A month with me nose to the grindstone again, and in which lent begins (ergh, still haven't decided what I'll give up for it yet). Also note that all song lyrics for this month, are songs sung by Dusty.
Everyday I Have To Cry. (Arthur Alexander) Everyday I have to cry some Everyday I have to cry some Dry the water from my eyes some Everyday I have to cry There was a little boy I had planned to marry This was my love I didn't want to share it I thought that love would make my life bright and sunny He said he couldn't love me 'cause he didn't have no money So, everyday I have to cry some Everyday I have to cry some Dry the water from my eyes some Everyday I have to cry I got me a boy I guess I really loved him Every night now I was thinking of him But you can't mix love with money 'Cause if you do it's gonna hurt somebody So, everyday I have to cry some Everyday I have to cry some Dry the water from my eyes some Everyday I have to cry Although I know that he's just a poor boy Is it wrong to love 'cause he's not a rich boy? Every time you mix love with money Every time you hurt somebody So, everyday I have to cry some Everyday I have to cry some Dry the water from my eyes some Everyday I have to cry Everyday I have to cry Everyday I have to cry Oh, oh
3 March 2000
Yesturday was the anniversary of Dusty's death. So I mourned.
Gees, I haven't written much of late, mainly as I've had little to write about. Lectures are happening. As they do. I got the latest SpiderWoman today, and another Lynda Carter poster. And that's the only non-text book purchases I've made all week.
Not much of note has happened really. I've just been stuffing around playing Elvis in the Sims.
My life is so dull. Oh, and I take back any comments I made about the american in Anglo-Saxon's being cute, it's amazing how less attractive someone can look once you see them in decent light, and with your glasses on.
Spot who has a boring life. Later, I'm off to play some more Dusty in memorial.
What Have I Done To Deserve This?
(Tennant / Lowe / Willis)
Duet with the Pet Shop Boys
Indentation as follows :
Neil Tennant Singing
Dusty Singing
Both Singing
You always wanted a lover
I only wanted a job
I've always worked for a living
How'm I gonna get through?
How'm I gonna get through?
I come here looking for money
Got to have it
And end up living with love, oh, oh
Now you left me with nothing
Can't take it
How'm I gonna get through?
How'm I gonna get through?
I bought you drinks, I brought you flowers
I read you books and talked for hours
Every day, so many drinks
Such pretty flowers, so tell me
What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this?
What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this?
What have I, what have I, what have I ...
Since you went away I've been hanging around
I've been wondering why I'm feeling down
You went away, it should make me feel better
But I don't know, oh
How I'm gonna get through?
What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this?
How I'm gonna get through?
What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this?
You always wanted me to be something I wasn't
You always wanted too much, oh, oh
Now I can do what I want to - forever
How am I gonna get through?
How am I gonna get through?
At night, the people come and go
They talk too fast, and walk too slow
Chasing time from hour to hour
I pour the drinks and crush the flowers
What have I, what have I done to deserve this?
What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this?
What have I, what have I, what have I ...
Since you went away I've been hanging around
I've been wondering why I'm feeling down
You went away, it should make me feel better
But I don't know, oh
How I'm gonna get through?, baby
What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this?
How I'm gonna get through?, baby
What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this?
How I'm gonna get through?, baby
What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this?
How I'm gonna get through?, tell me
What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this?
How I'm gonna get through?, baby
What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this?
How I'm gonna get through?, ah-ah-ha
What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this?
How I'm gonna get through?
How I'm gonna get through?
What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this?
I'm gonna get through, baby
What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this?
We don't have to fall apart, we don't have to fight
What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this?
We don't need to go to hell and back every night
What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this?
You never ever left me, baby, think of me...
What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this?
Oh, babe
What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this?
We don't have to fall apart, we don't have to fight
What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this?
We don't need to go to hell and back every night
What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this?
Gonna get through, baby, I'm gonna get
What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this?
Forever
What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this?
Gonna get through, baby, yeah,
What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this?
Gonna get through, get through, baby, ooh
What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this?
6 March 2000
Hmmmm, someone hasn't been writting in this much lately. Anyone know why? *Pick me, pick me* Because someones life is so uneventful there is nothing to write about. Anyone know who? *Pick m...........
