I really have to start my thesis.
6th April 2004.
OKay, last tuesday, ummm, I don't remember anything of the day except that the only eyecandy in any of my classes wasn't at the lab. I was a little let down. I need some hot mature student eye candy to make my week.
Wednesday I can remember about as little of, though I had satay for lunch with Dot.
Thursday I lunched with Dot again before work. After work I went to see My life without me, where I bumped into Gnatacia, so I sat with her through the movie. She cried a LOT. Whereas I just had a little hayfever.
Friday after my staff meeting I went and started putting things in my masters office to encourage work getting done. I then found out that I had a compulsary post grad meeting that arvo. So I stuffed around until the meeting, and went along. At the meeting I met the new HOD, and the only other new masters student in the english department, who has the same supervisor as me, and is doing a topic suspiciously like the one my supervisor sneered me out of. Not that I'm bitter, much. In the evening me and Dot went to Interstella 5555. It was pretty cool, entirely free of dialogue, but still has a pretty good story. It was good, plus it was pretty and had fun music.
The weekend I mostly just stuffed about. Saturday around home and Sunday setting up my office properly, buying stationary and the like.
Yesterday I spent the morning at work then after lunch with Dot I spent the afternoon in my office doing thesis related stuff. Go me, I am so good. Last night it was so cold I actually used my heater.
Today I was going to go in to the office and work in the morning, but my toes were numb so I didn't. In fact I didn't go in until it was time for work. I'm also having a lonely day, that fact I'm single is bothering me more than usual. Not helped by my hot student being back and that the demonstrator in one of the other labs is very nice on the eyes, and someone I had a bit of a crush on back when we had classes together. I had dinner with Alana, it was good. And now I'm cold again. I think I've got soft and girlly.
those hats are called hennins. dont know why i thought it startd with 'b' lol. -kari (a text message I received on third of feb and felt I should write down somewhere as it was time to tidy up the little space on my sim card - yes I realise I'm weird.)
9th April 2004.
Today is Good Friday, and I spent most of it lying on my left side feeling sorry for myself while reading Paul McAuley's White Devils. Book is proving good so far. Wait, I haven't written in a few days, I should probably explain the whole feeling sorry for myself one sided lying down thing.
On Wednesday I went in to the office at lunch time and worked through until there was just time to grab a quick dinner in town before teaching my evening lab. The lab was going fine until a burette fell apart on a student and I bore the brunt of the 1 mol/L NaOH. It probably wouldn't have been so bad except I cleaned up the mess it had made on the desk before I realised just how much had got on to me - by which stage it had soaked through my lab coat and clothes onto my skin leaving me with a nasty chemical burn on my hip. I had to borrow spare clothes off Gareth (whom I do my wednesday night lab with), so I spent the rest of the lab feeling like a git in a KAOS t-shirt. And being in some amount of pain. After the lab I came home to a cool shower and emergency laundry (washing the clothes before they were eaten away). Then all night I woke up everytime I rolled over.
No surprise, on Thursday I was grumpy. I went in to student health because it was all weepy and gross. After waiting for about an hour and being made to fill out stupid ACC forms I got a doctor who barely even looked at it before telling me to go away and come back when it was infected, then I got charged the regular fee and sent away. I had very little faith in Student Health to start with, I think that has now become negative faith. Okay, the doctor did offer to prescribe me codiene, but I'd have felt much better if he'd actually had a proper look at it and told me what I should do to help it heal. But no, once again a Student Health doctor proves useless. And what is the point of a big arse ACC form if I still have to pay just as much for the student consultation. Student Health bites arse.
Today, has been nice and quiet. Burn still hurts but it doesn't look so gross anymore and is kind of scabbing up - which is probably a good sign. Anyway I think I might go sleep, see if I can be a little less cranky tomorrow. And all I'm really doing is rambling at Simon, who'd probably prefer it if I headed off anyway.
12th April 2004.
I am horribly full of chocolate and generally lardy. Yay for lent being over.
