Delayed Birthday Fun! (Blog 80)

Ok, NOW I’ll write about my birthday. To start it off, I did a bit of lone chilling whilst listening to my new CDs. I would have liked to have been more active, but I was feeling a bit ill after sleeping too long outside in my hammock. It wasn’t really even that cold which is troubling, but the uncomfortable indoor heat drew me to doing what I hoped would be a harmless, minor Bear Grylles. After that and when feeling better, I went to Staines to get some clothes and a Starbucks hot chocolate. I was a little disappointed with the latter as the cocoa didn’t really mix with the delicious cream on top of it, which somehow kept managing to avoid my mouth. That made everything hard to consume as one consistent drink. At the end of it there was a whole mass of topping that went to waste. I wasn’t expecting that because last time I got the same product, I had no problems with it. I guess because I ordered a larger version more recently, the ‘physics’ were off a bit. However, I haven’t lost hope just yet. I will be going back to the establishment, but with a plan. Maybe I could mix the two elements together with a spoon. But was that ALL I did in the town? Continue reading to find out…

When I got home, I learnt a few country rock licks from my just purchased guitar magazine, but whilst that was factually accurate it isn’t really worth writing any more about. What is, was the go karting with my brother and watching family that followed. Impressively, I only spun twice in 25 minutes, which I believe is a record for me. Well I say ‘spun’, once I actually crashed into someone. Unfortunately that person was a rather scary individual but as everyone was having such a great time, no grudges were held, I’m sure. That was despite the fact everyone was using extra speedy karts, making them on edge a little bit more. After the race, I learnt that I came a not so impressive 12th out of 16, but it’s the taking part that counts, right? Well, I’m not sure actually, as in this case I WANTED to take part in the event. Does that make things different? I’m assuming it does. I’m sure no one would ever compliment my motivation for doing something I really enjoy. But in this country where education is getting easier and easier, who knows, maybe they would.

After the just described, I did some more chilling. That time however, it was with the extra family members including the competitor and the spectator fans. No offence to them but that isn’t really worth writing about, either. Not to worry, after an hour or so we all went to get an Indian meal. I believe in America that kind of food isn’t very well known, so if you’re reading this over there, you really don’t know what you’re missing most likely. The same goes for our high end chocolate. You’d be blown away if you ever come to English restaurants, special confectionary shops or even every day supermarkets selling common ‘candy’ brands. However, if you get the Belgian choccies you will be the most stunned. But England are at football war with that country at the moment, so I’m not going to compliment them too much. Doing so could weaken the English fighting spirit, causing them to lose. Yes, all over something as silly as chocolate. Anyway, like all reasonable people, everyone enjoyed their meals whilst playing very entertaining though frustrating memory games. Super.

To finish the celebrations I watched my ’Fight Club’ DVD, also transported all the way from Staines at the start of the day. I wanted to get ‘Fantasia’ as well, but they didn’t have it. My plan was to get the somewhat girly/childish film and the manly film together to balance things out and partially save my image. However, in the end I just settled for old fashioned boxing/wrestling machismo. As I was viewing the movie, I was thinking ‘there’s a man who’s life is out of control, he should talk to someone’. I was also thinking for a man with such severe schizophrenia, his lack of ‘negative’ symptoms is kind of astonishing. Clearly he wasn't a typical schizophrenic but maybe his lack of classic traits could just be because his disease was in its early stages during the film. If so, it makes you wonder how much worse things got for him after the whole blowing up of buildings thing. Wow. But then again, it’s just a film and maybe I’m thinking to hard about it. And on that philosophical note… Byeeeeeee.