September 2004
Back from Wellington,
Really should get my masters underway.
3rd September 2004.
Well, I went to Wellington on the evening of the 25th. My aunt Jude drove me out. The flights were pretty uneventful and Jo (who I was staying with) picked me up from the airport.
Thursday morning I walked down into the city and tried to work out where things were and how to get back to Wadestown where I was staying. I also went to the maritime museum, was given a guided tour of the central city by Jo during his lunch break and spent the afternoon at the zoo (mostly chatting to a zoo tour guide who is an Otago graduate).
Friday I did the Te Papa thing, and was mostly unimpressed. Afterwards I went to Giffy's and she introduced me to Hell Pizza. Colour me instantly addicted. Later in the evening Tina arrived and then we all payed a short visit to a geek party.
Saturday I spent hanging out with Giffy and Tina until late afternoon when I headed off and caught up with Tim. The day then turned to pub-ing, and eventually me being embarrassingly drunk at Tim's flat watching Olympics coverage. So drunk, in fact, that I had to crash there.
Sunday, I left Tim's about 10 and it took till noon to get back to where I was staying - turns out Wellington isn't little. Then once I had showered I went and met up with Tina for lunch before we headed to a thing some of Giffy's friends were having.
With Monday came mad panic that I was going to suck, so much of the day went to practising my presentation. In the evening I went to the opening of the conference. Being that I wrote something afterwards I'll quote it below.
Two things I have always known were prove again today. That I am socially inept and that I am a dick. The meet and greet for the Post Grad conference was very nice - and I proved utterly unable to converse with my peers. I ended up talking to the HODs (a strange pattern in my life - at these sorts of things I always prove unable to talk to my fellow students and end up only talking to the academic staff, be it in my own English department or back in my days of chem).
I am also reasonably certain that I am the stupidest person of all those in attendance. They are all much, much smarter than me.
So mostly I'm not feeling hugely happy about tomorrow.
Also, Scott didn't show at the thing - I had been hoping with how little he talks that he may have atleast been a post-grad not too busy talking to other people that he might have talked to me, but no.
Arse.
Wednesday the conference continued and, with my avoiding in post-colonial crap, proved to be mostly interesting. After the conference finished we hit a pub and I ended up talking to a guy, Dougal, whom I know from school. It was kind of interesting. In the evening I had dinner with Tim and we went to King Arthur, which is so bad I'm not going to comment. Once I start nit-picking it, I'll never stop.
Yesterday, I walked around Wellington with all my luggage on my back for hours, flew home.
Today, relaxed at home. Still very tired.
8th September 2004 - Nativity of Blessed Mary, V.
You may have noticed the last two days in the above entry were very short. That is because I was tired and ranting at Simon (who was, for the most part, ignoring me). Thus finishing my entry didn't seem so important. Plus - the days were pretty boring.
Saturday I went to Latin Mass in the morning, my grandmother would be so happy. Then I spent a few hours with Dot before coming home to blob. In the evening I was craving some human interaction, though everyone I tried to contact was busy or not interested. I ended up visiting my hot neighbour and be far too friendly. Then a bit later Midget turned up and rescued me from myself.
Sunday was pretty quiet. I was mostly tired and a bit grumpy (though mostly just from the tiredness).
Monday, I went into varsity, did some work, tried to get back in to the swing of stuff, was tired things didn't go productively and I came home to a quiet evening.
Yesterday was a less productive version of Monday, even though it started with an early morning meeting with my supervisor (which look like it should have set things going the right way). Since I've been back I haven't been sleeping to great, and am getting progressively more and more tired.
Today I achieved absolutely nothing.
9th September 2004 - Gorgonius, Mart. Mem. only.
As of today I've been single for a year. I'm not sure why I commemorate these things, but I do. Hopefully this will upload, for some reason my ISP wasn't letting me upload onto this thing last night. It seemed to think my whole website was read only. Slightly frustrating.
16th September 2004 - Edith, V., not Mart. Middle Lessons of Euphemia, Lucia, Germinianus Martt.
I just watched David Lynch's Mulholland Drive, and am now quite confused. In fact, I'm completely lost. I'm pretty sure I liked it, I just have no idea what actually happened.
Yesterday I watched Cherry 2000 and Death to Smoochy, both were liter and much easier to keep up with (well, Cherry 2000 didn't really have anything to have to keep up with).
Otherwise my life is pretty unmention worthy. I'm off to get the Sims2, which means I'll probably not fill in all the what I did on the missing days - and may miss a few more in the next bit. That said, last Friday I went to Hellboy with Glen, it was good solid cheesey comic book movie.
