vobiblog

This is just test to make sure that my connection to livejournal is working :)

I had a really shit night on Friday. It was no different to any other night I guess but lately I have been getting very lonely, especially after I’ve had a few drinks. In the past, drinking has always helped me to escape from reality, but recently, it has been causing me to get really depressed. Last night I had two beers, had dinner, and sat on IRC waiting for something to happen. When nothing happend, I got in a shit. Even this morning I was still feeling like crap.

I think I am going to observe a ‘no standing’ policy on IRC from now on. I’ll no longer leave it just sitting there. I won’t say that I am not going back there because, well, there is someone there that I care about, and even though we are quite capable of using the phone, for some reason we only ever chat on IRC. I don’t know what I would do without you TMC, I really appreciate you being there for me.

So no more IRC, no more drinking alone. What do I do? I have become so withdrawn from society. Mum suggested that I join Mensa. Thanks for the vote of confidence mum, but I am not THAT smart. I don’t feel like joining any of the boys club type computer groups. I am totally dissolutioned with politics, though I guess there is no reason why I couldn’t join the greens. Remedial basket weaving isn’t going to help here.

I know people are overrated and all, but how does one go out and meet people. I have forgoten how, or maybe I never knew how. IRC is useless, i either think the person at the other end is a wanker, or they think that I am. Night clubs might be OK if you have a big penis and are looking for a root, but I don’t, and I’m not looking for that. Its not like someone with a girlfriend can post a personal ad without looking like a total tool. Hey even if i didn’t have a girlfriend, I’d still look like a tool placing a personal :). I was thinking of transferring uni to QUT next semester so I would actually be on campus but I don’t think that is going to work out. I would have to start turning down a lot of work. If I start turning down work, I soon wont have anyone to work for.

Its 1am, time for bed. Another day of this shit over.

Questions, comments and suggestions to me@vobiscum.net. Abuse to /dev/null. Members of mensa go drink like a fish and take lots of drugs so you are forced to lower the entrance requirements.

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Fun. Fun Fun. On Saturday I went to a party at a clients house as the Glasshouse Mountains. I decided to go by myself which caused a few problems with the girl. I think she will get over it. Its funny how whenever I go to a party, I tell myself that I am going to be well behaved, just have a few drinks to loosen up, and be nice to everyone. By 9:30 I was already rotten. I had way to much to drink and had spent a fair amount of time in the cubby house smoking cones. Next to the cubby house was my old Datsun 120Y that I sold for $50 about a year ago. By 10:30 I was talking absolute shit. By 11:30 I thought it would be a good idea to go on the trampoline with 3 other people. By 12:30 I was rubbing my head along the corrugated iron roof of the cubby house?!?!? I don’t remember much after that.

As the Glasshouse Mountains are about an hours drive from home, I decided that I would sleep in the car. It is the first time that I have be grateful about owning a shitbox corona over some totally impractical but sexy Japanese sports car. I put a mattress in the back with all my usual bedding and crawled in at about 2 am and got a great sleep. In fact it was probably more comfortable than my bed.

On sunday morning, I drove home, had a shower and went to the girls parents for easter lunch. Her mum makes a mean chicken lasagna. I got way too much chocolate as usual. I don’t even like it that much, in fact, if it wasn’t for easter, I probably wouldn’t even eat the shit. I don’t know what I am going to do with it. I visitors will gradually demolish it. If anyone ever gets a craving for an easter egg in September, you know where to find one.

There has been a bit of a possum problem at my place for a while now. One of them didn’t like what the tree butchers did to their home, so they moved into my roof. The possum man set some traps last night and this morning, there was a beautiful big possum that had been caught. I have started making some possum boxes to put in the trees so he doesn’t have to move into the roof again. Ahh the joys of living in the suburbs.

Nothing else has been happening. I haven’t really been working that much. I’m slowly catching up on all my study. The house is almost clean enough for human inhabitation. I guess that means that things are good :)