but maybe I can find something new to care about.

So nothing really new to write here, I might get around to typing up some story I wrote weeks ago, if only for the sake of keeping myself from losing it. I guess I could write about my future, which might help to make me actually make sense of it. Despite me wanting desperately to spend the year working and saving up enough money to travel, my parents seemed to think that finding work is impossible for one such as me (Ironically, if I can use the word, the main reason I want to travel is to get away from them). So this year I will be studying at university for a degree I have no interest in. I really need to get out of here. Studying at a university does not seem to be the way to go (especially seeing as it will only add to my already relatively large debt, which makes traveling even harder). But if I am too pansy to actually walk out my door and do my own thing, I guess this is what I get. Although it does have the benefits of accomodation and food. And free fuel.

Woah. Writing about it has really made me regret agreeing to go to university this year. I swear one of these days I am going to snap, sell my car, fly to some foreign country with $20 in my pocket and stay there until I get kicked out by immigration or earn enough to fly to another random country. Although I really doubt that will happen. Damn my rational thinking mind. It would be so useful sometimes to be even just a little insane.