update.. update..

yes..
nothing exciting's really been happening.. Most people would say that a 21st birthday party where you get to see all your friends and meet an awesome girl would be and exciting thing that's happened and therefore, written about, but most of everyone that'd going to read this was there so.. The point. I don't see it..

Still.. Awesome night.. there's a select few photos on my MySpazz. where I don't look too drunk and retarded..

blahblahblahlifestory..

I'm gonna go have a shower..

1. it's hot. the first actually hot day all summer..
2. birthday punches
3. uhm..

ok, so there's only 3, but still. my birthday and I can do what I want!

ner!

21 isn't a big deal in the grand sceme of things but it's still scaring me..
I'm sort of tempted to force myself to stay awake from 12pm on the 11th and keep jabbing myself with pins and plucking hairs in strange places until it hits 11pm on the 12th and proceed to sleep my way through my entire birthday..
At least then I'd be with the select few people I'd want to be with in my dreams.. It's better than spending the day thinking about the ones I won't see (and probably won't ever again)


In other, yet slightly realted, news.. WANT!
Epiphone G400 SG, anyone?

I got myself a few Tab books already and Izzy, my 9 year old step sister is teaching me the basics on her Guitar, Once I've got my hands on this I'm gonna go and start having lessons too.. Hopefully I'll be able to just bring in one of the books and pick a song to learn each week or something like that..
The books I got, btw are The White Stripes' Elephant as well as Icky Thump, Paramore's Riot! and The Raconteurs' Broken Boy Soldiers..
I'm so looking forward to having random jam sessions in the lounge room with Izzy and Katie this year. Punk Rock Family Band ftw :P

Need a few shifts at work.. The pricks've stopped rostering me again..
This 21st isn't gonna pay for itself so I may have to do something about this..

Picked up and read Twilight.. It suprised me.. I didn't expect it to be so good.. Want to get my hands on New Moon, Eclipse and Breaking Dawn now..

Bedtime. Goodnight, LiveJournal.
And so the Lion fell in love with the Lamb.

It barely makes sence to me, so don't even ask..

The new year is apon us again and as much as I'd like to prattle on about a fresh start and making the most of the next 365 days to come, over the past few years I've come to realise that I'm terrible at making good on my resolutions, so I hope you won't be too disspointed when I say fuck it..

there's no fresh start, no clean slate.. (why do I only post to this thing when I'm in a shitty depressed mood?) simply going from the end of another December to the start of another new January changes about as much as going from June to July.. a big fucking pile of nothing.. laced with freshly squeezed bullshit juice.
No idea what's put me in this mood.. could be the recent face-rubbing of the more than obvious fact that, once again, I'm alone on what should be a joyus occasion (even though I'd still question why it is such) because of my own retarded actions. yes, I'm whining about her again and praying to whatever god is listening (Bruce Willis?) that she never falls across this journal while in a spiteful mood. that wouldn't be pleasant. for me or her.. maybe *shrug*
I only failed her little test because, let's face it.. poo is funny..
There's not alot I wouldn't do to have her see me like she used to.. and how I still see her.

I'm amazed you can't spell "emo" with the letters found in "livejournal"
someone should put that on Wikipedia..

my 21st is quickly approaching. whoopee. I really couldn't care less at the moment.
Anyone that knows me knows that after snakes, the unknown and dying by myself, I'm utterly terrified of getting older.. Even since I was 16 (that's almost 5 years for you inbred morons out there) I've felt myself getting physically slower and sometimes even backing out of doing something stupid that a year ago I would have run into headfirst and come out completely fine apart from a few grazes at the most..
It's scary to feel like I'm losing a part of myself like that..

in conclusion.. am stupid, miss her, don't want to grow up.
I can't be arsed fixing up the typos, if you can't read it, use your imagination..

-- end transmission

Hello, LiveJournal!
I suck at life. this much is obvious

How do you make a girl with a freshly broken heart fall in love with you?
Oh, I'm sorry, did I leave out the part where I was the dipshit that broke her heart in the first place and that it wasn't the first time I did it?..

*sigh* I'm such a douche..


any questions?

so.. Thursday, Billiam and I head out to the local pub and play a few rounds of Snooker and after finding out that some jerkwad had mixed all the balls in the tables up and then fixing that little problem, proceeded to, I proceeded to rediscover, the more I drink, the better I get at Snooker.. Unfortunatly, alcohal is expensive and I am poor, leaving me as a rather sad little panda..
We wnet back to his to play Soul Calibur IV, attempt to unlock The Apprentice, fail many times and then rest up for the Egames expo the next day..

