A shiny new year is upon us.
'What Profiteth it a Kingdom if the Oxen be Deflated' - Riddles II, v3.
8th January 2005 - Mem. of Lucian, Pres. and his Compp.
Kingston made for a great New Years. There was fun lakeside drinking and general frivolity. It was all up a fantastic time with fantastic weather. Only real downsides were my not travelling well, and nasty sunburn on my back and belly.
I got back on the evening of the 4th.
On Wednesday, I went in to the office and did some work and caught up with Dot. My sunburn was still pretty painful, reducing my fun and making trying to do work a little unproductive. Wednesday night I went to the Outback for dinner and getting drunk at Tim's expense. Tim is great.
Thursday I was feeling gross as the sunburn pain shifted to sunburn itchiness. I ended up going to Theatre Claire's and playing Fable with her for a few hours. It left me wanting to buy an X-Box.
Yesterday, I did some work in the office, had lunch with Alana, and generally fucked around being unproductive. Go me.
Today mostly went to another Fable play date. I'm sort of supposed to be going to a party with Oli tonight, but I've already had four drunken nights this year, and it is only the 8th, so I think I'm going to be stay at home-ish for a while. Not really wanting to be an alcoholic.
i've been driving around town with my head spinning around everywhere i look i see your '96 jeep cherokee you're a bully and a clown you made me cry and put me down after all that ive been through you'd think i'd hate the sight of you but with every jeep i see my broken heart still skips a beat i guess its just my stupid luck that all of boston drives that same black fucking truck it could be him or am i tripping and i'm crashing into everything and thinking about skipping town a while until these cars go out of style... i try to see it in reverse it makes the situation hundreds of times worse when i wonder if it makes you want to cry every time you see a light blue volvo driving by so dont tell me that you're off to see the world i know you wont get very far dont call me if you get another girl baby just call me if you get another car the number of them is insane every exit's an exboyfriend memory lane every major street's a minor heart attack i see a red jeep and i want to paint it black it could be him or am i tripping and i'm crashing into everything i can't wait til you trade that fucker in by then they will have stuck me in the looney bin it could be him my heart is pounding its just no use i'm surrounded but someday i'll steal your car and switch the gears and drive that cherokee straight off this trail of tears
9th January 2005.
I was supposed to catch up with Stu today, being that we haven't properly caught up in the months since he moved back to Dunedin, but it didn't pan out. So I ended up sitting around playing computer games for most of the day - yay for Transport Tycoon Deluxe. In the evening I decided I'd read Matilda - as it is a nice, short, entertaining read. I also discovered my ex has just been dumped, and now really want to beat the guy up - no-one should be going around hurting people I care about unpunished.
I have issues. I think I may take loyalty to my friends a bit too far.
Today's quote is "The Jeep Song" by The Dresden Dolls.
13th January 2005 - Oct. of Epiphany. Middle lessons of S. Hilary.
I just realised that so far this year, even after a week of not drinking now, I have been drunk more times than I have worn shoes. This is disturbing me to the point I've just put shoes on.
Now shoes are on, stats are even. I feel less like an alcoholic now.
I spent the morning consoling my FormerBit, who has just been dumped (and it's bugging me that I'm not sure if the subject of a passive construction is nominative or not, I want to write 'whom', but I'm pretty sure 'who' is right). Someday I have to stop becoming bestest friends with everyone who has ever dumped me - okay, I have got a couple of friends I'm very glad to have out of it but I suspect it leads to me having much more emotional investment in the happiness of some of my friends than is possibly healthy.
Anyway, I'm off to read some book and then not to work until lunch, as I just don't feel like going in any time earlier.
16th January 2005 - Marcellus, Pope and Mart.
A week and a half into growing it and my attempt at a beard looks extremely stupid. And I don't think many people were buying the 'because I can' excuse, so I have now caveed and am admitting I'm growing it to hide how weird my pigment thing has got.
In the last few days I've read The Fifth Elephant and Night Watch, so as you can probably tell I haven't done all that much in the way of work. Good intentions, poor follow through. But the weather hasn't been helping. it's been very warm, and I'm not hugely heat tolerant. Give me the cold and wet any day.
20th January 2005 - SS. Fabian and Sebastian, Martt
Monday, I went to the office, did some work, had afternoon tea with Alana. Mostly a productive day, but not super-productive.
Tuesday, I went to the office and had another kind of productive day. Went to Alana's for dinner.
Wednesday/yesterday, I went to the office and spent chunks of the day hitting on a fellow post-grad even after the being rejected late last year, yet still I keep trying. Go the flogging of dead horses. In the afternoon I helped Alana with some of her homework. Stuart shouted me dinner at the Huntsman Steak House. It was fantastic. All the red meatty goodness. It was also good to finally catch up with Stu, haven't really hung out with him in about three years, maybe a big longer. Then in the evening I was being weirded out by my flat - I should have got used to it by now. Fortunately, Simon is very good at saying things that make me feel less insane. Yesterday was also the two week birthday of my beard growing. It still looks very dumb, and has many whites hairs - over the white bits of skin. Stupid turn albino (though as my doctor pointed out, I won't be albino - as by definition albinism is genetic - I'lll just look albino and have no pigment. More likely I'll just end up much more pied than I am now and funny looking).
Today, I went in to the office for a while, then had a doctor's appointment in the afternoon. It didn't go well. My weight was only up by a single kg - and that's ok, after christmas and all. My blood pressure wsa a different story, it's all gone horribly wrong. 150/100, not a pretty picture considering the meds I'm on used to have me at 110/70. Looks like I'll be dying young, which will atleast cut down on how long this weblog could eventually get and reduce how much whinging I'll set loose on the world. After that the day was pretty much a write off.
