Lent is over, so now I can eat crap food and get freaky fat while I fail varsity.
Spike's wonderfully theatrical entrance: "You were there? Oh, please! If every vampire who said he was at the crucifixion was actually there, it would have been like Woodstock. I was actually at Woodstock. That was a weird gig. I fed off a flower person, and I spent the next six hours watching my hand move."
3rd April 2002
Well, day before yesterday, Monday, I stuffed around and achieved bugger all all day. I did no homework, and the only place I went all day was the supermarket, to by produce, bacon and other sensible stuff, as my head was still hurting over the weekend sugar fest. Actually, at about 11, my flatmate and I went to the Willowbank to buy ice cream to have with the apple crumble he'd made.
Yesterday I had a study meeting at lunch, doing Beowulf translation, we got very little done, but it was nice. Then I visited Alana and watched her clean her fish tank, before coming home and stuffing around some, and watched Roswell and Xena, and had a nice quiet night. And I got a tentative nod out of Si for someone to go to the Circus with.
Today I got up and somehow lost track of time playing Creatures 3 until about noon, when I discovered my credit card had arrived in the mail. So I got on a little buzz. Anyway, I then drop something off to a friend, and went to install some stuff for my brother - his 'puter is SO unhealthy. And that ate a big chunk out of my afternoon. Then after stuffing around at home a bit more, I got hold of Si and we agreed to go to the Circus tonight. And then I got ready, and ate a quick tea, thinking Si was going to give me a ride there - but well, I hadn't actually asked for a ride, so he pulled the plug on the whole Circus thing, as I didn't have quite long enough to get there under my own power. At this point I started crying, which I was really not happy about, I hate to cry, but lately I've been doing a lot of it, I don't know if I'm sick, or just really tired, but lately I just break down really easily. I mean crying over not going to a Circus I wasn't that worried about seeing anyway is amazingly stupid. Then when i was just getting over that Si says something about how all his friends are crap anyway, at which stage I break down AGAIN, this time really needing to go offline. So I rang Aaron, and made him visit me, especially as I was in an "I should kill myself just to spite him" mood. And that would be even stupid-er than the whole breaking down into tears thing. Anyway, Aaron stayed for about an hour and a half, by which stage I was nicely settled, and decided to come online and apologise for having treated Si as a taxi service, to find he wasn't online, and then to be told he was. Yay for being on people's invisible list. Okay, I was in the wrong, but I didn't think I was invisible list wrong. But then maybe I was. Damn it, he's one of the few friends I would really rather not lose, especially not over something as trival as the Circus.
And I found out one of my friends is in hospital. It's really not shaping up to be a good night. And I still have done almost no homework all Easter, and yet I'm now as stressed as I would have been if I'd done nothing but homework. Somedays I really do think it would make a lot of sense to just top myself, it's not like I'm contributing anything useful to the world. Or ever likely to.
Today's quote is from "School Hard" - a season two episode of Buffy..
