7th August 2002

It’s Wednesday already, I should have stuff to write about. I probably do, it is just no consciously floating about in my mind just at the moment. We’ll see how it turns out.

I’m currently frustrated. I wish I could mould my friends a bit better, so that they would actually know what I am thinking or I could understand their motives a bit better.

It is that time of the year. My birthday is just a few days away. My birthday is generally a time when I will plan celebration things to maximise everyone’s enjoyment. It is rare that it all goes to plan; it is rare for it to go anywhere near to plan in fact. So this year I thought I wouldn’t plan anything, just see if anyone remembered. Sarah remembered and went on at me to let everyone know what I was doing in order to celebrate. I was informed that I had to do something, so I invited them to the IHT fantasy league meeting on Thursday. Maybe this will prove to be a mistake, maybe I will have the time of my life, we’ll see.

So I’m feeling a bit depressed again, like I always seem to be at this time of year, I should be used to it by now, but for some reason I’m still lulled into it’s clutches. Silly me. With any luck I’ll celebrate my next birthday in a foreign country.

My new stereo was delivered yesterday. It amused me that I set the thing up perfectly well and in working order and then looked at the instructions. I was more confused after I read them than when I was before I started! It does a whole load of cool things which I will learn about when I can be bothered.

Erin sent me a couple of birthday packages this week, thanks Erin and bad me for opening the early I know. I now have a Louisiana state quarter for my collection, meaning that I have, albeit briefly, all of the currently available US state quarters.

Last weekend wasn’t too bad, Friday night was a bit of a disappointment. No one had organised anything, I know I am as much to blame as anyone, but trying to organise anything with us lot is like hitting your head against a brick wall most of the time. I had agreed to head off to the Oak with my dad but had been delayed as I was uploading a website (The dream team one, yes I know I am a geek). When I did make it to the Oak, I was less than overjoyed to learn that there was no live music being played and instead we were ‘treated’ to Kiss FM TV. We came home early.

Saturday evening was interesting. After waiting forever for Del and Jo to turn up, we kind of missed any chance we had to go to Frank and Bennies in the Brewery Centre in Romford. Initially I wasn’t too sure I liked the sound of this, but I was growing to like the idea. This meant we had to find somewhere else to eat. We ended up in Pizza Express. Pizza Express I note from study has crap on everything. Peppers or mushrooms or sauce or strange vegetables or garnish and other stuff. Not to my palette at all. They could do at least something for the person who wants to eat a meal and not the garnish, but no it appears they couldn’t. This is why I do not like dining in Pizza Express. Nice dough balls, nice deserts, but nothing even vaguely like a proper meal that I would eat!

Later we went to the cinema and I saw Austin Powers 3 for the second time, obviously I didn’t laugh quite so hard this time, but it was still enjoyable. The majority of the crowd then went on to Time and Envy and I went home. Where my phone acted up.

So Sunday I got up earlier than average for a Sunday and marched off to Argos to get some new phone bits n bobs. I came back with a cordless phone for my room, and well outside of my room too. Lots of toys for me.

This evening I have to pay a pound for the privilege of not going to badminton. My friends again following weird paths of logic, joy.

I think I have finished ranting for the time being which is probably a good thing. Til Next time.