Waving Off A Taxi
Walking out the front with Lyssa she had herself a cigarette waiting for her Taxi to arrive. It didn’t take long for the Taxi to front at my house and as it did Lyssa walked down to greet it and we both waved goodbye to each other, no kiss or hug. Walking back into my room I had a couple more hours of sleep and I’m not sure when I woke up but I am sure that Lyssa gave me a call at 9:00 p.m. Monday night.
It seems that Penelope’s mum didn’t arrive at Lyssa’s house until 5:00 p.m. and as selfish as that sounded Lyssa didn’t end up going to College mainly because of that factor. Another reason that Lyssa didn’t attend was due to the fact that she found her assignment hard. Now that I have explained Sunday night and am in the middle of Monday I will once again leave this Diary to rest my hands and hopefully catch up tonight which isn’t likely. Before I leave let me recite something I just created.
My Broken English Poem
What English, for I of English, I’th have of none but got what I say have truth to you. What English, for I of English have, I’th but what to say of life of love and live of what I have to say. What English, have I of English, I’th none but what I speak and what shall break a broken verse to proverbs of another day. What English, for I of English do understand not but broken vowels so, what of English…
Wednesday 11:33 p.m.
Last Chapter Of The Chronology
This series is almost upon extinction as tonight shall be the last of my outdated chronology tales, lets hope. For the past few entries I’ve either been bothered by someone coming over where I had to stop or my hands have just become tired as well as my mind. Luckily we have finished the big Sunday and are now on the topic of what has been happening this last Monday. You would think with the big weekend gone and now pretty much nothing happening and me going nowhere it shouldn’t be a long entry but I think it will be. Anyway, let us begin on our epic tale…
Monday Night Phone Call
Let us begin with me waking up on Monday after my three hour nap. The time was around 6:00 p.m. when I decided to wake myself up and upon that I had myself a shower and something to eat. Deciding to play the computer Monday night until the phone rang for me at 9:00 p.m. Lyssa was on the phone and that’s when I realized that Lyssa didn’t go to College. Lyssa then informed me of how Penelope’s mum didn’t arrive until 5:00 p.m. but Lyssa didn’t want to go to College anyway.
Informing me that her periods were over and the fact that Lyssa and I could have had intercourse on Monday morning Lyssa advised me that I was acting differently on Sunday night with Lyssa. Not able to comprehend how I could have been different I failed to differ with her argument. Now that I knew that Lyssa was off her periods I was making sarcastic remarks about how Lyssa could sleep over for the night.
Suspending our night of passion to that of another night Lyssa told me that along with not having any money to come over she would have to visit College the next day. Following some conversation Lyssa informed me that she was very horny for the night, that only sparked more arousal.
Reading The Diary To Lyssa
For the next half an hour I read some of my Diary to Lyssa as she asked me if I wrote the gory bits about our sexual exploits. Knowing that I did Lyssa asked if I would read her part of that night’s literature so she can see how I compose such literature. After some quiet looking through my Diary I came across some night in October when I rented ‘Fallen’ and instead of watching the movie we had the best sexual night that I could recall after our break up.
Word after tantalizing word we deepened our thoughts to that night as we remembered through my words what I thought for that night and how my emotions had been. There were one or two lines that I didn’t want to read to Lyssa about our sexual exploits but eventually she got them out of me.
Lyssa didn’t really seem to say much when compliments were in my Diary about her or when there were good words spoken but as soon as one line of criticism came out of my literature Lyssa took it to heart. Our night ended as I ended reading my literature and as Lyssa hung up the phone I knew that she finally realized how I felt about her, still in love with her.
Oil Fires And War Talk
Finishing my conversation with Lyssa around 11:00 p.m. I started to play the computer and half an hour later Shawn and Tatton turned up to my house. As usual we just sat around with the night’s discussion and Monday night I learnt much things about Mr. 80’s, Tatton. Discussing war as Saddam Hussein was on television Tatton told me that Saddam lit up all the oil in his country around the borderlines in massive clumps so infantry could not enter his land.
That’s where I learnt that this oil was lit up in the early 1990’s and since then it has still been burning strongly. This alone has created a larger hole in the ozone layer and it’s very hard to extinguish. Water does not mix with oil so that won’t put it out. What the experts are doing is placing large chimney’s or roofs over the top of these huge oil clumps in sections which in turn starves the fire of it’s oxygen and puts it out.
Of course there is always a chance that the oil might re-ignite and if that happens all the people inside the roofs perish. The threat or World War III was also discussed and Tatton told me that it was evident as Saddam Hussein has terminal cancer and doesn’t have too much longer to live so what has he got to lose. On top of that it seems that the millennium bug is placing a used by date on atomic weapons after the year 2000 so Nostradamus might be right with the 1999 world war.
Who Settled Australia First
Plenty more was talked on our night of information but one other major topic was how Asians were the first to come to Australia and colonize it. It has been proven that aboriginals are descendants of the early settling Asians. All that changed was they got a little bit of a tan. Shawn tried to tell me that white people and all other colored people are two different races.
He also told me that the only difference between the biological structure of an ape and an Asian (Or was it Aboriginal) was that apes can produce their own Vitamin C. Supposedly that is why apes have much more hair than us but all you have to do is look towards the Lebanese and you might find the missing link. There was also the off note that evolution in hundreds of years time might see the human race grow another finger on each hand because we need it.
History Class At Midnight
Overall Shawn and Tatton seemed to know much more about history than I did as they taught me about the Geneva convention and why people don’t just kill Saddam Hussein. They also taught me about Gallipoli and why we now have an Anzac day. For three hours we sat at my house discussing the past and then it was time for them to head off. For the rest of the night I kept myself awake until the time was near 6:00 a.m. For three hours I slept blissfully but at 9:00 a.m.
Tuesday morning I received a call from Lyssa. Late for College Lyssa just gave me a call to say hello which was a bit out of place considering what time of day it was. Lately Lyssa is calling me more frequently which is a good thing as it shows how much I still mean to her. Sleeping well until 3:00 p.m. I can’t recall much of Tuesday or what I had done in that day but it couldn’t have been much more than playing my computer or watching television.
Heading Out On A Wednesday
It’s almost time for me to leave now because I just received a call from Simon and he’s soon picking up Shawn and Tatton to do something. Personally I don’t think there is much to do on a Wednesday night but it’s probably going to be same old same all. From what I gather we are going to drive around for a little and probably try and catch a glimpse of the meteor shower that supposedly will continue for the next ten days but won’t be as strong as last night’s shower which wasn’t seen because clouds were covering the whole sky.
All I can say now is that my tan is sunburn is starting to get a bit better and it doesn’t burn as much when I have a warm shower. However, my nose has started to peel regardless of the one year old moisturizer I put on it. Hopefully the skin on the rest of my body won’t start pealing but I’ve had no faults with it so far so fingers crossed.
Yep it looks as if I’m going to have to finish my important Tuesday night call when I get back or maybe even later than that. Still I have to explain my day at the Gym for Wednesday so I still have more and more work bunching up on my mind. Tonight shouldn’t be that surprising considering I’m going out with the guy who likes driving around the block…
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.