We come from the fire Livin' in the fire Go back to the fire Turn the world around We come from the water Livin' in the water Go back to the water Turn the world around We come from the mountain Livin' on the mountain Go back to the mountain Turn the world around Oh, oh so is life Oh, oh so is life Oh, oh so is life Oh, oh so is life Do you know who I am Do I know who you are See we one another clearly Do we know who we are Oh, oh so is life A ba tee wah ha so is life Oh, oh so is life A ba tee wah ha so is life Water make the river River wash the mountain Fire make the sunlight Turn the world around Heart is of the river Body is the mountain Spirit is the sunlight Turn the world around
6th April 2002
Thursday I ate SO much comfort food. In the morning I was still mucho depressed and sulky. So after trying to cheer myself up with just a little Creatures3, I dropped some stuff I'd borrowed off my mother back (Velvet Goldmine is a very weird movie, not helped by the mood I was in on Wednesday night when I saw it), then headed into town. I had to drop a video back to Catriona, as I'd had it since my flatwarming. Then went into town, put a film in to be processed, came back via varsity, and bumped into Susan, and spent a few hours with her. It was good, as I don't see her nearly often enough. (Ergh, reading this, who would believe I was an English honours student.) Then I went home (via the Willowbank where I hit on the attendant, and loaded up on comfort food), and found that a book I'd ordered had finally arrived at UBS, so headed back in to get it, after seeing my flatmate and confirming that I had done anything too stupid or self-destructive the night before. So I picked up the book, which unsurprisingly cost a fair bit more than what they had assured me it would cost - books from UBS always seem to. So I Then I stopped past Becky and Key's on the way home,borrowed Miss Congeniality, got pork mince from the supermarket, and came home to watch the vid and eat spaghetti bolognese (pork mince is SO good). By which stage I'd pumped over $20 worth of crap food into myself, and a real meal was nutritionally unnecessary, but psychologically very important. So I ate my meal while watching Sandra Bullock playing her usual Sandra Bullock. Then I came online, having planned a huge email apology to Simon, to have him uninvisible list me, and apologise to me... So I guess stuff is better. As by the time I headed off to bed, things were actually seeming pretty good.
I woke at 5 on Friday morning, as I'd left my 'puter running Creatures3 overnight (buying that game was SO not a smart move, it's eating my life away), and the buzzing from my 'puter woke me up. Then I lay about trying to go back to sleep until it was time to get up and go have lunch with Aaron and Alana. We went to Planet Pancake and used up my vouchery thing. The food was pretty good, except that Alana couldn't eat her omelet. Then I headed homevia the Warehouse, and every book store along George Street trying to find a decent book to give Moira, but there was nothing I could afford. So I got home and found my World Poetry book from ENGL319 and my 100 NZ Short Short Stories from ENGL124, and took them with my to Ross Home. I've been putting off visiting her for ages, as she had a stroke, and I was expecting the worst, but as far as I can tell it only affected her hearing and her ability to walk, so the visit was actually fun, and I had a good long chat with her. Then I came home, realised I had photos to pick up, walked back into town, and got the photos. I look SO ugly in all of them... though that would be because I am. Then I came home, made tea, had a long chat toTash on the phone and headed to Aaron's flatwarming. As a non-stoner, it was a crap party. I couldn't even go into his flat because of the smell of the smoke. So I sat on the porch talking to people. Then Tash dragged me off to fetch one of her friends, and we headed into go to Bath St. But it was dead, so we ended up at KCs, where I was seriously drooling over one of the staff. Talk about hot. Anyway, eventually Tash dragged me off, though I'd have happily stayed there all night, just for that one piece of eye candy. But we wandered the streets for a bit, went to a few places that didn't seem worth it and ended up buying ridiculous amounts of junk food at Countdown and going to one of Tasha's friends flat, until about four in the morning. Then I walked home, discovering when I went to bed that I'd split my boxer shorts. It'll learn me for dancing dodgily. Though they weren't boxers I wear often, as with my stupid'n'ugly cone-shape body, satin boxers lead to my trousers falling off.
I woke up far too early this morning, but don't actually feel that tired, considering I've had almost no sleep. But then I had sugar, and sugar cures all. Anyway, I'm doing laundry, and then I really have to start the huge assignment I have due on Monday. I am SO far behind in all my varsity work. I'm sure the dark master(bator) is saving a special place for me in bad student hell.
Today's quote is from "Turn the World Around" by Harry Belafonte..
I first saw you when I was ten And your stepmother was an alien You were attacked by an alien bag And Dan Akroyd he was your dad One day I turned my TV on And Saw you dancing at the bronze Where all the kids just wanna dance Oh Willow I wanna be your man (Chorus) Alyson, Alyson Hannigan, I can't wait til tuesday to see you again Alyson (Bridge) Willow Let's Go (End part) Your stepmother was an alien I love you Alyson Hannigan Alyson
10th April 2002
Saturday went on the way it started, I didn't leave the flat all day, I still did practically nothing constructive.