I woke on Saturday feeling pretty good, I've finally scabbed up enough to get a full night's sleep. Saturday day time I did egg shopping for my family and present shopping for the three birthday presents I needed for the weekend. I spent far too much money. Then in the evening I went to the steak house with Alana and Lyall to end lent. It was great, I spent about $40 on three courses of fattening goodness. Shrimp Cocktail, Chef's special steak (steak covered in bacon and cheese) and a brandied chocolate mousse that smelt flammable. It was great. Then I headed off to a double 21st of people I met in BIOL112 when I was finishing off my BSc. It was pretty good, though about two months without alcohol combined with a subsidised bar meant I got drunk far too quickly. But it was all good. I also heard from someone at the party that one of my exes (the one I was with the longest, and thus is technically the most serious relationship I've had, yet who I pretty much never mention in this thing) was dumped on Good Friday from a two and a half year relationship. And three years after the Good Friday when I did the exact same thing. I find this quite funny. Though the fact I find this funny means I'm a bad person and I will end up burning in bad person hell.
On sunday I spent the day reading and nursing the chocolate migraine I gave myself with easter eggs. I think I've now made up for all the chocolate I didn't eat over lent. Then (after dropping next door to give my hot neighbour a token easter egg) I went to Dot's for tea, she made vege curry and we watched Gilmore Girls together. And then I stayed for ice cream and to sit with her and be nasty about everyone on NZ Idol. She is a trained singer with perfect pitch - so her criticism was all very catty and mean. Singers are the loveliest people.............. After that I headed to Michiel's party. Which was pretty good, though meant I was out into the little hours for the second night in a row.
Today I was woken early some someone ringing my flatmate stupidly early. Do people not understand public holidays. Really. So I spent the day doing bugger all and generally being just a little grumpy. I went in to town and did some window shopping, but didn't really do anything much of note. When I got home I watched Waking Life, which was pretty cool in a surreal sort of way.
Well, I think I have ranted enough now. I should go have an early night.
14th April 2004 - SS. Tyburcius, Valerianus, and Maximus, Martt.
Monday night I felt kind of crap, it seems lots of chocolate does funny things to my ability to sleep, and to my blood pressure. Damn it.
Yesterday morning I was awoke by my flatmate banging on my bedroom window as he was leaving for work, overnight or very early that morning a package had arrived for me, stuff I only ordered off the net from the states at the start of the month. I guess I can see why the postage wasn't cheap. I was all excited but then a little disappointed. One of the books turned out to be a compilation/rehash of stuff I already have, and the other had been five years coming (since the last in the series it follows from) and just didn't seem five years wait worth. I mean it's ok, I'd just let my hopes bubble up a little too much. I ended up spending all day yesterday reading them anyway.
15th April 2004 - Keys of the Rogation Days.
Yesterday I went to town to return The Tick: Naked City to the library and to pay off my credit card. I bumped into Alana and had lunch with her. On the way home we stopped by Dot's, at which point I started to feel a bit weird, so I made lame excuses and headed home. By the time I got home my balance was gone and my head was tight and throbbing. Stupid being sick. After making myself pasta for tea I had a stupidly early night.
Today I woke feeling great, obviously what I was needing was a good night's sleep. Then I spent most of the day enjoying the books I got in the mail the other day - now safe in the knowledge I wan't dying of some disease I'd imported with them. At lunch time I dropped easter eggs off to my family - hopefully my mother's survived my brother being home all day. Now I'm sitting on the net trying to organise catching up with Simon, whom I haven't seen in person in about eigth weeks. I miss him a little. I really should try to be a more socialable friend. That said, he seems even less inclined to actually do anything than I am, so it may have to wait till the June holidays...
18th April 2004.
On the 16th (Friday) I went in to the office and did some work while eating chocolate, and then got a headache so went to a walk through town - this ended badly. I gave in to self-destructive impulse and purchased Space Colony for myself. It turns out to be a very addictive game. And lead to me not only having very burnt dinner, but also to accidentally staying up till about two in the morning.
