I gave in my form yesterday for ‘discontinuation something something’ to student central and was informed that I would receive an official notification, but otherwise I was done. That was it. Maybe I was expecting something different. I don’t know. Maybe some shocked looks and someone trying to stop me, but quitting was just straightforward. I didn’t have to even go “You can’t fire me, I quit!” or flip any tables or anything.
Well I’m one day in and bored as hell. Of course, I’m not sure if hell is in fact boring, but we’ll stick with it for now. I will now take the liberty of assuming that you, too, are bored cos you are reading this. That’s probably the main reason I’m writing this blog. For all you eager stat-keepers out there this is in fact the twenty-first blog I’ve written for aag1. Quite a career stat sheet I’m filling out.
Speaking of stats, that last game for Gordon that many of you guys came to watch (Thanks one million billion for coming, I really appreciate it) was actually my first that I went wicketless. Talk about doing a Bryan in a must win game. Pretty poor. Anyways, I mean I don’t think I’ll say much about it, just that I hope you guys enjoyed it somehow and I spose losing is a part of sport that I’m getting really good at. I hate losing. And thanks to the good luck texts I also got in the morning. They were nice.
Anyways, so onto being bored, and something crazy happened the other day. So here I was, sitting at my chair in front of my computer and getting my ass handed to me in StickCricket, when suddenly the lights go out. Now I know what you guys are thinking. “It’s only the lights going off”, “blackouts are as commonplace as Deva making a bad joke about checking his timetable now that he is taking a gap year” or “why am I still reading this stupid blog?”, but the reality is, out here in the ‘burbs of West Ryde, lights going out is synonymous with darkness. It gets real mean out here.
Swami wouldn’t survive a second out here. But lucky for all you avid aag1 followers, I got up calmly and proceeded to make my way to the living room. I was anticipating anything from a guy with a gun all the way to a guy without a gun, and what I actually found was the outline of my dad, checking the little box in the laundry room. A quick flick of the switch, and I could see myself again. Lucky escape.
Well now that I don’t have any study to do, don’t have any cricket to play, train for or at worst ramble on about, I find myself in an unusual position. I know all my fans out there will be intrigued to learn that I will be playing soccer in the offseason. “Why pick soccer, Deva?” I hear you ask eagerly. Well calm down, young ones, and lend me your ear. Figuratively. Literally could be messy. Well, to be honest, there isn’t much of a story behind this one. Just wanted to play a sport, plus also increase fitness levels. And with our organising skills, basketball maybe a while away. So, for now, soccer it is.
Anyways, as you can probably tell, my life at the moment is going nowhere and I have nothing to do. Looking for jobs is so boring I haven’t even tried it yet. Should get to that asap. Special thanks go to Simy “Simon” Chow, who has been extremely helpful recently with job getting stuff, though I still haven’t put his help into action. We’ll see how it goes when I unceebz.
Well I think I’ve succeeded to make possibly the worst blog post in the history of the universe and galaxy ever. Six hundred words of nothing except words. Well, I might see you guys around some time. Possibly. Later days homies, or as they say in some romantic horror comedies, “Goodbye.”
