disappointments.
Un. Okay, so I'm a bit late with this, but I want to say it anyway. I'm so sad that (a) the Australian Open is over, and (b) Roger Federer lost and cried. It was the most heartbreaking thing I've ever had the misfortune to witness. I think a part of me died at that moment. It's alright when he cries upon winning, but to cry because you've lost is just too much to handle. I love Nadal, don't get me wrong, but I was going for Federer all the way. It was an incredible match, and Nadal deserved the victory (he played - and celebrated his win - with such class), but I'm still sad. :(
Deux. The whole Robbie Keane fiasco is, well, just that. I can't help but be ashamed of the way our club treated him. To see such a good player - and he seems like a great guy, too - being left on the bench (or at home) week after week and eventually shunted back to his old club seems like a pretty shoddy way to go about building a league campaign. I never knew Liverpool to carry on this way - it's just as disappointing as having our owner-related dirty laundry aired in every newspaper. It's just not Scouse. I don't see why good players would really be as keen (ha, homonym) to join Liverpool if they see shit like this happening.
Trois. This morning's match was, obviously, terrible. I haven't seen Lucas' sending off yet (I had to go and drop my sister off at school) but I've seen a lot of abuse flying around in his direction, so I'm assuming he did something stupid. (Or perhaps he's just not as popular as some other Liverpudlians, and thus bears the brunt of people's frustrations?) Losing Stevie is a blow. I hope he gets better really soon - we can't afford to widen the gap any further below the mancs, particularly since our team morale has most likely been dented. Ah, trust Everton to have scored two minutes before the end. Did anyone else think Rafa was saying "Dirk Kuyt, Alonso" to Pellegrino when they showed the bench in extra time, or was that just me getting carried away with the thought of penalties, wondering who Rafa would go for? Meh. I know it sounds really weird, but I can't help but feel a little happy for that Gosling kid - he's only a few months older than me, and he managed to single-handedly kick a huge team out of the FA Cup. Don't shoot me, but I think he deserves some kudos. Or maybe I'm just trying to distract myself from my own team's failings. *shrugs*
Quatre. Yesterday, I went to uni to change my enrolment and do some partial fee payment thing. There were a whole bunch of us lined outside the office, with these enrolment forms the uni had mailed to us. But, we each discovered upon reaching the desk that we weren't meant to actually hand in the forms - even though there were boxes to tick and demands for signatures. No, we apparently have to do it online. I really appreciate them having told us, via a letter or something, to ignore the form and save a voyage to uni. [/sarcasm] And it turns out that the fee payment thing, which my mother's friend managed to do, couldn't be done with me for some reason the uni neglected to explain. So I had basically gotten myself up early, dragged my sorry little ass into uni, lined up for far too long, and dealt with irritable people and disgusting weather, only to get absolutely nothing accomplished. Woo. Hoo.
[/whine] I'm sorry. I think I've been happy for too long, and it was just a matter of time before my true, ungrateful, angsty teen self came out of its shell. You know, I had to get my monthly whinge quota out of the way.
ETA: Just spilt boiling water onto my foot. I believe that's Exhibition of Douchery #572?