I'm having an adventure!

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People have told me, set a task for yourself each weekend. Something you should do. Something to look forward to. It's only recently that I've really been able to grasp this concept. Attempting to take advantage of 48 hour periods is hard work, when you're trying to use it to recover from the week.  The problem is, if you do nothing but sit down on a weekend, it doesn't actually give you a sense of being "rested" on Monday, more a sense of regret. As a result, I'm endeavouring to get out of my box and do things, not only to have human contact, with the social situations and pathogens that entails, but also mainly to stretch my spontaneity.

In case you haven't picked it up already, I cherish the art to something without thinking it through. Well, okay, thinking it through but extremely quickly. I believe I've got the "Make a quick action" down pat. Changing lanes, going to catch something, breaking out the wallet. That's all good. The thinking bit just needs some tuning now. Generally it's about 3 seconds after I've made the action when I realise if I've just made a mistake. Approximately enough time for an EFTPoS transaction to go through.

But this regret is good. It means I've done something, or something interesting is about to happen. This Cracked article pretty much sums up what I was talking about a few weeks ago about fear of growing up. Number 3 and number 2 have really hit me hard. So I've been wasting Saturday and Sunday doing tourist things. And wishing like hell that when I call someone up to talk about it, I can use the phrase "But my night, was only just beginning." But seeing the only night, which could of possibly got to that point was a weeknight, and I didn't really want to call some leave getting over it. Speaking of work, I may have intentionally given out my blog addresses after bringing up my blog in a newsletter talking about me as a new graduate. As due to editting out something inappropriate, the line came out as "In my spare time I work on a blog." Like that's the only thing I do. I update my Facebook status as well, excuse me. I also realise my only other mention of work was that people at work totally ignored me after my birthday. I want to HUGELY take that back. Since then, I have been talked to daily about random stuff at even feel like part of the team at meetings. Okay, still feeling a bit out of my depth, but part of team enough so that I can pretend that I can act like I know what I'm doing.
(I will take this chance to say that this comment cannot be legally used in my performance review.)

Enough about work. It's kind of odd, cause I know I shouldn't talk about it at all, but, you know it takes up a substantial part of my life, so I cannot guarantee that it will not crop up in future, however, all names will of course be omitted and nothing directly will be said. Well, unless it's out of the ordinary and slightly interesting

Cause that's the thing. I was only grasping slightly mid last year that from June to August will be my last break that long, possibly ever until retirement. Which might NEVER HAPPEN. Or is going to be about 2 of my LIFETIME'S away. That's not a great feeling. Sure there will be breaks, and holidays, but probably nothing too big.

So from every Friday at around 5 I have just over 48 hours to pretend Monday doesn't exist. Pretty much every blog from now until the foreseeable future is look like it's going to be bitching about that, so that's slightly unfortunate for you. To attempt to change that, I have been getting in the car on a Saturday morning completing a selection of random tasks (Which have ranged from "Find a way to get the smell out of the sink." to "Post birthday present for sister" to "testing the load baring on my balcony railing for appropriate zombie apocalypse weapon." Oh and washing up any left over dishes, do some minor cleaning, rearranging bookcase,doing some laundry. As much as I don't think those jobs need doing yet, some visitors in a few weeks might think otherwise.) at about lunch time, it's jump in the car, and flick through "Tourist Attraction POI's click one that sounds good. And hope the tank is still where it was when you were last in the car several days ago. Get the music pumping and out onto the open road! (Filled with other cars trucks and buses.) I'm twenty metres away from a road that goes to the sunshine coast in one direction and to the gold coast in another. Initially, my first couple of trips were just to city things, South Bank, museums, art galleries. But my last two trips have been going each way on that road.

