Free Daze But Hugh’s Counting?

I think that if my mind were a soundtrack, at the moment it would be a construction site.

My leaving is SO CLOSE and while there’s not much to do, there’s SO much to do and most of it involves drawing out every moment of connectedness between me and the ones I love the most.

Our computer has died, again. It’s like flippin’ Lazarus. It’s going to Arrow to get fixed, but we might not see it again until Monday. Kerryn won’t be here then. I never got to say goodbye…

It does mean that all blogging, Facebooking, cd burning and internet banking has been postponed, delayed or cancelled. Let’s hope my flights aren’t anything like that!!!!

My most traumatic experience with airports and international travel is causing me to dread this whole 30 hours of fun that I will go through in a few days. How I wish they’d invented teleporters by now.

I’m off in a min to get some forex, which is always a cool bit and now made even more cool with the not-so-great US currency exhange rate. Sorry americans, but it works for me.

State Youth Games has come and gone, even faster than the rest. South Perth came 4th by only two points (which means our controversial semi-final mixed netball game against Whitfords could have changed everything!!! … not that I’m bitter or anything…) and we won the indoor soccer on Sunday morning. Being goalie is not my calling in life, but doing what is necessary for the good of the team is, and so I did my best and defended (rather poorly most of the time) our goals. It came down to penalty shoot-outs, we weren’t allowed to swap goalies and so as I faced my third penalty shot, knowing that if he didn’t get it in then we would win, I was determined to keep my eyes on the ball NO MATTER WHAT. I didn’t care if it hit me in the face or the stomach or if I died, all that mattered was that I kept my body between the ball and the goals.

Turns out he missed, but I like to think it was my intimidating stance that disturbed him.

Soreness from SYG is easing, much to my delight, since it IS Thursday by now…

Hershey was not as sore as me, the little sneak. He says it’s because he’s fitter and stronger and more athletic and also just generally a better person. I told him I wouldn’t pay him because I’m a lesser person. He then stopped his 500th chin-up and went back to doing my paperwork. Ingrate.

I’ll try to blog before I leave but it’ll be a determined effort to find the time to get over the 10 metres to my Grandma’s house.

Dear Americans, that is how the smart spell metres. We don’t need simplicity when we have illogicity.

Chill.