Lyssa Hates Bryce
Well I have some good news and more good news. One, Lyssa hates Bryce’s guts because of what he done on Saturday night. Other good news is that the CD is now in full swing.
Reminisce In Mawson Park
This morning I left for Campbelltown at 11am. Reaching Campbelltown at 11:30am I put the photos in at the mall.
Having one hour to wait and nothing to do, I thought I would visit the site near the church in Mawson Park where the cannon is. That’s where Lyssa and I once sat together and had some fun times, now fun times I want to relive.
Upon walking there I came across Pari walking the opposite way. Only noticing him near the end, I said “Hello Pari,” sincerely and kept walking.
Some thoughts that crossed my mind while I was sitting on a bench near the cannon were about the CD, but in particular, I was hoping that Lyssa could rekindle our flame by visiting places we thought were special, like East Hills. The last time we visited there it was all over for our feelings, but when we get there again, it will all come back to us.
Saw Jett Outside The Mall
For half an hour I sat there resting. Then I made my way back to the mall.
In the mall I walked around for a while before collecting my photos.
Walking outside, I noticed Jett driving past on his motorbike. I thought to call out to him, but I didn’t want to call out. Jett was probably looking for me in Campbelltown, so I thought I would ring him upon getting back home.
Ideas For Lyssa’s CD
Now all I have to do is get the photos scanned at either Tatton’s house or Shawn’s house. The earliest I can do that today is at 4pm.
The photos came out exceptional except for the ones that Jett took. They were all fuzzy. Still, a picture had been forming in my mind of what the CD would look like. All I have to do now is have the artwork done on my computer and then printed when visiting ‘CD Rom Services’.
Lyssa Disgusted With Bryce
So Tatton was at work. Shawn is at the football game with Keith and Ralf right now. They are not coming back home until 6pm tonight.
Coming home, I thought firstly to give Lyssa a call. Even though I wasn’t tense, I was worried about what Lyssa would say regarding Bryce and her great night at this party. Rather, when Lyssa and I talked, she told me that the night at the party only got worse.
“The party was going alright until Bryce got drunk,” Lyssa started. “Bryce is alright when he’s not drunk. When he took me to the movies on Friday night he was just fine. But last night when he got drunk he was a skits! There were all these young girls that wanted to get onto him. He got onto most of them because he knew he could. I was disgusted with him!”
Lyssa was not only disgusted with Bryce when he was drunk, she went on to explain.
“He was saying vain stuff, like ‘Nobody understands me!’ I said to myself, ‘Okay, you’re a freak!’”
So luck and fate have been on my side to this point. How much more vantage shall I have?
The Medical Emergency
Lyssa jumped into another bad story from last night about her school friend.
“Last night one of my old high school friends slipped over out the front while he was drunk. He fell down onto the metal part of the car tire, the part that sticks out. He hit his head across it and split his head open. He even stopped breathing! Everyone was worried. I was so scared! I thought he was dead! His friends had to call a helicopter to airlift him to the hospital.”
That sounded pretty tragic when I heard it.
“What did Bryce do,” I asked.
“Nothing,” she exclaimed. “When the ambulance came I jumped into the back and went to the hospital with my friend. Me and his friends stayed with him for the night. Later, when I knew he was okay, I went back home.”
Bryce was too vain to even consider anything other than himself, kind of like Braxton.
I’d like to think that I’m the first guy Lyssa’s gone out with that actually cares more about her than myself, or sex.
Last night after the hopsital Lyssa invited her friends plus Aria to her house. When I called her last night, they were all there.
“What are you doing now,” I asked once Lyssa had finished sharing about last night.
“Now I am working on my project for college. Kieran says hello. Oh, I forgot to mention, I saw your friend Pari in Campbelltown today. He told me that he saw you in Campbelltown.”
All was coming out cool.
Cooking Up A Plan
Now the time is 2pm. My parents have left for Casha’s house or her sister to see the baby, so I’m home alone.
Jett is coming over in a couple of minutes.
Lyssa might be calling me later tonight.
Lyssa doesn’t sound too enthusiastic on the phone these days. Today it must have been because of the trauma she faced last night, but that will all change tomorrow night when I pick her up.
Tonight I might give her some clues as to what will happen. The only clues I will tell her are that tomorrow would be one year and three months of going out if we were still together, to make her think about us being together. Then I will make her sing the song “You remind me of something” so I can hear how cute she sounds and we can both have a laugh.
In two hours I will be ready to give Tatton a call so we can use the scanner. When Jett comes over he might know someone that can help me with a scanner, which would be helpful, but I doubt it. Since Jett has the inside story on my CD, I will let him watch as I prepare the CD on my computer.
Well, it’s about time to leave now, have myself something to eat, and then get prepared for Jett coming over. Next week we are going to the beach again for Saturday night, so that should be cool.
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.
