Waiting for Ralf and His Scenic Route (Part 1) – Mad Chaos: March 8, 1999

Bad News About Penelope

Here I shall be once again for the longer haul of three day’s worth of text. My weekend was favorable but less favorable for a particular person that keeps the ember’s of last month’s ecliptic phase happening. If you take this Diary back a couple of days you will remember me mentioning something about one of Lyssa’s friends having to have a camera up their ass.

This shapely conversation began when Lyssa and I were at my house looking in ‘FHM’ and noticing a lady getting a pap-smear. Sunday afternoon I did receive information from Lyssa and I found out who that person had been and now I feel so stupid for not having common sense and for not clicking that it would have been something of a virulent nature. The person that needed the special pap smear was Penelope as she had to take a day off work because she was feeling so sick.

Her symptoms (That branch back to when I was going out with Lyssa in the early days) were hair loss, anorexia, severe stomach pains, nausea and one she forgot to mention to the doctor until recently, bleeding from her rectum. The doctors thought there was a strong possibility that it was a tumor inside of Penelope’s stomach or internals. Lyssa also mentioned that there was a possibility that the tumor was close to her ovaries meaning that when they take it out she will never be able to have kids again. Of course, this tumor inside of her would be a cancer but they still have to do some tests on her to see what it really is.

Remembering Jewell and the Cyst

Everyone at work and most of her friends know now so I gather that Ali would know, what would this do to her and them as a one. This fear I lived back in the day when I was going out with Jewell and as soon as I was going out with her doctors found a cyst near her liver. Not understanding what a cyst was I was told not to worry but I did and I had reason to.

Jewell was living with restrictions and fear of death and I was worried upon starting to go out with her. Slowly that anxiety disappeared but I think it’s only beginning for Penelope. What Ali would be going through if it did turn out to be cancer, I would have a little bit of recollection and sympathy for as I had been through the anxiety at one stage. Never have I really been a big fan of Penelope but human life is so subject to frailty and a life less lived is a life’s lost gift.

Nearly Three Years of This Diary

There is one more calendar day until my three-year anniversary for the birth of this Diary. Tomorrow will just be another day in the works of my life but once again, I will note how my commitment and drive has kept this Diary going every single day for the past three years. There has not been a day missed in the last three years that this Diary has not cared to taken upon and I am content with the amount of effort that has been placed within this Diary.

Month upon month the story-line broadens, my literature becomes more refined, more abundant and I always find something new to bring to the lights of this Diary. My life has been a fairly level one with many highs and many lows but with time’s aging my knowledge I have become a more knowledgeable person in my Diary. Therefor, one page three years ago would equal two the next year, four the next and eight pages in this years fascinating story. Only more can come out of this Diary as I become increasingly creative and abundantly intelligible in my Quest for mind’s domination in philosophy.

Planning Friday Night With Ralf

Let me now to chronology and begin with my four pages of notes about the weekend just past. Beginning with after my entry, I turned off my computer and decided to give Ralf a ring to see what the plans were for the night. The time was around 5:30 p.m. when I did talk to Ralf, maybe it was a bit later but regardless, he was at the library.

Discussing the plans of the night we arranged for Ralf to come to my house at 7:00 p.m. and as he had told me in our conversation in his car a couple of days ago, he would try and be on time now instead of taking the scenic route. Jumping off the phone with Ralf I had a fair amount of time to get ready and I can’t recall what I had done but I know I didn’t give Lyssa a call, we didn’t speak for the whole night.

Friday was the second night that Lyssa and I hadn’t talked to each other for a fair while now, I didn’t ring her, she didn’t ring me. Putting one and one together, I gather Lyssa didn’t call me because I wasn’t paying attention to her at my house and she took this to heart and planned not to call unless I called first. Well, I called her on Sunday but that’s getting ahead of ourselves.

Shawn Rings About Keith’s Birthday

When the time arrived to 6:00 p.m. and not too long after Ralf and I talked I received a call from Shawn. The worth of his call was to see if I wanted to head out to the catholic club for the night as Keith wanted to celebrate his birthday down there. Advising Shawn that I had to head to the Gym in a couple of minutes I wasn’t certain about the night but I would give him a call back when I got home, an hour or so later.

This once again gave me enough time to get out of the house with Ralf so I could avoid calls if I had to. Going out with Ralf is turning out to be too secretive. Because he doesn’t like conforming to other people he calls friends he would rather sneak around and because he didn’t want anyone to know about our night at Meridian I felt obligated to lie about our night. This will be the last time that I got out with only Ralf to a nightclub.

Like I will mention later, I didn’t have fun but when we did dance I didn’t feel like dancing and I didn’t want to be around Ralf who was doing some 80’s break dancing bullshit. Basically, Ralf was in hyper-drive while everyone was in first gear and this was because traces of hip hop were playing. To think that Ralf is in reverse in normal life while we’re all in second gear and when it’s time to dance he’s hyper speed. Demented and a few loose marbles in the old knocker would be two things I would say to explain his mind’s loitering of reality, there are many others, much, much more…

Waiting on the Front Step

After my phone call with Shawn I gave Ralf a call back to tell him the information I had received. Gathering that Keith or Shawn would also try to call Ralf he told me he would finish soon at the library and be at my house around 6:30 p.m. or just after so we could disappear.

Ralf didn’t want to head to Keith’s birthday if he didn’t have to so he turned his phone off to avoid any calls. The numbskull took more than what he had promised when it came to driving to my house. Once again I was left listening to my music repeatedly as I waited for his arrival at the front of my house. When he did finally arrive to put me out of my humid boredom I laughed at his excuse for tardiness.

Ralf Argues With Keith

Ralf arrived at my house at 8:00 p.m. but before you also have a laugh let me explain something. Ralf had received a call from Keith at 7:30 p.m. asking him to the Catholic Club for his birthday and ringing me seconds after his call he explained that he didn’t want to look like a dog. Therefor, Ralf and I were going to head to the Catholic Club for a so called half an hour and then leave for the Meridian where Ralf told me entry was free before 9:00 p.m. Nevertheless, when Ralf came to my house and I jumped in his car he informed me that he had an argument with Keith over the phone.

Basically, Keith wanted Ralf to drive his car for the night and as Ralf said no, that was the first problem. Then, Ralf mentioned that he couldn’t stay long because he made plans with me and as soon as he mentioned my name Keith started going off.

“Look, I don’t care what you do, you’re going to do whatever you want so go do it” Keith yelled and Ralf answered with “Okay I will” just before Keith hung up the phone. Now Ralf and I were headed straight to Meridian and my worrying that we would never make it for the free entry had been quashed but I still had my doubts, you know, with Ralf’s Sunday driving and all. The reason why Ralf was late, well, apart from bitching on the phone and taking forever to get ready he was at the library for an hour after our phone call.