Glorifillia says She says
1 February 2000
Yesterday was quiet and dull (big surprise with my life). That was until Rachel and Midget turned up and kidnapped me. And off we went to Chez Sleaze (the second time I'd been there in less than a week, and I'm going with someone else on thursday *shudder* I'll turn into a regular). Though I must admit we had quite a lot of fun. Ordering drinks is surprisingly fun when you're just lust driven enough that three quarters of your brain is used up making sure you ask for a drink, and not the bartender. Though, yes, I do know that lusting after the bar staff is quite tragic, but anything that gorgeous is designed to be lusted after.
This morning I got up and printed up some of my poems and typed in some new ones. Then, with my sample ready I headed down to the Theatre Studies department. I got there and was presented with application forms. They weren't too bad until I got to a questions that was along the lines of "What strengths do you have that would help you in this course?". I spent ages trying to think of an answer that didn't make me sound like an arrogant prat, and I just plain couldn't. Not a good sign, I want to be a writer when I can't even avoid sounding like a prat.
Then to fill in time I did some wandering 'round town. In doing so I got the latest issue of Spider Woman (YAY), picked up a book from the library, picking up an application form for a job at the library, buying some dodgy asian stationary and the Grease movie soundtrack, aswell as generally just stuffing around.
Across the lines Who would dare to go Under the bridge Over the tracks Seperates whites from blacks
2 February 2000
I curled up in bed after my paper run this morning and watched last nights trash drama shows (having spent last night watching the trash Sci-fi). Actually on the topis of last night, I spent a chunk of it chatting with someone who actually seemed a little too perfect on the net last night, not that it's make a difference, with the distance obstacle and all. Anyway, then after eventually climbing out of bed and using up all the hot water trying to properly wake myself up with a shower i droppped a library book off to Oliver so he could read it before it goes back, and had a bit of a catch up.
Then I hit the town, in the rain. Had a bit of fun hating the rain for all it was worth for a while, then remembered how much I like the feeling of rain on my skin, so stopped.
I spent SO much money. I'm serious not a good thing to happen to my bank balance. I bought the latest Amazing Spiderman as it has Spider Woman on the cover. Finally picked up my ultra-expensive-though-lasts-for-ages shampoo. And buying trouser and a shirt at Hallensteins (though that was with gift vouchers). Though of course, me being me, I also bought ridiculous amounts of junk food. No wonder I look like a hippo.
I also spent some time bumming round with Tashanaaron, and then talking to my Aunt Jude and her lot (including my lil cousin Lucas, who is dangerously cute).
Now I'm half-heartly reading the flatmate notices in the paper and wishing I just agreed to flat with Tina when she asked me. I'm WAY too stranger phobic for the whole flat hunting thing.
Hello, I love you doesn't seem the same A guy like me can get all tongue tied
3 February 2000
I spent all day today from 9:40ish onward at Midgets, putting games and programs on her Com"puke" and just generally stuffing around. It made for a fun if uneventful day.
The shirt I bought yesterday feels SO good. I feel I'll probably wear it whenever it isn't in the wash.
Gosh darn it, I was supposed to write a CV today. I'll have to do it in the morning as I am now getting ready to go out on the town. Well, the job application isn't due till noon tomorrow, so I'll have time enough. I guess.
Anyway, I have to get dolled up as I'm escorting Tash (previously seen in Tashanaaron :oP) to Chez Sleaze tonight. And as usual I'm kinda semi hoping I'll meet someone while I'm out on the town (like anyone would ever actually go out with me though).
Shall I tell you about my life They say I'm a man of the world I've flown across every tide And I've seen lots of pretty girls
6 February 2000
Chez Sleaze on Thursday night was fun. As for my crush on one of the bar staff, let's call that love (if Madonna can claim to be in love with a beautiful stranger, then so can I).
Friday was okayish. I spent the morning madly trying to throw together a half-arse decent CV. And then dashing into town to apply for a job I haven't a snowflakes chance in heck of getting. Before spending the evening with some of my friends and watching all the exceptionally cool fireworks.
Saturday was a long slow trip to invers. Not exactly a great way to spend a day, in a car with my mother and her thing. But my cousin's party was kinda okay, and it was really good to see her. It just would have been better had I known anyone. And if both my parents hadn't been there. My parents being in the same place is never a pretty thing.
Then after the party I went with my Father, his partner, and my annoying little brother to Tuatapere for more family function type stuff. As this mornign was my Aunt Barb's birthday brunch (ain't them some b's). And then after visiting my other Aunt down there I came home.
