Buns of Steel
So, we meet again, blog o' mine.
First, and most importantly, riding a bike is good. I've never been a muscular guy or anything, but after only a month or so, my legs (well, thighs) are akin rocks made of diamond (er, nanotubes. Frozen.) Okay, well, they're a long way from perfect, but after a relatively short time they're good. They're still hurting a fair bit in general, but I'm pushing myself harder and harder each day between home and work. There's something entirely satisfying about getting home and collapsing (in front of Neighbours, of course).
Speaking of Neighbours, I'm bummed that I missed last night's episode. I missed it in a pretty decent fashion, though, checking in at home at a touch after 1am. (Riding home down Chapel street, Josh versus the drunken masses, is scary).
Why so late? Well, I started off working late. I had things under control..kinda. Lunch went for a fair long time (we set out for some Coq, ended up with some awesome-burger. Managed to not have to pay for it, too. Win!), and after lunch when I was settling in to deliver something on time for once, an account manager decided to ask 'is it possible to get this done? It needs to be done today'. Great, thanks. It's the first time in a long time that I nearly lost it - I really had to bite my tongue. In the end, though, everything was done that needed to be done, so that was good.
After work, I hung around at the office til about midnight because it's was captain Hodgey's last day. Myself and five others waited around, they drank, we ate pizza, played bad music and just chilled. It was pretty good, really.. something that I kind of needed, too. Just to finish off a lame week, you know? Instead of just coming home and sitting around doing nothing. Got to have some laughs and chats and all that.
High fives for a West Coast victory today, too. I had a pretty good feeling about it this round.
The real question is, though, pink iridum goggles? I think so.
After being paid only yesterday, I will be pretty much poor in about a week. After rent, phone and a bundle of snow junk (board, season pass, car pass, goggles), that's my whole pay gone pretty much. But who needs to pay for food, anyway? Dad brought me a box (a BOX) of hot chocolate (instead of Easter eggs), so as long as I still have a job, I can siphon off some milk each day for hot chocolating purposes. Life will be good. Until I get paid next, then life will get significantly better.
A good life is a good life. (Obviously).
I really wanted to get out to see Bane tonight, too. One of the first hardcore bands I listened too, really. But seriously, I hate the smoking laws at venues in Victoria. Canberra had no smoking policies, Victoria is yet to institute them. Soon, I hear (July first?), but not yet. I think there's an all ages show tomorrow that I'll aim for.
Thassall. Sleep tight.
First, and most importantly, riding a bike is good. I've never been a muscular guy or anything, but after only a month or so, my legs (well, thighs) are akin rocks made of diamond (er, nanotubes. Frozen.) Okay, well, they're a long way from perfect, but after a relatively short time they're good. They're still hurting a fair bit in general, but I'm pushing myself harder and harder each day between home and work. There's something entirely satisfying about getting home and collapsing (in front of Neighbours, of course).
Speaking of Neighbours, I'm bummed that I missed last night's episode. I missed it in a pretty decent fashion, though, checking in at home at a touch after 1am. (Riding home down Chapel street, Josh versus the drunken masses, is scary).
Why so late? Well, I started off working late. I had things under control..kinda. Lunch went for a fair long time (we set out for some Coq, ended up with some awesome-burger. Managed to not have to pay for it, too. Win!), and after lunch when I was settling in to deliver something on time for once, an account manager decided to ask 'is it possible to get this done? It needs to be done today'. Great, thanks. It's the first time in a long time that I nearly lost it - I really had to bite my tongue. In the end, though, everything was done that needed to be done, so that was good.
After work, I hung around at the office til about midnight because it's was captain Hodgey's last day. Myself and five others waited around, they drank, we ate pizza, played bad music and just chilled. It was pretty good, really.. something that I kind of needed, too. Just to finish off a lame week, you know? Instead of just coming home and sitting around doing nothing. Got to have some laughs and chats and all that.
High fives for a West Coast victory today, too. I had a pretty good feeling about it this round.
The real question is, though, pink iridum goggles? I think so.
After being paid only yesterday, I will be pretty much poor in about a week. After rent, phone and a bundle of snow junk (board, season pass, car pass, goggles), that's my whole pay gone pretty much. But who needs to pay for food, anyway? Dad brought me a box (a BOX) of hot chocolate (instead of Easter eggs), so as long as I still have a job, I can siphon off some milk each day for hot chocolating purposes. Life will be good. Until I get paid next, then life will get significantly better.
A good life is a good life. (Obviously).
I really wanted to get out to see Bane tonight, too. One of the first hardcore bands I listened too, really. But seriously, I hate the smoking laws at venues in Victoria. Canberra had no smoking policies, Victoria is yet to institute them. Soon, I hear (July first?), but not yet. I think there's an all ages show tomorrow that I'll aim for.
Thassall. Sleep tight.