Colin's space

Warning: Reverse chronological details to follow.

 

Imagine this scene. You are sitting on a big black motorbike cruising through some beautiful forest. You can smell the hot tar along with the wild flowers and eucalypt as you ride. The blisteringly hot air of the plains becomes a mere memory as the sweet cool air of the forest wraps itself around you. The scenery becomes darker, the road narrows and starts to twist and turn back on itself. You feel the rush of slingshotting around corners at more than double their recommended limits, all the while listening to Panic at the Disco...

 

Ok ok, that would be where I would loose most of you, but that is how chapter eight of my weekend would begin if I were to write a short story on the topic. Chapters 1 to 3 would be about the work christmas party which was pretty good (for a work function), where I made fool out of myself yet again. Chapters 4 to 7 would detail Saturday where I mostly just watched the cricket on the lounge whilst scratching my sack. It was awesome.

 

Now for the weekend before. Two of my cousins and I went and seen AFI in concert at the Hourdern Pavillion, it was pretty sweet (for a gig choco-block full of emo kids with scarred wrists). The only problem with the whole show was the all ages component. I found myself saving 13 year olds all night who were too stupid to stay out of the mosh. Pics are up.

 

Peace out bitches.

First up I'm going to be a blog whore and apologise to anyone who actually looks forward to my blogs and have been walking away empty handed week after week. I have no valid excuses to offer, I am a slack, self-indulgent, self-involved prat that just doesnt see the value in writing down everything that happens to me day by day. As a result of me not valuing the caring and sharing, I just dont have enough material to blog about (though I seem to be stretching this excuse beyond the resonable...). Perhaps the only reason I took the time to blog now is because I am bored and there is a hottie asleep in my bed, so shhhh, be quiet! Enough of that now and on with the show.

 

There have been several highlights in my life since my last blog and I wish to share these with you in no particular order. Please be advised that there is frequent whining and some tom-foolery to follow.  On the 7th of October Emily, Lauren, Jessica, Dave, Alicia and I went to an Evermore concert in Newcastle. I've got to say that I have never been a big fan, I mean, I listened to their music and tapped along, but it seemed to get too much airplay, and alot of their stuff was ruined for me on that basis. That all changed after this gig though, those guys are a trio of magic. The show was spectacular, great audio, great lights, fantastic performance and awesome company. They even recorded the show and sold one hundred copies of it afterwards (and yes, I got one, SCORE)! I also got some neat footage, some of which you may view here: http://s85.photobucket.com/albums/k53/col_col83/?action=view&current=Evermore1.flv .  Bob Evans (why confuse us so Kev?) was the support act with the Hamptons (sp?). They were all well and good, but from memory Emily and I ended up downstairs winning on the pokies halfway through the supports... meh.

 

In other news, I also bought a new microphone so hopefully I'll be able to record some of my originals in a little better quality.

 

I think that is about it. Oh hang on, I think I will have a bit more of a whinge and moan about Tim and Micko, who I THOUGHT were my friends. You guys suck, and I hope that one day you will wake up, realise that you have both been a pair of garden implements and come crawling back, just so I can kick you both in the teeth and leave you bleeding on the fresh cut grass. I know that that sounds particularly hateful but I dont usually feel that way. Though I've never had friends stab me in the back and toss me away in the past, so maybe this is how you are supposed to feel... again, meh, I'll live. Ok everyone, feel free to comment, actually I invite you to, even if it is anonymously and hateful.

 

Until next time, peace out bitches.

 

Pony Up! that is. OMG OMG OMG, I got to meet Lindsay (drums, vocals) and Laura (keyboard, vocals; check photos for the pic of me and Laura!!!), they were pretty cool, I didnt have the guts to go and introduce myself to the other guys (read: girls). 

 

So groupie moment over, more about the gig. We turned up at 9-ish (doors were supposed to be at nine), only to be told by this dodgey security guard and his scowling ticket bitch that doors werent until 10. We went into the pub and had a drink and put $5 in the pokies; yay for pulling out $52! Then we went back and stood around outside the entrance to the performance area; we waited, waited, and waited some more. This is were I introduced myself and Em to Lindsay and had a bit of a chat to her. Chat over, we waited some more while complaining about how much of a pervert the frikkin security guard was, he wasnt even subtle about checking chicks out either, tool. Half of Starky walked in and out a few times, and the Pony Up! girls walked; I felt compelled to embarrass myself and scream: "We love you!!!!" (hands in the air of course).

