wakko101's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- travelling... You know what I’ve decided? It’s been far too long since I took a trip somewhere. Fortunately, I’ve got a small one coming up. Two weeks in Ireland/Scotland/England, and while I am definitely looking forward to the trip, it’s just such a different dynamic from anything I’ve done before. First off, I’m going with people. Any major trip that I’ve done before have been solo jobs, and this is for two reasons: the first being that I didn’t really know anyone close enough to me who wanted to come along, and the second being I’m a bit of a control freak and doing it on my own meant not having to answer to somebody else when it came to decision making time. I could go where I wanted, when I wanted with whom I wanted and I didn’t have to consult or concede to anyone else. It was, in many ways, perfect for me. It’s also fairly short. My record for consecutive days of being away from home is about 88 (12 weeks or almost 3 months). I know this because I calculated it out in a moment of extreme homesickness while in the UK. So, doing three countries in 2 weeks is going to be a bit of a whirlwind tour. I’ve already figured out that I won’t be spending more than one night in any city for 9 days in a row. This isn’t so much a vacation as it is a different kind of work. Much more fulfilling work, I’ll give it that. There’s also the fact that I’ve been to all of the countries before. Edinburgh and England I’ve done to death. Ireland, however, is the main attraction for me, since the weekend I spent there 5 years ago just didn’t quite cut it. And since the majority of my time will be spent there, it’s all good. What’s especially good about this trip is that I get to see my pregnant sister-in-law’s belly. Unfortunately, plans for the two of them to come to Canada this summer were cancelled. Low-lying placentas and a freaked out brother were the main causes. So, as I’m going to be in the general area (i.e. country) I’m going to pop by Cambridge and visit. Otherwise, I wouldn’t see them until after the baby is born, and that just wouldn’t be right. In any event, with all these differences, I think this trip is going to be quite a different experience for me. And a good one, at that. I get to do something I love with people that I have fun with and I get to sleep in my own bed sooner than later. I’ll let you know how it goes. Also…speaking of travel, I was thinking about doing a cross-Canada road trip next summer. Me and the Wonder Wagon on the road exploring our home and native land. Seeing as how I’ve been doing a bit of a marketing campaign with this here web site lately, anyone out there have any suggestions for a trip such as this? Anyone done it before? Any advice? Anything? 12:05 p.m. - 2003-07-15 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- bed time First off, Mad Props go out to my fourth reader, Connie, who was so nice to include an entry in my little ol’ Guestbook. Welcome! Second, I would like to announce that I have been quite responsible this week with respect to my bedtime. I generally get up around 7 each weekday (I set my alarm for 7, I actually get out of bed at 7:30…evil, evil snooze bar). But I’m a night person. It’s when I have the most fun and get the most out of my day. Whether it’s vegetating myself in front of the television for a relaxing evening of nothingness or getting tanked with friends who don’t have to wake up early-early, the nighttime is My Time. And I hate missing it by having to go to bed. Not that I don’t enjoy sleep, mind you. I am, to say the least, an avid Sleeper. I could spend, and have spent, most of the daytime sleeping. I don’t look forward to the weekend for time off work (especially since I generally work on weekends), what I look forward to, what gets my juices pumpin’, is the fact that I can SLEEP IN. Heavenly sleep in, I do worship thee. But that’s my day thing. When it comes to My Time, I want to be conscious for it (in the case of my nights of tankedness, I want to be at least semi-conscious). So, for a lengthy period of time, I wasn’t getting much sleep. Five maybe six hours at the most. It was a trying time, but I couldn’t help it. If it wasn’t bars, it was coffee or drive-ins or drinking my lonely self into a stupor in my non-air conditioned, no circulation apartment that I can’t smoke in. And I wasn’t making up for it on weekends. There was always something getting in the way of my adored sleep in time – gym, shopping, work, hangover, whatever. This week, however, has been a different story. Sunday – alright, a bad start. What was supposed to be 1 glass of wine at the bar after work turned into 5 (or was it 6?). Still, I was home by 12:30 am, in bed by 1, so it could have been a lot worse. Monday – Coffee. Going for coffee basically means Kristen and I grabbing some Timmy’s and driving around aimlessly while trying to think of things to talk about. These can go on for quite a while (our record being the time we spontaneously drove to Niagara Falls and back). Nevertheless, this particular evening, I dropped Kristen off at the respectable hour of just after 11, was in bed by 12. And I was sober. Tuesday – This was a tricky evening. My work (restaurant, not office) had organized a “Beer Tour” – basically it was a guy trying to sell his brand of beers on us so that we, as food and beverage industry workers, would sell it for them. We got free re-fillable beer and pizza, so who can complain? The gang eventually made their way over to the Madison, and while I was nowhere near sober that night, I did manage to get myself home and into bed by just after 12. A little groggy, but still well above functioning the next morning. Wednesday – This was truly an evening of nothingness. As plans to go out drinking got cancelled (not in the least bit disappointed), I managed to get my sorry ass into bed by 11:15 pm. I don’t think it was even dark out yet, that’s how early it was. And I was sober. Again. And that’s been my week of responsible going to bed. Tonight – no plans. No plans to make plans. No plans to accept plans that are offered. So, I’m thinking me-time - a bottle of wine and the remote control, baby. Ain’t this the life? 3:04 p.m. - 2003-07-10 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- a whole new me You know what I’ve noticed? Apparently, most of the webbloggers out there have no life. No, seriously, I don’t mean this as some kind of rag on the Computer Literate thing, it’s just I’ve been visiting a lot of random diaries these past few days and about 4 out of every 5 have complaints that nothing interesting ever happens to them. So my question is… If your life is so unexciting, then why the hell I’m I spending my good time reading about it? I have to admit. I do the same thing. I suppose it’s because the computer/internet is such a good time killer. It’s what a lot of people do when there is nothing else to do. I mean, if my life were more exciting and filled with adventure, I probably wouldn’t give my computer the time of day. It would sit alone in the corner of my living room, keeping company with the TV that doesn’t get watched. And if I had a more fulfilling and fascinating job, I probably wouldn’t goof off so much to look up these random entries of boredom or fill out my own. But my life isn’t generally like that, or at least it doesn’t seem that way most of the time. So I sit in front of my computer, play a lot of free cell, and write on my little web diary that I have no life, nothing interesting ever happens, ho hum, poor me. So, I’ve made a decision to stop doing that. Now, when I write, I’m going to make sure that I write about something. Short, long, funny, sad, stupid, or just plain crazy, I’m no longer going to bore my (3) readers with tales of a sad, pathetic life, no matter how true it might be. I might be gone for a while… 11:49 a.m. - 2003-07-08 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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