Euphonium.

Euphoria has well and truly worn off.

Especially the kind of euphoria like this:



Doldrums.

Word of the Day: Doldrums

Rectify. Coming up the spot looking extra fly.

Just now - literally, just now - realised that I haven't written anything funny for a while. Or even anything fun.

I guess it's just kind of reflective of where I am right now. Just not a whole lot of fun/ny stuff going on right now in my life.

It's not as doomy and gloomy as it sounds. On Saturday, I managed to cop some golf with some mates, and a half-day trip to Healesville with the family. My only slight, temporary regret was not going to the Melbourne show. Then I saw that lunch was not had until 1:30, and my regret was pared back significantly.

Even Wednesday night, with class running until 9 p.m., and getting drenched on the way back, after a day of work, it wasn't so bad. Got to hang out with friends that I hadn't seen in a while.

And even at work right now, the team I'm with is fairly awesome. We have random conversations about random, non-work-related things. It's almost like being back at uni. And I almost, almost, feel like I know what I'm doing, and I'm doing it more or less ahead of schedule.

But yeah, just kind of nothing that really jumps out like, woah, that was funny.

I'll work on it.

Word of the Day: Rectify

Annoyed Part 6

So I was looking forward to tomorrow a lot.

Now I'm just annoyed. Everyone in my family just seems to be totally against the idea of simple. They have a tendency to make simple things very difficult.

It's just a BBQ. In essence, it consists of very little.

1. Shop for stuff to BBQ.
2. Prepare the stuff for BBQ.
3. BBQ the stuff.
4. Serve and eat. Arguably could be split into two steps.

There. Four, possibly five if you want to be pedantic about it, simple, self-explanatory, easy-to-follow steps.

Not so, according to my family.

"How will you cook the stuff? Who's going to look after the dog? Women's finals is on tomorrow night!"

I've cooked BBQs before.

The dog can look after itself.

Ok, so the women's final was a slight oversight, but not really my fault. It was either make it a school night, which I got told not to, or tomorrow, or like a month after my birthday. See the conundrum? Who watches women's tennis anyway?

Also, they don't seem to find it one bit awkward, them being there at the table with my friends. It's not like I mind them being there. I love my family. It's just with that many of my friends there, I don't know what they'd do with themselves. My friends and my family. It's like, what we do is different to what they do.

They were supposed to clear the house. But now, after they've used those above arguments, it doesn't look like happening. I should've just made it a dinner in the city or something. Much simpler, less time consuming, less frustration-inducing, almost makes more sense economically, don't have to take care of the dog, get table service, can actually do stuff afterwards. Problem was, I expected a lot more people to turn up. Who knew that half my friends would be overseas?

In summary, this is way more trouble than I bargained for. I just hope it somehow works itself out. If not, I guess my friends will just have to talk to my parents. What should've been a rollicking event has just now pretty much turned into 'meh' at this stage. I hope events tomorrow conspire to change this. Please.

Also, I hope that my friends like sitting outside eating, mucking around with a guitar, drinking, talking and/or listening to music. Because that's pretty much what's going to be going on, seeing as the TV will be taken by women's tennis lovers.

I guess it was a bit jinxed from the beginning. I don't know. I just had this feeling. Sometimes I get this feeling. I think it's called anxiety.

A while ago, I was in a happy state. And I also said that things could change in an instant and screw you over. This seems to be that time. Things just start accumulating and before you know it, nothing seems to be going right. I'll just hang around until the next upswing. I'm good at doing that. Most of the time. Or I could go back to my old habit of punching a wall. There may still be that hole from when I punched it last. Guess I'll just have to find another wall.

Word of the Day: BBQed

Curious, curious

And with about an hour-and-a-half of fairly good application towards my work, I seem almost up to date. And I thought I was really behind.

Another observation from today was that I really shouldn't jump and land on my right knee. Right leg was bad enough. Right knee. Stupidity beyond reason.

I also need a wallet. And possibly a bag. And, although I don't technically need it, it would be nice to have an iPhone. I mean, the screen protector on my phone's coming off. Surely that's a good enough reason.

A lesson to be learned from today can be divided into two parts:
1. Do not stick your finger through the ear of a cup so far that your finger gets stuck.
2. If you're stupid enough to do this, do not pull your finger out until cup is empty.

Alas, my sister (the older one, which is even more astounding) contravened these two no-nos. The result was hugely dynamic: flying hot chocolate with sound effects and cup twisting movement. A sight to behold.

A sorry goes out to the Ambassadors for skipping lunch. The marginal cost of attending severely outweighed the marginal benefit. I had work to do, dad had a day off, I'm poor, city on a Sunday, public transport on a Sunday (which is linked to city on a Sunday). Sorry to deprive you of a scribe for this 'extravaganza. I nominate Rui 'Raymond' Ling to replace me.

I don't know where I was going with that post. I think it's because I'm in a very 'meh' mood.

Word of the Day: Meh