Thrilling stuff, ah?
The Chickclick Horoscope for Sagittarius today:
Schmooze with the person standing behind you in the coffee line or with the cute exec from the company three floors down. At the least you'll make your day more interesting, but with luck you'll actually meet someone worth talking to again.
7 February 2000
I've been sitting here on the net all day. And now I'm an old man. And my old man bones have not the strength to lift me. And here I shall die. Zeros and Ones on a wire, disguised as sound. Sleep forever.
I spent a big chunk of the morning cyber-flirting with a ballerina who I'm pretty sure has a boyfriend. But thats rather typical on the net, screwy place that it is. Not that there is a chance of anything coming of it though.
Afternoon: continued net use. Mainly a long and pointless conversation with my ex, though those are all fun.
I got called my the theatre department, I have to go in tomorrow for an interview, so I'm guessing the writing I submitted for THEA203 had some merit, being that I made the call back.
Anyway, I'm off now as Midget is a coming round.
And I'm here to remind you Of the mess you left when you went away It's not fair to deny me Of the cross I bear that you gave me You, you, you oughta know
8 February 2000
Midget took my to Arc first off last night. All good. I SO like their hot white chocolate. And we were off to KC's (yes, I know, I go there too much and if you look up the word "tragic" in the dictionary I'd be there dancing to "Two Times" by Ann Lee). It wasn't too bad. I had a load of fun dancing with the lil Midget. Her friends are all boring political drunks though. A trait I find less than desirable in people.
Ah, a token 2 1/2 hours of sleep.
This morning I just did NOT want to get up and going. I was SO not amused at life. My nose was all blocked up and my ears were still ringing. But after a couple of hours reading I felt alot more able to tolerate the existance of other human beings. So after doing some laundry and showering the KC's smell off I headed off to town. On the way to my THEA203 interview I stopped in a SJS and realised I had forgotten my card and had to check in without it. Ever so mildly embarrassing. The interview went well though, so I shall be doing Playwriting this year, which is all good. It makes the year a bit more meaningful.
Then it was off to see "Holy Smoke" with my ex (I'd originally planned to take Tash aswell but I couldn't get hold of her and SO wasn't going to even contemplate speaking to her answer machine). The movie was quite good, a little predictable but still worth seeing, though you could wait for it on video just the same. It's quite screwy and there is a little too much naked old man showns, but otherwise it's quite good. I think my ex really hated it though, which possibly made seeing it just a little more worth while.
I really have to start doing stuff with more of my friends. I think Hans is back in Dunedin, so I should really try to catch up with him. And I have to find out which of my other friends have got back into town.
And that was my day in a nut shell. *Visual Joke* "No this is my day in a.......
you were looking at me i was looking at you you were looking at me i was looking at you we made eye to eye contact
9 February 2000
I was on the net SO late last night. And all I had proved to me was everyone on the net is skanky. And quite disguisted myself be almost considering responding to someone who was trying to cyber-sex at me. Net people suck, I SO have to stop talking to them.
This morn I read for awhile before rolling out of bed a big haired mess, showering, panicking about some forms I found and hadn't filled out and that were due tomorrow, heading off to hand them in, and then haeding to the shops.
Quite freakishly I bumped into Hans on the first block into town, freakish as I had mentioned him on here yesterday. So then he wandered round with me while I did shopping and he did a few things he needed doing, and we caught up quite thoroughly. He had a summer fling. Everyone seems to have had a summer fling. Except me. Darn then all.
Then this evening I finally rang someone about a flat. I'm going tomorrow evening to look at it, it's up on Highgate so living there would be an instant recipe for sexy legs. *Fingers crossed* I'll remember the address right, and it'll be a nice flat with tolerable people. As I SO have to get away from my mother.
Happy Birthday to you Happy Birthday to you Happy Birthday foul beast from the darkest deepest fiery pits Happy Birthday to you
10 February 2000
This morning I gave mother her birthday present, that had cost me too much. And then she didn't even say thanks. I love my family SO much.
I headed off to town today, remembered the letters I was supposed to post as I was at the Gardens and had to walk all the way back home again and get them. Then after mailing them at the Gardens post shop, I headed into the Uni central library to apply for a job there, but they aren't giving out application forms till the 17th. Joyful Joyful. So then I just stuffed around in town for AGES before wandering home.
What a constructive day.