Egames was fucking awesome.. the only downside was the Singstar booth which, nomatter where it appears, always seems to attract a freakish amount of asian people.. even for me, someone who grew up in Springvale.. that's alot of asians..
Walked around, got a few showbaggy things and more lanyards than I know what to do with and creamed a little every time I saw any girl gamers.. sad, I know but it's been a few months, I'm allowed to be pathetic.

Saturday was spent sleeping, before going to Frankston to play pool at JD's with a few friends from down that way and then off to Noleen's (Dad's girlfriend) house for the night..
Up at 6am the next day to go to a Rennesance Fair in Ballarat.. Something that, while fun, I wouldn't want to do again for a while.. although I did make friends with the people running the place.. played hackey for a bit with a few of them, then went to sleep on the little playground spinning.. thing.. I don't know what they're called, but it's a spinning disk thing you sit on and someone spins it and you have to try to hold on..

That was Sunday, Monday was again spent sleeping, before heading into ye olde towne of Melbourne for Tanji's 19th birthday at e55, which, despite the lack of Trav to keep me out of drunken depression, was awesomesauce fun! Saw Maree and Angus for the first time in months, met a few of Tanji's uni friends and re-met a few I'd met once before in a similar situation.. great night.. missed the last train home, so I stayed in Tanji's guest room for the night..

Now I'm home.. bored.. shitted off because work called me in for tonite.. I'd skip out on it, but I like money and I am in terrible need of it..
*sigh*

how's things in my imaginary readers lives?

-Rndmhro
(yes, I know it's full of Typos and some words that just don't make sence, but I'm tired so ner.. zzzZZZZZzzZZZzz..)

Safeway knows I hate every second I'm there, working or otherwise, they know I'm the reason that on occasion some of the skim milk suffers stab wounds.. yet they still give me a knife every shift..
I'm on the hunt for a new job.. one that's more than a pissy 3 hour shift on a Sunday night when I'd much rather be asleep recovering from whatever shenanigans took place not even 24 hours prior.. A week day thing that gives me motivation to wake up and vacate my house in the morning.

I could be a Barista.. or go to Bar School..
Or maybe go work at the video shop down the street and get to hang around Tanya more..

*shrug*

It's been so god damn long since I even looked at this thing, I don't even know why I'm doing this again..
not like I have anything better to do, I suppose..

Life updates.. not alot.. my head itches, I gained a lost a girlfriend named Buffy.. fo shizz.. Buffy. it was awesome. I got new shoes today, planning to have a joint 21st with a friend's girlfriend because we're both too lazy to organise our own, only our location has decided to go and be unavailable all of a sudden, so we're stuck without a venue..

nobody's reading this.. god damn..

I'll be back.. with more exciting (HA!) updates every few days..
I have said this before.. can't garuntee anything, but it'd be cool, right?

*sigh*

I draw alot.. but the majority of the time, I can't think of anything creative so I just draw myself..
But only recently have I managed to come up with hair for myself that while not looking remotely like mine (or physically possible for that matter), I like.. and I think it looks good and it's easy to modify and make shorter or longer for when I get my haircut..

righteo..
Now that I've wasted your time with that, I'll go..

Goodnight..

I feel small letters are awesome.

I feel big letters are uncalled for, yet awesome.

and now for something completely different!

WHOOSH! DILDO!!

That could have worked alot better..
but I don't care!

And so ends Tyson's urge to write a LiveJournal..
And so continues Tyson's string of having nothing important to say to anyone..

Bah!
Waste of space, I am..

So this is my second attempt at writing this journal..
I garuntee it won't be what the first one was..
The first one was.. Gangbusters..

Today was my "Leave-Lilly-Alone" day..
It did not go well..
I only messaged her twice that I can remember and maybe once around this time last night so.. that's only 3 in the space of 24 hours which is a huge difference from the usual non-stop unfiltered bellshit I send her almost every 3 minutes every other day..
But going by the overall empty and un-wanted feeling it's left me with, I don't think I'll be doing it again anytime soon.. At least not to the extent I did today..
And while I'm sure it was nice for her to have a day where she could concentrate on what needs to be done instead of checking her phone every few minutes to be reminded that I'm not the happiest person in the world anymore.. Tomorrow'll probably be back to normal.. So.. Sorry Lil..
That's what you get for making me miss you..

