The Fucking Party Day.

You could say that right now, I am keening up for what will probably be the best day ever. It is nine minutes into Brett and Andrew’s Fucking Party day and to say that it’s going off would be like, well it’s not that it’s not going off, but so far it’s just Brett, Andrew and me, but Andrew is asleep so I guess so far it’s really just Brett’s Fucking Party Day. It’s now twelve minutes in and I thought that the first guest just walked in but it was just Brett again, coming in with all this bread and stuff. Seriously though, today is gearing towards being the best day ever, ever, ever. I had to use three evers to show how fucking amazing today will be, I mean… okay, so Brett and Andrew’s Fucking Party Day until like eight tonight, and then Alena’s party from eight thirty to like, three.

My plan for yesterday was to go to sleep at like midnight, get in a bloody good like, nine hour sleep and then wake up to come to party day early, help set up and all that and then party all day and all night, like that song my the Black Eyed Peas that slightly encourages partying all the time… you know, the shit one. Anyway, that plan, as I assumed, just didn’t happen. We came to Brett’s after indoor and sat around, doing the usual nothing, but we just didn’t go to sleep. Everyone ended up leaving Brett’s at like four in the morning, I mean people were leaving slowly one by one, sometimes in twos, but like at four was the time when everyone was gone. I really just assumed that I would sleep at home but I ended up sleeping at Brett’s again, third night in a row, and yeah… we just didn’t get enough sleep.

I know I have partied on no sleep before but I think having a little bit of sleep is worse, because if you had none you are just like ‘oh I didn’t sleep, fuck it’ but when you have a bit, it’s just such a tease. Andrew just got up so yeah, Brett and Andrew’s Fucking Party Day is looking that little bit more promising now, but we are forty six minutes in and still, it’s just us. Maybe that’s just what happens when you start the Facebook Event at ten thirty in the morning. I remember my party… well not really, like I actually don’t remember it at all, but I remember knowing of people coming like, a half hour after the starting time was. That did start at like eight thirty at night though, not like, ten thirty in the morning…

Well, my favourite part about setting up a party just happened, just tested the speakers… fucking, so happy. Bloody Jason Derulo, Watcha Say comes on, first song in the mix, and it just, we had it on like a fifth of how loud it can go and it was just great. I am going to have to keep this one short, because I don’t think my helping for like one and a bit seconds and then running back in to write some blog is really being appreciated by everyone… everyone still being just Brett and Andrew, but yeah, I’ll leave it here and let’s just see how this party day goes.

One more thing, I have mentioned comments on this blog before and really all I get are anonymous people abusing me, but like I know who it is so I don’t even know why they still do it, and then the occasional person commenting on the actual topic. I check the comments on this pretty much everyday, and I was kind of, I don’t know if shocked should be the word but like, it was just fucked up. It was on yesterdays Adventureland blog and yeah, just look at the comment and you know, comment back to whoever the fuck that was or you know, see what you think.

The Adventureland.

You know how every movie that you would have seen before has that guy who likes that girl but she is with this guy but her and this guy don’t really work and then she falls for that guy that likes her and then that’s the end? Adventureland is really nothing like that at all, and I think that’s why I enjoyed it so much. Thinking about the movie in a nutshell though, it really is the same as that stereotype of romantic comedies, but it is one that does it in a way that you don’t think it is happening. Everyone that I talked to about Adventureland said that it was good but slow, except for Lauren who said that it was slow, boring and not even worth watching.

Now I don’t know if I am just a patient movie watcher or if I like slow movies or whatever, but I think that every time someone tells me that a movie is slow and that I shouldn’t bother watching it, I always end up really enjoying it. Adventureland is one of those perfect balance movies, the balance being funny and serious. You get those movies like Superbad; who is by the same guy just so you know, but you get movies like that where it’s just funny, like there is pretty much no seriousness to it, and it is just joke after joke after joke. Then you get those movies like Gladiator where it is really serious and there isn’t a single joke in it. Why I brought up Gladiator I don’t know, it was just a really serious movie that I can’t remember being funny like, in any way, but what I am trying to say is that Adventureland is a really serious funny ass movie… like Juno.

