Second Semester is underway and the internal assessment is a rollin' in.
You went to school to learn girl Things you never knew before Like "I" before "E" except after "C" And why 2 plus 2 makes 4 Now, now, now I'm gonna teach you, teach you, teach you All about love girl, all about love sit yourself down, take a seat All you gotta do is repeat after me A B C , It's easy as 1 2 3 , as simple as Do re mi, A B C, 1 2 3 Baby you and me girl Come on and love me just a little bit I'm gonna teach you how to sing it out Come on, come on, come on Let me tell you what it's all about Reading, writing, arithmatic Are the branches of the learning tree But without the roots of love everyday girl Your education ain't complete Teacher's gonna show you (she's gonna show you) How to get an "A" (na,na,na,na,na,na) How to spell "me", "you", add the two Listen to me baby thats all you got to do Oh, A B C , It's easy as 1 2 3 , as simple as Do re mi, A B C, 1 2 3 Baby you and me girl A B C it's easy, it's like counting up to 3 Singing simple melodies That's how easy love can be Singing simple melodies 1 2 3 baby you and me Sit down girl, I think I love ya No, get up girl, show me what you can do Shake it, shake it baby, come on now Shake it, shake it baby, oooh, oooh Shake it, shake it baby, yeah 1 2 3 baby, oooh oooh A B C baby, ah, ah Do re mi baby, wow Thats how easy love can be A B C it's easy, it's like counting up to 3 Singing simple melodies That's how easy love can be Teacher's gonna teach you how to sing it out, sing it out, sing it out baby
1st August 2001
Last night, after ringing Oli only to get the chance to hang up on his answer phone, I headed off to Nina's. From Nina's, me, her, Paddy and Tina headed off to the Regent to see The Princess and the Warrior at the film festival. Franka Potente plays an extremely not-Lola woman who obsesses after a man who saves her life. Everyone should go. I think it's better than Lola, but everyone else seems to disagree with me. SO maybe it only appeals to those who are more than a little mad.
At my lab this morning I got to play with a Tuatara. I want one!!! With any luck they will eventually become availible as pets, because they are just the coolest things around. I also had the weird experience of someone - a first year - flirting at me. I'm supposed to flirt at people, people aren't supposed to flirt back. And it was a kinda cute-ish sorta first year. but first years are just TOO young. Or more to the point, I'm just too old to go out with an 18 year old. After the lab I had a chat for about an hour with my lab partner, who is a Trekkie. Then went to Tina's classics lecture, go flood myths.
My afternoon lecture was fun, though I kept falling asleep, which is bad when there are only ten people in the class.
Anyway, thats pretty much my day. I should go for my evening constitutional.
Today's song quote: "ABC" by Jackson Five.
OH, WHY YOU LOOK SO SAD? TEARS ARE IN YOUR EYES COME ON AND COME TO ME NOW DON'T BE ASHAMED TO CRY LET ME SEE YOU THROUGH 'CAUSE I'VE SEEN THE DARK SIDE TOO WHEN THE NIGHT FALLS ON YOU YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO NOTHING YOU CONFESS COULD MAKE ME LOVE YOU LESS I'LL STAND BY YOU I'LL STAND BY YOU WON'T LET NOBODY HURT YOU I'LL STAND BY YOU SO IF YOU'RE MAD, GET MAD DON'T HOLD IT ALL INSIDE COME ON AND TALK TO ME NOW HEY, WHAT YOU GOT TO HIDE? I GET ANGRY TOO WELL I'M A LOT LIKE YOU WHEN YOU'RE STANDING AT THE CROSSROADS AND DON'T KNOW WHICH PATH TO CHOOSE LET ME COME ALONG 'CAUSE EVEN IF YOU'RE WRONG I'LL STAND BY YOU I'LL STAND BY YOU WON'T LET NOBODY HURT YOU I'LL STAND BY YOU TAKE ME IN, INTO YOUR DARKEST HOUR AND I'LL NEVER DESERT YOU I'LL STAND BY YOU AND WHEN... WHEN THE NIGHT FALLS ON YOU, BABY YOU'RE FEELING ALL ALONE YOU WON'T BE ON YOUR OWN I'LL STAND BY YOU I'LL STAND BY YOU WON'T LET NOBODY HURT YOU I'LL STAND BY YOU TAKE ME IN, INTO YOUR DARKEST HOUR AND I'LL NEVER DESERT YOU I'LL STAND BY YOU I'LL STAND BY YOU WON'T LET NOBODY HURT YOU I'LL STAND BY YOU WON'T LET NOBODY HURT YOU I'LL STAND BY YOU
5th August 2001
Okay, Thursday. I had my hell day at varsity. Lots and lots of classes all in a lump, and then a whole lot of homework to do for the last class in the one break I had. (Note my online timetable is now updated). During my run of classes I also had the great luck to break my glasses. Now I'm kinda blind - so expect more than my usual number of missed typos. As I'm not really in the position to be proof reading. In the evening I came home, and blobbed out.
