When you find a 30 metre long RJ-11 cable what do you do? Oh you have fun! You plug it in your modem and walk around the house holding you laptop like a purse. Every once in a while you may feel like checking the mail or you can stand in the kitchen and chat on your IM. Your trails can be easily followed so there’s no way to get lost and if you do you can be found immediately once you IM your next of kin. Who needs wireless and broadband when you can have all these advantages?

I am trying to make myself forget that I’m still stuck in my parents’ house without broadband and it is working a little bit. Only now there’s a kiss-ass long cable running through every room in the entire house. It’s still amazing how nobody’s tripped over it, but of course hurting any of my family members is not my intention. I have to admit leaving a cable as my trail was a unique experience for me and I’m still admiring my masterpiece that’s laying everywhere in this house.

This page is finally taking shape and coding is not very easy for me as I’m still a student and there’s A LOT of things I still haven’t learnt. Feel free to suggest anything, that’s what comments are there for!

The last few days I have been very quiet and relaxed which was well needed. That was until yesterday evening when I decided it was time to start easing myself back into the partying. I went out and yeah, yes, oh yay, I downed a pint of Stella, 5 glasses of white wine and 4 shots of Sambuca. Surprised that I was still so sober, I returned home after a great night with old friends that I hadn’t seen in a very long time.

Seeing them again was wonderful. It has been almost a year since last time I saw them but (high) school friends will always be your friends. We’ve shared so much together and we know each other so well that even if we met again after 5 years it would still be comfortable and cosy. We grew up together and that means a lot.

We grew up together, yes, that’s the key phrase. We actually grew up. I feel old. I felt really old especially yesterday when sat at the table was someone born in 1990 and we were actually having a decent conversation! Oooooh no. NO. NO. NO. And you know what, I HATED BEING THE WISE OLDER ONE!

Is that what it’s going to be like from now on? I mean will my ma start harassing me about getting married soon? What’s next? Going to a high school friend’s wedding? OH. MY. GOD. I so want to see that actually, even if I know it will make feel like I’m feeling right now: The OLD goofy guy - because let’s face it I’ll never be wise.

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Written by Colin Brooks on 29.08.05 at 9:44 am.