Catsup

The best thing about not having any real friends within >300km is that you can be a complete and utter dork and there's no one to give you shit for it.

To explain, I'll start as always on a negative note (are there ever any positives to these posts?)
Yesterday was pretty much the worst day ever, which is surprising because no one died.
I'll just list all the factors:

- Mood started off at zero, half due to the fact I was paid a week late and spent 8 days with $0.99 to my name. Half due to the fact that due to the aforementioned poverty, I haven't had my zoloft for over a week and STILL can't afford the scripts. Even if I had the money, I can't even find the fucking things. Coming off hard hurts a fuckton more than easing off slowly, which sucks anyway.
 My last doctor upped my doseage from 100mg to 150mg, but Zoloft (or any generic sertraline) doesnt come in 150, it's 100 and 50. So that's doubled the cost of my scripts.
 Plus, if I can't find these scripts I'll have to return to a doctor to acquire new ones, which will be about $80. So $80, plus $30 each for the actual drugs, that's $140 that I still won't have for another week.

- Got berated all day by the Panjabi Hitler who operates under the guise of shift supervisor at the supermarket. Apparently not knowing the ins and outs of that place on FUCKING DAY TWO is unacceptable.
It got the point where I adjusted my attitude from "must get everything spot on" to "devil may give a flying fuck if I'm only charging people for 90% of their groceries.

- Did actually get paid, but had to immediately give up $400 to repay the use of my mum's credit card that I'd been using as I was broke for ages. Also overdue board. I still have god-knows how much to pay her after a ~50min phone call to a mobile in SA last week.... YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE :(

- Some fucknut stole my half-empty pack of cigarettes from the locker room at work, but at least had the decency to leave my more important booty. Not to say the smokes aren't important, and if any of you argue otherwise, violence will result.

- Found the best t-shirt I've seen in a while in town (off-tap Pac-Man munching a line of capsules), but the only size they had was L and I totally wanted M.... bought it anyway. Ok that one's not so bad, but it all adds up!

- Got half-way home on my 30yo bicycle when the gears or whatever locked up and sent me flying sideways into a median strip, in front of the many amused rush-hour motorists. Unhurt, but the bike didn't make it, had to walk the rest of the way and wash all my clothes AGAIN when I got home.

- Continued to try to sort the pay-slip related headfuck with other workplace, resulting in rage and unhelpful comments from mum.

- My watch stopped. Won't start again. NFI what its problem is.

- Realised that the Dragon Dreaming psy-doof thingy I'd been looking forward to is this weekend and I'd let myself become broke again.... so that's out.

- Back to lack of drugs, as well as not having the prescribed ones I'm also out of oxy and weed. Foolishly when I DID have oxy, I also had boredom, so munched and sniffed my way through 800mg in 6 days. So very ashamed. In the end it wasn't even doing anything except induce nausia and fatigue.
At least now I'm not as afraid of vomiting as I used to be.

GO TIM!

Ok, some positives.

Today was day 3 on checkout chick duty and it's not so bad now that I have some vague idea of what I'm doing. Lulz came from the realisation that for most of the day I was the only anglo-aussie there, and most of the fellow anglo customers were coming to me. Subtle racism? Coincidence? I like the former, it's more lulzy.
 Scoffed a bunch of St John's Wort that I keep for zoloftless emergencies, and today it actually worked. So I was a bit sunnier as the day wore on.

Oh wait, another negative: For lunch I decided to give HJs a go as I figured it was justifiable considering I havent eaten that shit in over a month. However, being a born-again vegetarian, I had to order a vegie burger. Dude. Total disappointment. I want my $8 back. And they used to be so good :(

Back to positivity. After overcoming my bad mood yesterday with a generous dose of H-Bomb with the volume cranked and six-pack of whisky/coke, I decided upon a concept for a new mix. So now I at least have something to fill my free time.
Only thing I can really say about it is it's gonna be fucking long. As of last night I had 95 tracks on the list, and there will be more to come. Unfortunately I can't really give it much attention tonight as I finished at 8pm, and start at 8am tomorrow... Leaving a slim window where I just might be able to sleep for 5 hours or so.
No, fuck you, it's not 12 hours for sleep. I get up at 6am for 8am shifts, but it's not even 10 hours because I won't get to sleep before midnight, especially with nothing to help me along to the land of nod.

