Thursday, August 23, 2007

What I would give for a baseball bat...

I'm so sick of friggin incompetence and people getting involved in things that don't concern them. And I have to run around cleaning up the mess.


I want my Muse tickets already

Sunday, August 19, 2007

Are we really this stupid?

I really have to question where the common sense has gone when I see that on an item of clothing. Seriously??

So Daniel, Sarah, Toru and I went off to be cultured last night and saw King Lear. And I'm sure Daniel wants to be reminded that we all saw Sir Ian McKellen naked. I have learnt that close to 4 hours of Shakespeare in a warm, stuffy theatre after a couple of beers is just not for me. But in all seriousness, of all the opportunities to be cultured this was probably the best.

Muse are coming!!! I'm always in need of a concert :P Snow Patrol next month and then Muse in November.

I did an interview en francais this morning for a radio segment. Eek. I should've known I would have to do it in French but somehow I thought otherwise. Oh well, the other guy had more to say than me so I got off easy.

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

Same old, same old...

Yeah so I haven't written anything in awhile but it's all the same old crap these days. Unfortunately I seemed to have filled my spare time up a little too well, most likely in an attempt to compensate for other things, and now I feel like I hardly have any free time. And thus the vicious cycle of resentment begins...

So yeah, I'm still going to the gym 5 days a week, still going to my French classes (which is now just an "advanced class", mainly conversational) and hopefully going to work my way towards taking the TEF at the end of the year, still geeking it up and playing Lord of the Rings Online...

I managed to see three films at the film festival, and am proud to say that I went to three excellent movies (and considering the large number to choose from...). La Vie en Rose, Eagle vs Shark and Once. I had to put songs from "Once" on my iPod... Such a lovely film. Bless the Irish.

Isn't it fun when you almost literally walk into an ex at the pub and you get less acknowledgment than you would from a complete stranger. Awesome.