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3rd December 2006.
I have a window with a view. The last time I had a bedroom window with a view of anything more than the bank directly outside, I was thirteen. It's more exciting than it ought be.
Anyway, Tuesday, I went to work. Seven and a half hours of staring at databases - I love my job... Actively hunting for references to Foucault - now there is my personal heaven.
Wednesday, I organised seeing the HOD about how much I'm floundering on my thesis. I also had a bit of a social day, lunching with Michiel and then going for coffee with Midget. After a bit of pretending to do work I headed to town to meet up with a friend from school who is back from Engrand on holiday. Reminded me how much I miss her - but was otherwise very good. Wednesday night I sorted moving, and played soccer (injuries a plenty, including one to my ankle which may be a little serious).
Thursday, I went and saw the HOD and had a fantastic meeting. She manages to find the positive things in everything and I came out feeling like my masters was going to be great. I came home early on thursday to start packing.
Friday, a few hours in the office, and lunch out with Michiel, were followed by heading home to pack. Packing isn't fun. I think it may be my least favourite part of moving (wait, no, there is worse). Friday night I took a break from packing to hang out with Midget for a while. Not smart time management, but enjoyable (surprisingly so considering the evening started with her being very angry at me about this thing.
Saturday was a bit hectic. I woke early and set in to packing, running on lack of sleep and lots of stress. Michiel turned up to help when I asked him to, though had to stand around waiting as I was not as prepared as I'd assumed I would be. Eventually Oli, Lyall and my uncle all turned up and the heavy lifting got done with out anywhere near as much hassle as I thought it would be. We got everything in to my new room and it fits. This room proving, not only to get real sunlight but, to be slightly bigger than my old room (after I'd assumed it was a tiny bit smaller. After several hours of tidying about I got a ride from Lizzie out to another post-grads celebratory thesis completion party. It was very nice. The food was amazing and I knew several of the guests outside the postgrad clique. The party ended on a sobering note - one the left me feeling like a useless spoon - but I am glad I went. I had considering piking as moving had left me sore and sleepy.
Today, moving. Carrying boxes up the hill, an armload at a time. Uneventful but consumed the day. Now I am even more sore than I was yesterday. I got surprise dinner of pizza (my new flatmate (well, the only one of the three I've spoken to) had excess after over ambitious purchasing). And now I think I should probably tidy away the boxes on my bed and get some sleep. I have a bunch of paperworky things to do tomorrow - the wonders of moving.
4th December 2006 - Osmund, Bp. and Conf.
Still moving stuff. I want to get it all done soon. While Vaughn is being very nice about my moving out slowly I suspect the niceness is really just politeness and that he'd like me entirely gone.
In lighter news, I swapped my full Whitcoulls DVD loyalty card for the complete series of Black Books. I'm pleased with my purchase, especially as it cost me no actual money.
6th December 2006 - Nicholas, Bp. and Conf.
I brained myself last night. Today my head hurts a lot, even though the dint in my forehead is barely visible. Danm it hurts.
Anyway, Monday night was spent sorting stuff to my new flat. Turned out my flatmate's sister is going out with someone I know from my Hayward Hall days.
Yesterday, I had work and actually made it in at nine. I've yet to manage to sleep well in my new flat, so getting up early has got a bunch easier, being I'm awake anyway. After a long and boring day at work - featuring my databasing and epic photocopying, I came home to finish moving. At which point I brained myself and did the last of my moving feeling a littel dazed. Simon lent me his car driving services to take some stuff to my mother's attic. I have everything moved now. I even walked a big load of stuff down to the charity shop (hopefully some of it lasted to morning). I was considering curling up with a beer but I was flatmate less and worry drinking alone will be a slippery slope to alcoholism. Later in the evening it occurred to me I'd not seem my flatmate since the evening before and I convinced myself I was being annoying enough that I'd driven him out of the flat already. I quickly realised that I was probably being a retard. That of his sister's boy remembered unflattering anecdotes and has left the impression I'm a freak...
Didn't sleep well again, and am very much not used to living in a house with people in it (flatmate coming in late startled me awake for no sensible reason). And I must learn not to scone myself. Damn it hurts.
I left the office very early. Was feelng progressively worse and worse about the head and went to student health. Turns out I have my very first concussion (or at least the first diagnosed one I know about). I had a great doctor, which was a pleasant surprise after past student health experiences. Thus I heartily recommend George of student health to all possible Otago students with the desire for health services. He even checked up on other things he noticed, both from my person and my file, which diagnising my concussion. Quite awesome service. On the downside, he forbade my doing anything physical, drinking alcohol, watching tv, reading books or using computers. I'm just supposed to rest. Doesn't take a genius to notice I'm taking those restrictions more as recommendations - guidelines if you will...
7th December 2006 - Oct. of S. Andrew, Ap.
Lazyness/feeling-gross-ness defeated cheapness for once. For the first time in my life I've ordereed pizza to be delivered. This follows the missing my weekly exercise in the form of soccer and the planned drinking with Michiel I had set for afterward. Stupid not being allowed to do much. Though I get why, my head is not working right. I've had a couple of friends ring me to check I'm okay and in one case it took me a long time to work out what person I knew the name and voice went with. Not a good sign. Seems to mostly be getting better though. Stupid soft and squishy brains.
