My Saturday night...!!!

I had an interesting Saturday night. I went to watch Goosey and her boyfriend Maz's gig at a bar. I've never seen her play and she is sooo good! The two of them worked really well together.
After them another band played Maz's brother Jim was on the key board. They sounded good too, they have improved 100% from their fist gig I saw them at. The sound was heaps better.

It started when we got back to Deans house.
It's funny to look back on now but it wasn't at the time.
Well part of it was.
Alex, Goosey and I were outside waiting for the others to come.
Dean had locked himself out of his house so we were trying to break in that's when we were approached by this aboriginal guy in his late 20's.He asked where he was?
" Camberwell" Alex replied
"Do you have the time?"
"Yeah, It's 2.15" says me taking out my $$$ phone and looking at the time.He looks at it. He's agitated.
He looks at Alex's van (which had some equipment in it $$)
Goosey feels like this guys really weird and she throws her bag underneath the van. (she's drunk and she did it right in front of him! ) she walks towards me and we hug and laugh as I whisper "really discreet Goosey, do ya think he noticed!?!"
We laugh but I think it was because we were panicing a bit, because of the whole situation and not really knowing what's going to happen.
I say "let's get in the van it's warmer in there. "
"Alex?" The van's locked.
I look over towards the guy who was standing near Alex.
The Guy whistles.
"Goosey, Get in the car."
He whistles again, louder. He's got his hands in his pockets feeling around. Were walking towards my car.
We hear a return whistle coming from the street not far away.
"Goosey get in! Lock the doors! Alex! Alex get in the car!"
Were all freaking out, Alex is torn between his van with his stuff and taking in what's happening! He jumps in
"GO GO GO GO GO!!!!!!! " They yell at me
I start the car and accelerate. I don't move, my car is getting wheel spin and these guys are really close to my car.
I then have to drive slowly out off the grass and as we were driving out of the driveway the other car with Rene, Maz, Jim and Dean come round the corner.They beep us, the aboriginal guy grabbed Gooseys bag and ran.
It all happened in about ten minutes if that. But we were shaken up. The police were called, they were nice, but then there was another police car and the Dog squad too! Only one dog but we couldn't help but laugh after all we did tell them that nothing was in the hand bag just make up and dental plate. I guess they wanted to catch them, maybe someone else called them too - I doubt it.
We ended up back at Maz's and we stayed the night there.
It was Nice not to be alone. My brother was not home and I think it was just good to have people around me.
It got me thinking,what if - I tend to try not to do that but Goosey was really good at it so I guess she got me thinking and that's when I felt like I'd like the company.
Didn't get much sleep because I had a caffeinated drink and the rush of the night was keeping me awake.
When I finally did get to sleep I was woken up with a fright, Maz's massive Golden retriever shook him self right next to me and his collar rattled and my whole body jumped.
Took awhile to get to sleep but eventually I think I got about three hours.

It's my birthday Wednesday. Still doesn't feel like it. I have an assignment due in on Tuesday. Got to cramm it into tomorrow.

I am trying to see if I can put links and pictures on my Blog.
I'm sitting at home alone, I can hear something bangging in the other side of the house...Freaking out.
a bloHears a link I to a I read

My change for you

Everyone seems to be talking about change.
So I will.
Change. I embrace change. I love it.
I like to move house, Jobs - how boring would life be if there wasn't any difference in living day to day life?
I love meeting new people.
I think a recent change for me was not seeing out my contract on the ship and coming home then going on a holiday, Seeing how my Cousin lived, disgusted, coming early again then having to deal with the situation I was in.
I think it's all character building.
Past relationships and change? Nuf. Ah - I don't care about them.
It's who you are now that I'm interested in and not how you got to be there.
In saying this I like to read blogs but in a situation where a potential man is telling me, in great detail, about past relationships and how he got hear today, Well you have just been labeled with "Baggage".
Move on.
That's my 2 cents on that.

