late night musings
"17"
Waking at 7 on to brekky and a wash
walk to school, weave through cars
a quiet side street, another barking dog
life's passing me by and way too fast
School at 9, meet up with
a queer, and old mate and a crazy one
life's stories, the weekend past
10 minutes at a time
class first off
i'm late off the ball
start paying attention
when she'd gone off the wall
lunch to trade stories
you sit through impotent soliloquies
an interesting morsel
torn to bits by the gossip carrion
working sporadically
not paying attention and knowledge passes nigh
waiting for the sound of momentary freedom
they leave without me, passing me by
3 marks the unspoken end
dont try teaching now
hindered goodbye
a tired hug
through a once-busy place
echoes of people, a deserted surface
a lonely walk home
she gives me hope, a deeper purpose
it's life while at school and
im just a nonchalant observer
gimme a fucking break
its hard being the man
and hating him at the same time
written 1:02am, Saturday May 28th
yours truly tricking it up on a tiny skate deck. check the palings in the background - the light makes em look like a distant forest (sort of. i see it anyway)
Food Service Rules.
Waitering -
always claim your free meal if you're a waiter for a caterer ie dont get tips.
if the host/ess is pissed enough, it's fine to take a (probably not a full one) bottle of spirits with you. and if you can get cigars, by all means get them. if the host/ess is rich enough to afford a cigar for each of the 100 male guests, they will serve them good cigars.
if someone is a knob to me - dont complain if i dont serve you because the "tray was empty by the time i got there"
if someone wants to know your name - your fucked.
if im only serving food, dont ask for a drink and for fucks sake dont get offended when i tell you to go to the bar yourself. i am not a bar-back and you are NOT paying for your food, so shut the fuck up.
if you are the host/ess feel free to ask for anything.
i, as a waiter, am not obliged to dry-clean any of your garments because you, the gyrating slut, were doing your shit on the proverbial dance floor and bumped me, causing food to fall on you.
i am not obliged to hold back a vomiting guest's hair for them.
anything that required gloves i am not obliged to do.
Micky D's -
i wish death upon all those who ask for a cheeseburger with no pickles. pull em off yourself you lazy fuck's (unless of course you're allergic to em)
anything that a store manager doesnt ask me to do on a normal close, i am not obliged to do for lesser managers.
back area crew i know of do not spit on burgers. Neither do i.
the phrases "timer return", "product level check" and many others are used to point out a hot chick on counter. if you are the said hot chick, smile, we're looking at your tits not your face.
most importantly - ask for a fresh burger if you're ordering one after 7:30
any mates who have others, feel free to comment and add any i missed.
"Attitude of lightning toward a baby Mountain" - James Gleeson
another
"Keeper of Used Shadows" - James Gleeson
a lungful of burning ash pt. 2
Sat - woke up an hour earlier than yesterday, brekky, another walk to a landmark, this time the National Gallery, saw average womans exhibition (cant remember the name), was fucking blown away by James Gleeson (surrealist) exhibition and stood like a dick in front of many big wonderful paintings i couldnt possibly concieve myself...decided i want a big surrealist piece of art eventually (also favour sculpture above painting, but surrealisim is now a very close second), stared at one series of paintings for ages....cant remember what it was titled but was about the two dudes who makes wings and fly then one flys close to the sun and falls and dies etc., went about the gallery trying to find cafe (in pink and lime elevators), walked back to accomodation, bussed to AIS, (boring as fuck) toured the place, waited ages for Brumbies vs Chiefs game (rugby union), got inside, teacher and co picked fuck-knuckle seats so i went up and sat in the good one, yelled myself hoarse insulting the referee, went back to accom., more cigs on roof, table tennis with tyson, bed etc.
Sun - up early, couldnt be fucked showering, brekky, packed, taxi to airport, flight home (cheers to the flight attendants with a sense of humor) and drive home with mum.
alltogether a fun experience with little educational hassles given it was an educational trip. thanks to all, particularly tom for the experience on fri. night.
canberra is also a very aesthetically picturesque city. i highly reccomend it to all pensioners for their last days, trust me, you'll die happy (but cold).
a lungful of burning ash pt 1
http://www.livejournal.com/users/tomopoly/20663.html#cutid1first of all, a bit shout out to Tom, who made this post and the Canberra trip worth doing.
To put it shortish:
Thurs - school in morning, left morning tea to pack, airport an hour early (cautiously drank a coffee made by woman with man voice and more than enough man facial hair), flight to Can., cab to backpackers, Chinese (wicked sezchuan king prawn and crab meat laksa) and some cigs on the roof with Tom, bed.
Fri - eight am start, walk to exhibit thing near lake burleigh-griffin (random shit + sweet laser guide of layout of canberra), New Parliament house to see the various stuff (incl paintings of PM's, like the Gough Whitlam one just cos it's different), Old Parliament house, High Court (boring as fuck but hey, it's Mabo, it's...the vibe) and expensive lunch, walked back the length of the Canberra main drag to get to the War Memorial (6ks ish). found some info on Grandad who was in the 2/14th aus infantry, 6th transport cor. he served in north africa and PNG (kokoda included fuckers) - very much proud of him, he never talked about it though, understandably.,
back to accomodation, given 'free time' til 10:30, walked to random dealer's place next to bowls club, got some ganja and called hot by random 15 yr old, went to Max's house, had some cones and watched max mix up 'At the Basement' - screwed one up and got lungful of burining ash(not fucking cool by a long shot) got better had 3 more was gone, ate potful of pasta, got cab arrived at 10:30 on the dot, went to bed, accused by Emma Schier of being 'not ok' and 'drug addled', precieded to freak her the fuck out and couldnt stay still til 12. collapsed asleep.
saturday and sunday to come good people. stay tuned :)
hope you all stayed well whilst i was off having fun.
how do i put this?
goddamn music. the shit seems to be like a fine wine - the older the better.
i like kyuss. these dudes fuckin rock. check the songs 'odyssey', 'asteroid' and 'thumb' (off the top of my head). ive been listening to the two albums 'Blues for the Red Sun' and 'Welcome to Sky Valley' and they both fuckin rock. if i find this stuff in a music store, for fucks sake make me buy it. and two of their members became part of the (pre-Lullabies) QOTSA. how cool is that?
only thing i got stuck in my head at the moment is a quote from lock, stock and two smokin' barrels - "also, i think knives are good. big FUCK OFF shiny ones....guns for show, knives for a pro."
i'd like you all who havent experienced a proper videogame to go out, buy yourself a PS2 and a copy of Grand Theft Auto:San Andreas. attention game developers. this game has a STORYLINE and whats more, IT MAKES SENSE. do as they do, and i might buy your games. (on a side note - Reflections made a mistake making Midnight Club 3: Dub Edition - it's hollow, very unrealistic and only makes it worth a quick squiz. for fuck's sake, dont buy it)
enough randomness for now.
i'll be off to Canberra for a modern history trip. god i wish it will snow there. ive never seen the stuff. anyho readers, all the best whilst im gone. I'll miss you Jess.
S. i will reply as soon as i get back, i havent forgotten.
What the fuck?
righto. seems somebody jumped into my account and said some stupid shit. no harm done though, all is well.
check this blog out -
http://standingonthebox.blogspot.com/ - it's by a bouncer. i like it.
later