I did find out I could do both my bachelors in Dunedin though, and then go up to Wellington for the Masters afterward.
Okay, since I last wrote. I went up to a surprise party one of my neighbours had thrown for Mum. Mother's idiot thing threw a hissy fit about one of the guest who was there and left, so then Mother walked out as well. I can't believe anyone raised by my nanny could be so lacking in social graces. No wonder she is slowly losing all her friends.
Then my aunt (well, first cousin once removed) gave me a ride up to the flat I was going to see. And it's pretty darn good. The room is big, and the flat and flatmates seem nice. There are even pets, which was something I was worried about missing while I was flatting. BUT, I don't think they liked me. And they've had heaps of people interested so I'm guessing my chances are pretty slim. Which is a shame, as it is somewhere I feel I could have quite happily lived. But thems the breaks.
And the other place I called has a pokey lil room, and full of guys who sound like rugby players. And the only other flats that looked good in their ads asked for either a "sound bloke" (which I think is a euthamism for RUGBY) or a female, or someone older. No-one advertises for slightly geeky immature guys.
Du är en saga for god för att vara sann. Det är en saga i seg att vi funnit varann. Vi kunde like gjärna aldrig nånnsin mötts, eller var vårt möte redan bestämt långt innan vi födds Vem vet? Inte du. Vem vet? Intejag. Vi vet ingenting n u, Vi vet inget i dag
12 February 2000
Yesterday I went in to see if I could do couse approval, to discover none of the subject I'm doing are willing to do it till next week. *Grumble*. And then wandered around with an annoyingly depressive midget. I feel she needs a ruddy good kicking.
Today's song quote was submitted by Hans, and is a song by Lisa Ekdahl (admittedly, I have NO IDEA who she is).
Then last night I was going to go to see Karen Hunter playing at Arc, but none of my friends wanted to go so instead I just stuffed around in town with them for ages and then walked home with Oliver. So the whole night was rather uneventful.
Ek, I like completely soft boiled myself this morning. After my paper run I went back to sleep all wrapped up nice and warm. When I woke again I was SO hot, and moist with sweat, it was SO disgusting. I'm just glad only my father saw it, as he had woken me up in the attempt to conscript extra labour towards his moving house. Like he was going to get any luck there. Me? Move stuff for people? Not very likely.... unless they asked nicely, but thats because I'm a trifle soft.
Actually, aswell as flat hunting, I really have to start packing up my stuff, as I have been in the same over furnished room for six years, so I have six years of clutter to box away before I move. Joy for me. I should really go do some of that instead of playing on the net. So, Bye for now.
Ring, ring Why won't you give me a call Ring, ring The happiest sound of them all
13 February 2000
GGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!! I got stuck spending most of yesterday cleaning up my mother's disgusting house so she could have a party. Though I did get a big box packed full with all my ornamentation.
Mother's party was a typical old lady party, so at first chance i headed off to town. I met up with one of my friends Aaron (not Tashanaaron Aaron, but a different one) and went to KC's for a while, danced with a couple of Bex's friends, Kezia and Anita, oh, and Raj as well. It wasn't too bad, just very hot, and very crowded. Then we all went down to Fuel, which was equally warm, but with fewer people and a lot less fun. Eventually we gave up on town and me and Aaron walked home (as he lives near me). Which was cool, as it gave us a half-arse decent chance to catch up, especially good as I can talk to him about pretty much anything. Actually, of all the friends I've made over the net, he's the only one I'd actually trust with anything. Though that's possibly more to do with the fact I'm quite cynical of all people, doubly so of internet ones.
Today I've done crap all. Watched Six Days, Seven Nights and found it WAY TOO predictable, though not without it's charm and classic moments. And actually, that's about it. Now I'm sitting waiting for the people from the flat I looked at on thursday to ring up and reject me.
Only the lonely Know how I cry Only the lonely
14 February 2000
Course Approval Bites!!!
Well, the people from the flat didn't ring, I wasn't even worthy of being told I was rejected. That's a real ego booster, that is. So to cheer myself up last night, I watched Thank God he met Lizzie which is a plain weird aussie chickflick. Star's Cate Blanchett though, which is all good.
Then this morning I watched The Man who knew too little which is a rather mis-able comedy piece. And then headed off to Uni for course approval. Course approval involved me getting stuffed around LOTS, but lots of deparments, having to go home at lunch to get something, and coming back to get stuffed around some more. So tomorrow morning i'll go in and finish it, and get my uni ID card.