Sunday, I started to do actual work. And a part from a couple of study breaks to go online and talk to my ex, and a longer one to go to my mother's for tea (for the first time since I moved out) I was either doing work or checking on my Norns in Creatures3 all day.
By lunchtime on Monday, when I printed out my 20% assignment for the paper the English department thought was too soft for me to be doing, it was at 5,500 words. And my head hurt. Thinking = Bad. After my class I bumped into Midget, who was panicking about having possibly dinted someones car. But it was on Scarfieland, and everyone other car has a dent in it anyway, so I talked her out of worrying - which possibly makes me bad people. Oh well, anyway, then I met up with Tina, and wandered around with her for a bit, eventually going to Nina's. Then after tea Tina came around and we watched Legally Blonde on DVD (though zone 1, and I got all paranoid about my machine getting stuck on zone 1, being that all my DVDs are zone 4), it's no a bad movie... no Clueless, but I doubt there will ever a movie to top Clueless.
Yesterday, the morning was eaten away by Creatures3. Then I headed into town, considering auditioning for Showstoppers, but then my brain kicked in, so I stuffed around with Tina, and eventually went to Ice Age. It's not too bad a movie - but mostly just Fox trying to do Pixar. And a shameless merging rip-off of Shrek and Monsters Inc, which some added The Land Before Time. Then last night Aaron came round to make sure I wasn't getting too whacky about having the house to myself, which was good, as if he hadn't, I probably would have been. And we both got roped in by Big Brother, damn it. I was really hoping to avoid it this year, and now, after the first episode, I'm already hooked. Damn it all.
Aaron visiting also has the bonus of talking about his ex, and distracting me from my near constant thinking about mine. I am So getting more nutty with time, it's been over three years, I really have to start working on getting less nutty, or just topping myself and ending the nuttiness entirely.
Anyway, I should go see if I have readings I have to do for Dr Nick's class - so I can carefully not do them... Actually, maybe I'll html my THEA304 assignment, and and it up on my webpage...
Today's quote is from "Alyson Hannigan Song".
Willow: "Well, when I'm with a boy I like, it's hard for me to say anything cool, or witty... or at all. I can usually make a few vowel sounds, and then I have to go away."
14th April 2002
Well, I did no readings for Dr Nick's class, and I hated it LOTS. Then in the evening I got myself in a bad head space over you know who, and ended up going to Nina's and watching The Princess Diaries (of all things) with her and Tina, so I could escape myself a while.
Thursday I got up and did my lab prep, showered and got to my lab after half the students. It went okay, but the class was getting pretty paranoid about their exit tests. Then I stuffed around WAY too much and ended up rush jobbing the work I had to do for Ian, making it look like I hadn't done anything in the previous two weeks, which was actually about right. Then after coming home and having tea, I headed down to The Cook, and met up with Wormgirl and her friends. So how I ended up drinking a LOT, and hitting on one of Wormgirl's friends, Tara. Though I strongly doubt the alcohol was actually a contributing factor, just a useful excuse.
Friday I was SO tired, but otherwise felt really good. Chaucer was okay, even if we have two stupid but overly opinionated guys in the class who really don't know when to shut up. Then I headed home, after chatting with Susan for a while. And then Wormgirl visited me, possibly for the last time ever. I am going to miss her So much. She's one of my best friends, and lately they've all been leaving me. Though atleast Tina comes back for visits... but Wormgirl isn't going to be able to. She's going far too far away. Damn Athens Georgia not being closer at hand, like Te Anau is. Friday night I went out with Midget, and picked up Aaron and Duncan on the way to meet her. We had a fun night, I drunk a fair bit for the second night in a row. And for the second night it was mostly beer. I am So on the way to becoming an old drunk. And I'm becoming a skank, I even offered to suck on one of my friend's necks - it almost made sense, but still...
