Apparently I just had holidays, can says that I noticed.
Buttercup: Farmboy, polish my horse's saddle. I want to see my face shining in it by morning.
Westley: As you Wish.
***
Grandfather: '"As you wish" was all he ever said.'
***
[Buttercup holds out empty pails to Westley]
Buttercup: Farmboy, fill these with water....please?
Westley: As you wish.
***
Grandfather: 'That day she was amazed to discover that when he was saying: "as you wish" what he meant was: "I love you." And even more amazing was the day she realized she truly loved him back.'
***
Buttercup: Farmboy, fetch me that pitcher.
[Westley walks over to her and hands her the pitcher, as he whispers]
Westley: As you wish....
[Of course Buttercup looks quite happy, and you see Buttercup & Westley just about to kiss, when suddenly...]
***
Grandson: Hold it! Hold it! What is this? Are you trying to trick me? Where's the sports? Is this a kissing book?
Grandfather: Wait, just wait.
Grandson: When's it get good?
Grandfather: Keep your shirt on and let me read!
'Westley had no money for marriage so he packed his few belongings and left the farm to seek his fortune across the sea. It was a very emotional time for Buttercup...'
Grandson: I don't believe this!
***
[Buttercup and Westley are hugging and Buttercup is indeed quite emotional...]
Buttercup: I'm afraid I'll never see you again...
Westley: Of course you will.
Buttercup: But what if something happens to you?
Westley: Hear this now: I will always come for you.
Buttercup: But how can you be sure?
Westley: This is true love...think this happens every day?
[They kiss and he walks away, leaving Buttercup to watch him depart]
***
Grandfather: 'Westley didn't reach his destination. His ship was attacked by the Dread Pirate Roberts, who never left captives alive. When Buttercup got the news that Westley was murdered...
Grandson: Murdered by pirates is good!
Narrator: '...She went into her room and shut the door, and for days she neither slept nor ate.
3rd September 2001
On Friday night I ended up with a VERY clean bedroom.
Saturday I spent playing Creatures 2 and pretending I was doing Shakespeare homework. In the evening instead of going out clubbing like I was supposed to, I watched Clueless, then DS9, played on the net, watched Lexx and went to bed in the little bitty hours.
Sunday, I ran Creatures 2 in the background and actually started my essay, finally. Than after tea with my grandparents, I came home and did some more essay, though kept switching windows to check on my Norns.
Today, I got up and finished my essay - while playing with those Norns. Then headed off to Biol112, where I sat and chatted with a very hyper Gnatacia (the choosen term of reference to the woman formerly known as Abel's Tash). Then a quick lunch with Annabell (I'm pretty sure that isn't how it's spelt) and then I headed off to South Dunedin and fetched my new specs. They aren't as ugly as I had worried that they were. Then I went shopping with Aaron (formerly of t&a) and his pozzie (I suspect this is some more of my infamous poor spelling). Then a VERY cool medieval lit class. And coming home. While I was cooking tea the neighbours dog stole one of my leather shoes, and neither me nor the owner has had any luck finding where she put it. I'm not hugely happy about it.
Anyway, I've just had a long depressing chat with Si, and now I need to go and sleep.
Today's quote from "The Princess Bride" - though I still reckon the book is better than the movie.
Hanging Drop Heights... Culprits Weight Drop 14 stone (196 lbs) 8ft 0in 13.5 stone (189 lbs) 8ft 2in 13 stone (182 lbs) 8ft 4in 12.5 stone (175 lbs) 8ft 6in 12 stone (168 lbs) 8ft 8in 11.5 stone (161 lbs) 8ft 10in 11 stone (154 lbs) 9ft 0in 10.5 stone (147 lbs) 9ft 2in 10 stone (140 lbs) 9ft 4in 9.5 stone (133 lbs) 9ft 6in 9 stone (126 lbs) 9ft 8in 8.5 stone (119 lbs) 9ft 10in 8 stone (112 lbs) 10ft 0in
5th September 2001
Yesterday, I went to my classes, and that was about it. Until the evening when I went to Tina's and fed her Roast Almond Cadbury Chocolate and watched Charmed and talked for ages. I now approve of her boy. He always used to scare me, but the more I see them together, the more I think they suit one another, and they are kinda cute together. Then about midnight we discovered that the books I needed to borrow don't seem to exist.
