Heya peeps and hoes. Today is Sunday the 23rd, or 24th. It's now 7.00pm, and I'm winding down from a mild day.
Basically last night some friends of mine had their last night in this hostel (everyone is leaving, the prices have skyrocketed. I'm contemplating it, if Melano can find a place), and I helped them celebrate it. Buy a 24 pack of beer and everyone is a friend. So this morning I was amazed to wake up naturally at about 9.00 in the morning, hangover free. Bad weather, but that never stops a lone wolf. I went out to the place I bought my work boots from, and got my money back. I thought, I have a good job till around christmas, and I don't wanna lug around heavy boots for a slightly possible chance of needing them in another city, and I definately don't want them to fly home with. So after about a month and a half, I took them back.
A hint for taking back goods, after you've had them too long for refund: pick a young looking guy with a really thin moustache, and explain how you never got a job that needed the boots, so you've been forced to bring them back.
He gave me my $90 and bid me good day. I politely inquired as to anything else I needed to do, gave them a wrong address and walked out smiling.
Love it.
So tonight I will visit these friends in their new hostel, and if I have time I might go and see the new James Bond film. I've heard it isn't up to scratch, but hell, you gotta see new Bond films.
Twelve hour shifts every work day next week. Going - to - be - hell.
But will pay the rent, if I do stay...
That's why I'm not aaaas fussed as Melano, he doesn't get paid because he's out here for study purposes.
Right fellows, that's all my news.
Speak soon, hope the weather isn't too bad.
All the best.
Hiya guys. Today is Wednesday, late at night.
Work is hell. The guys there have been picking on me for a while, in a playful manner, but now it seems everyone is just out to get me. Just small insults, chipped into sentences, or words getting twisted, but enough twigs can dam a river. And I'm working on Saturday too, so this week will only have the Sunday off. Not liking it. At work I'm always trying to stay locked up in my iPod, but then I just get thinking, and that never improves things at the moment. Plus I look like hell. So not really in playful moods very often. Starting to get violent thought flashes again, haven't had those in ages, they're pretty worrying. Like, someone says something and the first thing I think of is really violent towards them. Then I feel bad. Haha, sorry if you guys had expected me to bounce back, but not today.
I'm looking for other hostels to stay in, but they all seem full. And I reserved the christmas special bonus on Monday, thinking I was staying, but then on Tuesday morning I changed my mind and took it down, as I hadn't paid. Now it seems I'm staying, but I doubt I can get the bonus back. So every week, $180 is lost to rent, from around $120 when I arrived.
Life isn't actually bad, I'm still in Australia and having fun when I get home, I'm just tired and need to chill.
Right, sorry fellas, I need sleep. Feel sick right now as well. Haha, it's all happening here...
All the best.
P.S - I'm not moaning about stuff, not like "Oh I just want to cry...". I just feel angry that other people can say insults, and I'm too nice to reply with one. Ah well.
Heya guys.
It's only Thursday, just thought I'd pop on and update.
Work was much better today. I think yesterday some of the guys realised I was getting pissed off, and so they kinda just kept it easy today. Also, many weeks ago I downloaded an hour long recording of a thunderstorm, it's ambient noise or relaxation tapes, or something, but I basically had that on repeat for about three or four hours today, it was lurvly. There should be a storm tomorrow, I heard, that's something to look forward to.
I found out that I now have a week left in this hostel. Luckily, I bought another week's stay the other day, but I was told that once that's up I'm pretty much gone. Which kinda sucks, really. But a guy at work, an Irish fella called Dean, who's a nice lad around my age, is staying in a big house with lots of rooms, and I literally just phoned him to try and get him to get one of the remaining ones left. So I could be meeting new faces, getting new friends, all that jiggery pokery. It'd mean leaving friends here, of course, but in this environment it's to be expected. You say you'll keep in touch, but you know it'll never keep up, unless you really stick to it.
Anyway, I'm pooped. Gonna head off now.
Speak soon, all the best.
