Guten Morgen

I am writing this from Nürnberg, Germany. I have not got much time to write, as I am using an internet cafe computer, and I cannot upload any pictures at the moment, but I just wanted to say I am safe and sound and enjoying my holiday so far. I will try and keep this page updated with all my travels as I go.

At last...

At last, I'm going away. I've been hoping for this moment to come ever since she dumped me. For the next two months I do not have to be scared of going out in public in case I see either of them, nor do I have to live my life inside my head over and over again.

It'll be so nice to get away from my life. It's been going nowhere since she dumped me. That's not to say I don't miss her, because I do, intensely so, but it'll be nice to go to the other side of the world where I can be me and not that guy that Lauren dumped so she could go out with someone else.

And with any luck, I'll be able to fill up this very sad site with some pictures of my travels.

Stay in touch with this blog.

Enough

It's a word that bounces around my head a lot. I wasn't good enough for you. I didn't do enough to show you how much I love you.

I've had enough. I love you, and it hurts.

I just want to forget.

Don't let me scroll down...

...or even look at old posts. I am just writing this post so that it will now occupy the top of my page and stop me from looking at posts that I would now much rather forget. I don't care if anyone reads this, I just need to stop myself from thinking about how much my life has gone down the tubes, so I'm filling up this blog with stuff that isn't related to this whole catastrophe.

-sighs-

Confused

Happy non-two year anniversary, my love.

 

Everyone thinks I should just let you go so you can be happy, but I still love you and miss you and you said you still love me, so I don't know what to do.

 

I'm hurt and confused and lonely.

 

You were always the remedy to my pain, but this time you don't want to make me feel better.

 

I miss you. I loved everything about you. To me, you are perfection.

 

Now I have to live without you.

 

But I still love you, Muffy. So much that it hurts.

Pain

Muffy...

Impossible

I can't do this anymore. I need you back...

Nightmare

I wish this was all just a bad dream...

I love you.

Top 5 Awesome Songs

If you appreciate good musicianship and have my taste in music, then check these out:

 

1. La Villa Strangiato - Rush, Hemispheres

2. Freewill - Rush, Permanent Waves

3. Sultans of Swing - Dire Straits, Alchemy

4. Catch the Rainbow - Rainbow, On Stage

5. Space Truckin' - Deep Purple, Made in Japan (hard to choose this one cause the whole album is amazing)

 

Of course, really all five should be Rush but I thought I'd allow some diversity =D

Unsociable

I'm sorry to all those people who have ever invited me to something and been refused my presence. Although I am less sociable than all of you, I am not unsociable. I know it's got to the point where you've stopped inviting me to things, but I don't like it either, okay?

 

Just for once can something not be my fault?

Merry Christmas!

Sorry for not responding to your texts, everyone, but this is cheaper =D

 

Merry Christmas!

Port Fairy part 2

Here are the other photos that wouldn't fit in the first post.

 

1. Port Fairy beach. One of them anyway =D

2. The Bay of Islands, The Great Ocean Road.

Port Fairy

So on the off chance at least one of you is wondering where I've been for the last few days, my family and I have been on a holiday to Port Fairy. The only way to describe it is to call it an...experience =D.

 

Port Fairy is beautiful, although 592km away (7 hours in the car) is just a little bit too far =P. It was weird being there in a way though, because the last time I'd been there was exactly ten years ago to the very week, when we weren't even living in Australia and were just on holiday =D.

 

So the holiday was great, but there were certain events that made it standout. Like having $25 fish and chips, (way too expensive!) walking on an amazing beach, seeing 35 koalas on a small stretch of road and watching tourists block the road with their cars while they took pictures, driving ages up a road and paying $45 to see what we thought was the lighthouse from Round the Twist but in the end just wasn't (we have been to the actual lighthouse before though), passing a pine plantation so big it stretched further than we could see to either side and took us half an hour to get past even at 110km/h, and accidentally reprogramming the sat-nav lady to tell us detours on our route =D.

 

Driving on the Great Ocean Road + Dire Straits = HEAVEN. We drove along this road for a few hours to Apollo Bay (another place we stayed ten years ago) to recreate a picture we took on our first visit there. The Great Ocean Road should really be renamed The Great Road though, because as well as going alongside the ocean it also took us through a rainforest and over some hills =D.

 

But the real fun began when we decided to drive two hours to Halls Gap in the Grampians. Mum and Dad stayed there a few years ago and it's home to a wicked mini-golf course. We had to play on it, so we went to visit. Upon entering the Grampians, however, and still about half an hour from Halls Gap, we were met with an unpleasant surprise. Scroll to the bottom of this post to see what it was. (sorry about the bad editing)

 

Yup. A plague. Grasshoppers everywhere. That photo was taken once we arrived at Halls Gap, where you couldn't see the floor because of all the grasshoppers. There must have been millions, because they were on every surface available (including us) as well as flying through the air. So no mini-golf, but Dad and I did have to spend ten minutes cleaning out the car's vents so that we wouldn't overheat on the way home. And then we had to do it again once we'd got out of the Grampians. Even after thoroughly cleaning the car back at Port Fairy, we found grasshoppers in the garage the next morning. There's still some inside the wheels =D.

 

So, a pretty rare occasion, right? Wrong. There was a grasshopper plague at Tailem Bend today too, although not anywhere near as bad. So we've got to clean the car again =D. We ended up playing mini golf at Port Fairy, which was still pretty good =P.

