Will the world end on Friday the fifth? I guess we've got a few days to wait before we know for sure.
Atlantis will rise Sunset Boulevard will fall Where the beach used to be There'll be nothing at all
2nd May 2000
Probably not a good sign. But I'm SO holding out for the world to end on Friday. It's not that my life is that bad, it's just that I'm beginning to realise that ALL life is that bad. Everyone around seems depressed, every other person is contemplating suicide, humanity has totally screwed itself and the world. Perhaps it wouldn't be that bad.
But better would be a rebirth, a new age. though if it happened we may never even notice the moment of change.
And with that my little trip in to the paranormal ends.
Ummm, I think I last wrote on Sunday, meaning I just have yesterday and today to draw upon.
Hmmmmmm, a moment of writers block.
Yesterday, I had a classes again. Holidays over and all. Can't think of much to say really. I had a really hyper and freakishly-annoying Wormgirl visit me last night. And that was about the totality of my days excitement.
Today wasn't muchg better. Had lunch with Midget and Oli. Had classes. Got tackled by Tina. And have been getting VERY frustrated at Might and Magic VIII.
Damn, my life is so pointless.
San Andreas Fault moved it's fingers through the ground earth divided plates collided such an awful sound San Andreas Fault moved its fingers through the ground terra cotta shattered and walls came tumbling down o promised land o wicked ground build a dream tear it down o promised land what a wicked ground build a dream watch it fall down
4th May 2000
The world had SO better end tomorrow, or I'll have one very big essay to write next week.
Though the new spiritual age thing has it's advantages too. And I might even be able to twist that into an extension.
Anyway, yesterday I had classes, both of which were quite interesting. Then I had lunch with Aaron, since he's graduating and out of here far too soon. Though I accidentally ended up with a set of St David Street Cafe cutlery. The rest of yesterday was taken up by Might and Magic VIII.
Today, hmmm, four ENGL classes, a nice long Krshna conciousness lunch and a chat with my lesbian (whose radio show I completely forgot to listen too, doh). And that was about it.
I spent ages drooling over someone in Romanticism - not unusual - and noticed how much lower my standards are being, compared to what they usually are - when I noticed a single person vaguely worth checking out in my Anglo-Saxons class, which I normally consider talentless.
Anyway, I should go hope really hard. As much as it's unlikely, I'm planning for the world ending here.
My baby don't care for shows My baby don't care for clothes My baby just cares for me My baby don't care for cars or races My baby don't care for.........
7th May 2000
The world didn't end, and I'm SO unimpressed.
Anyway. Friday was pretty usual. I had my two hours of romanticism. Talked about what a slag Lord Byron was. Then came home from my classes and stuffed around getting a surprisingly long way in Might and Magic VIII, to the point I now can get NO further. Then in the evening I went into town to discover I have no friends. Eventually I did meet up with Phebe (the O-deficient) and her boyfriend. It was nice as I haven't talked to her in ages.
Saturday, I wasted lots of time doing pretty much nothing. Went to my father's for lunch, and talked to my lesbian's girlfriend, as my lesbian was there to do an interview with my father's partner about their radio show. I'm finally getting on with her girlfriend, and it was really about time I did, so all is good.
Saturday night was a non-event. I joined napster, and that was about it. It also involved much sleeping.
Today I worked all day. Manual labour for the Otago Branch of New Zealand Federation of University Women. Though it was nothing dodgy, so STOP thinking those thoughts, dirty little reader person. I was brushing down graduation gowns, and sorting and hanging them. Not too bad, though quite hard on the back as I was standing ALL day. Some great talent returning gowns though. *drool*
Anyway, I'm outta stuff to say. Later.
Yesterday All my troubles seemed to far away [like my essay] Now it looks as though they are here to stay [until its due on wednesday, to be followed by two horrid assignments both due on monday] Oh I believe in yesterday
8th May 2000
Just a quick hi/bye before I start into my 25% essay due in two short days. My horoscope said "An unexpected situation makes you question the ideals of a certain friend. Maybe you don't have as much in common as you thought?". And then it happened. Which pretty much weirded me out. Horoscopes are SO supposed to be wrong.
Thats about all I have to say, I'm so beginning to think I should start that essay.
When I was young I never needed anyone Making love was just for fun Those days are gone
9th May 2000
My essay is SO not going well. Though I have no real reason to justify an extension so I'll just have to miss Star Trek tonight.