On a lighter topic, I went ice skating today with Jay. It was good, I haven't done that for years. Were going roller blading next time and also to the Open range Zoo.
I was tired having only had 4 hours sleep last night hence why I didn't go to school tonight.
I was sick and I have a feeling it was because of the caffeine drinks yesterday.

My brother doesn't want to have anything to do with his cult church anymore.
I could see it all happening and I knew what the outcome would be.
I was right. Now he's just confused, doesn't know what to think and he has the Korean people ringing and on the doorstep crying wanting him to come back because it's going to be the end of the world soon and he needs to go and pray with them...
I laughed at all this and said to my brother " You don't see my church ringing me and harassing me to come back ! " ( I haven't been for a bit because I've been in the country )
Weirdos.
But they brought 4 literes of good orange juice, hey I'll be up for the juice!

Oh My God - Wake me up!

Last night I had a bad dream. Nightmare.
I was pregnant didn't know who the father was because I was drugged at a party where I didn't know anyone except this guy who took me. When I found out that I was pregnant I was shocked. I went and got a DNA test from the chemist. They took a scan and said
"Congratulations it's twins!"
OMG!!! I thought, looking at this picture one boy and one girl. I turned to my friend who was like my best friend ( the girl I grew up with and lives in reality just down the road. I haven't seen her for ages.) She hugged me. She knew how I felt.
I was so devastated, I can't go overseas! I thought, Two! I can't get rid of two! Maybe I could give them away - no, oh, what am I going to do?!
Then this man who is a doctor said
"Well hang on, there's actually three - you see there's another boy being that one."
Two boys and a girl! Three! My life is over. This is the end. My life is over! I can't go overseas! Ever!
I walked out and then I was at home outside explaining to my mum and my friends mum how I got pregnant, didn't know how or who was the father! I had a suspicion which I remembered the party I didn't remember drinking but there were heaps of empty blueberry Vodka bottles on the floor in my car. So I put two and two together.
I was so upset I couldn't stop crying and thinking my life was over and I'm not able to go overseas!

I woke up and I was thinking how my life is over I'm pregnant and I'm not going to be able to go overseas. Who would want someone with three babies!
Then I thought,hang on I feel my stomach. Ah, oh thank God it was a dream.
I got up and can't explain how much I felt relieved.

Why did I dream this? I put it down to a few things.
1. I want to go overseas
2. Jack was saying the other day how it's best to have a baby between the age of 23 and 28 years old. ( Which I disagree with, way to young)
3. Mon was saying that she regretted not going overseas when she was single instead she got married and put the money towards a house. She said it was the biggest regret in her life.
4. I think a baby would ruin my goals, plans, ambitions my whole life.

I want to be single for when I travel overseas. No way do I want to be attached while traveling around.
I've had these baby dreams before. Heaps of times. Something which all of them have that is the same is that there is no father involved. I never know who the father is
and I look into the future (in my dream) and picture being a single parent.
I always wake up relieved.
Dreams are your sub conscious. Something someone says or does can make you dream weird things.

nakedbox.blogspot.com

i came across this blog and thought how true to the point it was.
I think this sums up everything I want in a man. I think it's great writing.
Go check out her blog nakedbox.blogspot.


I am interested in men that are secure in themselves, that are intelligent, resourceful and capable. I am not impressed by your car, stereo, or the notches on your bedpost. I’m not interested in the names you can drop, the money you make/waste, or the way you dress. And I certainly could care less how long your dick is.

I want what’s in your mind and soul. I want to know what is the worst thing you’ve ever done…and if you regret it. I want to know what makes you laugh. What you consider justice. I want to know what excites and motivates you. I want to know what makes you strong and what will bring you to your knees. Only then, will I be interested in what might be in your pants and what you can do with it.