I decided when I went to the gold coast, not to do the theme parks as I would be when one of my sisters come later next month. So I did the Ripley's Believe it or Not museum, knowing full well that the people I have coming to stay throughout this year would show little interest in this, but would be of great interest to me. And indeed it was. I've heard people compare Ripley's type facts to Guinness World Records, but it isn't, it really just shows how weird nature, but more importantly, how weird humans are. As Ripley said in his first book "I have seen many strange things, but the strangest I've seen is man." Indeed, so many of his objects are weird things humans have done, or weird things human cultures have done, and that's interesting. My one thing I have a problem with, is there's a room you can walk through which has two laser projectors each end, splitting a single beam. The problem is, you can see the source, which is REALLY harmful for your retinas. But anyway, and then I was just walking around, (Surfer's has TERRIBLE parking. There are two places to park, on the street or at the shopping centre. All are ticketed and expensive. It's almost cheaper to hire a hotel for the day so you can use the valet. ) looked a few different free tourist places, tracked down a hotel I stayed at when I was 10 (The name has always stuck with me. And the fact that when we first went into the room we stayed in they hadn't cleaned out the fridge. And then I was a bit bored, and I realised the back of my ticket to the museum ($22.50 entry. WHAT. THE. HELL. Worth it though, although a lot of it is family friendly (And that's how they pitch it in their late night TV ads.) They don't mention that 2 adults and 2 children would be racking up higher than $50. But I guess that's to be expected. Tourism and what-not.) Was a cheap ticket to the skydeck, a room on the 77th floor of an apartment building (Able to be booked as a function room, if you're interested.), the current tallest building at the Gold Coast. Just sort of thought, that's how I need to finnish this day So went up there, had a drink at the bar, took some nice photos of the beach, the hotel roofs and the sunbathers that happened to be on them at the time. And the nice sunset. Realising then I now needed to make an hours drive in the dark. But you get that.

The Saturday just gone I turned my attention Northward. This time however, looking through tourist destinations I had a bit harder time. I picked one at random that sounded okay and went for it, about 30 minutes into the drive however, I saw "Tourist Drive, exit 1Km" Being not exactly inspired by my destination , I though "What the hay?" and made a very quick turn off.

You see, I am constantly in the right place at the wrong time. What I mean is, I go to places where interesting things might happen they never do. I mean, even with now getting the attention, making my way to grad events, and catching up with them during lunch, I still haven't found a group of, dare I say it, my type of people. As an old Perth friend tells me "Breaking into pre-formed social groups is hard," which it is, but I thought if I get out of the house, who knows who I'll find. I keep ignoring my own advice to head to a LAN cafe, and I think that's where my problem is.

Or, if I don't even meet people, I might have an interesting experience. Sure, I could tell people about my little day trips, but I wanted something interesting, it's one thing to share stories about tourist spots, but, you know, lots of people have them, lots of people have taken the same photo, of the same interesting landmark. It's like quite a few people in my family have been to New Zealand, some of the financial assistance I received for my birthday was for a trip, the suggestion I got was New Zealand. Although some of the places does sound really nice to look at, the latest people to go there came back to lots of responses like "Oh yeah, it was bad day when I went there too" "I really liked Milford sound as well." and "Oh yes, I remember being there/doing that." Sure, a trip is special for you because your the one experiencing it, But when I can look at photo albums from 4 different people and see the exact same photos crop up occasionally, it just turned me off the idea. I can watch 400 hours of people's videos and complain about the cold and have a similar experience. The experience those people did have was the fact that they experienced one of the after shocks of the Christchurch earthquakes. and even though the only descriptions I've got were "Everything shook. It was really scary" I consider that almost the highlight of their trip. Something they didn't plan for, something out of the ordinary. Which is why I am VERY serious about spending my 25th birthday in Antarctica, Sure any of my photos the white balance will be way off, but I might be able to say "You see that penguin, guess what? It's not behind glass!" And sure people can say to me "Can't you just look at pictures on the internet, rather than have the threat of frostbite or hypthothermia?" to which I say "And miss out on a birthday where it's daytime for 24 hours? Hell no." "But, why can't you go somewhere safe?  Somewhere there will be people your own age, who will speak English and you can associate with. OH And are you going to care about calling your family? Are you going to care about anyone who at that point care about you? Or are you only going to think about yourself YOU INCONSIDERATE ASSHOLE."

"I can go anywhere if I want. I... Can go anywhere.."

So I took the turn off. Something I didn't plan for, something to make it seem like less of a drive to a destination and back. And I really enjoyed that drive. It's the glass house mountains scenic route. A lot of it is 100 km/h road, doing blind turns up and down hills with lush vegetation either side, and on that particular day, I saw one other car the entire trip, and I stared out the window and saw awesome, foliage covered mountains.

