and then there's Blake (In stereo where available)

I've been filling a lot of time with people and other things that aren't what I'm meant to be doing. I find it interesting how easy it is to distract myself. Fun times.

While only a few weeks into the semester I feel the final burden pressing down. So many of us are unsure of what will become of our future. There is a handful though that seem to have it all sorted. It makes me wonder when the rest of us will.

Hours on my back listening to music and trying to come up with a grand idea. The idea, of course doesn't come. It doesn't exist. It is a dream. Grab an idea, grab a person, find an exit. There are plenty of choices.

My eyes are droopy and these previous sentences aren't too coherent. There was a point to posting but I guess I started rambling instead. Time for bed.

The sides of my beard are growing back slow and steady.

I have watched many movies in the past week. I believe with complete seriousness that TMNT is far more superior than 300.

On Friday I spent the entire day helping to move aussiepoida and Tracy's belongings into their new abode. They have many things and after 2 trips with 5 vehicles it still isn't all there. I wish them both luck with unpacking. If moving was a videogame then the 166kg refrigerator would have been the final boss.

Saturday I sent half the day in bed listening to music and sleeping. It was awesome. Then I got up with the express desire to do some assignments. After much thought I decided to instead listen to more music and read.

I have a long list of things to get done next week. The list sucks. I want one of those movie moments where the current week resets and you get to do it again.

I want something unexpected to happen. OK I say unexpected but my mind has quite a few ideas of what it wants. So unexpected is more like premeditated-thought-of-not-so-likely-situations.

Yeah I have no idea what I'm talking about either.

I watched Little Children tonight. There was a good idea in there somewhere. It felt like a movie I should love. Something just didn't hit the mark though. Afterwards I started thinking that I may hate it but not realise yet. I'm not saying it is as bad as my most hated movie of all time, Magnolia. I think I just need a few days to process what it was I actually watched.

I was having a drink at the café tonight, sitting at the end of the risen platform outside. I often sit there and stare blankly at the ever busy Beaufort St. As more and more people walked past I started to wonder how many of them had a livejournal? (should that be a question mark or a full stop? hmm)
It's rare to find people who haven't heard of livejournal these days but it's starting to be common place to hear people admit they have one.

Although I have my share of friends only posts, I don't understand why some people need completely friends only journals. Especially those who'll befriend anybody who shows any interest in them anyway. I guess it's part security and part embarrassment. I use friends posts to keep some names away from the general public but some days I really don't care and fail to change my security settings. As for personal security I think my walls have come almost completely down. Hell, I have my phone number available via my userinfo for a filtered group of friends. If I had a P.O. box I'd chuck that up there too.

Damn - I started rambling there and now I can't remember my point.
oh well - maybe I'll remember tomorrow.

[time for a mind dump]

I've been sitting around thinking of what low maintenance job I'd want when I'm in my mid 30's. The dream is to own a coffee bar (yeah, I do realise it might not be as low maintenance as I think). Not Starschmuck's or any other stupid franchise, I'd want my own little place. It would be big enough for people to sit, enjoying their beverage and it would play nice smooth tunes in the background. It wouldn't be in a central hub of activity because I wouldn't be selling to rich business people who want their order 5 minutes ago. It wouldn't be a book store either, I hate those places. Sure I'd have that days paper and a bunch of magazines but I won't be running a fucking Dymocks book store that just happens to sells drinks. Ever see the movie Dream for an Insomniac? Well, don't bother because it's not that good. All you have to know is that there is a really nice coffee shop in it. That's what I want. The coffee house of my dreams. Even better would be the fact that I could live above the coffee shop, that would be sweet. Everyday I would see the regulars, maybe even have an unemployed art student who frequents the place and bitches about how hard life is. I would meet new people, and be able to make a list of people with bad credit who are not allowed to be served. When the day is going slow I can just sit back and talk to my employee who has hopes and dreams but doesn't know how to get there yet. Oh and I could have a running count for the regulars. When one of them has drunk 1000 cups of coffee they get a.... mug (so I haven't thought this all the way). It can be in any english speaking country, or if my uni life goes well it could be in either Korea or Japan. I prefer Perth though

Would you drink there?
In the the dream I don't go out of business, that's why it's a dream.