Friday morning I did some homework, then walked to South Dunedin, gave my glasses to the optmitrist's receiptionist - who had no idea if they could fix them or if I'm gonna have to try and find the money to buy new ones. Then walked back into proper town and went to my Shakespeare class. After Shakespeare I visited Amy, but appearantly just missed her. She is never there when I visit her - stoopid Southlander. Then I visited Becky, but they were busy, so I ended up getting a Supershake from the Rob Roy Dairy and killing time outside the class. It was then that I started chatting with/hitting on a rather cute class mate. Though it's a first year class. And I'm too old to be flirting at first years without it being icky. But then, first years should be going around being so cute - if cute and weird. The conversation was quite enlightning, I didn't realise there are teenagers in Dunedin being home schooled. I suspect the most common reason would be freak arse religious beliefs, but I didn't really get around to finding out the exact circumstances in this case. The biology lecture was made extra fun when we were evacuated out of the Castle lecture building due to unexplained feul smells. After class, and some last minute flirtation, I headed home to meet up with Breffni. Then it was off to Breffni's house to watch a vid and have some dinner. Space Cowboys was okay, kinda overly predictable though. And the tea was pretty good too, even if Breffni wasn't happy with how it turned out - but can a chef ever be truely happy. After she dropped me home, I headed off to a geek party, and stayed there talking to geeks and playing The Sims by consensus until about 3ish.
Then as luck would have it, I woke up randomly early yesterday. Sleep is for girls anyway..... After getting pissed off at how crap early morning cartoons were, I got up and did nothing productive all day. I have heaps of readings to do, but I'm too blind to do them. Damn being glasses-less. In the evening after cooking myself a great tea with pasta, loads of veges and battered fish, I settled down in front of the puter for a quiet night. Then after Star Trek, one of my friends convinced me to hit the town with him, and not stand up the plans I had with the lesbians. So I ended up dancing with the lesbians and Raj in town. Happy, happy. Joy, joy. It wasn't all bad though. Becky and Keys are fun company, but I had really wanted to be sleeping.
Today I lay in bed watching TV till noon. Then got up and attempted a little homework while watcing last nights Lexx, which turned out to be repeats, but good none the less. And once again, I have achieved all but nothing. Yay for my life. ERgh, and now my ex is constantly messaging me. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. Stupid internet letting people messsage me and expect me to actually answer.
Anyway, I should go.
Today's song quote: "I'll Stand by You" by The Pretenders.
You can't live with 'em, you can't live without 'em. There's somethin' irresistable-ish about 'em. We grin and bear it 'cause the nights are long. I hope that somethin' better comes along. (spoken) Yeah, I know what you mean... It's no good complainin' and pointless to holler. If she's a beauty she'll get under your collar. She made a monkey out of old King Kong, I hope that somethin' better comes along. Ah, but what could be better than a saucy Irish setter When puppy love comes on strong? Or a collie that's classy, a laddie needs a lassie, A lover and wife gives you a new leash on life. (spoken) Uh, Rowlf, was that a new 'leash' on life? (spoken) Oh yeah...sorry about that. I don't mean to scare ya, my friend, but I betcha Come "Father's Day", the litter bug's gonna getcha; The urge is righteous, but the face is wrong. I hope that somethin' better comes along. Still, it's fun when they're fetching, And agree to see an etching That you keep at your lily pad. There is no solution, it's part of evolution, You'll sooner hear the soles, The little feet of tadpoles. (spoken) Ah, Rowlf, tadpoles don't have feet! (spoken) Oh. Sorry about that.... 2, 3, 4. There's no limitation to mixin' and matchin' Some get an itchin' for a critter they've been scratchin'. A skunk was badgered the results were strong. I hope that somethin' better, I hope that somethin' better, I hope that somethin' better comes along!!! Beep bop bidder da dum dum bum bum bum!
6th August 2001
Actually, thing I should have written yesterday. I stupidly didn't check my pockets before I did laundry. Goodbye wallet. All the paper and cardboard contents dissolved away, leaving a splattering of little pieces of paper. Darn it all.
Today I got up this morning and tried to do some reading, with little success. I'm way behind in my English readings, and being blind isn't going to be hugely helpful. Then I showered, rang the optometrist to receive the bad news they they are unfixable, and had to quickly jump into trousers as I had mormons on the door step. Eventually I made it to Biol112 on time, just. And the first year I keep checking out (as dirty old man-ish as it makes me) had an honour guard, this woman who just kept staring at me. It was kinda creepy. So for today's lecture, my eyes behaved. A little.
then I went to Krshna lunch, were I met up with Sarelle, and hung around with her for a few hours. Doing super fun things like filling in paper work at WINZ. Actually, it was kind of fun. Sarelle is pretty pleasant company. And she has a total superhero name. :o)
Then Medieval Lit, and coming home to again fail at my attempts to do readings.
Today's song quote: "I hope that something better comes along" by Ralph off the Muppets.
Day-o, day-ay-ay-o Daylight come and he wan' go home Day, he say day, he say day, he say day, he say day, he say day-ay-ay-o Daylight come and he wan' go home Work all night on a drink a'rum (Daylight come and he wan' go home) Stack banana till thee morning come (Daylight come and he wan' go home) Come, Mr. Tally Mon, tally me banana (Daylight come and he wan' go home) Come, Mr. Tally Mon, tally me banana (Daylight come and he wan' go home) It's six foot, seven foot, eight foot, BUNCH! (Daylight come and he wan' go home) Six foot, seven foot, eight foot, BUNCH! (Daylight come and he wan' go home) Day, he say day-ay-ay-o (Daylight come and he wan' go home) Day, he say day, he say day, he say day,he say day, he say day (Daylight come and he wan' go home) A beautiful bunch a'ripe banana (Daylight come and he wan' go home) Hide thee deadly black tarantula (Daylight come and he wan' go home) It's six foot, seven foot, eight foot, BUNCH! (Daylight come and he wan' go home) Six foot, seven foot, eight foot, BUNCH! (Daylight come and he wan' go home) Day, he say day-ay-ay-o (Daylight come and he wan' go home) Day, he say day, he say day, he say day, he say day, he say day (Daylight come and he wan' go home) Come, Mr. Tally Mon, tally me banana (Daylight come and he wan' go home) Come, Mr. Tally Mon, tally me banana (Daylight come and he wan' go home) Day-o, day-ay-ay-o (Daylight come and he wan' go home) Day, he say day, he say day, he say day, he say day, he say day-ay-ay-o (Daylight come and he wan' go home)
8th August 2001
Yesterday. My morning classes were kinda weird. I couldn't stay focused in Shakespeare, which as usual I was late to. At Biol112 that first year was doing the whole "Oh, look. I am quite spoken for" thing at me. Grrrrrrrr. Oh well. Then I went to ENGL319 and the lecturer didn't show. Yet still a few of us sat there for almost half an hour. Then I wasted a few hours, my whole day was knocked outta whack. By the time Medieval rolled around, I just wanted to be curled up at home playing Princess Maker 2. But an hour later I went home, and guess what I played. :o). Added bonus: on the way home I was lent the first 11 episodes of Angel (the Buffy spin-off).
