Tiring Of My Stuck-Up Girlfriend – Mad Chaos: May 3, 1998

Hello again, it’s me the humble ‘E’ listening to some cool tunes, but it’s not so cool tonight.  Let me start on this chapter.

MSP Cruise With The Boys

Let me start with yesterday.  Just after finishing on my Diary I kept on going with my pictures and art on the computer.

After that, Imad and Ali came to pick me up.  Not ready, it took me a couple of minutes before jumping in.  

From my house we had nothing planned for the night so we headed for Campbelltown.  From there we headed for an M.S.P, where after we headed for Woodbine McDonald’s.

At McDonald’s we sat around and talked to some people for a while and then some more people.  Hanging out there for around half an hour, we drove to Queen Street again.  That was most of the drill for the night, Queen Street and Woodbine McDonald’s because we didn’t have anything else to do.

Running Amok Around Town

The night started to get a tad interesting when we visited Woodbine McDonald’s again and then talked to a Lebanese friend of Ali and Imad.  Hearing that one of the girls in their group was picked on by a chick from Chevy’s, we jumped in our cars to look for her.  Three cars packed up.  

In my head I was thinking, “All of this just to spring up on a chick,” and it’s all for show.  

The guy we were talking to jumped in with us as we headed for Queen Street.  Parking at a service station there was no action happening, so we headed back to Woodbine.

The action for the night was we witnessed a car lose it around the corner because it was wet.  Funnily enough it was a dero Aussie woman (figures).  She looked like a stunned mullet when we approached the site.  The cops and a Tow Truck were there within ten minutes.  I was surprised.  

When that drama was over and we had a couple of laughs at their expense, we hunted the streets of Campbelltown for new faces and then headed home.

Imad’s Celica Breaks Down

The time was 12:30am.  Half way home and just off the highway Imad noticed that the motor’s temperature was extremely high.  Parking the Celica he turned the engine off and then the car conked.  Opening up the engine bay it started smoking out.  Stunned looks donned our faces as we figured there was no water in the radiator because it had leaked out.  For the next hour we waited for the engine to cool and then filled it up with water, also fixing the parts while we were there.

Also, because Imad has now moved into Ali’s house he was moving his pornographic material from his house and it was in his boot.  Ali popped out the books.  I noticed they were all the books that Imad and I rorted one day.  Probing deeper I found two movies, which I found were mine.  After that we got into a big discussion of pornographic material.  Then I borrowed the two movies.

Getting back to my house Imad tried to fix his car while I ran into my house and supplemented the movies I took off him with two of my other ones.  Imad and Ali then left for home, as I took down Penelope’s mobile number.

Lyssa Shares Party Stories

A couple of minutes later Lyssa called me and found out she was sleeping at my house for Saturday night.  An hour later she showed up from The Rocks in Sydney and told me all about her day.  Lyssa told me how she went to Toby’s party and he was shattered off his tits.  Toby ran up to her and gave her a big hug.  

Lyssa told me how Jermaine has cut his hair shorter than my undercut and he cut it just for the party.  I didn’t see the relevance in her telling me that though.  It was like she was comparing his hair to mine.  Lyssa told me how they wouldn’t let her and Penelope leave because they loved them so much, but eventually they left.  It took half an hour to say goodbye.

The girls then met up with Bielka and Delaney and then headed for the City.  Instead of going to a nightclub they headed for a bar at The Rocks in Sydney.  Lyssa called me when she was at The Rocks.  I told Lyssa about my dull night.  

I gave Lyssa some satisfaction last night before sleeping.  I made her happy but we stopped because of the fact that we were both tired and neither of us wanted to be doing the brink of the work.  It was either her or me on top and I was tired of being on top.  She was tired of the top too.  So it never worked out.  I gave her some handy pleasure, but got nothing much in return.  Then because we were both tired we went to sleep.

Tired Of Being On Top

Waking up this morning, Lyssa was still sleepy so I slept for a couple of hours more with her.  When I was fully awake I put the television on and then ran upstairs to get something to eat.  Lyssa didn’t want to eat any of my food (it wasn’t to her taste), so instead of getting stressed I made her a toasted sandwich.  

After we ate we started mucking around with each other on the bed, just mucking around.  We couldn’t do anything because when I would say it Lyssa would tell me she has to go home soon.  So we have had unfinished business since Imad interrupted us.  