Friday night I went to a party at the neighbours, and had a blast. Saturday I visited Tina and pumped her 'puter full of pirated software, then had a quite night watching videos. Sunday involved much playing of The Sims. And today was made up of lectures, and a meeting for Student's for a Free Tibet, and of course much playing of The Sims.
Well that's me, again. Later.
Something Special. (Dusty Springfield) The first time we met It was so plain to see I didn't care for you You didn't seem to care for me, oh, no, no, no, no The next time we met I thought "He's kinda nice" That look that you gave me Simply started to melt the ice, oh, oh, yeah And then when you smiled that smile And then when we kissed, said "Wait awhile" I got a feeling, ahh, that you are something special And now we're together and the world just passes us by Yet every little thing you do makes me sigh with joy "That boy is mine" I'm gonna love you for the rest of my life With the kind of lovin' that's untouched By hand and strife Come on now, I'm gonna tell you That when, oh, when I see your face, yeah And, oh, when I'm in your warm embrace I know for sure our love is something special It is, yeah, yeah, yeah Right now When I see your face, oh yeah And, oh, when I'm in your warm embrace I know for sure Our love is something special Come on now Our love is something special Oh yeah Our love is something special Oh right now Our love is something special Ooh yeah Our love is something special
7 March 2000
Well, today was one of excess. A preparation. The storm before the calm.
I've had SO much chocolate, and V, and sugar, and pie, and alcomahol.
Anyway, lets start from the very beginning, a very good place to start.
This morning I rose, did my paper run, had an early shower so I wouldn't take up anyone elses bathroom time (but then Mother's idiot shag besided to be running early and to throw a fit about everything, bloody southlanders), dressed in my orange shirt - brown disco tie - waist coat combination and headed off to uni.
My horoscope yesterday said to treat everyone as a potential friend, and I'd make some that way. So I got paranoid and walked along carefully not talking to any strangers I passed (which is seriously not normal for me, I'm a bit of a random flirter).
I got to my tutorial, and watched a great video. Added bonus, my unusual attire attracted a little attention.
In chemistry I learned more about surfaces, they are SO interesting, NOT. Though yesterday I did learn the dolphins blow donuts, which justifies the whole course.
Medieval Lit: I am SO besotted with someone in that class. It's like "courtly love" which is what today's lecture was on, so it's like so even like relavent.
By Anglo-Saxons : An Inter-disciplinary Approach this afternnon, I had had a little alcohol and a lot of V, coke and chocolate. I was SO WIRED. And my head was working at it's own little speed, a weird cross between super fast, and slow motion.
Then after a little more alcohol and caffine at Rob and Nina's on the way home and my inner balance was truely screwed. But tomorrow is lent, and through sacrifice I shall became a stronger person.
Ergh, I have a nasty feeling I checked out (really obviously) someone who was at the petrol station at the bottom of my hill when I was buying extra chocolate. I am SO PATHETIC.
And my Sims are doing great. Judy Garland is working as a Bush Pilot, getting paid $475 a day, and half way to being an international spy.
Oh, I should tell y'all what I'm giving up for lent, so if you see me about to cheat you can stop me.
WOT I'M DONE GIV'N' UP:
Chocolate
Lollies
Ice Cream
Coke, V and anything else with caffine
Alcohol
Pokemon
IRC
Pies
All Union food except Magic Wok (which is rice, thus vaguely good for me)
Any Other Fool. (written by Dianne Warren) I couldn't see paradise right before my eyes When I had you here by my side I didn't know that no-one else Could ever take your place But, now I know I know that I should have stayed And seeing you tonight I only wonder why I ever said goodbye Any other fool would never walk away Even a fool would still be there Holding you Any other fool would know I never Should have let you go I had it all as any fool could see Any other fool but me, oh, ahh, oh Anyone else never would have let the feeling die Anyone else would have fought to keep it alive If they were in my shoes They'd know the love we had Was love too good to lose Any other fool would never walk away Even a fool would still be there Holding you Oh, any other fool would know I never should have let you go I had it all when you were loving me I had it all as any fool could see Any other fool but me, oh, oh, oh I had it all when you were loving me I had it all as any fool could see Any other fool but me Any other fool would never walk away Even a fool would still be there Holding you Oh, any other fool would know Never should have let you go Had it all as any fool could see Any other fool but me Oh, oh, oh Even a fool would still be there holding you Any other fool would know I never should have let you go I had it all as any fool could see
8 March 2000
I woke this morning with SUCH a headache. Caffine hangover. Not a nice look. And I can't even blame the alcohol, as I don't think I had enough to do much, especially with my body weight.
