Listens to ((- The Smashing Pumpkins + Disarm -))
This entry has literally no purpose... I just needed to get something out of my mind and know that if i start writing it on paper, I'll get bored and stop.
When I went on the incredibly depressing 'holiday' to Australia a couple of peculiar things did occur. One of those was that when I arrived in Brisbane for the first 3 days every male I saw was aspiring to be Brian Molko, and would probably have succeeded if it hadn't been for that disgustingly nasal accent Australians have bestowed upon them, which really brutally murdered the buzz.
The other strange thing that happened, occured while my mother, her senile friend and I were on a train back from some place with a ridiculous name (which could have been anywhere in Australia, I know...) And being the anti-social, angsty teenager that I am I chose myself a seat away from the birthgiver and fiend and proceeded to listen to Tool and stare out the window.
So I'm rudley interupted, when the train stops and about 7 thousand brutish, idiotic Australian high school students of the male species clamber on and start yelling at each other... I can no longer hear Tool, All I can hear is... "OI GAZZA!" Needless to say, I'm pissed off.
Then one of these... things decides it will sit in my bubble. You know the seats that face each other on trains, sometimes on buses? Yes well, he decided he'd sit opposite me. I'm not very comfortable around people, so I turned my discman up and continued my incredibly difficult task of staring out the window. So this guy's looking at me weird, even if I can't see him, I know... I can feel the raised eyebrow at me. He's also taking his longish black hair out of a hair tie and messing it up. I can't help thinking thats cute. Then he takes out a tiny plastic bag, with two body-piercing ring things in it, and jabs into his lip and eyebrow.
At this point I'm actually quite amused, just quietly. This guy must have been shipped off to some jock school, where he clearly doesn't fit in, nonetheless I'm gazing out the window again and my mind has managed to slip back into the process of listening to Maynard's voice.
Once again, rudley interupted. This personal space invader hands me an envelope, featuring that Emily Strange character, so I open it, because that was the obvious thing to do. Inside he'd managed to scrawl in blue ink
"The world is a vampire... sent to drain (dray-ee-ee-ain)"
I was wearing my smashing pumpkins shirt. Well, at least Space Invader had good taste. So I smiled... or at least I think I did. I don't really know how too, chnaged my CD and went back to staring out the window. Then he gestured something. He wanted the envelope back, fair enough, it was a cool envelope, I'd miss it too.
However he handed it back to me again, about 10, 15 minutes later with a full blown two page letter inside. Normally something like that would have weirded me the fuck out... But it didn't. I don't know why. (much like I don't know why I felt the desire to type all this out) Well I wasn't going to read it there, that would have made him feel ultra-uncomfortable, so I tried to smile again and put the letter in my bag.
I could here my mother yabbering away to her senior citezen about how wonderful that was, and I could have gutted her. For some bizarre reason she just forgets I actually have a boyfriend and gets clucky everytime theres a male pressance near me. I suppose thats because she knows if my boyfriend tires of me, I will die a spinster.
When I got off the train, He tapped my arm and said. "I'll miss you" in that vulgar accent, poor fellow.
Anyhow... I don't know, I guess this is just one of those things that I'll ponder about for the rest of my life. Just because of the mystery around it. It wasn't an attraction thing at all, I wasn't attracted to him, and I'm positive that was mutual... It was just a thing. A thing that will only happen once in my life. Strange.