Heya! It's Saturday, 5.30 in the afternoon.
This morning was the worst in a long time. I woke up by my mate Dean from work, asking where the taxi picking us up was. I told him, and realised that I had woken up at the time my train was leaving for the centre of the city. So I rushed around, showering my head so my hair wasn't crazy, put my cereal in my bag to eat at work, and sprinted to the station, to find the next train leaving in eleven minutes. The train would leave as I was supposed to arrive at the taxi, that would take me to work.
Then the taxi man phoned me, asking where I was. I told him that I probably wouldn't make it, and asked him to phone me back in two minutes to get Dean's number, as I didn't have any credit. I managed to get a pen off a security guard, wrote Dean's number on my hand as the train arrived, so I jumped on.
Well, underground there's no signal, so no phonecall.
I got to the taxi 15 minutes late, to find it gone. Bummer, huh. So I sprinted back into the huge station, only just catching the train that would take me to the usual bus stop to work, but I had to wait 45 minutes for the next frikking bus.
Unbelievable... Got to work an hour and a half late, but luckily the boss guy at work is really cool, he just cracked a few jokes and then let me get on with work.
Boring day, but double pay, so worth it all in the end.
When I got home, I straightaway bought credit, and phoned up a number that will hopefully give me a place to stay for the next few weeks. I'm earning enough, I might get a studio room. Not sure yet, will still think about it. Would be nice to have some quiet time.
Working twelve hour days and next Saturday next week as well. Will be painful.
But good news, tonight I'm going out, to the rock club I went to a few weeks ago. Got invited out, and I don't go out any other time, so I'll make tonight count.
All the best, can't think of anything that I want to say. Still thinking a lot, but the thoughts aren't so deep, at the moment.
Speak soon. Hope the weather isn't too bad.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Week 7
Hey. You're unlucky. I just wrote about half an hour's worth of stuff on how I was feeling, but then I sobered up, and deleted it. Some things a person just can't let the world know. To keep them smiling, in most cases.
Today is Saturday, and I woke up at 3.30. I always try, on Saturdays, to get up at around eleven, go to the park at one and then spend the rest of the day doing useful stuff I couldn't do during the weekdays. But I always end up catching up on sleep, and then feeling bad about wasting several hours. This happened today. I spent a good amount of time playing basketball. And I bought a load of stuff to let my life run normally, like shampoo and toothpaste. Everyday stuff you don't normally think about. But with a wasted morning, the day never feels complete. And the night is always longer.
I'm sorry, I'm not in the mood to go on today. I'm just going to wind down, finish the rest of my rum (I've found out it takes about half a bottle to get me drunk) and then try and sleep off the rest of my thoughts. I can see that more people are following this blog, and sorry to disappoint, but tonight I just want to be alone.
In a hostel, haha, this is tough.
Sleep well friends, I'll be back on again in a day or two, making jokes and telling stories. Being normal.
Hey! Today is Tuesday 18th, it's now 12.52am. Woops, sorry, it's now Wednesday. The reason I'm still up is because I have to charge up my iPod for work, the 12hour shifts start tomorrow and if my music dies halfway through, I would have to destroy things. Yes sir, start at nine, finish at nine, for possibly the next three weeks. *Think of the money Tom, think of the money...* I am dear readers, I am. And the exciting thing about money now, is that I am able to get it from walls! Yeah, I went into the bank in my lunch time, and got my PIN. So I can now live a pretty much normal life, don't need to constantly reserve money for poor moments.
I have found out that my grandparents are now readers of this blog. So I thought it only fair to bring a few truths to light, I cannot lie to my readers any more. I am a huge drug fiend, replacing cereal with marijuana and going from brushing my teeth to shooting up heroine under bridges. And during the weekends, I sell cocaine to primary school children.
