This blog could very well be a complicated and confusing affair, at least this particular post, and you might just get the feeling that I'm a little lost and uncertain of myself whilst reading. I refer to you as being whoever discovers this. I like to believe that I mean something to everyone, so I expect you all give me the proper appreciation and respect that my ego requires in order for me to not feel that this is an ultimately pointless process.
Let's face facts though, if a blog is created for the purpose of being used as a form of online journal, the very concept of what a journal/diary is completely corrupted as the privacy of writing your thoughts and emotions is thrown out the window. That is unless, of course, you don't advertise your dialogue via forms of social networking. I fall into the category of the prior, being that there will be nice little subtle link sitting on my Facebook page.
Speaking of which, my decision to remove my Facebook has come under serious question. Of course, it will be as of tonight back up and fully functioning, but for a good month or so it has been down due to a personal reason I won't get into, but somehow this move was rather controversial. To actually have people converse about it as it were a topic fitting for talk 'round the watercooler, which led to a phone call of concern, was quite curious. Sure, my reasoning was pretty serious and if told it would like require discussion and explanation, but no one's to know that other than the parties involved in the situation. Is Facebook the only means of social interraction with me these days? I would like to think that if these friends were wanting to talk to me they would be able to contact via other means. E-mail? Phone call? Text Message? Post?
In saying that, I recognise certain friends right now would only have Facebook to not only contact me but a good majority of friends of theirs, being that such people are currently overseas. I love you both.
I've found myself sidetracked. I was supposed to have mentioned earlier why this could be a very odd and unstructured post, and also why I require you to give me the appreciation and respect that my ego desires, or moreso an explanation behind my now more than obvious narcissism.
This is the first blog I have written with the intention of doing something other than shameless self-promotion. (Don't you just love that ever so subtle inclusion, and the mere fact that I've ruined it so quickly by pointing it out so blatantly. Fuck yeah, London. Fuck yeah) I haven't written something based more on the aforementioned personal "thoughts" and "emotions" that run through my head since I had a myspace. That was horrible mind you. More often than not it was poorly written rambling of completely emotional bullshit and my obvious inexperience with intimate interactions with friends and what not, and my mind drawing false conclusions on situations that were nothing more than hypotheticals.
The myspace and its included blogs were removed due to the ultimate of all that, my complete freak out and emotional heartbreak over a situation I still don't fully understand which entirely based on the fact that I never at any point confronted the issue at hand. It has since become clear that I overreacted, because the party involved has since made contact with me that was so incredibly friendly that it made me come to that realisation.
As for my self-proclaimed narcissism, not only do I fucking rule, but I'm also the most interesting person I know. That's about all I have to say about that.
I suppose realistically I can say that's complete bullshit, but hopefully you, the readers (I included a bold 's' in there because I believe that there should be thousands of people reading this, as it is without doubt the most interesting thing on the internet. Without doubt), will know me well enough to acknowledge that.
There was a point to my mentioning of my narcissism, let me go back and read over to see if I can remember what it was...
Okay... I obviously want people to read this. Thus the reason, again, I've posted it on my Facebook. My other blog I also want people to read, but for entirely different reads, whereas this is more of a "I want people to understand why I act the way I do, but I also don't want anyone saying anything to me about... at least not face to face. It makes me blush. Though secretly I walk away with a smile on my face". That's not a joke. I kind of wish it were. Fuck.
The point of this all?
The Grumpy Snail is there to showcase whatever work I do. Currently, it's not a hell of a lot, and trust me that fucking hurts me like nothing else.
This is for a means of getting something out there. More especially in times like these where I find myself isolated more often than not. Admittedly, I feel fine in my fortress of solitude. The only thing that saddens me about my being alone is I've felt paralysed by a lack of ability to work on anything of recent. I have some ideas for some design projects, but until today I haven't had any internet to get some source material (I could do some free-hand work, but currently my ideas are more in needing of photography and textures and typography/iconography), and even though that is now fixed, it doesn't help that the computer I bought specifically for doing design work has decided to die on me (won't turn on... and it has some of prototype work that I kind of need to do the projects I want to work on, and I won't be able to recreate that, nor do I want to try).