Today. I watched the first couple of episodes of Angel before varsity. Then headed off to my lab. That first year came over and sat beside me on the concrete - a far way away from where normal people wait for class. So I'm assuming that I'm either being considered a possible eventual friend, or being teased. Either way, I'm slightly weirded out. Actually, I think it's the friend thing - but then I could be being totally paranoid, and it could just be another of the many cases where I think someone thinks I'm hitting on them, when they think no such thing. Basically, I'm being a total nut.
The lab was pretty fun though, considering it was on reproduction. We sat fertilising seastar (starfish - but for some reason we aren't supposed to call them starfish anymore) eggs with pipettes of sperm. It was kinda sick and twisted really. And me lab partner is a bit of a FREAK. A harmless freak, but just a touch scary none-the-less. But you expect that from ex-Logan Parkers.
After the lab I went and got blank vids from The Whorehouse, then came home and watched some more Angel, mainly as I HEAPS of internal to do by Friday, and I'm putting it off. Especially as one is for John Dolan who gave me a crap mark in my last assignment, when I'd thought I'd done a damn good job. So I'm not his biggest fan at the moment. I also did some reading for Medieval, and got upto almost where I was supposed to be. Then off to Medieval I went, and walked home quite so I could watch some more Angel, so I've now seen the first seven episodes. It's all good.
I have SO much internal I should be doing. Darn it all.
Random Link for the day:Muppet Show Episode Guide.
If anyone has a tape, or record, or CD, or MP3 of Marisa Berenson singing "Our House", I REALLY want it.
Today's song quote: "Day-O" by Harry Belafonte.
Baby you'll come knocking on my front door Same old line you used to use before I said ya...well... what am I supposed to do I didn't know what I was getting into So you've had a little trouble in town Now you're keeping some demon down Stop draggin' my... Stop draggin' my... Stop draggin' my heart around It's hard to think about what you've wanted It's hard to think about what you've lost This doesn't have to be the big get even This doesn't have to be anything at all I know you really want to tell me good-bye I know you really want to be your own girl Baby you could never look me in the eye Yeah you buckle with the weight of the words Stop draggin' my... Stop draggin' my... Stop draggin' my heart around There's people running 'round loose in the world Ain't got nothing better to do Than make a meal of some bright eyed kid You need someone looking after you I know you really want to tell me good-bye I know you really want to be your own girl Baby you could never look me in the eye Yeah you buckle with the weight of the words Stop draggin' my... Stop draggin' my... Stop draggin' my heart around
9th August 2001
My glasses may be semi-fixed, for the meanwhile, but they won't sit straight and it's annoying me.
At Shakespeare this morning I had a sudden realisation, I have a whole lot of friends who a right prats, and not nice people at all. this though was brought on by a short chat to the Midget, and I mean, there is revelation in that fact that she is self-absorbed, and not a nice person by anyones description, but I've known that for AGES. But today my mind suddenly clicked on to the fact a lot of my friends are like that, so that pretty much set off a bad frame of reference for the day.
By Biol112 I was in a bad mood, and then that first year straight out ignored me. Fortunately Sarelle and Natasha were there and cheered me backup. Even though Sarelle is supposed to be in the afternoon class. Then in the break in my Poetry class I grabbed a pie, and nastily burnt my mouth. Say hello to blistered roof, which popped and introduced me to a huge flab of loose mouth. YAY.
After poetry I wandered about the Burns Building, being a creature of mischieviousness, and seeking a bit of the old inspiration for my poetry assignment on the place. And I did a bit, mostly stealing creativity off Elizabeth and possibly-Chris (random tall curly haired guy whose name I'm not sure I recall). Then a quick scramble to be organised for Medieval - which I failed at, and ended up looking like a retard in front of the rest of the class. Not that there is anything new there.
Then I had my hopes up. I was off to a lecture being given by a celebrity. But no, it was packed out half an hour before it started. So I couldn't even get in. But neither could lots of Department Heads from around Varsity, also being stung by the first in first served organisation. But I bumped into Oli, who'd had the same plan. So we walked back to Opoho together.
My mouth still hurts.
Today's song quote: "Stop Draggin' My Heart Around" by Stevie Nicks.