I'm only joking nanny and grampa, I would never. They're secondary school kids. :D
Nah, I have kept my body relatively clean since beginning my adventure, the only bad thing I've had is rum. I'm going through a healthy eating patch at the moment as well, felt genuinely good just now realising that I ate a healthy dinner compared to the large pizza I was going to take out. Eating sushi for lunch, muesli for breakfast, and usually rice dishes for dinner. Cutting out the chocolate slowly, and trying to play more basketball. Trying to go to the park, but it's so damn difficult with work hours. And for some reason, my body is cutting out on me now and then at the moment. Like last Sunday, my left foot was in agony, but I hadn't banged it or been stood on by fat blokes, so I don't know what it was. It was fine on the Monday as well. Strange.
I'm rambling. The iPod is still charging, so I'll try and fill the time by typing.
There is a big debate going on at the moment. The price of accomodation has gone up for Christmas, and a lot of people are moving out, trying to get into cheaper rooms elsewhere. I'm not sure if I want to move out, I'm pretty settled here. Melano, my roommate, is looking for other rooms we could move into, but I'm beginning to tire of him slightly, now and then. Little things. Like, he latches onto a little insignificant thing I say, and argues about it, or doesn't listen to ideas.
For example, he likes to play tennis, and I go with him now and then. But the court doesn't have a net, one has to be borrowed from the youth club nearby, which closes quite early. I thought playing tennis on a court without a barrier was stupid, and told him I was going to buy some parcel tape, to make at least a visible barrier. He laughed and said it was stupid, but it worked out reasonably well. I had originally wanted to buy string, and dangle my bedsheet from it, to make a "net", but I couldn't get string at the time.
Well he managed to borrow the net one time, and was playing with another person in the hostel, and he said how the net sagged in the middle and was pretty rubbish. I suggested the string idea again, doubling or maybe tripling it up and threading it through the top strings of the net, and then pulling it taught to pull the net right again. It was worth a try, right, I mean the net was crap anyway and string costs about 3 bucks. But he just wouldn't accept what I was trying to suggest, cutting me short and taking the piss. That was the latest of our little "bust ups". Like I said, little things, but when they build up it can get a bit much at times.
My iPod is nearly done, I'll wind it down. I'm now friends with most of the older hostel people, if I pass them in the corridor we usually have something to laugh about, or just a friendly hi in short time. Not sure what the next few weeks will bring. More temporary people, in for a few days before moving on. I might be stuck with Melano for company for a while. At least I have something to do during the day, even if it is still mindblowingly dull, and I have to work with pillocks. The guy from Leeds is steadily getting worse. But I spend most hours at work planning my revenge, very meticulously. He hasn't got me on Facebook, so he can't get to this blog. This is my plan...
We get off the bus at the same place, but I always head into the subway to get the train home. He walks an apparently short distance to his house, which he shares with a load of people. One day, I shall branch off to the subway, but instead follow him at a distance. I'll see where he lives this way. At work, I'll turn conversation into roommates, and therefore find out how many people he shares a room with and try and subtly find out details, such as times people go to bed.
Then I shall buy some black rope and a grappling hook, and a blanket with chloroform. I shall go to his house at around 4am on a Monday morning, before work, and let myself into his room either by breaking in or climbing through an open window. I shall pour chloroform onto the blanket, and wave it around inside the room, keeping myself just out. This shall make any partially awake people drowsy, and asleep people into a deep sleep.
Then I shall go in, find out where the guy from work is, and creep up. I'll pull out a big, new board marker, and draw a thick pair of glasses, and a big moustache on his face. Possibly colour in his nose as well. Maybe write "I love men" on his neck. And then set his alarm back by half an hour.
Then I shall silently get out, and skip down the road, as nobody will see me, being such an early hour. Or I shall wrap the blanket round myself and mumble, as people will then ignore me.
I've had a lot of time to think of this plan. Not bad, eh? See, it's not physically painful, and then as he has work the next morning with half an hour less time to get ready, he won't be able to completely remove the glasses and moustache. Think Lord Kitchener. That kinda thing.
Well, this has nicely let my mp3 player recharge, and has let me vent my feelings in a healthy manner.
