Saturday night.

I've just got home. I'm angry, hung over, hurt, PMT, pissed off. ANGRY.
To be continued .

And so I go on about it

I'm starting to think that all I write about is music!
I feel like that's all I'm really thinking about!
I guess it's partly because I'm stuck sick in bed and I literally have my guitar next to my bed and when I wake up, 4am , 6am 11pm whatever I just lean over and play for a while. This is just how it is at the moment. Sorry if I sound repetitive and uninteresting but if ya don't like it - blogoff.
I’m sitting on the floor in my room eating a hot banana sandwich, with my back against my little heater.
Tessa - my cat is curled up on my bed next to my guitar, which I have been playing when I lay in bed.
I'm feeling better then I did on Saturday.
My keyboard is on the floor, I scraped the dust off it turned up the CD I was listening to and played along.
It's great, have the music up loud enough and you drown out what you sound like and makes what you do sound like music!
The tops of my fingers have little blisters on them.
I can hear the strong wind out side.
I’ve been trying to figure out some words for a song/thing I've got.
I come up with a few little starts but that's as far as it goes.
What lyrics can I put to it? Where can I find them? I try and delve into my own feelings/ thoughts but I just don't think they are...good?
It just didn't sound right.
I got on the net last night and browsed through the MP3 music/stuff.
There are some really good people on it.
I'm wondering it would be good to have a song or something on the net...
Hmm...
Saturday should be good. Were having a gathering of street work volunteers for formation and a few drinks.
I think I start my real estate course next week, It goes for seven weeks.
I hope to get a job of some sort in the mean time.

The world of firsts...

Well today has been interesting.
I went to go to get a job and surprise, surprise there isn't one.
A bit bummed but keep looking.
I played my guitar to one of my brothers friends last night.
I didn't want to I pre warned him that I was crap, He said he didn't care he just wanted to hear me.
Well just as I thought I stuffed up. Tried to hard? I don't know, but It was really bad.
I just don't like playing in front of people who want to hear someone play the guitar. As it turned out, he showed me a song he knew so needless to say what I was doing at 6am today and last night!
I get this tune in my head and I have to see if I can play it or change it so I can put something else onto it. Regardless of the hour.
I had to smile last night. I was thinking about Cameron. We spoke on the phone yesterday and he said "remember when I fractured my back?" I tried to remember, It came to me, That must have been about 6 or 7 years ago! Gee, how time flys.
I remember when I first met him. I liked his friend and his friend was my first kiss.
hehe - I remember that first kiss it was so nice, so sweet. Then I remember the second kiss which had me heading off to the bathroom with my friend Alicia and profusely washing out my mouth!!!
It's funny, I look back on those days, how innocent they were.
I remember the first time I told my now Ex boyfriend that I loved him,
Were lying in bed after having a romantic night out and spine tingling sex, I was so afraid that he may not feel the same way.
I looked at him after about five minutes of procrastinating
" I love you"
" I love you too sweetheart"
He put his arm around me,kissed me and we fell asleep.
This sounds all so soapy and romantic and maybe it should be a section out of days of our lives but that's how it happened.
Why - may I ask am I writing this? Because I'm at home nothing else to do and wasting time reminiscing about the past.
AND I'm still sick, so nice thoughts are welcome.
AND I guess it's also because I haven't had a boyfriend for about 2 and a half years now and being single takes it's toll at times! ;)

cold blah winter!

I hate these cold Melbourne days!
I brought some leg warmers the other day. they work quite well.
I been sick and bed ridden for three days. I'm feeling like i'm on the mend but still tired and all stuffey.
Mum was so nice comming down with soup and cold and flu tablets. She brought her little dog for some company but it had other ideas. The thought was there.
I'm to tired to blog so until next time.

Sexy red and Lacey...

