Phone Fun

Hey there you 2-3 people that actually read this infrequently updated nook of the net.

This will be a small post. To get some random things out. Blegh.

So last night I deleted the inbox on my mobile phone. Looking at the tally of 2300 sms' and how it was taking nearly a minute for a message to pop on screen I think I made the right choice.

Though it was funny. Watching the messages as they disappeared into the ether I was able to track friendships, relationships and random miscellanea that have taken place over the last 2 years in the sentence fragments displayed.

It was weird, and it feels even weirder to say it but it feels like a weight has lifted off my shoulders. Nothing in there brought up bad memories but it was like I was holding onto the last two years in that folder, and while I'll never forget them (at least not till I'm 94) I feel like I can look forward a little clearer now.

Which is total tish because I've felt that way for a fair while, but when you can do something semi-physical or metaphorical to mark it... it's the exclamation mark to your realisation.

And now, here are all the messages I still have in my Drafts folder. Not all were written by me, no specific dates will be provided and some will be edited for brevity because just DAMN!

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Old Boy
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Mummys alright, daddys alright,
they just seem a little weird
(Note: I tend to jot lyrics for songs down in sms'. It's faster than finding the note application ok?)
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Late notice I know, but I've been sleepy... hooray for shit excuses!
(Note: Remember, this is the drafts folder. You can add lazy to the list then.)
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Swarm of locusts has descended on Hawthorn.
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24 mins till train. Should I come in?
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(32 blank messages to a random assortment of contacts. Good work Nokia)
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My dentists office feels like a Relaxation Spa. That or a really high class cult.
Either way I look and feel completely out of place.
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Is you alive? I have a vodka lemon k
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Have a brick
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I swear to god, if you're late for the same reason as the last two times I'm getting you spayed
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Jen AND NICK
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Hey, anyone want to go to the zoo when the baby elephant goes on show? I'm thinking we do it before his ears get big enough for him to fly away.
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Acceptable in the 80's
Galvanise the empire
Girl talk
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John Keats poetry
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Maybe drop by mine first.
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Random Ed Facts #325 & #7:
Everyday, I get a little more disappointed that my office doesn't spontaneously burst into song and dance.
And until the age of 16 I was afraid of Dragon Flys. I thought they could sting me. Imagine a Dragon Fly sticking out of your neck and tell me that that's not scary!
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(A message that is ended with *hug*. My testosterone stopped me from sending it)
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White jeans, pastel shirt, white tie with black silk printing... brown vest? Black would probably work...
(... your guess is as good as mine)
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365 burnley st
(when I thought I could afford a house in Richmond. Ha!)
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Aqua - Candyman
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I love you
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I like penis
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And thus comes the end of my "short" post. One day I'll learn. The following day I'll forget.

Till next time children!

- Sevy

You rang?

I know this will sound silly. Stupid, irrational and ultimately foolish (I'm in a happy place with my inner and outer fools)... but I just fell in love. And I will never see this person again.

It was a typical Tuesday night. Watching my favourite TV show with a friend when the doorbell rang. I was startled as I wasn't expecting anyone tonight (and everyone that comes over unannounced typically has keys) so curious to see what charity worker would feel my stingy wrath tonight I headed downstairs to the door.

Now, when greeted by a smile as warm as I found upon opening the door most men would be thoroughly disarmed. Mix in a face so sweet with skin of such a golden-hue that, like seeing the sun after an eternity in darkness, stuns you with its brightness and beauty... and they'd be lucky to only lose control of all bodily functions and fall into an intense "Pikachu" state of seizure.

Me?

I managed "Uh... hello?"

Smoooooooooooooooth.

She was breathing heavily. There was a large stand next to her she'd obviously been lugging around the streets. " 'ello" she managed as she regained her composure.

"I am a French art student, and I am trying to sell my artwork. Can I interest you in any of my pieces?"

Now, before I continue I need to point out two things here.

One: as you may have guessed, she was beautiful. And French. And yes, she wore a beret. And in no way did any of that come off as cliched. It just worked, and I was dumbfounded. Enamoured would also work here, but... it's me, and by crikey was I dumbfounded.

Two: while I was thrown by the above, I've become hardwired into a number of auto-responses over the years when people come to my door asking for money. 99% of which fall into the "Politely Bugger Off" category of response.