Saturday, not long after I climbed out of bed I went online, as was invited to go walkies with Si and Renate. It was really nice, we did the other half of the Taieri Millenium Track. It is really user friendly, a fact I kept bitching about. I mean, you could probably have got a wheel chair along it. Which set Si off bitching about my being lousy company. So I eventually stopped. The walk was really nice though, and afterwards I crashed at Si's and watched some TV with him. And as I do, I did a nasty head job on myself - though I still haven't entirely processed it, so am not entirely sure where my head is going about it. I am such a nut. I ended up rather late for Michiel's birthday, and for no appearant reason Midget was REALLY getting on my nerves there, so I was kind of glad that my night as it was planned with her fell apart when she buggered off home. Then I head off to Elizabeth's Cluedo theme flatwarming, where I played the stick in the mud all night, and then came home somewhere after 2 in the morning, to get home and not be able to sleep due to noise in my head. Stupid thinking. When did thinking ever help anyone.
Today I was woken by someone ringing for the second day in a row. Grrrrrrrrr phones. Then I sat online for a while before heading off with Aaron to the Gypsy fair. Which I wasted a whole lot of money at, and have nothing to show for it. Then came back via the roleplaying thing Tina was at, and chatted to her for a while. then came home and have net geeked since. I was supposed to be translating all day... but haven't. Damn. I'm getting so far behind in quite a few subjects, and don't look likely to do much to catch up anytime soon. I have an evil 3,000 worder due in a week, and haven't started the readings. 3rd class honours here I come.
Today's quote is from "Welcome to the Hellmouth".
I'm sexy, I'm cute! I'm popular to boot! I'm bitchin', great hair! The boys all love to stare! I'm wanted, I'm hot! I'm everything your not! I'm pretty, I'm cool! I dominate this school! Who am I? Just guess! Guys wanna touch my chest! I'm rockin'! I smile! And many think I'm vile. I'm flyin', I jump! You can look but don't you hump! Whoo! I'm major, I roar! I swear I'm not a whore! We cheer and we lead! We act like we're on speed! Don't hate ate us cause we're beautiful well we don't like u either! We're cheerleaders! We are cheerleaders! ROLL CALL! Call me Big Red! I'm Wh Wh Whitney C C C Courtney! Roar! Dude, it's Darcy! I'm Big Bad Carver! Yeah! Just call me Kasey! O! I'M STILL! BIG RED! I sizzle, I scourch! But now I pass the tourch! The ballots, are in! And one girl had to win! She's perky, she's fun! And now she's number 1! K kick it Torrance! T T T Torrance! *Music introducing Torrance* I'm strong and I'm loud! I'm gonna make u proud! I'm T T Torrance! Your captain Torrance! Let's, go, Toros! We are the Toros! The mighty might Toros! We're so terrific! WE MUST BE TOROS!
16th April 2002
Yesterday, I had a class at 12, and another at 2, and attended them both only in body. Then in the evening I learned I'd won the Harry Potter contest in the Critic. Then spent the evening chatting to Tash on the phone, and watching Dark Angel with my flatmate. It's utter crap, the first series was pretty good, but it's gone so far down. I expect better from television.