Coming back from the street work.
I was talking to Matt tonight. God works in mysterious ways.
He was telling me about the impact I have had on him.
I feel so overwhelmed. He has opened my eyes to so much, he has really changed my life. We miss talking to each other if I don't go out for a while.
I'm beginning to think that my mums got her wires crossed with her faith and my brother is worshiping some one called pon tun hu or something!
It really disturbed me. I had an argument/ heated discussion with my mum about what the Christian faith is all about. She's confused with all the bull shit my cousin and other Jehovah wittiness people feed her.
She needs to go to a Christian church and get someone to tell her what it's about.
I loose patience because she can't understand.
I read my last post. God it sounds so boring! Why would people read this crap!
I have no love life which I can delve into in great explicit detail, Currently no dog which I can love and write about how I go on daily runs with it, I have no interest in anyone and I'm feeling less then amusing about my random thoughts.
Maybe if I delved into my past relationship it would become mere interesting.
Ha ha.
Hey why not?! I'll tell you something I found amusing.
I think I was 19, with my boyfriend at the time Pablo.
We were at his work Christmas party. He had been working at this place for about six months so he was still trying to impress people.
I was feeling great, sexy and loved. I was wearing a long black and red shimmery skirt and a white top shaped like a V at the frount and it exposed my back. My long blonde hair covered most of my back up, but the effect was there.
During the night I was off dancing and Pablo was talking with the "seniors" of his section. I had occasionally gone up to him chatted for a bit then danced off with another young girl Kate who had been dragged along with by her boyfriend.
As the night went on I got more seductive. A smile crossed my face as I hatched my plan for the night. Another glass of wine and I was tottering off to the ladies Kate in tow.
Giggling like school girls I slid off my lacey red G. This was going to be the start of a raunchy night ahead.
We walked back into the main room and up to where Pablo was talking to the head of senior management, their wives and a woman who worked in the office.
I discreetly placed the lace deep inside his pocket.
He didn't realise in the slightest what I had done.
I kiss him lightly on the cheek and walk away.
I figured he would go to the bar to get another drink and find them when he reaches in to get his wallet. He would be surprised but smile then let me know in his own way that he was awaiting the night ahead. A look that we knew that I was in fact wearing nothing under that skirt and it would be something that only we (and Kate) would know. Oh how wrong was I.
I had gone off and was dancing away when during his conversation with these management office people Pablo casually puts his hand in his pocket.
"What's -" He pulls out the lacey red G and looks at it like a deer in headlights!
What was going to be a personal seductive moment between two people became a moment shared with his boss and other members of Management!
He didn't tell me until we were in the car on the drive home.
He said that he actually liked what I did and the fact that everyone saw, I guess it made him feel chuffed!
I could go on to talk about the rest of the night and the detailed car ride home but that would be way to embarrassing, I laugh now about it but the boyfriend wasn't so impressed with me! He had a low car - I'll say no more!
heee hheee heeee
I sometimes wonder if Elliott reads this blog because he made reference to it once.
Hopefully this was a bit more of an interesting read then my last post!

Recording...

Well today's over with.
And what did I do?
Not much! Cameron came round and we were going to go to the army gym but we got there only to find out that they are no longer allowing visitors. So we were going to go to the pools but I couldn't find my bikini top and I was to tired so I decided to stay home.
Jay came round and we just chilled out for a while.
He left and I spoke to my mum on the phone and started to clean out the spare room. In between time I was on the internet and playing my guitar.
Something a bit off putting happened the other night.
Steelo rang and offered to fly me up to see him... Huh? I hardly know him!
Nice guy but i'm thinking that he's making me out to be someone i'm not.
Goosey mentioned that there's an open mic at some pub. Hmm... She said I should go and play. Mind you she's hardly heard me play. But she can sing so I'd only do it if she would do it with me. Doubt it will happen. I'd stuff it up for sure!
But their is a recording studio nearby. Maybe... Maybe....One day. It would just be the two of us on a recording... We wouldn't ever have to tell anyone...Or show them...Hmmm
I'm trying to make up some lyrics to a tune I sort of made up.
:)

The problem with Ex's...

This study stuff is hard!
I've been pritty good but I only seem to be motivated at night and late afternoon.
I've got a sore neck in need of massaging, sore back and my legs are feeling like they want to go for a run for about 10km!
But yet I sit and continue to learn this brain numbing crap which hopefully at the end will reward me with earning lots of money so I can save up, pay debts and do what ever I please.
The country life up hear is...Quiet. Away from everything. I haven't been home all week and I didn't go to street works. I feel like I need to go in and live it up for awhile.
I feel like I'm having with withdrawals from the city! I want to be able to snap my fingers and be in the heart of the city. The busyness, the people who do their people things. Where you don't know anyone but the feeling of being comfortable is all around.
I miss the people from street works. It's only been a week! But I feel like I miss them. Especially since I know that I won't be going again till Friday.
I was going to go check out a country church tonight but sleep seemed like a better option.
Now I have to go back and study.
I'm doing a test tomorrow and handing in an assignment.
One down three to go.
I've been thinking about my ex a little today. Funny how certain smells remind you of a person. I had a flash back. I smelt this oil, which is meant to be "Romantic massage oil" It just smelt like ceederwood and stale smelling oil.
The flash back was when I'd give him a massage in the lounge room,on the floor, warm room, 1/2 hour massage.
The rush that you feel when you your touching someone you love. The ten minute massage in return followed by passionate sex.
When your both feeling the intense love between you, being so close your
- then it stops.
Memory turns blank, blackened with darkness.
His voice stops my emotions. He's words come back, they are permanently burned in my mind.
"I will never love you as much as you love me"
followed with "That's just how it is. Someone in the relationship always loves the other more"
I open my eyes. Memory over. I'm left with this hurt feeling, like someone has just stepped on your heart, gave it back to you then - hang on , oh,I've missed a bit stamp on it some more then hand it to you all deflated and as flat as a tack.
I'll never forget those words. I don't want to believe it.
He didn't say those words in that moment. He said it in conversation one time.
All my memories of him are finished with those words.
Why bring up memories?
Well look what I've done gone off on a tangent.
I have to really go and study.

