I like rain

I like rain.

I do.

Dear old mother nature, seems to be reading my mood perfectly. Noice and grey and somber. But I do like rain, even when I'm happy. Rain is the earth healing itself (unless it's acid rain...)
Hmm. One of the things I like to do when it rains, is find a comfortable spot to sit and watch the rain and play 'The Rain Song' by Led Zeppelin. Try it some time, it's quite cool. One of the other things rain generally does is bring the temperature down. Now, I like the cooler weather better than the hot and humid weather (hot and dry I can handle, but I live in QLD, so that really doesn't happen much!). I mean, I can think you a lot more ways to warm myself up (and some of the can be a lot of fun!), than I can of cooling myself down without the use of a fan, or airconditioner, or ice (though ice can be fun too!).

In essence this is really another rambling post. But after my last post I thought a bit of light-hearted musing would be a good thing. And on my previous post - jeez how melodramatic was I? I do honestly mean what I said, but I really feel like slapping myself and telling me to "get over it ya' big girly skirt!" But then again that maybe the Irish coffee talking (thanks Mr Ford!)

I'm off to the coffee machine,
J.

Numb...

This post is for me. I don't want anyone's sympathy, nor do I want anyone to be offended by the shit I'm about to spin out. Re my "The universe" post: I was wrong, so fucking wrong it's almost funny. Almost. I've been soooooooooooo fucking stupid. I've done things that I should not have done. I should have been stronger. I have betrayed someone who I thought was a friend. I have complicated things for people who I love. I am the lowest of the low. To all my friends here, please do not be offended when I say I really don't want to be here right now. I don't want to be in this city. I don't want to be in this country. I'd rather be a million miles from here. I just manage to fuck things up, right royaly. I am not angry at the other people involved, I am angry at myself. I, at this stage of my life, should be stonger than this. I am sorry. I have compromised things for everyone, for the people who care about me. The soundtrack to my desolation: At the drive-in, relationship of command (for those of you who know it, you will understand). I am also very fucking drunk and feeling amazingly sorry for myself. Waaa. I didn't do drama at high school. Though I don't remember doing drama queen at high school, but I'm sure I must have.
I am drunk because I want to be numb. Numb is a good way to be. I am not a stoner, but I sort of understand the appeal. To be in a such a state that everything just washes over you. Teflon, nothing sticks to you. I am a rock. I fucking wish! I just wanted something for me, is that so wrong? I guess it was. I am so sorry to all those who have suffered the collateral damage from this. I will do my best to make it up to you, I promise.

I am just a fool,
J.

No hablo ingles

Hmmm, this post has no point what-so-ever. My brain is non-functional, no wait that's not quite right. It's more like there's a thousand ideas screaming around in there but I can't hold onto one long enough to follow it to its end. And I didn't want to be one of those people who don't post for ages, and ages, and ages (Taggs!!). My head is just in one of those manic phases. Nothing wrong with that, it's just out of sync with my body. I could probably drink a shit load of coffee in the hope that it catches up. Though sleep is a pretty good option too - sometimes I get some of the most vivid dreams (not those sort of dreams though, damn it!).

And in further news: there's a cyclone off the coast! Yee-ha! I have a strange fascination with cyclones. It may have something to do with being in Darwin for Christmas 1974. I'm told I slept through the whole thing! My parents have photos of the place afterwards, it's pretty darn freaky (and that's not because my parents sort of looked cool, in a seventies way. Well the eighties certainly fixed that!). I used to hate thunder storms as a kid, the thunder scared the absolute shit out of me. But now I love the things - maybe it's an appreciation of the majesty of nature at work, either that or I really like things that go bang and stuff. Yes I am a kidult! I have the toys to prove it!

League season starts again in 14 days! Go you mighty Tigers!

See I told you there was no point to this post.

Rock, rock, n' more rock,
J.

The universe....

Ever get that feeling that somebody/something is pulling the strings in this crazy little game of life? That our actions aren't necessarily our own? Or is it more that we have a personal legend to fulfill. A destiny, or perhaps a path that we should follow. We can't see it, but it's there and most of the time I think we just idlely plod along, more or less on it. There are times when you feel completely at odds with your surrounding, in a grey place. I think this is life telling you that you've walked way off the path and need to find your way back.

Then there are times when this great mystery, that we live through, gives you the biggest fucking nudge and says "This is where you need to be, this is where you are going, this is what has been set down for you!" It's that really wierd, yet amazing, feeling - like all the planets are aligned and that you are the centre of the universe, suddenly calm and focused and aware.
I felt this over the weekend. A beautiful feeling, but also a little scary.

This post is a bit more serious than my previous ones. I am a lot broken still from the Double Island Diesel Assualt. I am tired and my body is far from impressed with me. But hey, it was a blast!

"If you go to war, you expect you might get shot. That still doesn't make it hurt any less!"

Sleep well,
J.

Head like a hole - blackhole!

