University is back on, I'm doing too many points and I'm already sick.
You walked into my house last night I couldn't help but notice A light that was long gone still burning strong You were sitting Your fingers like fuses Your eyes were cinnamon You said you stand for every known abuse That was ever threatened to anyone but you And why should I know better by now When I'm old enough not to? While every line speaks the language of love It never held the meaning I was thinking of And I can't decide over right or wrong I guess sometimes you need the place where you belong Some may sing the wrong words to the wrong melody It's little things like this that matter to me Others feel that you should stand For every known abuse to hand And all the things that they could never see You said you stood For every known abuse that was promised to anyone like you Don't you wish you knew better by now When you're old enough not to? When every line speaks the language of love And never held the meaning I was thinking of And I can't decide over right or wrong You left the feeling that I just do not belong One drink too many And a joke gone too far I see a face driving a stolen car Gets harder to hide When you're hitching a ride Harder to hide what you really saw Oh, yeah, you stand For every known abuse that I've ever seen my way through Don't I wish I knew better by now? Well I think I'm starting to When every line speaks the language of love And never held the meaning I was thinking of And I've lost the line between right or wrong I just want to find the place where I belong Why should you know better by now When you're old enough not to? I wish I knew better by now When I'm old enough not to
4th March 2001
Okay, I haven't written in, what, five days. So, Wednesday, I had classes, and was invited to have ice cream by a friend making a point of testing me. Actually, that was probably about it. I think.
Thursday, classes. The ENGL368 being fun enough to make up for how crap the Tuesday lecture had been. But the paper is still going to bite. After it a Krshna Conciousness lunch was all good, I needed the yummy healthy food hit. My Old English class in the arvo wasn't too bath either.
Friday, classes started too early, and I was feeling strangely run down for no appearant reason. I had a very fun lunch with Tina though, followed by an unnoteworthy meeting with my Renaissaunce (okay I can't spell) verse lecturer.
Friday night I had a quite one with the ball'n'chain, playing a hotseat game of Civilization Call to Power.
Saturday I did bugger all. Then in the evening went to a quite OUSA games evening thing, where I was feeling sick and grumpy. But Becky and Kezia did their best to keep my spirits up. Then they dragged me to The Poolhouse Cafe for another hour before I curled up, feeling all sick like, into bed.
Today, I had to do my brother's paper run, which was NOT a good thing, as my asthma has lept out and bitten me, and I feel half dead and bearly able to breathe. But it happened eventually, then after a bit of a rest spent playing Wizards & Warriors, I headed to Midget's. She was having computer issues and needed some help getting her system formatted and set up again. Then she dropped me home so I could spend the rest of the arvo lying in the lounge staring at the ceiling while my concentration went into breathing.
Anyway, I'm stuffed, from having done nothing all day. So I must go sleep.
Today's song quote - 'Stolen Car' by Beth Orton.
Nobody can tell ya There's only one song worth singing They may try and sell ya Cause it hangs them up to see someone like you But you've gotta make your own kind of music Sing your own special song Make your own kind of music Even if nobody else sings along You're gonna be nowhere The loneliest kind of lonely It may be rough going Just to do your thing's the hardest thing to do But you've gotta make your own kind of music Sing your own special song Make your own kind of music Even if nobody else sings along So if you cannot take my hand And if you must be going I will understand You've gotta make your own kind of music Sing your own special song Make your own kind of music Even if nobody else sings along You've gotta make your own kind of music Sing your own special song Make your own kind of music
10th March 2001
Okay.....
Monday, I had classes, and felt like death warmed up.
Tuesday i went to the doctors and got given some nasty news as to the health of my lungs, and a whole pile of prescriptions. I'm pretty sick. My peak flow rate was down to under 500.
Wednesday, still sick, and doing nothing more than classes. My peak flow rate upto 650, which is better, but I still feel all sick and wheezy.
Thursday, much the same as Wednesday.
