Yesterday was pretty tiring, but a whole lot of fun. Well, the day was heaps fun, but it was a shame the night ended the way it did. It started out pretty normally; me not wanting to get out of bed even though I had to feed Bron. I eventually mustered up the energy to get up so that he wouldn't go hungry. Then, it was off to meet up with Ian so he could pick out his formal outfit. The plan was to meet up at Blacktown at 10AM. However, thanks to DOTA, Ian lost track of time and was a tad late. Did I say a tad? I meant 90 minutes. So, for 90 whole minutes, I had to walk around Westpoint finding things to do. At first I thought he would only be 10 minutes to half an hour late, so I just toured EB and Games Wizards. When that didn't kill as much time as I expected, I decided to look around for shoes. Sadly, nothing new. Having not wasted enough time, I bought myself a Ralph magazine. Didn't wanna seem creepy by sitting in the middle of Westpoint checking out the chicks from Ralph, so decided to focus on the Video Games Section. Anywho, Ralph killed a lot of time, and eventually Ian got to Blacktown. After a fruitless 10 minutes browsing through Westpoint, we decided to hit up the City for the proper formal shopping.
Side note: I think I'm more prone to stupidity around train stations. There was that time I only took the coins for my change and left the notes, the time I tried to pay with a keycard, and today when I tried to get to Central on a return ticket to Parra. Awesome. *cough*HIMBO*cough*
We were pretty lost as soon as we got out. We ended up at the Powerhouse Museum. WTF? Lolzordz! Anywho, found our way out of there and made it to Market City, where we found a sweet looking green Nike hoody. Ian was thinking of using it, but he decided to leave it and just come back for it some other time. I 'somehow' ended up at Utopia. I didn't plan that one at all. I didn't try to distract Ian from his shopping so that I could buy more CD's. Of course not. Anywho, finally have all the Death Cab full-length albums after buying Something About Airplanes and We Have the Facts, and We're Voting Yes today. Should be good listening for the coming weeks of relaxation. Along the way, we ended up doing a lot of walking (we visited four different GP's) but barely any shopping (I ended up buying one shirt; he bought none). It was cool because we had one of those life discussion conversations we haven't had in a while. We also managed to sing quite a lot today, mostly stuff from The Postal Service. Quite a bit of Postal Service lyrics analysis along the way, as well.
Anyway, home time was the rush rush (to the llello) adventure part. Karl told us that our game was on at 7:30PM, and seeing as it was still only 5PM, we weren't in any rush to get home. However, being the idiots that we were, we took too much time trying to get home, and we ended up stranded at Blacktown Station at 7:15PM with no way home. The bus was supposed to come at 7PM, but didn't even bother turning up. So, we had to call Karl to pick us up. He was kind enough to do so, which meant we had to get from the Station, back home to get changed and then all the way to KB in about 15 minutes. Seeing as Karl's a race car driver, we managed to make it in about 25, which wasn't too bad. We weren't late anyway.
Anyway, more game disorganisation really took us out of it. We had the effort, but none of the discipline or planning that leads to wins. So, we took home another loss. I remain optimistic about this team, though. It just takes some time.
After the game was more basketball at Ian's house. It was also the kind of ball that I liked: one-on-one. Had my ugly competitive streak shine through again after losing one match. Karl should be used to it by now. All this basketball's left me dead tired though, so I guess it's off to bed for me. Anyways, later days!
- marty..
P.S. Post-HSC shopping spree list, v2.0:
Games - WWE Smackdown vs Raw 06; Ultimate Spider-Man
Albums - OK Go - Oh No; Yellowcard - Lights and Sounds; Amity Lane - The Sound of Regret; The Drama Club - The Long Way Down; Nine Black Alps - Everything Is; Trapt
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