as promised

Well then, so long and thanks for all the fish, tourists and free boat trips!

Late, but right on cue,

- Pary ζ.

high spirits

Looking back, I probably should be disappointed at what has transpired over the last few weeks, but I am steering more towards elation, and it's not because of drugs, I don't do that. I am 100% drug free, just ask the Olympic testing crew. The summary of these transpired events is as follows:

One.1: The Dive Master traineeship is no longer on my radar of "Things to do" or "Things I am doing" thanks to spending an hour in bed at 5:30am (not asleep...) with the cogs of my brain in motion, contemplating whether or not I should go through with the second "trial" that was offered by someone who apparently has staff with worse memories than mine. I decided not to and somehow convinced myself I didn't want to do it this time around anyway. I also managed to come to the conclusion that suspicious things occur on that boat, which is why everyone's memory makes a goldfish look retrospective. I would have thought I'd fit right in, but I must have forgotten to show up, just as they forgot who I was, which country they were in and why they ALL smoked.

Two.2: Fear of success? I checked Google and it turns out to be a real and valid phobia, which I now claim to have. Or at least I did, but I like to think I'm cured now, which means I have to get out there and succeed. What if I did? What if it isn't enough?? Too bad and succeed some more, pussy. Admittedly, I still think grand success is a scary thing - people start expecting things, then you could get caught up in your own success and become obsessive until you reach a stage where you ultimately fail. Much like gambling, I sup hoes. Nevertheless, I am what I am and striving to be what could and should be.

Three.3: Marriage. Hah, just kidding, I'm not staying for marriage, ladies, unless you have a VERY good offer I simply CAN NOT refuse. Until then, I'll enjoy (hot) backpackers, promiscuous affairs and Milo. All of the above? Now there's an off-her I simply CAN NOT refuse.

Intermission: I should point out that the first event is the only event referred to in the opening paragraph when I mentioned "transpired events" that should have lead to a feeling of disappointment. The other events (and those yet to come) are just part of the time between, where nothing happened but everything. With that clarified, stay in school, eat healthy and dress to impress yourself.

Four.4: n/t

Five.5: Townsville, brother, cousin and lots of alcohol. My brother and I took a 4-day trip down to the dirt patch they call Townsville and THEY call the capital of FNQ, which is like calling milk the flagship product of dairy (who cares?!). The bus ride down was far more eventful than the bus ride up, featuring Jade, the Cairns girl and Anita the German tourist with a cute accent. There were some rude american girls too, but nobody cares about them, or at least not as much as they care about their allocated seat numbers on a bus that's half empty. Now, without going into excessive detale, we were drunk for half of the holiday and by holiday I mean, for me, time not at home, as opposed to time not working. Vodka was my damage; Swedish vodka, the good stuff of Absolut in my honest opinion. During the alcohol periods, I had a complete moment of clarity and shaved to facemark the event, after which I proceeded to celebrate in town with cousin and brother, who was underage, but shutup already. We were testing the level of security, and clearly they fail, which worked out awesome. As awesome as some in awe can be.

That's it, there is no more; come once and leave with your hand prints on the door.

While I'm in a bit of a transpirational mood, I had a look through some old blog posts and noticed this as a comment:

I read over your blog, and i found it inquisitive, you may find My Blog interesting. My blog is just about my day to day life, as a park ranger. So please Click Here To Read My Blog

While I'm flattered to have a park ranger read my blog and take the time to leave such a well written and clearly authentic comment, I can't help but wonder how my blog can be considered inquisitive. I don't recall being unduly curious about anything, except maybe what it's like to have sex with a red head and a brunette at the same time, but never in the form of a blog post! Ignoring this, I have spent many a minute pondering what gave the idea I'd be interested in "just" the day to day life of a park ranger. Maybe if it mentioned the day to day life of kicking arse inappropriately or a park ranger with one arm and the ability to converse with nature, THEN I'd be a little interested, if not inquisitive.

Thanks Anonymous non-troller, you make me happy. I look forward to your next comment, because even if it's not really you, I will always remember you being unknown to me. Always, my friend.

Soaring,

- Pary ζ.

Waste a day, spend another,
Ask me how I am,
I'll just say myself.