Strange fits of Passion

Well it's in. I emailed the article off today. Yea!
I did another talk today in front of about 180 year 12 students at an al boys school and I was relaxed. Well, after about one minute of speaking I was.
I took in a bottle of water and my lip balm.
I haven't done any studying today but I will tonight. I didn't go out on street because I wanted to do this study.
So now all I have to do is organize a winery tour for a time in late June/ July and complete this study.
Then I can start a new job, a new career.
If it doesn't turn out, well there's always something else.
I haven't picked up my guitar today, my fingers are still recovering from yesterday.
I watched this fabulous Australian Movie last night. My mum watched it too.
There's something to be said about watching some chick masturbate and you watching it with your mum... And a guy finishes off the job by jacking himself off
after the chick can't do it right.
But in saying this it was a fantastic film and story line.
It was about this girl who's a 24 year old virgin, who's best friends a gay male and there's an underling love for eachother. Her aim is to loose her virginity and how she almost does a few times and how that ties in with her relationship with her best friend.
An amusing, gripping movie but I don't recommend watching it with your parents.
It's called Strange fits of passion.
It actually might be a series. It says series return. So happy watching on the ABC 10.55pm Thursdays.

Deadlines...

I'm so bad with dead lines! I was supposed to study all day today and do an assignment. I ended up reading about a page of the estate book and going out every half hour or so and patting the goats! At least I accomplished that, now Jackson will come up to me and Charlie dosen't hypervenalate when I walk near him!
Their cute.
Another dead line is tomorrow. I'm writing this article for street works and I have to re do it. I wasn't happy with the first draft.
I've left it to the last minute! Crap now it will be rushed and probablyt not all that good.
better go do it.

Public speaking / reading

Holy crap!!! I did it! I spoke in front of about 120 year 12’s, male and female.
I was nervous, shaky and had the world’s driest mouth but we managed to pull it off.
Mario and Jack were a bit nervous too so it was good to not be the only one.
I repeated myself and fumbled my way through it but it gets easier the more you do.
I’ve got another one on Friday.
I went to the spinning room last night. Goosey was busy so I went by myself.
I loved it! Gempires had said that she was preforming. She managed to captivate everyone and was great!
I met a guy, I can’t remember his name but we got chatting and he got up and read his poems. Poetry is such an individual thing. Preforming, reading and writing it.
I got home and read some of my own writing, wrote some more and I now want to maybe, just maybe read some of my own stuff…one day…
It would be sooo – exciting. I don’t know. Because I would be reading my own writing/poetry it would be really hard. Everyone’s really positive and supportive towards each other.
I would want people to read my poetry before ever actually reading aloud.
(One-hour interlude)
My mum just had two goats delivered! There sooo cute! They don’t have names, so mum called the black and white patch one, Charlie, and the other smaller one which is all black I named Jackson.
I’ve been reading one of the three real estate learner’s books, now, only to realise that now I’m nearly half way through. I should be reading the other one.
So, disappointed with my efforts after two hours I think I’ll leave it till tomorrow.
I couldn’t hand in my assignment today so hopefully I’ll and two in on Friday.
I’m writing a short story. It’s something I ‘ve started many, many times before but it always gets boring and I scrap it. Now instead of scrapping it I’m going to give it to Goosey and hopefully she’ll be honest and tell me if it’s crap. This is the newfound confidence I got out of the emerging writers fest. Very exciting!
I stayed up last night playing my guitar and again this morning.
I wish I video taped how I was when I started to now. It’ s been five months and I’ve played pretty much every day. I’m still crap at it, the only thing different is that my fingers have callused so now I can play for hours on end and not feel like I have burnt them!
I have to go read these real estate books, I just wish they weren’t so boring!

