Zac Efron and those damn lost thoughts

I'd like to start this post by issuing an apology to the legions of young girls who descended on my blog after yesterdays post title. I should have been more clear that this is not a High School Musical website nor is it an affiliate of the Disney corporation or HSM franchise. However as a good will gesture to said young girls as well as a cheeky lunchtime treat for my more dedicated, mature female readers, I will open with a picture of the good man himself to keep everyone happy. Have a Diet Coke break


I didn't end up going to 'soccer' on Saturday morning, but instead chose to watch the Blackburn v Man Utd debacle on the slightly embarrassing but nonetheless essential 'Fox Soccer Channel'. Despite the terrible result it was actually quite exciting, especially towards the end. My female roommate even enjoyed it which is a great step forward in US-UK soccer relations. It finished 1-1, so if an American female can find a low scoring 'tie' entertaining then there is great hope. I would encourage any females who are offended by that last comment to refer back to the opening photo for a cool down before continuing.



I picked up my friends from home tonight, they were pretty heavy. But seriously, I went and got them from the airport which was a miracle in itself as once again they gave me no information other then flight time. After the pick up nothing blog-worthy happened so we'll move on.

It's late so I will end with just one more thought. Tonight we went to a Mexican restaurant after our work activities had ended. At the end of the meal I thought of something and got excited, except the thought coincided with the bill's arrival. Instantly distracted by the inevitability of spending money, I forgot the thought. The funny thing is I remained excited, except now with a considerable amount of frustration at not being able to dwell on it. I thought this was most bizarre and it reminded me of other times when I have been worried about something only to forget what it is I was worried about. But nevertheless, the same thing occurred. Forgetting the worry didn't end the worry, it just made it indefinite, which is even worse! I discussed this with some people and they confessed to the same problems which was a relief. To this moment though I regret to say I still have no idea why I was excited which is a real pity. Can anyone else sympathise with that? I must say I'd much rather be indefinitely excited then indefinitely worried. I don't mind surprises though, so whenever the lost exciting thought becomes a reality, it will be all the more enjoyable.