Do you still go to raves? Do you think that Christ saves? Do you spend your days in a Purple Haze? Do you contemplate what a grape nut is? Or could you live drinkin' your own whiz? Are you hooked on a feeling are you hooked on gin-n-tonics? Are you hooked on fistin are you hooked on phonics? Did you ever have sex with a box of Kleenex? Did you like the movie Malcolm X? Or do you own a record by Stryper? Do you have a mongoloid cousin wearin' diapers? Were you born and raised in New Jersey? Did you like the taste of Crystal Pepsi? Are you deaf? Well if you are you can't hear me But what's the use of living if your ear's be? Broken even if I spoke clearly You're still not able to hear me Cause life is a game that no one wins But you deserve a headstart the way your life's goin' So throw in the towel cause your life ain't shit No take that towel and hang yourself with it Life's short and hard like a body-building elf So save the planet and kill yourself If you're feeling down-and-out with what your life's all about Lift your head up and blow your brains out Lift your head up high and blow your brains out Does your girlfriend look like the chick from M*A*S*H? Dead ringer for Klinger with a thicker mustache? When you're at a get-together does everybody always ask? Ain't no Halloween party why's she wearin' that mask? Does she got more Chins than the Chinese phone book? Would you rather make out with a rusty fish hook? Does she stick to linoleum when she squats? Does she look pregnant although she's not? Did you first see your boyfriend on Cops? Or at a Star Trek convention or on top? Of your best friend or maybe at Wendy's? Workin' third shift late New Years' Eve? Does he live under a bridge scare kids and kill squirrels? Does he do kegstands until he hurls? Could a blind man mistake his complexion for Braille Does he have time to sit around and wait for the mail Life is a game that no one wins But you deserve a headstart the way your life's goin' So throw in the towel cause your life ain't shit No take that towel and hang yourself with it Life's short and hard like a body-building elf So save the planet and kill yourself If you're feeling down-and-out with what your life's all about Lift your head up and blow your brains out Lift your head up high and blow your brains out So take your life instead of taking it for granted I'm thinking you should can it I think I'll help you plan it Live today like it's gonna be your last Hang out blow your mind have yourself a gas I hope you take this the wrong way And misinterpret what I say Rewind and let me reverse Backwards like Judas Preist first did Cause life is a game that no one wins But you deserve a headstart the way your life's goin' So throw in the towel cause your life ain't shit No take that towel and hang yourself with it Life's short and hard like a body-building elf So save the planet and kill yourself If you're feeling down-and-out with what your life's all about Lift your head up and blow your brains out Lift your head up high and blow your brains out
12th August 2001
Someone is cruising for a bruising. Some freak has listed me on www.Crushlink.com and it has now messaged me at three of my email addresses, two of which are strickly not for net-geek purposes. So getting spam faking as something else at them REALLY pisses me off. Freakier thing was that there have been three different invitaton codes, which at first I thought ment it had been three different people, but then released there can't be three people in the world stupid enough to send anonymous crush mail to me. I can't think of a better way to guarantee someone not liking you than sending them stupid mail. The fact there was someone on this stupid planet, extra-stupid enough to declare a crush on me via the interent is even more worrying. What is scarier, is that some sick freak might actually have a crush on me........
Anyway.....
Friday was pretty usual. I headed in with a draft of my Engl319 assignment at lunch time to have a talk to Dr Dolan, who was mostly positive, which was all good. Then a class rep meeting, which went surprisingly quickly and without any real event. Then my Shakespeare class was pretty non-descript. The quick "everything thing you want to know about Othello in 45 minutes". Then after killing some time, it was off to Biol112, and some serious lusting. And I was being pretty shameless. Fortunately it was with someone who seems to completely not notice, even when I keep it up right through the lecture. I am SO bad. Friday night I did some readings, and felt really grotty as my mouth was really hurting - damn hot pie, it'll teach me for having lunch on thursdays. Actually, it woke me up three times on friday night, when my tongue touched the room of my very sore mouth.
Saturday, mostly homework all day, and curlingup in the evening to watch Sci-Fi. Though going to sleep before Xenia Seeberg. Though I vidoed Lexx and watched her this morning, had it still been Eva I'd have waited up.
I spent the morning watching last nights Lexx, and then it was school work practically all day.
On that note I must go do my net based tests for Biol112.
Today's song quote: "Lift Your Head Up High (And Blow Your Brains Out)" by The Bloodhound Gang.
Come on everyone, we gotta get together now, Oh, yeah, love's the only thing that matters anyhow, And the beauty of life can only survive if we love one another. Oh, yeah, yesterday my friends were marching out to war, Oh, yeah, listen now, we ain't marching anymore. No, we ain't gonna fight, Only God has the right, To decide who's gonna live and die. He gave us Sweet Cherry Wine, So very fine, drink it down, pass it around, So stimulating, so intoxicating, Sweet Cherry Wine. To open your mind, And everybody's gonna feel so fine, Drinking Sweet Cherry Wine, yes they will. Watch the mountains turn to dust and blow away. Oh, Lord, you know there's got to be a better way. And the old masquerade is a no soul parade, Marching through the ruins of time. To save us, he gave us, (chorus) Oh, Sweet Cherry Wine. Come on drink it with your brother, Trust one another. Yeah, yeah. He gave us Sweet Cherry Wine. Drink it down, pass it around, People don't know the cup is running over.
13th August 2001
Darn that Aaron/Sam. I rang a flat on Saturday and talked to someone who sounded rather enthusiastic, and promised to ring back and organise a time for me to come and look, and still haven't. Typical, whenever I like the sight of a flat, the flat doesn't like the look of me. It's as bad as when I like a person.
Anyway, I went to bed last night and crammed some Troilus and Criseyde.
