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It's safe to come out now...
Sep. 21st, 2001 12:02 pmI no longer have the urge to stomp around growling "RossiSmash!" and kicking the cat we don't have, which is a good thing, really. Wouldn't want the RSPCA to haul me in for imaginary pet abuse. My mountain bike ride went well - basically I rode until I was too tired to be angry any more, and I had to focus on breathing and making my legs work on the hills. It was a beautiful evening, golden and warm and full of the smell of grass and spring flowers. So nice a night I can forgive the hayfever said spring flowers have been generating - it's a price I'm willing to pay, as long as I don't start with the nosebleeds I used to get up here. ;)
By the end of the hour my mood had improved to the point I was doing jumps off handy lumps of dirt and indulging in the thrill of skidding through gravel patches. *chuckles* I swear, mountain bikers are just people who remember what it was like to be a kid and fanging their bikes around the streets. In fact, my mood was positively expansive by the time I got home, so I set about making tuna casserole for dinner and didn't even blink when BRM came home and asked if it was okay if Greta ate with us. Besides, she brought beer - Boag's Premium. Anyone who brings me Boag's is in no danger of being turfed out. We had a rather pleasant evening, really.
Amazing thunderstorm last night. The three of us went out and sat under the back verandah (such as it is) and watched lightning streak across the sky, so bright it blinded you for a few seconds. A burst of hailstones the size of marble drumming on the carport roof and bouncing off the concrete. Counting the seconds between the flash and the rumble, as the storm passed over. Great stuff. Another front came over as I went to bed, and I fell asleep to the sound of rain on the patio outside my room, and that rumble, like a far-off giant cat purring.
I had the thought, sitting out there with the rain splashing on my bare toes, that whereas people compare their tempers to storms, being either thunder - drawn out, grumbling - or lightning - sudden and shocking - mine is really both. I have my thunder days, where small stuff just irritates me and I stomp around and complain in my LJ and seethe for a bit, but then I also have the intense burst of anger, like the one I had yesterday. Those are far more dangerous, because I'm a hairsbreadth away from actually decking someone. That part of my temper is one of the reasons why I started martial arts - I needed somewhere to channel the anger - and why I quit Aussie Rules football - it was making me too aggressive again. I was fully ready to call the person at work in charge of transfers and say, "Simone, I don't care where it is in Melbourne, I want the next available job," and say "screw you" to BRM. Of course, doing that would've left my family in a mess too, not to mention the fact that I can't afford to move house yet - I need a bond and the first month's rent, at least.
And all over a petty thing like putting stuff away. *shakes head* Maybe I should spend next weekend at my parents' place - they have cable, and the Buffy season four marathon is on. And I seriously need to get away from BRM before I snap and punch his lights out.
On a lighter note, I will be finally getting my new computer next Monday. An iBook, perfect for what I need, as I'm not really big into the computer stuff, just my writing and the Net. It has a CD burner, and a DVD player, and will cost me about $4000, leaving me $1000 from the investment fund I (now) wisely cancelled. Can't wait.
Dad's back from Canberra today - crappy time for the Vietnam vets to stage their protest over getting their pensions cut, with the Ansett crisis and the whole "end of the world as we know it". I'm heading over around three for a visit.
By the end of the hour my mood had improved to the point I was doing jumps off handy lumps of dirt and indulging in the thrill of skidding through gravel patches. *chuckles* I swear, mountain bikers are just people who remember what it was like to be a kid and fanging their bikes around the streets. In fact, my mood was positively expansive by the time I got home, so I set about making tuna casserole for dinner and didn't even blink when BRM came home and asked if it was okay if Greta ate with us. Besides, she brought beer - Boag's Premium. Anyone who brings me Boag's is in no danger of being turfed out. We had a rather pleasant evening, really.
Amazing thunderstorm last night. The three of us went out and sat under the back verandah (such as it is) and watched lightning streak across the sky, so bright it blinded you for a few seconds. A burst of hailstones the size of marble drumming on the carport roof and bouncing off the concrete. Counting the seconds between the flash and the rumble, as the storm passed over. Great stuff. Another front came over as I went to bed, and I fell asleep to the sound of rain on the patio outside my room, and that rumble, like a far-off giant cat purring.
I had the thought, sitting out there with the rain splashing on my bare toes, that whereas people compare their tempers to storms, being either thunder - drawn out, grumbling - or lightning - sudden and shocking - mine is really both. I have my thunder days, where small stuff just irritates me and I stomp around and complain in my LJ and seethe for a bit, but then I also have the intense burst of anger, like the one I had yesterday. Those are far more dangerous, because I'm a hairsbreadth away from actually decking someone. That part of my temper is one of the reasons why I started martial arts - I needed somewhere to channel the anger - and why I quit Aussie Rules football - it was making me too aggressive again. I was fully ready to call the person at work in charge of transfers and say, "Simone, I don't care where it is in Melbourne, I want the next available job," and say "screw you" to BRM. Of course, doing that would've left my family in a mess too, not to mention the fact that I can't afford to move house yet - I need a bond and the first month's rent, at least.
And all over a petty thing like putting stuff away. *shakes head* Maybe I should spend next weekend at my parents' place - they have cable, and the Buffy season four marathon is on. And I seriously need to get away from BRM before I snap and punch his lights out.
On a lighter note, I will be finally getting my new computer next Monday. An iBook, perfect for what I need, as I'm not really big into the computer stuff, just my writing and the Net. It has a CD burner, and a DVD player, and will cost me about $4000, leaving me $1000 from the investment fund I (now) wisely cancelled. Can't wait.
Dad's back from Canberra today - crappy time for the Vietnam vets to stage their protest over getting their pensions cut, with the Ansett crisis and the whole "end of the world as we know it". I'm heading over around three for a visit.
