There are good people in the world.. you need to wake up at 5 to get them though..

So i started this off talking about my more recent events.. But then i got thinking chronilogically and this is how it is. I went to my dad's the last long w/e. He lives in Karratha, a small country town about 2400km North of Perth (correct me if im wrong). I had lived there for much of my childhood and feel its necessary to go back everynow and again to see how things have changed or rather how little things have. The place is still the same, just more drugs i guess.. So we left to fly up at about 1.. missed out plane at about 3.. then had to catch the next one which was thankfully at 4 o'clock. Luck was on our side on this fine friday.

I was greeted by my Dad and Older Brother Alan at the airport. I still give my big brother shit for dobbing me in for smoking but we are all good now. You can't hate family, its just short term dislike 99.9% of the time. (As you can probably tell i just made up that statistic but eh). We get home and Alan and I decided the most intelligent thing to do was to get hammered and play a drinking game. That whole night went in fast motion.. I was actually quite proud of myself for drinking beer. Im not doing it again however. I woke up at 3 to find myself running out of of bed, accidently running into my older brothers room, then atlast to the toilet to throw up.. I can barely remember the whole night bar that incident.

I was woken by a horrible smell.. See the thing is, when your sober you think a bit more logically, but i was drunk.. Instead of holding my hair back when throwing up i just blatently vomited everywhere.. Even in my dreads.. It took about 3 washes to get out completely but its ok :P I walk down the hall to get breakfast to find black spots of vomit on the ground and even next to the toilet and even on the toilet door. I got my bitch gloves on and started cleaning up.. I know what your thinking 'oh god what a thing to be talking about..' im sorry but it was a highlight.. Im still trying to think how it could of got on the toilet door, especially if it was behind me :S

The rest of the trip was pretty straight foward.. There was a reason to my dad wanting me to come up there. It's not something im going to go where on my sleeve's however.. Besides things can turn out to be ok for all we know.. We will just have to wait it out. But for now im going to talk about more recent events..

I went out this w/e.. which makes a good change. I always complain about not going out so when the opportunity came up i was quick to jump to it. It was my friend Ashleys 17th.. She is a nice girl. Known her since primary school. Her mother was my little brothers Kindy teacher so there is some connection between the family (be it little or large). There was some slight complications though. I had to work the next morning at 10am. This girl lived in Perth, i lived in Mandurah.. I decided i would rather go to work talking about how good a night i had, then listen to others shit on about theirs.

I get there with my Best mate Caz.. Yet another brilliant person. She is soo amazing, and very out there. She isn't fake she is so realistic about things. This is something i admire in people. I love people who can be blunt, and just say stuff how it is. Everyone needs to be more open about things. If people have questions, give them honest answers. It saves a harsh reality for most in the long run. Anyway i go to the party.. There was 5 of us for most the night. Suddenly a flood of about 20people come in. I thoguht they were gate crashers at first but no the cavalry had arrived. I seen an Old friend 'Luke' from when i last had drinks with Ashley. Was good to see how he was going. My views on Lukes have been changed due to this Luke and Luke Smedley. I used to think all people named Luke were arseholes.. But seriously nicest people i know.. The night was definately worth it. We reflected on primary school days and past encounters we had, and Charlie the Unicorn. 'Shun the non-Believers.. Shun...'

I wake up at 5ish to creep around the house gathering my bits and pieces whilst trying not to wake the other up. It was a waste of time as i needed someone to shut the door behind me anyway for it to close properly. I have never been so cold in my life. I was thankful i accidently packed 2 jumpers.. I had an undershirt, t-shirt, long sleeve, long sleeve jumper and a long sleeve jacket and still felt the harsh cold morning. It was pitch black, and i was walking alone. I was waiting for someone to jump out from the bushes i passed, or get egged again (in referal to a street drinking we had a few months back) but luck was still with me. The street lights flicked off and the Sun started rising as i waited for my bus at Murdoch Park and ride. I was silently singing to myself when i noticed a man in black 2 bus stops down from me. All i could really make out was the distant flame he appeared to have going. He soon came over and talked to me. He was the security guard who watched the Train Station while it was being built. He and I were the only 2 there. He had told me he was doing an 8 Hour shift which finished at 7:30am. This was when the first bus to the city was available for me. He said he was lighting a fire before to keep him warm. I couldn't blame him, i have never seen my nose so red from the cold. He left for a lil while. I decided i would use my bag as a pillow and sleep a little before my bus came. He came back 10minutes later to my suprise with 2 coffees. He offered me one and he told me all about himself.

He used to be a Conductor on a train. He said he hated it. Everyone has an instant hate for these people but this guy was different. He only fined people who kicke dup a stink about not having a ticket. He had colleagues that fined 76yr olds for not have their pensioners card when purchasing tickets. He told me how after 60 people should be left to their own device, they had been through enough. I agreed completely. Just imagine how much a 60yr old had seen compared to a mere teen like myself. I think the elderly generaiton gets neglected. We could learn so much from them if we opened our ears and listened to them once and a while. I finished the rest of my coffee the man had offered me and picked at the spyrofoam cup. With that our bus came..


'Waiting for the 7.18 - Bloc Party'