Pleasure & Communication Breakdown

That leads me to say that lately, maybe in the past month or two we have been seeing a breakdown, not only in communication but also in pleasure.  

It seems that lately, things that Lyssa do that normally wouldn’t aggravate me will piss me off easily.  Like for example how I didn’t really want to make the trek over to her house a couple of days ago but I didn’t want to tell Lyssa that because I knew she would get shitty over it for no reason.  So instead of telling her that I want some space or couldn’t be bothered walking, I do anyway.  If the roles were reversed in this occasion, I never have that much of a problem.  

For example when Lyssa springs up things she is doing on the weekend a day before and breaks plans on a weekend we could have spent together or plans we have made, I don’t get angry.  I just make plans also.

When it comes down to who does the most favors in this relationship, well…  Lyssa couldn’t be bothered spending her hard-earned two dollars to catch a bus to my house or try to get to my house if there is an alternative where she doesn’t have to work as hard.  She would rather me walk all the way to her house instead.  

Lyssa Gets Stuck Up In Arguments

For instance, we had an argument today because she wanted to use the money I gave to her to buy herself some jewelry (a ring), to order a Pizza because there was no food in the house.  I told her to walk to the shops, which were a couple of minutes away but she wouldn’t have any of that.  She wanted pizza.

Even though I told her that with the same money she can buy a couple of day’s worth of food, she wouldn’t have it.  To make me feel bad afterwards because I made that suggestion, she called me back and told me that her and her brother were scavenging for money to buy some burgers.  Lyssa was so stuck up she didn’t want to use my money to prove a point where it was stupid that she was doing what I told her to do in the first place but to get back at me, sort of like reverse psychology to make me feel bad.

Lyssa left for her house this afternoon, Penelope gave her a lift.  Lucky for Lyssa because she wouldn’t have none of that public transport bullshit, traveling by herself, even though she does it to and from work.  

Working On Song Production

Between that time I have been working extensively on the computer and have been learning in a grand proportion.  Music is my wonder and I wonder if I will finish the song before taking it into submission next week.

Relive The Teenybopper Days

After having something to eat I was ready to start heading for Lyssa’s house at 7pm.  Giving Lyssa a call to tell her I was coming we got into a little dispute, that was about the money.  

Just before leaving Shawn and Ralf came over.  I thought they would stay over for a breeze and then I could get a lift to Lyssa’s house.  

Instead, we talked for about an hour.  Then they started reading the hard copy version of the first two months of my diary.  We had mad laughs out of that as we reminisced those days.  Those days seemed like yesterday when they were being read out.

We came across one day where we wrote Rhymes about the group we used to hang out with.  Remembering that the teenybopper song was recorded on a cassette tape somewhere we tried to look for it.  After some time we found the tape where Shawn, Ralf and I were rapping insults at the group to a beat and the tune of Bananas in Pajamas.  We laughed hysterically at the past.

Then we got an idea of pranking some girls on my wall for old times.  With that in mind I set up my phone to a microphone and through my computer.

Pranking Teenybopper Girls

The first person we pranked was Tabitha as Ralf talked to her.  With the computer we recorded some of the conversation and then played it back to her over the speakers.  It was loud enough for Tabitha to hear and she would stop in mid sentence stunned at what she was hearing.  After some dumb ass thinking from Tabitha she found out what we were doing and then hung up.  

Laughing our heads off we then called Natasha and it was my turn up.  The conversation was brief but I’m amazed at how dumb they are to stay on the phone and keep talking saying, “I’ve got to go now okay!”  Just go you stupid cows.  Natasha wasn’t that fun as we then called Phoenix.

Phoenix was the most responsive of all three calls.  As Shawn wrote things to say on paper and Ralf smoothly commentated them to Phoenix, I felt like an Audio Engineer, as I quickly had to record passages of the conversation, edit it quickly, cut and paste some things and then repeat it over the line.  We had mad laughs as we talked to her.  We also got her to bitch about Tabitha.  They are both having a fight right now as Tabitha done Rory and cheated on her friend sucking his dick and having sex with him.  So they aren’t talking, but it’s no skin off my back.

Lyssa Is Pissed Off Waiting

Lyssa called twice while I was doing all this.  I felt bad because I couldn’t really say how long I would be in front of Shawn and Ralf because I might have been asking them for a lift to Lyssa’s house.  So me towards Lyssa would have sounded rude but I couldn’t help it.  