26th January 2005.
I'm sick. The muscles in my back are spasming, I'm sore, my headaches and I'm dizzy. Not fun at all. If it's not enough that I have reflux and vitiligo that's forever getting worse, I'm now all sick and gross in summer while the weather is nice. Unfair.
Anyway, Friday I did the whole office doing work thing, and then had a quiet night at home after deciding I wasn't up to walking to the other end of town for a party, I'm willing to walk to the oval to visit Si, but not for many other reasons.
Saturday, I had Breffni and Dave's wedding to attend. So I broke out my hawaiian shirt (well, my ugly red and orange polynesian one with the white flowers - I'm too fat for all my truely hawaiian shirts), and headed in to town to catch the charter bus down to Harwood. Due to a traffic accident the lower road was closed - bussing on the high road down the peninsula is NOT fun, those roads are not bus friendly. The wedding was great - although the MC was grating against my inner homophobe, I'm really becoming intolerant of big, screaming queen faggots. The ceremony itself was great, the groom cried during his vows and that set half the audience off. It was all informal and colourful and nice. They ever drew numbers to see who would be the witnesses on the registration paperwork. The wedding was even toasted with actual champagne of the sort that is allowed to call itself champagne because it is from there. It was surprisingly nice, I'd never had a wine that I've actually liked before - we'll mark that one up as a shiny new experience, not one that redeems wine though, wine is horrid stuff and how girls and other freaks drink it I will never know. The food was pretty good too. The ride home was unfun, though on the bottom road the bus smelt of wine and led to me feeling quite gross. Possibly I was already coming down sick by this stage - which wouldn't have helped much.
Sunday, I had a quiet one at home.
Monday, I caught on to the fact I was sick - but went in to varsity anyway. Came home midafternoon because I needed to collapse.
Tuesday, same as monday, but feeling a bit sicker. Though I did get in lunch with Dot and ice cream with Alana.
Today, I'm sick. Plan to go to varsity for a while anyway, have a meeting to go to.
27th January 2005 - Julian, Bp. and Conf.
Yesterday I went in to varsity just long enough for the post grad meeting, and my brain was running so far behind that I didn't mention a thing the whole time, by the time I caught up with something the meeting had moved on. My mushy brain was also not being helped by the fact my knees were aching - whihc was random and very annoying. I hate being sick.
Today, again mostly went to naps and being a sick bed-dweller. I went in to varsity for a while as I thought I was feeling better, work didn't really happen as I worked out that I wasn't as soon as I got to the office. Plus side, my father shouted me lunch at Subway. This did have a downside though, in the form of my brother - existing. Anyway, I made another attempt at doing work - again doomed to failure and then decided to walk home. On the way I bumped into Si - whom I almost never see, so it could have been quite cool except - he greeted me with what was basically a "unclean! unclean! stay back". Okay, it wasn't that bad, but it turns out being sick makes me irrational. So I came home and had a nap and sulked put pointedly didn't let myself cry - and being sick is no excuse for having emotions. After a nice long nap, I watched Spongebob and then went next door and helped my hot neighbour pack - as of tomorrow morning Christchurch will have my hot neighbour and I will be without. Anyway, still sick and off to bed.
29th January 2005.
I'm well again, Yay.
This morning I decided to properly look vitiligo up on the net, since my doctor isn't exactly parting with any details. I'm somewhat pleased to see my preconceptions were mostly right. Turns out to be not that uncommon, affecting about 1% of people and 8% of Indians - so I can still childishly blame my tiny little bit of indian heritage even though it's probably not at fault. Though it did turn out my doctor was somewhat lying to me about it being untreatable - it just turns out the treatment side affects include skin cancer. Okay, maybe I'll just have to live with it until something better comes along, and just be glad that as a white boy I can hide it much easier.
Anyway, rambling.
Yesterday, I had a nice quiet one to help with the getting actually well. I only went to the office for a couple of hours.
Today I'm also being quiet, though I have to go to a farewell dinner tonight - which will not be good for my bank balance, darn restaurants being all costly.
30th January 2005 - Batildis, Q. V., not Mart.
Only ten days till Lent. I have to work out how I'm being penitent this year.
Anyway, last night I went to Dot's farewell, she leaves the country on Tuesday. This means the people I ever spend time with will shrink down to just Alana, as Alana and Dot pretty much make up those I actually see on a semi-regular basis. I may have to put some effort into some of my other friends - or save up and buy a new one.
The farewell was pretty good, meal and dessert at Tull, followed by some drinking at the Duke of Wellington. I wasn't really in the drinking mood, so after a single stout, I headed home and did the whole sleep thing.
Today I woke up stupid early and have pretty much just sat around playing puter games and watching Buffy ever since. Also had a chat with Si, who has pretty muched talked me into getting my head seen to. It may well even happen.
Anyway, I'm off to watch Dr. Strangelove or: How I learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb, as I haven't ever seen it and Dot gave me a nice Stanley Kubrick boxed set.
31st January 2005.
It's Si birthday, and I'm pretty sure I'm getting on his nerves. Ah well.
I really have to remember that just because certain ones of my friends are stupidly important to me, doesn't mean I'm high on their list of priorities.
Forgetting that has a nasty habit of leading to me being a giant retarded nut-case o' doom.
I'm such a freak.