Good night to you all, speak soon.
All the best.
Today is Saturday, and I woke up at 3.30. I always try, on Saturdays, to get up at around eleven, go to the park at one and then spend the rest of the day doing useful stuff I couldn't do during the weekdays. But I always end up catching up on sleep, and then feeling bad about wasting several hours. This happened today. I spent a good amount of time playing basketball. And I bought a load of stuff to let my life run normally, like shampoo and toothpaste. Everyday stuff you don't normally think about. But with a wasted morning, the day never feels complete. And the night is always longer.
I'm sorry, I'm not in the mood to go on today. I'm just going to wind down, finish the rest of my rum (I've found out it takes about half a bottle to get me drunk) and then try and sleep off the rest of my thoughts. I can see that more people are following this blog, and sorry to disappoint, but tonight I just want to be alone.
In a hostel, haha, this is tough.
Sleep well friends, I'll be back on again in a day or two, making jokes and telling stories. Being normal.
Hey! Today is Tuesday 18th, it's now 12.52am. Woops, sorry, it's now Wednesday. The reason I'm still up is because I have to charge up my iPod for work, the 12hour shifts start tomorrow and if my music dies halfway through, I would have to destroy things. Yes sir, start at nine, finish at nine, for possibly the next three weeks. *Think of the money Tom, think of the money...* I am dear readers, I am. And the exciting thing about money now, is that I am able to get it from walls! Yeah, I went into the bank in my lunch time, and got my PIN. So I can now live a pretty much normal life, don't need to constantly reserve money for poor moments.
I have found out that my grandparents are now readers of this blog. So I thought it only fair to bring a few truths to light, I cannot lie to my readers any more. I am a huge drug fiend, replacing cereal with marijuana and going from brushing my teeth to shooting up heroine under bridges. And during the weekends, I sell cocaine to primary school children.
I'm only joking nanny and grampa, I would never. They're secondary school kids. :D
Nah, I have kept my body relatively clean since beginning my adventure, the only bad thing I've had is rum. I'm going through a healthy eating patch at the moment as well, felt genuinely good just now realising that I ate a healthy dinner compared to the large pizza I was going to take out. Eating sushi for lunch, muesli for breakfast, and usually rice dishes for dinner. Cutting out the chocolate slowly, and trying to play more basketball. Trying to go to the park, but it's so damn difficult with work hours. And for some reason, my body is cutting out on me now and then at the moment. Like last Sunday, my left foot was in agony, but I hadn't banged it or been stood on by fat blokes, so I don't know what it was. It was fine on the Monday as well. Strange.
I'm rambling. The iPod is still charging, so I'll try and fill the time by typing.
There is a big debate going on at the moment. The price of accomodation has gone up for Christmas, and a lot of people are moving out, trying to get into cheaper rooms elsewhere. I'm not sure if I want to move out, I'm pretty settled here. Melano, my roommate, is looking for other rooms we could move into, but I'm beginning to tire of him slightly, now and then. Little things. Like, he latches onto a little insignificant thing I say, and argues about it, or doesn't listen to ideas.
For example, he likes to play tennis, and I go with him now and then. But the court doesn't have a net, one has to be borrowed from the youth club nearby, which closes quite early. I thought playing tennis on a court without a barrier was stupid, and told him I was going to buy some parcel tape, to make at least a visible barrier. He laughed and said it was stupid, but it worked out reasonably well. I had originally wanted to buy string, and dangle my bedsheet from it, to make a "net", but I couldn't get string at the time.
Well he managed to borrow the net one time, and was playing with another person in the hostel, and he said how the net sagged in the middle and was pretty rubbish. I suggested the string idea again, doubling or maybe tripling it up and threading it through the top strings of the net, and then pulling it taught to pull the net right again. It was worth a try, right, I mean the net was crap anyway and string costs about 3 bucks. But he just wouldn't accept what I was trying to suggest, cutting me short and taking the piss. That was the latest of our little "bust ups". Like I said, little things, but when they build up it can get a bit much at times.