Why Steelo? I don't understand

I don't get it, Steelo rang tonight.
I got one missed call from him then half an hour later he calls again.
After about ten minutes of idle chit chat and a few awkward pauses, He says his coming to Melbourne in a couple of weeks - and we should catch up.
Hmmm... I defiantly think the thought of me is 110% better then me in the flesh.
We have nothing in common.
I haven't been around for the weekends and I doubt I'll be around when he comes down.

Jack came around today and I cut and colored his hair. Black and electric purple.
It looked great! He's got the great looks and attitude to pull it off.
He was a little wide eyed when he saw it, but I think he liked it.

I've been playing my guitar and I'm quietly happy with myself. One of my goals when I started playing was that I wanted to be able to play a Christian song by my birthday. 29th June.
I've done that (in a way) but I exceeded that and now I'm working towards completing my own song. I smile because I still love it.

Berry bushes...?

I went for a walk with Cameron yesterday. We both got stuff off our minds and it was good because we tend to bounce off each other and tell each other how it is without being insensitive.
We ended up at a park and had a D&M.
On the walk home, we passed these berry bushes. They have hard little red berry looking things on them. He picks them off the tree and I knew what he was going to do.
"Doonn't.. Nooo.."
He laughs at me - " I haven't done anything!"
"Just don't.."
He giggles, we keep walking
"I mean it, don't.." Wary I smile
He pifs one, two and one gets stuck in my hair. He got it out,
"No,dooon't, I told you not to"
"Aww, come on - your no fun, Fi (he's girlfriend) would of been slapping me and rubbing them in my hair by now."
"Yeah, You like that don't you!"
"Yeah"
"Well, I don't, I think it's stupid. I was brought up that you don't do that because you'll poke someone in the eye with it. It's not fun"
We laughed.
He then passed a gum nut tree. He gets a gum nut.
Need I say more? I just looked at him.
"I won't throw it at you ..."
He tried to then tried to put it down my back.
"Don't!"
"Ok,ok " he laughs.
This is me. I don't do that sort of stuff. Some people might put it down to maturity.
But I've always been like that.
Snobby? Well, I don't think anyone thinks that. I just think it's a stupid thing to do.
(Ha, another stupid thing to do is reading a letter while driving a manual van on a freeway, with two other people in it! But that's another story. I was that passenger, telling the driver to go read it in his own time! Passengers not impressed.)
One thing Cameron and I spoke about is being completely yourself.
For example, When Frank and I were being driven home in the van that night by Brian,
The van was swerving about into the other lanes. I saw what Brian was doing and said the above.
"It's ok"
"Nah - you have others in the car and your swerving all over the place"
I asked Frank if I sounded harsh.
He thought about it and said
"Yeah/no - Well, When I drive the van I make sure that I drive extra carefully with people in it. I wouldn't be reading a letter"
"Yeah, so do I that's why I think it's wrong."
I think it sounds worse when I re read it now but Brian didn't seem to care.
So I don't think I'm being unreasonable, In a situation like that I do speak my mind.
I guess I was compleatly myself.
Years ago I would of just said nothing and made a mental note of it.
I watched the good old, trusty Dr.Phil. Dr Arrogance if you ask me.
My mum came back from the oldies club, I'm glad she's got out and involved with other oldies. She hates me calling it that, I think it's funny that it gets a sincere reaction of "Their not all old"
Yeah, to be a member of this club you gotta wait about, roughly a year before someone keels over and your able to take their spot! Te he he
I guess it's funny cos' it's true!

