Far From Daily

This was written about two days ago, but I've been having troubles with my laptops wireless connection. Things have change, so excuse the things that have changed.

Good day, people! Sorry, I felt I had to be superior for a tad there, just for the hell of it. Anyway, as the title says, this blog has been far from daily in spilling forth dissonance. Oh, well, I s'pose I've been almost productive: drinking, catching up with friends and trying to get a start on both my room piece and my new art project. I really need to prioritise these things, but being organised is against my nature.
Exhibit A: Typing this all whilst at uni when I have stuff to do, homework wise. It's times like these that make me know why I go to the pub.

So, what's been happening, you ask? Not all that much that's out of the ordinary, besides September 19th being International Talk Like a Pirate Day. That was an amazing day, everyone thought I was absolutely off my nut, and I got to break out the old eye patch! Brilliant.

I don't know how many people experience the same kind of things as I do (murderous urges, obscure impulses and abnormal sensations), but lately I've been getting massive head spins when I stand up too quickly: they get that bad that I only see white and I feel like I've had way too much to drink. Well, for the past few days, I've found that if I stop moving and sit down I feel like I'm constantly falling forwards into the table, even though my body is stationary. God, it's very off putting, I'm glad it doesn't happen when I'm riding!

Talking about riding, Phil, Alistair, Alana, Rachel and I are going on the Great Victorian Bike Ride again this year. We started training not too long ago, maybe a few weeks, but it may be in jeopardy already! I got a mysterious text message from Phil this morning saying "Brad rang and said Wayne (who is the teacher from my old high school that organises for us all to go on the rides) had an accident with a saw"! Good start to the training, Wayno! Apparently, another teacher from the school would be able to take over the ride for the little kiddies, which would be alright, but the Great Vic wouldn't feel right without old Wayno. Poor bloke. Get well soon!

I've had a few friend related revelations over the past month, in which my opinions for those I held dear for a long, long time have turned bitter and not so dear.
Seriously, I'm just sick of being called upon to make sure people don't get into fights or pretend to neck themselves. It's a horrible thing to do to someone, even if you are just doing it for attention. Just be warned, next time you do that, I will bloody hit you, and you'll never see me again.
On a lighter note, Dave, my Monk-teaching, globe trotting, cuddly Canadian has returned! He got back the other week, after months overseas in India teaching Tibetan refugees English, and then staying with his dad and working over in the land of moose and maple syrup.
It's astounding to see how much he's changed. It only took five minutes to realise that he'd changed, but not physically. It was amazing to see how his attitude had changed, and his mannerisms too. I don't know anyone who changed so dramatically for the better in such a short time, but bravo to Dave.
In other news, my friend, Allicia, is moving up to Queensland soon. This Friday, I believe. She's got a job on Daydream Island and she'll be up there for at least six months. I don't have that much to say, except I'll miss you lots, and I hope you have fun.

Hmm, I seriously need to start bringing a camera around with me, as my art project has had more insights than I have usable photos! If I ask you for some kind of obscure photographs, please, don't be scared, I'll use them in good context, unless you manage to piss me off severely.

Anyway, enough wasting time. I should do some statistics, seeing as I wasted most of the day.
Blogs away!

P.S. I went over to Allicia's place tonight/yesterday morning, as she had a gathering of close friends around to see her off. I realised this may be the last time I see her until next year. I'll miss you heaps, lovie.
Send me a few photo's of you when you get up there, or some 'Myspace' shots of you on the plane, I have a few ideas for my art project.