Dan's Journal

Tue, 07 Nov 2006 08:54:09 GMT

My teachers want to know when I'll be ready to start lessons again, and I still don't know.
For now, I'm content practising on my own, for both.
Both are extremely useful....but I'm not confident in either my sorcery or my kung fu right now.
I need to kick my own ass into proper training. (how many times have I said that!)

Time for a run.

Mon, 06 Nov 2006 11:23:47 GMT

Worked downtown. My sugar momma is absent, and so is my love. I propositioned the ex, but I doubt that'll pan out.
Far too lazy to go out and look for a girl, of course.
I miss my beautiful gypsy girl...I want to steal her away for a week when she returns.
I've been smoking again. Drinking, far too much. But I'm happy.
Went all out on the weekend. Took many strange intoxicants and had a ball.

Back

Sat, 28 Oct 2006 15:24:20 GMT

I'm full of aches and pains from the training I've been doing over the last few days.
Feeling good, though. Still trying to quit drinking and smoking...not having much luck with the former.
And I'm now officially a toyboy. She's lovely...takes care of me.
I've also got another 'girlfriend', but I don't expect that to last long.
No more horribly unsuitable/unstable girls. For now.

Love

Thu, 19 Oct 2006 03:14:09 GMT

I'm still alive.

Awesome day

Tue, 22 Aug 2006 09:06:52 GMT

Got up early, worked out and trained kung fu.
Hung up kung fu flyers around town.
Visited the coffee shop before work, and the cute girls in there gave me free cake.

And I have to meet my girlfriends father tomorrow....so I'll enjoy this happiness while I can.

flattered

Tue, 15 Aug 2006 10:37:27 GMT

She wants to figure me out.
I'm flattered, maybe more than I should be.
Everything is peachy, but...

I've been working out a lot, and drinking plenty of herbal teas. I came up with a recipe that seems to turn me into a raging cock-monster. So, now all my man-friends want me to make it for them.
Being in demand is just fine with me.

all healed up

Sun, 13 Aug 2006 10:45:04 GMT

I'm back, better than ever.
A weekend of music, rum, sex and friends seems to have sorted me right out and I'm back on top of the world. When you're glowing like I am now, you become the warm little centre that the life of this world crowds around.

And my hand is better, so I can start training properly!

Out of order

Mon, 07 Aug 2006 06:21:14 GMT

The black mood is here, so I won't be attempting to communicate until it passes. I'm out of order, if you like.

Sun, 06 Aug 2006 08:32:13 GMT

I've been going off the rails, lately. But I'm okay. DK, I'm really thinking I should come visit you sometime in the next few weeks.
I need to get out of town for a bit, clear my head.
Won't be able to use my left hand for a few weeks, not 'till it heals properly. drunk+hand+glass=lacerations.
.....

Tue, 01 Aug 2006 15:39:42 GMT

I work in a sushi bar. Every single type of roll has a sign, clearly displaying the contents and price.
But......I still get people who come to the counter and ask:

"unnnnhhhh what's in that one? unnhhhh"
"is that the price for one? *grunting noises* "
No, fuckwad! you get seven rolls for that price!
and so forth. Now, I will admit that our sushi is expensive. At $3 to $3.50 a roll, we're probable the most expensive sushi joint in the northern rivers. But we're the ONLY sushi joint in Lismore, so.....suck it. Suck it, and pay your damn 20 cents for wasabi, you cunts.
And that's the other thing I hate. See, I'm a retail employee. I can no more change the prices than I can make the moon change colour, or dance for your amusement. So there's no goddamn point complaining to me that you have to pay for your damn wasabi (which EVERYONE charges for). Once again, I'm RETAIL STAFF. Not only can I not change the prices, I also don't give a monkey's left nut. I'm not paid enough to care. (okay, I am, but I still don't care)
"I want that one, hurrrrrrr" *smears greasy hands on glass counter*
Fucking say it! It's not some unpronouncable japanese word, it's goddamn BEEF! Can you say beef?

The people in this town make me want to cry, I swear.
A tip for everyone: make life difficult for retail staff, and they will hate you. they will also try and fuck you over, charge you for everything that they can. Be a nice pleasant customer.....and they'll 'forget' to charge you for stuff. You'll brighten their day. And mine, because we're all connected by psychokinesis. And beer. Yes.

Repair work.

Mon, 31 Jul 2006 06:51:12 GMT

Got myself a proper, full body massage. Was recommended "schuessler tissue salts" nerve tonic combination 5. It's got lots of phosphates...or something...in it. Good for energy levels.

And it's Yin week, so no training 'till next monday.

lashing out

Sun, 30 Jul 2006 13:14:28 GMT

Huge personality shift, I've been lashing out at everyone. Angry. Flashing teeth, etc.
I had an alright weekend though. Stopped a drunk 15 year old girl doing something she would have regretted (with someone who wouldn't have cared), stopped a friend with a big mouth getting slammed by 6 guys. When it comes right down to it, no-one really wants to be hit with a piece of wood. What I hate more than the violence though, is the posturing. The trash talking. Wankers.
Felt good not resorting to violence. Kind of.....clean.

