If ever there were a night where everything could have been crammed in, tonight would be the night. Some of the things that Ali and I encountered tonight on our night out you would have to have been there to believe it.
Phone Lyssa At Work
Friday morning, setting my alarm for 1pm I wanted to wake up and call Lyssa at work. Somewhat tired, I slept until I woke once more 45 minutes later. Dialing Lyssa’s work, I found it convenient for her to be on reception. Sounding posh as she answered the phone with her put on voice, I said hello. Then we carried on from there.
Not very attentive, I can’t recall our conversation, but I gather we talked about tonight and what was happening. Lyssa had to leave reception after ten minutes, so we said our good-byes. Then it was time for me to plan the day.
Write A Chronological Poem For Dedications CD
Feeling enclosed sitting in my house all day, I decided to travel to Campbelltown. The reason being, last night before I went to sleep I finished writing up a chronological poem, well sort of an ode or letter you might say on the page with the past Rose. Writing in very small letters to fit two pages of normal writing within, I used French Scripting. Because it was so diminutive, I had to find out if the lettering was visible once printed.
So, last night I was working on the CD Cover. When I was done, I saved the work onto some floppy disks ready for the next day’s printing.
Make Inquiries At Centrelink
Preparing the floppy disks and the stupid computer game I wanted to exchange on the way to Campbelltown, I chucked on my fairly warm jumper and headed my way.
Stopping at Bradbury shops, I looked into the video shop to see if any workers were there from last time I bothered them. Both of them were there last time. Thinking this was an irrelevant time to return the game, I headed my way to Campbelltown.
Thinking I would stop at Centrelink to ask about my form and group certificate, I knew it would be closing soon, as it was almost 4pm.
Printing Out On Library Computers
Knowing I would be too late for Centrelink I made my trek straight for the Library. Not wasting any time (except for that in line because reception there is so incompetent) I jumped onto a computer with a mission. Scoping out the place, I brought up the images on screen and began printing the side with the writing.
Upon receiving my printouts, I noticed they were quicker to print and less soggy as they usually are. The small ‘French Script’ letters weren’t easy to read but you could make them out, even with the library’s printers, so there shouldn’t be that much of a problem once I have them printed at 5000 DPI in Parramatta.
When it came to print the other side of the CD Cover I encountered a floppy disk problem. Having to place another floppy disk in the disk drive, the disk wasn’t readable. So solving my dilemma. I decided not to print the other side.
Spending only twenty minutes in the library I rolled up my work. Upon paying for the prints I promptly walked outside.
Rent Myth – The Fallen Lords For PC
Walking past the pools on the way home, I found it easier that way than the usual route past Ralf’s house.
Reaching Bradbury shops I wanted to see if I could exchange my computer game. As I was walking to Video Ezy I noticed that little bugging twerp that reminds me off that little kid from ‘Hey Dad’. Trying to be nice with him for ten minutes, I could just justify the mood by saying “He’s only a little kid.” But, he is, so that wouldn’t make much sense.
Walking into Video Ezy with the same people as in the morning I made my plea. Once again I was allowed to swap the computer game. This time Myth was once again within the ranks. So I rented Myth – The Fallen Lords, knowing it would be a good play.
Inspecting The Dedications CD Cover Folder
Making my way home I started to cut out the halves for the CD cover. Because the paper at the library is only A4 and the length of the covers are 48.4 cm x 12.09 cm (which folds out four times), I had to halve the lengths to fit them onto A4. So, when I arrived home, I cut them both out and then pasted them together.
As everything now comes together in the last week or two of this CD, remarkable breakthroughs have been made. The covers look excellent, the songs are instinctively beautiful and the vibrancy of the package is outstanding, on my terms anyway.
There are only a selective few steps left to do. Properly printing the covers, screen-printing the CD in grayscale, using voice overdubs for the last track and then burning three CDs are among the most important last factors of this CD.
Today I realized that I could stick the prints I’ve already made of the back onto the prints I’d done on Friday. Activating the plan, I’ve just finished up and it looks great, pretty much professional. My only hopes are that 5,000 DPI will give out much better quality than what I’ve had printed so far.
Short Chronicle For CD Cover Book
Well, right here on my computer about three days ago, I devised a plan to write a short passage for each important date and place it where the ‘Past’ page is. Looking ugly with the song names that it had there, I started work in the late hours of the night.
