Running, Rain, and a Presentation

Yes, more titling difficulties, and a late post. A very late post. As usual, I blame society. Anyway. Today I ran around a lot, in the rain, and later there was a cricket presentation that ran until 6. It was that kind of day.

I woke up around 7:45, and I had to get ready for my brother's footy game. We got there around 8:30, and I promptly spent some time, for some reason, playing handball with a golf ball (hitting a golf ball with your hand hurts. Though it's better than my brother, who tried headbutting it and came off the worse for the deal, to say the least.). When he went to get photos done, I wandered around for a while, then went to see Shay, Heather and Jess in the canteen. We talked about nothing for a while. After that, I went to sit down and read for a bit, while listening to Queen on my iPod. Of course, that couldn't last long, as I have become the runner for EJ's team. So when the game started, so did I. Except, it was raining. And when I say it rained, I meant it poured. Positively bucketed down. So I ended up running along one side of the field, in the rain, and every so often, doing a throw-in. Around half-time, though, it started to slow up, so I was able to get at least partially dry. And to top it all off, the other team didn't even have a boundary umpire. It kept raining on and off for a while.

When his game finished (and he won), and after Mum had left for the shops, Dad, EJ and I dropped by KFC, on our way home. At home, Shay's family stopped by to give Dad and EJ their birthday presents. Then, around 1:45, we all left for our Cricket Presentation. I brought my iPod and my DS. For the first part, I just watched my brother play some DS, and then I started to watch some Abridged. I also then played some DS. Around 5, they started the actual presentations, and at 6-ish, they called our team up. In that, my Dad announced something that took everyone concerned by complete surprise, except my family: no more cricket. When the cricket season starts, I either have to hapkido or cricket. I cant do both; 4 days a week in Year 11 is just too much. So the choice was between hapkido and cricket. And I chose hapkido. In life we have choices, and this is mine. On a less philosophical note, my Dad messed up by saying I was doing the HSC next year. So for the rest of when I stayed there, I had to keep telling people that I am not actually doing the HSCs for a while. Then, at home, I blogged about Friday.

To comments now, 2 from the 2 commenters I had before The Strike. Yes, it's been capitalised.
*Ebony: Suckiness is the noun. Not suckage. I refuse to give up my beliefs on slang for no apparent reason! And there was more then one commenter today. And thanks for reminding me about the journal.
*Victor: Where?

Well, that was my day. More late posts, I know. I have to stop this weekend procrastination. I'll stop. Eventually.

Bloody post-procrastination,
AB