Today, I was kinda tired when I rolled out of bed and watched last night's Xena while I ate my breakfast and got ready for my lab. My lab was fun, but THAT first year has gone all weird, as soon as I stop trying having totally given up, THAT first year suddenly seems mildly interested. Peoples is screwy!
Then I went and bought both of the books I have been planning to borrow off Tina, which dents my already battered bank balance, but atleast I have them now. And it means I don't have to go grovelling to Bruno to borrow his. After buying the books I visited my aunt, and talked possible graguation stuff, then came home and got weirded out the the graduation application I got in the mail. Then after doing some readings, it was off to a very cool Medieval class, I want to learn me some more about Scottish History.
Anyway, I'm now busy filling up my hard drive with pics of Amber Benson, she is SO HOT.
Today's quote "Hanging Drop Heights" Source: Charles Duff, Handbook of Hanging (Boston: Hale, Cushman & Flint 1929).
Road Rage Man Gets 1000 Years
Reuters
OKLAHOMA CITY (Reuters) - An Oklahoma jury has sentenced a man to 1,050 years in prison for a "road rage" incident in which he dragged a woman trapped beneath his car for more than 200 metres.
Keith LaJuan Jones, 44, was sentenced to 750 years for intentionally injuring Vivian Williams, who survived the ordeal.
"She is so horribly injured. It was some of the hardest evidence I've ever seen," said Oklahoma District Judge Twyla Mason Gray, who presided over Jones' trial and sentencing.
Jones, who was also given two 150-year sentences for ramming into two cars, was convicted of three counts of assault and battery with intent to kill.
Court officials said the chain of events that led to Jones' conviction began when he was involved in a non-injury accident during a visit to a convenience store in January 1997.
After leaving the store, court officials said, he deliberately rammed another car, then drove to a bank parking lot and intentionally struck Williams, wedging her under his car.
Officials said Jones dragged her alive and screaming, ignoring bank employees who yelled and pointed at the woman trapped beneath the car as he drove off.
Williams eventually became dislodged from the car's wheels. She has undergone 14 surgeries and is expected to have more.
Jones had two previous felony convictions and a history of mental illness
9th September 2001
Long time, no seamonkey.
Okay, Thursday - classes, which was mostly it. Except for the short moment of total weirdness. I went to the library to do my readings for Medieval, and sat on the other side of a divided table from THAT first year. I was quietly working away when a note slid under the wooden divider. It was just a random friendly note, but still. I had finally convinced myself off the idea, and this kind of thing starts to happen. Talk about messing with my head.
Friday, got up WAY too late, then played Neika's Story until I finished the shareware, which annoyed me as the game was over right when I finally had the controls down. Then I headed off to buy Bob and Jessie birthday presents, about an hour later than I had planned to. And then, and between my classes I got it done. I got Bob a dinosaur version of those dogs with the wobbly heads that go in car rear windows, and Jessie a Manu doll, simply because they are SO not PC. In the Shakespeare class I was supposed to be taking good notes so Claire could borrow, but John hale was being mean and moving the overheads too fast. Because of shopping I was slightly late to Biol, so when I went in the class all had their eyes closed with the lecturer talking them through imaginary sensory deprivation. So I left a one chair gap between myself and THAT first year, coz if I had my eyes closed I wouldn't want anyone sitting down right beside me. I am really beginning to wish I had the courage to ask people I like out. I've never asked anyone out, and it is somewhat ridiculous. Especially when I get all smitten. if I just asked, and got rejected, i could just get over it. Instead I'm a big old freak.
