Getting Ready For Chevy’s
The stage is set for a great night, the music in my room is pumping new tunes from the radio, my clothes are geared upon my body and the beat is implanted within my feet. Tonight is set to rock after a halfhearted attempt last weekend to make the best of it and as I haven’t cared to explain that night in full yet, I must do so before the closing here or tomorrow night.
Like noted, the stage is set tonight for a randy night indeed, all I have to do now is hope that Nero and Tyler want to head out too, to Chevy’s that is. Tonight has been well awaited and well planned. From what I understand, Jett is coming over tonight to watch the Football game of Brisbane against Canterbury, a do or die situation. Further to that portion of my night which will undoubtedly last until 11:00 p.m., I’ll probably think to invite Imad, Shawn, Tyler, Nero and whoever else wants to join the party in my house.
Further to my night, with my already being dressed up in my best and having bought a new shirt from Hound Dog today (Which is black and has red and gray running across the top and middle buttons as a stripe), I’m set to rock Chevy’s to the ground. So pumped up did I get upon coming home that when I turned the CD Player on I was throwing myself everywhere, taking out my hair, in between taking off my clothes and doing a little strip like Tom Cruise.
With this beat throwing around my feet and arms like crazy, I learned a couple of new moves in front of my mirror tonight that I will certainly be taking to the clubs. Now with my new buttoned shirt, white reflecting pants, my Sketchers shoes and the bottom button undone showing my shiny Politix belt, I’m ready to head out and unleash myself as I always do, in a big fashion.
Waiting For Jett
Oh the woe, if only I had more time and less association but alas, association is what makes these pages tick with interest. Jett just gave me the first call of my suspecting night, informing me that he was carting his way over my house in ten minutes and as the night is only early, I can but to wait for his entry. What is one hour of impatience on these memoirs when I can have a whole day of leisure on Saturday.
Again, I try and break down the lax of my plans this weekend, hoping to get a break on all this chronology but knowing that there will be no such gem of fortune. All I hope is that after this weekend I won’t be more than a week behind schedule and that Sunday will be a well deserved one upon these pages. However, I say that all the time and all the time something happens to prevent or prolong with abstinence upon these memoirs.
Well, to the call of the wild, I shall be off and with it, I shall have something to eat and give some people a call. Already having had my Creatine for the third day in a row since I’ve bought it, I’m looking forward to my workout for Sunday where I will definitely be as pumped as Wednesday’s workout.
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.
