I am now all scarily bearded.
Economic Left/Right: -7.75 Social Libertarian/Authoritarian: -4.77 I'm a pinko liberal lefty. What are you?
2nd February 2005 Purification of Blessed Mary.
I was being all insane self involved tosser the other day. I really have to stop assuming that the few people I count as close friends should automatically treat me accordingly - especially when I'm talking about Si, who isn't exactly crazy big on the sharing of stuff.
Anyway, Monday I went to varsity and acidentally crashed Si's birthday morning tea. Then spent a chunk of the day reading the horrible book on medieval homophobia I wish I had finished ages ago. I'm currently not loving my masters - I hadn't realised it would involve gender crap when I started it.
Yesterday I spent in the office doing work, until my almost three hour lunch break - it was too darn hot and I slack off with masterful skill. Then after finishing the third to last chapter of that book, I headed home to blob and hate the heat. After dinner some cloud cover made life more bearable, so I wandered over to Oli's to be faux-sociable for the evening. It was good - I should pretend I'm not a hermit more often.
In other news, I seem to be making a net-friend. Something I haven't done in years, it's mildly alarming.
I hope you got fat cause if you got really fat you just might want to see me come back I don't care how heavy or how skinny just gimme something to love a little extra weight would never look no nicer on nobody else but you and I could always use a little bit more to hold on to and if I get a fright in the middle of the night I'll cling to you
3rd February 2005 - Blase, Bp. and Mart.
I got eight emails yesterday and twenty-six-ish (I may have lost count and am too lazy to count them again) today. This new internet pen-friend thing is kicking arse. I feel all special. My head is growing exponentially. It's actually proving pretty cool. I should make net friends more often, and I found someone who, personality wise, is enough like Oli for it to be just a little spooky. Currently the only bad thing is I have no face - or even description - to put with the name.
Otherwise, not much to say. I finished the Medieval Homophobia book that was driving me to hate gay people more than usual, I had lunch with my father, and I spent too much time emailling.
Today's Quote: Fat by the Violent Femmes.
5th February 2005 - Agatha, V. and Mart.
Well, yesterday I sepnd trying to read a horrible book on Sir Gawain as the product of Jewish convert faith-confusion. I'm not buying it - as it is mostly insane. A big chunk of the afternoon went to emailing. This was aided by Midget being over two hours late for plans we had - that ended up being dinner at Little India with Katie, and dessert at Tull (where Bob joined us - suckishly), instead of the original afternoon plans.
Today, I was going to go for a walk up Flagstaff but the combination of hayfever and it being too darn hot put me off the plan. Also, I need sunscreen as I currently have none - and the walk would have burnt me to a cinder (also, not wanting more tan - my vitiligo looks like my hands are molding already. I am looking forawrd to the pastiness of winter). So, instead, I've sat around home all day seeing if more email will turn up. No luck. And here I am proving what a sad fart I really am - no big surprise to anyone who has read much of this.
7th February 2005.
Wahoo, I got over twenty actual emails today. Go me with the being popular. Anyway, on Saturday night I went to Andy and Shannon's Wedding party and got stupidly drunk without meaning to and ended up home well before midnight.
Yesterday I went to the beach with Midget, walked from St Kilda to St Claire and back, it was nice. Then dinner at my grandparents.
Today I spent with that damn jewish conspiracy book about Sir Gawain. Then after abit over an hour being an emailler I went to the Cook with the prettiest (if least talkative) of the masters students. We had just sat down with a beer each when really heavy rain started and we moved inside from the Garden bar - then the pub itself flooded. Running in off the ceiling, out through the wall (and the pokies). All very wet and messy. We got kicked out into the Garden Bar and as soon as the rain had dropped enough everyone was asked to leave. So I got fish and chip on the way home to an evening of replying to many, many emails. I need to learn to type faster. And have wittier things to say. Ah well.
Anyway, I'm off to do that sleep thing. Tomorrow is pancake day.
9th February 2005.
Yesterday, 32 emails. And I entirely sucking at replying. I'm so crap.
Also, spent yesterday eating too much crap food.