And IHUG isn't letting me upload this thing. So no-one can read it.
Ummm, nothing else to say much, I should go essay.
I believe in miracles Where ya from you sexy thing
10th May 2000
I got my essay done, with over two hours to spare. Admittedly, it bites big monkeys but it's done. And that is all that matters.
After handing it in I met up with Susan, one of my good friends who I talk to so rarely I quite suspect every time I talk to her it probably gets mentioned in here. It was pretty cool as she is always a good chat.
My mother is getting on my nerves again, she was trying to guilt trip me about how I never help with the laundry. Which is totally screwed, I do ALL my own laundry, including put it out on the line and bringing it in, and I hang out most of everyone elses. She is such a self-righteous cow. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. I so need to skip the country, move somewhere my mother doesn't know about and never write back.
In other news, I shan't be flatting with Rachel as she has found a one bedroom place for herself. Which means I'm back to half heartedly flat hunting again. Though if I don't find somewhere soon, I'll have a free room in CHCH, after I get imprisoned for brutally, though deservedly, murdering my mother.
Anyway, I should go. I have to doll up as I'm going to Chez Sleaze tonight.
Once upon a looking for Donna Was a sixteen year old virgin
11th May 2000
Rachel ended up dragging me to The Outback Inn. Where, being that there was nothing else to do there, I drank many shots of a chocolate milk like shaker. Susan was there though, which was very cool. Two doses of Susan in one day. YAY. Only real bad thing was that I hit on someone I shouldn't have when I stopped in at KCs on the way home.
Today I had classes, and that was about it. Wow my life is SO INTERESTING. Though atleast I'm going out again tonight, but with funner people.
I ain't never gonna dance again Guilty feet have got no rhythm
13th May 2000
My horoscope for today says "If everyone around you seems insane, maybe you're the crazy one! Trust me -- take it as a compliment. Head to the grocery store in your favorite platforms and a hot pink wig, and assure those boring old sane folks that you're quite out of your mind.".
Thursday night was GREAT. Me and Tash had a blast. Admittedly Rob sulked off home early which wasn't the perfect outcome for the night. Not too big a loss though; me and Tash still had lots of fun.
Yesterday I wore a shirt and tie to my classes, much to the amusement / disadmiration of my classmates. Then I was good and went shopping for mother's day before coming home with the intention of doing some work on my essay. But three guesses what didn't happen.
Then last night I hit the town (and made it cry :oP). Meet up with some friends, ate deep fried moro, listened to a couple of seriously BAD bands in the Octogon and then walked home with Josh; who seems to have forgiven me for whatever it was I'd done - though I'm still not exactly sure what it was - he is now atleast talking to me anyway. And that was yesterday.
Today I didn't get out of bed until about lunch time. And planned to get right to work on my essay, but then nice Peter visited and we sat and watched "Cousin Bette", a beautifully dark costume piece set in 1840's Paris.
So at about 2pm today I finally found my question sheet. And by 4 this afternnon i'd even decided on which I'd do. So now I just have to read Beowulf tonight, so I can write 1000-1500 words on it tomorrow. It shouls all work out, I just have to squeeze my Chem report in somewhere.
Bad point, I'm prolly not going to get to meet Nina and Becky's mother. Which is a bit of a shame, but I don't really see myself managing to fit it in now :o(.
Anyway, I should really go and start reading Beowulf.
I'm of the opinion the pig must pay We can't let it live for another day I fear that the rules apply It's clear that the pig must die
16th May 2000
Saturday night and all of Sunday were a long and arduous voyage into Beowulf. Essay over Monday was all about my Chem lab assignment. Joy upon joys. Then last night I won Might and Magic VIII so my plans for the week are royally vanquished.
Today. I had classes. Resumed my "fair amour" relationship with my Medieval Lit Class Rep. Spent a few hours stuffing round with Wormgirl. Generally achieved very little.
Damn I need a life, and a significant other.
DebbieRadio operator to the tower Debbie's comin' in for a landing Oh put your head between your knees Caused by the vibrations of love They're about to shake me to pieces (chorus) Shell-shocked supersonic blonde Hyperphonic female Dark sunglasses on Everyone is here to see Her all-girl rock band Vortex pulls me in The vortex spits me out Jet-eyed glitter child strappin' on a gold guitar We witness the ultrasonic imploding exitation Bodies exhausted in total elation chorus 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 chorus Every day-every day Just a little bit wilder Every day-every day Just a little bit tighter Every day-every day Just a little bit wilder Every day-every day Just a little bit tighter
19th May 2000
Wednesday, I had classes and read most of Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of NIMH and that was about it.
