One!

Well I haven't posted for a while considering the vastly different change in my life now that school has finished. I'm writing about this new club in Bundaberg which was supposed to rival even GC Clubs... now we can't expect that much from Bundaberg, but all in all it was awesome! I literally had the best time dancing, drinking and getting all sorts of fucked up... and it's amazing how unsuited West McDonalds is to catering for the many drunkards parading the street... setting up a Kebab stand would be an absolute goldmine, it's also quite interesting the people you meet, many people go to the big cities to find artistic expression and the various things that small towns just can't have; we do! Though by all means I'm not going to stay in Bundaberg... I'm not that crazy haha Also with work now paying me a shitload of money, I can afford to get pissed and off my head, well not next weekend with me working fucking Saturday and Sunday 8am-6pm grrrrr! But with a $650 paycheck for 35 hours, which sounds like my maths is off but with the inclusion of time and a half on Sunday it all looks a little clearer... Leigh out!

Relinquishing my soul

What many people don't know about me is my extreme obsession with Immortality, my brother is really the only one that know's of the full extent to which I will go to to achieve everlasting life. I have researched everything from Hela's immortality gene to Dr. Aubrey Grey's research into the seven ways we die, the Hayflick limit and even supernatural means... now I'm a realist and an Atheist, so believing in supernatural means to become immortal is quite the challenge considering I'm fairly sure that there is absolutely nothing but black conscienceless nothingness after we die. But I have hope. Hope that I can acquire something that has baffled everyone since our evolution into Homo Sapien Sapiens, something that can sustain my body for all of eternity... maybe this obsession stems from the fact that I want to try everything, taste, smell, touch, do EVERYTHING! But I only have a good 100 years or so (this age takes into account medical advancements and such) to do everything in. Now I can say that I have enchanted spells to summon Lucifer and even Death to no avail of course... this was when I was about 14 -15 years old, immature and arrogant but this was when I was irrationally into death metal and satanic rituals... surprisingly if you know me you would never believe me to be capable of this considering my appearance and demeanour in the present. 

This picture was taken when I was 16... two years later below this picture, I tend to display a less depressive look. 

So this blog was really just a way of inviting you into my personal life and so on and so forth...

Also in the near future when I am a bit older and when my brother is able to get one, me and him have agreed to get tattoos detailing our differences to each other... he will get this tattooed on his right arm...

While I get this tattooed on my left arm...

Something Rather Imperfect

I feel so nervous, Prom is near and really, for once in my life I am worrying about what I'm going to look like and how others will perceive me. And with the end of school I feel so relieved but also anxious about the future, leaving this town is going to be so good but at the same time, I'll miss my family so much. I haven't felt this emotionally human in a long time, normally I don't show that much of myself to anyone, instead hiding behind smiles and accents and an excessive amount of ego. Also the Prom After-Party shall be interesting if it even happens haha $15 actually isn't that much for a contribution, I have a job, and I can afford the BYO as well, I'm just going along with the crowd with the whole "complaining about transport and the host's massive profit margin". Anyway I don't have pictures of my actual ride for Prom yet or my suit, so I will entertain you with representations of what I will wear and arrive in.  These are variations of the vest, haven't decided though... my actual suit and ride will be put up soon.

A Life

'If you can't find somethin' to live for, you best find somethin' to die for.'

A Mirage

I can keep that strong stance, take the pain and remain peaceful. I never feel aggression and turn every conflict inside out to represent the empathetic nature of humanity. A smile is all I need and I know I've done my job, but I know when to stop with the smiling and remain in the shadows. I am more influential in your life despite my lack of presence, you just don't notice it. Social networking and SMS hides the cheer and the anger and the sarcasm and the truth. I don't need to smile over chat and I rarely do. When I smile I feel alive but unfortunately it accounts for 2% 1% of my day, the other 99% is filled with guilt, jealousy, pain, despair, questions unanswered... But I know I must remain strong and for the rest of my life I will remain honourable to my family and never waver to protect my siblings because such delicacies that are tasted by humans such as fear and want are cast away as the world turns into the hell it was destined to become and I will stand there smiling as I am invincible with my family, nothing can beat me with my family and because of my family I would see this world burn just to see a smile on their faces. Now I said the only time I was happy was when I was smiling. Ever heard of a crocodile smile...

Not unlike a Hangover!!!

Well the Gold Coast was utterly fantastic and I will reiterate the first night in detail because it comes straight from any exciting event-filled drunken haze known to man!!!  We will start at 5.30 pm when Kiwi brought in this "Bingo shot" game... needless to say, I'm one of the first he called. I donned my Vans and grabbed a red shot class and straight away Sky Vodka was on the table and also some extremely potent drink was added to the mix as the game progressed... Rum! Now forgive me but parts of my memory from that night have been lost haha I will begin with a photo of some alcohol we had... not all of it either haha

$100, the price of a lap-dance that many would say is a wasteful deceitful pleasurable thing with no chance of real reciprocation from the stripper... I say well worth it haha and quite convenient that you can pay on card... also may I say that the Guards and Bouncers are quite strict on the state you show up in, so for example if you're drunk as fuck and can't even manage to pull out your I.D, they will refuse entry, for about 30 mins lol then back you go!!!!!


A story for my readers... the R&B section packed full of all colours except white surprisingly... Ben and I think, hmmmm? we can dance to this music, so for about 20 min we own the floor and everyone thinks we're great haha it was the best thing to happen.


Waking up was quite dreadful though it was quite the experience... I wake up to the sound of the beach as I raise my head the sun shines and blinds me, I grab my sunglasses which are lying on my chest as I slip my phone out "10 unread messages, 7 missed calls, 5 voice messages" and I can say with all believability that you if you change the shirt from black to purple this is exactly what I looked like when I woke up with the same reaction as well!!!


I'm doing this again next year fuck it! I'll do it for the  NEW YEAR!!!


 Photo's from that night will be posted later unfortunately because it's taking quite a long time to upload all of them. But do not fear a Blog is near!!!

Imma start with this and with that... and such

Well though I haven't gone to school for the past two days I am feeling quite pleasant... Gold Coast is right around the corner and I'm starting to revel in the fact that Prom might be bearable after all, thing is I just have to buy a suit and my ticket haha luckily I've been working everyday this week; so next weeks pay check will be about $150... that's the Suit done and then mum said she will pay for my ticket, ILY MUM! Now instead of a Rolls Royce I have decided to get a classic Falcon mostly because I absolutely think it will obliterate a lot of the competition. Also I have found out that my cousin is pregnant so that means Imma be an Uncle (insert massive quantities of smiles)  Now I know what you're thinking, "Leigh, it will be your second cousin dumb-ass!"... I just don't care really because me and my cousin are close like brother and sister so it will be like I'm an uncle. 

Believe me when I say that though my Blog may appear partially Bi-Polar with a quick reference to suicide here and an unbelievably vein description of myself there, I am absolutely humble if you ever meet me, never confrontational and though I hate to admit it, just a tinsy bit submissive. So this is me signing off again... oh shit I have work soon!