I've always respected the way my dad drove, it seems he could drive for hours on really boring roads, somehow keep himself awake and never do anything silly. Just sit in the perfect distance from the edge and the white line, and if anything crazy happened, he could handle it, break well, swerve if needed, always completely in control. I did not really inherit this trait. Especially on drives with scenery, I gotta glance out the window occasionally. Now, I am pretty good, and on this particular road, after the first panorama-with-a-blind-corner got me on the other side of the road, I decided to concentrate a lot harder, and hence, got through okay, but seriously, scenic drives need some sort of warning "Drivers are suggested to be people who find green valleys and tropical foliage really boring." That road should not have as high speed limit as it does either, but it's SOOOOO much fun, you get the techno pumping, the sun peeping through the clouds into the trees. Oh, it's incredible. And once you get to the top, you get this 360 degree view of these different mountains (a few more tourists by this point, but still not too many, and none were on the walking track, so that was great.) Although this place must pick up at some point. It had TWO toilet blocks. Within 20 metres of each other. WTF.

So I was here quite a while actually, enjoying the breeze and the view. Now the glasshouse mountains were named by Mr Cook who did some pretty famous sailing around Botany Bay. Now, I hear "Glass House Moutains" and I think, that must have a really cool story behind them. Turns out he looked at them and they reminded him of the roofs of glass factories back home in England. Weird the stuff you think of when you're homesick. Luckily they were not called the "Kinda remind me of the industrialisation of England and the really drab grey everywhere and toxic air of London in the late 1800's and the fact that we don't know what a beach is" mountains. Now, the range are the ruminants of volcanoes (Hence, the beautiful foliage.) In fact, they are not the volcano, but the remains of the magma inside the volcano, as it cooled, this hardened. The volcano laid dormant and erosion removed the volcano itself leaving just this 'frozen' core. Kinda like if you had a blocked nose then your face melted off. Okay, nothing like that. More like if you froze a bottle of wine then dropped it, shattering the wine glass but leaving the wine-block in tact. Much more pleasant image (Nice of you wasting your good wine like that to help me form an analogy, much appreciated.).

However, great in terms of names is the name for two particular mountains in the range.got the name simply of "The Pair"

Two dome shaped mountains, very close together, very similar height. I can only imagine the conversation that lead to the name.

James Cook: "Ah look at these wondrous formations. So large, so green. Amazing! Two of them look to be the same in height! And so close together! It looks as if God himself drew them perfectly together, they are so iconic! They look like.. Erm. Well, you know they kinda remind me of... Something I once saw in a book. I mean, I don't want to sound unprofessional, but we really need to call them something to remind us.. well, oh come on, I mean they look like.."

First Mate: "Like a beautiful pair, my captain?"

James Cook: "Yes, that's what they look like a perfect duplicate of each other. That's what we'll call them 'The Pair'"

(The group look at the beautiful canyon, and reflect silently for a few moments.)

Immature person (who was probably living in the gully.): "Heh, boobies."

James Cook: "What did you just say in my presence, young squire?!"

Immature person: "Er.. Erm, 'Boobies' sir, in that tree over there, I saw them nesting in that tree but they just flew off."

James Cook: "Ah, most interesting sir. First mate, write that down. 'Wandered up mountains seeking enlightenment, found boobies.'"

The only flaw in this logic of course being that the Sulidae Sula is not native to the Queensland coastal area.

Interesting also is the attempt to find a nice photo of the glasshouse mountains without people standing in front of it ruining the shot. "We are more than aware you went on a trip to the glasshouse mountains, you do not need to be in shot, or pretending you are having a good time, regardless of whether you are, or had just had an epic hour long fight in the car."

By the time I had found my own enlightenment, it had gotten quite late, so drove promptly onto the sunshine coast to my destination. 30 minutes further down a much more boring road, only broken by finding another memory from my trip to Brisbane, two rest stops, one on each side of the road, each with a large service station picnic tables and a McDonalds either side. Seriously, within 6 car lanes of each other, two Macca's. AND IN THE LAST TEN YEARS, now TWO KFC's. Sigh. Not wanting to push it any later, I ignored this and pushed on. To my grand destination for this trip: A pub. It turned out, that this was quite a famous pub for some reason or another. I was expecting a museum or something but no, just a pub. Not really wanting to stop for a drink, I drove aimlessly, finding the big pineapple (Closed for renovations.) Nostalgia Town (Closing within 30 minutes.) and a river front jetty. (Closed due to inclement weather.) Dejected, and maybe considering researching a better place for next weekend, I decided to find a beach. After all this was the sunshine coast, and although the cloud had really come in, and it was drizzling a bit, I wanted to see a beach.