Since my bike is boned, I had to ride the even OLDER bike to work today. To make matters worse, it's a girl's bike. However, I've decided I like it more. The seat is bike and springy, the gears actually work, and it has a massive-ass bell about the size of a decent apple. Not some piss-weak ding-ding number either, I'm talking PPPRPRPRPRPPRIIIINNNNNGGGGGG!!!
Dat bell be bad-ass ringin' n shit.
Plus I decided this bike has even more retro appeal than the other.
This brings me to the post title and opening paragraph, which surely by now have been completely lost on you.

See with this ancient girl-bike with huge bell, business slacks tucked into my socks to prevent chain rippage, knock-off raybans that are essential to fight sunlight during my commute (and are the only sunnies I own), helmet designed for a 12yo, hideous green tie flapping in the wind... I'm pretty much the dorkiest guy on the road for an hour each day. But there's no one to pay me out for it, and I'm confident that if a stranger did, depending on their stature, my pent up stress from the past fortnight would unleash itself upon them. A physical ejaculatory storm of foul language and violent release would suddenly be upon them, and the imagery of this possible scenario fills me with joy.
Hell when I stacked it yesterday I was actually hoping some jerk would make a wise comment just so I'd have something to take out the frustration on.
I'm not a very threatening guy either, and would most likely get my ass kicked, but my theory was that the whole baby-trapped-under-car-so-mother-lifts-car adrenalin thing would kick in, promoting even more lulz.

So er... like... eh screw it. I'm now distracted by the Chronicles of Narnia on tv. Totally forgot where this post was going.
Considering moving this crap to Wordpress or something, just because I desire the ability for unregistered readers to post comments. Not even sure if Wordpress allows that. Meh.

Point is, my supermarket stocks nos bulbs.

I know right, two months without an update. Slack.

Unfortunately there isn't really two months worth of stuff to report.
Made my way to Adelaide for 6 days at some point, as a surprise for Dot's 30th birthday party. I didn't tell many people I was coming, purely for the surprise factor. I arranged with Bonnie to hide in her car's boot so I could jump out at Michael.
The plan went off without a hitch, and he pretty much shit bricks. Unfortunately, in my 6 days there I missed a few of you that I really wanted to see.
Being a party weekend and all, the time flew, in fact I only remember about 20% of what happened.
I even missed seeing my dad, so those friends are in good company, please don't be offended :(

I got myself off my Zoloft just for the trip, as I wanted to have MDMA when I was there. I did have some (pure), and I'm still saddened by the fact that it didn't live up to my expectations. I can honestly say that I've had regular pills that have been more enjoyable.
 One consequence of all this is I was pretty scattered by the time I got back to Canberra. My mood was fucked, and my concentration was completely off. So I ended up mixing up my work roster and didn't rock up to a shift because of it.
That almost got me fired; they cancelled the rest of my shifts that week and I had to go into the office and explain myself. I told them the truth, that it was a mix-up probably due to my medication issues (didn't tell them about the lulz) and made it sound more serious than it was. So they forgave me and put me back on the roster, however since then I've been getting a pretty shite number of shifts.

When I got back to work, a supervisor also pulled me aside and said that people had been talking to him about me, saying they thought I had a problem with the job and was unsociable or some shit. This took me by surprise, because I know in the past this has been a problem for me, but I actually put a lot of effort into being a smiley, ever-pleasant douche at AWM.
So I just agreed and said I'd try to put more of an effort in, but seriously, fuck that. I DO try.

Anyway, when I thought they were gonna fire me I panicked and spewed about 15 job applications out there just in case I was suddenly without an income.
Being broke wasn't my only fear; I also thought that it would cause more tension with my mother and she'd be sure to go off at me for being so irresponsible.
So yeah, did heaps of apps. I got an interview at a Woolies, but the taxi that I ordered to take me there (it was pretty far away) never showed up, so that was the end of that.

