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The Very Secret Diary of Legolas
Time:
8:01 pm.
Mood:
amused.
This seems ill-advised. And yet, I am compelled. So here you go:
The Very Secret Diary of Legolas
Day One: Whee!
Day Two: I like to run!
Day Three: I look good when I run!
Day Four: I also look good standing still. Running across Riddermark v. good excercise. I swear my butt has just gotten firmer. Is that even possible?
Day Six: Is Gimli staring at my butt?
Day Seven: No wonder he's always lagging behind.
Day Eight: Unnerving moment when bumped into Eomer. Thought he might be prettier than me until he took off helmet. Fortunately he looks like an aardvark. He hit on Gimli but I warned him right off. Nobody tries it on with my dwarf.
Am still the prettiest.
Day Nine: Pile of dead and smoking Orc corpses so not pretty. Aragorn showed off and went on and on regarding hobbits laying about tied up. Do not know why he thinks kinky hobbit games so important.
Still prettiest.
Day Ten: Bother! Fangorn Forest. Leaf mold terrible for my complexion.
Still prettiest but a bit on clammy, unwashed side.
Day Eleven: Bumped into Gandalf who is all sparkly white now. Asked him, "Who do you have to blow to get last bottle of bleach in Middle Earth anyway?" Gandalf said, "The Balrog." So not worth it.
Am rethinking, though. Roots are showing.
Still prettiest although at this rate for how long?
Day Twelve: Asked Gandalf for Balrog's number. Gandalf said I couldn't call him. I told him not to be jealous and posessive. He said he wasn't, it was just that he killed Balrog last week.
Note to self: never date Gandalf.
Day Fifteen: Arrived in Edoras. V. upset. Suspect Eowyn may be prettier than me. Most unexpected as always thought shield-maidens were more hefty, pear-shaped types.
Not the prettiest! V. bitter.
Day Nineteen: Aragorn stood up to Theoden today. Aragorn so butch. Have goosebumps.
Day Twenty: Poke bonnet absolutely hideous. No longer even remotely pretty. Considering suicide.
Day Twenty-seven: Exeunt Aragorn, pursued by wolves of Isengard. On con side: Am stuck with ugly necklace. On pro side: No longer have to wear poke bonnet. Am pretty again!
Day Twenty-nine: Aragorn back. Apparently taking header off cliff not as deadly as one would have thought. Told him to throw me down and shag me senseless, but he just clapped me on the shoulder in a manly fashion and said, "Yeah, it can get a little chapped sometimes but just put some lotion on it."
Aragorn just kind of a wanker, really.
Day Twenty-Nine: Battle of Helm's Deep so embarassing. If was not bad enough to face thought of death at the hands of smelly Orcs in backwater rural province, have now been saved at zero hour by Haldir showing up with really bad weave.
On plus side, Eowyn stuck in rancid cave. Perhaps will develop cave blight. Then I will be prettiest forever.
Day Thirty Battle over. Gandalf always fashionably late it seems. Hopes for after-battle quickie dashed because Aragorn sulking over postcard from Faramir. Is jealous over Ringbearer. Told him Sam will kill Faramir if he tries anything but Aragorn not cheered up.
Sod him. Have received suggestive note from Eomer. Will go see if what they say about men of Riddermark is actually true.
No one has bothered to get Eowyn out of cave yet. Still the prettiest by far!
2nd March 2003 - Chad, Bp. and Conf.
Well, ummm, it has been a while.
Tuesday I went shopping for masks, and did a couple of things at varsity. Somewhere alone the way I think I lost my Sailor Jupiter watch, which is a pain, as it was pretty cool - and a gift, so I get to feel extra bad for losing something someone gave to me. Anyway, then I came home and packed for camp. I got Buffy episode 7.15 'Get It Done' down just in time to watch before I went, but it wouldn't play (it would later turn out I just needed a newer codec). So slightly grumpy I went and got satay for tea and then boarded the bus for Waiora - which I hate. Atleast my name turned out to be on all the lists, so my paranoia about it all being a big prank someone with good forgery skills was playing on me turned out to be just paranoia. Anyway, camp started with grabbing rooms, and then a lecture about physical pharmacy, methods of delivering drugs into the body and why we should all want to do post-grad. Then the liquor came out, and soon we were all around a campfire wasting time and drinking the night away.
