OF CARROT STICKS AND FRANKFURTERS.
This week has been a weird diet crazed one. First there was the frankfurter diet plan; which has sorta helped; not in making it any easier, but instead in making me more confused. Then just about mid-week, on that fateful midnight I got hungry (as I always do) and sorta got to making carrot sticks in the kitchen (this of course fuelled by watching supermodel videos and Mischa in the O.C.; with the thought pattern being like "Hey, I bet them supermodels eat carrot sticks every day!", and something about it being rather hilarious.). And it was then that I decided on eating carrot sticks for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Which of course didn't happen. I ended up eating frankfurters instead. This time these franks were from Denmark. And they came in a dozen. And tasted good yet weird. No matter, brunch was settled. Then came the network problem; which got me pretty much stressed out the entire evening trying to settle a connectivity problem between the Netframe trio of Core, Xbox(Arena) and Mobile. Which led to the unforseen consequences of an empty stomach which led to a major headache and sleepiness. So it was off to dinner with Ian which ended up in Chili's and the tastefully good Chicken Fried Chicken (I still refuse to use the new 'Country Fried Chicken' alias). That solved the problem, but I noticed that I was incredibly hyperactive and happy from that point. Until I got home and was faced with the network problem..again. An hour and a network bridge later, it was pretty much done and well though I am happy that I got through this networking crusade, I think I can genuinely say I pretty much hate setting up networks on computers, no matter how rewarding it might be. But like Ian says, who does tech support call for tech support? On to the news...

THE ATKIN'S ULTIMATUM.
In true Bourne fashion, I would like to say I'm ditching all kinds of diet plans in the crapper and swapping them for real deal exercise. As soon as I get a bike of course. Which might still happen. I said might.

TIMING IS EVERYTHING
when you're wanting to wake up in 7 hours time. Sadly, it's 5:53am, a touch over my bedtime (which, by the way, has horribly gone in the wrong direction) so I should be asleep.

NATALIE
Imbruglia's new single/video is out, can't remember what it's called but the album was released on my bday so I should actually buy it for that connection alone. Oh if I wasn't so unfamous I'd really go out with her.

CAR-O-RAMA
On the bright side, today (or yesterday) has not been spent pondering over my car situation but instead of living happily through carrot sticks and network-induced headaches (or NIH).

GIVE A MAN A FISH
and he will feed for a day. Give a man a Ferrari however, and he'd have lovely chicks to lay.
And on that poetic/rhyme, till next time!

A Big Red Moon
Haven't seen the moon this red, or this big in ages. It's 5am. It's weird granted it's a Thursday morning, but then again it's a public holiday and besides; I've done this all before. But not really. Today I'm sat here, with AC/DC's "Highway To Hell" playing in the background right after a bath and reading a Clarkson article. College work is piling up like those massive piles you see in american scrapyards in...well... american movies. But here's the catch; I've been sleeping like a baby. Besides there being a serious moral issue of not being utterly troubled by the whole thing, and the fact that I seriously need to be in Melbourne to "live" some sort of "life", I am in a state of perpetual calmness. Have I finally attained peace with my inner demons? Have I finally achieved what is known as "zen"? I would like to think so. But. The occasional fiasco about not being able to attain certain girls/cars/lifestyle give away something. It would seem that I am not only uncalm on the inside, but not very calm on the outside. And this in turn questions the state of mind. Am I a troubled individual? Am I in trouble? "Am I ever going to get myself out of this?" is a question that pops to mind. And when I say "out of this", I mean out of this emotional state, though if I found a way to achieve that financial state it wouldn't hurt. But that's not the point. A long and winding road has taken me from being a clueless young boy to well... still a clueless boy...though not that young. I still have no idea what my personality is or who I really am, I don't know how I got myself in this, and what troubles me most is that I'm starting not to really care. On to this week's news...

One Man's Island
I am yet again parading on my island as a sanctuary of sorts. Fuelled by the recent O.C. episodes and a bit of xbox gaming, the room I'd like to call my island is becoming a bit more unescapable. Which is great when you want to cancel your membership to the club known as the "social life". You can see where this is going...

Rock Hiatus Cancelled
As the past few months has been a turn away from anything with electric guitars in it due to some soul searching trip, it seems that I've forgotten the purpose of it altogether and since there wasn't any good reason to keep away really, rock is back. And it feels just about right.

When it's 5:41am...
you go to sleep. Which is what I'm going to do. Till next time.

"If every man had an island, there'd be a hell lot of islands."