I had another interview for a better position at another supermarket. It was for a Trainee Department Manager, and the company is called 'Supabarn'. They're only in NSW/ACT I think.... possibly another east coast state.
Pretty much the same concept as coles/woolies, but better. I'm not just saying that because I work there (it's only been 4 days lol), they actually are really nice stores.
Prices are on par with woolies, maybe a little cheaper. The range is fantastic, they have all these brands of shit I havent heard of, or havent seen in years. One thing that I love is their grapefruit juice.
We all know what GFJ is for, and we all know how lame tasting the Berri etc stuff is that you find in adelaide.
However, this stuff they have here, su-perb. It's a lot sweeter, but doesnt taste sugary. It actually tastes as bearable as OJ, but with the distinct grapefruit taste. I dunno how to describe it, it's just great. I could drink it for no reason at all if I wanted - something I probably wouldnt do with Berri stuff.
Another awesome thing they do at Supabarn is instead of going around putting 'special' stickers on things, they grab everything that's on special and chuck it all in one special aisle.
So you just have to go to the Special aisle, and everything there is marked down! Nuff said, it's a really good idea.

I haven't seen any management training yet, I've only been there this week and have been working in the deli department. They said they'd start me in there because of my experience at Jacks, however in reality only a small percentage of what I learned there carries over, mainly food safety rules. In fact food safety and procedures seem to be very... assumed. I dunno, at HJs there was a set standard procedure for every little thing you did. At SB, they just told me to 'do what they do' (the other staff). So, exasperated, I just told the others that if they want me to do something to just tell me and show me. Regarding food safety, you'd think that a new employee who's gonna be working in an environment handling raw meats, seafood, and preserves would be made to demonstrate knowledge of critical concepts like cross-contamination, stock rotation and all that.
 I mean ok, they knew I was a Jacks pro and could have correctly assumed that I knew all that. But it just seems a bit negligent to not at least go through it again to cover their asses. I've noticed that the other staff don't seem to change their gloves much, and if you're handling raw chicken and go pick up some sliced ham afterwards, someone's gonna get a salmonella sandwich.
Perhaps I'm just not watching... perhaps.
They also don't have hand santiser dispensers ANYWHERE, probably because we wear gloves. But still, gloves may not be sanitary.
I could go on and on with other little things, but basically food OHS seems to rely too much on people's common sense - which I think everyone can agree is a plan to fail.

I won't have to worry about it anymore though, they're transferring me to checkouts as of Monday. Why? Well, dear readers, I've decided to become one of those people I love giving so much shit to - a vegetarian. I've been considering it for years, but was never prepared to give up delicious meatz.
When Chris was here, we had some of my acid stash and went on an epic mountain climb, followed by a cinema session, a bit of mixing, and a whole lot of conversation in between.
It was one of the most profound and insightful trips that I've ever had. So much about society and myself was realised that day. Chris and I didn't always manage to convey our ideas to eachother successfully, as tends to happen with acid and the english language's limits. But the important thing is it made sense to us individually.
 One thing we both agreed on though, is that we ultimately disagree with the meat industry and don't want to support it any more.

Don't get me wrong, I fucking LOVE meat. It's delicious. But if I'm ever gonna have a guilt-free mind (LOL) it's one thing I have to give up.
Fish isn't something I'm as concerned about. It's my opinion that fish aren't exactly conscious of their existence, relying purely on instinct. Can they even feel pain? I dunno, but I relate them more to insects than to animals. Plus I'm not a huge seafood person anyway. Anyway, I'm not gonna give it up, at least not just yet.
 It's not that I don't think people should kill and eat animals, it's that I disagree with the way it happens. My mum said "but animals kill and eat eachother in nature all the time", which is a fair point. However, animals don't have the choices that we do, or the brain power to make a choice. Plus, there's nothing natural about farming millions of animals for the sole purpose of consuming them.
I was thinking about it today, and I kinda came to the conclusion that if you hunt a wild animal (or at least one that has a fair chance to escape you), and manage to kill it with your bare hands, and then share it with others if it's large enough, then you can eat it. That's following the natural food chain.
 Since I don't regularly hunt animals anyway, I can't see myself eating meat much anymore :P

I am however, eating meat pie for dinner tonight. The only reason for this is I made the announcement to my mother last night. So we still have all this meat and other meaty products around the house that she's already bought, and bought for me because she's always on some crazy diet. The damage (supporting the industry) has already been done, and it would be just as wrong to waste the food as it would to go buy it, what with all the starvation in the world. Plus, like I said, I like meat.
So fuck you, i'm gonna enjoy this pie.