Yesterday I finished the book and between classes returned it too the library. Oh what a fun life I lead. A couple of my lesbian's friends asked me how she was, so now i'm paranoid, and try as I might, could not get hold of her. Then Midget whined until I agreed to go out with her and Rachel, then after having walked the whole way into town after 10 minutes she decides she doesn't like the vibe and wants to go home. Three guesses who isn't a great Midgetphile right now.
Islington Street bit me this morning. I was crossing it and stood on a loose reflective catseye thingee, so now I can't put weight on my ankle. Joy for me. I so love pain so intense I feel like I'm going to throw up everytime I put any weight on my leg. Atleast after a couple of hours I could kinda walk. So then I got to look like a right dork limping around uni, joy of joys. Well, since I'm in such a happy-go-lucky mood, I should probably go kill some random strangers or something equally constructive.
We're gonna rock around the clock tonight....
20th May 2000
Oh, forgot to mention it yesterday afternoon, but while I was limping home from uni and getting all annoyed about how I'd found out a whole heap of my friends had gone to the Battle of the Bands and not bothered to tell me, a really cute stranger slowed down, smiled at me and said "Gidday". So for a few minutes I was on planet nine, until something in my subconcius kicked in and reminded me it was "Gidday", not "Hi", "Hello" or even "Hey". It was "Gidday", which drags any beautiful stranger, no matter how lustworty, right down.
Last night I bussed into town. A truely horrible thing it was too, all those gross bus germs. But my ankle was really sore and I could hardly walk.
The reason for tormenting my poor ankle, the Regent Twenty-Four Hour Book Sale. I was there for a good couple of hours, in constant pain. Someone early on banged my foot against something and then it REALLY started hurting. Everytime I put any weight on it my whole body felt sick and exhausted, but eventually I had to as my good leg was going nimb from doing all the work. And to top it off, it was giving me a rather fuzzy headache, which was making thicking, balancing and using coherant sentences all pretty much non-events.
Enter (Stage Left) Elizabeth and entourage.
I meet up with Elizabeth, a friend I met through being an English student and whom I should really be writing something pointlessly nasty about as I gave her my web address yesterday and there is a chance she could read it and get offended but she has been giving chocolate to me and generally being so nice I can't think of anything even remotely unkind to say - darn being easily conditioned - so I'll just call her LizardBreath to be inanely childish, and two of her friends, one of which gave me a mega-gum (which I still have in my bag) during lent and the other of which I think I meet during the minute and a half I was friends with a guy, Jeremy, who was in their hostel last year before he decided I wasn't cool enough to bother acknowledging. WOW, for someone who got good marks in ENGL124, I should really know better than to try and make one sentense out of all of that; though it's not like anyone is going to read it that carefully anyway. Anyway, I talked to them for a while, though almost certainly made a right dork of myself as my brain was having some time to itself, before they left and I spent the rest of my time in town trying in vain to find something to buy, and bugging Tashanaaron and Stew. Before Stew convinced me to bus home (by this point even standing was a challange).
Marvel at the rejuvenating power of sleep
I got up this morning, and my foot feels great, it's not perfect, it's still a little swollen and painful and has limited movement, but it's quite usable. YAY. Then I went into the sale this morning and bought some vinyl. Which I am now going to go listen to. Bye.
If you see me walking down the street And I start to cry Each time we meet Walk on by
22th May 2000
SO TYPICAL. Just after I finish bad mouthing Jeremy on here for snubbing me, he comes over and talks to me for about half an hour quite by choice.
Anyway, Saturday afternoon was nice and quiet. My new second hand vinyl turned out to be just as dodgy as I had hoped and I managed to not even think about uni work. Then in the evening I headed townward with dreams of dancing. I got to Fusion a bit early, and to fill in time bought a slice of Feul chocolate cake. Over an hour later, things had got going and I was sitting steering at this huge piece of cake. Eventually I gave in and got a doggie-bag. And headed for the dance floor. Though NOONE I knew I was there, it was then that Jeremy entered and rescued me from having to talk to strangers.
Then once other people I knew arrived I hit the dance floor and kept going till the place shut. Mostly I danced with Debbie, who is plain GREAT.