Now I have never, ever seen Juno, so bringing that up might be even more of a regret than bringing up Gladiator, but from what I have seen in trailers and heard from people, Gladiator, no I mean Juno, is a really serious comedy, and that is the same vibe that I got from Adventureland. There were the scenes that had me cacking myself laughing, like, you know, nearly dying and stuff, but then there were just those moments where you, ah, you just feel like you just want to help the fucking awkward guy who is like Michael Cera but he isn’t, it’s the guy from Zombieland. That’s the other thing about this movie, it is just full of people from big movies but I just don’t remember their names for some reason. You have that teenager guy from Zombieland, that main chick from Twilight, the other cop from Superbad, the one that isn’t Seth Rogen, you have that guy from Two Guys, a Girl and a Pizza Place; which I am surprised that I even remember that it existed, and then you have that girl from Saturday Night Live who was in that one episode of Flight of the Conchords.

In a world of easy to predict romantic comedies like, well, all of them, Adventureland really stands out as being less predictable. I mean it is kind of predictable, but there was just something about it that left my opinion on what is going to happen open. Normally I can pick who will end up with whom within the first five minutes, or even by looking at the front cover, but Adventureland is a really different one, and that is why I just enjoyed watching it so much… oh and the movie is set in nineteen eighty seven, so the soundtrack is bloody great. The only thing that wasn’t good about this movie is that it ended at five, nearly six in the morning, so it fucked up my sleeping pattern even more… something tells me I am actually going to just, have to work night shift because there is no not being nocturnal for me.

The track. (2)

As happy as I am to say that I have already crossed something off of my to do list, I am kind of sad that it wasn’t one of the good ones, and if you know me you can probably just assume which one I have already done. I was just playing some DJ Hero the other night, playing that great Dizzee Rascal remix that I just love like, too much, and then I realised that I got a score that was like, eighty thousand points better than my other score. I thought to myself that maybe, just maybe I was in the top hundred in the world or something. I quit out of the thingy and went into the leader boards to find that I was ranked fifty eighth in the world at that one song; so happy!

When I showed some other people the list, mainly when I showed Tom, wait it was only when I showed Tom, but he just said to me that I could do the entire list in like a week; well besides get my P’s. I thought that maybe I should add some things to my list, things that will like, take the whole year to do or at least things kind of like that? You probably have no idea what I mean, like one of the things I thought of was, because my room is always messy and I hate it being a mess but I am too lazy to clean it, but I was thinking that I could put something on it like, ‘clean my room and maintain it being clean for’ like, ‘the whole year’ or something. It’s just the little things like that that I would like to do, not like that ridiculous list that I made earlier in the year, as in last year.

It was like mid last year I think where I made this list of twenty five things I need to do by the time I am twenty five. It was just stupid, like actually fucking retarded. I did some of the things on it, but there were things on it that just, will never happen. I am trying to remember the shit that was on it, like there were things on it like, ‘run through Rundle Mall naked’ and all this shit, I mean I could do that, but I just won’t. I ended up doing some of the stuff on it, like there was ‘eat a double pounder’ which if you don’t know, is just festy as, like it’s four double quarter pounders from McDonalds stacked on one another and yeah. It ended up costing me like twenty four dollars or something and it was just a highly regretful act of mine. I mean if I had twenty four dollars right now, I would go and buy like, a bloody half case of beer or something, not a big ass burger...

This list will most likely grow, like it is right now, but yeah, I intend on no matter how many things are on it, like actually finishing it. Today I haven’t done anything to come closer to my goal of finishing it but yeah, what did I do today? Like, I got up and then I went to Tallulah’s, and then Brett got there and we went to the thingy... the physio with her grandma and then we got back here and now she is drawing a picture for me to put on my wall and yeah, not closer to my goals at all but hey, I have a whole year to watch some movies and get my P’s... surely this will happen. Oh I know a good one for the list, score a goal in indoor soccer... I mean that was on the old list and I did it, but I haven’t done it this year, so yeah... might not even happen but hopefully it does or you know, I did not finish my two thousand and ten to do list.