Teenagers - !!!!!

Well I think the whole dog thing can be put on the side lines.
It's owners come and got it.
I still want one but I have to wait until I get a job/steady income.
My mum and I went out today and looked ata goat. She wants a couple of goats because one of her two horses was put down on Sunday. It needs company and mum likes goats.
The one we saw today was a bugger, butted and looked really angry.
There's a few others she wants to go and have a look at.
I finished my first assignment! It took all day yesterday, but it's done! I give it in tomorrow.
I giving a talk on "street works" tomorrow and Friday. My heart races, I loose feeling in my arms, pins and needles all over and I get all hot just thinking about it. This is because it's in frount of 200 year twelve students.
It's my worst nightmare come true!!!
Ok, I did accept doing the talk before I knew about the amount of kids.
I thought max of about 30!!! But 200!!!
I can speak in frount of 200 adults or older people but I freak out when I deal with teenagers. Why? I guess because they are what I consider to be the most judgmental people of all time. It's the age.
I don't think I'll mind talking in front of the Boys so much as the girls. This I guess because their opinion doesn't really bother me.
I don't like haven's to deal with teenagers at the youth group. I helped out occasionally. That was ok, but - well I guess, I can deal with them one or two at a time but a herd of them freaks me out!
I like to face my fears. I could back out of the talk but what the hey,
If I can pull it off anything is possible.

Emerging writers festival #2

FRIDAY
Well last night was fantastic! It was off to a shitty start because trying to find a car park in Melbourne is insane. I finally found one about a ten minute walk away from the hotel. The launch was good. I meet new people and got inspired by others.
Mr Philosopher (www.bedroomphilosopher.com ) was really captivating.
I love the way he performs, I'm looking forward to one day sitting and picking at the workings of he's brain.
Phillip Norton was great. It opens a new window of writing. When you hit a block and don't know what to write, simple small things spring to mind. I mean simple things. Last night he was talking about a favorite chair. Nothing special, you might say but this man, made that chair into flowing words and that chair was now poetry with an edge of realness.
Make sense?
After the launch I went to visit the "street works" and I saw David! I was so happy to see him. I hadn't seen him since I left to go overseas in October. He's brillent. He's turned his life around, got off the streets and now is being a role model for other youth on the streets. He's going around talking to the homeless street kids.
A random, hippy go getta came through and preformed some sort of "you two should get together" kind of thing. Gestering to our heads and waving his arms around what could also be refered to looking like some sort of exorcism! Swapping auras!?!?
Don't know about that but my "aura" is fine - thanks.
Goosey invited me around to her boyfriends house. Samual was there.
I went and for some reason we (Goosey and I) were both in stupid moods so at 2 in the morning after cutting her hair we were playing the piano, then made our way upstairs me on the keybord and her on the drums. This was about 3am.
I left soon after.
I didn't speak to Samual. I said hi but that was it.
I don't want anything out of that one and he made it clear he didn’t either.
So I was glad I went out. To the launch and out afterwards.
I'm off to see a few other things today and tomorrow with the festival.
Gotta go.
SATURDAY
I've come back from yet another wonderful night out at the emerging writers fest.
An inspiring night, I've got guitar in hand and continue to try and make some sense out of what i'm strumming yet now I realize you don't need to make sense!
Nothings perfect, it's the passion you put into what you do that makes it great.
That's what readers see.
Tears that pricked my eyes just for a second, when a "moment" was had tonight.
Fuck those moments. I hate those moments. Those moments suck. Bad.
Stupid men.
The more I find out about (certain)men, the more I just don't want to know.
I have so much to write about but the connection between brain and hands is a little slow given that sleep deprivation is taking over.
My conspiracy to get a dog is slowly dwindling, along with my funds.

Emerging writers Festival.

Well todays a bit lame. Im going to the festival launch tonight by myself.
I don't mind. I went by myself last year and it was good.
My friends just aren't really into it. Well that's not true, Goosey comming with me tomorrow.
That should e good.
I'm a little deflated today, but keep going because I really need to do this real estate thing before the end of the week. Otherwise I'll need to get another job, hairdressing on a saturday or something.
A little deflating because the dog I was wanting costs $220 and I can't afford it until I can make sure that I have a steady income.
I played my guitar last night and I got fustrated. It just wasn't working for me. I kept playing but with out trying to read the TAB. I like it better that way.
I'm excited about tonight. A group of people who all have something in common. or there abouts.