My two lectures today were easy enough, and almost approaching actually being interesting. And then after talking to a few people and getting a print out of text book costs (I have another $700ish of text books to get) I headed home.
My Sims Melissa and Henrik Roomie are now Chair of the Science Department at the SimCity University, and a GP repectively. So I'm pretty pleased with how they are going really.
I went and looked at a flat today. It wasn't to bad. Big, sunny, people seemed nice. But it's only about 100-150 metres from me mother's house. Drat it all. I really have to go to the accomidation place at uni and get a flatmate list.
Well, out of boredom I have just put the FULL lyrics for all the little song quotes I'd listed for this month in. Gees, I'm a boring dork. I'm off to inflict pain on myself in hopes of growing a personality. Later.
Needle In A Haystack. (William Stevenson / Norman Whitfield) Well, well, I once believed All fellas were nice But girls, listen to me And take my advice A-girls, you'd better get yourselves On the right track 'Cause finding a good man, girls Is like finding a (Needle in a haystack) A-what did I say, girls? (Needle in a haystack) Girls, those fellas are sly, slick and shy, yeah Oh, don't you ever let them catch you looking starry-eyed They'll tell you that their love is true And they'll walk right over you Now girls, you'd better know these things A-right off a-the bat 'Cause finding a good man, girls Is like finding a (Needle in a haystack) What did I say, girls? (Needle in a haystack) Hey, hey, hey, hey Well, now girls, I say, I'm tellin' you the natural facts 'Cause finding a good man, girls Is like finding a (Needle in a haystack) What did I say, girls? (Needle in a haystack) I'm telling you, girls You'd better look before you leap Still water sometimes is a-very deep You'll be in sorrow when you discover That you're just his pasttime lover Girls, you'd better know these things A-right off a-the bat 'Cause finding a good man, girls Is like finding a (Needle in a haystack) What did I say, girls? (Needle in a haystack) I say you'd better take heed And listen to me You'd better play hard to get Or you're gonna regret The day you were born, yeah A-when you leaves you alone I bet, you'd better regret Oh, you'd better regret
9 March 2000
This morning was a mad rush to complete an assignment for Medieval Lit 1. And i had completely missed the fact it was a parody. I am SO THICK.
My lectures today were all very uneventful. And I didn't do much else. I spent a gift voucher that was about to run out on a new pair of pants, and picked up the new lego catalogue. And that was pretty much it.
Hardly worth the effort of mentioning really.
Wherever Would I Be? (Dianne Warren) When my world is turning When it's turning upside down When all I see is rain When I think the night won't end I just think of you And I can see the sun again Wherever would I be without you? If I didn't have you, if I didn't have you Whatever would I do now, baby? Wherever would I be without you? I'd be nowhere, nowhere, I'd be nowhere, nowhere When the dreams I dream all seem a million miles away When I'm sure I'll never win When it's looking like I've lost my faith I just look at you baby, baby And I got a reason to believe again, oh, oh Wherever would I be without you? If I didn't have you, ooh Whatever would I do now, baby? Wherever would I be without you? I'd be nowhere, I'd be nowhere, I'd be nowhere Without you to love me Just be wasting time Going out of my mind Wherever would I be without you? If I didn't have you, if I didn't have you Whatever would I do now baby? Wherever would I be? I'd be nowhere, nowhere, I'd be nowhere, nowhere, oh, oh Wherever would I be? Wherever would I be? If I didn't have you, if I didn't, if I didn't, if I didn't have you, ah, ah I'd be nowhere, I'd be nowhere Without you, oh, oh
12 March 2000
Friday, I think that's where I have to start from. Hmmmm, what happened Friday. I had a couple of classes, both of which were on Romanticism, a subject that makes me feel exceptionally thick. Then I was supposed to be helping on the Students for a Free Tibet stall, but they cancelled without telling me. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. That was followed, after a quick visit to Rachael and Ali (with a surprise appearance by Tina) at Hayward, by afternoon tea with my net stalker. My net stalker is one filthy tory. But other than that, not much more scary than would be expected of a net stalker. Friday night, I went to town, met up with Tashanaaron, and various others, got bored, went to Wormgirl's (or should that be multiple-head-injury-girl), triggered the suspicions of Wormgirl's flatmate, got stopped in the street my a very drunk (and very cute) stranger who wanted to know how my night was, got home around midnight (embarrasingly early) and slept. Now how it that for a ridiculously run-on sentence?