Look at me, already doubting myself... nah this list will just have to work its way around my year of good times, I mean there is no way I am not having a great year because of this list getting in the way, I want to get my life on track but there is no way I am taking my life of the good times track, I just need to find a way to get like, one of the wheel on the good times thingy; track, and the other wheel on the actual track, the one I was talking about yesterday with you know, the nine lanes or something; the running track in the picture. Now I need to completely rethink my metaphor, I mean there are no wheels on the running track... fuck it, I need to get this day on track, it’s like six thirty and I haven’t showered or anything. I need to shit as well, I just feel more comfortable doing it in my own home, and Jack rang me before telling me that he wants to shit in his house at the same time as I shit here at mine, so he is probably holding it in for me so yeah, I’ll just leave it here.

The track.

It was just then when I was in one of those thinking moments that I thought to myself that a new year’s resolution wouldn’t be enough for me, because I really need to get my life back on track, and by that I mean I need to get it on the track in the first place. I knew from day one of school that the it wasn’t going to be a place that I did well in; it being school. Now that that’s all behind me though, I really need to stop and think where I want my life to go, and whichever way that is, that will be the way this goes. What I am saying is that this blog is either going to go downhill and just be about nothing over and over again, talking about the shit that I do. I won’t contribute to society or anything and this will be a really depressing spiral into my suicide thing to read. Of course I don’t want that to happen because not only will this be a shit thing to read, but I will end up killing myself, just like I said in the last bit of that sentence.

Instead of that, I am going to turn this blog into the journal of how I am getting my life back on track, and if My Name is Earl taught me anything back in the day that I used to watch TV, I need some kind of a list in order to get my life back on track, or like I said before, on the track to begin with... well not begin with but you know, I just want to get the fuck on that track. I have noticed that whenever I get into one of those ‘where is your life going?’ conversations with mum, I always get out of it by just saying that I am no different than anyone else my age, and by that I mean that I am out all night and sleeping all day. I think that the first thing that this list needs is something that needs changing about me probably the most, and this is something that differentiates me from pretty much everyone else my age. Unlike pretty much everyone else my age, I cannot drive, and by that I mean that I am so lazy that I don’t even have my learners.

Obviously the next step from getting my L’s would be to get my P’s, and once that happens I won’t be that guy who I hate being; the guy who needs a lift everywhere. I know what you are thinking now though, ‘sure, you can get your P’s and drive and that, but petrol costs money, and as I can find in this blog, money is something that you never have’ and that is why the next thing on this list will be to get a fucking job. I often talk about getting a job, but surprisingly enough, and by that I mean it is not very surprising at all, but I haven’t really looked for a job or anything at all. Life isn’t all work though, I mean remember in The Sims, like the first one, when you bought that genie and when you rubbed his lamp or whatever he asked if you wanted work or leisure benefits from whatever it is that he would grant you. This list needs something that I can do that will be good fun or leisure as the purple (I think) genie in The Sims calls it.

I haven’t talked about DJ Hero since I had that blog that was really just about it, and in case you don’t know, I am getting fucking good at it. I used to be really good at Guitar Hero, I mean I did beat Guitar Hero II on Expert, all songs five starred, but I think that my skill from that is being transferred over to DJ Hero because I am just, I am just getting good at it. Before I got the game, I would watch videos on the internet of people playing the game on Expert and I would think to myself, ‘fuck, that game looks impossible, I will never, ever be that good,’ but really, it was only matter of time, and also a matter of having antisocial isolation days where I just sat in my room playing the game before I got good enough to play on Expert, but not only play, but also five star the songs that I play.

I was playing DJ Hero just before and I beat one of the Dizzee Rascal remixes on expert, and I got a fucking good score for it, like, I was amazed at how well I did. I then went over to the leader boards to see what I was ranked in the world for that song and I was like, four hundred and something in the world... so I was just thinking, I should really get to be the best in the world on at least one of these songs in this game by the end of the year. Then I realised that it would be pretty much impossible to do that, so I should aim to get into the top one hundred in the world at a song, I mean that is not only impressive, but also possible.

That is enough leisure, I mean the purple genie can only give so much before he starts to get things wrong and fuck up your wishes... there is another thing in my life that I would love to fix, and that is this fucked up sleeping pattern that I have gotten myself into. I mean right now, it is two fourteen in the morning, and I am not tired at all. I am more concerned of what movie I am going to watch tonight than going to sleep, and by the time a movie finishes and I get to bed it will be like four, maybe even five in the morning. Then I will go to bed, and I will sleep tomorrow until like three in the afternoon, and then the cycle only repeats, every single day.

