Field of Daize’s

Tis nice to see that the good old online diary cross references are back in! Darn I missed the old community. It is nice to see that Mike (or should that be “M”, I never know…) is still trying to get a rise out of people, and good to see that “J” is kinda responding. All is well on the online diary life.
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Hmm, nice to see that at least Mary is updating her dairy. After reading it, I expected maybe julia had something to say about BDO, but it wasn’t to be. Tis not fair, I miss Julia writing in her diary. Her entries are allways so earnest.
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Today’s adventures led me all the way to the White Mountains, New Hampshire. There is a little recreational park called “gunstock”, which has all activities related with snow. The plan was to go there and do some X-country skiing. Unfortunately, the weather has been picking up a little, and it hadn’t snowed in a couple of days, so the paths were a little icy. Since skiing on ice is like trying to direct a wonky trolley through a parking lot made out of engine-oil, we decided to Snow Shoe instead.
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A rather eventfull two days, and two that have not only broken the monotony, but have done so in a most agreeable way.
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Well, today certainly turned out to be rather eventfull. Me and my uncles took a trip to the mountains, and went tubing! I like tubing a fair bit. I guess it doesn’t afford the same excitment that skiing might, but I still think it is fun. Going down a hill with a rubber donut at high speeds is probably not the most natural thing in life, but it certainly afford a lot of time to think about stuff. I never fail to think of the great “wagon” sequences in Calvin and Hobbes comics. Darn I love those guys.
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Yoga is loads of fun. I can really see myself doing it when I get back. So relaxing, and yet, so bendy. I am not an expert, but I think bendy is a disirable thing these days. Is in my books, anyhoot.
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Well, rode Brutus for a very long time today. Yeah, slap that doggie, ride the high. Hehe, hopefully I will at least get back to australia with the same amount of fat, and not more, than what I started with.
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AAAH! It has been far too long since I have had good wine. I know that Aussie wines are supposed to be really good on the world stage.. yadda yadda, but I guess I just don’t have the mulah to acquire any that are decent. As such, I have, for the past two years, been drinking what I consider to be fairly ordinary wine. Even worse, I have been becoming complacent, and have been satisfied with a lot less than what I would have a couple of years back. Last night changed all that.
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Well, Brutus got a work out today. That is right, I rode that bitch like it was nobody’s business. Slowly settling into the groove of Andover.. kinda.
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Well, trying to wake up again. This jet lag thing has got to go, I don’t like it.
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Hmm, well it is about seven in the morning USA time here. Why the hell am I up. I’ll tell you why, bloody jet lag. SF dammit. I don’t know why I am feeling jet lagged these days. A couple of years ago, I could bounce in and out of timezones like it was a hopscotch game. Maybe I’m getting old and withered.
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Well, another slow day rolls on in Boston. Went to the gym today. Hmm, that is pretty much it, I went to the gym today. It was ok. I spent a lot of time swimming, since for some reason I didn’t really feel fit enough to do much else. Strange, since I normally spend ages in the gym.
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hmm, these diary entries are going to be a tad strange, since there is the whole time-zone difference, etc.
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Lol, a somewhat interesting night.
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Well, gearing up to do another wonderous travel to bloody Boston. God damned I don’t really want to go. Things with the olds are a little dicey at the moment, to say the least, and Boston all in all is a fairly inane city. Maybe the change will be pleasant. Still, after experiencing my first glimpses of an aussie summer (first time in many years), and having newly found the pleasures of the beach, I shall be sad to leave it. Another summer abroad.. sounds like the whinging of a rich kid, does it not?
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Well, my well neglected friend is now out of retairment and back on the wagon. Hmm, it has been far to long since I took solice in the conforts that a diary can bestow.
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