Also, like giving up any habit, doing it cold-turkey (no pun intended) is the hardest way to do it. So I expect I might not be able to be 100% vegie strict right away. I've been cutting down over the past 6 months, and will continue to do so, just more drastically now. I think the main hurdle is gonna be the munchies. God, not being able to eat so many delicious things when I'm blazed is gonna suuuuck.

"So stop smoking weed, Tim!" - jerks

No, shut up. I can make this work. How about YOU, give up DICK! OH!
Speaking of giving up genitalia, my er... you know... 'motivation' in that department is pretty much extinct nowdays. I've given up trying to land some tail over here, mainly because I'm just not that interested. Zoloft is to blame, it's a common side effect. I mean at the moment, 'Tim Time' is only once or twice a week, max. I didn't think this was weird until I asked around. Apparently I'm a freak.

Oh, forgot to say I'm still working at the memorial, just only available on weekends. I got my next roster today and haven't been given ANY shifts until at least Oct 14th anyway, so I think I must have pissed them off by getting a new job. Meh. They could still call me if someone's sick or whatever, but people rarely call in on weekends because they want the awesome $.
Kinda sucks, because I'm only getting 30 hours at supabarn for the moment, and was hoping to get 38 + 8 or so at AWM. That would almost definitely be a 7 day working week, but seeing as I have no friends here and thus no motivation to go out, it's not like I have anything better to do. I also need to save money so I can get the hell out of here ASAP.

On that note, I still have not decided where I want to go. After seeing you guys the other week, I think Adelaide is winning over melbourne at the moment.
I really really really fucking miss it.
There are still things I want to try in Adelaide, like moving into a house in the east, and going to uni.
I'd have to look into what I exactly have to do re: SATAC and all that shit, but I was thinking of trying to get into Adelaide Uni because that's the cool one :P
As for studying, I'm still not sure about that either.
Music production is of course someone I'd love to do, but a more practical and just as fulfilling (I hope) thing to study for me would be teaching.

I just like the idea of maybe having an impact on a kid and the way they think about shit. Sure, I could just snatch one from a playground and take them into my van where I savagely....
Wait what?
No, I mean I like the idea of conveying lessons that I've learned to younger people so hopefully they won't have to go through what I have. Or something.
I dunno, it just appeals. Plus, although teachers get paid badly (or so I hear?), you just can't beat the holidays! The hours arent bad either, and you know you're actually contributing to society and having an impact.
So yeah, I think it'd be quite a rewarding job.
As for what year level I'd like to teach, well that's another thing I'm not really sure about. I reckon a year 7 class would be pretty cool. In primary school I think you'd develop more of a report with the kids, instead of having to go class to class and not really connect with them that much. Plus, everyone knows teenagers are little shits.
We all were, whether you like to admit it or not.  You wouldn't want to be on the recieving end of all our teenage bs. That said, senior high school could be better.

Another study option I pondered was pharmacology. Purely because of the obvious. The ways that drugs interact with the brain interests me, but probably not enough for me to commit my life to it professionally.
Plus they say that you shouldn't work with what you love or you'll end up hating it. While eventually I'll stop taking drugs, I don't want them to be a tedious subject for me. They fascinate me to no end.

There was another one.... but for the life of me I can't remember right now :P

So my laptop's hard drive died a few days ago, and b died I mean there was no saving it. It had been threatening to go for months, and was making more and more weird noises and causing more and more BSODs and lock-ups. Then I got home one day to a read error that wouldn't go away, and I knew it was gone. Thankfully all my important stuff (warez) is stored externally, so nothing of great value was lost.
However, somehow it took the wifi down with it.
So now I need to buy a pcmcia wifi card at some stage or no moar internets in my room. Currently I'm using my mum's laptop to write all this shit, but seeing as none of you talk to me online anyway (hint hint) I doubt you'll notice my absence.