This morning I woke up really bitter and angry, as the result of an unremembered dream. but it was like the dream had been a truffle hunting pig, and had disturbed the earth I had built up, releasing the fungal spores of something I thought I had nicely bottled away in the back of my brain, so I'd never have to deal with it. So I went for a very early morning jog to try and straighten my head out. I ran down to the Gardens in only a couple of minutes, and then started up Gladstone Rd. I had only got to Aquinus (and the start of the real hill), and I suddenly couldn't run anymore so powerwalked the way home - and must have looked like a right tosser. And I got back just after 7am, and didn't feel any better. Yay for being an emotional cripple. Anyway, I then did some homework, had breakfast and went on the net to email by draft to my supervisor, and ended up staying on the net for ages, getting myself into a state - mostly over the stuff I'd woken up angry about but couldn't talk about with the person involved, as I'm supposed to have dealt with it ages ago - and it'll hopefully bugger off again without causing me too much anguish. Then Aaron dragged me out. Which was probably a good thing, as I really wasn't going to end up doing good things to myself. We went to town and stuffed around, and eventually got Wendy's. I got a drink with a freakishly oversized straw that made me look like a midget. Then I got my prize from Critic, a Harry Potter adult covers boxset. They are so lax on security there, I just went in and asked for the prize, I didn't even have to say who I was and they gave it to me. Patrick really should check on his security. And his staffs intelligence. Then I bumped into That First Year wot-is-now-a-second-year (TFYwinasy), no so accidentally, and discovered that six weeks is long enough for someone to forget they are scared of me. Something that could be useful to know in the future. then after making Aaron go to his class, and spending some time with Di the Bi and a couple of my other friends, and fetching answers for this weeks chem lab, I quite accidentally bumped into TFYwinasy, and this time got a cheesy smile. So I had a momentary buzz of warm happy. Then I visited Tash at Art School, and got given a tour, and given a pictureI asked her to draw for my web page over a year ago. Someday I'll have to scan it. Then back to varsity, and a meeting with my supervisor about the draft, then home, via a visit to Karen's, and a trip to the stupermarket with Aaron. And I've spent the evening watching TV. Joy for me.
Anyway, I'm off to sleep, or atleast curl up in bed and fixate on what a head-case I am all night.
Today's quote is from Bring It On.
Waiting for the aliens, hanging out in Roswell I sit outside and stare at the sky And wonder when they're coming Waiting for the aliens, and according to statistics A hundred guys might get a ride Tonight it could be my turn Beam me up, I want to be abducted tonight Beam me up, I'm not afraid to fly that high Beam me up, I want to be abducted tonight And I was wondering before you take me home again Could I fly your ship, I wanna fly your ship Fly your ship, I wanna fly your ship One time around the sun, one time around the moon One time around the Earth, stars, Venus and Mars Baby I'll be home soon Waiting for the aliens, I've seen all the movies I'm so prepared to go up there I know they're gonna choose me Waiting for the aliens, packing my possessions When I get my place in outerspace You can say you knew me Beam me up, I want to be abducted tonight Beam me up, I'm not afraid to fly that high Beam me up, I want to be abducted tonight And I was wondering before you take me home again Could I fly your ship, I wanna fly your ship Fly your ship, I wanna fly your ship One time around the sun, one time around the moon One time around the Earth, stars, Venus and Mars Baby I'll be home soon I bet they'll have alot of questions & maybe some suggestions I bet they're gonna ask me about mans's insanity "You've got a real nice planet here, But you better watch your atmosphere And you better clean your waters up, or have none for your cup" Beam me up
20th April 2002
Wednesday, I spent working on my ENGL480 presentation, and avoiding starting my ENGL471 essay (which I still haven't started). Then I went off to my 471 lecture,and for the first time in my life, actually managed tostay awake through an entire Hamlet (we watched the one with Mel Gibson) so I finally know what actually happens in Hamlet. Then in the evening Si came round and I completely failed to help him with his CHEM201 lab reports, instead I just got him pissed off at me. And after he left I went to start doing 471 work, but was grumpy so went to bed and sulked instead. I am SO screwed in the head.
Thursday, I had my lab in the morning, it was pretty good, except the first years did a crappy job of cleaning up so I was stuck behind for ages,and got an acid burn on my thumb. And I think one of my students (who is older than me) might be hitting on me - but I'm not sure, as it's just the kind of stuff I do whenI'm interested in someone, and I'm pretty sure other people probably don't think the way I do. Anyway, going out with a student would send me straight to bad person hell. So I was a few minutes late to meet Natasha at Art School, so she'd given up and left. I drifted back to Varisty and chatted to her little sister instead, until I met up with Alana, who shouted me a smoothie at Capers. It was fun, but I probably should have used the time to start doing my 471. After my meetings with my hons and the theatre supervisors I came home and spent the whole evening failing to do any 471. I am So skilled....
