Day 72- MuteMath

I had a pretty late night last night, lying in bed trying to read a book and then pulling out all my old travel journals and reminiscing about how free I felt trapezing through the world. Seeing different things, experiencing different cultures. I came across a journal entry of when I was searched on the border of Singapore and Malaysia (I caught the bus and went across The Causeway as it was so much cheaper than flying over) and I remembered how frightening it was yet how hilarious it seems to me now. I am itching…. itching to be free, but free from what?

I got up this morning and took Elvis for a little run. I felt great with the wind in my hair and Elvis was running like he had a smile on his face. I only lasted 27 minutes as my calf cramped up. Fucking shits me. I need to get to 34 minutes. I have to and it’s that simple.

Do I push myself too much? Yes I do. Why do I push myself so much? Well, if I want results then I have to continuously push myself as I have a tendency to being lazy. I admit it. Also, if I don’t push myself then who will?

I got home all sweaty and decided to clean this house of mine from top to bottom. I then replied to some emails and then sat down and instructed myself to spend at least 30 minutes relaxing and doing absolutely nothing. My sanity time I guess.

I flicked the box on and The David Letterman Show was on. I listened to him garble and babble on about nothing and sat there rather perplexed. This show is seriously fucking stupid and I don’t think that David Letterman is funny at all. What’s so funny about throwing a fucking pencil at the camera? And the fucking stupid Americans applaud?? Are you people for real? The show is recorded in New York. I thought New Yorkers were way more intelligent than that.

Then I remembered that yeah they are for real, they let a fucking moron George Bush JNR (why have they dropped the JNR when they refer to him now? Has anybody else noticed that?) They let that motherfucker rule their country and he LOST the elections. Go and fucking figure. I HATE AMERICANS!!! But I hate John Howard more.

Then he introduced a band called MuteMath. I thought, here we go some synth bullshit. Instead I felt like I had been hit with 2 wet fish. This band was amazing and the drummer. Ohmigod!!! I aint talking looks here readers. He was drumming like a fucking maniac it was wild. Hey John, (my brother) you have got to check this drummer. Man he is NUTS. My all-time favorite drummer has always been Rob Hirst from Midnight Oil but this guy rocked it and rocked the Kasbah as well!!! I am just totally blown away!

I then rang ManBoy and the conversation went something a little like this:

M: “Hello, hello, my divine Greek Goddess”
R: “Yeah hi, look you need to shuddup and listen to me”
M: “I love me an aggressive dominant woman”
R: “OI ! dickhead, listen!”

Silence

R: “Are you there?”
M: “Well yeah I’m here but you told me to shut up and listen so I’m listening, you have my undivided attention”
R: “Are you at JB?”
M: “No, I’m at”
(I interrupt as usual)
R: “Ahhhh fuck!!! Okay, have you heard of a band called MuteMath?”
M: “No I haven’t but I know where this is headed just gimme five”

Now readers you seriously have got to appreciate a man who knows when to shut up, when to listen to instructions and who knows exactly where this conversation is headed.

The phone rings about 3 and a third minutes later and he says:

M: “CD has been ordered, I will deliver it sometime next week”
R: “Next week!! I can’t wait until next week, Reney wants her MuteMath CD and she wants it now”
M: “Hey Veruca Salt go and download it off i-tunes, and stop being cheeky”
R: “I’ve already done that biatch but I want the CD”
M: “If you have already downloaded it then why do you want the CD?”
R: “Dearest, not only do I want that CD, I have to have the CD, I need the CD, I must have the CD. You get me?”
M: “No point in trying to make you see reason, your mind has been made up; fuck you can be a Princess!!!”
R: “Oh fuck off! ME! A fucking princess, fuck that shit”
M: “Has anyone ever told you that you sound like you have Tourettes Syndrome?”
R: “Go and get yourself fucked you fucking c…”
M: “STOP!!!!! Do NOT say that word!!!! Reney STOP!!!! STOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!!!!! I’m begging you don’t go there or I will spank you”
R: “unt!!!”

It was a very funny morning and I laughed and laughed and laughed, I’m still laughing when I replay the whole conversation in my head. Haha ha hahahaha

So, if anybody is interested I suggest you hit this: http://www.mutemath.com/

And watch an amazing band make amazing music.

Then I met up with my bestie V. at The Organic Supermarket and I quickly ran around the supermarket like a wild woman throwing things into my carry basket bumping into everyone and everything and I had to wait to be served at the deli and wait and wait and wait and I grabbed my mobile and spastically sms’d V. my apologies for taking so long in the supermarket. V. was out in the café happily ordering coffees for the both of us.

Whilst I was pacing out the front of the deli counter and trying to add up what my shopping should come to without using my fingers as an abacus I realized how fucking pathetic and neurotic and angst ridden I looked to the other shoppers.

It hit me. “Girl, deep breath in and exhale, and chill out, its okay V. is ordering coffee, the girl behind the deli is going as fast as she possibly can…and breathe…. its okay the supermarket wont close and breathe…stop frowning and looking so angry, its okay and breathe….smile…its okay now breathe…” It was a weird moment to actually realize how fucking stupid and mean and cranky and mental I must look to people. I guess I also realized that its okay to take your time and do things nice and slowly and don’t always be in a hurry.

Lets hope this lasts and I stay this motherfucking mellow.


Peace OUT!!!


Reney