My iPod is nearly done, I'll wind it down. I'm now friends with most of the older hostel people, if I pass them in the corridor we usually have something to laugh about, or just a friendly hi in short time. Not sure what the next few weeks will bring. More temporary people, in for a few days before moving on. I might be stuck with Melano for company for a while. At least I have something to do during the day, even if it is still mindblowingly dull, and I have to work with pillocks. The guy from Leeds is steadily getting worse. But I spend most hours at work planning my revenge, very meticulously. He hasn't got me on Facebook, so he can't get to this blog. This is my plan...
We get off the bus at the same place, but I always head into the subway to get the train home. He walks an apparently short distance to his house, which he shares with a load of people. One day, I shall branch off to the subway, but instead follow him at a distance. I'll see where he lives this way. At work, I'll turn conversation into roommates, and therefore find out how many people he shares a room with and try and subtly find out details, such as times people go to bed.
Then I shall buy some black rope and a grappling hook, and a blanket with chloroform. I shall go to his house at around 4am on a Monday morning, before work, and let myself into his room either by breaking in or climbing through an open window. I shall pour chloroform onto the blanket, and wave it around inside the room, keeping myself just out. This shall make any partially awake people drowsy, and asleep people into a deep sleep.
Then I shall go in, find out where the guy from work is, and creep up. I'll pull out a big, new board marker, and draw a thick pair of glasses, and a big moustache on his face. Possibly colour in his nose as well. Maybe write "I love men" on his neck. And then set his alarm back by half an hour.
Then I shall silently get out, and skip down the road, as nobody will see me, being such an early hour. Or I shall wrap the blanket round myself and mumble, as people will then ignore me.
I've had a lot of time to think of this plan. Not bad, eh? See, it's not physically painful, and then as he has work the next morning with half an hour less time to get ready, he won't be able to completely remove the glasses and moustache. Think Lord Kitchener. That kinda thing.
Well, this has nicely let my mp3 player recharge, and has let me vent my feelings in a healthy manner.
Good night to you all, speak soon.
All the best.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Week 6, I think.
G'day mates.
Today is Saturday 8th. I woke up early to get to the park today, but having some minor money problems. Basically I have a fair amount of money (not rich. Not rich.) in my new Ozzy bank, but I can't get to it. The bank didn't send my card to the hostel as I thought they would, they kept it in the branch. And as I'm working whenever the bank is open, I can't get to my card. Managed to phone them up, and so they sent me a new card, but I havn't got the PIN for it yet. Gotta wait til Monday, where I can try to get money out at a branch near work, and then pay rent. I'm actually overdue, but I was able to leave my passport at the desk, so I still have a roof over me.
So I'm keeping spending down to a minimum. No Jaiger, no going out, and no fancy meals. Actually this could be good, it's stopping me from buying rubbish food. So badly want to cut down on crap, foodwise, but it's tough. Anyway.
Not sure what to report on. The room is quieter now Hendrick has moved out, but it means that random people stay for a few days, kind of annoying. But less annoying than house music and stuff.
Still trying to get to the park three times a week, but what with work and the money problems, I haven't been for a while. And I need to buy equipment as well. So just gotta wait to get my bank stuff sorted, then I'll try and get there more often.
I managed to catch the sunset the other day. I think the days are getting longer, what with summer round the corner, and on the train home I saw the sky turning pink. So I ran to the hostel, dumped my stuff and sprinted to the bay.
Realised when I got back I'd been out for an hour and a half. Worth it though. Will try and take a picture next time.
I was wondering if, when I get back, I'll have changed, and by how much. I mean, I must change, this is a big experience, but how much will I change by? And in what ways? Will I learn about money saving, or how to do tasks in a different way? Or will I have changed mentally, thinking about things differently?
