Hanging Out With Weston – Mad Chaos: July 23, 2004

After a due day of procrastination, we enter anew and embark on another small submission.  Socials catalyze an innate response of optimism in me.  I thrive on reassurance, and basic relations with people are a natural tonic for relatable depression.  

I have been around my brother and The Machine.  Then there was the call from Jasper to invite me over to his house this weekend.  I was also able to branch out yesterday from the inner circle of friends to make other plans, whose success I can thank my online profile for.  

I have a new tool to reach out to people, which make initiation periods more comfortable.  I can explore so much more online as well but for the sake of preservation, the writer commences his updated report.

The Volume Of Invention In My Head

I went to sleep at 11:30pm and woke up at 8:30am yesterday, thankful once more, as the volume of invention in my head was absent.  In theory, the volume of invention is caused by insecurities.  Peculiar, believable dreams invade me in those semi-conscious hours because of imminent pressures and deadlines, which have a psychological impact on me.  

The factor of dreams could also be a subsidiary of serotonin withdrawals, but the facts are that I have experienced fewer traumas in dreams.  I believe a main explanatory reason is because I have been able to isolate my deadlines and depressions.  

I for example have buried my wristwatch under a pile of clothes so as not to be reminded of its tone, which makes me more insecure in semi-conscious states.  I have also placed the writer in preservation mode, which has eased pressure as well.  I have had fewer socials and also managed to reform my life, which have all contributed to a securer frame of mind awake, as well as when asleep.  So for all these reasons, the volume of invention in my head was a relief carved into contemporary days, in hopes that it may be eroded away by the elements in months or days.

Living A Monotonous Day

I had such a monotonous drain of a day, which deserved to be destined for the scrap heap.  I watched news and had snacks here and there in an uncelebrated manner.  I had the heater on in my bedroom and was online, but preferred to laze around on my waterbed with a remote control in hand to watch television for a couple of hours, which was until midday, when I had kangaroo steak, pasta twists and peas with cordial for lunch.

The Simple Pleasure Of Guarana

I decided hours later at 1:45pm to escape the house and visit the local shops to purchase a drink of guarana.  I also planned to return the video but I failed to remember as I dressed in casual clothes and made my leisurely walk.  I had no fanfare anywhere.  I usually flirt with the females at the local supermarket, but I have returned back to the model of passive behavior where I am there to be served.

I for this reason was unfulfilled but nonetheless unbothered.  I came home happier because of the simple pleasure of guarana.  I craved pleasure to make me feel more fulfilled and guarana was the foremost basic pleasure.  I would otherwise have been depressed if I were in a financial mess unable to flex my fancies.  So even a sound, economic six dollars made me feel like I had options, which pleased me.  

I bumped into mom on the way back home as well.  Mom was on her way to the local shops to purchase a fabric spray to clean stains from her shirts.  We spoke for a minute and were back on our ways.  

Backyard Gym Session

When I arrived back home, I was in a vibrant mood.  I lazed around for half an hour.

Then I decided on a workout at 3pm, which was a simple caucus of decline bench press and incline bench press sets.  

I would perhaps have done more but mom came outside with a coffee and took up residence on the couch under the balcony, which disturbed my privacy.  I could have spoken to her and included her in conversation so it would not be as awkward to continue.  

I blasted the volume on the amplifier in my room to help motivate me, but in the end, six or so sets were enough.

I was happier as I came back inside afterwards.  

MSN Messenger Chat With Lali 

I jumped online at 3:30pm and spoke to Lali on MSN Messenger.

Her first words were, “Where was my visit?”  

“I had to postpone it,” I wrote, “and I thought you’d be a bit scared if I showed up so soon as well.”  

Lali was skeptical.  It sounded to me in our whole conversation that she had a complex all her own.  Lali is eighteen now but she lives back in the past when she dated her gorgeous lesbian friend, and she also had me.  

I could sense she was in the middle of an identity crisis, where she believes she is worthless and unpopular.  So I flirted and called her a fox, which buttered Lali up and opened the doors for me to entertain the idea of another sexual rendezvous.

