The blog of a person off his rocking chair

I sit, my left side against the window that begins at my shoulder height, aboard a train heading for the destination, Newcastle. I just had the notion of a blog, well, my friend did last week, making one and my group at university in Information Systems class had to make one, so here I am making one for myself.
This won't be too mundane as a lot of interesting things happen in my life, for one, i regularly ponder over the thought that I might be insane as I seem to do a lot of bizarre things. That's good for you, since you will be reading about them. A brief summary is that I go into the city some times and mime, I dance, I write musicals about teapots and I write a lot of poetry and children's stories (half finished) that may one day see light.
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THE TRAIN
Today on the train, my brother and I sat in the one carriage where we could find a seat, it was the carriage furthest away from the platform at Sydney Central station. We sat down and laughed at our predicament. There was a lady crying, swearing and carrying on about her dad, her phone being stolen, dying when she wants to, and making it uncomfortable for us. Anyway, I saw two empty beer glasses next to her and she wasn't behaving like someone normally does on a train. She stood up, asked us to watch her bags, we agreed, walked off to some where on the train for 20 minutes, a man sat down who had a mullet, southern cross shorts, tattoos and was singing "ding a ling ling". The lady came back and was crying and going nuts about her phone, he was really nice and inquired and  he tried to help her but she judged him and had a go at him. He was really nice, I don't understand why he looked how he looked when he came off as nice and intelligent. The cops got her off the train at Gosford and he got off at Gosford also but for an interview (I overheard the phone call). After that a bunch of young kids got on, talking about boogers and got off, then some young girls got on and banged on the windows and played some not so good dance music really loud (I enjoy dance music but not that song). My brother is reading the book 'Animal Farm' by George Orwell that I had in my bag. I was reading the Pigeon. I get tired from reading. This chair hurts my back.