Memoir Worries And Driver With Jett (Part 3)

Too Tired To Go Out Again

Saturday 8:47 p.m.

Babe, we have the rest of the night to conclude such a murderous appetite for action and yet, I believe that a tiring eye will get the better of me before completion of chronology. Before I even begin again with the large dissection of Saturday night that will just let everything fall in place as they are diminutive in comparison, I shall conclude my day’s worth now. To just place it simply, there wasn’t much action belonging to my day apart from Jett coming over for a little while, my playing the Playstation and then plans to head out to QSB tonight brought on by Tyler.

Let me just say before detail insists me, I decided not to go out tonight mainly because I couldn’t be bothered heading to another nightclub, my legs are tired from last night. However, some part in my staying home did play because of my obligation to these memoirs. This might be sounding like a cliché now but these pages really are starting to take over my life. Before I had control over it because I had so much time on my hands to write philosophically as well as chronology.

Now that I’ve started work the opposite of what I thought would happen has happened, I’m writing more literature than before. This month will definitely see me either add a new record to the thickness of a month’s scriptures or very well come to an apex. I feel that my will to buy a laptop computer is much more a premature need now that conditional chronology has stepped up. The need for a laptop hasn’t come soon enough and these months in anticipation can either kill me or condone me. Either way I lose out on depiction or thorough enthusiasm.

The Circle Of Water

Speaking of these pages amongst my memoirs, listening to a range of music tonight that made me think upon my last two girlfriends from the lost years, the situation of another girlfriend and the effect it would create on these memoirs is a concern. Imagine that my life is like a circle of water. Where I was going out with Jewell, there was a portion of water, naïve in strength and size dedicated both to her and my memoirs however, thought controlled the encirclement.

Whence I started going out with Lyssa, the circle increased and so to did my awareness and the stress of such memoirs. Even though I wasn’t working at the time, there would come days when I would have to sit at home for an hour or two before seeing Lyssa for the sake of fulfillment in the completion of past events. These days, with the huge increase and demand in my thoughts upon these pages, I see troubling times for the next lady that comes to grip this mind as well as this heart.

Having an intense think upon the situation, I figure that it would be hard to keep a proper and steady relationship. Each time we would talk to each other on the phone after work I would have to take all that information and place it upon these pages and believe me, with new love, I won’t be able to keep up. In addition, each time a lady would stay over my house she would take away my ability to write in my diary as I would need to be alone.

Therefore, I would be more wary of having her stay over less and with this, our relationship would suffer. There is no turning back the clock and the amount of pages I now churn out as once you are past a point, you stay there. Even if I wanted to type four to five pages a night, I wouldn’t be able to do it. There is just so much I don’t want to miss out on regarding my day, conversations and events that could shape my future which otherwise would have been left out.

Yes, my relationship would suffer on account of my obligations and yes, these memoirs are stopping me from doing some things but in return, are recording the best times of my life. These pages, I see them as a job, a living, a historical biography and I do believe that I have the charisma to make it all work. That is the only reason apart from institutionalized sanity (That these pages create) that I write in these memoirs, the thought of one day showing the world…

Jett Brings The Playstation

Grabbing myself a chunk of Sunday now and skipping the latter portion of Saturday, let us quickly digest the events. This morning after getting to sleep at 4:30 a.m. I woke myself up at 10:30 a.m. As you would have seen, I started writing in my memoirs thenceforth until the later stages of the morning when I received a call by Jett. Basically, Jett wanted to know if we were still on for our Playstation day and despite my writing obligatory history I decided to discontinue my work for the sake of something to remember on Saturday.

Minutes later Jett did show up on his mountain bike and as he hustled into my room he unpacked the Playstation and sat himself on my waterbed. “I can’t stay for too long” he told me, “But I will leave you the Playstation so that you can play it while I’m gone”. Upon asking where Jett was headed he advised me that him and his brother were riding their mountain bikes up to Liverpool and back so Jett could buy a bladder backpack holding two liters of water.

Jett is really intense with bike riding and this bag full of water is a smart option for his long and thirsty travels along the countryside. Starting up on ‘Driver’ before Jett had to leave he done the first portion and then showed me how to play the game. Fifteen minutes later Martin showed up on his mountain bike and stepping into my room for a minute, Jett finished off the commencement of the game and then left it to me.

Martin left his red helmet at my house as I saw them both off to the door and then thought of what I should do. On one hand I could sit back and chill for a couple of hours as I played ‘Driver’ but on the other hand, I had the obligation of my memoirs.

Driver Takes Over

It was in my best interests and curiosity to begin playing ‘Driver’ which turned out to be a great game. Not only is it great game play but you have the option of setting up your own camera shots and angles for replays. Basically you’re a paid driver for criminals and drug dealers who need to ram raid a shop, pick up people from a hold up and villainous things as such. The game was great and because it was so appealing it was the only game I played for the whole day.

Jett ended up coming back over my house around 4:30 p.m. with me still intrigued in the game but having wanted to get off it an hour before for the obligations I had. Nevertheless, as Jett headed into my room he told me of how he locked both bikes together accidentally when at Liverpool and they couldn’t get them to separate. Finally, the lock came undone by itself or something on the lines of that.

Jett could stay at my house for an hour or more before he had to leave at 6:00 p.m. to meet Min-Su. In this time we played a couple of missions from Driver and then switched it to the ‘Survival’ portion of the game. In ‘Survival’ you have four supercharged cop cars chasing heinously after you. These cops don’t care about anyone else on the road and basically try to ram you as hard as possible in order to damage your car beyond repair as quick as possible.

Survival Mode Chaos

We had heaps of fun on this portion of the game as I had four cop cars flip onto their roofs to which I had to weave past them all to get away from the rest of them. Jett ended up landing on his side in the game and as it was the big down hills of Los Angeles you see in the movies with the trams, cop cars were flying right over Jett’s car.

At one stage, Jett’s car landed on its side and after a couple of hits and the car sliding a kilometer down the path he was hit back onto his wheels. Then from that, again, the cops who were flying all over the place hit him right into the sky for more than fifteen seconds only to land in a paddock further down. You don’t understand how hard Jett and I were laughing because we thought we bugged the game for how long the car kept itself in the air.

Prank Calling Min-Su

After our hilarious time on the computer Jett had me ring Min-Su asking if Jett was there. Deciding to play along with his joke I added my own taste into the conversation as I asked “Hello is Jett there”. When she told me she didn’t know and to try his mobile I replied “I did ring his mobile and it diverted me to your phone”. “Oh really” she stammered, confused as to why he would have done that and insistently I stuck to my story as she was unaware of our prank.

Confusing her all the more, I told her that Anders had to speak to her for a second and as I handed the phone to a grinning Jett he covered the phone with his sleeve and started talking like Anders. Soon enough he revealed his little joke and Min-Su it turns, fell for the whole thing. As Jett informed her that he was heading over I saw him to my front door, packed his Playstation and thanked him for a good time.