I initially planned for next week when my allowance arrives, but as Lali informed me that her dad would be back home possibly by the end of this weekend, it forced me to decide on whether sacrifices for wholesome sex after so many years was more important than incumbent priorities.  I knew Lali would be back in the local area in a week.  I would be able to invite her over to my house.

A whole empty house with a horny female is an opportunity that should not be passed up.  

I would be too embarrassed to bring her back to the slums of my own bedroom anyway.

I never made a promise to Lali but I said I might call her tomorrow, where we will plan a sleepover.  Lali has to be at school until five but her mobile phone will be on in an hour or so when she has lunch.  

I could sense that Lali was self-conscious as well.  If she interpreted my sarcastic words as insults, she would lash out on the offense, like a snake ruffled.  Lali was self-conscious because she still smokes cigarettes and she assumed I would be bothered, which I never was.  

I also joked, “When I arrive, you’ll turn up to your door in a bikini.”

That heralded the response, “How about a bra and little black boxer shorts.  I do not have a bikini.  Is that good enough for you?”  

I said, “Whatever makes you comfortable.”

I added that Lali would be fine naked, but she also scoffed at this.  

She made me worry when she said, “I am fat and heavy now.”

I like Lali because after only one sexual liaison, I can be so candid to her.  I spoke to Lali some more after we made plans, as she showed me nostalgic pictures of her past.  I asked Lali to send me a picture of her but it was rather suspicious how Lali had to leave a sentence or so later.  

Louse Invites Me Over

I wanted to know if a trip to see her today would be worthwhile and if we would connect, because it has been years, as after all, I have committed to a sleepover.  I am somewhat selfish to choose a sleepover because I want someone beside me in bed to cuddle.  I presume Lali anticipates the same release because she was over the moon when I invited myself over to sleep.  

I will have to see what happens now.  I have several options but sex seems nicer.  I have five dollars or so, which will cover a train ride to Minchinbury and back.  I wonder if she will have an attitude because of her complex if I decide to visit her, or if we will have unrivaled, feral sex.  

I think I will visit her even if I know it is a touch desperate of me.  I can find a more wholesome relationship if I am out there to advertise more often, but for now I may have to settle for Lali because she comes easy.

Weston Comes Over

I also spoke to Weston online for fifteen minutes.  I invited him to come over for a workout, despite how I had exercised earlier and was tired.  I was pleased he never saw the insomnia spree of last weekend as symbolism for him to leave me alone.  

In any case, an hour or so passed.  Then Weston came over to my house.  The time was 7:30pm I recall, as we entered my room and centralized around the computer.  

I showed him some music.

“We now have broadband internet in our house,” he explained.

We also talked about Married With Children the TV show.

“I would be able to copy some Married with Children episodes for you,” he offered.

So our friendship moves on selfless favors.  I copied over a hundred songs for him onto a compact disc. As we waited for its twenty-minute burning duration, Weston worked with the abdominal roller, and we spoke.

I was surprised to hear that Weston is miles more of a freak than me when it comes to pornography.  

“I have a porn collection with over fifty movies,” he shared.

“How did you get so many porn movies,” I asked.

“There is a syndicate of people in a forum online that I swap porn movies with,” he said.

I was dumbfounded to hear these stats.  I wanted to include the history of my days and a dozen or more porn movies stolen in my early teens, but it never arose.

Visit Weston’s House

After an hour at 8:30pm we decided to visit his house, which was new to me.  Weston suggested we head over in an offhanded way, so there was never any pressure.  I would normally have worried about all his little brothers and then discussions with his parents, but in a saner world, I was never bothered.  

I threw on black polyester reflector stripe pants and my gray and blue hooded polyester zip-up jacket. Then we walked the hundred or so steps in cold weather to his house.

From the outside, his house looks ramshackle, so I assumed the inside would look just as poor.  Instead, I was impressed once we entered inside.  