Woke at about 6am and crammed some more Troilus and Criseyde before showering and heading off to varsity to hand stuff in. Having handed the stuff in, I headed off to Echo, to have the sales-woman all but laugh at me for making an embarrassing request. The album I was asking about is in the UK top 20 albums at the moment, which should make it okay..... or not. So then I decided to retail therapy, but the album I want, that is always in the shelves at Echo, wasn't today. Darn it all. So I ended up just buying shampoo and paying the library for some books I've put on reserve, including a yet to be released in New Zealand, Terry Pratchett novel. And I'm still a wee way down the reserve list.
Then back to Biol112, where that first year practically treated me like I didn't exist. But I think I've gone right over into the scary freak zone, so with me being this much of a super freak, ignoring me is probably a good sign in a person.
Hare Krshna lunch was pretty good. And then I was back to the Troilus and Criseyde cramming. And actually got Book III read JUST in time for the lecture. Now I have to read Books IV and V by next Monday. This weekend is going to BITE.
After walking Midget to her bus, I came home via St. Abbs Place. I have got SO out of shape since I used to come home from school that way. I used to be able to run the whole way up the stairs, but now I was getting puffed only 2/3 of the way up. Dash it all. Yes, I said "Dash it all", mock me if you will.
I have nothing much more to say, except "AtomicKitten should leave Bangles songs the hell alone. The Bangles were good, AtomicKitten ISN'T".
Today's song quote: "Sweet Cherry Wine" by Tommy James and the Shondells.
Anya: Crap! Look at this. Now I'm burdened with a husband, and several tiny pink children, more cash than I can reasonably manage.
Xander: That means you're winning.
Anya: Really?
Xander: Yes, cash equals good.
Anya: Ooh, I'm so pleased! Can I trade in the children for more cash?
15th August 2001
Everyone seems to be organising flats for next year already. And I can't even find one for this year, No-one wants to live with me, except pushy scary people with four year olds.
All the flats on the list that I like either want females only, or when I ring they don't ring back, so now I'm on planet whiny.
Anyway, yesterday, was all class filled. In my morning break I went into town and grabbed a present for my aunt's birthday, four days late, and delivered it to her office-y thing-em-ee-bob. Then it was back to the old grindstone for the rest of the day. Okay, I do get an afternoon break, but I spent most of it reading in the library. And a little of it flirting at *that* first year, who was also in the library.
Then last night I sat and got grumpy about random stuff. But the night was twice perked up. Wormgirl rang and filled in some gossipy stuff what she had been upto. Or more accurately, who she'd been upto. And then Xena was GREAT. Some serious Athena kicking. I know Midget wouldn't be pleased that Athena got kicked, but it was SO good. Especially when Ares was all like "well she is the goddess of wisdom and warfare" and Xena was all like "and we can't forget weaving".
Anyway........
Today, I started with a lab. Squid and Dogfish dissections. Little bits of sea creature all over the show. And *that* first year got dogfish in the face. I also finally found out *that* first year's surname, and it's pretty much a big turn-off name. Hopefully it will speed up my getting over it. As I'm being a scary freak.
Actually, I suspect my scary-freak-ness is why my friends all avoid me.
I came home and failed to study for several hours before returning to varsity for my Medieval class. The lecture was pretty good. But then they tend to be, the lecturer is just plain cool. Then home again, getting pissed off at a crink that had popeed up in my neck, and destressed by running back and forward, playing Princess Maker 2 and cooking tea.
Anyway, my Buffy high is wearing off, So I might go and sleep. Bye.
Deuteronomy 21:18-21 - "If a man have a stubborn and rebellious son.... bring him unto the elders of his city.... And all the men of the city shall stone him with stones, that he die: so shalt thou put evil away from among you..."
Today's quote: from Real Me an Episode of Buffy.
She seyde, `O love, to whom I have and shal
Ben humble subgit, trewe in myn entente,
As I best can, to yow, lord, yeve ich al
830 For ever-more, myn hertes lust to rente.
For never yet thy grace no wight sente
So blisful cause as me, my lyf to lede
In alle Ioye and seurtee, out of drede.
`Ye, blisful god, han me so wel beset
835 In love, y-wis, that al that bereth lyf
Imaginen ne cowde how to ben bet;
For, lord, with-outen Ialousye or stryf,
I love oon which that is most ententyf
To serven wel, unwery or unfeyned,
840 That ever was, and leest with harm distreyned.
`As he that is the welle of worthinesse,
Of trouthe ground, mirour of goodliheed,
Of wit Appollo, stoon of sikernesse,
Of vertu rote, of lust findere and heed,
845 Thurgh which is alle sorwe fro me deed,
Y-wis, I love him best, so doth he me;
Now good thrift have he, wher-so that he be!
`Whom sholde I thanke but yow, god of love,
Of al this blisse, in which to bathe I ginne?
850 And thanked be ye, lord, for that I love!
This is the righte lyf that I am inne,
To flemen alle manere vyce and sinne:
This doth me so to vertu for to entende,
That day by day I in my wil amende.
855 `And who-so seyth that for to love is vyce,
Or thraldom, though he fele in it distresse,
He outher is envyous, or right nyce,
Or is unmighty, for his shrewednesse,
To loven; for swich maner folk, I gesse,
860 Defamen love, as no-thing of him knowe;
Thei speken, but they bente never his bowe.
`What is the sonne wers, of kinde righte,
Though that a man, for feblesse of his yen,
May nought endure on it to see for brighte?
865 Or love the wers, though wrecches on it cryen?
No wele is worth, that may no sorwe dryen.