Gym Junkies

Well, I went to the Gym today and I think I can safely say, that it still doesn't interest me.
All those people in those little tops and skin tight painted on pants. Even the guys looked fashionable, in their 3/4 cut offs and sleevless tops. Which are painted onto their body too. Bring on the trackkies and T shirt I say. I'm not there to pick up.
Jay, who came with me seems to think it is.
Ha! Not likely!
Walking when you don't actually move from the one spot and climbing stairs that just lead to more stairs and you go no higher. Stupid really.
Mr Philosopher isn't going to show me anything on the guitar, He never returned my text but I figure at least I tried. I honestly just wanted to learn more.
Nothing else in it.
My birthday is coming up. I'm going to be 24, Geez it doesn't feel like it was six years ago when I was in High school!
I've just finished my assignment that I have to hand in tomorrow.
I've had such "Bum around" days lately. You know not doing much of anything.
Still playing my guitar heaps and half way through my first song :)
I miss my best friend, she's overseas. I got an email from her, she said she had just come home from a great night out, I wish I could be there with her.
I still want to travel.

American football

I'm wondering is Armrican football really such a big deal in uni as it's made out to be in moviss? Now i'm watching the seconf movie, Legends of the fall.
I'm still happy, he he he ya get that after so many bottles of Vodka - small ones.
I haven't felt like dinner. I'm happy. At the moment I truley feel happy :)
No drugs needed, II don't agree with drugs, Try not to.
Alchole is just something that in the right place and time is good.
Hmm...Sitting at home on a saturday night, watching movies while having a few - is a good time in some cases. Well it is tonight ;)

Sean Austin you hot little Lover

So, hear it is. I'm sitting in my purple flannel PJ pants on, they have stars on them and a old but warm light blue jumper. My hair is out and I'm feeling very relaxed. It could have something to do with the fact that my blueberry vodka cruiser is keeping me company. I've hired 5 movies for the week. The one I have got on now is called Rudy, an 80's film asked on a true story.
Did I get it because I saw that Sean Austin was in it? Yes, I did. I like Sean Austin in everything I have seen him in.
Why do I feel like not being sober and alone? Because I feel like it. I just don't feel like doing anything.
Jay came round after work today. He was telling me all about his boyfriend. Blah.
We were debating weather he was going to come round again tonight. It's good I told him that I just felt like chilling by myself, no feelings were hurt - you just have to do it sometimes.
I have a blue tongue.
I saw a house engulfed in flames last night, lucky it was deserted and no one was inside but I and other people near by, stood around and watched the firemen put out the blaze. Then I got back into my car and passed an accident where a car had spun out of control, plowed through a fence then another fence hit a few trees and was crushed.
No one was in it by the time I got there but it looked like a fatal accident.
It was a bad night out on the roads. Wet and windy. I drove the van last night and I felt like it was swerving all about the road!
I'm tired. I slept through my aralm this morning. Lucky I wasn't late for work.
I met this guy last night who spoke to this girl for six months before he met her. A year later they are married. They didn't even see eachother!
I guess they were all ready attracted to eachother.
I'm going to go make damper.

Relationships are weird

It must have been how I was feeling last night, I did go for that run down the side of the house but didn't manage to wake up my brother so until next time, I'm thinking I'll throw lemons at his wall... ;)
I had the most weirdest dream! I was laughing so much in my dream that I woke up because I was laughing! I dreamt that there were these two guys,myself and another girl with long dark hair. She was at the other end of this indoor tennis court.
We,the two guys and I were plotting how to win the game because it was three against one. Then we were all laughing because we decided that the boys would tuck up and turn into human size tennis balls and hit her! So that's what we did. The first guy did it and I couldn't stop laughing with this other guy because we thought it was really funny. The other girl thought it wasn't fair because she wasn't going to win but saw the amusing side to the boys antics.
he,he I don't know what I was thinking for that one. I think the guys were the twins off the T.V reality show Big Brother and the girl at the other end was Ginna who got voted off the show a week ago.

I went shopping and brought new bathers today. I couldn't bring myself to go swim laps in a bikini and take myself seriously.
I want to go swimming, I have really low blood pressure and in winter I feel like if I don't get moving and increase my heart rate I feel like I'm going to pass out when I get up in the mornings and from sitting for to long,I can't function.
I've been to the doctors and they say the same thing "It's better to be low then high."