Just looking back in my entries for this month, I was shocked to find that my inspiration to write these passages for each date was derived from a passage late on the 2nd of July. Obviously not reading the whole month, I realize that I could have browsed through my Diary one day later (like last Thursday) and began my idea.
Whenever it was, an extensive search would probably find your answer. Whenever it was, let me print it in my Diary for future reference, my intricate and perplexed wording, which explains my point of view regarding those significant dates.
As time etches a reality into my existence, so to a biography of the past, the present and forth to come, the future of the relationship between you and I as seen through my eyes.
Thus, bringing to thee, the Chronicles of our time…
February 1st 1997 The girl that was non existent and only reality within my fantasy. As she walked in her silhouetted blue dress across my vision, towards my life to be and into my reality. Where our fate was definitely uncertain, fate would eventually bring us together and undermine an indecisiveness uniting our existence.
February 21st 1997 Like a burden had been lifted from our shoulders, nervous with anticipation, our moment had surpassed the inconceivable. Embrace the beauty, a shrouded nightfall obscured by glistening stars, staggered transversely through the sky and our presence, sitting aloft our domain of shaded green touching lips.
March 11th 1997 Virtue of the mind and adolescence of the body were lapsed from consciousness amidst an ocean saturated with passion. Incentive as that would be to seduce the mind and produce a tide of incessant events, touching lips would lead to another, accentuating our feelings toward that moment. Enticing was the sensuality, diffidence became evident and compassion would lie within a breath of faith.
March 14th 1997 Justifying my emotions within words to hold within, sentimental in value. Artistry weaving an intricate web, within a room lit by only one candle, within you one flame, never to be extinguished. Remembrance enlightens an entrapped mind as warmth surrounds the entity as it began with the letter ‘U’.
March 16th 1997 Powerful as the day preceding, where we once sat calm and as serene as the essence of our surroundings, shaded by oak and leaves, so to was our immense awareness that night as we sat down. Unforgiving, these emotions coupled with confusion and pride isolated our thoughts. Pride did emanate, literature persisted and my small but significant battle was won ending abruptly upon the fiftieth day.
March 22nd 1997 As desolate as our remaining days of remembrance, silence and then solitude were embedded within a bleeding Rose. Do my hands bear pain, does blood manifest… Even though I know, still I must go as you fade from my eminent past and I wipe these tears from my eyes.
May 11th 1997 On my mind all the time, far from the infamous cries of fifty suns and an equal amount of darkness, faith was crushed, so alone waiting upon your call. Working within the first chapter of my dedications, irreversibly cold was the silence that had been left to grow long. Old tradition was lost and deeming it significant tradition would once again precede.
Now that you understand I shall continue with my normal chronological explanation of the days passed.
A Premature End To The Story
Here I shall finish my story, for the meantime so I can get myself some sleep. My eyes are tired from catching too much gas emissions from Ali’s engine bay. Without having really written a page, let me just end by saying our night was splendid and exhausting. When I get the chance, I will comment about it.
Lyssa Wears A Morbid Outfit
Just before I go also, Lyssa wore a skirt tonight as she told me she might. All in black, she looked fairly morbid, but I think she was wearing the new black dress she bought for the hotel but didn’t end up wearing, except maybe for a photo. The split came up fairly high. It didn’t seem like the girls wanted to talk to us but came over to the car. Lyssa was drunk, so was Penelope. I think they were the only ones in the nightclub by themselves.
Tonight, Lyssa looked like she was in the mood to get onto guys. God knows she looked good enough to be swept off her feet. That’s not really any of my business if she was (besides, look at me) but I have a right to be angry at how she never wore a skirt for me and then when we’re through she’s wearing one with stockings. Considering the temperature being well below zero, why did she even bother?
Lyssa isn’t going out tomorrow because the night fell through, so she’s going to be just as bored as I am.
Well, it’s time for me to sleep now, goodnight.
Diary Of A Mad Chaos is a daily diary written from March 1996 until today, of which individual books and book series have been created, namely “The Lost Years” an exploration of young, entwined love, the “Wubao In China (猎艳奇缘)” book series which provides an extensive comparative analysis of the cultural differences between Eastern and Western societies, and the book titled “Foreigner (华人)” an exploration of race relations in Australia.