Saturday, something to continue on to. I spent the day tidying my room, and packing stuff in the deluded notion that I shall be flatting soon. Then I headed off to town and met up with the Midget. Then while en route from Fuel to KC's we met up with Wormgirl, who then joined our merry troop. It was then that KC's reject bouncer refused my entry. Claiming my Xena T-shirt breached the dress code. KC's has now been added to my list of places I shall destroy with fire and brimestone (why else would I major in chemistry, except to extract explosive revenge on all who have offended me). So we ventured onward, conscipting an Alexandrea and a Duncan and heading to Arc (via Passion, where the Midget made us all wait while she had green tea). Actually, I saw someone I used to have a really severe crush on while we were wandering, but that's enough on that front. Anyway, as I was saying, vaguely, we headed to Arc. Arc, a place where we partook in dancing and other acts of questionable virtue. It had better music (cheesy house) and no issues with Xena. I feel Arc shall be seeing much more of me. And has little chance of suffering my firey torments.
Today, it's been raining LOTS. So I've hidden away playing The Sims, haven't achieved much on the soap opera front, just a few promotions. Judy is now a Photojournalist, so international spy is getting WAY closer. And her husband Ash is getting money on the side of his law inforcement career, by having a comic book character based on him.
Well that's me. Bye.
What Are You Doing The Rest Of Your Life? (Alan Bergman / Marilyn Bergman / Michel Legrand) What are you doing the rest of your life? North and south and east and west of your life I have only one request of your life That you spend it all with me All the seasons and the times of your days All the nickels and the dimes of your days Let the reasons and rhymes of your days All begin and end with me I want to see your face In every kind of light In fields of dawn And forests of the night And when you stand before the candles on a cake Oh, let me be the one to hear the silent wish you make Those tomorrow's waiting deep in your eyes And the world of love you keep in your eyes I'll awaken what's asleep in your eyes It may take a kiss or two Through all of my life Summer, winter, spring and fall of my life All I ever will recall of my life Is all of my life with you, ooh, ooh
14 March 2000
Yesterday was a typical monday. My morning lectures were mildly interesting (i.e. I managed to stay awake). I forgot about the Hare Krshna feast until after I had already bought more expensive food elsewhere, which was a bit of a bitch. I went to my lab, to find out I had the week off. SO then it was just stuffing around for three hours and then going along to the Student's for a Free Tibet meeting, and being declared chairperson, offically :o(. I SO didn't want any responsibility. After that, and tea, I spent the rest of the night setting up Wormgirl's new computer with software of dubious copyright legality. Overall a fun night.
Today, more of the same. A tutorial at 9, followed by a couple of lectures, all of which actually managed to be enjoyable. Then after lunch with the weird religious fanatic I've been talking to lately (it was the wrap up session, so my theological arguements with him have now come to an end) I went shopping. Shoe shopping. I got myself some truely hideous, and overly costly shoes. I must learn not to impulse spend. And I finally paid off my computer. So I am now REALLY poor. Hello welfare lines.
OH MY GOD! This is getting even duller, what few fools who read this already will be driven away by the ridiculous dullness of my life. I need to score someone, so I have some juicy gossip, and someone to bitch about when it goes bad, as relationships invariably do.
Though, yesterday I did meet up with one of my old friends, who is now going out with my ex. And I had nothing to say to him, I was suddenly just really uncomfortable. Exs should so not be allowed to shag ones friends.
