OH ME OH MY.

Tonight, the full belly wasted. Buddha pestle and mortared. Vino? It’s been a long week. Do I need a long walk. I feel I do.

“Ipposite”

Fat on the inside,
Fat on the outside.
Just fat?
Paunch.
Starved.
Uncomfortable waist.
Waits for no man,
Waste of time-
of resources.
Putting away paunch for another day;
When food is scarce.

Looking to be content?
I think you’ll survive. Huger pangs.
Pang.
Gong of your middle.
Not quite your core.
But a wish for an encore of food.

Bending over at the mid section.
MY KNEE!
MY KNEE!
I want this away.

My hair is clean,
My last day of yoga today.
HUGE day, so much running around.

Tried to explain my understanding of when people say “the real world”.
Terrible.

I feel like emotionally i’ve come full circle from a time before going away from Tasmania.
Study has been ok.
Drinking has been fun.
Honesty is a good game.
Went for a walk tonight with Lindsay.
Told her about my failures and conquests most recently with women.

I’m just a regular joe… Pat.
There’s my middle name.

Instead of puffy jackets people should get puffy pants.
Or electric socks.
This months look of big shirts hasn’t taken off.
B’day gift ideas are out there,
But the people and venue need sorting.

Exhausted now.

Advice: “you should just go up and kiss her”
And was listened to by nobody ever.

Idea: dip dyed hair

Teaching: Doobs French.

Yoga finished up this week, going to be taking up a lot of different things this week.

Went to the new salvos store; it was crap.

Saving money this month.

Its my birthday onthe15th.
Need to organise. BBQ? Pub? Poker?

Need to jog more, and shun social smoking.
Accounting practice, driving practice.
Things to do and do and do. Busy busy.

Hope Jon and Dec are well.

This month’s look has been a slow start. Giant t-shirts, rings and scarves.
Thought about dying my nails, growing a goatee thing.
So tired, still suffering from the weekend.

Sam, sam, sam.
Winston. William bros
Backing it up. VINO.

Doors can look after themselves
Miotaur and the manatee (childrens book)
Snow at the pub.

Girls. Wankers. Silence. Tired: ideas.
Chat about; something to chat about; chatty.
Jane Austen. Sarcasm.

Bed time psycho.

Work early.
The bigger the shirt,
The more comfort.
Infinity; bed time.

Today begins a new month. New month, new look new new new.

I wondered yesterday at the idea of contentment.
What is it that you could want at any given moment.
Brain stormed and mind mapped the ideas behind wants vs needs.
Can you set a goal for the long term and be happy over the short term?

What are my goals. Time being “spent”; how you occupy yourself.
Does it yield physical benefits. Can you look back at what you’ve done.
If history is important, is photography equally so.
If only for fashion. (God that was a horrible jumper, and a really bad haircut) –
Thank god I have a photo of that.

Is it interesting reading into things, more than living them? Ofcourse not.
Reading and life experience, *the facts: as you see them* don’t translate to being the same thing.
Living something, then writing about it for the people that aren’t committed or interested per-se in living “it”.
They just want the facts.
Why do we rinse kidney beans? What is it. That stuff; in the tin with them.
A preservative I guess.
How much preservatives do we consume on a daily basis. What are the effects on our body?
Salt is a natural preservative, are we mummifying inside?
Dried fruit! Delicious, dangerous.
Everything is fruit.
Things found in nature, GMO, Preservatives, Wax, Spray, blah blah blah.
What is safe.
The mystery of the food industry.

I put some biscuits the bin the other day.
Not compost. Just bin.
Lazy Patrick. LAZY. Why does the tip smell? Because people are lazy.
Composting isn’t looked into. Let it compost amongst the un-recyclable metals and plastics of the world.
The Australian waste problem. The epidemic that is our lack of understanding.
Be aware! These factors. Take care and realise what it is you’re creating with your laze-faire.
To be lazy is to welcome rot to the face of the planet.

The great many mysteries, compounded into a plate of food that you can’t quite finish.
Can we do anything about this?

Look at your hands,
Massage your face.
Rest and be content.
Your anxiety brought on by deep thinking suggests that there is an abyss before us; filled with the problems of the wold.
Don’t fall in. But don’t cover it up.
Bear witness to this trap.
Be a guide. Save potential victims; come to understand the depth and scale of this problem.
Are there ways for us to cure this giant hole in the soul of mother earth?
Can we fill the potentially fatal fall with rich earth; let us mend! So that the fall, if and when it occurs, is not the one and only.
The horse, never to be mounted again. For its Mariner is gone, felled to the blackness.