I told Lyssa beforehand that when friends are over it’s not my fault that I can’t talk to her properly because they are in the room listening.  It’s not like Lyssa’s house because not everyone is in the kitchen when she is talking, so she has privacy.  I don’t.  

She hurt me by saying, “I know what it’s like to be dogged now.”

I couldn’t argue with her because I had people in my room.

So I was quiet until we hung up the phone trying to keep the cool with her, but it was obvious she couldn’t understand my situation and just wanted to get angry with me.  

Let me just say that Lyssa is very pissed off with me tonight as I didn’t go to her house to sleep.  I have a very good reason and that is because Shawn and Ralf came over and we got caught up reminiscing on the old days, also pranking some old favorites.

Once again, she wanted me to walk to her house at nighttime, no money on me, just to be with her.  I had no problem with it, honestly but when the hours rolled by and she knew I probably wouldn’t be able to make it, she was too persistent.  She wouldn’t stop making me feel bad for what I was doing and it wasn’t all my fault.  

I can’t say to my friends, “Listen.  Can you get out so I can go to my girlfriend’s house?  By the way, can you give me a lift?”

There Is No Point To Appease Lyssa

Lyssa went to bed angry at 10pm.  She asked if I was even going to bother ringing her tomorrow.  She made me so angry the way she acted like I don’t fucken do shit for her.  Like it’s the end of the fucken world if I didn’t make it to her house that night.  So many things were riding on me going over her house that night.  What’s the point though?  I get there, don’t eat because there’s no food, and because of the tussle we had on the phone about money, she won’t want to talk to me.

When I get there I will be tired from walking all the way injuring my sore ankle more.  She will be tired and we will both go to sleep early.  Lyssa will get up in the morning and I won’t see her until she comes back from College.  In that time I will travel back to my house anyway because there is nothing to do at Lyssa’s house except watch television and pester the cat.  So really, there is not much purpose of visiting Lyssa’s house tonight, but I can’t change the fact that she’s angry with me.

Getting Tired Of Lyssa

Really though… I’m getting fucken tired of her shit, always nagging at me and biting on my ankles because I don’t do things the way she wants.  

If it’s not her way then there is not much chance of another way without hassle and argument, and that includes sexual behavior.  When I am willing to try something new, if she doesn’t like the idea of it she won’t try it, no matter how small the cringe and no matter what it means to me.  I’m getting sick of her constantly reminding me how I don’t write her letters anymore and how I don’t love her anymore.  

Flash back into the past, what has Lyssa got, or done for me and then what have I done for her?  I might be conscientious to money flow and think it’s ridiculous to spend $20 on pizza for a night but someone has to worry about the fact that Lyssa’s mum isn’t here to lend a hand if she runs out of money.  

What if that did happen, she had drained her account of all money and couldn’t afford a train ticket for the week?  That because lack of planning, and she should be thanking me for the idea of saving emergency money in her account in case that happens.

Lyssa also uses me as a fallback in case her money runs out.  For example, when she was paid this week she already worked out what her money was going on.  All of it was going onto clothes.  Lyssa even wanted to borrow $20 from me this week because she wouldn’t have enough money.  Meanwhile here I am on Government pay trying to put my money into my overdue credit card, and here she is trying to take more money from me that she doesn’t really need to spend.  

Who needs to spend $200 a week on clothing?  Instead of considering clothing she should consider spending $20 on food for the week.  Because of her bad planning and getting angry with me when I mention money and how to use it efficiently, her cat will go hungry for the next week.  The cat is running out of food also and Lyssa won’t be bothered to buy it food.  Hopefully she will feed the cat this morning but you can’t be sure about that, can you.

Now that I’ve had a big bitch about the situation (I guess I have) I think it’s time to almost go.  I just have to say that Ralf and Shawn left just before midnight after Shawn was trying to chat up Phoenix on the phone.  They stayed over for ages.

They told me that they want my piano expertise so we could do a remake of “Won’t You Take Me To A Funky Town”.  The remake will involve rapping instead of the verses and the chorus will stay the same but more hip-hop and vocoding will be applied.  

I’m getting really tired now, starting to get blurry vision, so it’s almost time to sleep.