Grumpy

Posted
May 7 2004

The weather was good today. I was looking forward to play some serious 'ball outside. First I went to Bakkersplein to pick up Enrique and together we got on the tram to Tram 2 Court. On the tram, Enrique told me that he's been selected most promosing player of the Netherlands. I think it would have been weird if he would not been selected; after all, who else is going to train with an NBA team this year?

Usually there's quite a lot of players at Tram 2 Court, and sometimes good ones too, but today there was none of that. There were maybe 4 or 5 players, but they weren't really that good. We played three on three for a couple of minutes, but then Enrique and I got bored and we quit. Then there were some games one on one, but that was even more annoying. I played one game against some 16-year-old and lost... not that I put in any effort what so ever. Enrique and I decided to go back to Bakkersplein.

When we arrived at Bakkersplein the court was crowded with people playing soccer some we knew, some we did not. There was no room left to play basketball, so we decided to go to the (crappy but functional) Jenny Plantsoen court. Halfway there, I decided I didn't feel like playing anyway and we both went home.

Well, that was a world of suck what's next? I got home and I told my mom I was crumpy. She says what else is new? Funny. Har har.

Anyway. before I had gone out to play basketball (which turned out to be a failed attempt), Dan-Vi had asked me if I would be up for drinks and perhaps some dancing later at night. Around this time she called me to ask whether I was still on. I said I would take a shower, get dressed, and head towards town. I took said shower, then felt like shit. Down and anxious; not really the kind of mindset that makes one want to socialize and boogie. Bah. I send out an SMS to tell I wasn't comming.

I got in some comfi' clothes and played some NBA Inside Drive 2004 in an attempt to stop the mounting anxiety and, well, relax. A pretty successfull attempt, I'd say — I feel a lot better now. It saddens me that I didn't get to spend time with my friends, but I'm glad I stayed in. By the way, Kevin Garnett kicks even more ass in this game than he does in real life (which is a lot). Perhaps because, in the game, I'm the point guard. *grin*

In between games I've also been world wide webbing (also known as browsing) a little. In this process I stumbled upon the following:


ACJ

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1/3

ACJ r0x fo' sho.

Posted by: Agilo on May 7, 2004, at 05:07

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I know that grumpy feeling. It usually hits me after trying to teach standards to people who would rather be playing basketball.

Nevertheless, you turned down a pretty girl's invitation to party over a pair of comfy pants and web surfing? Dude, you must be one serious geek. But I understand. I'm sitting here at dawn typing away in my panties.

Funny, I used the W3C validator at least four times yesterday in a presentation and not I nor anyone else including Eric Meyer noticed the so-called redesign. Not sure what that means, but sometimes a tool is just a tool, you know?

Now enough of that grumpy stuff. Let's put on some pants and get on with the world.

Posted by: Molly on May 7, 2004, at 12:46

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Hey Molly,

Sorry, I'll pay better attention in WaSP class next time. Heh.

Usually, I'm known as quite the party animal, actually — it's this long lasting (manic) depression that's been keeping me from doing those sort of thing the past 8 months or so (save a few occasions). No worries though, I'll get over it — I've done it before, and I've got more people helping me this time. (I'm not denying I have a geeky side though.)

Thanks for the comment and the link.

Posted by: ACJ on May 7, 2004, at 17:14

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