There is also one other thing that I can’t deny any longer. This is another one of those things that has separated me from most other people, not only my age, but I think like, everyone. I have never watched all of the Star Wars movies, same with Lord of the Rings. I mean I say that they are shit, but I don’t know how I can honestly say that when I have not given either of them a fair go. I tried watching Lord of the Rings the other week when we were living at Andrew’s but I kept falling asleep, so I think I need to watch it when I am not tired at all, and watch them all. Star Wars I don’t know about though, I mean I might have seen them but I am not sure, I know I have seen some of them but I don’t know which ones, so I think that the only fair thing to do would be to watch all three of them, and by that I mean all six of them.

I think that so far, this is a good start to getting my life on the track of normality that I want it to be on. If you are thinking that the blog will be changing into some sort of life helping program or some shit, don’t worry, as the blog will still be what it is. Hopefully though, this list will help me become a better person... I mean probably not like the DJ Hero one and like, watching Star Wars and that but you know, they are just things that I want to do, things that I think need to be done... well not really... but I am sure that when I do them I will feel some form of accomplishment... well maybe not really but I am just going to stop typing now because yeah, I am going to go watch a movie... I’ll put the to do list on the right hand column thingy so you can see where I am up to in life, and yeah... movie time.

The planning.

So I have spent the last week or so looking at the Big Day Out timetable, just trying to contain my excitement, but I think that the containment blew right open when Brett and I were watching Chanel [v] last night and there was an ad for the big day out, and it said that there was seven days to go (not in Adelaide, in like, wherever the first Big Day Out is). We really just exploded with excitement and I am sure that his ex stripper neighbour heard the squeals of excitement, but seriously, I have never been this excited for anything. I am an extremely unorganised person, but I am so ready for this that I actually have planned out my day already, and fuck me, if this day goes to my plan, it will just be the best day ever.

My Big Day Out plan starts at two in the afternoon with Kasabian. I really only heard of this band when their first single off their latest album played on Chanel [v] that time when it was their Ripe Clip of the Week. The first song I heard of theirs was Fire and it was actually amazing. I don’t know what genre they would come under, but according to Wikipedia they are an alternative rock, neo-psychadelia, indie rock, neo-Madchester, Britpop, Electronic... whatever that means. I listened to their album and discovered that I like pretty much all of their songs. I mean I haven’t listened to their older albums but this recent one is just great, and I actually can’t wait to see them live.

After Kasabian, there was this one hour and forty minute wait until the next act that I wanted to see, so I spent ages looking through the acts within that time to see if there was anything that I wanted to see, but there really just, wasn’t. I was having a talk to Sam Pratt a week and a bit ago about Big Day Out. She said she isn’t going, well that she hasn’t got a ticket yet, but she said that if she went, it would really just be so she could see this band called Passion Pit. She told me to listen to some of their stuff, so I got home and used my internet powers to download their album; Manners. The album has eleven songs on it, but every single one of the songs on it is like, amazingly mindblowing. Luckily enough, and by that I mean like, this is actually a miracle, they are playing during that blank slot, they start playing ten minutes after Kasabian finish... so happy.

Passion Pit end at quarter to four so then I have until four thirty to get back over to the main stage to see Dizzee Rascal. From here on out I am just too excited, I mean Dizzee Rascal is just fucking great, I actually love his music so much, and I think that everything off his latest album I just love, and everything else of his that I have heard is just great. As far as YouTube has taught me, he is even better live than he is in the recording studio, so he is definitely one of my top acts to see.

Straight after Dizzee Rascal leaves the main stage, Lily Allen takes over in what would probably be one of my most memorable performances, if it wasn’t for clashes. There has always been dispute over who my favourite female artist is, and I actually don’t even know. Sometimes it’s Katy Perry, sometimes it’s Lily, sometimes it’s Little Boots or Ladyhawke, but really, it is probably Lily Allen. That’s why it is so shit that I am only going to see like a half hour of her because of the mad rush I will be in to leave her to go and see who is by far my favourite male artist; Calvin Harris. I have actually been having dreams about seeing Calvin Harris at the Big Day Out, and I have also had dreams about sleeping right through the entire Big Day Out, but really I don’t think either of the two will happen. Now that I think about it though, there is a good chance that I will be at Lily and that I will forget to leave her to see Calvin, and such an act will most likely cause me to kill myself. Yes I am serious.