In a matter of little or no importance..
I've come up with something of a short story in half-third person chronicling the events that may or may not (mostly may not) take place this weekend in the snow..

Sunday, 4am: Tyson and his Co-Signer one Martin Gubbins a.k.a. Sweetheart, a.k.a. Life-Partner, a.k.a. FTA: Fake Tyson Assistant, a.k.a. Sir Martienio of Gubbinshire, a.k.a. Nancey will be awoken by either Tyson's phone playing "The Mob Goes Wild" by Clutch or Tyson's Father kicking them both in turn until they're on their feet. They will then proceed to pile into a pre-packed car and be driven to a bus depot where a coach will be waiting for them and where Tyson's Father will probably be hanging around until 10am when he starts work..
5am: The bus is due to leave and Tyson, his FTA and many un-named and therefore un-important people have boarded and stowed their luggage safely in the overhead compartment. Unknown to all but himself and his FTA, Tyson has hidden a dead fish with a cigarette in it's mouth somewhere on the bus in hopes of making the bus itself and everyone on board stink like said fish and hopefully dumming down his own forgot-the-shower-this-week stench. Unfortunatly for him, the fish is found before departure and is left to rot on board another bus, likely the one Tyson's Father will be driving later on, while it's cigarette is sold to a naive 16 year old for $26.
An Hour Or So Goes By: Tyson has discovered the on-board toilet is out of order and is hard at work trying to make a game out of it while on Tyson's orders, Sir Martienio of Gubbinshire has begun requiting the other passengers into Tyson's private army "The Random Army"
Finally At The Snow: Tyson, Sweetheart and the newest members of the Random Infantary arrive in a frozen wasteland/Ski Resort and wishing they'd dressed a little warmer, leave the bus and begin setting up a perimiter around the area and taking a few prisoners. Tyson annouces to the troops that he has buisness elsewhere, leaves Sergeant Geofry Jeff Jefferson in charge, forbids any of the troops from touching his Thermas containing more than the legal amount of the liquid luck potion Felix Felicis and with a slightly modified Skatboard and Sweetheart by his side, treks off into the pure white unknown..
Lunchtime: Tyson and Nancey return to the bus beaming with pride where the troops, awaiting their return, have set up a selection of hotdogs and other unhealthy anti-vegetarian food. Something seems to be troubling Nancey and as he powers through his 27th Jumbo-Pie he lets slip to a few of the troops that Tyson, while satisfied with his "Snow-Skating" so far, wishes to push his luck and tackle to Double Black Diamond run after lunch without the aide of Felix Felicis like he had origionally planned. This news send a shiver through the troops, some of them excited and beginning to plan ways to sneak away from their guard posts to watch their leaders demise at his own hands, others worried and devising ways of spiking Tyson's nearly empty bottle of Pirate-Rum with Felix in hopes of saving his life. But before any plans can be put into action, Tyson annouces to the troops what he plans to do, not knowing that the majority of them already know, and ignoring the warnings of his men, takes his Snow-Skateboard and Nancey once again off into the great white abyss.
Double Black Diamond Run: Halfway down the Double Black Diamond run, Tyson had made contact with a tree and was airlifted unconcious to Epworth Medical Centre in Melbourne in a critical condition.. Martin informed the troops of Tyson's accident and they all agreed that he'd want them to at least try and spend the remainder of their day in the snow enjoying themselves and even thought they were gravely mistaken, they did so and brought home many happy stpries and memories. Tyson on the other hand lived out his severly shortend life a few hours later in the hospital longing for the touch of one Lillian Ryan.. It never came..
Two Weeks Later: Martin Gubbins has become the first man in the world to dominate the Double Black Diamond run on a slightly modified Skateboard he "found" on his last trip to the mountain and has been appointed the leader of the Olde Random Infantary.. He sleeps with a group of elderly men who take turn jamming their thumbs up his asshole and urinating on him.

THE END!
or is it?
Dun-Dun-Duuuuuuuh!
*Camera pans down to Tyson's gravestone with a sulking red-haired woman sitting in front of it.. through the freshly laid soil comes a hand, we cut to the moon and hear a bone chilling scream.. the screen fades to black*


It's almost 3am..
There's a deal going on in the carpark across the street.. I should call the cops and watch it get busted from the roof.. but I probably won't..

Goodnight, Ladies..
Good morning, Gentlemen.. ;)

Pleasant Dreams..
-Tyson C.
<3