Which is how the ever eloquent "I'd love to take a look, but I've got bugger all money on me right now" came to pry its way out from between my lips. She smiled that awing smile again, only slightly awkward this time.

"I understand."

The portion of my brain responsible for love, romance and tequiladar (it's like gaydar but for tequila. If you have tequila, I will know about it. And likely drink it.) while painfully atrophied (tequiladar excluded) slowly fired neurons to my vocal chords.

"I'm really sorry. From what I can see it looks really good. You obviously have a lot of talent."

I wasn't lying. I don't lie about art. I can't.

It looked great. The picture up front was of the finish line at a horse race, filled with vibrant colours and a raw texture. Art history was never my forte but it's style reminded me of the famous painting shown in "Ferris Bueller's Day Off" of people at a park.

"Thank you" she blushed. "Well, I should..."

"Of course."

She heaved her collection back under her arm and began to leave. I blurted a "Good luck" and received one last blast of sunshine smile as she reached the driveway.

Not until I saw my friend off to his car 30 minutes later; not as I climbed back up the stairs from closing that door, nor as we finished watching the show; and found myself looking up and down the street did I realise... I am such an idiot! I should have asked for her number, invited her to dinner, bought some of her artwork (and not as a pickup attempt. Like I said, it was actually good.) and should have just been the both feet first, lead with my heart foolhardy twit that I am.

The terrible thing is I may not even remember this happened in a week... which just makes it all the more comedic and tragic. But it's been seven years since I believed that something as small as one ring of the door bell could steal my heart, and if a return to that belief is what I walk away with then I am not a poorer man for it.

And in the mean time, I'll leave a pair of sunnies by the door.

Just in case.


- Sevy

One-Sided Facebook Chats (Or How Ed Learned He Is Sleep Deprived)

9:40pm Edward

Still hat Facebok chat?
Hate
Fuk
FUCK!
I quit selling
Spelling
omg
I'm done

- Sevy

Waiting on the world t-Mr. Mayer, get out of my blog post!

So, other than making James happy this blog was meant to be an outlet for my writing and hence a prompt to properly explore that avenue of expression again.

And shit happens.

I'll be attempting to update more frequently and with short/short short/random stories mingled amongst news and how the planning for Europe is going (it's slow. Booking tix in next few weeks, and now likely going to Greece too. Jim, you are coming with).

I also have a story - more of a train of thought really - that's been floating through my head entitled "Mirror Ball". If I don't post soon, I'm sure there's an iPhone app that can remotely give me electric shocks as a reminder. "Sev-Fry"? "Edlectric Reminders"? Hmmm...

For now, I leave you with something that far greater (and likely impoverished) writers have said a million times over in infinitely more soul tearing, heartbeat skipping evocations.


Love is friendship. True love is friendship that can never be explained.


- Sevy

Speed... I Felt A Need For It

Intense.

It is a word I use now to describe the feeling I had Sunday when I took the opportunity to be passenger in a classic JAG as it tore around Sandown racetrack. At times hitting 240 kph. Yes, this may seem slow if you are 16 and live oh, say West of Melbourne. But for me it was a very, very cool experience.

I'll admit I thought the people there were going to be in the same league as American NASCAR fans ("YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!!!") but I met some of the nicest, knowledgable and downright passionate people I've had the pleasure to meet in a long time. It's a very open community of like-minded people, and may very well have pushed me to the cliff of "Rev Head"-dom.

Now, I'm not going to be diving in head first here. You won't see me listing off the specs of every car that passes me in the street. But I want to get to know my car better, inside and out. So yes, courses will be taken and books will be read. And soon I hope to be able to tune up my car whe she needs it. Fix her when she's broken a... a headlight? (I struggled for that. Better get cracking on those books).

And after I take a Defensive Driving course, have lots of spare money and have gained the requisite know-how, I honestly would like to investigate enthusiast car racing. I never thought it'd be on my list, but I'm learning more about myself every day.
(I ate seafood pizza on the weekend as well. And funnily enough, most people I know would find that to be the most shocking revelation in this post. Take that food palette!)

Learning. It's what the cool mid-20's guys do.

- Sevy

The test before the Fall...

Because everyone loves a test post right?

Jim... ... I'm baaaaaack!