the moments passed

your glassy eyes betray you

I moved out from old Jim's house. He was getting really weird and starting to creep me out , talking about us being friends and shit. Plus he continually stopped me in the corridor and proceeded to spend the next 20 or so minutes telling me a banal anecdote from his family history ( which he spent a decade researching ). it got to a point where i would shut myself in my room just to have my own space. plus i couldnt get my internet running in his house. i found another place with a leftie-tasmanian bloke and three students. i told jim , and he gave me a black face and told me he thought we were friends and asked me what he was gonna do about his financial situation .

i couldnt sleep that night, tossing and turning while the guilt devoured me . but i knew i had to go , i needed the internet for school and i didnt want to dread going home everyday. i walked about the uni area in blustery rain putting up notices and posters everywhere to avertise his place to some other poor sod and gave jim a weeks advance in rent for nothing. Then i moved my stuff over. I told myself id check up on him after my weekend in byron bay. I told my mum not to call the house naymore cos i was getting a little uncomfortable by how they would talk alot.

Well now i find out the old cunt told my mum that i smoke, well before i left . What a fucking arse, i didnt even smoke in his house. my mum has been giving me so much shite about the tabba thanks to old jimbo that i really cant be fucked to help him move his stuff around next week.

i went to byron bay over the weekend for splendor in the grass with kris and her band and her sister...

The train and bus ride to Ballina took over thirteen hours. Taking ciggerette breaks during the train ride were dodgy cos it entailed having to get off at strange little stations (with names like cowbell or cornear), taking three quick drags of a fag before hurrying back on the train before it abandoned you in hickville nothingness for the weekend. We got off the train at Grafton and took the bus to Ballina with dark fields on either side under a sky saturated with stars. We found a trailer park along the pacific highway and stayed there.

The next day we somehow managed to get a limo for the price of a cab to take us to the festival. So we made our way to the festival like rockstar royalty. obviously high out of our minds and making it increasingly obvious by upping our efforts to conceal it. I heard Tony's voice trail off as he engaged the driver in sharp conversation, while i started to zone out. The brilliant blue of the sky melded into the ocean through the limo windows and everything seemed to stand out and seem more real.

When we got there , i was greeted by a suffocating fume of purple haze. We packed into a festival tent and watched Youth Group, then i started to panic. The heat and colour and number of people started to stress me out . I went out to get a break from the sensory overstimulation and came back to watch death cab for cutie , who didnt really sound all that great. The band that really blew my balls apart later on was mogwai, who started off their set with bagpipes and rather ominour gaelic singing samples. Watched sonic youth and dj shadow before leaving the mud and filth of the festival and heading back.

The planned to leave the next day to get to sydney on monday in time for the first day of school, but the bus/train company screwed up my pickup point , bumping me to the day so i missed the second day of the festival for nothing. later on i heard that a girl died at the festival in a porta- loo.

took the long night train back to rainy sydney.