And for-thy, who that hath an heed of verre,
Fro cast of stones war him in the werre!
`But I with al myn herte and al my might,
870 As I have seyd, wol love, un-to my laste,
My dere herte, and al myn owene knight,
In which myn herte growen is so faste,
And his in me, that it shal ever laste.
Al dredde I first to love him to biginne,
875 Now woot I wel, ther is no peril inne.'
16th August 2001
Well, today. Mostly school related.
Hmmmm, yip, classes all day, with a short break in which to study, and I didn't.
That's actually about all I have to say today. My life BITES.
Deuteronomy 28:53 - "And thou shalt eat the fruit of thine own body, the flesh of thy sons and of thy daughters, which the LORD thy God hath given thee."
Today's quote: Antigone's Song from Troilus and Criseyde.
The stars light the sky, And a galaxy of emptiness tonight, Though I happiest when there's no reason for me to be, With no-ones expectation to weigh heavy on my heart, And so much hope it sometimes tear me all apart, Could you please knock me off my feet for awhile, Could you please knock me off my feet for awhile. The stars light a sky, And a gutter full of broken dreams tonight, Though I'm not content that's the way it seems to be, Still I've been fighting all week, Though I don't know who for, Hoping someone else, somewhere near knows the score, Could you please knock me off my feet for awhile, Could you please knock me off my feet for awhile. When there's a galaxy of emptiness tonight, A whole wide galaxy of emptiness tonight, A whole wide galaxy of emptiness tonight. Monkey see, monkey do, I spent my whole life surrounded by people like you, With all that expectation to weigh heavy on your heart, And no ideas to later tear it all apart, Won't you please knock me off my feet for awhile, Won't you please knock me off my feet for awhile. When there's a galaxy of emptiness tonight, A whole wide galaxy of emptiness tonight, A whole wide galaxy of emptiness tonight. Burn burn burn your soul to find, Burn burn burn your soul away, Burn your soul to find, Your soul to find
18th August 2001
Yesterday. I was supposed to spend the morning reading Troilus and Criseyde, but instead watched Mystery Men which is a very cool superhero movie, even if it did seem to be stealing a lot of jokes from The Tick. And on the net I got directed by this site to this site about a movie being made by Amber Benson (Tara off Buffy), and co-starring James Marsters (Spike). Though I doubt the movie will ever make it to New Zealand. Then off to classes. Picking up my latest Engl319 assignment, which I got an A+ in, which is all good when it's a 12% assignment. A visit to Wormgirl's. Going to Biol and snubbing that cute frst year I really want to jump, and just talking to Sarelle instead. Getting told off by Midget for something I wrote in this thing last week. Then heading home and wasting the night watching crap TV.
Today, I'm wasting about as efficiently as I wasted yesterday. I watched loads of crap TV, including a movie I videoed off TV last night, Best Actress, which was actually pretty cool. And otherwise, today has been pretty wasted, I've done bearly any reading at all.
Today's song quote: "Galaxy of emptiness" by Beth Orton.
Cantus Troili.
400 `If no love is, O god, what fele I so?
And if love is, what thing and whiche is he!
If love be good, from whennes comth my wo?
If it be wikke, a wonder thinketh me,
Whenne every torment and adversitee
405 That cometh of him, may to me savory thinke;
For ay thurst I, the more that I it drinke.
`And if that at myn owene lust I brenne,
Fro whennes cometh my wailing and my pleynte?
If harme agree me, wher-to pleyne I thenne?
410 I noot, ne why unwery that I feynte.
O quike deeth, O swete harm so queynte,
How may of thee in me swich quantitee,
But-if that I consente that it be?
`And if that I consente, I wrongfully
415 Compleyne, y-wis; thus possed to and fro,
Al sterelees with inne a boot am I
A-mid the see, by-twixen windes two,
That in contrarie stonden ever-mo.
Allas! what is this wonder maladye?
420 For hete of cold, for cold of hete, I deye.'
And to the god of love thus seyde he
With pitous voys, `O lord, now youres is
My spirit, which that oughte youres be.
Yow thanke I, lord, that han me brought to this;
425 But whether goddesse or womman, y-wis,
She be, I noot, which that ye do me serve;
But as hir man I wole ay live and sterve.
`Ye stonden in hire eyen mightily,
As in a place un-to youre vertu digne;
430 Wherfore, lord, if my servyse or I
May lyke yow, so beth to me benigne;
For myn estat royal here I resigne
In-to hir hond, and with ful humble chere
Bicome hir man, as to my lady dere.'
19th August 2001
Well, last night was quite fun. I headed to Wormgirl's, and hung out with her and her flatmates for a while. Then we headed off for a little clubbing. They left me ehind to go to the Outback, a place I just plain dislike, and I caught up with a few of my other friends. And I danced ultra dodgy with a pile of people.
This morning I hurt. The whole swing dancing with Wormgirl, and then randomly lifting people, leads to sore arms the morning after. Then once I finally rolled out of bed, I spent most of the day trying to read Book IV of Troilus and Criseyde, and didn't get very far. I'm too tired and it's evil reading. SO I'm having a break I can't afford to take, but, oh well. And being online, just means my ex is annoying me. I really have to learn to use invisible mode more often, it would save a lot of irritation.
Today's song quote: "Troilus's First Song" from Book I of Troilus and Criseyde.