Earthbound Gypsy. (Norma Tanega / White) Trees that grow without ground Young leaves that fall in spring Ground hogs tell me play games My games would reel the world Ring around the pine tree Smile a game around the sunsweep Cry a game across the moonbeam Across the earthbound gypsy Flowers build a green wall Blue flowers bloom in sand People tell me play games My games would reel the world Ring around the seaweed Ring your name around the sunsweep Cry your name across the moonbeam Tell the earthbound gypsy Play your gypsy game in my world Give your magic word to the people Who live in the underground world without sun In the world without moonbeams The village down deep without Purple leaves that seem red Grape vines that smile in fall Zebras tell me play games My games would spill the world Ring around the bean tree Jump a game around the sunsweep, moonbeam Magic earthbound gypsy Jump the fence Play your gypsy game in my world Give your magic word to the people Who live in the underground world without sun In the world without moonbeams The village down deep without Purple leaves that seem red Grape vines that smile in fall Zebras tell me play games My games would spill the world Ring around the bean tree Jump a game around the sunsweep, moonbeam Magic earthbound gypsy Jump the fence Hah!
18 March 2000
Wednesday was uneventful. Had lectures, stuffed round, had my net stalker come over to watch videos. And that was about it.
Thursday, started with a medieval literature tutorial. Paul (my tutor) was picking on me. I was severly drooling over one of my class mates. And even more seriously avoiding the gaze of another (who kept staring at me). Then I had a couple of uneventful lectures, and a chance encounter with someone else who makes my heart flutter.
Simultaneous infatuation. My one gift that I bring to the world. And I am SO good at it.
Friday (yesterday). OH MY GOODNESS, I found out that I have another big assignment on something I have no idea about due in a weeks time. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
I also went to look at a flat yesturday. It seems quite nice and the two guy (of the four that live there) seem quite tolerable. It's a bit of a walk to et there though. And I haven't meet two of the flatmates. So I have till tomorrow to make up my mind.
After that I went to Tina's flatwarming. And there were even a few people there I knew (and a couple I wish I didn't), and it was great to spend some time with Tina while she was being happy.
Today i went to the Pokemon showing at the art gallery then headed off to my father's house warming. Which was less than fun. I knew pretty much no-one there. And was quite happy I didn't know most of them.
Anyway, I'm off. I have Hayley's 21st/Becky-Boo's 19th to attend.
Just One Smile. (Randy Newman) Can't I cry a little bit? There's nobody to notice it Can't I cry if I want to? No-one cares Why can't I pretend That you'll love me again? All I had has been taken from me Now I cry tears that never become me Just one smile means forgiving Just one kiss, the hurt's all gone Just one smile to make my life worth living A little dream to build my world upon How I wish I could say All the things I want to say If some way, you could see what's in my heart Oh, baby I don't ask for much A look, a smile, a touch Try to forget Lord knows, I'm trying It's so hard to forget When your whole world you know is dying Just one smile means forgiving Just one kiss, the hurt's all gone Just one smile to make my life worth living A little dream to build my world upon Just one smile please forgiving Just one kiss, hurt's all gone Just one smile to make my life worth living A little dream to build my world upon Just one smile
21 March 2000
Saturday night was fun. I grossed out Hayley ny having Becky-Boo suck icing off my fingers. And generally having fun. Then me Becky and a few of our (read "her, but I kinda know them,") friends went off dancing. It was great. Becky is SO bad at being a lesbian. Perhaps that turkey-baster won't be so essential when it comes to me and her having our children :oP.
Sunday, catching up and sleep and shopping for a computer desk with Midget.
Monday, lectures, a four hour lab and a fun night introducing new victims to "Elvira: Mistress of the Dark" and "TankGirl".
Today. Alarm goes off at six, and you lie in bed not wanting to get up for almost half an hour, then wander slowly round your paper route. Hmm, I can see why "The Little Shop Of Horrors" didn't start with that kind of day, the song would have sucked big monkeys. Then after reading the paper, and breakfasting, spending an hour searching in vain for a receipt so I could return some pants that fell apart the second time I wore them. Then some classes. A lunch time chat with my ex (who is being quite tolerable at the moment, even if it's because I'm a sucker for pathos), and then off to town to get lunch with Karen. Another lecture, and then home so mother could go off to some test or another she had.
Yay for my life :o\.