Devastatingly enough, Calvin Harris is on at pretty much the same time as Ladyhawke, but chances are that after I see Calvin Harris live, I will not feel any regret at all from choosing him over her, and at least, if he finishes on time this is, I will be able to see twenty minutes of Ladyhawke before I make my way back over to the main stage. When Ladyhawke ends at seven thirty, I will watch Powderfinger which, to be honest I don’t really care about but I do like some of their songs, so I’ll end up watching them until they end at eight thirty, and then that’s when Muse will take the stage in just, what will probably be the best thing about Big Day Out for me anyway. I mean I think that I like Calvin Harris more than Muse, but I don’t know, fucking, I am just way too excited... Muse!

The most random thing ever.

It isn’t often when the most random thing in the world happens. Actually, it happens so un-often that it only really happens once, and that once was last night at ten, on the fifteenth of January. We came to Brett’s house expecting a usual night full of good times, playing Xbox, swimming in the pool and of course, backyard cricket; which I won for the first time ever. What we got was Xbox, me winning backyard cricket for the first time ever and a swim, so yeah, everything just went to plan. Oh wait, and then there was that girl who jumped Brett’s fence because she had drunk two litres of goon and three shots of… I don’t remember what she said. She was fucked, what she wanted really we don’t know, wait yeah that’s right; all she wanted was a cigarette.

It was the only time ever that every single person who was there just came to me, one by one, telling me that ‘nah Cosma, this has to be in tomorrow’s blog’. She kept insisting on getting a cigarette, but she wanted a tailor made one, so Nath’s rolled up ones didn’t cut it for her. It then got to the point where she wanted us to walk her home, but the main reason he did was because she stole Crum; Brett’s dog. It was less of a steal and more of a giving if I can remember correctly; I mean she asked for the lead for her so she could walk her back to her house, and Brett really just gave it to her. We started walking her back home and she was telling us about her past, how she used to be a stripper, how she has an eight year old son, how she came to Brett’s house once and abused his mum because Brett was being too loud.

The more she talked, the clearer it became to us that she hated us. She was so drunk that I don’t think she knew that she was letting us know the hatred she had toward us. She was telling us stories about how she was still up at four in the morning when she had work at six in the morning, she was being kept up by the partying of Brett and that and yeah, she was just fucking hating on us. The hate really diminished when she stopped telling us of her hatred for us and she started asking us questions like ‘which of you guys are single?’ and ‘which of you guys are virgins?’ and probably my favourite, ‘which of you guys have had sex with a twenty six year old before?’ After that one, it really just went silent after we all said that none of us had, the next question though was definitely my favourite, ‘would any of you guys would be keen for an orgy with a twenty six year old?’ and after that one, none of us even answered, I mean we could have said no and hurt her feelings, or we could have said yes and she would have laughed in our faces.

We got back to her house and her friend was there, and she fucking hated us so much more than the stripper did, sorry, ex stripper. Apparently she rang the cops because she thought that the ex stripper had died when she fell of the roof, and at this point it was all clear to me. This girl was bringing us back to her house for an orgy that of course we would tag along with, from there, she would tie us up and then reveal to us that she wasn’t even drunk, and that her friend didn’t actually ring the cops. She would then kill us one by one, because we were in a horror movie. Of course I was completely and utterly wrong, but you can see where I was coming from. She didn’t bring up the orgy any more so I think we all assumed that the offer was off the table, or she was kidding, but it really didn’t stop us from talking about it.

