Much ado about nothing
The title says it all really. I could blabber on for ever on this here blog about the things I’ve been doing since my last post (which seems like so long ago!) and probably not a lot to show for it 
In fact, in the aforementioned time since my last post, I’ve gained a year. That’s right, I’m now 22. “Over the hill”, as some have called me. I don’t know what that makes people who’re older than me; plummetting into the abyss? Who knows.
As I recall, Candice had just gone to America. She has since returned triumphantly, with some lovely presents for yours truly. She had a great time on their whirlwind trip, thanks for asking.
I had my birthday on 23/09, with mum and dad returning from the coast, and Bryce returning from South Africa on the 22nd. Deano came over for tea, and we went to the newly discovered (and closer) Pizza Napoli. Quite enjoyable, despite my inexplicable tiredness.
Shortly after everyone came home, they all buggered off again. Bryce went to Canberra, Mum and Dad went to Airlie Beach, and Dean went to Europe. I must smell pretty bad or something though I did have some visitors.
John and Sandra Grantham came down for their nephew’s (I think) wedding and stayed for a few days, and Jake came down from Rocky with his mum and girlfriend “Ai” pronounced “eye”. He, however, was also departing the country; off to Japan for 10 months on scholarship.
Also of note whilst on the topic of leaving the country, Sam left for South Korea, via the freshly overthrown Thailand for a week. Fortunately for him, it was peaceful.
What else happened… I dunno.
I’ve since bought a remote control radio pack, which I’m fortunate enough to get half of for my christmas present (and get to use it early), as I have taken up the hobby of remote control gliding. “Slope Soaring” to be precise, flying something called a “Zagi“. Steve (the 4th door neighbour) was kind enough to give me his old one, presumably on loan until I get my own which I’m keen as proverbial mustard to fly. We will hopefully get a chance to fly on Sunday. I can’t wait - I’m TOTALLY pumped.
Also, my friend from high school, Morgan and I are starting a band, potentially with Chris. I’ll be playing the bass, and I’ve been playing it at just about any given opportunity. Though in sadder news, Morgan’s old band is apparently in a spiral of self-destruction, leading to the formation of this new band. It’s kinda been an ambition of mine to be in a band with Morgan since about grade 9, and so for it to finally be coming to fruition, I’m pretty excited. Chris and I have also often said (with nothing ever coming of it) that we should start a band, and so it’s as though two pathways are combining. Worlds coliding! Deary me. It’s all happening.
Candice and I went to the Indy on Sunday with MANY thanks to Berny. He’d been down there since Thursday (I think) with work, and so didn’t find the spare passes that had been mailed to him until Sunday upon his return, and I was fortunate enough to be on the receiving end of the phone call offering them to me. So we made a brief but enjoyable journey down there with some time to see the champ cars do half a dozen laps, and then the final V8’s race. It’s quite impressive how fast they go around such small quarters.
In other news, I’ve interpreted recent personal events as life giving me a “wake-up call”, if you will, that I need to get myself an aprenticeship. So, I’ll have to start making some genuine in-roads, as opposed to the half-arsed ones that I didn’t really actually make in the first place.
I’ve only had work on Monday this week, so I’m going a little stir-crazy. I’m going to a halloween party tomorrow night after Cebs which should be fun. I’m not sure what to dress up as yet, but we’ll see. I’ve been scouring the net for some ideas, and most of em are a little boring, or if you’ve ever been to Cockeyed.com, some of em are just too dam hard for a holiday we don’t really celebrate.
I think I’ve crapped on enough for now. Part of the reason it’s been so long between blogs is becauuse I lost/forgot the password to login to write, and Dean had to reset it. Teehee. Ah well. Til next time - don’t hold your breath.