Friday, also pretty much the same, peak flow still at a tad under 650, and still feeling like death. In the evening I went to Chocolat, which is a very enjoyable flick - though I still think Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon deserves best picture.
Today I'm relaxing, and coughing, and continuing to feel sick.
Today's song quote - 'Make Your Own Kind Of Music' by Cass Elliot.
excuse me but can I be you for a while my DOG won't bite if you sit real still I got the anti-Christ in the kitchen yellin' at me again yeah I can hear that been saved again by the garbage truck I got something to say you know but NOTHING comes yes I know what you think of me you never shut-up yeah I can hear that but what if I'm a mermaid in these jeans of his with her name still on it hey but I don't care cause sometimes I said sometimes I hear my voice and it's been HERE silent all these years so you found a girl who thinks really deep thoughts what's so amazing about really deep thoughts boy you best pray that I bleed real soon how's that thought for you my scream got lost in a paper cup you think there's a heaven where some screams have gone I got 25 bucks and a cracker do you think it's enough to get us there years go by will I still be waiting for somebody else to understand years go by if I'm stripped of my beauty and the orange clouds raining in my head years go by will I choke on my tears till finally there is nothing left one more casualty you know we're too EASY easy easy well I love the way we com- municate your eyes focus on my funny lip shape let's hear what you think of me now but baby don't look up the sky is falling your MOTHER shows up in a nasty dress it's your turn now to stand where I stand everybody looking at you here take hold of my hand yeah I can hear them
12th March 2001
Yesterday was reasonably quiet. Split between homework and watching videos. both nice and restful on my still sore lungs. Jeremy Iron's performance in Dead Ringers is amazing, for an '80s movie is is pretty darn good. Best Men was also pretty good, for a star cast movie I'd never heard of. With Drew Barrymore playing an imbred small town chick wearing rainbow wolly socks to her wedding, and Dean Cain playing a gay Green Beret.
Today, classes, a trip to the library, paying my first ever library fine, and then having Becky buy me Krshna lunch to make up for have earned me the fine. Then I got home just in time to save my washing form the rain - and I mean JUST in time, I was at the end of my street and had to run. Not good for my constantly achey lungs.
Not much else to say right now. Though I'm in a little trouble with the ball-n-chain, and I'm not entirely sure why. Probably it's all down to my naturally caustic manner.
Anyway, I have a couple of lungs to hack up.
Today's song quote - 'Silent all these years' by Tori Amos.
Isn't it strange...? Feels like I'm lookin' in the mirror What would people say...if only they knew that I was Part of some geneticist's plan Born to be a carbon copy man There in a petri dish late one night They took a donor's body cell and fertilized a human egg and so I say... I think I'm a clone now There's always two of me just a-hangin' around I think I'm a clone now 'Cause every chromosome is a hand-me-down Look at the way...we go out walking close together I guess you could say...I'm really beside myself I still remember how it began They produced a carbon copy man Born in a science lab late one night Without a mother or a father Just a test tube and a womb with a view... I think I'm a clone now There's always two of me just a-hangin' around I think I'm a clone now 'Cause every chromosome is a hand-me-down I think I'm a clone now And I can stay at home while I'm out of town I think I'm a clone now 'Cause every pair of genes is a hand-me-down
13th March 2001
Well, last night in bed I finished Dragondrums, and once I've finished Dragonsdawn I'm swearing off Anne McCaffrey for a while, atleast.
This morning my peak flow rate was finally over 650 L/min, but still not at the level I would have liked. My classes were all pretty passable and unnoteworthy. At lunch I went into town to return the library book, escorted by Hans, who I'd bumped into along the way and heard how he had done rather well in an audition he hadn't really meant to attend.
This evening I got a HUGE head swell. Some Patrise, from who knows where, had emailed me asking for extra information on a fantasy world I had created for my Palladium related webpage. it's the first time that site has inspired anything more than spam.