Yesterday, I had ENGL407 in the morning, and I always enjoy my Chaucer classes, even if the Midget was being snotty. Then I had my first 401 class for the year, a short talk about what homework we have to do, and how little of what we were supposed to have done while the lecturer was away that I've actually done. Then I went to lunch, and chatted to Tasha's sister for a while as I was eating, then dropped by the public library to return a book just in time to not get fined before going to the Central Library with John-boy and we worked on our presentations. It was actually vaguely fun, as twisted as that seems. But then we had to head along to the room we were giving them in, at which point all the fun was gone. I was up first, and I went overtime - quite significantly, and then no-one asked a single question about my topic - not one at all. This was after a few of the academic staff started giggling during my speech. I wasn't hugely happy, but my supervisor said it went fine, so I'll trust him. All the other speeches went pretty well, and everyone else got a whole lot of intelligent questions and only got laughed at when they made jokes, or with the german girl, made cute mispronounciations. Atleast afterward the English department bought us pizza and drinks at Filadefios. Just as I was getting sick of there, Aaron walked past so I stopped him, and then convinced him he wanted to watch vids with me, and we went to town to get Dancer in the Dark, but we ended up borrowing Bring It On off my Becky. It's such a great movie. I want me a Cheerleading Squad.
Anyway, I should go start my 471, as being online means talking to my ex, and with how weird things are right now, I think I need to stop doing that as much, as I've decided it's time to properly start to sort out my shit, deal with it and start to move on. Who knows, it may even work. Bye...
Today's quote is Waiting For The Aliens by The Toyes.
Soc. I perceive, Ion; and I will proceed to explain to you what I imagine to be the reason of this. The gift which you possess of speaking excellently about Homer is not an art, but, as I was just saying, an inspiration; there is a divinity moving you, like that contained in the stone which Euripides calls a magnet, but which is commonly known as the stone of Heraclea. This stone not only attracts iron rings, but also imparts to them a similar power of attracting other rings; and sometimes you may see a number of pieces of iron and rings suspended from one another so as to form quite a long chain: and all of them derive their power of suspension from the original stone. In like manner the Muse first of all inspires men herself; and from these inspired persons a chain of other persons is suspended, who take the inspiration. For all good poets, epic as well as lyric, compose their beautiful poems not by art, but because they are inspired and possessed. And as the Corybantian revellers when they dance are not in their right mind, so the lyric poets are not in their right mind when they are composing their beautiful strains: but when falling under the power of music and metre they are inspired and possessed; like Bacchic maidens who draw milk and honey from the rivers when they are under the influence of Dionysus but not when they are in their right mind. And the soul of the lyric poet does the same, as they themselves say; for they tell us that they bring songs from honeyed fountains, culling them out of the gardens and dells of the Muses; they, like the bees, winging their way from flower to flower. And this is true. For the poet is a light and winged and holy thing, and there is no invention in him until he has been inspired and is out of his senses, and the mind is no longer in him: when he has not attained to this state, he is powerless and is unable to utter his oracles.
Many are the noble words in which poets speak concerning the actions of men; but like yourself when speaking about Homer, they do not speak of them by any rules of art: they are simply inspired to utter that to which the Muse impels them, and that only; and when inspired, one of them will make dithyrambs, another hymns of praise, another choral strains, another epic or iambic verses- and he who is good at one is not good any other kind of verse: for not by art does the poet sing, but by power divine. Had he learned by rules of art, he would have known how to speak not of one theme only, but of all; and therefore God takes away the minds of poets, and uses them as his ministers, as he also uses diviners and holy prophets, in order that we who hear them may know them to be speaking not of themselves who utter these priceless words in a state of unconsciousness, but that God himself is the speaker, and that through them he is conversing with us. And Tynnichus the Chalcidian affords a striking instance of what I am saying: he wrote nothing that any one would care to remember but the famous paean which; in every one's mouth, one of the finest poems ever written, simply an invention of the Muses, as he himself says. For in this way, the God would seem to indicate to us and not allow us to doubt that these beautiful poems are not human, or the work of man, but divine and the work of God; and that the poets are only the interpreters of the Gods by whom they are severally possessed. Was not this the lesson which the God intended to teach when by the mouth of the worst of poets he sang the best of songs? Am I not right, Ion?