Wednesday we had some lectures and much stuffing around and swimming in the frigid swimming hole. I made a big point out of staying in for ages, even though it was bloody cold, just to prove how manly I am. I am such a 'tard. Then I spent ages walking around in just shorts, something I wouldn't have been able to do a year ago, but somehow being the one and only fat person in the 120 person pharmacy class made me feel a lot better about it for the afternoon. So my fat tummy got a day of sunshine - and no-one mocked it. Anyway, in the evening we had a big dinner, and I somehow ended up sitting with the lecturers. Which got me in the first group to go up for food, but also lead to my having the lecturers in audience when I washed my pills down with strongly alcoholic punch. Though it turned out with the pills I'm on that that was ok. And then I found out in the chat the followed that the freaky dreams I've been having recently aren't just me going crazy, but are a product of my drugs. Then the evening once more turned to a night of drinking as scoobie doo theme costumes and a few more kegs were broken out. And under peer pressure I caved and got quite drunk, and shamelessly hit on someone who'd had on of the best costumes - and it plain hot. Fortunately my advances were politely ignored. Anyway, after bad drunken dancing with strange girls, I headed off to bed before one - long before pretty much anyone else. I'm such an old man.
Thursday we had some more lectures, though mostly fun social ones and then stuffed around and cleaned up. I am almost tempted to join the Medical company of the territorials. Anyway, then there was cleaning and only one bus, which was making two trips. Being not the kind of person to fight for a place in the first trip I lay in the sun and talked to people and dozed and got horribly sunburnt before catching the bus home.
Friday morning I had an english test to prove I can understand it. I'm kind of hoping I've failed it. Anyway, then, after picking up my Physiology lab manual, I went to the Dunedin Central Police Station - somewhere I've never been before. I got shown into a room just like in the american tv shows, with a big see-thru plastic wall and thick metal bars and talked to Becky, a childhood friend of mine, through holes going down into the stainless steel table. It was kind of freaky, and she is far too nice a girl to be in such an unpleasant place, especially when she just made a dumb mistake, it's not like she maliciously broke the law. Then I went back to varsity and hung out with Catriona for a while, and then Midget, before going to the Adams building and finding out my grouping (and thus, timetable). I'm in group D, which fails to also include the one person in pharmacy I suspect I'm going to end up with a crush on, which is possibly a good thing - no labs together reduces the likelihood of my making a fool of myself. Friday night I meet Midget in town, and was generally tired and grumpy so still ended up having an early night.
Saturday I had work, and then failed utterly to go out dancing like I was supposed to in the evening. Oh well.
Today I played some Ultima Online, and am getting used to my new shard, my old one seeming to have died on me. Then I headed to market day, picked up a CD from Echo, visited Becky again, went to my grandparents, and scratched the CD I bought before I even got it home - so it skips and won't play. And it was $45. Fortunately I managed to get it to copy, and the copy plays ok.
Anyway, I have to get up in seven hours as varsity starts tomorrow. Damn.
Today's quote is from the very humourous The original pervy hobbit fancier journal.
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4th March 2003 - Fat Tuesday
I am not liking pharmacy, and so far I haven't even had a full day, there has been something cancelled both days so far. Hopefully it will get better, otherwise I'll quit and go back to English and do a masters.
Tina's boy brought me more Firefly last night, and I'm really enjoying it. But then it is by Joss.
And as of a couple of hours ago when the sun went down, I'm on lent again. About the same as I did last year, I'm giving up:
Ice Cream
Chocolate
Lollies
Caffine
Alcohol
Pies
Fish'n'chips and similar takeaways
Cakes and Biscuits
and possibly red meat (though I'll have to see how it goes - it might just become no red meat on fridays).
So hopefully I'll do okay at sticking to it. I'm also thinking I might not ever use the pharmacy elevator, being that most of the classes are in the 5th floor or above.
And I'm getting annoyed with my new Ultima shard. The people there are just crap role-players. It may be easier system wise, but the people are crap. I so wish that First Sundering would just work for me a bit better.
And I'm out of anything intelligent to write, so I might head off and watch some Firefly, and then sleep.
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5th March 2003 - Ash Wednesday
I think someone has cursed me, in the last few days I keep ripping things. My good clothes, my bed linen. It's a pain in the arse.
Anyway. Pharmacy is bad. It lead me to discover I have an inner chemist. I found this out while it was screaming in pain through Physical Pharmacy - which just doesn't use chem right. Hopefully the actual chem papers will turn out to be less frustrating.