St Valentines Day bites too!!!!!
As usual I got nothing. I have never got anything from anyone for the stupid commercialistic holiday. Admittedly it's because I have been single for every single Valentine's day that I've been alive for. Talk about depressing. Especially, as I always give someone something for it.
Though I did find a dark brown heart shaped smartie in the smarties I bought myself at lunch time. It was so close to being a black heart that I've taken it as a sign. I'm destined to be sad and miserable.
We plow the fields and scatter the good seed on the land.. But it is fed and watered by God's almighty hand.. He sends us snow in winter, the warmth to swell the grain... The breezes and the sunshine, and soft refreshing rain... All good gifts around us Are sent from Heaven above So thank the Lord, oh thank the Lord for all his love...
15 February 2000
Last night I went to Chez Sleaze, yet again. Though this time under invitation, as Rachel was down from Qtown for a night and wanted to go dancing. It wasn't too bad, I won two free shakers in a weird Valentines thing they were doing, and one of Rachel's other friends she'd dragged along won the major prize of a fridge full of liquor. I also had the weird discovery that Midget doesn't know me at all. I'd always kind of suspected it though, Midget is so wrapped up in herself I doubt she has the ability to really know anyone else. It was just a bit of a shock that someone who spends half her life poking her nose into mine doesn't have any idea how I feel about even the most basic things.
This morning I went in and finished course approval. I even got a reasonably flattering ID photo, except for a squinty eye. Overall I can't really complain.
And that was my day. Boring, hah?
Good Morning Sunshine You're my only light
16 February 2000
Oh my, my life is SO boring. You know your life is boring when you catch yourself saying "my life is too boring to even jest about making a secret of it" to people when they aren't telling you stuff.
I lay in bed watching crap videos this morning, until eventually deciding it was really time to get up. Then after showering, and hitting the phone to plan my day, out I went. Out, a helpless little creature, into a big scary world. Anyway, enough of the try-hard poetic melodrama.
I went off to Amy's to see how well she was doing at setting up her little flat, and got the added bonus of being there while the little man from the power company came to put the power on. Then it was off to Maitland St to look at a flat. It would have been great if only it wasn't in Maitland St.
If my day wasn't "happening" enough all ready, it was time to meet my father and go for tea at his place. Joyful joyful. Though while Dad was picking up his partner for something at university, I found out that two of my friends had been back in town almost a week and hadn't bothered to tell me. Aren't friends that greatest things in the world. I am SO going to be a hermit when I grow up.
Tea at my fathers was quite uneventful. I got home thinking I had food poisoning, tbut then realised I was just feeling ill from having sniffed my hair product. MMmmmmmmm, fudge hair varnish, yum. And when I got home I found I'd received a letter from the City Council, rejecting me from the library job I'd applied for. When I flip out and become a total loon, that building is SO on my "to blow up" list.
Anyway, I need sleep. Later.
She sees through your lies You'll you surmise That the girl is on to you
17 February 2000
It's so good to have someone I can walk around town hand-in-hand with again. I'm SO glad my Becky-Bo is back.
Well, this morning i was wallowing in boredom and self-pity. I watched the Ruth Rendell mystery "The Strawberry Tree", guessed what was going to happen WAY too fast, and was just generally snotty at the world.
Then I went into SJS to ask about library jobs at uni, to find there are none available this year. I was so not amused. Then when I went to visit Rachael, she wasn't home, GRRRRRR.
So, off to town i went, picked up some cheap chinese food, met up with Aaron (of Tashanaaron fame) and then later added a Tash to the gathering. All good. I pretty much always enjoy their company. And today was no exception, buit eventually I thought I should probably head back and see in Rachael had gone back home. Guess what. She hadn't. And it was raining on me :o(. So... I'm off to see the wormgirl, the wonderful wormgirl of Pitt St. Hmmm, it doesn't really ring does it. Well, I guess some Jenny Shipley look-a-likes don't really deserve songs. Even if I did visit them for a while to fill in some of my day.
Then (this whole thing has that big "and then.. and then" narrative structure common to all tales by six year olds running through it, doesn't it) after another failed attempt to find Rachael, I stumbled upon Becky. YAY!!!!!!!!!. So then I spent the next almost four hours with her. Including going and having tea at the New Satay Noodle House with her, Kezia, Anita and a whole bunch more, including the ever lovely Nina.