Bob and Jessie's party wasn't too bad. I met up with people before hand and got pissed off at the fact they were getting stoned, it's not something I like to be around. Then I got to Bath St, which they had hired, wearing my trench coat, and ugly shirt, and fake chest hair, and the zip off legs from my old cargoes around my ankles. Dirty old man all the way. Yay costume parties. Gnatacia was there dressed as a porn army chick, and her bf as a "love doctor". They are SO cute together. Though I think their night was dragged down a bit by the general skankiness of my father, he kept hitting on her bf. My father is a real worry. I apologise to anyone who he hits on. I also bumped into a girl from my ENGL368 class. She knew a far whack about me, thanks to Bob, and I didn't even remember her name. But just before I left I sat and chatted shop with her for about half an hour. She also had a boy my father hit on - does anyone want him, he's going for free.
Yesterday, I ate junk food, did laundry and procrastinated.
Today, a bit of procrastination, like right now, and a whole lot of essaying. Wahoo. anyway, I have essaying to do.
Today's quote "Road Rage Man Gets 1000 Years".
I heard you on the wireless back in Fifty Two Lying awake intent at tuning in on you. If I was young it didn't stop you coming through. Oh-a oh They took the credit for your second symphony. Rewritten by machine and new technology, and now I understand the problems you can see. Oh-a oh I met your children Oh-a oh What did you tell them? Video killed the radio star. Video killed the radio star. Pictures came and broke your heart. Oh-a-a-a oh And now we meet in an abandoned studio. We hear the playback and it seems so long ago. And you remember the jingles used to go. Oh-a oh You were the first one. Oh-a oh You were the last one. Video killed the radio star. Video killed the radio star. In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone to far Oh-a-aho oh, Oh-a-aho oh Video killed the radio star. Video killed the radio star. In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone to far. Pictures came and broke your heart, put the blame on VTR. You are a radio star. You are a radio star. Video killed the radio star. Video killed the radio star. Video killed the radio star
10th September 2001
This morning I finished the essay at a bit after 9am. And almost exactly on the expected 2,000 words, a fair bit over it once the bibliography is counted though. Then after printing it out, it was off to Varsity to hand it, and something I was supposed to hand in a week earlier but had forgotten about, in to the English department. I was the first to get my Medieval Essay in, score for me.
Biol was fun. Not due to the lecturer or material, but THAT first year moved down and sat beside me on one side and Gnatacia sat on the tother. So between the mildly distracting effect THAT first year has on me, and Gnatacia's constant talking, I don't have the foggiest idea what the lecture itself was on about.
Hare Krshna lunch was yummy, and SARELLE is back. YAY. Which reminds me, I haven't visited Cathy as much as I was supposed to. Doh.
Then I visited Wormgirl, as I was resisting the urge to stalk THAT first year to the library. And we chatted for ages about how amazingly stupid she can be. I should chat with Wormgirl more often, she's always fun, and always has interesting fruit juices to help myself to.
Medieval was fun, but I really don't see us getting the poem we are doing finished on time some how. It's fun to read though. Anyway, I should go do that whole sleep type thingee.
Today's quote "Video Killed the Radio Star" by Geoff Downes, Trevor Horn and Bruce Wolley (The Buggles).
People down-cast in despair See the dis-illusion everywhere Hoping their bad luck will change It's a little harder everyday People struggle, people fight For the simple pleasures in their life The trouble comes from everywhere It's a little more than you can bear I know that it will hurt I know that it will break your heart The way things are The way they've been And the way they've always been
12th September 2001 - Day of Disaster, Attack On America, etc etc etc.....
Yesterday. I had classes, and ate Way too much Bumper Bar - damn that Cookie Time - and stuffed about a bit, and read some of that poem for Medieval. In the evening I played some Fate of the Dragon and then moved on to Startopia and eventual sleep.
This morning I woke up assuming the radio was blatantly lying to me, put on the TV, and watched channel one news, I hadn't even known my TV got channel one. So at 6:05 in the morning I got to see some pretty freaky footage. It completely seemed like some massive hoax, and then just some surreal fancy. By the time I got to Biol everyone was talking about it. And everyone was kinda weird. One guy finding it generally funny, in a crowd of nervous jokers. Ergh, well, people are weird. And I'm turning into the American Media, and talking of nothing else. Darn it all.
