Not Without a Fight.

A fair bit has been happening lately. I will have updates soon with a few more photos, but my phone is being a piece of crap and I can not get photos off it. Not that they are of any decent quality but yeah, modern technology, Blackberry "smart phone" my ball bag.

More photos.

A few more random photos.

Photos keep appearing from my drunk night, another photo of me way too intoxicated.
I took these two photos about a week ago. Yes they are photoshopped, basically I took two images one over exposed and one at a normal exposure then over lapped them, created a layer mask, rubbed out forground of propperly exposed photo to expose foreground so it was something other than black.
And is this really too much to ask for??? I'd like to hope not!

New Board.

Not that anyone cares besides myself and maybe my Mother because she enjoys seeing me happy but I got a new board. Shapes a bit different, its longer, nose is wider, wide point is higher. Rode it today I am hell stoked with it!!

Making friends! Making friends?

A few weeks ago I went to a house party/ house show. It was an extreemly fun and refreshing night. Upon arrival home I spotted little car from about 200 meters down the road and proceeded to laugh out loud alot!

Apparently I am not welcome...

New Photos.

Just a few photos I have taken over the last few days, nothing really good just mucking around.

All The Nights We Felt Alive.

The waves of late have been really fun but slightly lacking and I was looking and thinking about different aspects of life, and how, I seem to have pigeon holed myself into very few categories of the many aspects of the lives of so many people that surround me, after a few weeks of thinking about this and going out a few times it was put to me that I should get drunk. Not that the suggestion had not been brought forth so many times before, with me rejecting it with no intention or even remote thought of acting upon the suggestions . But on Saturday night after years of sobriety I decided it was time, and in a fantastic blur of glory it all came crashing down. With inhibitions lowered and my vocal tone immensely increased my night went a little like this. It started at the Prince with shots, way too many shots with a seemingly permanent drink stuck to my hand, before long I was in the street sucking southern comfort straight out of a bottle before heading to Fitzies. I proceeded to heckle Jesse at work, through glasses at him and spit on him, I was actually spitting on everything including myself. So many things were going on around me that I can't quite remember everything, a 50 year old man tried to fight me for wearing a hoody. I screamed in the face of my now current boss/ the owner of the pub we were drinking at for giving me more shots of tequila. I was screaming that I was intoxicated and that this was not responsible service of alcohol, two more shots of tequila down and I was feeling pretty good about myself. Finally 3:40 arrived and I am in a taxi on my way home. Pieces of the night are still falling into place but thats all that I have for now, besides lots of terrible photos!

The start of the night.

Drink number 3.Skulling Southern Comfort. I don't know.

I don't know.

Just before leaving time, which was probably a really good idea!

Western Homes and Eastern Hearts.

Living in Western Australia is an amazing experience so far but as each day passes I realise how much my heart belongs to the east coast. The more I think about it the more I draw the conclusion that I have no where that I call home anymore, I have the town I grew up in but I could not return there to live, Byron stopped feeling like home a long time ago and WA will never be home for any extended period of time. I draw comfort in the fact that the east coast will always hold my home though and when I do finally return that I may find it somewhere in between its two state borders. I am not sure what it is but there is just something missing for me over here, I am putting it down to memories of some of the best times of my life and the fact that I am missing all those people, places and times. "human intellect makes its own difficulties" Bacon. The thought of that allows me to be completly happy with past and present, but there is still a consistent nagging feeling of longingness for something that I can't put my finger on.

Constantly unchanging.

So alot has happened since my last post. I arrived in Geraldton where I spent a month of my life surfing small windy waves and reading in my room alone, while my house mates were up at 4:30 every morning and out the door off to work. The job I was after did not eventuate but that is ok because as things always seem to do it worked out better for me than I had initially planned. Leaving Geraldton I headed to Perth with prospects of a far less enticing job, after a week there and only one surf in the most pitiful conditions I had ever witnessed I realised I had a disdain for the city of Perth and it was time for me to leave. So I messaged Craig in Bunbury, another two hours south of Perth and asked if he knew of anyone with work, as it happens he did. I got the message on Friday, I left that afternoon and drove to Margaret River, my first visit there after five weeks in the state. Two days of perfect waves later I headed up to Bunbury and began work roofing on Monday morning. That work lasted for about a month with Brad before his normal grunt came back into the country and returned to work with him. I am now living in a new house with my former boss, looking for a new job to help fund a life style that seems to be the only invariable factor in my life.

Yesterday was a random day, I went to drop sunglasses off to a freind at work, she just happens to work at a travel agent, five minutes later I am walking out the door on with no doubt in my mind that I am heading over seas. Six hours later I have a ticket to Bali for $170 return after taxes leaving on the 27th of July.