So as much as it started rather ho-hum, it has grown to be a most enjoyable day. And YAY for Becky and Nina being back in town.
I should have known better than to cheat a friend
19 February 2000
It's so warm.
Yesterday I spent a big chunk of the day at Nina's watching her organise flat like stuff. And an even bigger portion getting frustrated about the big boulders in Pokemon Gold. Till last evening when I went into town, talked to a few of my friends, and a few others. Had a moaning midget confront me about what little I had vented about her on here. Had a name-stealer comment as to how much exaggeration he thought I was using on this. Though actually, when i think of it, I don't really use all that much. Especially as this should be read as a piece of fictional prose and nothing more.
On the way home I thought to stop in at Chez Sleaze, being that I practically live there of late, and because a few of my friends were supposed to be there. And NO-ONE I knew was there at all. Well, no-one I'd admit to knowing. And just when I was about to grudgingly dance with strangers I was overcome by the desperate desire to drink flavoured milk and listen to lounge music. So I left again bearly a minute after getting there, stopped at The Willowbank Diary, bought 2 litres of raspberry milk, drank half of it on the way home, and then lay in bed listening to ultra-lounge.
Today, I went to the Thieve's Alley. Spent lots on nothing (i.e. food) and stuffed about with Tashanaaron. Then after popping through both my Becky's and Nina's flats, I came home. And so far, that's my day.
Nobody knows The troubles I've seen Nobody knows My sorrow
20 February 2000
Well last night was not entirely to plan. I was supposed to be going dancing with Becky-Boo, but ended up going cafe-ing with Susan, which was pretty darn cool. And it meant I got a little sleep, I wouldn't have otherwise got.
Today after doing my lil brother's star run, as he was on scout camp, I went to "The Lark in The Park". Not exactly fun, so I stayed there a total of about five minutes.
And I was wearing shorts, so I'm getting a little colour in my legs. YAY.
I finally made it to Graeme Sydney's exhibition today. On the last day it's open. I'm so slack. And it was SO worth seeing. And that is about my day.
And, the important part, my Togepi evolved :o).
Strangest of the strange
21 February 2000
Wow, my life is weird. Last night I was talking to a net friend whose boyfriend had been stolen by some "slut". And then with my ex about having a new boyfriend. And then finally I clicked, my ex is said "slut". A bit of a shocker that one.
Then last night I went out to visit Tina and Rachael, had a good time, drank a rather tasty little sample of a slightly alcohol beverage (i.e. a big mug of something flammable) and caught up on things a bit.
S'morning I went of to do course approval with Tina. While there I was talking to one of my friends and had the freaky discovery that it was he who my ex had stolen (though I don't actually know any details, except those sourced from the jilted net-geek, so I somehow doubt it is anywhere near that scandalous). I'm way too old for that kind of shock. Actually, my only real problem was that I was surprised, and it's very rare for anything to catch me completely unawares. Wait, I take that back, what really irks me is that my ex came over and said "I don't like the company, I think we should get out of here". Now, I don't really consider myself to be that bad as company goes and I had been under the definite impression that my ex and I were friends now. Obviously I'm a little naive about such things.
Anyway, I'm off to doll up. I'm going to a movie with my Nina.
Everything is coming up roses For me
22 February 2000
I went to "American Beauty" with my Nina, Tina, Rob, Saradha (?spelling?) and one of her friends. It wasn't too shabby as movies go.
Ergh, umm, that's about all I have to write right now, as it's morning. I shall try again later, possibly.My friends are all weirdos. Not that that will come as a surprise to many of you. And not for any particular reason neither, I just felt like saying it.
BTW: My ex has assured me the comment about bad company was not aimed at me, so like the trusting simpleton I am, I'll believe it all.
I went to see Tandom Nacho's (okay, I know it's really Nandor) speech, it was full of nice ideas, but all exceptionally not realistic.
Oh,oh. Guess what I did!!!!! I enrolled as a 17 year old at OUSA. It means I don't need an 18+ card to get into O-week events. Wahoo.
Well that's me, again.
Don't like the weather Oh no I love it
24 February 2000
Yesterday was Clubs and Socs day at uni. A day which is pretty much always fun. I signed up for The Women's Group, and I think I'm the only guy who did. But there wasn't a lesbian booth this year, so it was the only really inappropriate thing for me to join.
The Student's for a Free Tibet want me to be their Chairperson this year, and I have a weird feeling they won't be rushing to take no for an answer. Darn it all. Actually, while I was at their stall, I met my net stalker who was running the young nats one beside it. Talk about strange.
