I am so very angry.

I am going to have to resist the urge to type this whole thing in caps. But that's how mad I am.

This was another one of my shitty, shitty days. I woke up and decided that I wanted porridge for breakfast. I got the 90 second microwave stuff into the bowl and opened my fridge to grab some milk. Then I realised it was unusually warm in there. It turned out that it had come unplugged in the night, and so everything had gone off. I spent the next hour cleaning out the bad stuff, including the milk. Then I woke up Jae, who is living with me at the moment, to help me shift it so I could see what the problem was. I dropped it on my foot and broke several bones.

So, then it was off to the hospital so we could see the damage. I sat in the waiting room for 2 hours, and I was, at this point, stewing with rage and pain. Finally I got seen by a doctor, and had to wait another hour for an x-ray.

Finally we got out of the hospital and drove to the nearby shopping centre to replace the spoiled things from my fridge, and get a coffee to make me feel better. We drove around for an hour looking for a carpark until we finally found one that was then stolen from us by some idiot. I screamed abuse at him and we left.

We decided to skip the coffee and just go to the supermarket near home. We got there and they were out of milk, but told us they were expecting a delivery in about half an hour. We decided to wait. The delivery arrived an hour later.

I went and shouted at the customer service people about not having milk (I mean, how ridiculous is that?). They offered me my $2 milk for free but, though this cheered me up a little, I was still furious.

So, now I'm home, I still haven't had my porridge, and it's only 3pm. How much worse is this day going to get?

Sports

I have spent a lot of my life trying to find a sport that 'fits'. It was always important when I was young to play a sport. We did sport every day in primary school, and we were always encouraged to join the local sports teams.

An incomplete list of all the sports I tried: 
Basketball
Netball
Soccer
Track and field
Swimming
AFL
Rugby
Water polo
Jousting (no, I'm not kidding)
Triathalons

I'm going to talk about my experiences in all of those. Some of them will only be one sentence, while others I actually have real stories for.


Basketball: I loved playing basketball. I played with one team for 4 years. Then we had a change of coach, and I was kicked out because of my 'attitude problems'. The new coach's daughter started when her mother started coaching, and wanted to be number 7. I had always been number 7, even before I started playing with that team. It was, and still is, my lucky number. I wanted to keep my number, and the rest of the team did too. We weren't superstitious, but, you know, when something seems lucky, you don't change it. But, the coach gave her daughter number 7. That didn't worry me much. It's just something that happens. Then we found out that the daughter wasn't actually very good, but our coach would sub off some of our best players so that her daughter could play. So, one day, I snapped. We had just lost a game because she kept our best player on the bench the entire game, and I started shouting at her. Then I got kicked out, and I was so angry I didn't even try to look for another team.


Netball: In high school, I played netball. I wasn't very good at shooting or that sort of thing, but I was an awesome defender. I was always trying to convince the coach to let me play Goal Keeper, but we were assigned positions on a rotational basis, and so I had to play the positions I hated, and somebody who would rather be right in the game had to play GK. So, in the end, I just quit.
Soccer: I played soccer in high school for a year. I was actually pretty good, but I didn't get picked for the team the next year. That's all.


Track and field: No big story behind this one, I just sort of drifted away from track into triathalons.

Swimming: I swam for years and years, but then I got to old to swim with the club I was with, and just started doing triathalons instead.
 
AFL: I played this with a company called Auskick, until I was told that girls aren't allowed to play as adults. That sort of thing can be pretty disheartening.
 
Rugby: See the above AFL story.
 
Water Polo: I played pretty well for several years, but I injured my knees and couldn't play properly.
 
Jousting: When I was 18, I joined a local medieval group and I jousted for them. I had some experience horse riding, and under the armour (yes, I even had armour) you couldn't tell I was a woman. Sadly, many of the people in the group moved out of town and we simply didn't have the man power to put on the shows any more.

Triathalons: This is my current sport. It combines two of my great loves; running and swimming (and I'm not a bad cyclist, either), so it seemed the logical combination of the 2.

Search Words Part 2

Okay, so a while ago I posted a competition (found here). That is still running, mostly because I've only had one entry. There will be an actual prize, so you should get on that. There is no restrictions on location or anything (with the prize, which I don't actually have yet, you can choose between being emailed something or having something physically mailed to you).

That was all I had to say. Get going, I'm only giving you one more week.

Things that I have learned in the past week

1. Cyclists are unpredictable. Even the nice ones.

2. That guy you raced against will not care that you are on your 10th race and he's on his first. He will lord his victory over you anyway.

3. It is not okay to punch that guy in the stomach.

4. It is also not okay to chase down a cyclist who nearly ran you over. He will be a big tough guy who can beat you up with one hand tied behind his back. 

5. If you run away from him, he will remind you that you are NOT faster than a bike.

6. Your housemate will not believe you've been to the gym if you get home before him. He will think you just watched Doctor Who all day.

7. When Jae says that you have to do the dishes, you will have to do the dishes, otherwise he will chase you with a length of rope and tie you up.

8. People can hear you when you sing in the car with the windows down.

9. Pretending to pole dance on a light post will have guys walking up to you for the next hour and laughing at you.

10. It is not wise to forget you are uncoordinated just long enough to join a game of football.