4pm
I'm cold. I don't know if I'm sick or just cold.
I rang the pound again today regarding the dog. It's still there. They have put done that it's a Staffy X .
Hmm. Staffys I love but their lock jaw and possible ability or lack of to be able to get along with other dogs - I want to be able to take it to my mums and let it play with the others. Hmm. Well won't know unless I try.
I figured out how to be devious. My Brothers going to flip when he sees that I've brought a dog home. So my plan of action is to tell him that it belongs to "a friend" distant friend he doesn't know, she's going overseas for 3 to 6 months and needs someone to look after her dog while she's gone.
In this case what will happen is that he will get attached to the dog as will I and my "friend" will ring one day and say how it seems that work wants her to stay on for eight months so I just come out and say well if it's ok with you well keep the dog because it's settled hear and we like it.
I'm thinking I'll even go as far to say that she's paying me weekly to keep the dog.
This will go to plan of course if I do end up getting a dog.
My mum never told my father when we got another cat or dog. He kicked up a fuss and just had to deal with it. I;m thinking that is where I get my head around doing it like this.
I would tell my mum the truth once she sees the dog and all goes well. If it doesn't go to plan and the dog is aggressive then it's back to the pound for her/it.
Or my friends plans fell through and she came back early.
My plans to study today went real well.
I got through about 3 questions on one assignment, got tired and went to bed for a sleep.
I feel good now but I have to go to work soon.
I also went to the music store and brought a CAPO. I got all excited and played my guitar for ages before the study got a look in.
Oh well, It sounds so different!I'm looking forward to the end of work so I can get on it again.
I have to go and deal with these clients now.
I had one woman ring up yesterday and explained who did her hair the last time "it was a tallish girl, with dark straight hair, I think she was moving out, or living with her mum"
I have curly hair and the other girl who worked there had straight but I guess we were both similar.
"she wasn't thin but she wasn't over weight, I'd say she looked normal." - nice to be considered "normal/average"
So she summed me up. She wanted me to cut her hair again.
10.30pm
I've just got home from work.
I was put off !! So now I'm out of work!
Funny how something like that can change your future. Like now, the dog looks like it will be out of the question unless I can finish my course by next week and then I could start the new job on Monday.
That's my goal.
I was only thinking today that I'd like to have a week off and study and get this course completed.
I'm hoping that is how it will work out.
That young guy who was a potential on the cards - well he's no longer either. I don't think we would have enough in common anyway.
So bring it on.
A new start or something in the near future.
Exciting! I love change and boy, Do I feel like I need one!
So head down and study hard for the next week. I'm going to the library to study it's to distracting at home. I have an attention span of about five minutes!

Works over rated

Well hear I am. I managed to get through yesterday without having a "v" caffeine drink or two.
So I decided to leave work at 1.30 pm when I started at 10 am. I was to tired to go on, I could only think of sleeping and how I was going to get through the night at street works, I was driving the van and it just wasn't going to be a good night unless I got some sleep. So I came home and slept for two hours, I felt great after it.
I get so irritable when I'm tired. I don't want to talk to anyone, I get shitty with people who I wouldn't usually and I get a headache. Add PMS and being hungry to the situation it's bad. But the night went well and there were no problems.
I'm studying today. I have to get through most of this second book to be put back on track.
The quicker I get through it the quicker I can get a new career.