I still haven't had a full day of classes, as my wednesday labs start next week, and one of my lecturers is sick. And yet I still already want to drop out.
And insult to injury, in my day of feeling extra crap and craving all the things I ate lots of yesterday but now can't have till easter, my Ultima character was killed while being an innocent passer-by.
I need a life, or possibly to just plain die already.
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9th March 2003
Well, I spent most of this week wanting to drop out of pharmacy. I realised I've become completely apathetical about actually doing pharmacy. but then I'm feeling that way about most things at the moment. I'm pretty sure that if I let myself I'd just curl up in bed and stay there until I died.
Okay, possibly doesn't take a psychic to show I'm not all sunshine and puppies tonight.
Anyway, Thursday and Friday I had half days of pharmacy, as my labs don't start till next week. On Thursday after classes I visited Catriona, to introduce her to the wonder that is Firefly, and then came home and blobbed until I had to head in to my math test. It was stupid, and computerised, and printed out our results for us as we left. So I knew I had passed before I left the room.
Friday arvo I spent some time at varisty and in town with Alana and Aaron, and then came home to spent the afternoon not doing anything constructive or not. And then Friday evening went to television as I hid away in my room.
Yesterday I had my last day at Countdown. Then I once again hid alone in my room for the night and wallowed in self pity. Fortunately Tina distracted me from it for a while with a nice long toll-call through which I got to joke about her problems and forget about all the crap I had going on in my head.
Today I've spent doing pretty much nothing. I mean, for big chunks of the day I've actually managed to do absolutely nothing. I have a book I'm in the middle of which I haven't even touched, and I've barely even touched my gameboy. I've also just noticed that my brain seems to not entirely be working tonight. Spelling is taking actual effort, which is frustrating.
And I'm feeling crap. I have the whole sad flat thing going on, which I'm kind of used to, but still, it's never pleasant. Wahoo for depression. Atleast in a few more weeks my doctor is going to be looking into my medication again, as not taking a drug which makes me even more depressed than I usually am would most likely be a good thing.
And the fact I feel all weird about talking to my friends about stuff doesn't help much either. But I'm pretty sure none of them would want to hear it anyway. And then there is my wonderful ability to convince myself that my friends don't like me. And I think I keep taking things out of context and blowing them up several orders of magnitude. I mean, I had convinced my self that one of my best friends, possibly even my best friend, is only friends with me as he hasn't come up with a polite way to say he would rather not be. And in my head that seems to make perfect sense until I actually think about it. Okay, I'm a nut.
Anyway, I should go. Sometimes writing in this thing cheers me up. But this time wasn't one of them.
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11th March 2003 - Keys of Easter. Sun in Aries. Vernal Equinox. (okay, that's how the Sarum lists it, but I'm too lazy to see if any of those are actually still right, i'm just going with the Sarum)
Yesterday I had classes all day, and in the evening, after a short visit to Catriona's, I went to the farewell party for a guy, Tim, who I've known since first year, and who by now (when I'm writing this) should be in Australia. It was kind of fun, though I spent $7 on a very yummy fruit smoothie. I should not be allowed money.
Today started okayish - but then I had a Biochem lab - which I suck at. And everything kept going wrong, and I was feeling far to stupid to be at varsity, let alone in pharmacy. So then in a moment on general not goodneess I went to the Union to buy a chicken sandwhich for lunch and saw something that I decided to leap to a bunch of unsupported, if reasonably possibly, conclusions and put myself into an even worse mood. Then in my afternoon classes, both of them gave out internal assessment due quite soon and for reasonably chunky amounts, and both involve doing group work whihc will need to be practiced/organised in the next week. While at the same time the pharmacy timetable is EVIL. So I left there wishing I could hold my breath and just die. I was just completely miserable. I am really going to have to make sure when I see myh doctor next that my meds are changed, I was just a wreck. Anyway, I then bumped into someone who had just in the last day been dumped by one of my close friends, and he dragged me off to Subway in what I think was an attempt to cheer me up. So I cheated on Lent, as Subway is takeaways, which I've given up. I might have to flagellate myself in penance, or maybe wear a hair shirt or something. Anyway, he was just to damn happy, so I headed in to chem to get ready. Chem112 was great. I went from having felt miserable to being in pretty much as great a mood as I get these days. Ok, all my students seem weird, but the supervisor I am working with is cool, and was in my chem classes with me, way back when. Though he only remembers me as an extention of Giffy, but that's okay. She's a pretty good person to be remembered in relation to.
