Lazy

Went to Oz Open yesterday. Got sunburnt. That's all I can be stuffed saying at the moment.

Just because you have money, doesn't mean you can buy our shoes

It's really hard to buy good shoes these days. Not that it was really easy back in the day either. Maybe I'm just too finicky. I mean, I see people in brown and pink shoes, and they seem to think they look fine, but I just can't stand them. So everybody else thinks that some other garish colour scheme, like purple and green, sit well together on a shoe, so they'll keep making shoes like that because of the high demand, and I'll never ever see a pair of shoes I like.

This angst against shoemakers surprisingly started when I was looking for a new pair of shoes. I was chasing a pair of Nike AF-1's with red rims at Footlocker. They didn't have my size. I looked in about five different Footlockers. Gone. Sold out. Everyone else bought a pair before you. We only have what's out there. Or, as the Knox guy put it, "Christmas totally annihilated us, man. We won't have new stock until the middle of Jan."

I finally settled on some adidas Superstar (I think that's what they're called), and they were only about 60. However, they were a few sizes too big, so I kept trying the Nikes.

I finally went back to Knox, where they had them in my size, to find out that they weren't really my type of shoe. That's Murphy's Law for you. So I'm still looking for some shoes, and some ideas for what to do for my birthday as well, which I'm sure you could all help me with if you put your mind to it. And don't tell me to have my birthday at Footlocker. And don't buy me shoes for my birthday. They either won't fit, or they'll look terrible.

Music...more like terrible background noise

Listening to the radio at work everyday has led me to believe that good music has gone down the drain. Every day, I hear the same monotonous, repetitive, unoriginal, annoying, and terribly vocalised electropop/techno, or whatever you want to call it. You know...Pink, Nat Bassingthwaite (I never was any good at spelling), Mauboy, Britney, the Veronicas.

When was the last time somebody made something close to Wonderwall, or Tears in Heaven, or Imagine? Or even The Scientist, Cry Me a River, or something that will still be remembered in ten years time?

If a classic is too much to ask for in this day and age, decent songs should still be able to surface.

If have no idea where I'm going with this. I guess I just wanted to vent my bitterness and annoyance at dodgy pop music I hear at work everyday. Peace.

Word of the day: Trash

Apathy

There are many reasons why I haven't blogged for a while, the most obvious being apathy and slackness. The others lose the limelight due to insignificance and to the fact that I can't be bothered listing them.

For those of you who are still interested, I've been working a lot, and doing not much else. I've been informed by people that this habit isn't good for my welfare, but I'll take my chances. I think I'll make this post a recount of my "holidays".

Kris Kringle before Christmas with friends was a good idea. Ingenious really. Very much like something I would come up with. Only I didn't come up with it, so I don't know where that leaves me. Madagascar (number 2! gasp) after that wasn't such a great brainwave. I blame a certain person's inability to beat a certain girl at paperscissorsrock.

Christmas was a blast. Family friends + James Cheng's family came over for a barbecue. Then Zhangary popped over from across the road, which was amusing.

Rosebud trip was gloomy. We actually left early because it was raining and cold, and no sane person wants to go to a beach town in that kind of weather.

That pretty much sums up my holidays so far.

Today, I failed my P-plates test because I forgot to put the handbrake down after reverse parking. Good one, Andrew. And I was doing so well too. I'm pretty cut about it actually.

I need some ideas for what to do for my birthday party. If anyone's reading this, hit me with suggestions.