It’s been too long since my last posting. Now it’s not that I ran out of things to talk about, but merely the lack of responses I’m getting. Maybe it’s just my content isn’t really appealing to people and that I need to talk about something that has some kind of relevance to the rest of.. everyone and not revolve around myself. I think that was the problem I had with my original blog; nothing of relevance to anyone. Oh well, maybe I’ll find something constructive to do with my site, but until then it can consist mainly of my selfish blogging, and my photos. I think in the mean time, a layout change is required as I was sick of the old layout.

It’s really odd to have someone tell you that they read your journals, specially in real life. I mean, over the internet you can’t see their faces when they say it, but in person it’s more awkward because you sit there and think whether or not you’ve said anything mean about those around you. I try to not be critical of anyone (that I’d hate to have hurt their feelings) that is on the internet for anyone to see. Take for example, someone has searched for “pikoulos” and managed to get postings I did way back in ’04. Now I can’t remember what I had said about my old english teacher, but someone has found it a couple of times now. Oh well, what are you going to do, this is the internet!

I’ll briefly recap my past couple of weeks as to not make this a huge ass, novella type of post. I’ll start on the easter long weekend or Daryl’s birthday weekend, and it was just that; one huge weekend. It started on thursday night, I was meant to be working that night but instead ran nightfill on wednesday and worked all day thursday just so I could have thursday night off. So anyway, Terry and I took Daryl out (there were a couple of other people out, but I just can’t remember who) and had a pretty good night. Friday night consisted of sitting at Nick’s place just lounging around until Ashley (Nick’s sister) decided to bring some friends around including a couple of hotties, albeit the only problem with that was that they were only 14 and 15. Speaking of that, what the fuck is wrong with that? I must have been born a year to late and too early for all the hot ladies, it’s just not cool. Anyway, I had to work saturday, so I called it an early night around midnight so I could at least go home and pretend like I would be getting some sleep. Worked all day saturday, the proceeded to go around to Hayden’s place to start drinking there before Daryl’s party. Needless to say, I was pretty wasted by the time Daryl’s party had even gotten to the midway mark.

Needless to say, my plans of not drinking to an excess, driving in, and going home early because I had to get up early sunday because of easter was foiled dramatically. I think we left town around 4:30-5 and I didn’t sleep as if I had tried to sleep, I would have just passed out until lunch time sunday. So I get to work, and I’m still drunk, but quite the happy drunk. Of course the weekend couldn’t have been complete without going to see the Warp Brothers on sunday night. So effectively, it was a good weekend. Thinking to myself on monday morning though, that I wasn’t going to be pulling another all nighter before work, I find I had to work last sunday aswell. That would have had been the worst sunday’s I’ve had in long time. But I was rewarded by going to play some pool with Nick and Terry at Tracy Village while some gin-jockey was trying his darndest to pick up two coons.

Monday night was pretty good though, apart from the impending cyclone that was destined to hit us (which inadvertantly completely missed darwin), we went to go and see Ultrasonic/Public Domain. I kind of had a feeling that not many people would like that type of hard energy/house music, but I had a free ticket and I didn’t really want to miss them! Of course, monday night brings me to what I was going to post originally until I realised no one knew what I had been up to the past few weeks!

There needs to be some kind of guide as to how to successfully attract and appease the opposite sex. Ok, to be blatantly obvious, there needs to be a way to decipher looks and stuff that I see (whether it’s just me making it seem like they are looking towards me, or they actually are). Like last night! I was dancing away when two gorgeous ladies started dancing near me, fair enough one of them decides to dance right in front of me, and I could swear to god that she intentionally touched my groin area. The fuck am I to do next? Do I introduce myself? Do I turn her around and start dancing with her further? It’s fucked up! They need to document information about this, because what would have happened if I choose one of those options and I had the wrong idea? I mean, they followed me up to the podium. Of course, it always happens such that they walk away, and I realise that I should have made a move, or something like that. I swear episodes like this happened to me throughout the night. Maybe I should learn from my mistakes? I need to at least try to do something, and not be a waste of their time, and my own.

Oh well, I need to stop shrugging it off and try next time. Make sure someone reminds me to do something. Oh, check out my gallery of images too, I’m sick of having my photos just links and not thumbnails. So now people can actually see what most of them are!