At work the other day I almost hit someone. He's from Leeds, and is very difficult to get along with at times. When he's not taking the piss out of me, he's insulting someone else, it seems. But I very rarely actually feel the urge to hit someone. Maybe it was a long day, and he took me to the breaking point, I'm not sure. But yeah, I don't know what I'll be like when I get back. It'd be nice to be the same old me, who's fixed any problems I'd had, who's gotten over bad points. The distance away from some friends has led me to thinking about them differently, very differently. Some people, not in a positive light, I'm afraid. But others I've discovered how much I liked their company; a certain friend from school who was always a good friend, I now really want to see again, to buy him a drink and find out how he is.
I guess all I can do is wait, try to enjoy the time away as much as possible, and try to get as much out of it as possible. Before I left, I made a mental list of targets I want to reach:
- Learn new skills
- Work on my body
- Get money, partly for travelling, and if I can I want to go home with some money for uni.
- Practise basketball for uni.
I really want to get these done. If I don't... I don't know. The good thing is that I feel annoyed at myself when I fail personal goals, it's a good way of preventing myself drifting too far from the straight line.
Anyway, just realised I'm rambling. I won't delete what I've written, I'll be able to go back over this in a few months and see if I've actually listened to myself in that time.
Right, all the best. Stay strong. Don't let people tell you how you are, if you know it's not true don't give in.
Bye :)
Yo yo. Today is Sunday. It's now 5.45, and I havn't gotten out of bed. Last night I got persuaded to go out to a rock club. Was freaking brilliant, but now I have little money, and a dull hangover, haha. Never mind, was great.
Speak soon.
:D
Hey! Today is Friday the 14th. I think this is actually week 7, but I'm running low on internet back in the hostel (where I am) and had this page loaded up. Anywho...
Still working. My hours have changed, to 9am to about 6-6.30. Which is kinda good, as that extra hour in the morning is "Time and a half" pay. And from next Wednesday, I'll be working from 10am to 9pm, for a few days. Gonna be painful for everything except my bank balance. Still haven't got my bloomin PIN yet, but I took out money today from the bank, so I'm good for food. And rent is paid for the next week, so don't have to worry about that.
We just had an amazing thunder storm. At work today, I heard on the radio that a storm was likely, and I thought if it did arrive I would run down to the bay. Well I did just that.
As I walked into my room, I heard the first thunderclap, and I told Melano that I was off. He jumped up too, and we both got changed, me into my ripped combats and him into shorts. And then we pegged it.
Man, it was definately worth it. Sitting on the sea wall, watching the lightning over the city. And then we both went swimming, haha. Kept our bottom layers on, my ripped combats ready for anything. Turns out his shorts cost $200, the pleb. If something cost that much, you really shouldn't wear them anywhere. He's a slave to fashion. And he calls me crazy, for doing things that I do or how I do them, but he'll follow.
Anyway! Yes. Swimming in the bay, during the lightning, is amazing. And then when the rain started, it was beautiful. Watching bats flying above, being pelted by water overhead and pushed around by the waves, and then cracks of light and all the water reflects it - beautiful. Melano was complaining, but you soon learn to drown that out.
The walk home was fun too. Because the rain really came down then. People running around, jumping over puddles, while we were just ambling along shirtless, already soaked. The people at the hostel looked at us like we were crazy. We're not crazy. I've come to realise that I'm a bit odd in my ways. Quirky, I prefer. Other people think storms are beautiful, yes, but they don't see the enjoyment in embracing the storm and going out to be inside it - they'd rather see it through glass. But I don't think you get the atmosphere then, you don't get the sounds and smells, and feelings. That's just how I see it. Others can go poo off, haha.
As you can tell, I'm in a good mood now. Sat here noshing M&Ms. I bought the bag the other day, so I'm only eating them now to get rid of them, see? It's logical. And as I've realised the importance of money, to not eat them would be like being robbed, by myself. So I actually had to eat them.