And tomorrow it begins again. Work...customers...idiots. Until next weekend.

fragmented

Sun, 23 Jul 2006 14:13:33 GMT

Had a fire twirl last night. Got trashed. Pubs. People. Etc.
I really feel like shit. I feel fragile, like I'll break at any moment and I don't really know what to do about that. I've been giving out the worst energy lately, and people have been picking up on it. I'm like poison right now.
The black mood is rearing his ugly head again, so.
No more drinking.

Training

Fri, 21 Jul 2006 05:39:45 GMT

In addition to the 2.3kg ankle weights I wear to work, I now have a pair of hand clenchers.
Finding more and more sneaky ways to train at work...without frightening people.

easy

Sun, 09 Jul 2006 13:48:27 GMT

When you're all tired out from a long weekend of drinking, and the stoners have eaten all your food;
get together a whole bunch of fresh vegetables (pretty much anything that doesn't need to be cooked),
chop them all up and put them in a bowl.
Add soy sauce and ketjap manis to taste.
Awesome.

Mon, 03 Jul 2006 14:01:49 GMT

Spent the weekend on the coast. Good fun.

Tue, 13 Jun 2006 10:52:06 GMT

I'm 21 years old today.

Fri, 05 May 2006 13:41:29 GMT

Rudeness is the weak man's imitation of strength

- Eric Hoffer

mfp

Sun, 09 Apr 2006 11:37:28 GMT

Why is it that when I'm drunk, I understand everything perfectly, but am unable to express it? And why is it that when I'm sober, I understand everything, but I'm unwilling to explain it?

Ahh, the trials and tribulations of an alcoholic who thinks he knows everything. Truly pitiful.

The truth is, I know a lot. But it's far from everything. In fact, the more I learn, the more I realise I don't know. And the more I know, the more I realise that most people don't WANT to know.
Why? Because reality is harsh. Harsh, like raw alcohol on a skinned knee. Harsh, like something that makes you flinch when it's mentioned.
What can you do? Once you know things, you can't very well pretend you're ignorant, anymore. It's like learning to count - you can't look at anything without counting it, ever again.

And there's not many people who know what *I* know. 'cause generally, I don't tell people. There's only one person who knows when I started to question everything, and he....well...we don't speak anymore. And over a girl, of all things :P

Funnily enough, there's only one person who's stuck with me since then. A man who's been my mentor, my friend and my enemy.... But I'll always be indebted to him, for all the lessons he's taught me over the years. Here's to you, Wolfie - like it or not, you're partly responsible for the person I am today.

HA!

blogthing

Mon, 13 Mar 2006 11:09:04 GMT

You Are The Sun

You represent the best of life - vitality, success, and and truth.
You tend to have a strong, centered, balanced personality.
Inspiration and discovery are your fortes. You are very mentally strong.
A talented mind, you tend to excel at math, philosophy, and music.

Your fortune:

As well as you have done in the past, the future is going to be filled with more success.
A new creative project is coming your way. Feed it, and it will grow into something huge.
Great riches, recognition, prosperity, or happiness is coming your way.
And it's possible that a fantastic vacation, or a new baby, is coming sooner than you think.

What Tarot Card Are You?

Sun, 05 Mar 2006 12:25:15 GMT

It's been raining a lot lately.

Wed, 18 Jan 2006 08:38:04 GMT

Hmm...In the last couple of weeks, I took up smoking again - then quit, got blind drunk and had my drink spiked, worked untill I felt like I was going batty, had strange disturbing dreams, trained kung fu, trained in Japanese swordplay, pumped a whole lotta weight on the benchpress, and played a very addictive game called fable which I'm now over.

And I still haven't sold that DAMN TICKET!
But I'll get over it...*breathes deep*

Sat, 24 Dec 2005 10:30:18 GMT

Merry Christmas, everyone. Here's to forgetting your troubles for a day.

wow

Wed, 19 Oct 2005 01:11:15 GMT

She doesn't care much if I drink, or get into fights. She does both more than me.

A friend is concerned about me; concerned that I was drinking and taking drugs, getting into fights and generally taking a trip on the downward spiral. I'm not that bad! So, I go out and get real drunk and make everyone scared once in a while. That's not so bad... I think I seem much worse than I am.

Kung fu is going well. Now that the boxing bag is hanging up again I can practise my hits, and boy are they getting powerful. I still want a wooden training dummy though.

And now I'm off to train...'cause practise makes perfect.

stars

Wed, 14 Sep 2005 13:01:14 GMT

dear diary,

I've been knocked in the head many times, in many different situations. But I've never seen stars, not until tonight anyway. I had a spar with my brother today, I got hit in the back of the head (neither of us is sure how), the temples a few times, jaw, in the ear TWICE, and a nice blow to the eye which is how I saw stars.
I wailed him pretty evenly.
When I went and saw 'Troy' I heard a lot of people saying that brad pitt's jumping stab thing would never work.

Well it does. 'Nuff said.

tomorrow, my hair will be gone.