Alright, check it. I won’t bother going into a giant spiel about how I haven’t updated for a while, because it’s painstakingly obvious that I haven’t because of time constraints. As I seem to say every time. But it’s alright, I’ll skip that.. slightly. As of now, I’m trying to remember what I’ve done the past few weeks. God damn. Should I be worried that I had to check through some previous chat logs, messages and other random things to work out what I did two saturdays ago? Damn. I’ll start from thursday, although, I can’t remember why I was out in town. Oh. Ha, that’s right. Good Friday. I finished up work and headed out to town just for something to do I suppose. I didn’t have anything planned, I just wandered out there. I wasn’t there for long before I found Jodie and chatted to her for a little bit. Just as I decided to head off home, I was walking out the door when I hear Hayley. Hayley, Jess, and Jessie (half a mouthful) were coming in. Whoop, turn around. However, I wasn’t convinced to stay out for the rest of the night, so I didn’t stay very long and headed home not soon after wandering back in. It was weird, there were so many people out on a thursday night. I suppose, it didn’t help the fact that the next day was a public holiday and nothing was going to be open (yay for Jesus dying.. or was it his resurrection?) Friday was boring. Saturday was equally as boring, although, I did have to start work at 8. Normally I’m not used to getting up at 8, even if I start work at 8:30. If I start at 8:30, I get up at 8:15 and get ready (that extra 15 minutes of sleep helps!) Well, I kind of forgot to remind Mum what time I was starting, and she wandering in around 7:55 to slightly wake me up. Well shit. I rolled over and half-looked/squinted at the time and flew out of bed. Fuck. I’m late. It was probably the quickest I’ve ever moved my entire life (at that time of the morning anyway.) No sooner was I up, I was dressed and in my car. Holy crap, I forgot to brush my hair. Because I have slightly long hair, it manages to afro-out in the morning and I look homeless. Either way, it was the quickest I had been at work in a long time.

Work went without too much trouble and I wandered home. From memory, I think it was Ashleigh’s birthday, but I wasn’t too sure about that. I parked my ass in my chair and watched a couple of TV shows and browsed the internet. It’s a saturday night, and I’m not doing anything. Christ. Well, that was changed by Kirsty who was having drinks around at her house. Not one to pass up an offer to drink, I headed around after dinner. A few hours pass and we’re all sitting around playing three-man having an awesome time. Eventually, it was decided that it was time to move downstairs to the pool and cool down, while Tyson, Hayden and myself were sitting on the edge of the pool watching. We head off to Nick’s joint and find that Ashleigh’s party had already been broken up (fights everywhere) and everyone was either passed out, vomiting, or vomiting while passed out. We left under the watchful eye of every single police officer that was wandering around the streets and went back to Kirsty’s house. Well, in the space of 20 minutes or so, they had all gotten out of the pool, Clinton was sitting on balcony and vomiting and the girls were all having showers. It seems, that either way we went, we were going to miss out. After a while of watching Wildboys, and watching people wander around the house, Kirsty went to sleep on the floor, and it was time to go home.

Well, easter come and went like no tomorrow, and I was no sooner having a monday off, to going to work the next day. Luckily though, I did have a week off from uni, so that was suppose to give me time to do some catching up on things I was meant to. Yes. Catchup. Anyway. I spent the rest of the week debating on a new camera. More specifically the Canon 400D. Why not buy a camera that will last me a lifetime, and some. I browsed the internet, I went to Harvey Norman and priced them. I wanted to get one. After speaking to someone who owned a Nikon D80, I was wanting this camera more and more. Thursday come around and I checked my pay. Brilliant. Time for some driving. I drove around, I debated, I eventually decided on a camera. I bought the Canon 400D Twin Lens Kit. That is, the camera itself, and two lenses (a twin.. lens kit) one for normal shots, and another for shots further away (a zoom lens I suppose.) Oh I was excited. I nearly peed myself when I took my first picture. I nearly crapped myself when I looked at the quality of it. I was sold, sold beyond any belief. I’m now set for life. I have a laptop, I have a camera, and I’m good to go. I spent the new few hours reading, clicking, and just playing with the camera. You cannot understand how long work went that night. It felt like it droned on, all I wanted to do, was go home and use my camera. You honestly have no idea how much fun I’m having at this point. I’ve never owned, or really played around with a camera of this quality, and I couldn’t be happier. What I want though are people. I want people to take pictures of. I want to be able to play around with photos and make them look good. But I’ll digress until a little later on.

