These are my thoughts

May272012

Australia Day 23

Melbourne Day 5

Still shitty weather. Lazy day. Did laundry. Hung out in TV room. Drank.

9PM

Australia Day 22

Melbourne Day 4

The order might be exaggerated. Drunk. Met many people. McDonald’s. Trying to get to roof top party. Not dressed well enough. Then bed? Or more drinking games.

9PM

Australia Day 21

Melbourne Day 3

Walk, Train, and Tram to my hostel through the rain. Get lost, get soaked. All the pretty girls come out in the rain.

I find my hostel, or my hostel finds me. After standing in front of it for five minutes in the rain somebody pokes their head out the door and asks what I’m looking for. I deserve breakfast and beer. Eggs, ham, fried tomatoes, sausage, hash browns, mushrooms, and toast. God.

Nap. Go to bar and kill a pitcher. Get a second and go sit next to three Irish blokes. Then roof top party. Sausage fest. Drink four vodka red bulls. Irish boys were buying so I couldn’t say no. Then we left in a taxi to a second pub. Sprinted out of the taxi without paying. Drank more?

Some how woke up in my bed alive.

6AM

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Paul Schmidtberger, Design Flaws of the Human Condition

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May252012

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May242012

“Your 20’s are your ‘selfish’ years. It’s a decade to immerse yourself in every single thing possible. Be selfish with your time, and all the aspects of you. Tinker with shit, travel, explore, love a lot, love a little, and never touch the ground.” Kyoko Escamilla (via narcotic)

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6AM

My Life

youwillfindinfinity:

i just wanna have sex with you then lay in bed naked and watch movies

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6AM

Australia Day 20

Melbourne Day 2

Sleep late.

Skyped.

Found a nice Lebanese Pizza place down the street from ScienceWorks. Talked with the owner for a bit, ate delicious pizza, and went to the Wallace and Gromit exhibit. I felt like a kid playing with everything for 2 hours.

It’s a strange thing, traveling or existing in general with no real goals. And what is happiness? Pursuing your goals? I’m lonely. The only reason I record my thoughts is for validation. I want someone to observe and tell me what I should do. I’ll most likely commit my life to if if I have a partner in crime. I think that’s what I want. A cute and sexy partner in crime, per se. And surfing, can’t forget surfing.

Back to the Lebanese place. The owner’s name is Mychel. He told me his life story. We talked about women. He told me a couple of jokes, I couldn’t understand most of them but I laughed and nodded. I ate more pizza. Anthony Bourdain status completed for the day. We had some chai tea and we talked about opening up another pizza shop in the city.

We’ll see how the rest of the night goes?

6AM

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5AM