Closing January With Sonnets and Spite (Part 1) – Mad Chaos: February 1, 1999

Rain and Sonnet Plans

The rain has subdued and all within those joyous tears have been blissful and blooming with temperament. As the droplets do cease to hail with their shining empathy, I finish my January lithesome and prepared for another term of deserving poetry, worthy literature and fruitful actions. Last month, what had not been told had been thought and what not of thought was of remembrance or hope. This month will not change these views as I feel February will be more of the good to come.

January was a renewal of literature and a test to see if I could repeat the fundamentals of December’s brilliant poetry. That I did with new concepts, new thoughts and thus, I came up with ‘The Lost Years Sonnets’ that I am still in deliverance of. Although December was more ample of poetical literature than January tended to be I believe that the quality of literature in the month passed has greatly surpassed the last. The quality just seems to be getting better and better and this comes with learning fundamentals.

Also last month I had two poems on the verge of being printed. Had it not been for the negative state of mind I was in those couple of lines could have turned into something beneficial. For example, the last day of last month (Which was yesterday) I had a thought for a poetical line upon coming home from my night out. The line was ‘Your grave earnings shall be the death of me’ and upon coming home I was certain that upon this I would capitalize.

Alas, because my mind wasn’t up to it, I locked myself up in a void and now looking back upon that unfinished Sonnet it lacks direction. Therefore, it was a good idea that I postponed production of this Sonnet and another that I am still in the works of. The other Sonnet in my Sonnet form is a dedication to Shakespeare but that is once again still in the works. On top of that I have at least two-dozen ten-syllable lines ready to be placed within a Sonnet but they still haven’t found their mark.

This month will certainly see the fitting of these so-called lines into a destined spot in one of my upcoming Sonnets. This will be another month of great poetry but it will also be the uprising of a possible career and the ongoing performance of my bodybuilding activities. But before these Sonnets can gain their form I must yield the clouded thoughts in my mind. Therefore, I must submit my latest chronology to pursue these Sonnets.

Saturday Night Gets Organised

My story begins here, but for a Saturday evening, which did start for me and shall begin here with Ralf’s arrival. The time must have been around 9:30 p.m. when Ralf decided to head over to my house to pick me up but once he did we didn’t stick around for much time. Jumping into his car we talked about who was coming and then bad air circulated about the whole situation of getting people out.

For one, Tatton was back from a one week holiday with his uncle and we were going to try and get him out for the night. Seeming that Shawn was his better friend I called him up to ring Tatton hoping that he would get Tatton to bring out his car but Shawn didn’t want to help the situation. “He can’t drive because he has no driver’s license anymore” he said, and asking if Shawn could drive he just responded, “No, I don’t want to drive his car, I always drive it”.

Ralf informed me that Shawn was just upset because he dropped him off straight home after leaving my house earlier on in the day. Despite that Shawn did end up calling Tatton and both of them wanted to come out but the dilemma, Tatton’s car was off the road. On top of that we weren’t sure if Keith wanted to drive his car and if he didn’t we were stuck with an extra person or two.

Planning With Ralf and Keith

Making our way to Keith’s work it started to rain and then somewhat later it cleared and once again ensued. In the time that we visited Keith we chatted about what we wanted to do for the night, the three of us. That’s how it usually is these days, the three of us making the decisions. But, if it wasn’t for Keith giving Ralf a call and telling him to head over to his work so we could discuss the night, it would just be Ralf and I. That is an interesting argument, Ralf and I making the plans and Keith wanting in on the planning.

Ralf to Keith is the action man and that’s why he calls Ralf instead of me, which is agreeable. What I don’t get is that I never call Ralf or Keith for that matter but to Ralf, my opinion is necessity to planning a good night. Thus, without Ralf there would be no forcible planning and without me there would be no forcible backing up. Because Ralf has the car and he tends to do what he wants Keith and some others seem to ring him and keep me out of the calculation.

