Wednesday, June 23, 2010

We had a movie night.

We had a movie night at Jackson's the other day. Stan and Jackson picked Patrick and I up from ours and we went to get movies. Silence of the Lambs, Evolution, Gamer and some Asian shit Stan picked up ;)

Back at Jackson, Stan made stir-fry for the boys. Marlo, Megan and Julian turned up at some point. We all watched Silence of the Lambs and Gamer. Patrick threw a shirt at me, and in the proccess of throwing it back I knocked a glass of coke off the counter above me and it went all down my back. I was unimpressed. I blame Patrick entirely.

The three late comers were the first to leave, then Patrick, Stan, Jackson and I managed to waste away a few hours, until Jackson ordered everyone to sleep. Stan and Patrick, unimpressed by the idea, decided to leave, so Jackson and I finallyyyyyy got to go to bed.

The next day we slept almost completely through. We were up at... Four, maybe? We did nothing for a while then took Bowman the dog for a walk when it got dark. Jackson tried to make me run, but I informed him I don't run without a tennis racket or a hockey stick in hand. Silly boy.

What lovely, lazy days I've been having. Holidays are bliss.

Photos, anyone?

A series of attractive Jackson expressions:

Disturbing on so many levels (Patrick - Stan looks virtually normal):

Aww, just like one big happy family (So many tangled limbs)!:

Pre ridiculously drunk at a Justin Walshe Folk Machine gig in North Perth:

The next night, at a play about child abuse (we're such a bunch of socialites):

Saturday, June 19, 2010



They say to me, “Time means nothing at all
“It’s what you do with it that matters”
But sand through the glass takes an age to fall
I dwell on silence that nothing shatters
Where the desire did burn and ache and tug
This time hurt festers into something sour
But the emptiness that I gouged and dug
Means little when I change with each hour
The notes and beats which were once so soothing
May now sound to me so mocking and vile
But time says they will again be moving
One day I will remember us and smile
Though I’ll look back fondly on love and lust
For now your mix-tapes sit and gather dust

It's a sonnet. So what?

Monday, June 14, 2010


Today was one of the laziest days of my life.

Last night Patrick and I stayed at Jacksons. We watched movies, we had some sheesha, we were mesmerized by a ventriloquist with a duck. We went to bed at about 5am. Jackson said I passed out on the couch in the living room, but I woke up on the couch in the front room. Funny, that.

I think I was awake by about 1. Jackson came into the front room and took up all my lying space. I don't think we actually got up till about 3. Patrick, who was sleeping on a mattress on the floor, definitely didn't stir till about then. Jacksons brother got home from school before we'd moved.

We spent the remainder of the daylight watching youtube. My Dad picked Patrick and I up. Now I'm here... I have an exam tomorrow. Eep.

On Saturday I had an exam too. After, I had just enough time to wolf down a bowl of pasta before my hockey game. Got home to text messages from Patrick and Jackson saying come out etc. I caved, showered, train-ed, and met them in the city. Meg and others were with them too. We went to The Court. Jackson made me drink things fast.

Jackon and I stayed the night at Patricks. We took the train home, and at the train station I walked into a bench three or four times. Patrick had a feast of vending machine food and Jackson disappeared for quite a while.

The next day... was a blur. I don't remember much of the day time at all. It's entirely possible that's because we slept through it. Every time I'm with those boys we don't seem to sleep until 6am at the earliest.

Why did I write all that in reverse? I think my brain is going to implode.

Now whaaaaaaaat....................? Self destruct.