Right, I have to go and be sociable. I was planning on watching a rented movie (The Godfather) but first I gotta go and sit downstairs and chat to people. We have a new roommate, a girl called Lisa I think. She's pretty cool, only met her the other day so don't really know too much. It's the first time I've shared a room with a girl though, I'm a bit worried. I can't control sleeptalking, and I have no idea of what I say. Except one time, where I woke myself up, saying "No no no, it doesn't matter, the sea levels will still rise!"
I was worried by that one, haha. I had a dream as well, where I was talking to Dan, and I woke up thinking he was in the same room. I was talking to him, looking to see where he had gone, and then realised what I was doing.
Ok then people. Starting to miss the little things now. David's cooking (never realised HOW good it is until you start wanting meals, the way he can do them. Burgers? Ha, not a chance they can match homemade.), conversations and hanging out with mum before work, hanging out with Dan and the Wellesbourne crew. I really wanted a night out to the King's Head yesterday, to throw peanuts and laugh without cares. Missing you guys :).
And missing work with Jimbo too. Managed to catch him on Msn yesterday, that was great.
Well, I gotta go shower. Might be a bit pongy. I don't think so, but just in case, you know. Girls tend to complain louder.
All the best, lotsa nice wishes.
Today is Saturday 8th. I woke up early to get to the park today, but having some minor money problems. Basically I have a fair amount of money (not rich. Not rich.) in my new Ozzy bank, but I can't get to it. The bank didn't send my card to the hostel as I thought they would, they kept it in the branch. And as I'm working whenever the bank is open, I can't get to my card. Managed to phone them up, and so they sent me a new card, but I havn't got the PIN for it yet. Gotta wait til Monday, where I can try to get money out at a branch near work, and then pay rent. I'm actually overdue, but I was able to leave my passport at the desk, so I still have a roof over me.
So I'm keeping spending down to a minimum. No Jaiger, no going out, and no fancy meals. Actually this could be good, it's stopping me from buying rubbish food. So badly want to cut down on crap, foodwise, but it's tough. Anyway.
Not sure what to report on. The room is quieter now Hendrick has moved out, but it means that random people stay for a few days, kind of annoying. But less annoying than house music and stuff.
Still trying to get to the park three times a week, but what with work and the money problems, I haven't been for a while. And I need to buy equipment as well. So just gotta wait to get my bank stuff sorted, then I'll try and get there more often.
I managed to catch the sunset the other day. I think the days are getting longer, what with summer round the corner, and on the train home I saw the sky turning pink. So I ran to the hostel, dumped my stuff and sprinted to the bay.
Realised when I got back I'd been out for an hour and a half. Worth it though. Will try and take a picture next time.
I was wondering if, when I get back, I'll have changed, and by how much. I mean, I must change, this is a big experience, but how much will I change by? And in what ways? Will I learn about money saving, or how to do tasks in a different way? Or will I have changed mentally, thinking about things differently?
At work the other day I almost hit someone. He's from Leeds, and is very difficult to get along with at times. When he's not taking the piss out of me, he's insulting someone else, it seems. But I very rarely actually feel the urge to hit someone. Maybe it was a long day, and he took me to the breaking point, I'm not sure. But yeah, I don't know what I'll be like when I get back. It'd be nice to be the same old me, who's fixed any problems I'd had, who's gotten over bad points. The distance away from some friends has led me to thinking about them differently, very differently. Some people, not in a positive light, I'm afraid. But others I've discovered how much I liked their company; a certain friend from school who was always a good friend, I now really want to see again, to buy him a drink and find out how he is.
I guess all I can do is wait, try to enjoy the time away as much as possible, and try to get as much out of it as possible. Before I left, I made a mental list of targets I want to reach:
- Learn new skills
- Work on my body
- Get money, partly for travelling, and if I can I want to go home with some money for uni.
- Practise basketball for uni.
I really want to get these done. If I don't... I don't know. The good thing is that I feel annoyed at myself when I fail personal goals, it's a good way of preventing myself drifting too far from the straight line.
Anyway, just realised I'm rambling. I won't delete what I've written, I'll be able to go back over this in a few months and see if I've actually listened to myself in that time.