Well, now I should go start "The Knight's Tale", as I should have had it finished last week. And I have two essays for other papers (ones i've done even less for) due this coming Monday. Dash it all. And I should have read "Frankenstien" by then too. :o(.
Just A Little Lovin' (Barry Mann / Cynthia Weil) Just a little lovin' Early in the mornin' Beats a cup of coffee For starting off the day Just a little lovin' When the world is yawnin' Makes you feel wake up feeling Good things are coming your way This old world Wouldn't be half as bad It wouldn't be half as sad If each and everybody in it had, yeah Just a little lovin' Early in the mornin' That little extra somethin' To kinda see them through Nothing turns the day on Really gets it dawnin' Like a little bit of lovin' From some lovin' someone like you This old world Wouldn't be half as bad It wouldn't be half as sad If each and everybody in it had Just a little lovin' Early in the mornin' (Just a little lovin') (When the world is yawnin') Just a little bit of lovin' ah Oh, in the morning Nothing turns the day on Really gets it dawnin' Make a little bit of lovin' It's so good, it's so good
23 March 2000
Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away. Well, maybe not. But it was a pretty good day. I had only two classes, and they were both interesting. I bought Lego and bummed around in town with Tashanaaron they came home and got progressively more annoyed at The Sims, which crashed everytime anyone used any of the bathroom equipment. Which is a right pain, it means I shall have to re-install the game and start again. So I'll lose all my people :o(. Then last night I decided to clear out my old ICQ files. Just from my ex alone, I had 10,599 history events. And ICQ deletes it's old files SO SLOW.
Today, my big warm fuzzies I was running on yesterday had run out. My tutorial this morning wasn't too bad. I have crush a case of fair amour for the class rep. OMG, Slap me now, I'm to pathetic for words.
My Romanticism lecture was good, we were told we have an extra week for our assignments, which gives me some time. YAY. It means I only have one impossible essay to do this weekend. And that has to be good.
Then there was lunch, where I was cronically flirting at the Krshna Conscienciousness member who was serving it up. Okay, the view was good, but still, I think it shows I've been single for FAR too long. Then I went to the WORST ever Manga flick at the art gallery, Sword of Truth, it is SO plotless. Just an excuse for gratuitious animated sex and violence. I was quite shocked.
I stayed awake through my whole Anglo-Saxon lecture. YAY.
GRRRRRRRR. Even after I made the spuds, I still got served the smallest portion at tea. I SO hate my family. And people wonder why I wish I had died of birthing complications.
Anyway, later.
Let Me Love You Once Before You Go. (Steve Dorff / Molly Ann Leikin) It's like looking in the window of a fine boutique Knowing there is nothing that I could ever buy Still I want your love so much that I could die But I just can't lead a double life Being one man's lover, one man's wife But you can start a fire raging Just by touching me Even though I know we're not supposed to touch, no Oh, I never wanted anyone so much How I wish that I had found you first Don't you see my heart's about to burst? Let me love you once before you go Your eyes keep saying yes to me So don't keep saying no Let me love you once and you will see No-one's ever gonna love you more than me Let me lock the door Open up all my love to you All the love I've longed to give you since we met It's the only chance I'm ever gonna get And I just can't let it disappear Sweet baby, please come over here Let me love you once before you go Your eyes keep saying yes to me So don't keep saying no Let me love you once and you will see No-one's ever gonna love you more than me Ahh (Let me love you once before you go) Your eyes keep saying yes to me So don't keep saying no, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh (Let me love you once and you will see) No-one's ever gonna love you more than me Ahh, ahh, ahh (Let me love you once before you go) Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (Let me love you once, ahh, ahh) (Ever gonna love)
25 March 2000
Yesterday was life as usual. Two lectures, one of which was out side on the registry lawn. Then I picked up a new CD holder (something I have been meaning to get for AGES, and was just too lazy to do) and a new battery for my TV remote control. Then after stopping in at home to set up videos I went and had a quite evening chatting with Tashanaaron and various taggers-on. On the way home I bumped into a few people from my medieval literature tutorial, which was kinda cool. Arts people are so much friendlier than science ones.
Today I spent most of the day at the art gallery. I baby-sat my brother through "Pokemon: I choose You! Pikachu!", then after giving him back watched "Landlock". Which is thoroughly enjoyable, even if the translation was just plain BAD. My next trick was to deliver Rachael's birthday present, chat to Tina and Ali and return to the art gallery to watch "The Secret Adventures of Tom Thumb" again. And that was pretty much my day.
