What I need to focus on with my muscles is the forearms and then I might even start working my legs again. There are problems with my existing workouts but that’s only due to not having enough money to elaborate my expenses to weekly passes. Shoulders or the Trapezius muscles aren’t even being worked and that could look good but then again, I won’t have that wide look. It’s already coming back to me with the working out of my back muscles, let’s keep that up for the next two months leading to summer.
My cold is almost over but don’t think it’s gone. Today at Campbelltown after all, I had to use toilet paper to blow my nose. It’s still here but by tomorrow it should definitely be gone. Tonight should bring me a good night’s sleep and the blocked nose might be gone because the throat soreness has disappeared.
Coming out of the shower I gave Lyssa a call but Kiley and Dax were over her house. Lyssa called me back in twenty minutes as we talked with each other. Lyssa told me how her College is now under a subpoena to go to court for their cheating ways and how there is now a new girl at their College. The Teacher has something against Lyssa and her four friends and specifically told the girl not to befriend Lyssa and the others as they would all corrupt her mind. Well, the seventeen year old girl didn’t listen and the five of them took her under their wing. Lyssa and her friends talk to everyone at College now and Lyssa is a vigilante now, just like school she does no work and doesn’t care.
Lyssa also told me how her purse was found and the story behind it. As it turns out the purse was found in a toilet by some people and they didn’t know who to turn it in to. So the founders of the purse walked to a Kebab shop in Minto and handing it over to the owner of the store who opened up the purse they were surprised to find (Upon seeing Penelope’s picture in there) that the owners of the Kebab store were Penelope’s cousin. So, they called Penelope’s house and that’s how Lyssa got her purse back. Nothing in the purse was actually touched but the money and a picture of Lyssa. So someone must really like what Lyssa looks like, enough to carry a picture. Oh, poor Penelope, someone who Lyssa thinks is so hot and naturally beautiful (Not when she has no make up on). Poor Penelope who’s picture was never taken out, they didn’t like what she looked like, poor Penelope, big headed Penelope.
Lyssa and I finished our arguing about how beautiful Penelope actually was and how I hated when they kissed in public (Because they only kissed so people would look) when Kieran knocked on her door and was invited in the house. Pretty abrupt and a bit rude but I don’t doubt Lyssa calling later tonight. Right now the time is 7:56 p.m. and let me tell you, 300 pages doesn’t seem that hard now.
Tuesday 10:04 p.m.
Just an extra announcement before the night is over. Lyssa just gave me a call about fifteen minutes ago like I thought she would. The reason she was so late was that she was watching ‘Beverly Hills 90210’ something I didn’t foresee. Lyssa told me that she wasn’t even going to ring me but she couldn’t sleep and waking up she decided to give me a call. Conversing about how today was Penelope’s birthday and how I don’t give a fuck I could sense something wrong in Lyssa’s voice. For some reason Lyssa was all quiet in her tone and after asking consecutively if there was a problem she would inform me that there wasn’t.
As our conversation progressed so did answers to my curiosity and I found out why Lyssa was so quiet. Because of the frolic Lyssa and I had one week ago at her house and because I got me all over her dress and right on her she was afraid that she might be pregnant. Knowing in my mind that there is only a remote possibility if not even that I knew Lyssa had nothing to worry about. Suggesting Lyssa get herself a home pregnancy test if she was really worried that was all we could do. Lyssa then told me she wouldn’t want the baby and sarcastically but seriously I uttered “Well give him to me”. Lyssa then informed me that I could take the baby and then we started to argue who would be the better parent. Naturally I thought I would be better because Lyssa at the first sign of the child wanted to hand over responsibility to me and I was offering to take the child.
Speaking some more of Penelope and noting how she was having an opinion of me and Lyssa in the back of her mind due to what she had said to Imad we started to debate some more. Finally Lyssa had to get to sleep and I thought it was a bit sudden so I asked for a minute or two extra to say our goodbye’s. But Lyssa was persistent and once again I sarcastically said “Well fuck you then”, Lyssa just hung up the phone. So there was our conversation tonight, sex, scandal and sabotage. Isn’t that a good way to end the month, like I always say, on a bad note we end and on a good note, the new month we mend.
For some other news, I got to work on my Resume and had accustomed my creativity into portions of the Resume to make it “Kick Ass” (If you can excuse my English). What I’m also thinking of doing is making a creative Resume where I have already color coordinated certain wording and I will place it on some colored paper. That will be for jobs that require Graphic Arts and things like that, jobs that require my creativity. Well tonight before I get to sleep to rest these muscles that will ache so much in the morning I will start the long process of correcting all the spelling and grammar errors in my previous Diary entries and once they are all done I will save the whole workings onto disk and then onto CD.
One more quick word about my old entries. Let me first be philosophical with my next sentence. ‘If you can’t take the dissin’ stay outa tha kitchen’. Yep, words spoken with such elegance don’t you think. What I’ve noticed through these Diary entries from the very first entry to now, I diss who I don’t like and I go all the way with my emotions if the need is there. Dissing is so curious when hidden and so funny when forbidden but here when seen in my Diary by all, by the accuser and accused, makes you wanna laugh just thinking about it. Peace to the Dissed, I don’t mean to diss so bad unless your name is Rory or bitch ass ‘Palmer’.
Tuesday 11:02 p.m.
These little bugs are piiiiiising me off. Every fucken night when my lights are on, my television and computer screens are on I get these little fucken bugs. Not big enough to be mosquitoes or even ants they fly onto the screen I’m looking at and bug the fuck out of me. The things that piss me off the most is that they seem to come one by one and I never see more than one bug on the screen at the same time. When I kill one bug another will pop up on the screen within seconds, it kills me. It makes me wonder if I actually killed the fucken bug and if that bloodied waste on the back of my finger is actually the bug. What else pisses me off is that they never seem to fly onto the screen that I’m not watching. I’ll be using my computer, they use it too. I’ll be watching television, they will also want to get a good look. But right now when I play computer, they don’t touch the television and they piss me off. How come when I look around in my room I can’t see the little shits but they just appear. Where the fuck do they come from, outside and where abouts do they enter my room, the window. These bugs really piss me off is all I had to say and that’s why I’m writing.
Right now I’m starting to get tired so I might as well pitch in to my sleep and get up early tomorrow to try and get some advanced payment from Centrelink.
Tuesday 11:56 p.m.
If this makes you laugh at the sheer stupidity then it must have worked. You must feel like a dissected goat right now. Not knowing exactly what I meant but knowing exactly that I wrote it and it was pretty exact, exactly. Does it hurt to know that I’m using you and father time to sneak in one more lame entry before it’s midnight. Hey, maybe if you read this twice midnight will come quicker for you, he he he. Let me now leave you with a short entry, not the shortest because you must hold that title, being short that is and not in stature either little buddy…
Diary Of A Mad Chaos is a daily diary written from March 1996 until today, of which individual books and book series have been created, namely “The Lost Years” an exploration of young, entwined love, the “Wubao In China (猎艳奇缘)” book series which provides an extensive comparative analysis of the cultural differences between Eastern and Western societies, and the book titled “Foreigner (华人)” an exploration of race relations in Australia.
