2003-04-15 - 2:56 p.m.

prezzies!

Thankfully it seems I am not completely invisible, my mum and my brother remembered it was my birthday. So, what'd you get what'd you get? I hear you say?:

- Enrollment in the advanced motorcycle riders training course down at clyde from my mum

- Some trackiedacks and some "blue stratos" cologne-stuf from my mum as well

- $50 from my grandma

- Premium-extra-super-duper oil for my motorbike from my brother which aparently keeps the engine running smoothly for a million kilometers and makes it go twice as fast, or something like that...

- This high-tech lubricant for the drive chain and some magic degreaser stuff also from my bru

- $100 from my dad although I have to go and pick that up before he spends it ;)

Of course I could take the attitude "yeah... but I didn't get the only thing I really wanted..." but if I look at it that way it achieves nothing. A lot of people have it worse off. I should not be depressed about my family. If indeed, the inhabitants of this household collectively constitute a "family". This is another of those words whose meaning has changed... I'd best not get onto that else I may feel a particular way that I had promised myself I would not on my birthday.

My mum and brother love me, in their own ways. They offered to take me out to lunch which I accepted although totally nonchalant towards the idea, which I usually am towards any idea, only in this circumstance particularly so. Then I kicked the footy around with him. We are so different, my brother and I. I am a thinker, he just does what he feels like. I might cynically say that this is because he is in a happy, stable relationship with a beautiful girl, but that would be unfair on me. Not to mention totally wrong. Or at least, I sincerely hope that it is. Only time will tell.

Change of subject! Soccer tonight. I'm not exactly squealing with delight at going back there. I will just do what I've got to do and trust God for the rest. I would like to say that if I do this and things don't go my way I would still be able to walk away with my head held high being proud of myself, although I fear it would more likely result in tears. This seems to be true in a number of areas of my life. Enough chatter then, time for action.

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