Friday the 13th. Black friday. The day before the new Nine Inch Nails album. I remember when that day used to hold some kind of importance back in primary school. Indeed it was Daryl’s (and Jess’ for the matter) birthday, but wasn’t it meant to be some kind of superstitious day. I decided that I was going to buy another camera bag, so I headed into the city and went for a wander. I went through the Mitchell Center and saw Daryl wandering around with a few of his work buddies. I dunno, nothing come out of that day, ‘cept for me buying a smaller camera bag! Boo-yah! I now have a camera bag that will hold an extra couple of lenses plus the camera, and a bag to just hold the camera for when I go out somewhere and just want the camera. I am content. I’m excited. I’m ready. Anyway, Daryl planned on going into town that night for his birthday, and I was going to tag along for a little while and head home (because I had to fuckin’ work.) Well, to begin with that plan slightly failed. While I was picking up Daryl from wherever he was, Jess was having a little get together at her house. Instead of town, we headed that way. I dunno, I wasn’t too excited about going into town anyway, so I wasn’t too fussed about not going. Besides, we were going tomorrow night.

Likewise last week, work was incredibly uneventful. However, I did manage to score the new Nine Inch Nails album. Fuck yeah! Year Zero! Prepare for some ear raping, unfortunately, I wasn’t going to be able to listen to it until I go home, but it was close to that anyway. I had enough time, to go home, rip the album twice (once for my ipod, twice for the internet) and jetset out of there to get Daryl. We were heading out tonight because a couple of weeks ago, Herrod and Glasby decided they were going to try and set up some kind of reunion (whereas we were all going to go out, eat food, get drunk and have fun) for some people from Dripstone. Well, apparently, in between when Herrod told me, and that night, there had been a whole bunch of other people hearing about it, but never making the effort to turn up. Didn’t bother me too much. To begin with, it was just Daryl and I and a whole bunch of kids from the grade below us. Fuck that shit. Eventually, Tim come along, and we had someone to talk too. Woo! Meanwhile, I’m taking random pictures here and there. To begin with, we started at the Tap and got a feed there, it wasn’t too bad there, but Daryl and I were having a hearty laugh when we find out that 99% of the kids there weren’t over 18. Brilliant. Score one for the old folks. Around 10, it was slightly decided that we were going to head to Duck’s. On the way there. Ha. Like any street in Darwin, there are those bunch of coons sitting on the gutter hitting sticks trying to make money. Daryl, Tim and I were all walking on that side that they were sitting on, and Tim being the unconfrontational person that he is, he wanted to cross roads. Fuck that, child! We continued walking, and just as predicted they wanted money (well, it didn’t help that I looked at them.) It’s the inevitable return of the smelly boong:

SB: “Hey man, you got 2 dollah?”
Me: *pats pockets down* “Nah, shit man. I’m out. But. You. You got smoke?” *smoking motion*
SB: “Hey you got…” (speechless)
Me: “Smoke? You got smoke?”
SB: “Oh, nah, nah. No smoke”

Cruel? Yes. But who cares. We continued our walk to Duck’s and we had apparently lost the rest of everyone else at a corner. I turned around while Tim and Daryl stood there waiting. On my way back though, I was going to have to confront the same smelly boong. Well, I got to the cinema, and apparently they had a fight (uihh.. whoops) and the guy was walking away, towards me. He kept going, and I noticed his lady-she-man friend was climbing through the bushes. The bitch grabbed a handful of rocks. Not small rocks, but large pebbles (six of one, half a dozen of the other.) Either way, if you got hit in the head with one, it was bound to hurt. Everyone else walking around them was gasping and all shocked. Me? I was laughing my fuckin’ ass off. I was walking backwards and saw her throw this handful of rocks at the poor guy. Smack. Hit him straight in the back. Oh god. That created more laughters, and I’m laughing even louder, and harder than before. Uh-oh. He’s turning around. Time for me to leave. I returned to Duck’s with a group in tow, and we were only in there for 10 minutes before it was down to the Deck bar for cheap drinks! Well, detoured via Kitty’s to get a free drink, and back to the Deck bar. Same deal, we sat around there chatting and decided it was about time to go to Discovery before they charged extra for nothing. We wandered in and stayed for another couple of hours, while having some awesome fun. In the meantime, I saw Jodie again, and got a fuckin’ awesome picture of her (I hate tooting my own horn like that..) Saw Boyd and a few other people, but that was about it.