My friend Jay has finally got himself a boyfriend. It's only been a week and both of them are talking about the future!!!! Sending text messages " I miss you xx"
What!? HUH!?!?! Nah, that's weird. That's after a week! ONE WEEK!!!!
I wouldn't even tell anyone till at least after a month or two!!!
Not that I'd be ashamed but I wouldn't want anyone to know, in case it didn't work out!
Stupid relationships. Who needs them!
Frank asked me on Wednesday when I saw him if I had anyone on my raider.
I said "No, not really."
Usually there is but for awhile now my raider has been empty. Maybe there's a fault in the system!
There maybe two or three on the out skirts of my raider but they don't get picked up because they haven't stepped onto my raider beam and shown any interest. So they remain a murmur on the outskirts.
What am I talking about! I don't want anyone!
As I say that I wouldn't turn down those murmurs if they asked me out.
Contradicting myself I know but ya get that.

Keeping the faith...AM run outs :)

He he he he he he :) Ha heheheheh :)
Call it what you want but I'm silently giggling he he he :)
Ok, For you to get a chuckle I have to give you a bit of history.
My brother is involved with a church which worships some Asian man who claimed that he was Jesus re incarnate. I don't like it because he is VERY easily manipulated into believing them and or other such things. This brings me to what happened tonight.
I had a bit of a cleaning overhurl I dusted,swept and washed. When I dusted I moved my brothers model of a plane he made. Now he has OCD (obssive compulsive disorder)
and knows exactly where everything is kept.
I come home at 10.15pm and he's in bed but gets up.
"Did you have someone come round today?"
"No, why?"
"One of your male friends come round?"
"No,why??" He didn't believe me. I hate it when he does that.
"He touched my plane, make sure that they don't touch my plane"
"Oh - whatever." I walk off.
Honestly I didn't even realize that I moved it dusting. Easy done. It was only slightly moved anyway.
He follows me into the kitchen. He's got this look on his face. It's the confused/puzzled/astounded look that he gets, like something isn't not right.
"Did you see a bit of paper in the dictionary?"
"What paper?"
"A little bit of paper, I put it in the dictionary under s because I had a dream about this spiritual word starting with S which meant "higher being"."
He just does these stupid things. Don't ask cos I don't know.
"No I didn't see any paper"
"OooH. I can't find it. I've looked and looked" He's looking through it while talking.
"It's not hear! Maybe I threw it out. No I couldn't of, I don't remember doing that" He searches through the bin.
"Hear it is! But I don't remember throwing it out!"
I look at it, of course he doesn't remember doing it - I did it!
It wasn't a small piece of paper it was A4 size and it was my bank statement. He wrote one word on it and just scribble. So I threw it out.
It amused me and so it started.
Me: "Ooow, How do you think it got in the bin? That's wired, that's very weird."
My eyes widen as I keep a straight face.

"I don't know, I didn't do it"

"Gosh. You know you shouldn't do that sort of thing, mess with higher beings. I know I've been there. Very wired things happen -
(I got into it when I was younger nothing really happened. It was more to do with angles and stuff) Oow be careful. I had a person in my room the other week. I could feel her in my room! I also heard like a banging outside on my wall!... I tell ya, it's this church that you are going to. Jesus doesn't like it when you worship other beings that claim to be him!"
"I don't worship what they do, I worship Jesus. Who was she in your room?? What did she look like??"

"Older woman, I don't know who she was. It doesn't matter, you still go worship with them"

He stops and thinks.
He starts to reassure himself.
"Nah, I'm ok, I believe in Jesus"

"Oh look, If I was you I would wear a cross to bed"
I can't tell you , It was sooo hard keeping a straight face but I pulled it off!!! Is this mean? cos I'm thinking it's funny!

He looks concerned as he heads back to bed.