 

We had to sit through half an hour of aural torture that was "The Shaky Hands". Someone made the comment that if the object of their song writing was to put as much random crap together in the most incoherent way possible, then they succeeded and should be proud. Oh wait, I think I said that, I thought it was funny anyways. I guess their lack of talen is why they are a "first support" act...

 

What else happened... hmmm, oh yeah, Em and I had drinks with Lauren and this guy from Maitland she is interested in; and we went Ice Skating! It was my first time, and I aced it. I'm Awesome.

 

Enough rambling, I am pretty incoherent this morning, probably due to not getting to bed until late and having a pretty full on weekend. Was great though, especially all the hanging out with Em and seeing squish on Saturday.

 

Peace Out Bitches...

After many (Read: two) requests, I have forced myself to blog again. This one wont be anything special, just a bitch and a whine about certain people, and just people in general. There will no doubt be a another shiny new blog after this weekend. Three cheers for Pony Up! Hip hip...

 

Mistakes. I have always been under the impression that is was ok to look back upon past mistakes and feel regret, and perhaps learn from them. I was also of the belief that family and friends were supposed to stick by you no matter what blunders you make, big or small. It really does throw you, and make you re-evaluate your relationships when people turn their back on you, or claim that they will at a certain point. I can live with certain friends (who I always thought were floozies) deciding to dump me as soon as I started to look bad on their rap sheet, however, I find it hard to deal when someone (yes, Tim) who I have known forever, supported through some really tough times, someone who I have been there for doesnt have the nuts to stand up to the pressure and be there for me when I need it. Instead, he and his harem have kicked me while I was down and left me in the gutter to hemorrhage respect and trust that was sadly misplaced. Questions: Was this my fault, or theirs? Should I have seen it comming and dodged it? Was it my mistake for ever investing at all?  Answers: Their fault, shouldnt have had to have seen it comming if they were as real as I thought they were, and no (in that order). This will no doubt be a case of "Once bitten, twice shy" for me, though in the end all that matters is the experience. I'll just let the universe take care of leveling it all out. Dont even get me started on my family...

 

I apologise for the bitter resentment and what can only be described as "stank" of this blog, but I guess its easier to let out the bad things (and in this case put it writing). It stands to reason that we all like to let out and vent the bad things and keep the good things inside all for ourselves and those we care most about. "Harness good, block bad. Its like a merry-go-round, you pay your quarter and you go round and round, and up and down. Circular, circular..."  Peace out bitches.

The lovely arrangement that has been decorating my loungeroom for over a month now is finally starting to look less than fresh. I actually have no idea who gave them to me, I came home from work one day just to find them on the back step - no card, no stickers, no note. Their time to be binned has come; farewell beautiful flowers, you entertained me thusly for your duration of vigor.

 

So back to something a little less frivilous, a group of us went to the Youth Group gig at the Cambridge in Newcastle last Friday night. I've got to say that I wasnt that impressed with their performance. Though their second support - Darren Hanlon - was quite good. I had no idea who he was until he played "Punk's Not Dead", it was awesome. How much would it suck to be outclassed by your support? I mean, the crowd was more into Darren than Youth Group, Darren involved the crowd, Darren had a guest singer (Ms Holly Throsby) and Darren actually smiled while he performed *gasp*. They seem like insignificant details but they all go a ways to introducing some magic to a performance. I'm not quite sure what the rest of the attendees that will be reading this thought, but I'd be interested in what you have to say... Leave a comment, if you can remember the night (yes, I'm talking to you Emily and Alicia...). Actually, leave a comment even if you cant remember. I didnt get any photo's either, though they wouldn't have been that exciting...

 

I have finally been taught why the sentance: "I seen that happen" is gramatically incorrect. APPARENTLY, you can only use "seen" in that way if it is preceeded by "have" or the contraction "I've", i.e. "I've seen that happen". If you dont want to use "have", you must say: "I SAW that happen." Weird. It has to do with participles and tenses, but in the end all Emily could come up with was: "It just is, ok?" Thanks for setting me straight on that point Honk, now I won't get laughed at mid-conversation for using "seen" incorrectly, just other things. Peace out bitches.