The friend was really being a bitch towards us, I mean she wanted us to leave, which is really what we were trying to do, so she could have said ‘yeah no offence but could you guys please like, leave or something?’ but instead she went for the full on ‘did you guys just want to fuck off or something?’ so our instant opinion of her was that she was just a fucking disgusting bitch. The night started off as being ‘up there’ as I put it, as one of the most random nights that has ever happened ever, but it really got so far up there that it just got to the rank of first in the ladder of, just like, the most fucking random things that have ever happened to anyone ever. Walking home, I was thinking in my head what would happen next; most of the scenarios involved us getting back home to find her climbing back into Brett’s yard, and then we just had an orgy with her, so as you can probably just assume from what I just typed, the scenarios that were playing through my head were rather unrealistic, but seeing as though what had happened before that, it wasn’t out of reach. Just in case you are still confused, no we did not fuck her.

This is pretty much where the night ended. We made our way back home with Crum in hand, rescued from the twenty six year old stripper who hated us and then wanted an orgy with us and then I thought wanted to kill us but really ended up just being fucking paro as. I walked inside, went straight to the computer and just started typing, and here we are right now, midnight, just sitting here, hoping that one day, something just as fucking random happens… no, we should have fucked her.

The fifteenth day.

It’s that time of year where the start of a new school year is on the horizon, and shops everywhere have got in a ridiculous amount of new stock, boxes full of pens, pencils, books to write in, books to draw in and whatever else you need for school because now is the time where Adam Sandler, that guy who I think I hate but I don’t even know if I do because he has some funny movies says ‘back to school’ in one of his movies that I actually like. Of course it is that time for everyone else, except for me, and I guess except for everyone else who has finished school or doesn’t go to school anymore, pretty sure I am not the only one, like, in the world who doesn’t have school. For me though, it is the start of something that I would like to call endless freedom, but in fact has a new name, and that name goes something like looking for work.

I said that I would start to look for a new job at the start of the year, I said that I just wanted to party until New Years and starting January first I would get off this chair that I am sitting on right now and get up, hand out some resumes and hopefully get a call back for some amazingly easy slash well paying job. None of this has happened yet; I have spent the last half of this month doing nothing, just playing Xbox, having good times and just yeah, writing this I guess. The thing I don’t know is, I don’t know where to start looking for a job, because I don’t know where I want to work. Whenever anyone asks me where I want to work I just reply with ‘yeah anything, I just want money’ but this really isn’t the case. I would hate to work at McDonalds or Hungry Jacks or something, I mean I have never worked there before, so it’s not like I know how bad it is and I don’t want to work there but I just don’t want to.

If I were to get a job at like, JB Hi Fi or EB Games or something, fuck me would I be happy. Honestly though, I am not really fussed at all where I work, I would just hate to work somewhere that I didn’t feel like I was doing anything, as weird as that sounds. I used to work at Mitre 10; back a few years ago, I think it was like in year ten actually. I stocked shelves Wednesday nights and I just felt like I wasn’t doing anything. I mean I had only just started but I felt like I was slowing down the shelve stacking progress of the people around me, asking where to put every single item that I picked up from the pile of things that needed to be stacked. I got nothing out of working there, I was working there for like a month, working one day a week, I ended up making like one hundred and seventy six dollars before I quit. The reason I quit was because school was getting in the way and I couldn’t get all my work done, well that’s what I told the boss when I rang up. The actual reason I quit was because I wasn’t doing anything, and I just thought it would be awkward if I stayed there for longer, not doing anything, because I think that after a while of not doing anything they would have realised that I wasn’t doing anything and yeah, they would just think that I was fucking retarded.

Looking back on the whole Mitre 10 thing though, quitting that job was one of the most stupid things I ever did. I mean I was working there for like a month; I could have stayed and surely learnt where things go, and yeah, get good at it. Then I would have had that feeling of doing something that my heart for some reason desired and then I would have stayed there and maybe today I would have a job still, who knows? Everyone around me is either looking for work, working, going to uni or going to TAFE, besides the odd few that are just doing what I am doing; nothing, I feel like I should be doing something with my life. There are parties coming up that I don’t want to miss, but if I don’t have any money then I might as well miss them because it will just be shit without my good friend; alcohol. I think that starting tomorrow, not today because it is too late already, but starting tomorrow I will go out in the world, handing out my resume to every single place in the world, and hopefully, I’ll get a bloody job.

PS. Good luck to my best friend Meb who has a trail tomorrow at Cafe Luna Rosso tomorrow, don't be nervous; it's only two hours of cafe-ing. Love you. Xx