23rd April 2002
Well Saturday ended up mostly wasted, I just kept staring at Coleridge's Biographia Literaria and getting amazing amounts of nowhere. Atleast Tash visited, so I didn't go entirely mental.
Sunday, went much the same, I spent a huge chunk of the day studying, but didn't actually manage to get anything done, except feed my growing hatred of Coleridge. Eventually my Aunt Jude came and gave me a ride to my grandmother's, as it was her birthday. I quite like my grandparents, sometimes I swear my parents were adopted. Actually, on the topic of parents, I finally got caught up on what was happening with the boy retard who dumped her, the little tosser had planned it rather nicely, and made off with far more than his fair share of the stuff. I will have to resist the urge to break his neck should I ever meet up with him again. Atleast I'll never have to pretend to like him again, and can be open in my utter disdain.
Yesterday, I started writing essay, until it was time to go to THEA304, which was lots of fun, then I returned home, after a frustrating trip to the library, and did more essay.
This morning I got up and did more essay. And at just after 10, I finished it. Though essay could be a bit strong a term. It was within the set word count range. And I guess it was prose - only by default, as it wasn't poetry. Pretty much it was over 2,000 words of pointless shite. I'm hoping Dr Nick gives me marks for the structural irony. Then Beowulf, which went rather nicely, over a glass of mead - drinking before lunch, I'm terrible. I went to Art School at lunch and then went into town to get Wendy's with Tash. And from then on today was pretty much wasted. Random Link of the Day: Evolution bad.
Today's quote is from Ion.
It’s been one week since you looked at me Cocked your head to the side and said “I’m angry” Five days since you laughed at me saying “Get that together come back and see me” Three days since the living room, I realized it’s all my fault, but couldn’t tell you Yesterday you’d forgiven me But it’ll still be two days till I say I’m sorry
29th April 2002
I've got bad at writting again.
Wednesday, ummm, I read Plato's Ion, and went to my 471 class - where the only person I find even vaguely attractive in all my classes this year, wasn't in attendence. But otherwise it wasn't too bad, especially as the class finished early, as no-one had anything much to say on the topic. Then in the evening I went to my cousin's for a dinner party - which was pretty nice, even if I only knew one of her friends, and it was someone I've always been scared of. And i got a blister walking home.
Thursday was Anzac day, I spent the morning doing homework, on my play, and generally making it worse and then saving over my backup, so I'll have to retype a pile of stuff I killed back in. Wahoo. Then wandered over to return Renate's water bottles, which she refilled and delivered me home with. So then I was home again and desperate to not do homework, so visited Bruno, and was introduced to the great game Liero (which I later discovered XP doesn't run). Then I stopped by uni and had a long chat with Si's flatmate and a few of her friends, before eventually getting hot chicken-salted chips from the Willowbank for tea. And coming home to an evening of trying to make DOS games run under XP.
Friday, classes and meetings pretty much solid from 9am till 3pm - like school :oP - And for some reason at my THEA304 meeting I gave my Lecturer my web address so he could compare my play with my old one - though it means he'll now know that I'm nutty, instead of just guessing it. Doh. In the evening I went out on the town with Midget, Rach, Rach's boy Chris, Aaron and Katie. It wasn't too bad, but I was a bit grumpy.
Sweet, the dancing demon in Once More With Feeling is played by Cat off Red Dwarf.
Saturday I downloaded Dink Smallwood while I was fixing up my families 'puter. Then came home to spend the rest of the day playing it.
Yesterday, I moved on to playing Falcon's Eye - Nethack. And that pretty much ate my day away.
Anyway, I should go shower, I'm supposed to be meeting Claire for morning tea soon.
Today's quote is "One Week" by Barenaked Ladies.