Pay Sums, Waistlines and Stale Bread (Part 3)

Calls to Jett and Keith

Tonight I called Jett after having something to eat and also Keith. The events of tonight were to head to the Catholic Club with Keith and the rest of them but because I don’t want to wear the same black attire I decided against it. Jett was with Min-Su but he told me that he would come over tomorrow so that we could probably play the Playstation.

What I also want to do some time this weekend is head up to Shawn’s house so I can get some printouts of my poetry done, the remaining months left encumbered without their being printed. Apart from those two phone calls and my typing on this diary there hasn’t been much else happening today. Maybe except for mum handing me $50 to support me for another week at work in which I will pay both my parents back when payday arrives.

Working Out the Tax

Judging from my old pay-slips and the total amount I will be getting a year, I have worked out that for these fourteen working days, when I finally get paid on Thursday I will receive just under $900, maybe around $870. This of course is depending on if they tax me for each consecutive week or all at once, I hope it’s the former.

Anyway, I have also calculated that with all the money I’ve been receiving from Centrelink over the last tax year and being it that I have one more month before I can claim tax this year, I will be able to get it all back. Centrelink payment including the deduction for six months of my payments would come around $4200. The tax free threshold to my knowledge stands at $5400 and seeming I will make a total of around $1800, well okay, I’ll be over the threshold.

However, because I will only be minutely over I will still retrieve most of my tax but if somehow I can increase my threshold to over $6000 I will be in the clear. I would probably receive $350 on tax for this year and if the threshold held I would get it all back. Just imagine the tax I could get back on a full year at work, more than a grand.

Measuring My Waist

The time now is 10:30 p.m. and normally I would be signing off now and getting myself some sleep for work. However, I have conquered one week easily and for that I deserve the accreditation of writing in this diary. As I conquer yet another paragraph allow me to let loose on some thoughts that plague the pointers of these pages. Measuring my waist again today just after getting home and before eating I was amazed at its decrease in size and still healthy appearance.

There is only a slight fatness in my belly department now and just letting it loose when measuring it would measure 33.6 inches. However, now I am back to 32 Inches when I flex my Abdominal area and I was extremely surprised to see me down to 29.5 Inches when sucking in my stomach. I don’t even think I was that skinny when I first started measuring three years ago but take into account that I was sucking in.

You should have seen how skinny my stomach became. It reminded me of those old days when I used to be able to suck in my stomach, see my ribs sticking out in which I would be able to have my hands touch around the front part of my waist. This time around you couldn’t see my ribs as vividly and you probably couldn’t touch fingers so easily but I was skinny, skinny enough not to fit in the large nightclub pants I bought from Hound Dog with Lyssa for Christmas, my very first tight pants for a club.

Now they are loose on me and so is the shirt I bought with that outfit. On top of that, the blue Industrial Pants from Hound Dog are starting to sag just a touch due to my getting skinnier but that could also be on account of the material stretching and being accustomed to washing.

Stale Bread Ideas

More information, tonight Lyssa is supposed to be heading to Byblos in the City. The tickets to the premiere opening for Retro probably wasn’t attended by Lyssa and I would have loved to have those tickets but I knew Lyssa would never be able to get them for me, no matter how kindly asked. Now for some stale bread where we will eat into an older loaf with each progressive though. First, I came up with a notion to make men last longer in the sack with one simple theory. The theory stems off the fact that men have to reach a certain body temperature before they can rightly ejaculate.

My idea to bypass this increasing of immediate temperature to the groin area is to frost the testicles. Yes, it sounds painful and unthinkable but if somehow you were able to cool down the immediate area of the groin with special little ice bags then you would create a numbing (Maybe uncomfortable) sensation which will in turn prevent you from heating up that area too rapidly. Take heed, this is only a scientific philosophical concept so don’t take it too seriously and if you do, give me most of the successful profits.

Second, a smaller and now less meaningful thought. Before I started working I had the thought in my head that if I had to choose between work and my diary I would most probably choose work. This still holds true as I would always pick these pages to be up to date over any other importance in my life as these pages are the makeup of my life.

Skinny Girls Then and Now

The third little thought I had written down is now at least three weeks to a month old. However, I finally bring it out to proper wording and do remember that I thought this notion up when talking around the same topic of how I was confident when 18 years old, picking up chicks and what not. Nevertheless, I think that back in the day, girls around 17 or 17 years of age were naturally skinny.

This of course was due to their age and not having grown mature meat on them as yet. However, over time and with their maturing into adults they did gain mature weight and in that I mean they started to look more like 19 year olds. Back in those days I wouldn’t look twice at a girl around 19 with those features because it was too much difference to take in but a girl around my age at that time was gorgeous to my eyes.

Still, to this day I think school girls in their last year have the best bodies overall in the beauty department and somewhere between maturity and developing they gain mature meat. I’m not sure how exactly to explain this but looking at Lyssa when she was turning eighteen and looking at her now, there is quite a difference in her body. Not too great an achievement to difference but she has gone from skinny and boned to a more fuller figure whilst still maintaining her skinny sensation.

Now she is skinny but more of an attractive skinny that only my eyes with this age would see. It’s hard to explain how I favor the intellectuality of women my age or a year older as opposed to the pure age of 17-year-olds. I like inexperienced girls with healthy and skinny looks who are young but now I prefer girls my own age. Now, for a girl to be in that 17-year-old shape she has to head to the Gym where back in those days she wouldn’t have to lift a finger.

Therefore, the skinny 19-year-olds (With the exception of Lyssa) are usually that weight and build because they are working out or taking good care of their bodies which is what attracts me to them, care of themselves. No more prepubescent girls for me, bring on the nightclub bunnies and the older women by a couple of years who have that desirable look about them.

A Movie Idea Gone Dark

My last thought of the day comes to me from visions before going to sleep last night. I envisioned a controversial beginning or middle to a movie sequence that in its operation could create a contempt for such viewing. The sequence begins in my mind with the introduction of an American Extremist who wants to create world attention with one single action. This thought came to me because I thought to myself “How easy would it be for someone to walk into our office and start shooting people”.

With this thought I had the movie play in my mind where the extremist led five men dressed in commando outfits and harboring Uzi’s in their hands, most lethal weapons. The scene as they are marching up fire stairs in sequence towards a higher portion of a building is silent, save for the slight echoing and reverb on the shoes tramping up the stairway.

Reaching a desired height at least ten stories above ground level they break open windows in synchronized fashion and with only mournful music playing as bullets eject from the gun and land on the floor beside each shooter, they cause carnage on the population below. Shooting at an intense amount of a crowd in the center of the City they kill all that moves to repress a nation to their first demands.

This is a sad and almost prothane sight but deception is given until the last moment in the screenplay as the soldiers walk up the stairs to reek carnage. The feel is given off that they are soldiers on a mission with mission music and when the music starts to get worrying and despondent nearing the anticlimax you finally realize the true events. It leaves you screaming “No, please don’t do what I think you’re going to do” and stunned when it finally happens and hundreds of civilians are killed for the sake of a madman extremist.

There you have it, the end of wording for this diary, at least for tonight. My eyes are getting tired as the time is 11:04 p.m. and I am happy that I didn’t go out tonight. However, tomorrow I hope that I will get to go out but Jett is probably coming over so it won’t be too great a loss. Sunday will be reserved for my visit to Shawn’s house and from there it will be an early sleep for work on Monday, work, such a new word. Let these next two years be a complete contrast of the lost years and let them be known as something on the terms of the years of perseverance.