The boy thinks that my weblog readers like me better when I’m blogging from Indonesia because now that I’m blogging from Canada, I get considerably less comments to my weblog posts. I wonder if it’s true. Hrm.
Speaking of the boy, I’m going to watch him curl tonight. No, not curl as in curling his hair (he doesn’t look good with curly hair). Curl, as in sports. Probably the dorkiest sport game I’ve ever known. Even the boy doesn’t think I would find it very exciting. He suggests me to bring a book and a lot of snack in case I get bored. I’m going to take a lot of pictures of the boy in action for sure, especially when he’s doing the highly amusing mop-the-floor brush-the-ice thing. Fun stuff.
And now I’m going to play some virtual curling to get in the mood for the game tonight. Trust me, the real thing is much dorkier than that.
Hey now. I curled in high school.
And man, was I ever cool.
Okay, not so much, but it’s fun in a “why the heck am I running around with a broom?” sort of way.
I like watching the world curling championships.
Ok. Nothing has changed, I’m still a dork.