Feb 15, 2023
I’m in Mooloolaba. It’s 9:13 am. I’m having coffee by the pool. It’s sunny outside. I don’t know how I got here. It feels sorta surreal. It feels like I was just sitting at home in El Pueblo, freezing cold and sorta frustrated with life. Now I’m here. It feels like the things I want are rushing towards me. I just had to take a couple of initial leaps. I still don’t know what’s gonna happen but I think it’ll be ok.
I just booked myself for a second week at this hostel. I was supposed to leave on the 18th, but now it’s the 25th.
I’m gonna try and busk for five hours a day. Two and a half hours in the morning and two and a half in the evening. Those seem to be the busy times along the boardwalk.
I played at an open mic last night. I honestly couldn’t believe how I sounded coming through the speakers. I’ve improved so much from when I started playing open-mics. My voice was shaky and nervous when I started. I remember playing those places in Toronto and always being slightly horrified at how I sounded. Last night was different. It just felt and sounded so effortless. I remember being in Toronto and being sure that I’d never really be able to sing the way I wanted. Last night was proof that I was wrong. I have definitely improved, and that is really really exciting.
I really wanna travel to Europe with Brian this summer. I just gotta see if I can save enough money! It would be such an awesome trip.
I need to shave. My neck is so itchy.
Have you seen all the little tadpoles swimming through the river? They go darting between the rocks. They burn all the stragglers. The tadpoles that are slow. They get burned alive. It’s horrible. It really makes you weep. I’ve often thought about their customs. Their culture and their beliefs. They’re so aggressive. The tadpoles love pain. It’s a part of who they are. I hover above them and watch. They really have no idea what they’re a part of. They are connected to so much. They are everything.
Part of the feeling in my heart is pure bliss. It’s a deep, deep knowing that everything is ok. Everything is here right now. I just need to remove and unlearn. I need to really observe myself and pay attention to how I think. It can be fun to observe. So often I just react. But I can observe this and see how unconscious I am most of the time. So many things I hold to be true are thoughts. THOUGHTS! It’s ok though.
Every one was on the hill. They were watching the priest remove turtles from his ass.
“Watch me!” Screamed the priest. “This is for your own good!”
The towns people vomited in disgust. They were really turned off. A few of them ran down the hill.
“Don’t be shaming us!” Cried a man. “This ain't Godly! This is really messed up! I’ve never seen a worse sight!”
“You are a coward,” whispered the priest, as he removed a snapping turtle from his ass hole. “You watch me with eyes of pity. We are the same. I’m willing to stand here and prove it!”
A lantern hanging from a pole burst into flames. Then the rocks started vibrating. They rolled around and split apart.
The townspeople shrieked and panicked. They scurried down the hill. Boulders were chasing them all the way.
The priest continued tor remove reptiles from himself. He screamed in agony as the hill was torn apart.