Sunday come around and, Herrod, Tim, Daryl and myself headed off to see 300 (I decided it was good enough to go to the cinemas and watch it again.) Near the end, this woman behind us, decided she was going to get up and walk out for reasons I do not want to know. How did I know this? She was huge. She got up and I felt my chair being pushed forward. Oh god, I’m going to die. Wait no, she isn’t jumping on me, she wandered off down the stairs and I forgot about it. Until she started to walk back up the stairs. Holding the handrail. Breathing so hard I could hear her over “SPAAARTAAAAAAA”. I really feel sorry for fat people. I know that sounds rude, but it’d suck fat ass to be fat. The movie ended and it was another day over. Being the incredibly narcissistic bastards that we are, we were having a laugh about all feeling the same woman molest our chairs trying to get out. Well, we get to the door and I had this sudden urge to stop talking about it and talk quietly. I dunno. Have you ever had that feeling where you are talking about someone and find out that they are in the next aisle, or right behind you? Well, I got that feeling but didn’t want to look around to confirm it. Instead, I walked in front of everyone to force myself to look around to talk to people that way it wasn’t going to look so oblivious I was looking for a huge, angry, crying woman. Right at that moment two things happened. Tim decided it was a brilliant time to say what we had been saying again, except in an increased decibel level. And; she was there. Right. Behind. Us. I must have had a scared look on my face, because Daryl looked around and noticed too, and we were off like two little girls. I didn’t want to take any chances, I was out of there quicker than anything. I’ll tell you one thing, I do not want an angry, fat woman inspired by watching 300 “running” after me.

Since then, the rest of my week has been slightly uneventful. Uni started back up again, that’s about it. I have been taking random pictures of anything really, but I’m looking for things to do. I did however go out last night and take pictures. I went out tuesday or something like that and slightly wandered through town and took a couple of pictures, but they looked like ass. Instead, I went out last night and brought my tripod and my other lens with me. I felt like a righteous weirdo walking around at 10:30 at night, but I didn’t care. I went to the Esplanade and setup the tripod. Well, I managed to take a couple of shots, and about 2/3 through taking another one, who happens to drive through my frame? A police car. Oh god. Meanwhile, I’m taking a 30second exposure shot, I was hoping that there was enough time for the car to be in the shot. Unfortunately, it wasn’t, but they did slow down heaps, wondering what the fuck I was doing. Personally, I was hoping they would come over and I could take a picture of them, but no such luck. I packed up and started to wander further down the esplanade. I stopped at a little intersection at the footpath and was looking around and I see a peddy cab. Brilliant. I’m trying to fiddle with my camera trying to get the other lens on, it was too late. Instead, just as they go to me, they saw my camera and asked if I wanted a picture. Haha. Random and spontaneous? Eat your heart out. I went along with it, because the asked me if it was going to be published.

Random Peddy Cab Riders: “Are you from the paper?!”
Me: “Nah, just a local paper”
RPCR: “WOW! Is this going to be published!”
Me: “Possibly.”
RPCR: “WOW! Do you want to do an interview or something?”
Me: “Nah, it’s alright, I just want some pictures, if that’s okay”
RPCR: “SURE!”

At this stage, I was quite surprised at how happy people are to have their picture taken by someone random, let alone someone random in a Kmart uniform (fortunately, I think it was too dark for them to see that.) I nearly dug myself into a hole though. I had said I was taking pictures for a uni paper. Apparently, one of them went to the CDU. Fuck. I have to backtrack that lie. Right now. I slightly got out of that one and continued on my way. After that, I headed around to the back of Government house and I saw what would have been a pretty neat shot of the wharf down below, unfortunately the look out was already inhabited. Some fuckin’ bum had taken home to that little shelter thing. The funny thing? I didn’t end up seeing him until I was already on the lookout part, and not only did I see him, but I smelt the bastard too. Oh god did he smell. I had this urge to turn the flash on and BOOM, take a photo of him to wake him up. Unfortunately, I was walking around with my tripod and my bigger bag, so no way in hell was I going to be able to outrun and get in my car quick enough. I thought it was a wise move to decided not to. I headed home after that with no other thoughts of creativity or things to take photos of.

I want to start another list. Also, I want to start taking pictures of people. As of right now, no one has really volunteered. When I first bought my camera, I thought I’d like to do more macro shots (shots close to things) but after a couple of photos, I rather the more candid shots of people and their reactions. Pictures of non-moving objects (there is another way to say this, I just can’t think how) is easy, you don’t have to worry about things changing. But people. People are completely different. I’ve setup a gallery link for my photographs and I’ll upload the shots I think are the best to my deviantart page. I’ll probably post them here too, but I think it’ll be easier to send the edited ones to my deviantart and just link here. Either way, check both. I think that may be everything I can think of right now. Nothing else exciting happened, or is happening. But I do want people to talk to me about me taking their picture. I’m serious.