Now that I have access to the world wide web (aka: 'www'... the only acronym that takes literally twice the effort to say than the actual words themselves), I hopefully will be able to make myself slightly more useful. I intend on getting myself a sequencer program so I can write fat beats (I mentioned in the beginning that there will be Kanye West worship in this blog. That begins now. I love 'Late Registration'. I kind of love the others, but I'll be damned if 'Late Registration' isn't the kick ass). I have some songs only written in my head, and hopefully via research and my incredibly amature recording skillz I'll be able to put them together via such a program... and maybz Larry will come round and help out some time.
This is getting dangerously close to being something more valid for a Grumpy Snail post... but I'll justify it's Something Other-ness by saying that it's purpose of being written is to show that I haven't been the complete write-off that some might have thought I've been.
In saying that though... I have still been a write-off.
"I had a cat once. I dropped a sofa on it, it was a write off, so I stood on its head" - Dean LearnerOkay, so for everyone involved, I apologise for my behaviour. I understand that I have in so many ways been completely self-involved of recent, and for those of you who have made your disappointment through your actions, I in no way hold any resentment against you for having done so. I won't get much more into it than that... but yeah, still, in the words of the Great Liengme, "Get fucked".
"Tell 'em... to get fucked" - Nico Liengme
But seriously. I'm sorry to all I have hurt, disappointed or abandoned. Truly.
So what am I doing to try and better myself? I don't know if I'm necessarily bettering myself by any means tell you the truth. My faults are my own, I've accepted them, and I choose to utilise them rather than ignore them. I don't know if that makes any sense.
I fear change, and I fear things that commitments. That fear has robbed me of many things in the last few months. Somehow I feel inable to change that, and rather should accept my mistakes and learn from them. So this year is the year of things to happen it seems. For the very first time ever I've committed myself to an event that involves more effort than simply getting out of the house and going to a local/semi-local household or venue for what could eventuate to be an easy escape home. Generally I tell people I plan on doing things and fail go through with such matters as my impulses generally run no further than simple ideas. The effort involved in organisation I find not even so much tiring, as it's not lazyness that disables my activities, but rather just some kind of fear of the slightest bit of failure.
I currently have no plan for my stay in Melbourne. I know people there, but I've yet to tell them I'm coming. I don't know where I'll be staying. I'm currently living off fortnightly Centrelink payments of about $450, which generally a portion will be taken out and put towards debts/bills, and I have no savings, and is only just over two months till I make my trip to Melbourne, in which the only plan I have so far is to spend money on a ticket and possible merchandise for a Converge show. I acknowledged all these issues yesterday as I sat on the computer at Sunchine Coast University Library, and I hesitated to press the 'proceed' button on the Virgin Blue website (another fear was that proceeding would've involved my living off about $100 for the fortnight, which a somewhat significant amount would be spent later that evening on a movie and a coffee, which I in no way regret. The Fantastic Mr. Fox was probably the best cinematic experience I had since the last Wes Anderson film).
I did it anyway. My thought was nothing more than "fuck it". I had lived off pretty much nothing over the last month due to a horrendously large phone bill that I conjured whilst breaking up with my girlfriend on top of other payments for other things... I have no real expenses outside of that, which now will be significantly smaller, so why not just put a large sum of my already rather small fortnightly payments towards a trip I really can't afford? Do I not deserve an experience? Probably not. I've been pretty fucking terrible. But I don't care. I look at the social atrocities I've committed to be nothing but learning steps to being a better version of me. I'm curious whether I'll ever be satisfied with myself, but hopefully I can eventually convince you that I'm worth your while as a friend.
Quite sidenote: My favourite Nick Cave song is "Lovely Creature". I'm listening to it now.
It may not seem like much, but that (plus another event I won't bother getting into, purely for the sake of that this post is too fucking long as is) is something for me. Plus I'm enrolled to uni for a Bachelor of Arts in Design and Communication, which I'm keenly awaiting.
I suppose it's all about making positive steps, and learning from your mistakes. Don't get me wrong, I've yet to really learn anything. I've just acknowledged that my behavior over these previous months has been nothing but fucking stupid. I'm not sure how to fix the problems I've created, nor do I know if I even can, but that's okay. I accept full responsibility for my actions.
But seriously... get fucked.
The incredible, if not slightly insatiable, Louis Gaudet.
P.S: I didn't achieve much in this post. It reminds me of when you're reading or watching something, and it starts off incredibly imperfect, though offers possibility of great things to come. Look, all I'm saying is, don't get your hopes up.
I fucking love myself.
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