Hehehehehehehehehe This is where I plot my night. I find this highly amusing! :)he he
Before I go to bed tonight I'm going to do a run around.
There's like a lane way between the fence and the house and it's his bedroom at the end of it. So it has to e done! I'm going to make a noise and pat with my hand all the way down the side of the house. He'll freak!!!
The morning will come and I'll just laugh and still not tell him it was me!
Is it bad that this is what it comes down to, to get a laugh at my brothers expense!?
He left him self wide open - It has to be done!

You are who???

"Hi, it's me - how's it going?"
"Who??"
"Karen, your - daughter.."
"Arr - Karen, hi love"

He now wants me to call him "Dad". It's foreign to me. Like I don't know the word or the meaning. My face scowls in dissaprovement.
Not going to happen.
Can't buy me love - the classic Beetles song, so true so true.
Half of my life he has not referred to as anything besides Father.

The real estate course is boring but I'm getting through it.
I'm handing my assignment in tonight.

I did street works last night. I loved it.
I saw Frank I hadn't seen him for awhile. He's a volunteer. Nice guy.

I got a response to my skit I wrote from this guy I gave it to, to look through.
The response was what I thought it would be. So that was good. Means I can see crap too, but I'll keep writing. Hey I enjoy it, what ever comes out from it is a bonus and he was supportive too so that's good.

I'm finding it easy to avoid being at home.

I got roped into a new mobile phone and a 24 month contract. Not impressed, I think I'll give it to my brother, he wants it.

Inspiration

I'm feeling a lot happier at the moment.
I've been thinking about the past a lot.
Just something I do when I get into the state of mind I was in.
Now I feel I've been picked up and a bit more positive.

Hmm... The week is looking up :)
I'm going to get some guitar lessons. I want to know more, I've got about three different tune things. If I try and make up any other it ends up being the same as the others. That's when I need some inspiration.

Feeling like me again

It’s amazing how you get out of one environment and into another just how much you change. I have come up to my mum’s house in the country.
I’m currently sitting outside on the patio drinking hot milk, listening to the birds chirp and somewhere in the distance I can hear some one mowing their lawn.
It’s not to cold. I’ve been sitting outside for the past hour and a bit, playing my guitar and reading the current edition of Voiceworks.
The tightness in my stomach has resided and I was able to eat some lunch.
I’m actually happy today. Bronson and Muffin (mums dogs) were so happy to see me. I got my hugs and kisses from them and my mum so now everything’s looking up. I was told last week that I was all these nice things.
I smile when I think of the text messages and the emails sent to me.
He’s persistence makes me think that he meant the apology.

I have wonderful people around me. Friends seem to mean the world to me.
Ok so you have your acquaintances but everyone means something to me.
I consider my family to be my mum, her best friend Mom and her kids.
My actual biological family are people I don’t care to know and wish I didn’t know.

My plan for this week is to avoid being at home at all costs.
I’m lucky, Yesterday I had to get out and even tho I have been wanting for ages to go and walk down St Kilda boulevard I also wanted to go see my “family” whom I haven’t seen for ages. So I went and saw them.
More hugs and talks. I stayed there for the day.

I’ve got a casual job as a hairdresser working at a barber shop. I worked a couple of hours on Saturday, as a trial. At the end he said that my work he saw was very good and the jobs mine. Then we chatted for another 15 minutes about relationships…
“So how long have you been hairdressing for?”
“A bit over five years”
“I see, so how old are you again?”
“I’ll be 24 at the end of the month.”
He looks surprised and chuckles
“What – how old did you think I was?”
“Well you’ve been hairdressing for five years but you look like your 18 or 19”
“Great, Usually people ask if I have kids! How old are you?”
“ 42”
This guy didn’t look gay. He was quite attractive. Bleached hair, nice smile
More small talk.
“Do you have a partner?” he asks
“No, no wouldn’t want to go and do that!” I laugh
He’s smiling. “Yeah I’m divorced myself, Tara’s a single mum, Jenny’s had failed relationships and their was once a girl who worked hear who was after all the clients and that all failed. It tends to be abit of a trend in hear!”
“Te heh, Their’s no chance of me doing that. Their’s a line that I just don’t go near with clients.”
“Yeah, When I was working at a woman’s salon I did that it ended badly and I never was her again”

