Winter = not so warm.
Me = not so bright.
5th July 2004.
Yes, I suck.
I've been playing far too much Morrowind and doing far too little of anything else. Last week I went into the office only on Monday and Thursday, both times quite tokenistically (that so can't be a word, but I know what I mean). On Tuesday Dot visited and spent the day watching Firefly. Wednesday went to the reading of Iris Murdoch's The Green Knight, which I got finished before dinner. It was a hard read, but unltimately very much worth the effort. Thursday night I managed to get An Absolution for the Not Eating of Cake read out by a group, and spent a chunk of the night editing it. Friday I submitted it and Evan the Mighty versus the Heffalump King into the fortune young playwrights competition. Then I went to Shrek 2 with Alana before helping Rachel unpack at her new house. I was a good day. Followed by a quite mostly stay at home weekend.
Today I went to varsity and stuffed about a bit, not much to say really.
Anyway, it's late and I really have to pack, I'm going to Christchurch stupidly early tomorrow.
10th July 2004 - Seven Holy Brethren, Martt.
On tuesday I went to Christchurch to say with a very stressed and panicky Tina. On Tuesday night I went with her, evil mark of doom and giffy to see Spiderman 2. I was disappointed, the first spidey movie had been tolerable, but this one was plain stupid. It was good to see Tina though, and to catch up with Giffy for the first time in about three years.
Wednesday, while Tina was at work and Giffy at her conference I went to the Cookie Time factory, to Dressmart (where I got a $2.95 shirt from hallenstiens) and generally looked about the place. I bought some books in town and had a walk through the gardens with midget, who wanted to have a perve at how big Christ's College was. Wednesday night was quiet, I watched TV and read while Tina started packing. I'm going to miss her.
Thursday morning I caught the bus back to duners. On the bus was a very hot ginger, though my neck was sore from sleeping on the fold out at Tina's, so I had to not perve around behind me, and my head wasn't turning so good. I ended up sitting beside someone I was friends with at primary school, but to whom I am pretty sure I haven't talked since. About ten minutes after I'd walked into my flat Dot rang, it was a little creepy having someone ring that soon after I'd got home, especially as I was pretty sure I'd not told anyone when I was coming back.
Friday I realised I had the date for when my conference wrong - it's at the end of next month, not this, whihc makes things much easier. I had lunch with Alana and chatted to Cat in the afternoon, not a productive day, but fun and social-like.
I'm trying to decide if I can be bothered going out tonight. It's cold and dark and while atleast it's dry, it's chilly and just making me think my saturday should copy my friday night and be spent at home. I'm turning in to such an old man.
16th July 2004 - Trans. of S. Osmund.
Saturday night I went out, had my eftpos card eaten by an atm machine and then got quite drunk at the expense of other people. It was actually an ok night apart from the dying card thing.
Sunday I had a nice quiet day, and found out that I do indeed know the pin for my credit card. I had never tested it before, so I was a little worried.
Monday, I found out the machine had eaten a bunch of cards. And I did some work, but not as much as I should have, in the office.
Tuesday I bumped into Brendon, and old friend from way back whom I pretty much never see anymore, and had lunch with him before heading in to the office and doing some readings. In the evening I went to Alana's for dinner.
Wednesday I went to the office and did work, went to lunch with Dot, bumped into the now fourth year who was once that-first-year and who is still quite attractive and otherwise the day was generally unproductive.
Thursday I stayed home all day as my brother visited for the day - school holidays and all and I had been guilted about not spending any time with him. It wasn't too bad, though he is even weirder than me, which can't end well.
Today I went in to the office, did some readings which quite unusually turned out to be interesting. Things like the history of Morgan in Arthurian myth - how she started off as a healer of Avalon (and possibly a nun on Glastonbury) and ends up a couple of centuries later as Arthur's evil nemisis half-sister. You really do have to wonder. Anyway, this afternoon Midget kidnapped me away from the office and then just dropped me home - a big exercise in pointlessness. I'd almost suspect she is trying to slow my masters down to make sure she finishes first. Atleast this time she didn't write on my study notes - she did earlier in the week, and maybe it's my issue, but it was bloody annoying. I suspect she was even trying to be helpful, but she wrote on my notes and it just plain pisses me off - they are my study notes and the stuff she wrote wasn't stuff I wanted written on them. Anyway, I'm ranty, I should go. Plus Pornie wants the phone.
