Taste of Blood: The History Remix

Hmm, my posting on here has become rather... sporadic. However, I had a pretty good weekend, and I can write about it, and I want to write about it, so I probably should write about it now.

Ok, so the background is as so. Jess was coming to Leeton for the weekend to see my grandmother for her 70th and to go to a 21st, so she decided to swing by and pick me up on the Thursday. This account goes from Thursday evening to the present.

Thursdays trip home was interesting. Jessica makes unbelievable time with that car of hers, moving almost suspiciously quickly for someone I couldn't catch speeding for a second. Still, I had to endure a few cigarette flavoured moments during that trip which wasn't my favourite moment of the weekend, but I can deal I guess. We got back to Leeton early, bought chocolates and smokes (great combination) and went and saw Nan. It was nice to get to actually see her on her birthday. After that, we went into town to find some food and managed to get fish chips for dinner. The lady at the store was really nice and gave us tonnes of free stuff because she was about to close. I was really happy about that. Unfortunately, it wasn't very good. Still, it was a nice night. We both retired early.

Friday was kinda fun-filled. I got up heaps early for a haircut and went into town. There seems to be little pulses of life creeping thier way back into my hometown and I'm thankful for it. Perhaps the rain helped to wash away a lot of the negativity which was drowning the place. I'm sure I've read somewhere that it can have that effect. Still, it had a nicer atmosphere than last time. Haircut polished off, I travelled back home to my usual morning hangout for breakfast, the Gralee store, only to find that it's closing permanently in two weeks. That was a big blow. That store has been around for my entire life, and I've grown up with it's wares. Every day we bought our bread and milk from there, and I would always get lollies and ice creams there as a kid.

I struggled with some memories of the place for a while, managed to connect to a very strong sense memory in the place, an ability that is getting stronger and stronger for me. It took a long time to leave that store.

Headed home after about two hours up the street and at the store and my dear sweet cousin was still snoring. So I managed to get fed and have a great convo with Nan before she finally unearthed with a charming fifteen hours sleep. Still, we travelled over to Narranderra later in the day, and I was unceremoniously dumped in the park (not entirely true, but creative embellishment is a wonderful thing) for about an hour while Jess went off to visit a sick friend. We then visited reles for the rest of the day and headed home for our first of two birthday dinners.

The Friday dinner was the low-point of my weekend. The food was fantastic, but I spent the entire night playing punching bag for my family as they enjoyed several jokes at my expense. To further that, they then immersed themselves in some of the most horribly racial conversations while we struggled over an ill-prepared birthday cake. Jess and I left early and I had another early night in total disgust.

Saturday picked things up considerably. I spent the most of the day with Iain, as Jess had to study for some impronouncable exam. I had a great day with Iain and bade him farewell to prepare for the second dinner of my weekend.

Saturdays dinner was equal top for my weekend. I prefer family friends over family one hundred percent of the time, and I was not dissapointed by the dinner that we had. I was entertained by the two Carter girls for the evening in various ways and really enjoyed myself. We went to the Soldiers club after dinner for some gambling, and I was once again inundated by smoke. I did however have a great time putting $3 through the pokies and winning absolutely nothing. In other news, I did manage to see an old school friend who is getting married and actually managed to be nice to her, a feat that Victoria picked up on and commented on how fake it was. Made me laugh that did.

Still after a night of music critiquing, bad gambling and lots of smoke, I travelled home feeling like my weekend was done. Wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong.

I was treated to a nearly spiritual experiance upon my arrival home and managed to lose almost six hours quite happily. Interesting evening it was, to be perfectly honest. I'm just looking forward to the end of the year, in so many ways.

Still, I returned home in the early morning, with far less sleep than everyone seemed to think I'd had and am now sitting here with a stupid grin on my face, despite the horrible cold. Nell's just posted and I'm lazy, so I'ma find a quote and sign off.

"When making a decision of minor importance, I have always found it advantageous to consider all the pros and cons. In vital matters, however, such as the choice of a mate or a profession, the decision should come from the unconscious, from somewhere within ourselves. In the important decisions of personal life, we should be governed, I think, by the deep inner needs of our nature."

-Sigmund Freud

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