I got a new hard drive, but had to use mum's credit card that she gave me for 'emergencies'. This is totally an emergency, fucked if I'm gonna wait til next payday and have to read books and watch television to entertain myself. She doesnt know I did that yet, but I'll pay her back as soon as I get my dosh. AWM didn't pay me this week because I got my timesheet in late, which sucks nuts. I have 99c in my account, and a handful of silver in my pocket.
I've run out of Zoloft and cigarettes and weed - the 3 things that keep me sane, gone.

I'll use the card to get more zoloft tomorrow, but the others..... ;___;
At least I have oxy, lel.

Oh, another thing. Remember the crazy pony-tailed dude that used to do the Cunningham's Warehouse ads back in the day? I know there's a guy still doing it now, but before that there was another guy. The original cunno's guy. He left adelaide after losing that job, being hit by a car and suing the owner, and then he was accused of being a paedophile. I also met him once while they were filming an ad for cunno's. I was in the ad! I had to hand him a steel pedal-bin.
 Before they started filming, he was struggling to get one out of the packaging so he could show the camera, and after he finally got it open I held up one that was already out of the packet and he got angry LOL.
Anyway, the anti-climatic point of this story is that I found him. He's doing the ads for Go-Lo on canberra TV :P
I couldn't believe it, I assumed he was dead or changed his name and joined somali pirates or something.

Yesterday I was in the pedestrian mall in town and saw an obese elderly man with krusty the clown's hairstyle strolling along with his carry-all bag with not a care in the world. His ill-fitting shirt read "That's How I Roll".
Easily the coolest guy I've seen in this city, what a champ amirite?

Oh, the title of this post refers to what happened at lunch today. I was at subway, buying a meat-free sub and sitting outside trying not to think about mentholated tobacco, when three people sat down at the table next to me. A normal trio, a chick about my age, a guy in his late teens, and girl who looked about 13. I continued to eat my delicous sandwich, and heard one of them say "Alright, whose turn is it?"
"I'll do it!" said the youngest.
"Ok, but I get the next one"
The girl clasped her hands together, as did the others, and said "Dear Jesus, thankyou for this food that we're about to eat Amen!" and joyfully tucked in.

I guess I never thought about it before, but of people say grace at dinner, why not when grabbing a bite with 6g of fat or less?
I dunno, seemed weird. Plus, I'm pretty sure Jesus wasn't behind the production of that sub.

I think that's about it guys.
Feel free to send me an offensive text message/email/IM/whatever if I'm neglecting this again. Does anyone even read it? Huh?

My new job is so fucking unbelievable, it's a far cry from the memorial. I'll try to sum it up by first telling you about the people I work with:

First, there is this supermodel wanna-be chick. Yeah, okay, she is pretty hot, but damn is she completely useless. The girl is constantly fixing her hair or putting on makeup. She is extremely self-centered and has never once considered the needs or wants of anyone but herself. She is as dumb as a box of rocks, and I still find it surprising that she has enough brain power to continue to breathe.

The next chick is completely the opposite. She might even be one of the smartest people on the planet. Her career oppertunities are endless, and yet she is here with us. She is a zero on a scale of 1 to 10. I'm not sure she even showers, much less shaves her "womanly" parts. I think she might be a lesbian, because every time we drive by the hardware store, she moans like a cat in heat.

But the jewel of the crowd has got to be the fucking stoner. And this guy is more than just your average pothead. In fact, he is baked before he comes to work, during work, and I'm sure after work. He probably hasn't been sober anytime in the last ten years, and he's only 22. He dresses like a beatnik throwback from the 1960's, and to make things worse, he brings his big fucking dog to work. Every fucking day I have to look at this huge Great Dane walk around half-stoned from the second-hand smoke. Hell, sometimes I even think it's trying to talk with its constant bellowing. Also, both of them are constantly hungry, requiring multiple stops to McDonalds and HJs, every single fucking day.

Anyway, I drive these fucktards around in my van and we solve mysteries and shit.

So my supervisor called me today, which I thought was gonna be about working more. That would have sucked because Joey got here today (should see him soon). 

Dizzam to the shizzam, it has been a while since I updated this. Apologies, I was busy with sleep and defecation and more sleep and then even worse defecation. There was some work thrown in there too just to spice things up a little.