But all I could find were retirement villages. SO MANY RETIREMENT VILLAGES. All very nicely gated to keep out any unruly folks, all near the beach (according to maps I was working off, but access only for the inmates. I mean, condemned. I... mean. No I don't think I can make up for that agest remark. It was quite late. I decided to just be glad I saw some hills, and start the long trek home. Although, I could revel in the fact, that with the roads and my car being like it was, I was doing what used to be a multiday hike in just over an hour, and leave it at that. The fact is, I would be turning off the road onto another road and staying on that single road. The next road I would run at, has my house on it. And that's something to be very pleased about it. Then I slammed the brakes (After, of course, checking there was no one behind me, because I am a safe, alert driver.) Because hidden by a tree, and at some point, drastically bent by something. Was a sign pointing to a very thin, poorly sealed road to "BEACH ACCESS." A couple of kilometres at some resemblance of a car park appeared (A few cars parked next to each other at the end of the road before it became sand.) Along a path enclosed by overhanging trees was sand. Golden sand. Reaching beautiful, slightly choppy, bright blue water, the sun peaked through a cloud, resting beams upon the scene. I sat on top a dune next to the path, satisfied. This weekend too, had just been worth it.

I can't believe how long I sat there, by my calculations, just under 45 minutes. Just sitting, looking and hearing the waves. My view only interrupted by the occasional dog, dog-walker, or young woman showing off just how tight a swimsuit can be. So that wasn't really that bad of an interruption. Strangely when I got home, the sun was only just halfway under the horizon. Giving me time to get to that cleaning up I had been thinking I knew would have to done.

But then I thought "Why ruin the moment?"

Positions unavailable


Box Fort Engineer.

Our office wars have just entered their 7th week. We are looking for civil engineers to rapidly increase our defences. There will be blood by elevenses.

Places where she isn't


- Gold Coast Ripley's Believe It or Not museum
- Front of Aristocrat apartments
- Timezone Surfer's Paradise
- Perth Convention Centre (17th March.)
- Timezone Fremantle
- Pot Black Cannington
- Glass House Mountains Lookout
- Random Beach, somewhere along the sunshine coast

And here's the moment where 4 females message me saying "What did I tell you about LOOKING for a girlfriend?"

Well, it's now late enough that I have to be up for work in 6 hours, so i should get some rest. I look forward to having something to post to you again soon, goodnight.

Day 7670

This blog does not represent the opinion of any company, industry or persons mentioned. This blog is written for entertainment purposes only and is not be taken seriously.

What time is it?  The clock says half nine... Is that right? Sun is up a fair way. Yeah, I'd believe 9.30 am. Think I'm gonna lie here a bit. Erg.. I guess the flight was uneventful. Can't really believe I'm in another time zone, let alone the 22nd 26th of February I've seen. Actually I had bad colic for a while, and there was that year I had that tummy bug. And the first one I really pulled a half day. 


Let's go with "experienced" instead. This one was alright, an inscribed flask, a pasta maker and money from my extended family. So that was nice people being considerate about the fact that I had to haul it back to Brisbane so not buying me any items or objects of any sentimental value. I mean, that's totally the reason no one thought about something to give me. Okay, that did come off a little sour, and to be honest, I have a lot of trouble buying for some people, and it is very nice having some assistance for all these mysterious bills which keep turning up unannounced. Okay, slightly announced, but still, uncalled for.("All you're doing is burning stuff to make smoke and rotate a turbine, how dare you charge me for your smoke!"). But the knowledge that when I come back to Brisbane I was going to get no recognition at all (Except for my team leader, she's known me for such a short time, yet heard it was my birthday, so acknowledged me on Monday and we had a talk about the weekend, thank you so much. Although I scored a dead-to-me look when I indirectly called Adelaide a hole. So, recognition is unlikely ever going to happen again. I COME FROM PERTH. I deserved a retort.). It was just a shame that I couldn't see my mates (They were all busy and it was just the wrong weekend all around.) during this family event, and one of them couldn't say "Dude, I remembered once last year, you once mentioned in conversation just as I was walking out of earshot you suggested that one day you'd like a Slushie Cup, so I brought you one. And I could say "Really I admitted that once outloud?" and they could say, "Not really, but I could see in the look on your face that Lachlan needs a slushie cup." I don't really have any friends that have the ability to mind read, nor the real want or need for a slushie cup. But a reference to an old in-joke, or a "This is pointless but I know Lachlan, and Lachlan would love this" type gift. would of been nice to know that the previous 7669 days haven't been in vein.