Hey boy, take a look at me Let me dirty up your mind I'll strip away your hard veneer And see what I can find The queerest of the queer The strangest of the strange The coldest of the cool The lamest of the lame The numbest of the dumb I hate to see you here You choke behind a smile A fake behind the fear The queerest of the queer This is what he pays me for I'll show you how it's done You learn to love the pain you feel Like father like son The queerest of the queer Hide inside your head The blindest of the blind The deadest of the dead You're hungry cause you starve While holding back the tears Choking on your smile A fake behind the fear The queerest of the queer I know what's good for you You can touch me if you want I know you're dying to You can touch me if you want I know what's good for you You can touch me if you want But you can't stop The queerest of the queer The strangest of the strange The coldest of the cool The lamest of the lame The numbest of the dumb I hate to see you here You choke behind a smile A fake behind the fear The queerest of the queer The strangest of the strange The coldest of the cool You're nothing special here A fake behind the fear The queerest of the queer I know what's good for you I know you're dying to I know what's good for you I bet you're dying to You can touch me if you want You can touch me if you want You can touch me You can touch me But you can't stop
20th August 2001
Wahoo, got in trouble for a diary entry again. My ex read what I wrote yesterday. But I'd like to point out that it is an accepted fact that you aren't allowed to get annoyed about what you read in someone elses diary. The diary is sacred that way.
Last night I finished Book IV of Troilus and Criseyde before I went to sleep.
This morning I woke up and read a small chunk of Book V. Then after showering, reading a little more of THAT DAMN MIDDLE-ENGLISH POEM, chatting to my Dad - who was visiting to babysit my sick lil brother - I headed off to Biol112. And after the bollocksing Sarelle gave me, I pointly didn't sit with THAT first year, though I'll admit my eyes did wander there a couple of times. So I sat with Abel's Tash, who is SO much fun, and then after class walked with her (and by random chance, THAT first year) to St David, and got introduced to her boyfriend, who seems pretty nice, from what little I noticed. Then after lunch, and a quick trip to Social Welfare, I dragged Aaron (who I'm without a way of clearly identifying anymore) to the Science Library, and we spent a couple of hours finding articles about velvet worms.
Then Medieval Lit, and returning home to in theory read more of Book V, but instead watched telly. By the way, to all you Buffy fans, I have the first eleven episodes of Angel on vid, so if anyone want s to watch, contact me, and I shall organise a viewing - possibly even a party. I need some partying in my life.
Today's song quote: "Queer" by Garbage.
Lame Xander: On my seventh birthday, I wanted a toy fire truck, and I didn't get it, and you were real nice about it, and then the house next door burnt down, and then real firetrucks came, and for years I thought you set the fire for me. And if you did, you can tell me!
21st August 2001
The stupid dog woke me up WAY too early, pushing my door open and jumping onto my bed, smelling terrible. Having to change linen at 4am is never fun.
My morning classes went okay, though I did sit with THAT first year I'm not supposed to be noticing at Biol112. Much to the general mockage of Abel's Tash (who I really need to find a better title for). And I finally finished that DAMN epic poem today. The end annoyed me though.
In liter news, the Midget isn't speaking to me. Score! :o). And, ummm. That about all I have to say today. Today's quote: from Buffy episode "The Replacment".
Goldfinger He's the man, the man with the Midas touch A spider's touch Such a cold finger Beckons you to enter his web of sin But don't go in Golden words he will pour in your ear But his lies can't disguise what you fear For a golden girl knows when he's kissed her It's the kiss of death ... From Mister Goldfinger Pretty girl, beware of his heart of gold This heart is cold Golden words he will pour in your ear But his lies can't disguise what you fear For a golden girl knows when he's kissed her It's the kiss of death ... From Mister Goldfinger Pretty girl, beware of his heart of gold This heart is cold He loves only gold Only gold He loves gold He loves only gold Only gold He loves gold
23rd August 2001
I have an essay due tomorrow on Peripatus, and I ain't started. Tomorrow is gonna bite.
Yesterday, I have a Biol112 lab dissecting possum. It was great, though I got REALLY hungry during it. I could really have handled a fry-up. Instead all that liver just got wasted. I also read most of An Evil Streak by Andrea Newman, which is pretty good dependant on you having read Troilus and Criseyde. Watching the video in class was kind of scary though. It is quite an unpleasant movie. In the evening I did NO work. I watched telly, and that was about it.
Thursday is my nasty class day. Though I did manage to get Krshna lunch for once - and at my father's expense. Though at Biol112 Abel's Tash (yeh, I really should have got her email addy, so I could get suggestions on what to call her) was giving me a little bit too much encouragement on the THAT first year front. Which doesn't help, it just makes me keep being a freak.
Actually, we also got talking student politic, for no logical reason, and I discovered she is a bit of a fan of a certain WRO who occasionally reads this thing.
Anyway, it's getting late and I have to start my Peripatus essay.
Today's song quote: "Goldfinger" by Shirley Bassey.
Hello, my baby Hello, my honey Hello, my ragtime gal Send me a kiss by wire Baby, my hearts on fire If you refuse me Honey, you'll lose me Then you'll be left alone Oh baby, telephone And tell me I'm your own Hello, my baby Hello, my honey Hello, my ragtime gal Send me a kiss by wire Baby, my hearts on fire If you refuse me Honey, you'll lose me Then you'll be left alone Oh baby, telephone And tell me I'm your own
24th August 2001
I wrote that essay I needed to this morning. Very last minute. And made the mistake of listening to the song "Goldfinger" while reading about Peripatoides aurorbis, named after its golden anus. Which lead tome sitting humming "gold anus" while I typed, not a great way to concentrate.
