All is but toys

I was going to have a bit of a rant about how Optus is crock and post it up tomorrow but it turns out that Optus is NOT crock and I am finally - FINALLY - online, at home. We had our line connected on Monday (we can't get cable... well, we can get cable but for some obscene reason Telstra want to charge us $300 to 'install' it, even though the previous tenants already had it installed so we've run to Optus on principle). Yesterday we tried to train our line but it didn't work and we didn't have a phone to call them on so today I went out and bought one. Ironically enough, we tried to train the line again, which worked, so we didn't need the phone. Well, we need the phone to make calls but we didn't need it today. And we don't actually know our number yet (well, we do but I tried to call it from my mobile and it didn't ring so..?).

As usual there's a bunch of stuff going on following on from "that night". On the Monday following I talked to C* who decided she would do nothing and see what happened. Nothing happened. Paul didn't acknowledge that anything had happened. James didn't acknowledge that anything had happened. By the end of the week, the only person who felt weird was me and I wasn't even directly involved. How is that fair? You can't have a revolution in you heart and mind and not have the rest of your world turn upside down! Life goes on. So they say. Still, I lost a lot of respect that night, and not for myself.

What else can I hit you with? My parents are about to split up. There's a big one. They were supposed to go to Malaysia together but they had a fight and so my dad went and my mum stayed. My sister has gone instead of my mum. Mum's at home looking after Chi'na and busy moving her stuff out of the master bedroom. I'm not kidding either, I think this time it's for real. Mum rang me last Thursday and we spoke for about half an hour. She's scared that getting a divorce will somehow ruin our ideas of relationships or something but I was like "are you kidding me? staying together when you're clearly not happy is far more damaging". I think she'd be happier without dad, though I haven't got a clear idea of who dad is in all of this.

Went to Cirque de Soleil's 'Varekai' on Friday - a birthday present from Assumpta who had to give her ticket to Sir when she went to the UK (review soon), had lunch with mum and Rach on Saturday, picked up my tallboy (finally!), then had dinner at Angela's place (old workmate from Freshworld) with Sarah and Jimmy, Ange's hubby. On Sunday Assumpta called and we chatted for 30 minutes about her weird London escapades involving men in a bed. I went to soccer at Wentworth Park and met yet more friends of Gill's, who were cool. We went for a drink at The Nag's Head afterwards, which was nice. James came along for the first time and halfway through the game injured himself. It ended up being a snapped tendon (ouch!) so Gill's flatmate Allyra drove him to hospital and he came to work on Monday with crutches. Yikes!

I came home; Skippy rang me and we chatted for about 90 minutes. She's coming to Sydney in a coupla weeks so I hope we get to hang out. My cousin Mable will also be in Sydney soon - next week, in fact. She's coming up from Melbourne for... wait for it... an Anthony Robbins seminar. Say it ain't so. Er, the Reds won soccer on Wednesday, 6-4, and I scored a goal. Woo! There were five a side playing - Clint, Gill, Greg, Ian and I against Mark, Rod, Naomi, Dougal and Melissa. The others (including soccer chief Ben and Koush, "the beautiful people") were in a meeting.

Everything else is too boring or whimsical for this time of night so I'll get to random things later. I'm seeing Stuart on Sunday - lucky me, I get to break up with him for the second time. Vanessa doesn't think it's a good idea for me to see him in person at all but I think I owe him as much. Ciao for now. I'll be catching up emails as quickly as possible in the meantime.