Ralf on the other hand sees me as a disagreeing contingency to plans and I am the second person that everyone tends to listen to. Thus, Ralf and I arguing about destination would just end up wrong so Ralf and I agreeing and discussing plans for the night is the better alternative. On top of that, let me just note that when Ralf used to go all ADD I was the only one to stand up to him and win.

Wollongong Beats the City

The plan was finally agreed upon and that was for two cars to head down to Wollongong. The original plan was going to be the City and I was all geared up for it because we had a full night planned. To start we were going to visit the Casino then head down to the Orient for a little while where we could dance for free.

Then we would walk around and visit some fast food joints and finally visit some strip joints at free admission time so we could get kicked out every minute for not buying a drink. Instead, we were heading to Wollongong mainly because Ralf didn’t want to drive to the City and we were taking too much people to fit in one car. Apart from Shawn, Tatton, Keith, Ralf and I we were also bringing along Jett for the night. There was no real plan for Wollongong but only to walk around and hopefully get to see some chicks.

After teasing Keith about not wanting to take two people in his car because he’d just cleaned it, we scoffed at his argument and then headed on our way to pick up Jett. Keith was getting off at 11:00 p.m. and when he did we told him we would meet with him at his house. Heading off we drove to Jett’s house and already waiting for us he jumped in the back of Ralf’s car.

Two Cars Full of Grudges

The way I had seen it from the start of the night was that the three people nobler of their word and with more deliverance in regards to respect were in Ralf’s car. Keith’s car (who would have Tatton and Shawn) was a car of contrasting beliefs and in that car each of us had seen another as a victim, a dick head or an acquainted adversary.

There was Jett who hated Keith for what he had done to Tamsen ages ago when she came out with us to the City and Keith didn’t. There was Ralf who rejected Shawn’s liking, as he had seen him as a complete user. He explained how Shawn only uses and now that Tatton doesn’t come out anymore and he has no car to cruise around in, he’s been calling Ralf, using him.

Then there’s me who treats Tatton how he should be treated, as a true outcast to civilization, one who would rather spend a night in front of the video instead of heading out to the City to have a good time, and one who would rather run from a fray and cower under some shallow rock than with some dignity, help his friends.

We were the car brim with loathing nature and they were the victims of our loathing. Who knows if they were also plotting hateful thoughts and words against us? They probably were considering the harsh silence that came with the two groups finally getting together in Wollongong. This world is full of hate and this hate was evenly spaced. Whoever said, “Hell hath no fury” is pretty wrong.

Picking Up Tatton

Heading for a small drive around Campbelltown once we picked Jett up we made our way to Keith’s house. Sitting there a couple of minutes before 11:00 p.m. Ralf wanted to get there early because he knew Keith would be driving ten times over the speed limit (exaggeration) to beat Ralf to his own door. Anyway, Keith made it in record time back home and as he did he asked Ralf to drive to Tatton’s house where he would meet up with us.

Keith’s argument was that Tatton didn’t want to come out because he thought we were heading to ‘Waves’ but someone got it all wrong. Besides, Tatton hasn’t been there in his life maybe except for once but still why would he hate something he hasn’t seen. Seems to me that Shawn was whispering sweet little nothings in his ear like he usually does, he is a bad influence, or so everyone says.

A Broken Keyboard Complaint

Just thought I would take this paragraph and this space of time to inform the viewing public that the letter V still hasn’t been fixed and is still extremely hard to get up on screen. I’ve worked around this broken letter that rarely types when you press upon it, no matter how hard you press. The key is to use the thumb on the bottom and on the side of the letter and while pressing down assert some pressure upwards.

That always does the trick but this letter always seems to slow me down on some days. The letter N is still a little touchy but along with the other problem, they have both slowly started to diminish but never completely go. Time calls me to buy a new keyboard, a working keyboard but money is tight, especially for lavish spending.