last night i walked for about 3 kilometres, and then climbed up a cliff so i could meet a few friends to watch fireworks. it was good. my feets have been reduced to bloodied nubs. i am curious of the statistics, but it remains my personal belief that Australia Day may actually top St Patrick's Day, as the largest mass migration of a national population into pubs.
On of my friends, discovered that if you cut yourself while pouring the glowing liquid from inside a glowstick on your hand, the cut will glow. And hurt. He was even more worried because he picked up the reject glowstick from off the side of the road next to a bag of rubbish. He was concerned that he would contract the Hepatitis alphabet or something. Time will tell.
These friends i met, i only really knew one of them. the rest i pretty much met that same night. It was one of the most random nights in at least a few months. i swam in the pool of someone i didnt know, stayed in the partially constructed hous of someone else i didnt know, ate the remains of a garlic bread-dip from someone i didnt know, and argued with a large group of people i didnt know about four very controversial topics: 1) Whether or not the pool looked like it was filled with green jelly 2) How it would be possible to fill a pool with green jelly (not pre-made jelly that is) 3) Whether or not i should swim in my red 'tiny-teddy' boxers 4) Whether or not red 'tiny-teddy' boxers are cool 5) Whether or not an elephant could perform self-fellatio with its trunk
For some reason they were all shocked to hear that i had never heard of Balsamic Vinegar. i dont know why that is such a big deal. So when we went out for lunch this afternoon i ordered a bowl of Balsamic Vinegar and ate it with bread for them all to see. I think i really impressed them. They meet me one night, and then the next day they are all staring as i lose my Balsamic-virginity. It was kind of magical how we grew so close in a few short hours. wait.. no not magical, what's that word? ... AWKWARD! yeah thats it. im still not sure whether i know these people or not, or whether we're friends or not, or whether its some sort of unnatural mix of the two. but there's plenty of time for drunken bonding later.
I feel guilty not scanning another picture... but i really cant be bothered. the pile on top my scanner has grown. and evolved into sentient life. im scared to touch it.
pumkin soup may well be the best soup in existance. i think pumkin soup is the reason that everything doesnt smell like garlic. that sentence makes sense to me, but i can understand that it might not make sense to others. it is the result of a long debate i have been having with myself regarding the danger of everything on earth smelling like garlic. i think it would be great.
What really scares me, is the probability that everyone else thinks like i do. i have always enjoyed thinking of everyone that is not me, as mindless zombie like things, pretending to think and have personality and individuality, existing purely for the purpose of keeping me occupied and served. The thought that you all have your own lives, completely independant from me scares me. the thought that there are points when you all are not thinking about me scares me. and the thought that there are people that will never even know me scares me. I have been pondering on how to confront this problem, and i have come to the conclusion that ...hey... my can of coke is moving by itself. damn thats creepy. anyway. i have come to the conclusion that the rest of the world is an illusion, existing only when i am visiting it, the only other humans that exist are the ones that i see. The only other humans that exist exist only so they are there for me to see. and conclusively, you are all some sort of zombie robots pretending to be human. If i am wrong, then please dont take offence. However i dont think it is possible to convince me otherwise, as i will just think you are just trying to make your guise more convincing. im sorry.
Also this girl told me she thought i was hot. But she was a random nightclub girl, and i dont like nightclubs because the gay dancing guys with their glowsticks freak me out, and also the music sucks. But still i was flattered and offered some of my teasingly seductive yet witty and intellectual repartee. it was either that or i blushed, laughed nervously, and stuttered out an escape excuse. i forget which.
And some girls from my highskool saw me 'dancing'. They smiled and waved. I smiled and comitted mental suicide.
Also i find clowns disturbing.
Love from your almighty bloglord and lover of fine pizza bases:
Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeello kiddies im back . from outer space.
Over the recent days past i have been enjoying my jetlag. im in the habbit of waking up at 5 or 6am now, its great! before the trip thats when i used to go to bed. this way all the shops and fine eateries are open while im awake, which is a fantastic change for me.
Also my girlfriend broke up with me. finally. It seems she can't wait for a month while im cruzin the globe. But dont get the situation wrong, it's a good thing. I have been wanting out for a while now, but she tends to cut her wrists with a variety of materials ranging from knives to broken glass. i wanted to break up with her, but i didn't want her doing something stupid. So i instituted my innocent plan of getting her so frustrated with me that she did it herself :D hehe this way she's mad at me, and not sad and feeling rejected.
The Rocky Horror Picture Show. I now own it. On DVD. I bought it in canada, and i thought it was a great idea at the time... i only wish i had a DVD player to play it on. I don't know how that little fact sliped my mind when buying a DVD. But it did, and i know have the RHPS DVD and i cant watch it.
