So last night i travelled from Richmond to the City to partake in Aimee's birthday. While i think she is an awesome person and friend, i must admit that i do not know her well enough to be able to select an appropriate present. But i did get her a card at least. We hung out at a place called the Blackbird, which was right opposite the venue where the year 10 formal was held. After that we went and strolled around Darling Harbour had some ice-cream then kinda lost our way and didn't know where to go next. I had a curfew to be home before 10pm, well fuck that shit it's a friday night and its my friends' birthday. Eventually we ended up in Strathfield to have some noogi ice-cream shiz but i had to leg it because it was already near midnight and i didn't know if there were any buses left.
At Parramatta the bus came about half an hour late FARK and almost EVERY FUCKING TIME i think i have exact fare with me so i reach for my wallet and its missing the 20 c piece i need, i almost shat myself because the indian driver wouldn't let me have a ticket so i had to turn to some old dude and beg for 20 c. Luckily the guy was a hero and gave me 20c and i got on the bus. Then i realised about halfway to Castle Hill that the 20 c had slipped out the side of my wallet and into my coat pocket EVERY FUCKING TIMEEEEEE
I remember back in year 6 when i discovered that i could sing in a totally different tone when i had a cold. So from then on whenever i got sick i'd ditch the medication and keep myself sick just so that i could hit those few high notes that i could't normally reach. Today i accidentally took my mothers phone as well as mine to work. From 9am till 6pm i stood there making box after box of coffee dispensers. I'd been singing along because i was the only person at the factory and suddenly my phone ran out of batteries.
Immediately i started panicking thinking of how to work the last 5 hours with no music. The silence was unbearable and i almost thought about ditching work and just leaving and going to watch movie for a few hours and bullshit to my dad that the heating wires died and i spent a few hours replacing and tuning them. Suddenly i realised that i could use my mothers phone and just switch the memory cards
HELL FUCKING YES so yeah kept on working and screaming my lungs out for another 5 hours. One thing that struck me was how much louder my mums phone was compared to mine This meant that the phone I've been using as an mp3 daily has had its output speakers shredded over the last 3 years due to too much music playing. I feel like switching phones with my mother but i can't be fucked taking all the little charms and rings off my phone. Naturally i maxxed out the volume not caring that i was obviously destroying my eardrums. If i ever become deaf, i swear i will kill myself, what would be the point of living if i couldn't listen to music anymore?
Finally at 6pm i closed the gates and drove home in the car. Now having half destroyed my vocal chords while singing in the empty factory i realised i'd messed up my voice but i could now do those screams from Nirvana almost perfectly. So despite the fact that the wind blowing into the car from the open window was quite refreshing, i closed it up so that i could yell louder within the confines of my car as i sped across the motorway. By the time i got home i realised i'd probably pushed my voice wary beyond the limit and now it hurts just to breathe. But meh whatever singing is fucking awesome, especially when you sing soo much you get all tingly in your body and dizzy/high although its probably not good to do that while driving. The only thing that pisses me off? I've never been able to reach the same tone as Kurt in the first two lines of the 'Heart Shaped Box' chorus. Pretty late revelation but most artists use a double vocal layer on the chorus and only one layer on the verses usually. I have an excuse for myself now for only being able to match verses.
So anyway i was supposed to be on uni break this week but i had to come in 3 days worth of pracs around 6 hours a day. Over that time i had two lab partners one was a tall 27y.o. girl by the name of Emma and a 35 y.o. Lebanese man named Muhammed. Emma had legged it from home 5 years ago and worked odd jobs till she figured out that she wanted to get a Nutrition degree and so she returned as a mature age student. Muhammed after hearing about my plans to drop uni told me about a few things like signing up at employment agencies among other things and how he had planned to just have an easy job with some experience but because he had a family, circumstances changed he decided to come back to uni to get a degree so that he could provide for a family. Thank god i don't plan to have a family, i don't want kids at all. But before i get to that while i didn't learn shit from those experiments i did get to test out my socialising skills and on the last day i shook Muhammeds hand and told him thanks for all the advice and good luck with his Climate Change degree. So to all the people who reckon i'm anti social, WELL FUCK YOU I JUST LIKE TO PICK AND CHOOSE, I CAN SOCIALISE WHENEVER I FUCKING WANT TO YOU IGNORANT PRICKS.
On the subject of family, the world is clearly overpopulated so i think why don't people stop wasting time on overpopulating and just adopt some of the more needy less fortunate and already BORN orphaned kids. Seriously i would if i had the money and the ample resources to do so. But then you have all those people who claim that OOH ITS JUST NOT THE SAME IF ITS NOT 'YOUR' KID yeah fuck the human race and mother earth lets just destroy ourselves and the planet faster then shall we?
Well i had an interesting last topic to type up but i just forgot it, meh something about a dream where i was driving down the highway on a motorcycle as the song "Malibu" by Hole played, but i did learn a new song just now, "Dumb" by Nirvana, shit i should actually be teaching myself blues scales or some shit.
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