I just got in, changed completely ready to go the gym. I then sat down for five minutes, and changed back and turned on my computer.
At least I’ve done some exercise today in the form of a breakdancing workshop, otherwise I’d feel truly guilty.
Well I casued some confusion with my cryptic comments about beard growing and the like.
Well you can rest assured that I am no longer on the path to shaggy beard-vile and I’m veering back to the land of the neatly trimmed. The whole saga, that went largely undocumented on this site, cuminated yesterday with me giving a Valentines card and little bear to a womyn at work.
This got me a hug, a kiss, a (relevant) phone number and a promise of a ‘date’ next week.
Life is good and I am happy!
Never a truer work spoken (or written) in my opinion. Personally I love giving, because when I get it right, the look of gratitude and appreciation gives me a nice warm feeling.
Of course you could argue that this is a selfish reason to give people gifts, and I wouldn’t disagree with that argument. However the main thing is that the person on the receiving end doesn’t see it like that. ‘Wow what a fantastic present, it’s exactly what I wanted, you selfish bastard’ is not something you’ll hear very often, if ever.
The reason I’m sharing this is because yesterday it was Lucys birthday (my housemate) and I managed to get her a good gift that she wanted. Strangely in most cases I actually prefer giving to receiving, simply because I’m not very good at showing how much I appreciate things that people get for me. Or at least not at the time of giving.
Not that I’m saying stop getting me gifts or anything, I do really appreciate them!
…may have dropped myself in it there…
Wow, I’m feeling pretty tired today. I was yesterday too, but I know the reason for yesterday. On Wednesday I went out for a drink with some potential new housemates, three guys, they all seemed pretty sound.
If they decide to move in that that’ll reduce the stress factor a bit, seeing as I had to borrow a load of money from my Dad to put down the deposit so I could stay in the house.
Erm, thats all really.
Well, its been a few days and I’ve kinda dropped out of the habit of blogging. It’s probably because things have been quite busy at the office, and I’ve not been in the mood.
Never fear though, gentle reader, I intend to keep up the flow of randomness, interspersed with what I hope are interesting facts 🙂
Valentines day is coming up, what do I have planned?
Well Toby, a guy from breakdancing has invited me out for a run, seeing as he goes past my house on his weekly jog. I don’t have a better offer so I may take him up on that.
In case you were wondering, ‘run’ and ‘jog’ are NOT prison lingo for dodgy acts, I’m not gay and thats that…. just so you’re sure 😉
It may not be much in the grand scheme of things, but I’m feeling damn proud. Prepare to experient the first recording of Rob playing the guitar! here it is.
Now I know it’s short, but this ensemble piece took and hour to record, as it’s actually for three guitars. So I had to record each track while listening to the last and getting them in time and etc etc…
Actually getting the notes right was a challenge enough…
so yeah.
It’s not actually the entire piece, that’s still to come, but I feel quite rediculously proud of it.
Of course it wouldn’t have been possible without my guitar teacher, Tobias. He’s been damn good, and let me use his portable studio and electro-acoustic guitar to make this recording in my last lesson. 🙂
Here is a story of an event that pretty much defines the standard woman:
Around a friends house (who may or may not wish to remain nameless) we’re watching a DVD. Being a bloke I realize that there is something wrong with the picture, the following ensues:
Me: Lets have the remote I think the aspect ratio is wrong.
Remote gets handed, TV gets switched from normal to wide (or some such) picture no londer looks stretched
Her: Oh no I like it like that, it makes all the skinny actresses look fat.
Me: …
So there you have it.
Next week, chocolate and its amazing power!
Well yesterday it came to that time where I had to leave Plymouth and get the train back home. So as usual my Dad gave me a lift to the station for the 16:40 to London Paddington. Unfortunately the train didn’t exist, ‘due to planned engineering works’. Even more of a pain, the next train took five and a half hours to get upto Guildford!!
This would have resulted in me getting in so late that I would probably be unable to get up for work, or at the very leaast I’d be so incredably tired that I’d be next to useless at work.
Seeing as I’d had a really relaxing time over the weekend and am feeling much better for the food and sleep gained from this weekend I didn’t want to ‘kill’ it all by missing loads of sleep last night.
So I’ve had to take the day off and I’m travelling back today.
Some of the more cynical Britons out there would start to make disparaging comments about the british public transport system. Personally I’m not so sure. It is deffinately true that it was in a terrible state several years ago, but from my limited experience I’d say that its getting a lot better.
I’m already thinking that I may regret that title…
Anyway, I am, at the moment, kind of growing a beard. Almost by choice.
The meaning of this statement may or may not become clear. I realise I’ve been a bit secretive about some things of late… or at least hinted at things and then left you guessing.
Well hopefully the build up will be worth it and we’ll all be smilling and laughing at some point in the future.
The near future.
If that isn’t vauge enough: Watch out for the false monks
I recently found an article on procrastination… Haven’t read it yet, keep putting it off….
😛
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