So, yeh. I might yet pull out of pharmacy, but I think I might try and atlesat stick at it this year. And if it still isn't working, I'll go back to the English department and do post grad.
And I really need to get either my meds or my head looked at. Or if technology is upto it, a lobotomy in which I only lose all my emotions and still retain what little smarts I have.
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13th March 2003 - Last day for Lent to begin
Yesterday started with me in a mood as bad as I'd had on Tuesday. But then it went up hill. At my third lecture of the day I found out I could possibly get an exemption from it. And it came out to be right. So I spent the break until my lab at two mostly organising it, and squeezing in a lunch with Tash. The lab was kinda boring, but that was ok, as it was all stuff I could do, which was a nice change from tuesdays lab. Then in the evening I was demonstrating again. My supervisor for wednesday is pretty easy going. Possibly a bit too easy going. For a chunk of the lab I was more onto it than he was. but it was still pretty fun.
Today, I had lectures, finalised my dropping PHCY256, and returned my uniform and name badge to Countdown. At lunch I went to a seminar on milk products from drug delivery that way being lectured my Catriona's dad, which was kind of fun. Anyway, after that I got myself a few posters (a Wonder Woman, a Farscape one and one of Miss Piggy posing for the Pulp Fiction poster) at the poster sale at varsity on the way home.
Umm, that's about all I feel like saying, I think I'm going to go curl up in bed with the novel I'm reading (Elvenborn by Norton and Lackey). I'm supposed to be at the pharmacy karaoke night, but I'm not in the mood for a big group of people, so I'm having a nice quiet one instead.
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17th March 2003 - Patrick, Bp. and Conf.
Friday was okay, I wagged couple of classes in the morning, and then after a nice easy lab, I came home and had an evening of hiding away by myself and being anti-social.
On Saturday after a morning of watching cartoons, I headed in and participated in the anti-war protest. Once the after-rally got a bit too dull, I headed shopping for a friend's birthday party. I almost visited Simon, being that I was reasonably close to his house, but decided he probably wouldn't be home. Anyway, I then returned home to another night of anti-socialness.
Yesterday, i visited my family at lunch time to find my mother had shot out for a few minutes, so after over two hours of waiting, I gave up and left - though I did atleast visit my brother, whose the one who keeps complaining that I never go around. Then in the evening I went to Alana's for tea, so she could vent her spleen.
Today I went to my first two classes, then wagged chem to go and have birthday lunch with Becky, who'd only invited Hayley and me to dine with her and Kez. I felt all special. I have been really slack at keeping in contact with them, they almost never invite me to anything social, and Becky still remembers me and invites me as one of her close friends to the intimate little lunch. *Does little dance of feeling special* Anyway, then I wasted the afternoon away on one thing and another, and generally didn't get anything useful done.
I am such a dumbarse, I have all this homework due this week, and none of it looks even remotely likely to happen.
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19th March 2003.
Yesterday I had school most of the day. Though I finished Elvenborn during my longer then usual lunch break (the Biochem lab finished early). It's not a bad read, in fact I'd even recommend the series, though I think the first one fo them is the best.
Today was pretty easy going, a couple of my classes were cancelled - which seems to be something of a trend in pharmacy, and I spent most of the day stuffing around and avoiding doing an assignment I am really going to have to do tomorrow sometime. Then after an early dinner I headed in to chem, tonight's lab was much less fun than last night, the kids just aren't as much fun.
And I'm being paranoid. I'm pretty sure, or have possibly just got it into my head over the past few weeks, that one of my best friends is sick of me and doesn't particularily want anything to do with me anymore. At first I just thought it was my normal crazy paranoia. But it's been a while now, and I'm beginning to think there may be something more to it.
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23rd March 2003 - Creation of Adam.
Thursday I had classes, then came home to do my assignment, but instead read Bios by Robert Charles Wilson. It was pretty good, but didn't live upto an earlier novel of his which I've read (Darwinia). Then in the evening I finally started my assignment, and was then up past midnight working on it.