Having got my essay done I headed into Varsity. Had a kinda fun Shakespeare lecture watching bad videoes, and then a long chat with Midget. I was expected a total ankle-lashing, but she was exceptionally reasonable, and sensible, and something approaching undeerstanding. Damn people like that. They are just impossible. Because it puts you in the wrong if you do anything other than agree.
Then Biol112, and THAT first year was the only person I knew there, as Sarelle who I normally sit with on Friday is off overseas for a family thing over the holidays, I think, I know her brother is. But it meant I was a total git all lecture. I shouldn't be allowed in public without a taser-weilding chaperone, who'll zap me whenever I do anything dumb.
Then I came home and did emaily stuff, and some scary net guy started messaging me, and wouldn't go away. he keeps hitting on me, and doesn't seem to understand a No when he hears one. It's really annoying.
By the way Go Here.
Today's song quote: "Hello My Baby!" Words & Music by: Ida Emerson and Joseph E. Howard.
You are the one, the one and only, You are the only one I need. You are the one that makes me happy, You are the only one I need. When the night falls, and heaven comes to earth, Then all my worries suddenly return. I should have made it clear, there's no one else for me, You won't be alone when I get to you. I shouldn’t walk away, when there's so much to say, Oh baby, understand my one and only. Chorus When I'm alone, it's you who comes to mind, When everything falls apart, you're always right behind. Bridge Chorus x 2 My one and only. There's no one else for me. Yes you are the one... Chorus x 3 One. You are the one. You are the one the one and only, One. Yes you are the one. You are the only one I need. One. You are the one. You are the one that makes me happy
27th August 2001
On Friday night I also severly overspent on Amy's birthday. I randomly purchased expensive CRAP that there was no way she would like. I am SUCH a weirdo freak somedays.
Saturday, I stuffed around, bought junk food, stuffed around, wrapped Amy's presents, stuffed around, and got angry at Tina - she'd said she was going to be home and I kept ringing her but no-one answered their phone. Grrrrrrr. Then after tea, I washed up and went to Amy's birthday drinks. And NO-ONE was there. Amy, one of her flatmates, me and NO-ONE else. And I thought my birthday parties tended to suck. But the weather was bad, and she was pretty slack at inviting people.
Yesterday/Sunday. I didn't do much at all. Downloaded some abandonware. Bought junk food. Tried to visit some friends down the street (with the hope of borrowing the second set of Angel tapes) but they weren't home. Watched a pile of bad telly. And started to re-read a bit of Good Omens.
Today, I lay about eating the junk food I bought yesterday, spreading into a giant glob of fat. I also re-read over half of Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch. Even the third (or maybe the fourth?) time around it is still muchly goodly. And other than babysitting, laundry and downloading more abandonware, that was about my day.
Today's song quote: "One and Only" by Deep Obsession and is dedicated to Wormgirl.
Missy Pantone: All right, let's get it over with. Hey, Torr, get over here. Torrance Shipman: Why? Missy Pantone: My brother wants to check out your rack.
29th August 2001
Yesterday I went into town and spent WAY TOO MUCH MONEY on something that was all Wormgirl's fault. But not her fault in a way I could make her pay for it. She rang on Saturday, and because I went to the phone while I'd been shaving, I banged the microscreen on my Remington shaver and dinted it. Then the next time I shaved it caught on the blades and shredded. So I had to buy a new microscreen, which cost me $34.35, which I couldn't really affort. Damn it. And so on the way home I went to visit Nina and Becky, neither of whom were home. So I making a great effort of not seeing any living person all holidays. The day was cheered up thanks to the freeware Final Fantasy rip-offs at Aliensoft.com. Neophyte is all good, even if I keep gettng stuck everywhere.
This morning I lay in and polished off Good Omens - still avoiding all the Shakespeare reading I should be doing. Then, I pretty much stuffed around all day. And on that note. I have to go sleep, I have to go to the optomitrist early tomorrow.
Today's quote: from "Bring It On".
Once I had a love and it was a gas Soon turned out had a heart of glass Seemed like the real thing, only to find much o' mistrust Love's gone behind Once I had a love and it was divine Soon found out I was losing my mind It seemed like the real thing but I was so blind Much o' mistrust Love's gone behind In between what I find is pleasing and I'm feeling fine Love is so confusing, there's no peace of mind If I fear I'm losing you It's just no good, you teasing like you do Once I had a love and it was a gas Soon turned out had a heart of glass Seemed like the real thing, only to find much o' mistrust Love's gone behind Lost inside Adorable illusion and I cannot hide I'm the one you're using please don't push me aside We coulda made it cruising yeah La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La La La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La La Yeah, riding high on love's true bluish light Ooh, oh Ooh, oh Ooh, oh Ooh, oh Once I had a love and it was a gas Soon turned out to be a pain in the ass Seemed like the real thing only to find much o' mistrust Love's gone behind Ooh, oh Ooh, oh Ooh, oh Ooh, oh
31th August 2001
Damn, I might have to cave on my anti-A Knight's Tale stance, not only have huge numbers of my friends said really nice things about it, but it has Laura Fraser (who played Door in NeverWhere when the BBC did the mini-series of it). I'm still morally against it though . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Anyway, yesterday I went and got my eyes tested, and my glasses will be weaker again than last time. Yay. My new frames are possibly a tad on the ugly side though. I liked them when I bought them, but now I'm not sure.
Today I went into WINZ and filed for some more money form my loan to cover the glasses. And then came home a did a bit of a spring clean. Which I shall now go and finish. I still need to vacuum my room. And thus I shall. Later...
Today's quote: "Heart of Glass" by Blondie.