As you can probably tell the finding friends thing is still not working out too well, it'll work out, but it's hard finding someone to relate to the "moved-across-the-country-for-a-job-but-seriously-too-young-to-be-looking-after-myself-and-and-would-like-to-find-a-group-to-drag-me-to-LANs-and-force-me-to-tidy-my-house-if-they-wanna-see-my-cool-setup-of-playing-Lips-over-skype" niche.


Although my parents did over deliver, with the simple gift of a tie clip. I have wanted a tie clip since I've worn ties and found they are very subjective to breeze. My parents didn't actually know this, I had said I would love a tie clip to nearly every person I've met except my parents . There are hot dog salespeople running small carts in Fortitude Valley that know I wanted a tie clip. My mum just somehow knew to give me a tie clip and went to several stores, and probably over payed for this simple gift. As well as giving me several other items (Like some financial assistance, not just for the sake of giving me financial assistance, for the sake that they knew I wanted to take the train up and go see some of the Witsundays, and wanted to help me do that.). The tie-clip however will be remembered and treasured for years. This was a sign, I had turned 21 and entered a workforce where ties where accepted. Now, I'm not forgetting that my brother in law/sister went over the top and brought me an entire suit. That's awesome, I need a suit for my tie clip to have a point. And since SPC stopped selling cans of spag-a-sarus in large tins. The pasta maker will be appreciated. It's just... I REALLY wanted a tie clip, and I got one. Without asking. Okay, it is assumed my parents know me enough to get something I really want/enjoy, but they didn't have to get me anything but the money for my trip. Seriously, if any of my friends want to get me something for when I next come back, that shows they impressively care about me, they have their work cut out for them. Their probably going to go for the USB drive which can also function as a tie clip.


A tie clip with TWO fuctions?! THE UNIVERSE IS BROKE! Although, how do you view all your funny pics of cats while sitting at a windy bus stop, I'm going to have to have my other tie clip as a back up for this situation.


The other pity was with how long people decided to stay. I mean, yeah I like seeing all my family, but guys, I have to get up at 6:30am EVERY DAY. Guy straight out of uni not used to that time schedule. Needs his sleep. And the fact that it was the last time in the house I was sharing with housemate. I loved that house. I matured in that house, like mould on a sandwich. Sure the house I was a child in was special with a few select memories. But this had my high school hell and uni days. This had my play through of HL2 for the first time. This had my use of 5.1 surround sound to scare cats. This house had my first blog post. This house had bad times. This house had me discovering who I was. That wasn't actually suppose to be my masturbation joke, but it'll do. Okay, that house didn't have an awkward high school experience. But it did hold memories with a rabbit (and it's poop.) that I will actually hold dear even though it wanted to break out really bad and the fact that it wasn't mine. This house had that time where I got the worst grade in my class for the very first assignment in year 8. Which is the other thing I wish I had on my 21st.


My family aren't really a fan of speeches, they go on forever, a lot aren't well thought out, and their either mushy, or sound like you're about to ask the person the speech is about to borrow his car to go steal a couch of a nearby lawn, even though you don't actually have a licence and you've had 3 vodkas. But seeing I didn't have any friends there to tell me my life had meant something to them, I wanted the other people who'd put up with me to do so. 


