Overstanding

Sometimes (often at the most inappropriate times), I understand things so well, that I could be said to be overstanding them.

For example, I now understand why people get so peeved when their boyfriend (or girlfriend, depending on what floats your boat, etc) doesn't call them at a predetermined time.

It's just dumb. It's like, if you call them, then it's like you're being annoying. But if you don't, then they're unlikely to ever call you. Or anything similar. Ever.

This isn't about a girlfriend (or boyfriend, for that matter). It's just a friend. I just don't know what I have to do for her to remember my existence. It's a bit weird. The only way to describe it is phase-y. Like, we'll be all cool for a while, then for the next while, it's like I'm invisible man. Or something even worse. Like Poisonous Man. Or something.

Anyway, I was going to talk about that Jessie J song, but it seems to pale into a bit of insignificance right about now. I guess we'll leave it for next time. Or the time after. Or whenever.

To finish on a bright note (which I like doing), it hasn't been all doom and gloom. Seems like I have friends (or miscellaneous activities) to occupy me most days.

For example, Banh's epic cookfest night thing that happened at some point in the last few days. Good stuff.

Or the impromptu hours-long supper at Max Brenner and some other random trendy cafe in Glen Waverley with James Cheng, Meng, Hayley and Lily. That was awesome. Massive talkfest about everything and anything, and a lot of nothing as well.

And a roadtrip to look forward to soonish. And Harry Potter movie and all. Would be an excellent holiday, if not for the fact that a) I'm quite worried about failing one or more units, and b) I don't have employment secured for next year, and people around me are talking about how awesome their jobs are/how awesome they want their jobs to be. But que sera, sera, and all that. I'll just give it my best shot, and if it's not enough, I guess I'll just have to give it my best shot again. I just hate letting my parents down, that's all.

But ending on a bright note, and all, good stuff to look forward to this holiday season.

Word of the Day: Phase

Car-ed

At long, long last, I have obtained a vehicle.

Yes, this time around, I have really obtained it. It's sitting in my newly-cleared-out garage right now.

The Corolla (I really need to think of a more creative name for it. 'My car' doesn't really quite cut it either) accelerates like a beast. Or as beasty as a small car can get. It's has absolutely no problems accelerating.

And the colour. Oh man. I'd forgotten how good the colour was. During this past week, I'd been sort of regretting choosing this colour, even though I didn't have much choice. It was either black, or this, which is a no-brainer. Black cars get dirty and hot very quickly.

Turns out I'd remembered the colour wrong in my mind. I thought it was a lot darker. Turns out it's more of a light silvery blue, rather than the dark blue that I had remembered. It's so mad. So classy, yet so much more exciting than silver.

Bootspace is massive. Like, you could fit two of me in there probably.

And best of all, I can plug an iPod in there. Oh yes. My whole music collection. None of this CD shuffling.

I'm kind of scared of driving it now though. I have no idea why my parents bought a new car in the first place. Not that I'm complaining. But insurance is massive, until I'm 25. Which I thought was a bit extreme. I mean, I'm a late starter, but I would've been driving for five years by then. But, as my father says, they clearly don't value customers in our age bracket.

But the fact still remains that I haven't driven for about 10 months. So it'll be a while before I'm burning up a street near you.

Word of the Day: Corolla