I also got into my new uni. i was jus reading the papers yesturday, at 5am... and i realised that the enrollments were that day at 12 noon! thank god for jetlag, or i would still have been sleepin! usually i dont get up till like 2pm! ...i am fast coming to the conclusion that the whole world revolves around me. well... i had always believed that, but then i started to doubt it when some people tried to convince me to the contrary. But i am now just as convinced as ever! (you may all begin your devoted worship at this point)
No picture this time... my scanner is hidden under a comically large pile of papers and crap that i bought while i was vagabonding the planet.
i have only been home for 2 days, and i havent had time to do anything or see anybody yet, so that's all i can give you. but tune in next week for more of the exciting adventures of your favourite cat-skining tuna eating superhero. batman. .. i mean me. squee.
*cough* ...canada was awesome! everything was soooo very much not expensive. And there were actually people my age that i could talk to so that helped too. And i love snow. i love it. i love walking in it, i love throwing it, i love eating it. grass and sand just don't taste as good. I think one day, i want to live in canada. but i will have to stock up on good Australian liquor first, cos canadian alcohol sucks!
Disneyland was cool too, i have become addiced to Churro's. And yes the most dreaded of occurances imaginable at Disneyworld did... well.. occur. to me. my ride was stuck in 'It's A Small World'. That song! BURNED INTO MY BRAIN!!! AAAAARGH! I think that memory will haunt me for the rest of my days. Oh an i noticed one of the tiny dancing robot children was holding a sign that said "HELP!". I found that fact almost as amusing as counting the ammount of goths in the line for 'It's A Small World'. almost. I counted a good 5 or 6 goths in line. i wasnt sure about the 6th. And i got to meet Beetlejuice. That was the highlight of my stay at Disneyworld. That and the Churro's.
A dolphin tried to eat my hand in SeaWorld. i felt around for a tongue in its mouth but i dont think it had one? i didnt feel one anyway. The dolphin was obsessed with me, it wouldnt leave me alone! all these other people had fish and crap trying to feed it and pat it, it was crowded as hell with dolphin lovers, but for some reason it wouldnt leave me. so i patted it for around 3 minutes and 27 seconds or so, and then left it to the hoard.
I went swiming in the pool at my hotel, and possibly due to the impossiblyt high concentrations of child urine i missed out on a whole day at DisneyWorld, which i spent instead, violently ridding myself of all my stomach contents, and quite likely also a variety of internal organs. I tried to calm myself by watching some american television... but that just made it worse. i never thought i would actually come to appreciate good old Australian television commercials. I am sick to death of the same happy yet racially balanced family advertising a urinary tract infection cream. And i hate that heart-burn add with those horrible people in that purple van. "we're gonna spread the word about heartburn!". They have risen to number two on my list of people i want to hunt down and skin alive. right below Jarred from Subway.
Trinidad is where i am right now. i was born here and i love this country. It's the most beautiful island in the world in my opinion. I have been enjoying the nice, heated, warrrm carribean sea, instead of that crap ocean i get at home that comes straight from Antarctica. The only bad thing i could possibly think of in Trinidad is the absolutely rediculous crime rate. i can't go anywhere by myself because i am in serious danger of being kidnapped. Just driving to the beach the other day i saw someone else trapped in the boot of the car next to us. The boot was tied down, but it was being kicked up from the inside from someone trying to get out. Hopefully it was just a dog or something. But to be perfectly honest i doubt it. So that was creepy. If they could get the crime under control. any sort of control. Then i would like this country a whole lot more.
Recently i have been enjoying the easy and straightforward process that is applying for a different university from overseas. all the fun of faxing forms back and forwards, explaining that i cannot come in for an interview right now because i am on the other side of the planet, and the wrong forms being sent to me; coupled with the incredibly convienient 12 hour time difference, makes for a relaxing and enjoyable pastime to fill up a whole 2 weeks of my holiday. It's not like i would rather be at the beach or something else equally as rediculous.
Oh and i cracked open a coconut all by myself, and feasted on the glorious jelly inside. It took a good hour of pounding it against the same tree that it fell from, and pulling off tiny bits as a time, but i got it in the end! :D i suppose thats kind of like life. you stir and you stir with the fork, but in the end you have to urinate on the dining room floor anyway.
Oh and i have recently had the pleasure of eating Black Pudding. What is black pudding you may or may not ask? well, Black Pudding is pudding made entirely from blood. with a few spices to add flavour. Now, while the consumption of a giant puddingy bloodclot may not SEEM like a good alternative to McDonalds, it really is very nice. very very nice. ...im eating it now. it is deceptively delicious. mmmmmm even better than snow. at least i can put this in a sandwhich without the bread going soggy.
And now that Mr Tenkin reminded me with his comment on the last post, i will ask you a question. i was thinking about it while i tried to sleep during the wee hours of the morning a few days ago. And ponder as i might, i was unable to decide for myself. so here you go: "would having sex with an eight armed woman creep you out, turn you on, or make you think of having sex with an octopus? if you select the octopus one, would that thought turn you on?"
That's all for now. Wow that's a huge post. but i guess a fair bit did happen, what with my travels all over the planet. And to be honest i think i probably have done longer posts dealing almost exclusively with my adventures concerning a jar of minced garlic. so it was probably to be expected.
Oh this is a picture of my couz's pet monkey. ...um.. bye