So I just finished my 4th day of training at the War Memorial today. I must say it's a pretty awesome job so far. It's peaceful (irony lol) and relaxing and all I really have to do is stand around in the different galleries and answer visitor queries.
The most common things I get asked are where certain displays are, how to get out of the building, and where the toilets are.

In face some japanese guy with an obviously stressed bladded rushed over to me today, camera swinging wildly about his neck, and just said "Lest loom, lest loom!?" to me, desperation in his eyes.

"Restroom?" I said, patiently.

"Ya lest loom! Lest loom!"

So the job involves a lot of pointing people to the shitters and standing trying not to yawn. It's a nice change from the frantic, underpaid slavery that went on at HJ's west terrace. Pays $18.50/hr which is also $4 more than jacks, and the conditions are excellent.
I'm also learning a fair bit about war history, since most of the time you've got nothing to do except read the displays.
In case I hadn't mentioned it, it's actually a huge museum as well as the memorial. Biggest collection of war memorabilia in the country, so there's lots of stuff to read up on, or videos n shit to watch.

They have this one gallery called the Discovery Zone which is meant to be a hands-on kids fun area that the school groups get taken through as well as the public. Now I dunno if it's just me, but the concept of a 'kids' fun zone' based around the tragedy of war seems a little..... morbid? Maybe I'm just lookng too far into it, or maybe other people aren't looking far enough!

The only gripe about this job is since I'm a newbie I haven't really been given many hours. My 4 shifts are split over two pay periods so I'm only getting two days at a time at the moment which sucks. Also I haven't been rostered until next monday, so I have the next 6 days off to sleep in and whatever. Sounds good I know but I wouldn't mind working and not being poverty stricken for a while. Plus staying at home gets boring pretty quickly, and if you don't have money to go out then you're fucked.

In other news I've decided to pursue an interest I've always had in UK and happy hardcore, and am currently leeching a gig of Raverbaby records releases which I will have a go at mixing, just for the lulz.

When I get paid I'm getting more ram for the laptop, and have arranged to borrow an external optical drive too so I can finally format the bastard and reinstall windows. Hopefully the upgrade and clean slate should fix all the issues Ive been having with Serato when I broadcast and record mixes.

Michael if you're reading this, happy 22nd for yesterday, sucks it was a monday but I hope you made other arrangements to celebrate. Speaking of birthdays I was super bummed about missing jerry's 21st party by one day when I was in town. Saw a few photos and it looked like it was rockin'.

Lastly my dreams have been getting real again this past week. By real I mean I've been once again waking up not sure whether what I just dreamt just happened, or where I was etc because they've been so vivid. It leaves me confused for half the day until I finally get my head straight. No explanation there, but man some of you guys can be jerks in my dreams! The hell did I do!?

*plays bugle*

I know I should really post more often, but I held off because nothing interesting had happened. Then too much interesting stuff happened and I forgot I was supposed to be blogging it.

Anyway, my sister and my mother paid for me to fly up to Cairns to visit her (sister) for a week. So I did that with my mum, and whilst up there got to see a bit of queensland that I haven't seen in over a decade. Weather was humid and shitty (by my standards) but it's a really nice place.
As far as the town goes, I think it's about as close to Miami as you'll get in this country. I've only been to Florida once when I was quite small so don't have much first-hand evidence to go on, but if I refer to TV and movies I'm pretty sure it's close. Either that or the sunset boulevard area of LA.
I mean there's palms everywhere, tourists outnumber locals 10 to 1, and they even have those white-on-green street signs.

The highlight of the trip up there was easily my two bungy jumps. I was confident when we arrived, confident climbing the many staircases to the platform, confident waiting 20mins on the platform for my turn, confident putting the harness on. However my confidence vanished when I took the final step to the edge of the little plank thing and had my toes gripping the edge.
My first thought was how people always say "don't look down", so naturally I looked down to see what they were on about.
 It was a 50m drop to the water, and without my glasses I couldn't even see the people watching from below. It's the highest bungy platform in Australia and the first purpose-built one in the world. From the top I could see out over the surrounding Daintree rainforest and all the way to the ocean past Cairns.
I know 50m doesnt sound like a great distance if you think of it flat on the ground, but to put it in perspective imagine the high-dive board at the Adelaide Aquatic Centre.
It's five of those. Yeah.....
While up there I was frustrated that I had none of you guys to quip to. Things like "Man, I'm so HIGH right now!" came to mind. Eheh. Also I had Hansel from Zoolander over and over in my mind saying "I dig the bungy, you know it's my life, I grip it and I rip it."

