Fortune or Misfortune This Month
This month has many questions to the truth of misfortune and what distortion yields to such ascendancy. What is fortunate and what is misfortune and how can the truth yield the proper answer to philosophy when it comes to this month. There are many events which could be viewed in one light and then in another but the answer can only be found in the future of my fate.
For example, should my nocturnal behavior be considered unfortunate or fortunate to what the future events of my life hold. Indeed these nights to myself and to my thoughts can build stepping stones to poetry and the data compilation that these late nights yield to may indeed help me in the future. However, these late nights could be leading to lost opportunities for work and for a future I might yearn for but never find.
These lonely days at home could give me a future of literature but the adventures missed (If I was ever to embark upon them in the first place) would be great misfortune. Those lost parallels could have been my meetings of my new girlfriend. However, my going out on Saturday night to a nightclub yielded different results and those hours I could have better spent at home upon my computer. You see, no one can understand the fortune and misfortune of an action as the future is never eminent and all you have upon a question is surmise.
Plans for Next Month
While this month has but a few more days until relinquishment I have begun to plan my adventures and hopeful fortunes that fate could yield. My hopes are to look into and enroll into an English course. Hopefully this course will discuss Shakespearean literature and it will teach me the right principles in English as well as how to write effective sentences and use adverbs with adjectives to color up phrases.
The push to head back into bodybuilding will advance me next month and paying off my Credit Card for $50 a fortnight will also be on the cards. This month has had mixed fortune and distorted misfortune but next month will hopefully be clearer. Transparent as the happenings of the days in this month were, you have to look at the events that didn’t happen but could have happened in a parallel view that makes this month unfortunate.
This month did not see me go out very much but next month that premise will be changed. All in all, next month will be positive vibes throughout and an energetic time. Maybe there might even be chance of work because the more money I achieve the more I can look forward to a laptop, paying off my Credit Card or purchasing some clothes.
With my mind capability slowly ascending, I believe that poetry will blossom with a prominent gilding next month. It was misfortunate that my squandered job opportunity that constituted the distortion into nocturnal sleeping habits hindered my chance of a blossoming poetry as prominent poetry would have been a great plus, and the only plus this month.
Some Cheerful Late Breaking News
However, completely off that subject and onto something that cheers me up, some late breaking news. Britney Spears, the girl who brought out ‘Babe one more time’ has just had breast implants. Let me tell you, any girlfriend of mine who decides to get breast implants at the petite age of 17 is a winner in my books.
This I gather is for her image and let me tell you, having heard this news makes me continually smile with a lustful grin. The thought of going out with a girl who has breast implants is very appealing. I like the way they just sit there in their little round grooves, I wouldn’t mind owning a couple and handling them on a daily occasion. Let me tell you, I wouldn’t get bored with them at all…
Ringing Keith and Shawn
Processing of chronology calls forth for this chapter to now begin. The events begin early on Saturday morning, around the time I started watching Video Hits and just after completing my latest diary entry. The thought of being bored at such an early time in the morning was brooding in my mind.
Data compilation on the computer was beginning to get strenuously boring and wanting to get out of the house or at least talk to someone I gave Keith a call. Answering his phone within a couple of rings I asked him if he was headed to Campbelltown for the day but he was on his way to a wedding. That ended my notion of heading out for the day but thinking that Shawn might still be allowed to drive his mum’s car I thought to give him a call. The time must have been 11:30 a.m. when I called Shawn, he wasn’t awake.
Despite that his parents decided to wake him up and then jumping on the phone I began my spirited and high conversation. Sharing with Shawn my idea that I haven’t been out in the day for such a long time I asked if he shared the same feel of my wanting to head out for the day. Having no objections, he asked what we should do and I offered two suggestions. “We could watch the Stars Wars Trilogy that you have at your house or if you’re mum will let you borrow the car we could go out for a drive” I suggested.
Conferring that his mum wouldn’t allow him to drive the car that made things more difficult for us. “Give Tatton a call and see if he wants to come out” I implied but Shawn responded that Tatton has been a dog and a loner for the past couple of weeks. It seems that he likes hanging out with his TAFE buddies these days and dogs the rest of our group. Concluding with “Give Tatton a call and tell me what he says later” our conversation ended.
A Long Phone Call With Ralf
Within half an hour of our last conversation Shawn returned a call informing me that Tatton wasn’t home. However, he decided on giving Ralf a call in which he suggested that they head to Parramatta. The only fallback was that Ralf was unresolved so Shawn suggested that I give him a call.
Feeling the lethargy taking me over I wasn’t too sure if I wanted to head out but somewhat in need of conversation, I decided upon giving Ralf a call. The assumption that our conversation would take at least half an hour was right. Once I got to talking with Ralf he knew that I was going to call so that I could persuade him to go out but I wasn’t demanding but rather, suggestive.
From the beginning Ralf didn’t sound like he wanted to go out mostly because Shawn made him weary that the trip to Parramatta was chiefly for his personal bid to buy a CD. Despite the knowledge that we weren’t heading out anywhere for the day I kept talking to Ralf as he done his usual, kept talking. At one stage my ear started to water because I had held it there for so long while Ralf’s louder-than-most voice perturbed the airwaves.
There was a lighter portion of our conversation when we started talking about literature drawing parallels with the insipid mind. For example, I would note “You’re a delinquent to literature” and Ralf would reply “You’re a beginning and an ending of a paragraph” denoting to the fact that there is nothing in the middle of my head. Another comment from me was to answer “You’re a parenthetical abbreviation,” meaning there is barely any substance in what he says.
Plans for the Night
Following half an hour articulating nothingness we began a conversation about what was happening for the night. The way I had seen it, I wanted something to happen for my night so that I could possess some sort of remembrance for this month. Ralf ran the option of heading out to a nightclub for the night and I recognized his idea as long as it involved more than just the both of us.
For a while now I’ve wanted to just head out for a drive to the City like we used to do in the old days but that never happens these days. Keith has the ability and the means but he’s too restrictive on his fuel consumption and that’s the reason we only head to destinations, not just joy rides.
Hopefully next month will see the rebirth of our trips to the City or at least one trip out of Campbelltown where we don’t visit a nightclub. The plan had come to life of our heading out for a nightclub and being consumed with fatigue I decided to get some sleep, the time was 1:30 p.m.
Phoenix Is Sleeping In
Somewhere in my Saturday morning where I wanted to chat with people I remember two other calls not yet noted here. The first was when my need to speak to someone sprung up and thinking that Phoenix would be a great target I decided to give her house a call. Her brother answered the phone and saying that he was just going to get her the mother was put on the phone.
Asking who I was she too went to look for her and a little while later she came back to the phone only to inform me that Phoenix was sleeping. I gather that Phoenix might have been sleeping but her new boyfriend and fiancé was also in bed with her.
Lyssa Wants a Phone Call
Not too sure when the chronology of this second doubtful call happened, I received a call from Lyssa. Having gone through my entries, I figured out that it was upon my waking on early Saturday morning that Lyssa gave me her call. However, I forgot to add how our conversation ended so forth to these words I shall admit.
Before hanging up the phone Lyssa added, “You only seem to call me when you need something” and without any words to her presumption she furthered “Why don’t you give me a call when you want to talk to me”. Upon her next sentence Lyssa enlightened herself by saying, “That’s not going to happen any time soon is it” and I had a feeling that Lyssa was trying to put a test on me.
Lyssa I feel is now holding herself back from calling to see when I will decide to call her. This will obviously happen on Tuesday when I decided to pay Lyssa back the money I owe her.
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.