And now it is lent and I'm giving up:
Ice Cream
Chocolate and chocolate products
Lollies
Caffine
Alcohol
Pies
Fish'n'chips and similar takeaways (*except one satay chicken lunch a week)
Cakes and Biscuits
Red meat
I even intend to carefully have fish every Friday as a good Catholic of old would have.
This year I am also giving up pre-made lunches, I will either brownbag it or supermarket it, except on day a week I'm allowing myself to get chicken - just incase fish is lacking something I should be eating that isn't covered by vege type things.
I'm also going to try and cut out between meal snacks as much as possible. Unnecessary - thus excessive and bad. Like Aquinus I'm looking at Temperance here..... or something else crazy.
35 emails today. I really am beginning to feel special. I am really hating that goddamn jewish conspiracy book, I think Norman Simm is quite the nutbar. I may put in a long shift in the office and finish it tomorrow. That would mean missing my afternoonly email exchange though, which seems a less good plan.
12th February 2005.
I have been quite distracted by all the email I'm getting. I also had the nasty realisation I am beginning to emotionally invest in someone I only know over the internet. It's a very bad sign. This is a path that will lead to me having an internet wedding with someone I've never met in the flesh. Not a good sign.
Okay, on top of the email was the very long phone call this evening. I now know that I am definately emotionally investing - this could be a good thing or it could be very, very bad.
Anyway, Wednesday night I was boring non-flesh eating non-alcohol drinking boy at Michiel's welcome back from Holland BBQ. I can home tired and early - I'm such an old man.
Thursday, I did indeed finish the Jewish conspiracy book - and passed it on to my supervisor havign taken almost no notes from it. This is a bad sign as to my study habits, but I had also realised it had nothing to offer me. In the evening I delivered my mother's birthday present and helped my brother do the dishes - as mum doesn't wash and her machine killed itself.
Yesterday, I started back into Terry Eagleton's intro to lit theory (the actual title escapes me). I am so not well read. Then last night I went to drinks to Andy's for Jenny and Daniel being temporarily back in the country. I was again sober guy. It was pretty good except I was a bit tired. Then Karen gave me a loud drunken speech about how I am too down on myself and that it is the being too down on myself that has lead to my life of loneliness. It was a little embarrasing. I think I beetrooted up nicely. Then I walked home in the rain while reading some text messages that were filling me with happy. It's always nice to feel liked by someone - especially when it is someone you suspect you like.
13th February 2005.
Vaguely weirded out by how disturbingly similar me and Si's scores on Political Compass are. Stu's score, unsurprisingly was nicely right wing - anyone would think he had been a memeber of the national party for years. Oh, wait....
Haven't done much today. Spent far too much money at the supermarket with far too little to show for it. Other than that my day has gone to email. Surprisingly time consuming.
20th February 2005.
Okay, I haven't written in a week, I'm a big slacker. I'll blame the fact I have been busily engaged in what pretty much counts as cyber-romance. What a sad geek type I have become. Ah well, it's nice.
Emailing has been taking up much of my life, and otherwise I've mostly been masters related. Actually at Friday's Masters Orientation the HOD gave everyone a nice big speech about how this years new students would be strickly timetabled as to when proposals and drafts are due - there was a big implied "because a certain Matthew making the department look bad and we don't want him getting any help at that". Made for a gay old time.
Anyway, today I'm off to Christchurch to visit Tina and most likely to meet my cyber-bit. Should be good, hopefully.
24th February 2005 - Mathias Ap.
Well, went to Christchurch on Sunday and saw Tina's new flat in Asianhead. Then we went in to a pub quiz night and I meet my cyber-bit. I was expecting meeting to finally answer the question of whether I was heading toward some happiness or toward a horrible disaster. Looks like the question is still unanswered, though I'm a little more optimistic than I was. I'm not mostly certain I've not been winning the attentions of an axe murderer.
Monday, I hung out with Tina for most of the day, and while Tina was at work spent some more time with the bit. Then in the evening I sat with Tina's flat and watched a surprisingly tolerable chick flick.
Tuesday, I went to The Incredibles with Tina and then spent the afternoon and evening with my bit and some attempts at cliched romanance. It was nice. Modern sense and maybe a little of the older sense.
Yesterday I bussed back. Oh how fun buses are.....
Today I'm feeling kind of gross, I think I'll go have a nap before I go to varsity - later than I ought to be heading in.
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