Anyway, I then headed off to town and arranged a hair cut, went back to varsity and talked to Aaron and Hugh and co, headed back to town and had Satay, then back to the hair dressers and had the mop chopped. The hairdresser managed to say some really nasty stuff without even the slightest idea she was, which is always fun. Then bumped into Tash, chatted to her for a while and then headed to the library. For the first time in ages THAT first year was not in the library - which was a bit of a let down, being it was part of the reason I had got my hair cut and wanted to show it off. I am SUCH a loser. But it did mean I finished the poem for Medieval, a day before I had to have it finished.
Anyway, I should go sleep before I start off on the whole terrorist attack thing again. Especially as I think George Bush Jr is a complete wanker, and I kinda wish he'd been taken out, as he's now saying, and probably preparing to do, the dumbest things. And it's not like America never kills Middle Eastern civilians either.
I just hope it was an inside thing, done by an American group, as the world really doesn't need a stupid pointless war.
Today's quote "Break Your Heart" by Natalie Merchant.
Quiet please, there's a lady on stage She may not be the latest rage But she's singing and she means it And she deserves a little silence Quiet please, there's a woman up there And she's been honest through her songs Long before your consciousness was raised Doesn't that deserve a little praise So put your hands together and help her along All that's left of the singer's All that's left of the song Stand for the ovation And give her one last celebration Quiet please, there's a person up there And she's been singing of the things That none of us could bear to hear for ourselves Give her your respect if nothing else Quiet please, there's a lady on stage Conductor, turn the final page And when it's over we can all go home But she lives on -- on the stage alone.
16th September 2001
I'm a slacker. On the 13th, my brother's birthday, I was gotten up early to have a family present opening. My lil' brother is SO spoilt, well, maybe not quite as spoilt as I was at that age. But still.... Anyway, then I was off to varsity, and had a big whack of classes, and hitting on THAT first year, and catching the tail end of Hare Krshna lunch, which I ate while chatting to Ralph, then hitting the library to do my readings for ENGL319, and hitting on THAT first year a fair whack more obviously, and then by chancing meeting THAT first year's big brother, who is REALLY scary. Then after Medieval I headed home to the end of my brother's birthday party.
Then after tea my neighbours visited to give Andrew their present, and brought their dog Molly, whom promptly destroyed a few of Andrew's presents, while her owners laughed about it. Someone in our neighbourhood is going to BBQ that dog someday soon, and I think most of the neighbours will join in. Then they stayed and talked current events/the whole america thing/them using it an an excuse to be REALLY racist and plain horrible people. So basically, I didn't start my essay, and just ended up being REALLY pissed off at them.
Friday morning I started the essay, and a couple of hours later the crappiest essay in the history of time was printed out. And eventually handed in before my Shakespeare class. That class was pretty unmention worthy, it was an introductory lecture for The Roman Plays. Then I went to Amy's to visit and borrow infanticide notes, but ended up forgetting about the notes and just visiting. Then heading toward Biol and finding Sarelle. I hadn't really talked to her since before she went to the Netherlands. So I talked to her and wandered around a bit before we went to the class. I got ever so slightly annoyed when THAT first year sat on the otherside of Sarelle from me :o(. But... I have know idea if I even have a snowflakes chance, even if somedays it seems like I'm in.... damn being attracted to people, it's what's wrong with the world, physical attraction. Anyway, after the class I cruised around with Sarelle for a while, wandering the streets, finally seeing her flat, and seeing some photos from her trip. Then I had a quite night at home.
Saturday, I stuffed around, played a whole bunch of 'puter games, organised a present for Cathy's birthday and ate far too much chocolate. Then after tea I went to her birthday, which was kinda nice, though I kept darting home to check messages to see if I had one from Si. Eventually I gave up and walked in as I had to meet Tash at 11. On the way Si picked me up, which worked quite well, as I ended up there a little early, and not having to wait alone, especially as Tash did her usual and was late. Then the night was spent dancing. It was great, me and Tash dance together damn well, and occasionally I'd have to make Si dance, which was fun in itself and has the added bonus of irking Raj. It was a big fun night all round, I kept going till the nightclub shut.
