Been getting behind on my blog entries, mainly because I've had barely any time to write. So here's a recap of the past two days:
- Friday: On the campus front, there's a course I want to take, but I heard that the registration was only on this morning. The thing is, can't register without my academic advisor's signature, no registration without a form, and can't have the form when I haven't paid. I had just got the money before leaving, so that meant I had a hectic morning. I'm definitely not a morning person, especially when I look outside the window and see an endless line of cars. That really puts a damper on wanting to go out, even if I had got a good night's sleep. And even that isn't a guarantee that I want to wake up. So basically, I'm about as cranky as you can get in the early hours of the day. Believe me, if I could've stayed in bed, I definitely would. But things had to be done, and so I speeded off to campus. After weaving my way through campus bureaucracy, I finally got everything done. And then I found out that registration is on Monday. Gah.
Later on, went karaokeing with my college friends. It's been a while since we went out. Heck, we almost never went out, and this occasion was an almost no-go despite being planned a week in advance. But fortunately all the agonising paid off, and a fun time was had by all.
- Saturday: Having had very little sleep from the previous night, I woke up early again to attend a high school friend's wedding. I left earlier, because like I said, traffic is murder. Well, it's not really murder. But logic dictates that if a means of avoiding stress is available, then said means should be taken. If I'd putt of leaving for another hour, I would've been really cranky.
The wedding was alright. If I hear about these things, I always make sure I can attend, because it's always good to see old friends. Anyway, this particular wedding was interesting, mainly because of the circumstances of the groom. I'm sure just about everyone who knew him from way back will be surprised to see he's sort of become a born-again Muslim (along with his family). By sort of, I mean under the thrall of one of those sects or whatever they're called, with pictures of their sheikh around the house. I consider myself quite religious, but even I don't subscribe to that sheikh stuff. Being respectful of religious leaders doesn't mean I have to lick the corns of their feet. Anyway, I hope this drastic change was purely voluntary and from the heart. If my friends feels that that is his life's calling, then more power to him.
Went straight home after that. Well not exactly: took the car to the garage near the house for a tune-up. It's been a long while since the last tune-up, and the main intention was just to stock up on coolant fluid. But I figured I might as well get a tune-up while I was there, and I was reminded why I don't do it that often: waiting is a long, boring process. I fell asleep several times in the waiting area. But the mechanics seemed to be good at their job, and so the drive home was pretty smooth compared to the last few months' worth of driving. Looks like I'll be taking the car down there more often, but I've really got to find something to do while waiting. So far, sleeping is all I can think of...
Speaking of sleeping, spent most of the day comatose. Sunday evening's full of engagements, so I might as well save energy. Watched
World Idol on TV. I was originally planning to avoid it, but I guess perverse curiousity got the better of me. One thing I can say: failed audition participants from the non-U.S. countries are just as - if not exceedingly - hilarious.
The day was rounded off by the Liverpool-Newcastle FA Cup match, which ended 15 minutes ago. Liverpool won thanks to two goals by Bruno Cheyrou. That guy's definitely on a roll; he's scored four out of five of Liverpool's last goals. In the past, I've been known to get all apoplectic whenever he's on the subs bench, let alone on the field. I'm sure many fellow Liverpool fans have felt the same way. But it's good to see him finally getting his act together, and proving that he wasn't a total waste of money. It's probably unlikely that he'll turn out to be Gerard Houllier's purchasing masterstroke, but you never know. After all, it seemed unlikely that Cheyrou would prove to be anything but useless, but he seems to have proved otherwise. As long as his improvement helps the team get the points, then I don't see why anyone should keep bitching.