20th July 2004 - Margaret, V. and Mart.
I'm in a grumpy mood as I'm taking thing me ex said this afternoon out of context and being childishly offended. Go me. Possibly happened at a good time though, I'd realised today that I was being extra friendly toward people after the continual shrinkage of my social circle (as people keep rudely leaving Dunedin for real jobs in other places) had started to bug me. I was all getting in to the trying to make some new friends kick - which wasn't working anyway, as I'd had such a big group of kind of friends and a nice safe little knot of close friends for such a long time it seems I've entirely lost the ability to make new friends. The only close friend I've made in years is Dot, and that was a clear case of her finding replacement friends as hers were starting to graduate and move away and I was there and not looking to go anywhere.
I have no social skills. I should just go live under a rock and be a crazy hermit type and then ritual sacrifice myself to some God I make up in my own dillusional fantasy. POssibly induced by sunstroke and malnutrition.
Okay, I'm not a big ball of happy today.
Not much to say for what I've been up to of late. In the weekend I impluse bought Morrowind: Game of the Year Edition, and that sucked up the rest of the weekend and pretty much all my spare time since. Yesterday I had lunch with Dot and Alana. Last night I couldn't sleep - for no sensible reason - leaving me grumpy today.
Anyway, I should go sleep.
23rd July 2004 - Apollinaris, Bp and Mart.
I was too busy being a grump last time I wrote to mention that I read Terry Pratchett's A Hat Full of Sky last weekend. It's was quite an enjoyable read. All full of Weatherwax-y goodness.
This week I've been going in to the office every day and slowly working through Ad Putter's book on the Gawain manuscript - it is taking far to long because it is very dry and occasionally puts me to sleep. And other than that I've spent far too much of my evenings playing Morrowind. Though atleast I'm enjoying the game, after having bought it and all.
Last night I went to Tokyo Godfathers at the film festival, insane and very funny. And I think cartoons that continually mock out pre-op trannies for being faggots are definately the way of the future.
Today I'm heading off for the weekend - go escaping town. Annual Oli's birthday thing - should be good. Especially after having missed it last year due to the flu.
30th July 2004 - SS. Abdon and Sennes, Martt.
OK, I suck at writing in this thing.
Last Friday I went to Oturehua with Oli, his father and step-mother. The drive was pretty good, and we got to the cottage in the afternoon to get everything ready for all the people who wouldn't be leaving Dunedin until after work. It turned out this was much less cruisy than expected, as the cottage had been savaged by rats since the last time people were there. Still by the time other people arrive all was good and Friday night was quite pleasant.
Saturday we played around on the frozen Ida Valley dam, I fell over a couple of times, but not too spectacularily (is that a word). Shane had all the falling glory. The day also contained much stuffing around, a trip to Alex, and in the evening a huge dinner, followed by people getting drunk and stupid (I'm permanently stupid - so had a head start).
Sunday involved sleeping in till almost 12, and an afternoon on canoeing in a frozen coal pit (complete with no-one getting trapped under the ice and dying - go the team). By Sunday night the 20-ish people there had dropped down to just four, Oli, Peter&Tina and me. We sat around by the fire relaxing until it was time to watch the formula 1. Go Button.
Monday we tidied up and in the late afternoon came back, I got home about 6:30 on Monday evening. It was good to get away.
Tuesday I went in to varsity and did some work, but kept zoning out and generally achieved little.
Wednesday started similar, then I had a doctors appointment where I found out that I'm now the heaviest I've ever been - very depressing. Then I went to Hero with Oli (it's a pretty good movie) and then to his birthday dinner. Later in the evening I broke tradition by leaving my house at night and went to Pint Night.
Yesterday I spend a chunk of the day at work until my head cold was bugging me too much and I came home. In the evening I went to dinner at Duncan's (because Tim decided for me that I was going). And then had to walk home at 1 in the morning as Duncan's car run out of petrol. Some people have mad-skills of car ownership.
In the last year the front page of my website has had 1071 hits, though the diary pages have had many many more than that (thanks to search engines sending randoms into them).
I should go be productive. :(
Buggerit.
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