Elevate

Sign outside the lift in my apartment block. They were trying to say that the lift is being painted.

Liveblogging the weekend (post fact)

PM
5.15 Weekend looks empty. Meh.
5.30 Hit the gym. Must get back in shape.
5.45 Much bigger wuss than I though.
6.00 Still hanging in there.
6.15 Some days even imagining Usain Bolt doesn’t help.
6.30 Mate calls, dinner at fancy Italian place. Oooh. Well, sorta.
7.00 Shower. Wonder if having scrub gloves may be a lil not-so-manly after all.
7.05 Nope. Gloves are most excellent.
7.15 Pick out clothes.
7.20 Seek Robin’s opinion on clothes.
7.30 Mess about for an hour to work out what to wear.
7.45 Ignore opinion
8.00 Leave for dinner.
8.20 Oh. Strangers. And one mate.
8.30 Mate taking gf home to meet mum apparently.
8.31 Maybe I should take less pleasure in this and tell him it’s a bad idea.
8.32 Sod it. This should be fun.
8.33 Drink
10.00 Ooooh. Stake.
11.30 Bugger. Somebody help me finish this.
12.00 Drive back.
AM
12.30 Friend’s place. Not sleepy at all. Yay. Party on.
12.35 Drinks.
12.40 Oh. Boy. This is slow. Maybe a DVD then.
12.41 Ooooooh. The Dark Knight. Good movie This will keep us up.
12.42 Asleep.
07.00 No hangover. Didn’t drink enough.
07.01 Calls at 12.45. Slept right through. Meh.
07.02 Mate still asleep. Typical.
07.05 Disaster. Mate appears to have no toothpaste. Must reevaluate friendship.
07.10 Found toothpaste.
07.10 Not toothpaste. Now really nee toothpaste.
07.25 Found toothpaste. Reconfirmed it is, in fact, toothpaste.
07.25 Disaster. Mate appears to have no spare brushes. Must reevaluate friendship.
07.25 Brush(?) with finger. Ew.
07.30 Prickly stubble. Shave.
07.31 Disaster. Mate appears to have no disposable razor. Must reevaluate friendship.
07.32 Shaving with fingers. Not as effective.
07.32 Mate still asleep. Typical.
07.32 Disaster. Mate appears to have no coffee. Friendship reevaluated. He’s out.
07.25 Found coffee. Reconfirmed it is, in fact, coffee.
07.30 Good coffee.
07.30 Friendship reevaluated. He’s alright.
07.45 Maybe another cup.
07.45 Disaster. Mate appears to have run out of coffee. Friendship reevaluated. He’s out.
10.32 Mate still asleep. Typical.
10.32 Make a racket. Accidentally.
10.32 Mate awake. How terribly unusual.
10.33 Get out to pick up a movie. Get some breakfast.
10.45 Mate dragging his ass. Typical.
11.00 Ooooooh. Wall-E. Good movie This will keep us up.
11.15 Pop the DVD in.
11.20 Asleep.
PM
07.20 Hey. Where’d Sunday go?
07.21 Must make notes when I think of funnies to liveblog. This attempt obviously was not. Shite. Oooooh. My first two line post, in the post.

Pet peeves

1. Slow walkers
2. Floor sweepers who will not get out of the way, and do their best to trip you up. (But in all fairness, that's probably the only entertainment they get).
3. Honking overtakers (Overtake if you can, honking only makes me slow down and block you for miles)
4. Kids on planes
5. Kids in airport lobbies
6. Kids in movies
7. Kids in movie theaters
8. Pomeranians (Furry footballs)
9. Teases
10. Illogicals (They are a whole class of people, believe you me)
11. Louds
12. Kids anywhere
13. akward silences on the phone. (get off the phone, damn you)
...more to come

help.

i have a theory.

I have a theory. It's simple enough to articulate - "Nobody in your life should be more important to you, than you are to them." It's designed to save you from hurt, build only as many walls as necessary, trust only as much as offered. Easy said, harder done. More on this thought later.

Merrrrrrrry frickin' Christmas and a harpy new year.

Christmas and New Year are supposed to be have the highest suicides, I am told. Not really surprising. All the forced cheer puts in sharp contrast the reality that surrounds us. The stupid cheery Santa, characters from tales we don't understand, images from lands we have never seen, people we will never know. Yeah, all that happiness can get you down I bet. It does me.

Merrrrrrrry frickin' Christmas and a harpy new year.

(p.s. i figure i had better blog in short burts. if i wait for my attentian span to improve and write something coherent, it'll be a long wait.)

I love mornings like this.. they are hard to find. Waking up when its still night, out. Lights pepper the skyline, and stars still dot the clear sky. The velvet black seems to deepen as nature wakes to bird calls, and I can see a hint of crimson breaking out of the east. And it just seems to last for hours, as the sun explores colors and hues before deciding on the day to follow. Mornings unspoilt by human presence.. no people milling about, no footsteps, no doors closing or lifts moving just the sound of the wind making its way through the leaves. Its so beautiful, I yearn for someone to share it with, a companion wholl need no words to share the moment. But thatll have to wait. For now, I like to think that a morning like this presages a perfect day.. but the voice in my head thinks maybe the best part of my day may just be ending. :>


Whoever you are, wherever you are, I hope you see many, many morning like this. Have a good one!