Today, I had to do my brother's paper run :o(. I wasn't amused. And then I ate too much chocolate, played computer games, did multiple loads of laundry, got pissed off at my vaguely new trousers completely dying in the wash - I will try to take them back but I'm not sure of my chances, and generally just stuffed around all day. Though there was the added bonus of the Star Trek Voyager rerun being an episode I'd missed.
Today's quote "Quiet Please, There's a Lady on Stage" by Dusty Springfield.
"Every time I'm late getting home from work he freaks out, and I'm all, 'What? I stopped for gas. What do you think, I'm having an affair with the guy at the gas station? He couldn't even make change for my twenty last week, so I'm thinking... Not.'"
--Either a guy or a girl (voice was pretty neutral) in line for the bathroom at Fray Day. (They were the single user either gender kind of bathrooms, no clue there.)
18th September 2001
Sunday night I curled up and watched Empire Strikes Back.
Monday, got up late and then watched Deuce Bigalow: Male Gigolo before heading off to varsity. At Biol I resisted the urge to sit with THAT cute first year, and instead sat and chatted to Gnatacia. Then off I went to Hare Krshna lunch, and caught up with Sarelle, who got annoyed at my missing a chance to sether up. Aaron, Hugh, Anabelle, Bruno, and possibly others turned up. And then Aaron started grilling me about Saturday night, so I got grumpy and refused to say anything. And quickly left to visit Wormgirl, who wasn't home :o(. On the way back to Varsity I was nabbed by Tash, and sat and talked to her and possibly Nick (I suck at names somedays). She also told me off for failing to set her up on Saturday night. Then after a pleasant chin waggin' I rushed home to rescue my laundry from a nasty change in the weather. Tha back to varsity to a lecture on King Arthur, Cheshire Dialect, and the Cotton Manuscript Collection and its history. Then I visited Becky and Kez and Tash and Paddy and their other flatmate whose name I'm not confident I can spell. then came home for an evening of being randomly paranoid about whether or not I still have issues with my original ex. Damn people putting ideas in my head. Though my ex made it quite clear nothing will ever happen again, so it's pretty much a moot point. SO I went to bed with all mental head stuff going on.
Rolled out of bed and into the shower, and into clothes and in front of my computer and played me some Age of Wonders until I realised I was gonna be late for Shakespeare so rushed to varsity. Talk about wasted effort, we watched the crappiest video ever. So random early eighties doco on the Bard's Julius Caesar. Then I headed to Hallensteins and they kindly replaced the trousers that died. Then I rushed some readings and headed off to Biol where I again sat with Gnatacia and not THAT first year. Poetry was kinda interesting, though i wasn't really in the mood for it. Today, Wormgirl was actually home, though turned out to be reasonably useful, if not in the way I'd expected, on the Biol poster front. Then it was off to the library to translate some Gawain and the Green Knight, and shameless hit on THAT first year. And I had been doing so well........ Though I also worked out that late 1300s Cheshire dialect is EVIL. Then Medieval Lit was interesting, though got me rather worried as to how much I'm gonna screw the internal. Sir Gawain seems like a nasty read.
I'm in a screwy mood again tonight. I think I should go and have a reasonably early night.
Today's quote from In Passing.
Drusilla (speaking her first words ever to William): "And I wonder, what possible catastrophe came crashing down from heaven and brought this dashing stranger to tears?"
William: "Nothing. I wish to be alone."
Drusilla: "I see you. You're a man surrounded by fools who cannot see his strength. His vision. His glory. (William gazes at her.) That and burning baby fish swimming all round your head."
19th September 2001
Today has been okayish. I seriously slacked about in the lab and copied answers off other ppl, I did do a fair whack of the shark dissection though. Thenafter finishing I had to wait for my poster group partners to finish so we could go do photocopying and planning and the such. While I waited Ichatted to THAT first year who waited with me, though for no obvious reason, and thus inducing a somewhat screwy mood. Do I have a chance, or am I being played with.
