spannellman

spannellman
2002-04-21 11:44:42 (UTC)

First entry

Dear Diary. Ahem.
Well I never thought I would be writing that. Diaries
were always something for stupid teenage girls to
have, not me. Well, as it turns out, I have been
occasionally writing large strings of text, some of it
meaningfull, some of it most definately not. So I figure I
may as well collate these writings in one place - rather
than the usual, which is often, for some reason, on any
computer which happens to be nearby when I am drunk
or partially intoxicated. Thankfully this is not very often.
So why not, why not make irregular installments of
thoughts and anecdotes somwhere? No doubt I will
find it very interesting to read through in later years.
So here goes.

I shall begin with the happenings of the weekend past.
Happening 1. After spending the week at my fathers
mansion, from which travelling to work was hell (i have
a Holden Commodore shaped dent in my rear bumper
to prove it) and I am glad to be back home with my
Mother, who is on the other end of the economic scale.
Not glad for any reasons of bias etc. just the travelling
is much easier from here.
Friday night was spent at my Fathers house. Friday
afternoon my boss, Franz, had given me a pat on the
back and a six pack of James Boags Premium.
Mmmm. I arrived home to find a six pack of Cascade
Premium in the fridge for me. Looks like I wasnt driving
anywhere that night. It was upon this Friday that I did get
a little drunk, but unfortunately my friends are far from Mt
Eliza, where the mansion is, so it was just Dad, Chris
(brother), Mambo (insane dog) and myself. Spent a lot
of time on the phone, then settled in front of a stone age
laptop PC and proceeded to write a very nasty analasys
of everything I could see. Wrote two pages about the
mouse, keyboard, writing program... might post it here
at some point.

Saturday comes.
I wake up at quarter to nine, am gone in less than an
hour. My trusty 1979 Honda Prelude was feeling peppy,
the sun was out and the roof was open - it was a great
start to a great day.
My friend Cassandra was down from NSW - she is
studying up there, and I only get to see her a few times
a year now. I am very sad about her going away to
study.
--phone call interruption--
That was Ryan telling me how he can't wait to Jam with me.

Well I went to her house at about 1 and stayed there for a bit -
listened to all the wonderfull music she's been listening to -
converter, autechre, einterzunte neaubauten or however you
spell it - lots of chunky metal sounds and the like. Then we
headed to Lygon street and got something to eat - went to my
favorite cheap eat there, Thresheremans bakehouse. Sat, talked,
then went to Brunswick street and poked about some CD stores,
she bought an EN cd which, after hearing, I shall be purchasing
myself. Had a cappucino at the Veggie bar, she had an iced
chocoloate. Talked for what seemed like hours. It was just like
old times. Made me realise just how much I miss her. I'm going
to have to redouble my efforts at keeping in touch with her.
Unfortunately this night was, to my dismay, also Tina's 18th
birthday. I had promised to go, and knew she would be really
hurt if I didn't turn up. So I had to take Cassandra home at about
7, then pick up Joel and Beck to go to the party, if you could call it
that. We arrived, and there were heaps of people, a party bus, it
looked great. Got out of the car, asked a group of people 'is this
Tina's party?'. Yes it is, was the reply. For a moment, i was happy
- then they said "Do you have fifty bucks? You can come with us
on this party bus, it's gonna be awesome. This party is shit."
I had fifty bucks and couldn't wait to go, but Joel and Beck didn't,
so we had to decline. The hall was empty. At one end was a DJ
setup, but the DJ was outside having a smoke. At the other end
was a table with about 10 people on it, eating chips and drinking
bourbon and cola. Tina ran towards me and grabbed me by the
arm, dragged me in front of these people and introduced me.
There were, to my surprise, some attractive girls here. Maybe
this wouldn't be so bad after all.
I didn't like the implications tina's constant clinging to my arm
would be creating in the minds of the party, so I spent a lot of
time trying to avoid her. Tina is not my idea of an ideal partner for
me. She has all the intelligence of a pickled herring and as
much class and self respect as whoever invented new romantic.
This party was such a non event that we decided to create our
own. We headed to my car, cranked the stereo, piled in and had
a ball. How, I have no idea, but it was a party. We danced, sang,
carried on and otherwise made complete and utter fools of
ourselves and weren't in the least ashamed of it.
There was in the hall one interesting thing - a girl of about 12, or
what appeared to be, dancing very well, drinking beer and
socialising with the older members of the group. She looked to
be a girl, but very shapely. In fact, Joel, me and Beck (beck is a
lesbian) all agreed that we would very much like to become
better acquainted with her. We figured she was about 16 or so,
but very short.
I said to Tina my opinion of this girl on the phone after I left, and
Tina said she was in fact 21 and would actually rather like for me
to meet her.
So Thursday (ANZAC day) I have been invited to the Hallam hotel
- that is, bar and hotel, to meet with her and some of her
(ordinarily sized) friends for some dancing and perhaps a bit of
how's-your-father at the end, depending on how things go. Then
there is also the offer on that day to go to the movies with Joel,
Ryan and the youth group. I don't mind the youth group. They
don't talk about God so I don't mind going places with them.
I am thinking about it, Thursday, if I really would like to try and
romance this err, woman, or not. It's a strange thing.
Sunday morning after the party was spent watching extremely
bad 80's video clips on Rage. There was Kraftwerk, New Order,
and a whole heap of others which I don't remember. Eventually I
fell asleep. Next morning Ryan woke and went to church. I slept.
Eventually I woke up. I called Joel. Joel asked me what exactly
was it I thought I was doing calling him, as he was in the room
opposite mine.
The next hour was spent procrastinating, but a very precisely
timed procrastination it was - I wanted to get out of the house
before his dad woke up. he knows I am an atheist and I can see
in his eyes something frightening when he looks at me, so I try to
leave. Unfortunately at one point I forgot I was trying not to wake
him up and cranked Enigma's Mea Culpa, which brought the
bleary eyed Christian (who was sleeping after a late night shift)
from his slumber and into the room I was in asking what was all
this thumping and chanting and such.
I left shortly afterwords, to spend the rest of the day relaxing.
I bought Enigma's MCMXC a.D. album while out with Cassandra,
by the way. It is rather good.

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