Money makes the world - busy

It’s weird.
I had this dream last night. I don’t remember exactly what it was about, but I do remember sitting in the back of a car with this bull terrier. It was the colour of like a Labrador, off golden.
I was patting it’s head and loving it, It had a big smile on it’s face and was happy.
I woke up and thought. I want a dog.
Stupid but I wanted the dog in my dream. A fawn bull terrier.
I never do anything about my dreams, because that’s what it is – just a dream.
So I thought I’d just call the Pound and ask if they had a bull terrier up for sale.
“Hello RSPCA, how can I help you?”
“Hi, I don’t suppose you have a Bull Terrier there do you?”
“Ar, Yes we do, one just came in this morning”
“Really? What color is it?”
”She’s white with tan patches”
“Is she for sale?”
“Yes”
“Could you hold her till I come down and see her?”
“No”
So anyway I decided to go down during my lunch break and have a look.
But when I asked about her at the desk the woman said that “Yes, But she’s not for sale she only came in today there’s an eight day waiting period. You shouldn’t have actually been told about her. We don’t give out information until the eight day claiming period is over.”
So I went home empty handed. But even if nothing comes out of it, it’s still funny how some things happen.
I’m pretty certain that her owners will come and get her because she was only 4 months old, sounds like she just got out.
But if she isn’t claimed I’d be the first one to go get her.
I kinda hope she isn’t claimed. Time will tell.
Work today was fun. I cut this cute guys hair, he was cute till he opened his mouth - then he was just dumb.
I think he was young.
Last night's boxing class was pritty good. Today was the first time that I was actually sore. I think it's more because I didn't stretch before hand.
I'm contemplating on going out and skipping on the rope.
It's great exercise.
I'm wanting to go learn some more Guitar. I know of this guy who said he'll be happy to teach/show me. I'll have to give him a call.
Why do I feel that when I talk to guys simply as friends I feel after awhile of knowing them they seem to get more sincere in general conversation and I feel as if I continue to just be myself, I feel like I'm leading them on but I'm not.
I even go to the other extreme and just not talk to them as much as before.
Eliotte called last night, talking with him is good excuse my best friend likes him. That and I don't think we would really into each other in that way.
I wish there was about an extra ten hours in a day, then I think I could just about do everything I wanted to do.
I'm thinking to do a ten day boxing cleanse. $100 dollars - kinda pricey. Hmm - maybe every second.
Jay introduced me to the fittest man in Australia today.
I laughed appropiatly and said "Really, well I guess I could be his fittest woman"
We just laughed appropiatly cos' it was a quick reply, al talk nothing in it.
So this guy trains at the same oxing place as I do and runs the thousand steps a few hours before we do on a Sunday. He was talking about some fitness boot camp.
Yeah, why does everything have to cost money?!!

Exciting stage in life!!!

Ow it's so exciting!!! My mum is going on a "date/out for the day" with a guy who likes her! I'm nervous and excited for her! Ow! It's so good!
I don't think she's ever gone out with him (Rich) for a whole day sorta thing.
Or any male for that, ever since - well not in my 24 (almost) years!
I'm really happy at the moment. I had a productive day. I got in 3 or so hours of study, went shopping, more study, went to the boxing class talked on the phone to Goosey and she's coming with me on Saturday to the writers fest.
I've been playing by guitar and I wrote part of the article for the magazine.
I hope my mum has a good day. Te,he he I said I'll call her tomorrow and she how it went.
Meanwhile my brother came home from his fathers today. He comes in and says to me
"I don't want to go dancing with dad anymore" (They go to an over 28s together)
"Whys that?"
"Well - " My brother gets this confused look on his face. It's a funny look like he doesn't really know what to think.
"He's got these women all on the go"
"What do you mean?" I try not to smirk and laugh
"Well, he's got 3 women, One he's sleeping with one he's going out to dinner with and the other he's meeting up with again on Friday"
"HAHAHAHAHHAhA!!!! Are these women actually attracted to HIM!!! HA!"
What a dick.
"Yeah, I don't want to go with him anymore. He's going to screw everything up"
Ha, Hope he does that will teach the stupid man. He's a dick! I mean really, I don't know what type of women these are but they can't have a very high self worth to be with a man like him. He's a prick!

Whatever - this is why

I went out last night and got home at 3am.
I went to the X change. It was ok I was to tired to protest and go home early. But it was fun.
I recorded Jack and his band last night, before he was on there was this guy who was playing solo with his guitar and voice. I recorded him and when I came home I tryed to play something like it.
An old friend of my ex's had a baby three months ago. I was going to go see him today. We spoke on the phone two nights ago, I called him today to see if he was going to be home, he said that he was just on his way out but will call because he was coming out my way... I remembered why my X boyfriend doesn't want to be his friend anymore. He is the most unreliable person out. I thought Jack was but even he has nothing on Sam. He didn't call and I remember - he never did and that was his problem. He would always make plans and just not show up or forgot.
Speaking of which I got a text from Eliotte today saying "Hi Kaz, give us a call"
Ten minutes later I called him and no answer.
Whatever.
I have tomorrow off. I want to study and go to the boxing class. It's really good!
I've got more energy and it's a great work out.
I gotta go.

Stumped

I'm in the middle of writing an article for a magazine on the "street works" that I do. It's really not much but I want it to be good. It's only 350 words but try and come up with something which is going to stick and get the point across and be good
- I'm struggling to think of something more but I've got time on my side for the next two weeks at least.