Sunday was mostly quiet. With the coming of the evening that was all to change. Our hero, Matthew, sits quietly in his house listening to music and avoiding homework. Suddenly the phone rings. A reminder of plans. With frantic fury our hero changes and is out the door in but a heart beat. Quick in the brisk night he advances into the dark, flowing - a child of the wind. Alighting amidst fire and music.... And who said I couldn't write trash??
Anyway, I went to the German Play, with Stew. The play was great, I even managed to keep up with lots of it, though REALLY wished I spoke a little german, as most of the jokes went straight over my head. Jen, one of my best friends from high school was in it, and the reason I went. She was So good, and looked a right fox in her bavarian barmaid costume too. I should really email her tonight and congratulate her. Stew, the friend I went with is SUCH a pain in the arse. A play with him was almost as pain as going to "Holy Smoke" with my ex. Some people just don't mix with theatre/arts/anything-with-cultural-value. He just kept complaining through the whole thing.
After the play I visited a friend at his flat, which was nice-ish, if kinda clostraphobic and in desperate need of a spring clean. And then very late I got home. Spot the lil sleep deprived boy.
Today was one of lectures and stuff. I still haven't got around to reading the questions for my big essay due this thursday. I'm such a lazy arse. Anyway, I'm off now. I think I have written enough already.
Yes Sir, I can boogie If you play a certain song
27th May 2000
Wow, I haven't written in yonks. Yet I have little to write.
Until Thursday the week consisted of avoiding my Old English essay and then doing it at the last minute. Thursday night was Tina birthday stuff, I still lack official ID so can't do ANYTHING fun at all. But I got to have fun present shopping and seeing her reactions upon present opening so it was all good.
Yesterday I missed my first class for the year, though it wasn't one for a paper I take, it was for another entirely but I kinda wanted to go but ended up running terminally late. And that kinda set the tone for the day. Achieving pretty much nothing and being late for everything. And when I went into town to meet my friends, NONE of them were there, so I spent the night alone in town feeling like the reject I am. Joyful, Joyful.
Today I did nothing but play "Pharaoh", which is another of those AOE type games, though has some very Settlers, SimCity and such like elements as well.
I need a life. Anyone got a spare?
There's a boy in my mind...
31st May 2000
Look, another big gap between entries.
Well, not too much has been happening in my life of late.
On Sunday I read the third Harry Potter book, and I heartily recommend it, though I don't think it is quite as good as the first one. Had tea with my grandparents and avoided my Chem report quite spectacularily.
After a slow start the day happened, Two lectures and then a bit of the arvo spent doing my chem report in the science library - a place I very rarely go, though should more often as there is a fair bit of eye-candy in there. After that I visited Kane, a friend from first year who keeps complaining about my not visiting, and met a few ppl from the IRC channel I tend to hang out in. Which was kinda fun-ish. It let me put faces with a couple of names.
Tuesday started poorly, with a Chemistry tutorial which just left me feeling like a mental retard. I felt so stupid. After that the day wasn't too bad though. But as per my life, quite unremarkable.
And I can't think of anything to say about today, so Bye.
I've spent most of today becoming progressively more and more worried about the dream I had last night. It was so real, if completely implausible. It was like being in the other leg of the trousers of time. I was in this whole other life, I was a pharmacy student living with someone (who actually did kinda ask me out in sixth form, though not seriously, I think) in a very serious relationship based on the fact we were together, though we had nothing in common. I had a completely different circle of friends, some of them people from school who I was never really friends with, and some my subconcious made-up for itself. And it all seemed SO real. I was hating pharmacy, didn't really like most of my friends, as they were really my partner's friends and Iwas just a bit of an outsider, and I had no real plan for the future. But I was happy, in a weird sort of a way, and looked good from having used working out at the gym as a relationship building exercise for a long time.
The question is, why did I have such a coherent dream? What is my subconcious trying to say? That my life could be worse, or better, or that I shouldn't dismiss the notion I may someday find a relationship that actually works for me?
I guess it is only worrying me because it was SO real. To the point I woke not knowing where I was, expecting not my bedroom but the one I had been sharing in my dream. But then again, it was ONLY a dream.
Only other thing I have to say about today. The OUSA elections are rigged. The guys running it decided for me that I'd take a Humanities form, and gave me one even after I asked for a Science one. I am less than amused. The choice was supposed to be mine, as a double degree student and I feel quite ripped off. Obviously they could tell I was going to vote no confidence in the Science candidates so didn't let me. *grumbles*
Anyway, I shall go again now.
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