So there was mild mention of a nudie run in year 3. I justify this as I thought it would save time. I realised I didn't take my bathers with me into the school change rooms. I thought, I'll just nip out, it's a 15 metre run to my bag, I'll put them on and then walk back. It'll be fine. Don't do this when you go to the same primary school as your older sister. Your sister will be humiliated and blame you for everything, I'm sure any sort of teasing that occurred has long since been forgotten. The school will inform your parents, you will have an interesting talk and be given pamphlets on self esteem. Wait, what? That's right. For running through the school naked I was told I had low self esteem. Man, I was part of the Y gen that keep getting told that we're all going to save the world. And I had the confidence to let everything flail around in public. I needed a pamphlet on "If you run out there naked you will realise just how cold today is." It was FREEZING. Hence, my nudity has been restricted to times it's warm enough to do so. Queensland is awesome.


There was also that time when I was between 4 and 6 and a pelican nicked my hat. "What's this kid think he's doing, he's shorter than me, walking right up all in my business, I'm going to steal that stupid thing on his head. WTF he's chasing me?! I'm gonna run away... Oh yeah, I have wings, totally dropping this thing, if he still runs after me, I'm dropping something else."


There was also that time when I was 5 and ate a whole bottle of multi vitamins. 5 year old logic 1 pill = 1 day of healthy, whole bottle = INFINITE HEALTHY! NO VEGGIES EVER AGAIN! Mum (the next morning.): This bottle was full... Me: "Yeah, I ate them all. I bet I can fly now!" The only ability I got was fluorescent pee. You'd think it would of gone away after 16 years.


Now, I don't really like dobbing him in, but recently my dad had admitted to me that he was very scared about me in high school. I'm not sure if it steamed from this first assignment, or from the fact I coasted through primary school. But he admitted that he was so proud that he was wrong. That I had gotten my act together and got into uni, did a 3 year course in 3 years and got into a grad program. Moved across the country. And he was not scared to leave me there. He could trust me to take care of myself. And that was huge. Thanks Dad, I'm still amazed that I managed to accomplish this myself, I'm sorry for concerning you during high school and having a few near misses when it came to grades. I'm still not sure about this whole "working" thing, but at least I could make you proud once, if that's the only time you're are proud of me for the rest of my life, I'm sorry, but I will try my best to rise to another challenge, not just for your sake, but the last thing I want to do is make my parents think I'm having trouble with something. I've caused them enough grief over the years.


He then apologised for never taking me to a strip club and that my blog was awesome. I... Have no idea how I could be any more proud of who I'm related to.


Seriously, He's really proud of how entertaining and informative my writing style is, so that's a plus. Meaning he only just started reading it after I started spell checking it.


Speaking of new readers however. I'd like to say a warm hello to a person who has started commenting on my posts. And following me. And friended me on Facebook. And is liking a whole lot of my status updates. And has talked to me on Skype. Madame, you do realise how close you are entering into Stalkee #3 territory? Oh and you admit you're stalking me? And you appear to value my opinions? And you are in other country so you can actually have a meaningful relationship while "liking" me? Oh you have no idea what a unique position you are in! Seriously, wait till you've received your official "RTA stalkee" hat and you've exploited me for at least a night on my  sofa (it's okay, it's a foldout bed.) before ditching me (I KNOW, the other two got T shirts, but then I have to get sizes, there's complications in postage, it ends up a real mess.) and ruining what could of been a good friendship.


Nah, I'm not ready to ruin another friendship. Although the sofabed is open to most family and friends travelling through Brisbane. But the hat you gotta work for.


Positions unavailable:


Because the job you want, you probably don't know that it even exists. Or that it's taken.


Test subjects are needed to find out if money does buy happiness.  


Successful applicants will be given large amounts of money to go spend on anything they want. You will then be assessed on your happiness levels, on a rating of  happiness, based on the scale"Having constipation"  to "Found your car keys you've been looking for, for twenty minutes" up to "Coming back as an alpha male lion and being waited on hand and foot and being able to consummate 50 times a day for three days straight" all the way up to "You met your future self and they tell you everything turns out awesome, and they're not lying. To the epiphany "Got given a whole bowl of cookie dough to eat raw.".


Places she isn't:


Perth. She might still be there, but I was only there for 38 hours, and didn't really go out to a public area.


South Bank. Was there Sunday just gone. large markets, REALLY nice selection of restaurants and a view of gross water. Great way to spend a Sunday, though.  


So until I start acting my age, good bye.