Then I met up with Peter (the nice one, who is up to be the treasurer for Student for a free tibet) and went to "Bedrooms and Hallways". A hilarious if somewhat pointless film that I'll heartily recommend to all. There was a complete queen in it that was almost as gay as Peter, so it'll serve as great hassling material. :o).
Today I spent trying to win Pokemon Gold, but the Pokemon League (the big challenge at the end) keeps beating me. I did go out for a while though. To put computer games on Nina and Rob's 'puters. On the way home I saw the biggest butterfly I have ever seen. It's wings were about 5cm high (ergh, it's hard to know what dimensions should be called with bugs) and orange and black. With a thick black hairy body, covered over the head and front with white circles, and a long white strip down it's back. It was so beautiful. And made even more incredible by the fact it flew around me for ages, circling me as it flapped and glided. In fact I got so entralled in the movement of it, I completely lost myself. I could feel the movement of wings and adjustment of body and limbs, and the movement. It was actually quite scary, my imagination isn't usually that vivid. Okay, so maybe it is sometimes, but feeling the sensations of limbs I have no experience... Wow. It is possibly the single most spiritual moment of my life so far.
And now I'm sitting home, watching TV, chatting on ICQ and babysitting Wormgirl. She had something big and metal dropped on her head on her ecology field trip and got nicely concussed. So now she is here getting babysat by me. My life is SO great :oP.
Oh Debbie Queen of the underground Carrying her gold guitar The show is over My downtown baby is headin' home Singing a song She's walkin' alone She walking down the block Now she's comin' my way As our hearts and our dark sunglasses lock Shell-shocked supersonic blonde Hyperphonic female Dark sunglasses on Everyone is here to see Her all-girl rock band
27 February 2000
Friday, oh Friday. :oP
On Friday I had prelims, talk about uneventful, though there's hot new talent in the 300-level chem, a transfer student I'm guessing. Not that I was checking anyone out while Amy was semi concious in my bed. No, ofcourse not.
That evening, after passing Amy on to her flatmates, I went to the O-week Comedy Night. It was SO good. Money well spent if I do say so myself.
Saturday: Now this was one fun day. We were replacing our hot water cylinder with one that actually works, and was SO stressful an experience. But at the end of it all, we now have mains-pressure hot water, which is SUCH a nice change.
Then a dancing I did go. Midget, Nina, Rachael, Becky-Boo, Rob and various others of my weird little circle of friends went to the UniQ Ball. It was SO much fun. I danced for over six hours, hard out. Had LOTS of caffine. Kissed quite a few people. And generally had a GREAT time. Wahoo for friends and going dancing.
Today: Two words summ up today, "The Sims". I installed it this morning, and now doubt I'll make it to a single lecture all year.
I started with "Will Smythe", a black haired, fair skinned, no-nonsense steroid abuser. And I had put The Roomies (a pair of girls that come in the program) in one of the other houses. After not to long playing, he was a professional sports player (Rookie in the Major Leagues) and he was married to Christine Roomie and had a daughter Marianna. But playing them was getting boring, it was all too domestic. So I took over Melissa Roomie (Christine's old room mate) who was now living all alone. She is now a field scientist on very good pay, with Will (her ex-roomies husband) seriously flirting with her. I really hadn't thought the guy i'd designed would be that much of a sleaze. It was a bit weird. But very fun.
Anyway, writing this is taking time away from my playing "The Sims". So goodnight.
I'll be your candle on the water My love for you will always burn
29 February 2000
Yesterday my lectures started. As first lectures go they were all quite uneventful. A few new faces I have no problem looking at, mildly interesting subjects, a frightningly massive reading list.
ARGH, This year is gonna bite.
And then last night I used cheats to give Melissa Roomie some extra cash, she then landed a husband, Henrik (who's a Paramedic), bought the great big mansion along the street, and had a daughter, Afrika. And then I got bored with it and slept.
Today, three lectures, pretty much as yesterdays ones. Lent a pen to a rather yummy american in my Anglo-Saxons class. Talked to my net-stalker outside New World while I was running late for a lecture. Oh, and I played a bit more The Sims too.
Dern-biggery. Someone from one of the weird christian groups I talked to at some stage just rang up and convinced me to have a talk to them tomorrow about the nature of God.
Mental Note: Learn to say "no".
Anyway,I'm off to do stuff type stuff. Later.
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