Its three weeks until I need to be back in Hobart and studying.

Tonight I scouted some free tickets and went to see Japan vs Jordan. 2-0

I made up a joke. What birds fly around in a group of 12? A Doven!

Tomorrow i’ll get a tent for rainbow serpent festival.

Jon’s birthday gift arived today.

Uni is locked in! I’m 100% decided on making the plunge and heading to Tassie for a year of study.
I’ll be studying English and French as well as “Business”.

This upcomming Friday I have an appointment with a surgeon, regarding a knee reconstruction. So i’m laying off the jogging somewhat and focusing on riding my bike and sit-ups.

Talked to Faja and my sister tonight, just some lighthearted chit-chat which was lovely.
Also continued my streak by having a sit down with my housemate Bonnie, regarding future plans and ambitions.
It’s exciting being me at the moment. Everything’s so fresh and fun.

January has been a Booze-free, Blogging, Bangles and Beard month for me. Bonnie said next month she’ll pierce my left ear for me, for a laugh. That could be funny. See what else I can come up with before then.

Rainbow festival coming up for Australia Day (my favourite day) -avoiding the politics on that one.

Now I need to read up on the Ruble, I hear Russia are going to go into recession next year. So now I have to wait. World cup 2018 here I come.

Lazy Sunday? Not quite.

Work has really picked up over the weekends. Meaning I’m working hard on my coffee flows.
This arvo it was a brief bit of exercise and a massive meal. Followed by sleep.
Now I have to sort out Uni! But first:

Where will I stand
When the walls come down
East to the sun’s rise
North to winter’s face
South to where stars are born
West to the road of death

Where will I stand
When the wind wages war
Fleeing the dawn
Howling the breath of ice
Blistered with desert’s smile
Dusty from crypts

Where will I stand
When the world crashes down
And on all sides
I am left exposed
To weapons illimitable
From the vented host

Will I stand at all
against such forces unbarred
Reeling at every blow
Blinded by storms of pain
As all is taken from me
So cruelly taken away
Let not talk of courage
Nor steel fortitude
The gifts of wisdom
Burn too hot to touch
The hunger for peace
Breaks the heart

Where will I stand
In the dust of a done life
Face bared to regret
That flail the known visage
Until none but strangers
Watch my fall.

-Fisher kel Tath-
S.E

My good friend is going to Germany. So I went and said farewell.

After an 8dollar pint of lemonade. -Wtf- (still alcohol free)

I went and watched the Lego movie. It was great.

I managed to acquire a a denim one-piece for dressups. And there-after started jumbling words.

“mouse” = murdered in the house

“milk” – mink and silk combined together as a curtain…

I informed work bosses of my Uni plans. They were exceptionally understanding. “You can’t work in a cafe forever”.

-that’s irony right there people.

Fears faced, no drama.

I exercised! Alas, my knee is destroyed. 😦

No shakespear, regardless: A wonderful day.

A beautiful hot-hot day.
Just going with the flow.
Is there a better way?
I bought a gift for bro!

Bright eyed and excitable,
But the still more to do.
Now I’ve plans with a crazy rabble!
For now its in the stew.

I’m scared of the future
What will it be like as my past
The decisions need to suit-yeah?
It’s coming up so-so fast.

The fuel for today was 7 Seeds. Service, coffee, salad. Brilliant!
A lunch with my good friend Jasper W.
Recently abandoned by his girl. “Fresh Start 2015 bullshit”. I hope he’s ok granted, I know he can do better.
That guy has prospects.

Moving on.

“Skydiving for your birthday bro?”
My friend told me he’d hate it as a gift.
But I’ve decided to challenge my brother on this one.
Guts or Glory style.
I won’t be there for his birthday sadly,
I’ve just locked in a festival.
I’ll be working, working hard on my floes.
Selling coffee to the masses.
Best Drug! -no drinking 2015-
Over and under the rainbow.
Life is crazy like this.
I’m pleased.

And to finish the night with my two best friends.. STING-PONG.
This is living last time I checked.
Not a bad little gig.

I think I’ve missed my daily post with this one.

But look, it goes like this. Yesterday’s… (the other days) post was on time -just.
I was doing things, and still I had that list.
Today I ticked boxes.
Today I’m late.
But I feel like production levels are up.
Tomorrow is going to be even more so.

UNI STUFF. tick

I even rewarded myself with a new set of wireless headphones.
Its funny how a purchase can make you feel like its the turning point in your life. |
I think I get where people can be addicted to their possessions, and the accumulation of goodies.
So materialistic you are. Consumerist you have become. YOLODA!

A $250 dollar pair of headphones, making my day. I never though it would happen, that i’d be that guy.
I don’t listen to music when I run, I don’t like to run near cars or other people. It’s an activity I gladly do alone, to clear my head and think. Exercise makes me happy, without it I would melt away in the dark.

Energy for life.
Love life.