I have been accused of having a "head full of shit". It's not meant as an insult, it's a comment upon the amount of absolutely, seemingly, useless information that I somehow retain. There's some bizarre stuff crammed away in the recesses of my brain - as can be atested too by the crew who used to go to trivia. I don't know how I do it, after all I've spent many years eradicating brain cells in one way or another. But somehow information just keeps popping up - a bit like searching for things on Google! There is one thing though that I could never remember - all of the important formulas from phsyics and maths, when I was doing senior. This may very well be the reason that I completely failed these two subjects (oh, soooo many years ago).

Yet, I keep learning more and more things. Someday soon, I'm sure, the the old head-hard-drive will get full and the recall rate will start to slow down. Then I'll just have to rely on my charm and good looks. Hahahahahahahahahaha....cough...choke...cough...a-hahaha...

"Stupidity is not an option, it's now a standard feature!"

San Dimas High School football rules,
J.

"Or would you rather be a fish?"

Valentines day..... it's no wonder there was once a massacre on this day (Yes, I know it had nothing to do with it being Valentines day!). This is a day that has been designed for two reasons: making money and making single people feel like emotional exiles!

Bah-Humbug to the lot of you!

Well, it's going to be spot-the-single on my bike ride tonight, or the fitness fanatic! (In case you couldn't guess I fall into the former catagory, not the latter.)

So you can shove all of your candle-lit-dinners, your hand-holding-moonlight walks, your dozen-long-stemmed-roses, your sexy-lingerie, your cute-ass-lovey-doveyness somewhere really painful and uncomfortable and possibly unbearably smelly! Bah!

Though, sometimes it would be nice to be one of the sheep.....

"Wisdom comes from the bottom of a bottle...no, wait that's a hangover!"

I am not happy, nor am I a camper,
J.

Resistance is NOT futile

Hooray for Mr Ford! He gave it to the Man today! He did what we'd all like to do (especially on a Monday) and told his boss to take his job and place it somewhere highly inappropriate!
That's one for the workers - cue the waving of red banners and singing of patriotic and uplifting anthems....la-la-lalala....etc. I hope at this time of the afternoon he is, at the very least, pleasently inebriated and quite comfortable with his decision. Noice one Bruva!

In my own small piece of rebellion, I am blogging at work. Ok, so I am actually on my lunch break (take a look at the post time people!). I wonder if I swear more in my blog I will be blocked from viewing it? I must try this one day when I have absolutely nothing to write.
I have four friends who have blogs on blogspot - two I can view and two are blocked for "adult content"? Now I'm pretty sure both of the "adult content" blogs are text only!! Must be some pretty juicy stuff!!

"The seeds of doubt are not sown by hand. They have a machine for that nowdays!"

Hi-ho-hi....
J.

Happy b'day Princess E!

Happy birthday Princess E! Thanks for letting us celebrate your entry into the Thirties Club with you! And a big thanks to the whole Princess family for their hospitality, generosity and food!
And to Mr SanFran, we miss you brother, it gets a bit quiet around here without you! I hope your back is okay?

Well that's the end of the Aquathon for another year, unless we back it up tomorrow. I have survived another one relatively unscathed. I did say relatively.....

To my Aqua brothers and sisters - We rock, we rule the world and we are the sexiest bunch of biatches in the universe - but then again you all knew that!

So Mr Biggs, Tigergirl, Crom and Princess E - Hugs and kisses to you all (but not in any brokeback way boys...)

Nighty-night team,
J.

Observations from the back of a bicycle

I have made an observation. Since the start of this year I have stopped smoking and started riding my bicycle quite a bit. Now in the beginning this was quite a shock to the system - I had been at best, sedentry and darn fond of a good party. Though very quickly my body seems to have adjusted to the level of punishment I'm putting it through. There is one thing I have noticed though as an unexpected side effect.

I have found that I can now drink a shit-load more alcohol than I previously could!

Now this is both exciting and disturbing.

The rock star in me is loving it - he's ready to go large and damn the consequences! He's looking to emulate the hard-rocking, hard-drinking, hard-loving heroes of rock n' roll - except he hasn't got a band at the moment....(nor is there a lot of the hard, or soft, loving either)

On the flip side, I believe my liver is beginning a grass-roots movement to remind me who really runs the show. I'm pretty sure he's talked the kidneys into supporting him, and I know he definately has the backing of the brain (it was staging a protest of it's own this morning....). And I know that the stomach and the bowels were throwing their weight around after last weekend's Aquathon.

Hmm...Then throw into the mix a mild obsession with caffine and.... Yee-ha!

Somehow I think the rock-star still has the majority vote in the parliment of my well-being, but you'd expect that from me!

J.

Blog, blog, blog, blog...

I am blog therefore I am! Yee-ha!
I would like to thank Mr Biggs for guidance and input, to get this up and running, finally.
Well....here we are a day away from another anniversary for the day that the doctors and nurses decided to bring me kicking and screaming into this world. Contrary to popular belief I am neither a genetic expeiment nor one of the undead.
And ain't it just been an interesting little year already?
Nuff' said on this topic at the moment, the dust has yet to settle on a lot of stuff......
Sercret squirrel stuff indeed.
I think I need a drink, but I am the driver.....dang it!