Of Sydney and Spirit Soaring

Do I start all my blogs with "So,"? I can't remember. Perhaps it's time to break a likely inexistant habit.

I leave for Sydney in a few hours, the home of Bridges, Britain and Bliss N Eso. I'm getting as excited as I do, just waiting around not doing anything and hoping the hour comes sooner.

I find myself these days being a little... normal. I don't get as excited as I used to, I don't show my feelings like I used to and I don't have as much fun as I used to.

I'm hoping to 'find myself' in Sydney, maybe if I go to the town of my favourite Hip Hop/Rap group I'll be inspired to live life large again.

In fact, as I write this I find myself getting more and more anxious to leave. I'll take my video camera and see what happens.

Stay Gold.

As the River flows

It's not much, but not much can turn into a little. A little to a lot. A lot to a noticing. A noticing to a job. A job to a career. A career to inspire others to create not much.
So here's the first verse, half a chorus and start of the second verse of a rap I wrote today:

Left high school as a drama queen,
18, moved to Sydney she was new on the scene.
With a lean mean figure,
She found love in a Digger*,
But that handsome young man turned out to be a sinner.
A month goes by, they always fight, she's always losing.
Her hands are tied, her lips are tight, covered in bruises.
He snoozes, she grabs her bag and jumps a train,
She might be young and dumb and vuln'rable, but nothing's worth that fucking pain!

I don't know where she's from,
And I don't know where I'm going.
But if the weather is willing,
And the river is flowing
We can continue our growing,
From now until forever,
I'll be yours if you be mine
And we can stand up together.

She contemplates, life and all it's mysteries,
Sits next to me, and starts to tell me her life history.
"It comforts me," She says....

That's all I've written so far, but I'm determined to write more as it comes to me. Hell, I may even design the music for it myself, nothing too fancy, a beat, a chorus tune.

*Digger = Australian Soldier (please note, most Australian Soldiers, I'm sure, are wonderful men and women)

Of Death Defying and Freedom

"Because I could not stop for death,
He kindly stopped for me.
The carriage held but just ourselves,
And Immortality" - Emily Dickens

"It's not death if you refuse it" - James O'barr

Recently I've been thinking about how the general population of modern day teens interprets the world. I'm not sure about this, so correct me if I am wrong, but they all seem to think they each own it? Think for a second, when a boy doesn't like a girl the way she likes him, she "fucks her life"? And if a guy doesn't get sex on the first date, he's whipped? I'm finding it hard to understand how so much negative energy is propelled through such young and not-so-world-weary beings.

I'm 16, I know, and I had my problems with growing up for a year or so but looking back I had nothing compared to the teens after me supposedly have. It seems a small percent of the population wants to be alive. And not just breathing and eating and farting and drinking and again, but to LIVE! Be a LIVE person! This is what I'm doing, living. Making the most of every day, chasing my dreams (however far fetched) enjoying every breathing, blinking moment as though (and how cliche...) it were my last.

I refuse death. For now at least, until a time when I'm old and grey. Between the time where my family has grown up and where I'm just waiting to die. Please, never let me reach the stage where I'm waiting to die...

Also, Bliss N Eso is my favourite band. Of all time, I've bought two of their CDs and one of thier DVDs so far this year, which is more than I can say for any other musician in my life. They speak of freedom constantly, either directly through their lyrics, or indirectly through how much fun they have (being ALIVE!) just being themselves.

Makes me want to spread my proverbial wings and take proverbial flight.

Also, yesterday I spent a most wonderful day with my most wonderful girlfriend, Tori Weilandt. We had a grand day, although we did very little. When afternoon came I met her mother and brother for the first time and, although I wanted to make a good first impression, I felt for once that I could just be myself. I've come to the conclusion that there is no one else I can possibly be and that if people can't accept me for who I am, then I can't accept them for that. I don't need people who think I'm someone else in my life, what's the point? Being around the people who accept you for who you are is, in my opinion, love. And that, my friends, is freedom.

Stay True. Stay Gold.

Christmas, New Years and a Revoluted Resolution.

So I've noticed I haven't updated this silly blog thing since last year. (Oh, that joke never gets old, it sounds like it's been a year when really it's only been a few weeks... Gets 'em every time.) Anywho, Christmas has come and gone, New Years rolled around uneventfully and my resolution is to just keep on keeping on.

Christmas:
"It's the most, wonderful time of the year" apparently. This year, we'd had rain and cold days all the way leading up to it, and it felt more like a Christmas in July party. However, it was another christmas with family, which is nothing to complain about, a day spent with loved ones is a lovely day. The present tally is as follows:
A new Silver Lorus watch
Call of Duty: Black Ops
2 x Jack Reacher books
A Woody Doll
A Camping Chair
Boggle
2 Framed Portraits (Batman + Joker from The Dark Knight)
Family Guy - It's A Trap!
A 'BAM' belt buckle
A Superman shirt
Two skull shaped picks
Two Jay Jays shirts
New Playboy deoderant
New computer
A writing pen
Three CDs - Bliss N Eso's "Day of the Dog" and "Flying Colours" and Hilltop Hoods' "The Calling"
Flying Colours Live DVD by Bliss N Eso
And enough money to get my eyebrow pierced, which we'll get to later.

New Years:
Possibly what every teenager looks forward to most in the wind down of the year, the New Years Eve parties. However this year I spent it on my couch, bitching about how bored I was to the folks playing Black Ops' Zombies with me at 1:30 am. Such is the exciting way the equally amazing year ended.

Since then:
Very little has happened with me since New Years rolled around. That was, until yesterday. I had been booked in at Hairhouse Warehouse to get my eyebrow pierced. That went well, I don't understand how people can pass out from getting pierced... Anywho. Afterwards I picked up some CDs from JB Hi-Fi and met up with a very good friend of mine. We discussed everything whilst she chowed down on some Cold Rock Ice Cream, from the mysteries of life to films and music. Then we went for a walk to the walkway bridge. There we saved the souls of the drivers who passed under us, simply by smiling and waving. Then we had to go our separate ways, but both content with the fun we'd achieved through doing very little.

Here's a pic of my piercing: