Moonlight On The Soft Brown Earth. It Leads Me To Where You Lay

Moonlight On The Soft Brown Earth. It Leads Me To Where You Lay

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Im Touching Myself In Rude Places

[Apr. 8th, 2006|09:13 am]

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So, what's been happening?

I have been up at Elizabeth for the past week, sorting out meetings with Centrelink about my benefits. I lodged my first form on Thursday, and on Friday, I got my first fortnightly pay... of $23.

So on Tuesday, I'll be having a meeting with a social worker, to disconnect me from my parents, so I can get full benefits.

Speaking of parents, apparantly Dad phoned Glen and told him that I was gay, and that he came home while Zig and I were in the shower (because, you know, Glen really needs to know that) ...

I havent spoken to him yet, but I plan on going off. But on a lighter note, Glen wasn't pissed off apparantly. I havent actually seen him yet. I'm almost avoiding going inside, just to save the awkwardness.

So next week, I start a course with my job recruitment agency. It goes for three weeks, and teaches me how to find a job, apparantly. I don't want to waste my time on that, seeing as I dont have a house to live at. I think my priorities should be looked at. Everybody just wants to get everything done straight away. But it doesnt let me get the things I need to get done, like looking for a house.

And now I'm worried about running out of petrol. I've already run out of money, phone credit and smokes.

So now away from that crap, lately I've been thrashing the new Dresden Dolls album, which has been fantastic. Just over and over it goes, and I love another song more and more. Also downloaded the video to Sing yesterday, too. It was a little odd. I'm not sure about the fact that they weren't wearing make up. Is that the new era? Amanda also looked alot older with no makeup. Well, no white face makeup.

I've been having these weird 'flashbacks' lately from last year. I think of everywhere I spent time last year. It started off at Dane's house down by West Lakes. That lasted about a month. Then I was spending time with Adam for two months at his house, and around that area with his friends, etc. Then I spent about two months with Matt, but I dont even remember going over to his place that often. It's kind of weird to think that I actually thought Matt and I would have gone somewhere at that time. I barely even remember what I was doing then. I was so out of it. Not drug related at all, but just mentally, I wasn't all there. Whether it was one of my uncreative phases or not that pushes me into it, but I should have known better than to fuck him around like that.

In between all that, I was doing my course, so I've been all over this fucking city in the past year. Also, I remember the times spent with Josh, and making his website. I remember the times spent with Darren, and him fucking my brains out. I remember working, and the 'fun' that went with that.

The thing with all this though, is when I look back on it all, I feel secure. But it's only because that time has ended that I can feel secure with it. I know nothing new will happen to it, so it's can all be worked out. I just look at where I am now, and I dont feel secure. I'm still finding new things to work out. But once this 'era' ends, I can look back on it, and feel secure about it.

It's autumn now, too. I have the best feeling at the moment. I'll be listening to Sarah Blasko soon, thinking of leaves falling off trees, and a bit of Harvest Moon (GCN version), the ruins back up home, fields of brown wheat growing, all the different coloured leaves, people walking down the street wrapped tight in their parkas, beanies and scarfs... Mmmm Vintage season... It's oh so magical...

Well that should just about do. Today I'm going back to Elizabeth for a week while I get my course done. Might be back on the weekends, depending on how fuel is. Goddamn money is crap. So see you all around.

HBR

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