Well, I was meaning this entry to be about how tonight I was one of those people you see at the pub sitting by themselves, enraptured in the television, and thinking, dreading that I will continue to be one of those lonely people at the pub, and sitting by myself at the end of the bar when I'm retired or something. Yep, something to dread.
The thing is that I make friends very easily, but most of my friends are broad based rather than deep. This being the case especially since all my deep friendships are scattered over the globe, and I keep moving countries every couple of years LOL. Apart from workmates or ex-workmates, there is bugger all friendship wise in Brisbane - but I would just love a person or five to go to the movie or watch sports or go to concerts with. I even have gone onto one of those meet-up websites, not to go on dates, but to have activity 'buddies'. Of course, not going on there to date or flirt, lol have gotten bugger all responses...
Surely there are more people out there that can't be bothered going to things by themselves and want to have a friend or designated fake date material to just hang out with. Believe it or not, I am shy in real life situations - work I can deal with, because you get to know people's personalities over the course of eight hours per day, but throw me into a group of strangers who I'm not going to have regular contact with and I clam up. As I am sure most people do...
Of course, I was going to write about that sort of topic, but then I decided against it, believe it or not. Firstly I am going to boycott the Exchange Hotel - Brisbane's rugby HQ my foot - now, I am OK listening to Hootie or Jamiroqui or the other sludge pop or nouveau reggae, but they have their own time and place, which is NOT over the top of a Super 12 semi final. Sure, it's two New Zealand teams, but so called rugby HQ indeed. Walked out at halftime, Crusaders up 18 nil.
So found myself in Finelly's (or whatever it's called, just outside the railway station). And the torture began. Eighteen nil is OK enough to come back from, and err, 35 nil is only five converted tries - improbable but doable in the last twenty five minutes. But 40 nil, conversion to go, twenty minutes to go in the game, and ten minutes til the next train, the train and a quick McDonald's meal on the way through the station won out. Twenty extra minutes of torture, plus another twenty minutes waiting for a train, versus an earlier train and away from the rugby and home as quickly as possible, wasn't a competition LOL.
I don't know WHY I wait until the semis to catch my first Hurricanes game of the season, three times we have gotten to the semi, and we have never been through to the final yet. Next year is the refrain, like the national team looking back at 1987 and the World Cup.
Bought the Shawshank Redemption on DVD, the 10 year anniversary edition - was on sale for under $20 at JB's Hi Fi (is the actual name of a shop, not an acquaintance with my abbreviation LOL), they have good deals there. Is the running time really 284 minutes? I was sure it was less than that - around the four hour mark, but surely not near the five hours?
And am just watching American Idol, delayed from umm two and a half days ago - they are doing the results segment now, with the padding out let's send our final three back to their home towns thing, but really, I thought it was a Bo versus Carrie competition, but with the actual competition segment, Bo blew Carrie away with his three songs. And with Bo's segment of when we was back home, is it just me or does he have a Clintonesque sort of glow around him? The women going nuts LOL...
Fingers crossed it's Vonzell going tonight, but more on that tomorrow morning...
Later peeps
Pauly
The thing is that I make friends very easily, but most of my friends are broad based rather than deep. This being the case especially since all my deep friendships are scattered over the globe, and I keep moving countries every couple of years LOL. Apart from workmates or ex-workmates, there is bugger all friendship wise in Brisbane - but I would just love a person or five to go to the movie or watch sports or go to concerts with. I even have gone onto one of those meet-up websites, not to go on dates, but to have activity 'buddies'. Of course, not going on there to date or flirt, lol have gotten bugger all responses...
Surely there are more people out there that can't be bothered going to things by themselves and want to have a friend or designated fake date material to just hang out with. Believe it or not, I am shy in real life situations - work I can deal with, because you get to know people's personalities over the course of eight hours per day, but throw me into a group of strangers who I'm not going to have regular contact with and I clam up. As I am sure most people do...
Of course, I was going to write about that sort of topic, but then I decided against it, believe it or not. Firstly I am going to boycott the Exchange Hotel - Brisbane's rugby HQ my foot - now, I am OK listening to Hootie or Jamiroqui or the other sludge pop or nouveau reggae, but they have their own time and place, which is NOT over the top of a Super 12 semi final. Sure, it's two New Zealand teams, but so called rugby HQ indeed. Walked out at halftime, Crusaders up 18 nil.
So found myself in Finelly's (or whatever it's called, just outside the railway station). And the torture began. Eighteen nil is OK enough to come back from, and err, 35 nil is only five converted tries - improbable but doable in the last twenty five minutes. But 40 nil, conversion to go, twenty minutes to go in the game, and ten minutes til the next train, the train and a quick McDonald's meal on the way through the station won out. Twenty extra minutes of torture, plus another twenty minutes waiting for a train, versus an earlier train and away from the rugby and home as quickly as possible, wasn't a competition LOL.
I don't know WHY I wait until the semis to catch my first Hurricanes game of the season, three times we have gotten to the semi, and we have never been through to the final yet. Next year is the refrain, like the national team looking back at 1987 and the World Cup.
Bought the Shawshank Redemption on DVD, the 10 year anniversary edition - was on sale for under $20 at JB's Hi Fi (is the actual name of a shop, not an acquaintance with my abbreviation LOL), they have good deals there. Is the running time really 284 minutes? I was sure it was less than that - around the four hour mark, but surely not near the five hours?
And am just watching American Idol, delayed from umm two and a half days ago - they are doing the results segment now, with the padding out let's send our final three back to their home towns thing, but really, I thought it was a Bo versus Carrie competition, but with the actual competition segment, Bo blew Carrie away with his three songs. And with Bo's segment of when we was back home, is it just me or does he have a Clintonesque sort of glow around him? The women going nuts LOL...
Fingers crossed it's Vonzell going tonight, but more on that tomorrow morning...
Later peeps
Pauly
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