WTF Football. Also, apartment annoyances. Also, books make me cry
MAN. THAT USA VS ENGLAND MATCH SUCKED.
I hadn't even intended to watch it, but decided to do so because people were kicking up a fuss over it, but then it turned out to be boring as hell. Disappointing. I think the only winner here is teruhiko, because she was hoping that both teams could somehow magically lose, haa. Not that a tie is bad per se, but a tie and a boring-as-fuck game? Now, that's fail.
Not sure if I'll be watching any matches tomorrow. None of my teams are playing... on the other hand, maybe I'll use Serbia vs Ghana as an excuse to get out of bed at a decent hour (7:30 AM... as opposed to, uh, 11 AM). Italy isn't playing until Monday afternoon - thankfully, I don't think I have anything else I need to be doing at that time.
Okay, okay, enough about football. To be quite honest, things have been really dull lately. I'm still flailing in confusion as to whether I'm going to move or not; things are still up in the air regarding that apartment I might or might not be renting. My brain, however, is in "moving" mode, and that means I've been flailing around and cleaning a lot and trying to prepare myself to pack shit up. On the one hand, it's slightly stressful, as moving always is. On the other hand, this place does need a thorough scrubdown anyway, so it isn't so bad.
During the week I've been waking up every morning to the sound of construction going on in the foyer. To put things in perspective, my apartment is right next to the apartment building's main entrance, and the walls are paper-thin. If there's construction going on in there, I can hear it perfectly clearly. So, thick clunking boots and scraping and banging and the sound of the guy's portable radio have been waking me up. I don't mind exactly, but man, it's annoying, haa. I'm not even sure what they're doing in there - replastering the walls, maybe, so they can paint them properly. It was all crumbling before. Gods know it'll probably be a slapdash job, and they'll have to do it all over again in a year or two.
Other than that... nothing going on. I finished reading Pratchett's Wee Free Men last night. I couldn't handle that novel at all - I kept bursting into tears. I guess it's because some parts reminded me of my family. I did like it, though, it's just -- yeahhh. I couldn't handle it. Not sure what novel I'll start on next, but I've definitely been in a Pratchett mood lately.
I hadn't even intended to watch it, but decided to do so because people were kicking up a fuss over it, but then it turned out to be boring as hell. Disappointing. I think the only winner here is teruhiko, because she was hoping that both teams could somehow magically lose, haa. Not that a tie is bad per se, but a tie and a boring-as-fuck game? Now, that's fail.
Not sure if I'll be watching any matches tomorrow. None of my teams are playing... on the other hand, maybe I'll use Serbia vs Ghana as an excuse to get out of bed at a decent hour (7:30 AM... as opposed to, uh, 11 AM). Italy isn't playing until Monday afternoon - thankfully, I don't think I have anything else I need to be doing at that time.
Okay, okay, enough about football. To be quite honest, things have been really dull lately. I'm still flailing in confusion as to whether I'm going to move or not; things are still up in the air regarding that apartment I might or might not be renting. My brain, however, is in "moving" mode, and that means I've been flailing around and cleaning a lot and trying to prepare myself to pack shit up. On the one hand, it's slightly stressful, as moving always is. On the other hand, this place does need a thorough scrubdown anyway, so it isn't so bad.
During the week I've been waking up every morning to the sound of construction going on in the foyer. To put things in perspective, my apartment is right next to the apartment building's main entrance, and the walls are paper-thin. If there's construction going on in there, I can hear it perfectly clearly. So, thick clunking boots and scraping and banging and the sound of the guy's portable radio have been waking me up. I don't mind exactly, but man, it's annoying, haa. I'm not even sure what they're doing in there - replastering the walls, maybe, so they can paint them properly. It was all crumbling before. Gods know it'll probably be a slapdash job, and they'll have to do it all over again in a year or two.
Other than that... nothing going on. I finished reading Pratchett's Wee Free Men last night. I couldn't handle that novel at all - I kept bursting into tears. I guess it's because some parts reminded me of my family. I did like it, though, it's just -- yeahhh. I couldn't handle it. Not sure what novel I'll start on next, but I've definitely been in a Pratchett mood lately.