Anyway so I'm standing out on the edge realising it's a lot more intense than I'd anticipated, and the crazy dreadlocked kiwi bungy expert behind me is screaming "YEAH COME ON MAN LET'S DO THIS SHIT, GONNA COUNT YOU DOWN THEN JUST LEAN FORWARD YEAH!!!". 
Half the reason he was yelling was because he was crazy and a kiwi, the other half was because he had Shapeshifter cranked out on four big speakers up the top at max volume.

He counted down from 5 and for about half a second I kinda wobbled on the spot with my arms out to my sides like michael j fox doing a swan-dive. That split second is easily the scariest part, but I managed to convince myself that with my history, a pissweak little bungy jump would be nothing so fuck it. So I jumped, and it was insanely awesome. You kinda tense up a bit as you fall but as soon as you're falling the adrenalin surges and you're rushing too hard to really panic.
Then you get to the bottom and slow down as the cord stretches and you calm down a bit.... that is until the cord snaps you back up to about half way to the platform and you find yourself upright.
This is the truly nuts part. Because you've gone from extreme acceleration down, to extreme acceleration back up again, then for a split second you're just hanging there in zero-gravity and your organs jump into your throat and you retardedly try to grab something, then you fall back down again! Only this time on the way down the cord makes you whip out a little and you start to spin and bounce around.
Then when you finally start to slowly swing like a pendulum a guy paddles out on a little boat and waves an oar at you which you have to catch so he can release you.

After another vodka-redbull and about 5 cigarettes, I was ready to do it again. I was thinking yeah, I've done it now, no fear. Bzzt, wrong. Same story as the first time, total cockyness until that moment standing on the very edge. Again though, totally worth it. Although because the second time I didn't have my arms out to my sides as long I fell a lot faster and managed to dunk myself in the water which was an exhilaratingly rude shock to my already maxxed out system.

All in all, I thoroughly recommend it. It's one of the biggest thrills I've ever had and if I could afford it I'd do it every weekend. You can even do a tandem jump where they tie two people together. Or you can even ride a BMX off the platform if you like. Nuts!

While in Cairns we also went to see a live magician's show at the casino, which was surprisingly good and I'm a huge skeptic. We had front row centre seats so I was trying my best to see through the tricks, but when a guy turns a cage full of pigeons on a table into a scantily clad assistant, on an otherwise bare stage, with no smoke or anything, you can't help but be impressed.

Also went around to a few markets which were pretty typical. Bought a shirt with an elf rolling a spliff on the front. My mum was less than impressed.

From Cairns my sister and I flew down to Adelaide as you guys know. I spent a grand total of 43 hours there and spent the majority of the time getting toasted (it had been over a month) or in the city being drunk. It was so damn good to see everyone that I did, I had a great time and it saddened me greatly to get back here and face loneliness once more. So much so I'm going to re-evaluate what I'm doing here at the end of this year and consider moving back.
I dunno it just seemed to dawn on me that the way my life was going wasn't too bad. Granted there were some things that really needed to change, like my job. But I think leaving the people that matter to me most was a shocking call on my part. Sure, there were some issues there as well, getting away has helped a bit with that, but in the long run having you guys within reach is a precious thing. The net and phones just don't cut it.

Back in Canberra I have landed myself a job finally. The telstra one that I mentioned to a few of you unfortunately got pulled, so I didn't fail they just decided they didn't want to hire anymore. Bugger.
But I got the one at the war memorial, my training starts this thursday.
Basically I stand at the door and greet visitors and assist them with any enquiries. I get $18/hr to do it, and get to carry a walkie talkie for walking and talking.

That's basically all my news from my last post until now. The only other thing is my sleep pattern is fucked up at the moment. Going to sleep at dawn and waking up at 5pm most days, hence why I'm writing this at 7:30am because I've been up all night and will stay up in an attempt to fix it. Nevermind that it's the second attempt this week, this time it'll work I swear!

Drop me a line bitches, you don't know how bored I am most of the day.