Then after photocopying, I headed to the union, bought lunch, chatted to Aaron, then Raj, then Karen, then Raj again, this time with Anita. Raj offered me his old room at Becky's flat. It's tempting, I just have to talk to Becky and that first, and check a few things.
Then some very frustrating translation, I just am not getting Cheshire.
Anyway, I should probably start studying for the test what I have tomorrow.
I'm a no-friends loser. I rang up Becky's flat, and got Nina, the only person there who is consistantly pleasant to me, and the moment I mentioned having been offered Raj's room she went all cold, and though she didn't straight out say it, she made it very clear she doesn't want me living in her house. No-one who knows me wants to live with me, which is SO not fair. I do chores, I wash, I'm reasonably tidy, I'm not that demanding of people. I think I'm just basally unlikable. Actually, for about the last year my friends have done a DAMN good job of avoiding me almost entirely. I'm at the stage where I'm quite tempted to kill myself just to prove the point that no-one would notice.
Today's quote from the Buffy episode "Fool For Love".
Male Partygoer (reading William's poetry): "My heart expands/ 'tis grown a bulge in't/ inspired by/ your beauty effulgent." Effulgent?
2nd Male Partygoer: And that's actually one of his better compositions.
Female Partygoer: Have you heard? They call him William the Bloody because of his bloody awful poetry!
20th September 2001
I woke up this morning and instantly wished I hadn't. Sore ears and an amazing pain in the back of my throat, to the point it really hurts to swallow. So my morning cramming was much less pleasant than it should have been. So I bought lemsip lozengers (that doesn't look spelt right) on the way to classes. then had all my lectures, including an internal assessment test for Biol112, which I finished in less that 15 min, and had to sit for almost half an hour silently twiddling my thumbs. Then after Poetry, where I had Bill Manhire inflicted on me as my presentation topic, and Hare Krshna lunch, I headed to the library where THAT first year pretty much treated me like I wasn't there. So mildly grumpy I headed to Medieval, which was a damn funky lecture. It kicks arse. The downer was I got a list of what 400 level papers I have to choose from next year, and there are only two I like being offered, so I'm considering transfering to Vic which has way cooler 400 level papers.
This evening I went to a play one of my friends had directed, it was great. But I'm feeling over half dead, so I'm off to get me some sleep.
Today's quote from the Buffy episode "Fool For Love".
Giles: Yes well the uh... the problem is that after a final battle, it uh... it's difficult to get any um... well the-the-the Slayer's not... she's rather um—
Buffy: It's okay to use the "D" word, Giles.
Giles: Dead. And hence not very forthcoming.
Buffy: Why didn't the Watchers keep fuller accounts of it? The journals just stop.
Giles: I suppose if they're anything like me, they just found the whole subject too uh—
Buffy: Unseemly? Damn. Love ya, but you Watchers are such prigs sometimes.
Giles: Painful, I was going to say.
22th September 2001
Friday I rolled out of bed with just enough time to shower and head off to Shakespeare. At the dairy at the bottom of the hill I got an ice cream to ease my throat, not easy when I was completely unable to speak. Fortunately two girls from my Shakespeare class, Jane and (damn, I suddenly can't remember, which is REALLY bad), picked me up and gave me a ride into class. To be honest, if they hadn't, I can't be sure I'd have made it. between classes I vsited Nina and Kez, and realised they had been right, it would be stupid to screw up a friendship over flatting. Then Biol, where I had a nice chat to Sarelle, through quite an interesting lecture on invader fish species in New Zealand. Unfortunately, I think THAt first year now thinks I'm with Sarelle. Admittedly, Sarelle is someone I'd have no problems with being with, she a hot chick, but it can't help be attempts to find out if I even have a chance with THAT damn first year. Then after Sarelle dropped me home I slept and didn't make it to the party at Nina's I was supposed to attend. typical, my friend ignore me for months and then I get three invites the one weekend I'm really sick.