I Am Your Child. (Barry Manilow / Marty Panzer) And I am your child Wherever you go You take me too Whatever I know I learned from you Whatever I do You taught me to do I am your child And I am your chance Whatever will come Will come from me Tomorrow is won By winning me Whatever I am You taught me to be I am your hope I am your chance And I am your child Whatever I am You taught me to be I am your hope I am your chance And I am your child
28 March 2000
Sunday I spent watching videos and pretending to write an essay.
Monday morn, I rose early to greet the dawn. Strove against the last vicious tendrals of the night (delivering ODTs, grumble, grumble). And it was upon that time that I returned to this device and preformed a minor miracle six-hundred and forty-nine words long, plus title and bibliography. And still made it to my first class on time. Problem: I didn't footnote or reference my essay, which will either drag down my mark, or have me done for plagarism.
The rest of the day was lectures and a write-up lab, where I wrote up practically nothing. Then came home and failed to do any of the readings I'm behind on. A pleasant surprise came mid-evening. My aunt Margaret (Sheena) arrived, en route to Palmerston North, hitch hiking. So I had a nice night chatting and catching up on stuff.
Today. Well, same old, same old. I forgot my glasses and had to squint my way through my classes. Anyway, I have Wormgirl here, so should probably pretend to be entertaining.
Morning Please Don't Come. (Tom Springfield) Duet with Tom Springfield Morning please don't come Surely you see that my lover is sleeping Morning please don't come Let the night linger on When the stars have left the sky We must say fond goodbye Make the night a little longer Morning please don't come Starshine glow a little stronger Morning please don't come Day don't break for you will take My love away from me Try to hold back the sun I beg you morning please don't come Sing sweet nightingale Sing me a song of a night never-ending Sing sweet nightingale And I'll try to pretend That tomorrow's nowhere near And there's nothing to fear Make the night a little longer Morning please don't come Starshine glow a little stronger Morning please don't come Day don't break for you will take My love away from me Try to hold back the sun I beg you morning please don't come Try to hold back the sun I beg you morning please don't come Try to hold back the sun I beg you morning please don't come
31st March 2000
Tuesday night Wormgirl was here late. We spent ages talking about nothing, and finding out just how many of my CDs I can sing along to. It was fun, if pointless.
Wednesday. Quite a quiet day. I had only one class as Chemistry was having a day off. I spent most of the day either playing The Sims, which I've had to restart so was setting up all new families, or Railroad Tycoon II. Then in the evening I stood up the Midget (who I was supposed to be meeting at KCs), and hung out at Aaron and Vaughn's place. Which was fun, and i managed to borrow Macy Gray's album because of it. Which is all good.
Yesterday. A long hard day at Uni. I forgot my glasses, again. So I wasn't having the greatest day. Though while feeling depressed I paid of half of what was owing on my Lego lay-buy and then went on a mission to find a cheap CD with Nina Simone singing "I put a spell on you". But for all the cheap Nina Simone, her singing that song always seemed to keep the CD at full price. So I ended up buying "She Bop : 32 Gutsy Grrrl Songs of the 80's and 90's". Yay for retail therapy. Well then, after Anglo-Saxons, I came home to babysit and do spuds.
I AM IN LOVE WITH EVIL WILLOW. I watched Buffy and, well, what more can I say.
Then I went out on the town with Rachel and Midget. Met Rachel's latest, and a whole lot of her freaky friends. Which was character building. And that was about it. Anyway, I have classes to go to. Later.Ergh, just had my classes. Any now I have a weekend of study to do. Joy for me.
Oh, I forgot to tell y'all about my excitement this morning. I got stoppped by a police car while on my paper run. And I got questioned as to whether I had seen anyone buglarising the Bowls Club. But it was early and I was incoherent, and didn't know anything anyway. But he was real suspicious like, and didn't seem to believe me, and took my name and address. So now the police know where I live. I'll have to stop all that illegal type stuff I do.
Wait a sec, I don't do anything illegal, or even that immoral. So I'm fine, if exceptionally boring.