...getting rained on in Tokyo.
...old enough to drink alcohol but not old enough to know when to stop.
...blogging since 02/22/03.
Saturday, January 29, 2005
Duck and cover Monday is TF's birthday (you might recall him as my co-worker with the fabulous hair). I have no idea how to celebrate the 27th anniversary of his move out from his mother's uterus. Buying a cake and getting some friends to sing "Happy birthday" would involve planning and the queen of "Don't ask me what I'm going to do in two hours, I haven't decided yet" just doesn't do that kind of thing.
A bottle of champagne is sitting in my fridge and could be opened for that occasion but certainly not by me. I think that champagne bottles are hazardous and should be included in the gun laws of any country. I dive behind the next sofa or pull a human shield in front of me whenever somebody points one of these evil things in my direction. Who knows what carbonated beverages can do when they're not stored in cans or screw cap bottles? Not that I've had bad experiences so far but as a person who tends to get hit by flying objects in the face quite often (no ball games for Annie), I should play it safe.
First time Spain I spent the last few days in Barcelona where I was both on business and for pleasure. The pleasure part got somewhat out of hand, so I'll post more details when exhaustion stops having the same symptoms as intoxication.
Slacker weekend The best plan I had for this weekend was not making any plans at all. Now that I'm not fifteen anymore, I shouldn't feel pressured to clog my weekend schedule with a bunch of pointless activities. It's not like I have to impress the cool kids during recess on Monday, right?
It was very enjoyable how time trickled past me without being put to any productive use. I especially liked pouring orange juice into somebody's navel. It's amazing how much orange juice goes into a belly button. It's also amazing that I aimed so well considering my prior vodka intake. It is even more amazing that I didn't get clubbed to death for it. The advantage of being childish instead of being an actual child is the access to alcohol.
Semi-somnolent bliss There's licorice toffee on the coffee table, internet in my lap, and cable TV in front of me. I'm in a soothing telly watching stupor where I don't even mind the Israeli and Czech commercials on Belgian MTV. In fact, my current state enables me to find Steve-O getting his eyebrows waxed hilarious. But instead of my normal fatigue-induces hysterical fits of laughter, I can barely muster the strength to snortle. Say goodbye to my last brain cell.
Time wasted And again a weekend has passed where everything was to be had except for some good old fashioned rest. Not only did social commitments reduce my relaxation time but also the unfinished business that I can't get done during working days.
On Thursday my internet connection died on me so I spent a major part of Saturday either calling the tech support of my ISP or hanging out in a little computer shop where a nice lady checked my laptop. None of this helped reestablish my umbilical cord of communication but the following day I miraculously got my internet running again.
I have no idea which of the 100 things I changed in the computer did the job or whether the computer fairy just took pity on me. But as this is 2005 now, I will just look at the positive side: while I was in the computer shop I bought a 10m long network cable. This will finally enable me to be online any place in my apartment, from the kitchen to the toilet. Not that I will try the latter any time soon though. That is to say, as far as you know.
First post of the year... procrastination prevails The party I went to in 2004 and left in 2005 was great despite the fact that I got my ass grabbed continuously while dancing. I hope this year will continue to be as much fun as the start of it (minus the inappropriate advances by drunk guys, of course).
The next day I formatted my laptop. It seemed to be a good way to begin 2005: a clean start is just what I need.
An even better way to start the new year is buying two pounds of Belgian chocolate with the intention of finishing them before the end of the week. In combination with my resolution to sleep more, I am happily headed for a life of obesity. If you're looking for me at the next New Year's party, I'll be the fat girl next to the buffet. No more ass grabbing in 2005.