All that nonsensical exercise endorphin talk that skirts around the idea of poetry, so stripped back and simple you might call it brainless.

So much to do, and yet i’m stagnant.
People always have things to do.
but you always have a choice in how you spend your time.

Think of all the things you could do. -right now-
make a list.
From that list how many can you achieve today.
This is what I need to be doing in 2015.
Kicking goals, ticking boxes, enjoying what I do.
Have a goal, and revel in each step towards its completion.

I want to trim down.
I need to exercise more,
call the hospital,
call uni,
change over my phone,
read my book,
buy my brother a present
do research on the the world cup
really find out what fracking is
call mum
fix my computer
box up my things
choose my university courses
buy dad a nice tent
purchase some RM williams boots
get a massage
catch up with Tilde.
Learn french
clean my room
clean the bathroom
go to bed earlier
read some Shakespear
brush my teeth
buy wireless headphones
get an external harddrive
talk to my cousins
wash my sheets
book flights

Just off the top of my head…

Strange, somehow today has been longest day.
I woke up and went to work at 5.30.
I currently have a man-cold, the flu, whatever.
It rained and rained and the cafe was quiet enough for me to go home at 10.30.

Buckets and Buckets of rain.
I bought chocolate and vegetables to make myself better.

Home and sunburt from the day before I felt inspired. JOG TIME.
And so I ran. Refreshed, tight in the left calf though.

Home again, I ate pasta and fell asleep in the bath, listening to a music playlist I put together.

Awake again the bath now quite cold.
I jump into bed and watch Porco Rosso. What a class film.
Again, asleep.

Awake again I look at the texts asking me what i’m doing.
-nothing obviously-
In the wrong headspace for such a bland explanation so I went looking in my notes for the name of an art piece I enjoyed when visiting Spain years ago. Madrid. Sofia I think. Yes.

The piece talked about being sick, and how people look after you when you are sick.
And then how the author became obsessed with the idea that life is best, being looked after.
No expectation. 0% effort. Society will carry you.
I hated it and loved it. Such a spin on my fathers mentality that I’ve been instilled with.
“If you haven’t got your health you haven’t got much”.

The search continues for the name of the work alas.

Later I ate an iceberg lettuce, half a tin of peaches and half a block of chocolate.
What a treat.

I went for a jog and missed the Australia game. 4-0 to the green and gold. O-MAN!

Bed again for the 4th time today. I’m sick but the health bar is full.
Don’t worry Dad, don’t worry everybody.
Look after the people that need it.
I’m O.K.

Today I made plans for 2018.

Today I had toast for breakfast

Today I tanned for hours, without sunscreen.

Today I called her, at long last.

What is it with having a “feeling”. What kind of person gets a gut instinct. And how do you express an entirely out of the blue thought?

When a person gets an inkling that something might happen. How do they deal with it.

My mum would always voice her concerns. “Bye Mum, me and my friends are going to play in the quarry, throw rocks at each-other, fashion swords from sticks and just go berserk”. -back for dinner, no worries- Right?
Of course not. Mum wouldn’t let me out at all, if that was the case.

But lets say i’m fifteen, its the middle of the day and i’m walking to the city.
“Be careful, I’ve just got a bad feeling O.K!” – Great Mum, or should I say Miss Clavel. What am I supposed to do with this seemingly hocus-pocus warning. Am I being careful of anything in particular? Nothing bad ever happened. (mum was always on the alert and always wrong). correct?

So my mum voiced her thoughts, wild and unfounded warnings. Spooky if you ask me.
Having grown up with this my whole life, I have a common practice whenever I think “worst case scenario”.

I understand where she was coming from in some respects. And I’ve picked up a rather annoying habit of voicing my own strange thoughts.
My very own Murphy’s Law, protection against bad things happening.
“Say it out loud, so it doesn’t happen”. SIMPLE.

I went to see a football game this eve, beforehand I went for a jog (2015 health kick and all that).
Alone on my jog, mind wandering I thought.
“There’s going to be a terrorist attack”.
What a strange, strange notion.
Quickly now let me address, I do not live in fear nor do I have the slightest understanding of radical movements.
So I mentioned this thought to my friends -mentioned in the hope that it wouldn’t happen, like all bad thoughts I have- and lo and behold! Nothing of the sort.

But the reaction I got from my friends made me think twice about sharing my scary thoughts.
Truly though, I don’t think I’ll hold back when my brain is firing out worst case scenarios. But I did freak them out, unintentionally.
“why would you say that” said a friend.
I was shocked at the reception I got and how my frame of mind could be so misaligned from that of my friends.
UNTHINKABLE and UNACCEPTABLE, the thought and then practice of vocalising what your brain has fathomed.
Shame on me.

“Touch wood” I guess is what many people do.
Others sit quietly and hope for the best.
Try not to jinx us, one might say.

I say it, because it could happen but it won’t if, I say it.