August. What could you be: for me.

Nails?
Hair
Scarves
Shoes?
Colours?
Open heart meditation
Bikram Yoga.

STUDY (drink less) focus.

Who here inthe front row doesn’t remember my name.
Thats ok.
First in best dressed.
All of you… Are… Asleep.

That’s ok, you. I’ll buy you a drink after the gig and we can do introductions.
I just want to welcome you guys… To this space.
Where nobody really know’s anybody.
I mean, you guys probably know someone, but you certainly don’t know me.
Even if you didn’t put up your hand and you remember my name. Well done.
Welcome. To this space anyway;
My name is Patrick.
We’re here to laugh, judge, and hopefully have some fun.

So; who irons their underpants? Noone.
Who folds them… Ahhh some of you. Great.
Who walks while texting?
Yes… Good. I see some cross-over,
Some people doing both.
Ummm… So WHY?!
You WASTE-time, folding your underpants,
Then you SAVE-time; (brackets!: asking for death and destruction, oncomming traffic and shit)

So what is that? “Chaos theory”. You’re welcome. That’d be a four years of HECS-debt.

I always thought it was HEX. (Turn you into a frog, taboo, curses yeah, vodoo and shit) Until i went back for another 4 years and did english literature. And then I knew it was just that.
Put a HECS ON YOU!
Fuck that. Which is scarier you know.

by texting mum, seeing if she’ll be cooking something vegan for dinner tonight or are you going to have to buy your own dust, water and lemon-rind curry.

I looked at the world the other day,
ON A MAP.
Does it matter if the map is big or small?
NO. (Idiots in the front row)
Nonsensicle heckles.

But the map right (it was a big map) well biggish.
I’ve seen bigger. We all have, i mean… The internet.
Redtube.

So i looked at the world!
And i really have to become a nomad.
Travel the world. But only see the good bits, right?
Because the shit bits… Well; i may as well be working full time,
Doing a desk job thing, having sex with work collegues on the weekend,
Dealing with their issues 9-5.
Wear a tie.
Have a coffee for breakfast,
Worry about my weight,
My birthday party next month,
My cat (fuck.. did i feed my cat)
What am I saving for again? A house.
Snotty kids?

Isn’t it weird that we’re all here.
Like. Who here wants to have kids.
That’s great! One for you, one for your partner and one for Australia.
“Overpopulation, coming soon”
Unless we all die of… Well everything.
Because surely it’ll all happen at once.
Ice age. Global warming. Famine. Drought. Aliens. Hunger. Homelessness.
Some of you came here for waxxy sort philosophical solutions.
3…4 words.
MARS & Richard Branson.

The more I look at him, the more he resembles a rattle-snake-man.

Like maybe the dinosaurs didn’t die out… They evolved and went to mars.
Far out, this is some waxxy shit isn’t it. Philosophy done wrong.
You’re welcome.

So maybe this alien Branson is the key.
I read one of his books,
He said at the end of one of them that he’s dyslexic.
Just leaving me there like “what…the fuck,.. Did I just read)?

Next Month is coming up.

I forget what I’m doing.
Scarves? Paint my nails? Though ideas.

Need to read Emma,
Practice my driving.

Ripped mums painting today, because she’s being off.

Meant to hang out with Maddie but I got tired.

Had a heavy yoga session today. Full on I say!
Rode around lots, had a horrible tea at sash.
Caught up with Jan. That was a good time.
Scholarships on the horizon for me, just gotta remain focussed.

Sol’s birthday tomorrow which is exciting; need to get amped.
I feel we’ve forgotten how to have fun.
Workin’ on it.

I missed Le Tour!
Watched some cricket tonight with dad.
Tomorrow, work, study, yoga, party.

I had a moment today.
I narrowly avoided asking a stupid question.
I feel this happens more than it should for me.
“Get it”.

The search continues balance in life.
Find a Girl
Fitness
Positive mind
Schooling success
Money saved
Family life
Friends
And many other things!

Albatross, “Bird-en” around your neck.

Teaching Edward French on Tuesdays.
Reading a shash book “Emma” by Jane Austen.
Work is going well,
Sport is ok.
Diet is up and down.
Mum is a bit higgeldy piggeldy.
Dad and I had a funny argument. No fear!
I miss my brother,
I need to organise my birthday.