Over the last couple of days, due to increasing amounts of time being holed up in my room, I've come to the realisation that I could live in my room, without ever leaving it, for at least three days.
I have a laptop with Wi-Fi, so I can stay connected to the outside world. I have a mobile phone, so I can stay connected to the outside world in a less nerdy way. I have a charger for said mobile phone, so I don't run out of power when communicating with the outside world. There's a PSP AND a DS, both of which I can download games for from the Internet on my laptop. I can even watch TV on my laptop, like I was doing last night. I have massive speakers, which I can hook up to my laptop or iPod, and fulfill my music needs when I don't want to communicate with the outside world, or when I'm watching TV. On the floor, there are about five soccer balls, two decks of playing cards, a shelf of Lego, and stacks of novels. There is a clarinet and a guitar. Just so that I don't run out of steam on either of these, I have about six guitar picks and about a years supply of reeds.
I even have food in my room, although this is due to the fact that I use two bags for uni, so when I switch I forget to take them out, then I pack too many the next time I use it, so I take them out, etc. I think I may even have a bottle of water under the bed, although cardiac arrest could occur if I were to drink from it. I can even study in my room, as all my textbooks and whatnot are right here. As for bathroom needs...well, there's a big window there leading out to the garden...
All this is fine. I could hole myself up in my room for a week, nay a month. But the thing that I can't get in my room, one thing that I can't fulfill, which I have also discovered this week, is human company. I don't know why. I'm not even that social a person. But I guess I'm only not so social around people I don't know. But I like seeing people that I do know and like on a regular basis. A week is far too long a time without exterior contact, which is exactly what's going on. So in a way, I'm looking forward to the exam tomorrow, because then at least I'll be able to see my homies.
On to the game last night. Just in case you've been living under a rock, don't possess any form of technology, have an IQ of below 50, or you're an AFL fan (snap), the Socceroos played Japan last night for bragging rights, as both of them were already qualified for next year's World Cup.
I must say that Japan has a better second-string team than Australia does. And Australia does, at times, defend terribly.
But we have Cahill.
When Cahill plays, Cahill delivers. He is the Australian Steven Gerrard. Who else scores two for you when you're a goal down?
Another standout player, in my opinion, was Nick Carle. Give him a couple of years, and he could really be something. He's the player that Australia's been missing for a while now. Someone with a bit of class, trickiness and touch. Alternatively, they could just put Isaac in the team. The other teams would just forfeit out of fear, because they know that no matter what they do, they cannot stop the inexorable might of Isaac.
Word of the day: Bedroom
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