Birthday Celebrations Part 33! (Blog 262)

To start Sunday off in the very early morning, I had one one the weirdest dreams of my life. I can’t remember exactly what happened, but it was best described as a dark and gripping psychological thriller, but super colourful. The colours didn’t really add anything to the dream, but I guess they may appeal to small children. However, if some kid is hacking into my brain… (expletive) off. Such weirdness is usually a sign I forgot to take my medication, but I checked how much of the stuff I had left, and everything seemed to have been fine. If anything, I accidentally overdosed a little bit again in recent times, because I was shorter of the meds than expected. But I don’t think I did. So I lost some of the stuff? Well, that would be very hard to do, as I’d have to physically remove it from the packaging and throw the hard to miss bright yellows away, which sounds odd. Still though, the thought of my birthday being completely ruined by my own TV talking to me was a very troubling thought. No… I’m SURE I took my tablets.

As I planned on hardcore binge eating throughout much of the day, I thought it best to go to the gym shortly after waking up. I usually take breaks from such places on Sundays so I can recover, and I quickly remembered why - exercising with no energy is pure death. Having said that, I’ll probably go to the gym today as well, to fight the boredom. You have to weigh up the pros and cons. Would you believe if you weigh 0.00 kg or 68.5 like me, you burn exactly the same amount of calories off on the cycling machine? I tested it. Mind blown. Makes you wonder what the point of putting in your details into the machine is. It also makes you wonder what kind of person weighs nothing at all. I’ll definitely keep my eyes peeled for him.

When I came home from the gym, I found my room had been hoovered. I’m not sure what to make of that. Was that an act of kindness? Knowing my dad it was done to annoy me, especially as he didn’t even do a good job. As I did a bit of Youtube chilling out before I went to Staines, I noticed a ripped up part of a fortune cookie message, I got from a Chinese restaurant not too long ago. I’m glad that didn’t get hoovered, as it was both mysterious and intellectually challenging. It said ‘nd is better he hand.’ I wonder what it’s supposed to say. Maybe ‘bland is better than the hand’??? What’s that mean? Or maybe it says ‘hand is better than the hand’, but that makes even less sense. Sounds like a complete paradox to me. Soon after (ok, I always think these thoughts), my brain focused on the butterfly effect. Would me going to Staines effect the football match between England and Spain? I genuinely sometimes think my small actions effect the course of games (but only if the home team wins). Don’t go thinking I’m arrogant however, as the theory applies to everyone. Pretty trippy.

Anyway, the trip to Staines went pretty well, really. I remembered the 3 to 4 mile journey, despite the fact I hadn’t been there in a month; the cream on top of my Starbucks hot chocolate and cream flowed into my mouth reasonably well, not perfectly, but good enough; and the muffin’s ingredients were complex yet not too adventurous and strange. In H&M, I found two pairs of black and hard to stain trousers with zips on them in a few minutes, I mean yeah. I couldn’t ask for much more when it comes to light shopping. HOWEVER… hot chocolate and muffin, combined with my brother’s Belgian chocolates AND American sweets I kept popping down, when back home? I had a meal to go to in just a few hours, and what if I wasn’t even hungry? Luckily however, I ate nothing of any nutritional value whatsoever for the whole day, so maybe I should be fine. Is that how it works? Even so, there was a risk I’d be sick everywhere.

It took me about half an hour to add the ten or so CDs I got for my B-day to my collection, because I had to shift so many of the old ones to make everything nice and alphabetised. Annoyingly, most of the new CD band names were at the beginning of the alphabet, only adding to the workload. As far as I know, there was only one casualty (I ripped a bit off one of those damn cardboard covers I hate), but I guess it could have been a lot worse, when you consider the epicness of the task. After all that strangely therapeutic business, I checked my emails and apparently had one from Paypal, saying my account had been hacked. The company where messaging me ‘sirencely’ so I didn’t take it seriously. Unless sirencely is a new word I haven’t heard of, meaning both sincerely and siren. I’m not sure how many uses such a word has and I certainly don’t understand how it applies to me.

On the way to the restaurant, my dad said how confusing the traffic lights were. Oh dear. It wouldn’t be so bad, but he’d later be drinking a gin and tonic, and the effects of it could be particularly dangerous on the way home. The truth is, traffic lights are very easy to understand after you put the work in. The menu in the venue was quite interesting, as the chicken tikka and the chicken tikka specialty cost the same. I’m having trouble thinking of any special ingredients that cost nothing whatsoever. Sadly, out of the six people (including me) I was expecting to come, only four could make it. I don’t think anyone was trying to get back at me or anything. I don’t think the missing 2 year old has thoughts like, at least. But if she does, it shows an admirable level of planning for her age. As everyone got drinks, the subject of caffeine was alluded to. It’s a little bit difficult to explain to others why I can’t have the mild yet extremely dangerous drug, so I didn’t bother. There isn’t much else to say about the get together, other than the fact everyone was munching and slurping. Apparently Will Smith had visited the place, though. He wasn’t there at the time, so whether that was worth mentioning, I don’t know.

When I got home, I found I missed just 31 seconds of football, which I don’t think is too bad. Had I got back just in time, it could make me wonder if some supreme being wanted me to see the match. It’s a poorly thought out idea, but that doesn’t matter and it would screw with me. What was really good, was when I saw the first England goal that happened almost immediately, and the fact my dad missed it. Meheheh. Later on, I noticed one player had ‘Insane’ written on his back. That’s humiliating for him isn’t it? Actually, he was called ‘Insigne’, the creases on his shirt fooled me. Some other guy WAS called ‘Immobile’ though, which is also pretty bad for a footballer. On another note, sometimes I imagined the players saying ‘no, please no, no!’ whenever the opposing team got too close to the goal. I’d just find it entertaining if that really happened. Infuriatingly, Italy would end up winning the match. Still, imagine being beaten by someone who was literally immobile, that would be depressing. Ok, so that was my birthday partying! Until next time… Byeeeeee.