Well, I was right about being in trouble, I guess it's my own fault for going out with someone who completely doesn't get my sense of humour. Oh well, it'll either blow over, or up.
Today's song quote - 'I thik I'm a Clone Now' by Weird Al.
Blue eyes, blond hair Tight body, long legs She's very smart She can dance well Bang bang bang, Twist Barbie Oh! Sexy girl! Blue eyes, blond hair Tight body, long legs She's glamorous She's welcomed by boys Bang bang bang, Twist Barbie Oh! Sexy girl! I wanna be Twist Barbie Naritaina, naritaina, naritaina!
20th March 2001
Okay, I suck. I don't even know why I bother, except if I didn't write this Aaron would get bored.
Well, last week was homework, classes and my peak flow finaly getting over 700 L/min.
On Saturday I went to a few fun videos being shown at the Art Gallery, and generally had a fun time. Between the flicks I went shopping and bought Lego for Bex's birthday and Nina's flatwarming. Then off to those, which were in the same place at the same time, and it was all fun. Even if I was getting VERY annoyed at a certain somebody I've been going out with for FAR TOO LONG.
Sunday I played around trying to fix a couple of peoples computers, one which I could only partially fix, and the other has already been done under again (darn midget).
Yesterday was pretty much normal classes, and that was about it.
Today I only made it to half a class, then had to leave, receiving serious evil looks from Shef and the rest of the class. And then it was out to Hope and Sons (that almost came out as Sins, which would be a vaguely humorous typo name for a mortician), for Betty Margaret Sawyer's funeral. The service was pretty nice, but the woman running the service just wasn't that good. Becky, whose granmother is was who'd died, looked amazing. Damn good looking people...... especially tall ones who wear high-heeled boots and go all glamorous.
And that's me, out of stuff to say.
Today's song quote - 'Twist Barbie' by Shonen Knife.
Six o'clock already I was just in the middle of a dream I was kissin' Valentino By a crystal blue Italian stream But I can't be late 'Cause then I guess I just won't get paid These are the days When you wish your bed was already made It's just another manic Monday I wish it was Sunday 'Cause that's my funday My I don't have to runday It's just another manic Monday Have to catch an early train Got to be to work by nine And if I had an air-o-plane I still couldn't make it on time 'Cause it takes me so long Just to figure out what I'm gonna wear Blame it on the train But the boss is already there
25th March 2001
To think I used to write in this thing everyday, sometimes two or three times a day. Now I've grown to think of it as a chore which only happens when I can't think of an excuse not to do it. Though this probably comes down to the fact my life it depressing and I'd rather not think about it.
In the last week, I've had bonus chem labs (always fun, it's not like I use my lunch time for anything anyway, or like I need to eat lunch), finished Dragonsdawn and with it my run of Anne McCaffery books (though it actually was a pretty tolerable read), hads loads of classes, a couple of meeting and watched LOTS of movies/videos/DVDs.
Windhorse, which I saw on Wednesday night, is an amzingly powerful movie, if horrific, sad and depressing. Two Girls and a Guy which I watched on Thursday was quite forgettable. Thunderheart, which I watched yesterday (Saturday) morning, until I realised I'd seen it before. Yesterday (Saturday) arvo I went to the regent and saw Princess Mononoke, which is an amazing movie, if a little to eco-friendly-moral-dropping. American History X which I watched at Becky's last night, is a great movie, though also very depressing, and her bedroom got way too dusty at the end there. I also had my ex thumping me all night, everytime I made any kind of joke at/of the ball-n-chain. This morning I watched Galaxy Quest, which is very funny and a darn good watch.
That's pretty much all I have to say. I think. I have some weird head stuff I could write down, but I've been getting in trouble for that occasionally, as I did today for one such rambling I made over a year ago. Well, atleast it means this waste of internet space gets read. Oh, anyone really bored should look at this.
Today's song quote - 'Manic Monday' by The Bangles.