Yesterday, I played some Space Colony and watched cartoons and that sort of stuffing around till lunch time, when I headed to my family's and installed XP on my brother's computer, which was dying of WinME infection. I got most stuff working again, though not his modem, having stupidly believed the "I have the modem driver disc". But being netless won't kill him. Then I came home and had lunch at about 4:30 in the afternoon. At which point Simon invited me around - so I finally caught up with him, for the first time in aeons (hyperbole not). I then spent about six hours watching a pruned down version of American Idol 3, turns out - not surprisingly - that they are way better than crappy little new zealand idol. For one thing, they have multiple finalists who can actually sing. Then, a bit after 11pm, he dropped me home and I went straight to be.
I managed a nice long sleep - to be woken by musical stomach. The fact I hadn't eaten dinner last night meant I woke up very very hungry. Then the day was split between Space Colony and watching Witch Hunter Robin (very pretty japanese animation with irritatingly fast sub-titles). Go unproductive me. I've done none of the work I was supposed to do this weekend. And the department secretary is trying to get me to look into either finalizing my topic with Greg, or changing to a supervisor with some actual motivational skills. Ergh. I should be a better student. Or even a better human being.
19th April 2004 - Alphege, Bp. and Mart.
Work this morning kind of sucked. Me and dichloroethane don't get along well. Then after work I went to my office and read an article about sexual transgression in Sir Gawain - and about endogamous versus exogamous sexual couplings, and how extremes of either are 'sinful'. And also on how said extremes can also be a protection from sin. It's was quite insane. Then after lunch with Midget and went back to the office and worked some more until I fell asleep and decided it was time to go home. And my evening has been pretty uninteresting.
25th April 2004 - Mark, Evan. Greater Litany. Last day on which Easter can fall.
Tuesday I had morning tea and then lunch with Dot, and spent the afternoon at work. The evening was spent, after a foray to a crazy christian group meeting where I think I offended almost everyone, reading articles so when I went to see Greg I'd come across as having done work.
Wednesday I went in early and worked until my meeting with Greg. I went into his office and about 30 second later I just felt like a little retard - far too stupid to be at university at all, much less doing post-grad. Something about Greg just makes me feel really stupid - which is weird, as Ian (who is much more knowledgible and likely to point out things I get wrong) always somehow makes me feel like I actually know stuff. Greg has set me an assignment to get me on task, something with has greatly amused people around the department. Wednesday night I had work.
Thursday was spent reading for my assignment for Greg and working. In the evening I went to a Playgroup meeting, I'm getting back into writing plays. Well, thinking about it anyway.
Friday I spent the morning in my office reading for the assignment and then in the afternnon had a two hour dentist appointment. After which, all full of anaesthetic, I went to classics drinks and got stupidly drunk off a single jug. By about 6pm I was stumbling out of the Cook. I'm suck an alky. Not surprisingly, Friday night was spent sleeping.
Saturday I felt terrible, my gums were swollen and bleeding and my face in pain - stupid dental work. So the day was spent doing bugger all. In the evening, after having takeaways for dinner, I went to Dot's for a party thing, and was generally mocked for being sober.
Today I still felt gross and my mouth still hurts, so I haven't exactly had a productive weekend work wise.
29th April 2004 - Departure of Noah from the Ark.
I went to the doctor this morning, 130/60, go me, I'm healthy like. And I've lost four of the ten kg that my doctor wants me to lose, so he was all happy with me. And I got my blood test results back, all good. My cholesterol ratio is still good. I may be a tub-o-lard, but I'm a mostly healthy one. To celebrate I bought myself some jeans and a toblerone. Not much else to say about this week really. It's been mostly teaching chem, doing stuff for my masters supervisor and fluffing around coz I'm a slacker. I did get fed by my mother tonight, as she needed me to get stuff out of her attic. The dinner was good though, so I can't really complain. I have a humorous tale about my buying of jeans, but I suddenly feel like it might not be appropriate to share in so public a setting. Oh, and I finally picked up my former-bit's t-shirt from Plume, and the woman there was SO flirting. The question is 'was she flirting at me, or was she just responding to flirting I didn't realise I was doing?'.
Anyway, night.
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