So I start next Saturday. I enjoy cutting guys hair. They always want something different or trendy AND they are more open to suggestions.
I had an old client from the first salon I worked at call me the other day. She loved the way I put her hair up for this wedding she went to and wants me to do it again.
That was good to hear. I think I needed to hear it.
( HA HA interlude , Jackson the goat jumped into mums wheelbarrow and she wheeled him around, the Charlie thought that it looked like fun and tried to jump in too – they are so cute!!!)

I haven’t been out with street works for a month cos I had been sick. I miss the streeties.

I wrote a bit of a spiel last night just over 300 words.
I’m kinda happy with it. I might make it into a poem or something.

Tonight is Quiet and I'm alone.

It's Saturday night. Plans to go out fell through.
I'm sad.
I need a hug.
I might just go to bed.
I have to get out of this state of mind. I really don't like it.
I went to a zine fair today. That was good.
Sigh.
My friend Jay just called. He's picked me up a bit.
Thank God for friends.

Babble on the Mic

I went to Babble last night, I went with Goosey. It was really good. I got a free drink card given to me that was a bonus. I got all inspired to write something as I was sitting listening to the poems/ spoken word. I wrote down what I was thinking then read it to Goosey. She's such a supportive person but extremely biased as a friend. She said it was good enough to perform/speak out on the open mic.
I couldn't bring myself to do it. I didn't think It was good enough.
At the end of the night I got a couple of email adresses which I can send my stuff to and get an opinion that's outside the square.
Before Goosey and I went out we spent about half an hour going through some lyrics for the tune things I made up.
I probably rip off a few artists but ya get that.
I loved it and Goosey is a really good singer so that's even better!
I spoke to Mr.Phillisopher last night. He performed spoken word and I love to watch the guy. He's style is very captivating.
I find that I'm laughing out loud at some of the things he does. For example getting everyone to in the crowd to participate by asking everyone to stand up,come on everyone - we all stand, he finishes his act. Automatic standing ovation he
Another one last night running through the crowd and saying "Touch me, touch me"
Another celebrity status and he manages to pull it off and he's very funny.

I go to the library to day to pick up a few books, only to find that I have a overdue amount owing $32.95 !!!
I tried to lie my way out of it - "Oh, Do I? Oh. I don't remember taking that out..." Doh, You idiot. I returned it and forked out $20.
I'm on nice terms with the video guy so when I have over due DVDs he clears them.

I'm going to go and email one of these guys my poem/spoken word stuff, I'm scared of what they will say.
Oh,...Stuff it , just do it.

Building bridges

Well, two days later, six pages of writing in my pen to paper journal and a few phone calls to friends, life's looking up again.
I always felt like hairdressing wasn't a job which didn't require a high amount of thinking hence you don't have to be a brain surgeon to do it.
It's one thing for yourself to think that but it's another to actually be told it. In not so many words, by someone who I once looked to for support.
Who I have always supported.
I'll Quote
"Kaz, Hairdresser, Australia. Well that really sums you up. Oh - that's mean I shouldn't say that, sorry"
I look at him, in disbelief that he just said that.
"Your a prick."
I don't call anyone that sort of thing. Ever. Oh well.
I've built my bridge and I'm walking slowly over it.

On a higher note, I start my real estate course tonight. Seven weeks from today I hope to have a real estate license.

I'm off to watch "Mr.Phillisopher" perform tomorrow night. I'm going with Goosey.
Speaking of which, were meeting up in a few weeks and figuring out what were going to play for a recording! Yea! I've been playing heaps and it will be great to have her input into how we can change it and work with it.
I'm going out on Saturday night to see a friend perform in a art house sort of play.