Then got up at 6 to try and print it. But no, my printer seems to have died. So I emailed it to my varsity account and headed off to class. During the day for no appearant reason my foot began to hurt, and got progressively worse and worse. Anyway, after my first three lectures, I wagged chem and went to the library to print out my assignment and got it handed in and everything. Go me... Then I went into town and tried to get a new lab coat for dispensing, but the only place I know that sells them was closed. Which may prove to be a problem on Monday. Anyway, I got home to discover a had a giantly swollen toe - thus the pain. I tried soaking it in a foot bath, which just made it worse, and so any movement of my foot at all was quite painful. So I spent the afternoon in bed feeling pretty crap. My flatmate came home and made me put iodine cream on it, which actually made it a LOT better. Then I spent the evening being the anti-social blob I am, hiding in my room watching telly.
Saturday, I stuffed around for a while, and then Oli invited me around for a BBQ. It was pretty good. Then I headed around to Simon's and visited for a couple of hours before I dragged him out clubbing. I was being all good and lent doing, so stayed sober while he got all drunk. I suspect my sobriety led to my missing out on some fun, but that's the price I have to pay for my holier-than-thou attitude. At the end of the night I walked him home, as I wasn't comfortable with the idea of him walking around at that time of the morning by himself. So by the time I walked myself back through town and home again, it was quite late and I pretty much collapsed into bed.
Today I got up and after a while stuffing around I started to tidy my room. Then I had a group meeting for a assignment I've got due on tuesday, before returning home to tidy some more. Now only my desk looks as if something has exploded.
Anyway, I should go and sleep.
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26th March 2003.
On Sunday night I went to bed early, to try and make up for the lack of sleep. So of course this would be the night that Midget knocks on my window for no appearant reason at about midnight, waking me up. So Monday, I was just a little grumpy through my 9-5 of classes. In the evening I stuffed around, did my biochem homework, and slept.
Yesterday I had classes from ninein the morning till 9 at night, with only a tea break from 5-6, as my lunch break was lot to my Phcy261 group assessment. So by the end of it all, I was pretty much just tired and grumpy. Then Tina messaged asking if she could crash her, as she had a family emergency. So at about 2:30 in the morning Tina arrived and crashed for the night.
Today's 9 to 9 was maybe a bit easier. I'm my tiredness I decided to wag three hours of my classes. That, combined with my Phcy254 lab finishing an hour early, led to the day being quite survivable. Though I feel a bit guilty about my having missed stuff, but one of the classes I missed as Tina had to kill some time before meeting her family, and I wasn't inflicting that boring a class on her. And the other two hours I missed were optional anyway - ie. Phcy256, which I'm technically excused from doing.
I should probably go sleep. Atleast tomorrow should be a reasonably easy day at varsity.
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27th March 2003 - Resurrection of Our Lord.
Okay, I was going to write. But I'm suddenly not feeling up to it. So I think I might just go to bed and be all grumpy like.
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30th March 2003.
I missed more classes on Wednesday (two entries up), than I did in my previous two years at varsity. I was so good about classes when I was doing my useless BA, but now I'm doing an actually useful degree, I completely don't care.
Thursday wasn't too bad. After class I went into town for a while, bumped into Alana and wasted some time with her and then headed home.
Friday I had a couple of classes in the morning, then wagged my Phcy254 tutorial, as I wasn't feeling quite right and came home and blobbed until my Physiology lab. The lab would have been fine, if it wasn't for the fact that I have classmates. I fell asleep in it, but that was okay, it was when we actually started doing work that a few of my classmates started being complete pains, and I was tired and grumpy and entirely not in the mood for it, so I left as soon as I could, so I could get away before I went crazy and slew them all. Not long after getting home, I collapsed into bed. Turns out I'm sick. I caught a throat bug Tina was just getting over. Yay me. So Friday night was spent in bed and not at the flatwarming I was supposed to be going to.
Saturday I only left the house once all day, in the morning I went to the supermarket for fruit juice and stepsils. Other than that I did an amazing amount of absolutely nothing. Then in the evening (after the rugby) Tina dropped her stuff off here, as she was going to crash here, and then she headed off to a night of being social-like.
Sunday morning I slept late, and I woke feeling pretty crappy to realise I was Tina-less. She'd been out having fun all night. So I settled in for another day of feeling miserable and doing nothing. Then Tina turned up and we chatted for a while before she dragged me off into town for some eats, and eventually hanging out in a cafe with Nina. I really should keep up with Nina better, she even lives pretty close, and yet we see nothing of each other. Anyway, then it was back home to doing nothing and being sickly some more.