Ahh, Young Blood.
A night where teens come in their masses to celebrate young bands who's singer's voices haven't quite broken yet, the guitarists sloppily play stuff out of their league, and drummers speed up the beats in songs.
Good memories though.
It's something I've wanted to do for a while, actually start a band, but something I've been wary of because of my move to a different State.
I have been neglecting guitar far too much lately. It's a strange sensation, really really wanting to do something with all of your will, but going against it because you feel guilty doing it because you're meant to be looking for places to live and jobs.

I do feel quite parasitic with my overlong venture with Trish and Corrie, and since I didn't have anywhere else to stay up there, I decided to come back home to Coffs.
I quite dislike this place.
It feels like everything I have ever aspired to is curling up and dying whenever I am here, so I hope to be back up there soon.
I do have quite a good feeling about this place me, Carly and Kwinton applied for, so fingers crossed.

I also finally realised, that although I seem to resent it when others come to me with their problems, I do actually quite enjoy helping them solve it.
Helps me to forget my own.

Ahh, emotional baggage, there's nothing quite like it.

Anywho, uhm things which have happened since the last journal entry...
There's been so much! I've had a great month, it's been totally excellent.
Highlight would definitely have to be seeing Devin Townsend live (one of my dreams come true... quite possibly my favourite singer of all time), Sexpo (so many boobs and bdsm related stuff. It was almost as if I'd died and gone to heaven. All it was lacking is was guitars, and maybe tacos. Man I would kill for a taco right now.), my various adventures getting lost in the city, and just hanging out with Trish and Corrie.
The lack of personal space was a bit of a killer though. Sleeping on a futon in the main living area is not a nice way to spend 4 weeks living; I do like to be on my own quite a lot, and people always being around me makes me quite claustrophobic and stressed, so by the end I was ready to pretty much snap and kill everything.
But yes, a fun time was had up there.

Looking at all the packed boxes around my room fills me with a sense of finality.
It really does feel like the end for me here.
I quite look forward to the new beginnings, wherever they do take me.

Dalton.