I am not happy with EA Games - in fact I am very, very unhappy with EA Games. I forked out more than I could afford to buy The Sims 2, and the stupid thing doesn't run. I'm giving them a day to come through with a reason why it doesn't work or I'm returning and will just play with my money instead. Colour me very, very annoyed.
Seriously considering organising a boycott of Maxis/EA Games. Game refuses to acknowledge that I'm using the actual DVD of the game - so won't let me play. Many, many people are complaining of the same problem on the forums, and while the support people keep answering stupid random questions they refuse to even acknowledge this major problem exists, much less imply that they are trying to fix it.
I'm not a happy camper.
In other news, I have to stop whining at Simon. I keep doing it, and someday very soon he'll catch on to the fact that I'm more effort than I'm worth ans stop being friends with me. Then I'll have no-one to rant at when I need to rant. Could be trouble. Plus, I'd rather not lose him as a friend, I find him much more tolerable than most (including many of my friends).
20th September 2004.
Friday night I had one of those moments when I wonder why I associate with some people in my circle of friends - and when it occurs to me that I would be a lot happier in my life if I just entirely stopped even trying to be friendly with people who are entirely self involved to the point, not just of being unpleasant but actually, being offensive. It's one thing for someone I know to do something entirely contrary to what we have established is acceptable - false apologising clears that away without much problem - but to them go on and say that there is something particularly wrong with me for feeling I have any right to deem what is acceptable use of what is mine is just rude.
Over the weekend I got Sims 2 running, and running exactly as it should, at last. It turned out that contrary to everything the help files and tech support had said, what I needed to get it running was to have DVD emulation software running in the background. Who'd have thought the exact opposite of the official tech support would be exactly what I needed to fix the thing. Computers are great.
I realised when I was at my grandparents for dinner last night that I am ill. I've had a nasty cough since Thursday evening, and headaches (which I had just assumed were another of my semi-regular headcolds) since Friday. Then last night I came over a little faint and realised I was actually somewhat sickly. So now I'm spending as much time as possible in my sleeping bag, and endeavouring to get well.
21st September 2004 - Matthew, Ap. and Evan. Mem. of S. Laudus.
Still sick. Grrrrr. Last night I felt all hot and sweaty and thought I had a temperature to have my flatmate tell me I was actually freezing cold. Being sick sucks.
I think I might stay home today - I went to varsity yesterday and it was entirely unproductive - my head hurt too much to get anything much done. So I think today I'll just stay home and be grumpy and sick like.
25th September 2004 - Firminus, Bp. and Mart.
Illness sucks monkeys.
I've been sick and cranky and generally not nice to be around. Dizziness, nasty headaches, hot and cold flushes, gut ache and sounding like I'll choke up a lung at any moment - oh, and my vision keeps going fuzzy (so my typing may be worse than regular like). Fun to be me.
It also seems to have brought out an irrational side in me, I've found myself having very strong and inappropriate emotion responses to things. I realised this both from all the people that thought my rant two entries up was somehow about them and also when I got very angry at Simon for not replying to my ICQ messages - if I was going to hold that against him I'd have stopped being friends with him like six years ago.
Ergh, I'm having another hot flush - at least I now know what to look forward to come menapause...
Stand back as my ears radiate heat.
I think I'm going to go lie down. Stupid being sickly. And I was invited out tonight, guess I won't be going.
27th September 2004 - SS. Cosmas and Damian, Martt.
Still sickly.
Have decided to cave and go to student health like Simon told me I should have a week ago. Glen has been nagging me about it - which is actually kind of sweet, all caring for my health more than I do. And I seem to be worse today than I was. My cough is sounding much less pleasant and I needed help getting back to my room from the kitchen early - and my flat isn't exactly large. I'll just have to hope I'm well enough to actually walk myself down to the doctor's.
Anyway, I should go lie down. Not feeling great.
29th September 2004 - Michael, Archangel.
Went to the doctor yesterday and it ended not great. At first the doctor's response was to give me a prescription for codeine and a medical certificate to say I was sick, then when I turned it down (as I can't take codeine) she decided I was actually already well and I only thought I was still sick because I need to "rehabilitate myself into wellness" and sent me on my way - and then she said I seem to have some sort of health problem and that I should make another appointment as the acute clinic only looks at acute illness. I was less than pleased by this response. Student Health sucks.
Today I just stayed home, except for a trip to the supermarket that pretty much tired me out.
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