Right, all the best. Stay strong. Don't let people tell you how you are, if you know it's not true don't give in.
Bye :)
Yo yo. Today is Sunday. It's now 5.45, and I havn't gotten out of bed. Last night I got persuaded to go out to a rock club. Was freaking brilliant, but now I have little money, and a dull hangover, haha. Never mind, was great.
Speak soon.
:D
Hey! Today is Friday the 14th. I think this is actually week 7, but I'm running low on internet back in the hostel (where I am) and had this page loaded up. Anywho...
Still working. My hours have changed, to 9am to about 6-6.30. Which is kinda good, as that extra hour in the morning is "Time and a half" pay. And from next Wednesday, I'll be working from 10am to 9pm, for a few days. Gonna be painful for everything except my bank balance. Still haven't got my bloomin PIN yet, but I took out money today from the bank, so I'm good for food. And rent is paid for the next week, so don't have to worry about that.
We just had an amazing thunder storm. At work today, I heard on the radio that a storm was likely, and I thought if it did arrive I would run down to the bay. Well I did just that.
As I walked into my room, I heard the first thunderclap, and I told Melano that I was off. He jumped up too, and we both got changed, me into my ripped combats and him into shorts. And then we pegged it.
Man, it was definately worth it. Sitting on the sea wall, watching the lightning over the city. And then we both went swimming, haha. Kept our bottom layers on, my ripped combats ready for anything. Turns out his shorts cost $200, the pleb. If something cost that much, you really shouldn't wear them anywhere. He's a slave to fashion. And he calls me crazy, for doing things that I do or how I do them, but he'll follow.
Anyway! Yes. Swimming in the bay, during the lightning, is amazing. And then when the rain started, it was beautiful. Watching bats flying above, being pelted by water overhead and pushed around by the waves, and then cracks of light and all the water reflects it - beautiful. Melano was complaining, but you soon learn to drown that out.
The walk home was fun too. Because the rain really came down then. People running around, jumping over puddles, while we were just ambling along shirtless, already soaked. The people at the hostel looked at us like we were crazy. We're not crazy. I've come to realise that I'm a bit odd in my ways. Quirky, I prefer. Other people think storms are beautiful, yes, but they don't see the enjoyment in embracing the storm and going out to be inside it - they'd rather see it through glass. But I don't think you get the atmosphere then, you don't get the sounds and smells, and feelings. That's just how I see it. Others can go poo off, haha.
As you can tell, I'm in a good mood now. Sat here noshing M&Ms. I bought the bag the other day, so I'm only eating them now to get rid of them, see? It's logical. And as I've realised the importance of money, to not eat them would be like being robbed, by myself. So I actually had to eat them.
Right, I have to go and be sociable. I was planning on watching a rented movie (The Godfather) but first I gotta go and sit downstairs and chat to people. We have a new roommate, a girl called Lisa I think. She's pretty cool, only met her the other day so don't really know too much. It's the first time I've shared a room with a girl though, I'm a bit worried. I can't control sleeptalking, and I have no idea of what I say. Except one time, where I woke myself up, saying "No no no, it doesn't matter, the sea levels will still rise!"
I was worried by that one, haha. I had a dream as well, where I was talking to Dan, and I woke up thinking he was in the same room. I was talking to him, looking to see where he had gone, and then realised what I was doing.
Ok then people. Starting to miss the little things now. David's cooking (never realised HOW good it is until you start wanting meals, the way he can do them. Burgers? Ha, not a chance they can match homemade.), conversations and hanging out with mum before work, hanging out with Dan and the Wellesbourne crew. I really wanted a night out to the King's Head yesterday, to throw peanuts and laugh without cares. Missing you guys :).
And missing work with Jimbo too. Managed to catch him on Msn yesterday, that was great.
Well, I gotta go shower. Might be a bit pongy. I don't think so, but just in case, you know. Girls tend to complain louder.
All the best, lotsa nice wishes.
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