I remember I was confronted by a plasma television, where all his brothers played the X-box.  I was introduced, but like usual kids, the game console seemed more important.  

Meeting Weston’s Brothers

More premium commodities met me when Weston showed me to his bedroom.  I commented on how small it was, but luxuries like an enormous television, a decent stereo system and a computer with a flat-screen monitor impressed me.  He was an example to all his brothers because his job paid for all this.  He now has broadband to celebrate.  He jumped into his computer chair, and like me, centralized himself in his own world.

I recall one of his brothers came into the room and remained with us until he was ordered to his bedroom later.  I know his little brother as a troublemaker.  He never throws stones but he knows the art of how to harass people with persistence.  He also picks on ,kids so I never showed him too much attention.  I asked him questions and found out he was in the sixth grade.

He would say, “I know you because I saw you once ride down the road,” when I see the pest all the time.  

I liked how he knew me as the kid with the knapsack.  

“I always see you with it on,” he said.

I added, “I never use it as much anymore.”  

This little kid was curious to see me there.  He liked how I pulled faces while serious and composed.  I had the hood over my head for the whole time there, so I was said to have looked like the devil, I assume because I have not shaved for weeks.  I have allowed my hair to grow and I shampooed the day before.  

I believe I handled the little brother well.  I saw another side to him.  He seems to be very curious and impressionable to either charismatic or eccentric people.  I have no idea which one he considered me to be, but in any case, he was hurtled out of the room for bed an hour later.

Weston Shares MSN Messenger Hacks

While I was with Weston for an hour, he impressed me even more when he showed me nearly a hundred contacts on his MSN Messenger list.  I never abandoned decorum to sound amazed.  More or less, as Weston spoke to friends online, I realized most of the people on his list were sluts he found in special searches on MSN Messenger.  

He showed me a picture of an adorable chick and her boyfriend, and said she was one of the people he was able to interest when he saw her profile and decided to contact her.  I was fascinated to learn this new industry secret and was keen to implement it at home.  All you need to do is type in a common name and search for profiles on the MSN Messenger database for ladies with photos.  

Weston knew a lot of people.  He rides his freestyle bike in tournaments so he may find friends there.  His social life may look as desolate as the outward appearance of his house but perhaps he does have a vibrant and social life, which harks back to my adolescent days.

I was interested to see how Weston sat at his computer and more or less mimicked me, but if we are to be friends, we still have much more work to do.  

Make Plans To Piss Up Together

“What are you doing this weekend,” Weston asked.

“I have to go to Minchinbury to see a chick called Lali.  She has the house to herself, you know.  But I only have five dollars in my wallet, so I am not sure if I can even make it.  What are you going to do,” I said.

“I might just get some drinks from the bottle shop and stay home,” he said.

“Okay.  If I don’t end up visiting Lali, we can piss up together, what do you reckon?”

“Yeah.  I can buy a bottle of whiskey,” he had no objections when he heard I had no money.  

I like Weston because he does appear to be selfless, as well as a dark horse, like me.  I would have surprised him as much as he surprised me when allowed into each other’s lives.  

In any case, I was allowed to sober up to a compact disc burner, which is forty times faster than the archaic burner I have at home.  I can burn a whole compact disc in twenty minutes while Weston did me a couple in five minutes.  

“Hey.  I have to head home soon because I want to watch The Footy Show,” I eventually said

Sure enough, he walked me to the front.  We made possible plans for tomorrow to have a workout just in case I remain home.  Then I walked the hundred or so steps back here.

Watching The Footy Show

I watched “The Footy Show” ever since 8:30pm.  In those three hours I contemplated the unsure plans for tomorrow.  I can either see Lali, which is the primary option.  If our plans fail I will welcome The Almond to come over on his motorbike like we planned.  If he is too busy then Weston can always come over and we can train out in the backyard on my bench press.  

In any case, it is a busy weekend.  Needless to say, around 11:30pm I wound down and bunkered into a sleep, only to wake up at 7:30am, watch television for a couple of hours and browse profiles of females online before I wrote here.