 

Driving nearly 2000km in five days has taken its toll though, so rant over =D. Below are some pictures - hopefully they attach in the order that I list them here so that I don't look like an idiot.

 

1. The Bay of Port Fairy, as seen from the top of Griffiths Island. 

2. Our car after 30 minutes of intense grasshopper attack. We're unlucky in that we can't think of a single car that has a larger grille than ours =P

Argh...

Most painful experience in history = trying to order formal photos from Event Photographers' website. Still not convinced it actually worked, it cost over a hundred dollars, and it didn't accept my $12 voucher.

 

ANNOYING

Fear

"There is nothing to fear but fear itself /

No thing, no failure, no fatal tragedy"

 

I wish I was as brave as Neil Peart, Alex Lifeson and Geddy Lee when they penned these lyrics. I'm scared of everything, and this week is even worse. There's so many bad things that could happen while you're away without me that'll probably happen just because it's me and I suck. Even though I went against my opinions and values to make you happy by telling you to get drunk and have fun and enjoy yourself, I still think of P-plater car crashes, budding alcohol addictions, you cheating on me or you dumping me when you get back because you've realised that I'm no fun compared with them.

 

Fear hurts.

Realisation

Arriving late to XS on Friday night, Lauren and I had to take seats at the back, behind that unruly mob of kids that completely bemuse me - they are not there for the service, for they talk all the way through it, but if they're just there to socialise, why not somewhere else? Somewhere less religious?

 

Anyway, during a song I looked round at Lauren and realisation hit me - somehow, I have reached the point of being 17, with a mature 17-year-old girlfiend. We are so much more grown-up than the kids that were in front of us. And let me tell you, my mature 17-year-old girlfriend not only looked mature and 17, she looked beautiful. And I really mean beautiful :)

Brilliant!

I have just discovered something brilliant - within the setup pages for my blog there is a tab called Stats, which tells me all about traffic on my page, where it's coming from, and the number of page views I have. And let me tell you, it's very encouraging and definitely overcomes the small number of comments that I get, and indeed the small number of page views that the visitors counter on the right hand side of this page produces.

There's people from all over the world that have visited this page, mostly by accident by way of Google, but nevertheless, I have somewhere closer to 800 page views! It makes me feel better, at least until you all try it out (if you ever actually can be bothered reading this post) and get far better numbers. But still, I maintain that it's brilliant!

Hilarious!

Check out this article - it's brilliant!

http://www.topgear.com/uk/photos/stig-farm-more-pictures-2010-11-05?imageNo=0

Really Useful Gifts

I just bought a goat :)

Guess the teacher

I love The West Wing. It's the only show that combines politics with turkeys =D

Letters to people

I just need to get all this off my chest :)

 

Dear M: You are the best friend I could ever ask for. You have the same sense of humour as me, and you can always make me smile. You're going to reach fantastic+1 status in style. Whoever she is, your girl will be very lucky.

 

Dear E: Sometimes, you can be really tactless, but nobody cares cause your heart's in the right place for the majority of the time. You're a wonderful person, but you just need to admit that David Tennant is sexier than Matt Smith. I'm sorry =D

 

Dear N: I love you. Don't leave me, especially not for him.

 

Dear H and Y: You guys are way too hard on yourselves. You're awesome people and I'm so glad that you're around and friends with me.

 

Dear M#2: I still haven't forgotten.

 

Dear R: I really don't like you. I hate the way that you can make her ignore me completely for as long as you choose to flirt with her. If I didn't hate you, I'd respect your pulling power. But I do hate you, so f*** off.

 

Dear A: We've been friends forever and I'm still not tired of you. Keep up the good work :)

 

Dear I: I miss you. You need to marry a doctor so that you'll stay well enough for us all to see you =P

 

Dear N#2: YOU SANG!

 

Dear R#2: I don't know why you're ignoring me, but I hope you're okay.

For boys and girls who want a TRUCK...

...OH YES.

 

NOT THERE JOHNNY NOT THERE!   

Look at your man, now back to me...

I might have skinny little arms, but I'm still a man. I'm still strong. Last year I moved 1 tonne of red gum firewood in a day, then chopped it all over the course of the winter. Today, I've shovelled and distributed 1 and a half tonnes of mulch for all our garden beds over the course of five hours. I feel stronger than I look.

 

Besides, I can literally sweep Muffy off her feet and carry her away, and we weigh the same. That has to count for something.

Sorry teachers - haven't quite got round to that holiday revision yet.

The Thing I Hate the Most

Leggings. Now don't get me wrong, I love the idea of skin-tight pants (Muffy'll testify to that ;-D), but I have one major problem with them - they're all worn by girls under the age of twelve.

 

This is just wrong. Leggings, when worn in public and not for use in dancing or equivalent athletic pursuits, are by nature slutty. Girls under the age of twelve or thirteen should not be slutty.

 

This is worsened by their common-ness. At Tournament of Minds today, literally EVERY (and I'm not exaggerating) primary school-age girl was wearing skin-tight leggings. I even saw a six or seven-year old that I used to look after in the Kindyzone program at my church wearing them. It's just wrong.

 

So parents, please, stop over-sexualising your young daughters. They're supposed to want to be fairies and princesses, not hookers or particular APHS students.

 

Leave the leggings to teenagers who have curves, and choose to look slutty simply because they are sluts. Even better, let's ban them completely, and reserve them only for Muffy, who has the most perfect ass ever ;-D