Bumping Into My Old Coach
Making my way down Queen Street as I arrived I bumped into one of the skinnier coaches from Gridiron. Rather, he noticed me asking if I used to play Gridiron and as we started talking he told me of their winning statistics and how he doesn’t coach anymore. He’s been working at Woolworths as a boxing hand in Moorebank and informing him that I wanted to try with Franklins doing the same he told me there were jobs running where he worked.
Two young lady’s that he was looking after around my age were with him and they roamed around waiting for us to finish our conversation. Talking to him was great where he was much like me in my former conversations. Back then I loved talking once I was in that situation and I found it hard to find that break so I could leave but the conversation was never bleak. Talking to a mind alike of mine we talked for about fifteen minutes and then I told him he should get going as he had to be somewhere.
Silence After a Tussle
Back at home around 9:30 p.m. I thought Lyssa had called me or was going to give me a call later in the night because we had a little tussle but no such call came through. That disappoints me to some degree and now I think to myself how much I loathe when we get into such nothingness of conversation.
When we argue about practically nothing and then we both sit there not speaking with each other, that pisses me off. It doesn’t have to get that far and before I used to stop it myself so I could help the situation but more and more I knew Lyssa had the upper hand out of it and she would rub it in my face the next time so it had to stop. Not speaking when angry with each other I believe is the most detrimental part of anger.
In this little intermission I will make some small points before I continue on with the rest of my bitching and chronology. And one more thing before the facts, if you think this is bitching you’re wrong because this Diary is all about me. It’s about my thoughts that don’t get expressed and about my memories that get held inside and in turn are unleashed her.
This is my psychiatrist and here I speak to her on a lounge where I lie. In this Diary it’s all about me, my feelings, my thoughts, my beliefs so fuck you. I don’t want to hear you say “That’s not true” because these words are how I perceive all around me, these words are the aura around my belief which I walk with every morn.
Bills and Headlines
To start off, Noah is coming back tomorrow after what has been a six month voyage on the sea or such as so. For that we have plans to pick him up from the City and spend the night out with him in celebration. This nose that I thought that would block two or three nights ago has indeed done that but only slightly. Fresh Air does make it better but last night it was part of the reason I couldn’t sleep and tonight will be the same.
Today the phone bill also came and I was surprised that it was over $200 which pissed me off in a way. Now I have to rearrange most of my money’s structure to buy Lyssa’s present, pay off my bill and still have money left over in my Credit Card. It sounds like a hard task judging that I only have $150 in the bank and I have to pay the bill and buy Lyssa’s present as well as buy all my bodybuilding things by the end of this month.
There is one more thing I learnt last night and that was the fact that America have bombed Baghdad because they failed to comply with the agreements that UN Inspectors would come in and do their job. Instead, they were denied to search some parts of Baghdad and for that America have decided to cross that fine line after countless times that Saddam Hussein has failed to satisfy them. Bombing by aviation will continue for a couple of night’s and Saddam wants to rebel upon America and England but with all our boats out there they have no chance of getting out unless they sink our ships.
A Late Run for Subway
Later in the night Keith, Tatton and Shawn came over my house and informing me that they were headed out for fishing I told them I had to get to sleep early. Keith persuaded me to at least head out for the ‘Subway’ in Ingleburn so jumping in the car we headed off with my computer still turned on. Passing Mobil on Queen Street I noticed the drags were on and looking in that general direction I noticed that traitor, Ali.
That’s when I figured that the two of them could have picked Lyssa up to head out there but that seemed unlikely to me. Lyssa has kept the two of them out of our conversations and it seems that Lyssa hasn’t been going out as much with Ali so I hope that doesn’t start to change in my perception. While at the ‘Subway’ we talked about Saddam Hussein and the current situation and once again we embarked upon a historical mission about past wars and what could happen.
There we kept ourselves for an hour talking and from there we jumped back in Tatton’s car. They weren’t keen on fishing anymore because it was getting past 1:30 a.m. so we headed out to Glen Alpine to steal some gnomes or do some snow dropping. Instead we kept ourselves in the car at the mercy of Keith’s driving Tatton’s car while we recited the old days and times we got up to mischief like when I walked up to one of the houses and stole some roller blades to times we tipped over port-a-toilets.
Tatton and His Loan
That took us an hour and once again driving through Queen Street Tatton told me that he might have lost his job. Two of the Mobil stores have been bought out and those are the stores where Tatton has work. So Tatton could be out of a job because of that and still he is paying off a $4000 loan. What’s stupid about this loan that he gained one year ago for his computer is that it was only for $2000 but because Tatton hasn’t been paying it off it’s jumped up considerably.
Now that I’m at home and I’ve had a whinge and explained my night I shall be off to sleep as the time is 5:00 a.m. My nose is still blocked and I still have more to say about my feelings on Lyssa holding back sexually and the guilt that she doesn’t feel.
Before I head off just one more fact. Simon applied for a Credit Card a week ago spurred on by Keith because he didn’t want to get off his but to do it himself. The main reason he was pressured into a Credit Card was so that he could pay off Shawn partly for wrecking his motorbike but I feel that if Simon is approved which should happen tomorrow he will spend that money stupidly as he has for the past bucks that go through his hand.
Uncle Buck should represent money that doesn’t belong to him as the buck is passed to him by many people. The money that was lent to Simon to pay his registration wasn’t used. The three people that lent him the money had to watch it get spent on stupid things, who knows what. Simon sucks with money, how much more can civilization take…
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.