Today I've been mostly bed bound, though I did go to the stupermarket to buy lozenges and vicks vapour-rub (yes, I know it probably doesn't do anything, but psychologically it makes me feel like I'm getting better). The checkout chick - who is the younger sybling of a childhood friend of mine, commented that I sounded really sick. I also grabbed tea so I wouldn't have to cook. Anyway, I'm back to sleep, the cottage cheese like phlegm I'm coughing up is really draining my vitality.
Today's quote from the Buffy episode "Fool For Love".
Hello i just had to email you after stumbling on your sight as the 4th thing that came up on a google search for academic gown hire. it picked up on one of your quotes of the day and i was flung into your online diary for some time in 1999. Since i rarely use the web i dont know if sites like yours are common but i found it fasinating in a very voyuristic way, i know so much about you know from your C.V. to your high school report, i read a bit of your 99 diary and your most recent entries then i got bored. (im not sure if your austarlian or american but you have won alot of australian maths prizes). You seem a nice bloke and your pretty witty though your music collection is crap. May i recomend that you try some of the divine comedys stuff its not the usual stuff i listen too but i think it will suit you as you are obvously also a hopless romantic like myself. well i hope you appreciate the appreciation bye phil
24th September 2001
On saturday night while I was all curled up in bed, Sarelle came and checked in on me to make sure I was okay. She is SO up for the Bestest Friend in the History of Time award. Especially as she is about the only person who ever visits me at all. And after she made sure I was okay, she left, I took half a dose of baby paracetamol and slept well into the next morning.
Sunday I spent being sick. I had to do Andrew's paper run, but after that I stayed inside and mostly in bed. I did spend a little while trying to find a mac game or two for my crappy lil mac, until realising I had no way to transfer it across from this 'puter to a crappy old mac that doesn't accept PC disks, actually it rarely accepts mac disks. In the end I lucked out and found the PC version of the one mac game I really wanted. Though I suck at it and always get my arse kicked. Then last night I slept and forgot to watch Return of the Jedi which I'd been looking forward to for AGES. Dash it all.
Today I got up and smelled like sick person, it was gross. I eventually stumbled through the shower and off to Biol, which even though I left early, I arrived late. Damn being sick making me walk slower. The class was good though, even if THAT first year snubbed me. Hare krshna lunch was also good, though none of my friends showed so I had to eat alone. Then I headed to the library and spent an hour and a half getting frustrated because my brain wouldn't work and Sir Gawain just wasn't letting me read it. And I kept coughing and everyone looked at me. So I came home and relaxed a bit before heading back in for Medieval, which was a pretty cool lecture, even if I had to present a stanza with my non-existnat voice.
Anyway, I have little else to say. I put a bunch of poems online - for which I'll probably get in trouble with people who stupidly think I'm writing about them when I'm not. Ergh, gross yellow lumpy phlegm. I need to go back to bed.
Today's quote is an email I received on Saturday 22nd September.
Xander: "Am I right, Giles?" Giles: "I'm almost certain you're not, but to be fair, I wasn't listening."
26th September 2001
Yesterday I felt really grotty. Damn that Simon giving me the comp student flu. I had classes practically all day, and when I wasn't in class I was doing homework. Sir Gawain is REALLY reading slow, I even needed the help of J.R.R. Tolkiens glossary. Then last night's Xena was just weird. She can't go around being Livia's mother, it's just insane.
Today, I was tired. My lab was too long and boring. Well, the stuff was interesting but the lab supervisor was on a power trip and making us do everything in order. Then I had a long chat to my lab partner and THAT first year. And later, sitting by the Leith having lunch, with THAT first year again. What was I doing being even vaguely interested in a creationist. Creationists are scary. Anyway, after that I did a bit of translating, tried in vain to find Tina after her Classics class, visited Giffy. There I was introduced to Ultima Online, after lunch and the arrival of Tina, I got to see her play. I am so easily hooked by fads. then fortunately Tina got me doing some homework again so I was prepared when Medieval rolled around. After Medieval I dropped back to Giffy's to visit Tina and got Ultima, now once my registration clears in a few days I'll have somethign to play during exams. Anyway, I am much tired and in need of sleep.
Today's quote from the Buffy Episode "Shadow".
