Listening to the jungle mix I whipped up today. I love this old music. A number of lesser known tracks surfaced on this one, so we'll see how the headz like it. The last mix got a nice response, so hopefully this one garners the same reaction. I'm not fussed about gigs per se, although granted, they would be nice. I'm just glad people who haven't had the chance to experience this music can download the mix and have a listen, and form their own opinions.
I'm curious to know why people who listen to drum and bass don't take more of an interest in the old music, considering it was the foundation for the music they bop around to today. Perhaps it's just me. I did the same thing when I played Baseball - learnt all about the history of the game, how it came about, important dates and times and games and moments. Over the last few years I have tried to learn a lot more about late 80s and early 90s music, as I want to understand and appreciate where the music I am listening to now came from. I am also starting to learn a bit about reggae culture as well, which is very interesting. Of course the usual 'rasta wannbe' jokes come along with it, but I honestly don't see what is wrong with learning about the history of something I enjoy. Do I want to grow dreads and sit around smoking a shit load of weed? No. Do I want to have an understanding of the culture and why the music is the way it is today? Yes.
Big Brother housemates just got let into the house. Some cracking looking birds in this one. They are going ballistic right now, jumping around and hugging each other. As much as I dislike reality tv, I'm glad there is a distraction from the fucking football. It was bad enough when it was on Channel 7. Now all the channels show not only the games at prime time, they have their wank pre game shows with wank presenters who just talk about wank for an hour. I never liked football, but now I really do hate it. I don't hate BB as much as footy, so I guess the channel will stay on BB for the time being.
Dropped off the couch to Lexy's new place earlier. Nice little place they have there, even if the residents are a bit uptight about the bloody parking! Oh well, they could have taken a bat to the truck, so I guess a note on the windshield is ok.
Speaking of the truck - finally got it back on Sat morning! Colour is so good - 'Toyota Pastel Blue'. I'm really happy with the job ray did! He certianly did a lot for the cash! I just need to get this bumper sussed over the next few weeks and then it will be back to one piece. Then, rego, insurance, wheels and lowering and that'll be it! Well, I still have the interior and stereo to go, but that shit can wait! Need to go on another saving binge after the bumper is back so I can sort out this rego and insurance!
Kate started emailing me again. Perhaps this is the reason for my funny mood. I for one am honestly surprised, as I figured that would be it when I said we shouldn't talk anymore. I really don't know what she wants from me, but it does my head in, as I don't think she fully understands how I feel about her. I told her she is doing my head in. I imagine I'll have to tell her to leave me alone again, which I don't want to do, but I just can't deal with the alternative. Girls. Drive me fucking round the roundabout.
I'm gonna change the subject now...
Work has been a bit of a pain in the arse this last week. We have been super busy and they just keep piling the work on top of me. After our little team meeting on Friday I have decided I am past caring, and that I'm just gonna come in, do my hours then leave, and if shit doesn't get done, it doesn't get done.
What winds me up is that they tell me everything after the fact, like I'm some sort of psychic who can just magically read cystal balls. Hey, if if you don't want me to say a certian thing to customers, then why don't you train me correctly BEFORE I start answering the phones, so that I don't have you running down the stairs to tell me to put customers on hold and tell me what I am telling them is wrong. I know we are all busy, but a little foresight on management's side would make life easier for me. I also feel I got the raw end of the deal pertaining to a certain matter regarding our interstate ADSL customers. But, like the good pleb, I just took it. I don't get yelled at, and there are a lot worse bosses out there than Stav, but the folder I check everyday is the SAME folder he checks everyday as well, yet I am getting a serve for a missed form. Hrm.
Well, like I said, I could have it worse. I reckon I don't get paid enough for the job I'm doing, but 99% of the time I enjoy the working environment, and I can honestly say I like every single person I work with, so I shouldn't be complaining really. I guess I just had a rough week.
I have been thinking about London more and more of late. I'm starting to think I want to go back. Some bits of London wound me up, but some bits I really really enjoyed, and miss like crazy. Besides the fact I still have 99.8% of the UK to explore, there's also the rest of Europe, and the US is only 6 hours away as well. It would take some serious organisation and saving on my behalf to get there again, but at the moment I feel like that is where I need to be. As much as I like home, there is only so much carry on in Adelaide that I can deal with before I go nuts, and I am slowly approaching that stage. I know I am in a downward spiral when my Saturday nights consist of sitting home and watching the same DVDs over and over again.
Perhaps this is why I feel weird - the fact I have no life. I have been denying that comment to myself for quite some time, but I feel I can say it now and not get too down about it. My life consists of getting up, going to work, coming home, watching telly and going to sleep. It's only Sunday night and already I am thinking about Wednesday night at the Cumby because it's a break from the boredom cycle. I get to chat to my friends and drink beer and escape the drudgery.
This is probably why I am so wound up about Kate as well - she seems to be the only real ray of light in an otherwise dreary existence. Sounds depressing I know, but I just think of the things I could be doing with her, taking her anywhere she wants to go, just being with her. And she doesn't understand that. Or, she understands it, but just doesn't want to be part of that with me.
Maybe after the truck is done, and I have a bit of free cash, I can start to look at finding a new hobby. I really enjoyed the go karting session we had a couple of weeks ago, so maybe I could join one of those season grand prix things or something. I don't fancy myself as the next Schumacher, but at least I'll be out of the house. Or maybe I could get another trail bike. I have been saying this for years, but I really miss riding my bikes! Should grab the trading post this week and see what a 125 or something is going for these days. Or I could just keep saving and move back overseas.
Well, I certainly have had a whaffle on tonight. I don't really feel any better off than when I started writing this. I think I will move on to sorting out my laundry and go find a DVD to watch...