Today, I have mostly just slept. Pretty damned boring all around. And I didn't go to Katie's birthday dinner as standing up didn't leave me feeling crash hot. Remind me to never injure my brain again.
This is taking too long, thinking about words is annoying. I'm going to go wait for my pizza.
8th December 2006 - Conception of Blessed Mary.
I have been sleeping so much.
Weirder is that I noticed bruises when I woke up this morning and have no idea how I got them. Otherwise I seem mostly better (mostly as I'm still having trouble with getting the right words for things, which is frustrating).
I have done too much lie in bed nursing my concussion. Lie in bed not allowed to do anything leads to thinking. Thinking has led to my realising just how much of a completely inappropriate crush I've developed recently. I think I may have to go out and find someone I don't like, but who likes me, and have a nicely unhealthy and distracting relationship. Fits my pattern and is pretty much how I usually deal with this sort of thing.... Though possibly not a genius plan.
I had quite dramatic pizza ordering last night. I'd never ordered pizza before, and I think they could tell. More than an hour later I rang up to see if it was actually coming (they had already billed my credit card), to find out they had lost my order. While this meant I was very hungry and cranky by the time it arrived, it did come with a free beverage and a voucher to get my next pizza for free. So I guess they redeemed themselves. My inner-Scotsman (mmmm, that took many attempts to type, maybe I should be in bed some more) who'd been crying about the fact I'd ordered pizza at all was mostly appeased by my getting free stuff.
YouTube gold, that everyone should see.
Advice for readership: Don't get concussed, it sucks.
"Computer games don't affect kids; I mean if Pac-Man affected us as kids, we'd all be running around in darkened rooms, munching magic pills and listening to repetitive electronic music." Kristian Wilson, Nintendo, Inc, 1989
12th December 2006.
Tomorrow I am officially old. I've got to my late 20s and achieved nothing with my life. Not a freaking thing.
Anyway, on Saturday I went to Cat's birthday party. It was fun, eating pizza and watching Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy (which I was the only person there to have no already seen). Mostly a good night except too much excitement for me and pointed out that I was not in fact over my concussion yet.
Sunday was pretty quiet, as I felt like arse. In the afternoon I headed to my mother's and received birthday presents (the extended DVD of The Two Towers, some undies and a giant towel) and then headed to my grandparent's so Nanny could feed me an impressive Sunday roast spread with far too much dessert and cake (of which I brought a fair chunk home in an attempt to fatten up my flatmate - learn him for being prettier than me).
Monday, I ran some errands and got very angry at Vodafone for having eaten all my credit (though this may be my fault - so I've not rung them to grumble). Looked at donating my hair to have a wig made for a cancer patient, but it turns out they don't do it locally anymore and that my hair wasn't good enough anyway. So I got it all taken off. Lightened the head a chunk - I think my neck could be expanding. Chicks dig giraffes...
Today, I got over ambitious and went to varsity to do some work and just ended up feeling like my skull was the wrong size and that my eye-balls were going to pop. And the tongue-tied speaking in gibberish effect seemed to have got my typing and well as my speech. Taking things easy while I recover is not something I have ever been good at. After a quiet afternoon at home, disrupted by some BSOD-related swearing and shouting, I headed to Alana's for a nice dinner, to lend her about half my CDs and to received the birthday present of Christ (in the form of a house-blessing on a plaque, complete with picture of the sacred heart).
I should head off, eyes aren't focusing great - probably not the best sign ever.
16th December 2006 - O Sapientia.
My birthday was pretty awesome. I got the surprise gift of an iPod shuffle - which I'm enjoying a lot but feeling quite guilty about what an expensive gift it is, I'm not worth expensive gifts. I went out for Yum Char for lunch with Meg and spent the afternoon drapped on Wormgirl (she was down for her brother's graduation). I miss Wormgirl a lot, I should have married her when I had the chance. I should travel and visit her occasionally. In the evening I got my free pizza from Hell and watched K-19: The Widowmaker with my flatmates. It was pleasant. I think I'll get used to this whole living with people thing. High point of my birthday though, getting the rejection from the one conference scholarship I thought I had a real shot at.
Thursday my head was quite achy, so I decided it was time to clean my old flat (as I was clearly not going to get any thesis done). I think I did a pretty good job, it looked quite nice by the time I had finished, almost like I'd never been there but for the carpet wear from my computer chair. Oh, also got my canadian passport - which is cool.
Friday/Yesterday I was walking in to the office and had a sudden panic that I was supposed to be filling in for Michiel and hosting morning tea - fortunately it was just my fuzzy memories playing tricks on me. Not the most productive day. Got my loan for next year applied for, but little else of note. Did catch up with Shelley though. I'd forgotten how basically awesome she is. Last night I was supposed to go to a party but I got distracted playing Sid Meier's Railroads, which is basically a prettied-up Railroad Tycoon (itself a dumbed-down Transport Tycoon - how I miss Transport Tycoon, it's time they remade it pretty). Then it was ten at night and I was yet to make dinner - going out just didn't happen.
Had a quiet morning in, then headed off swimming. Had vague-ish concepts of being social with people night, having talked about it with a few of them. In fact, thought I may have double booked myself a little - but now no-one is replying to my messages, so it looks like I may have a quiet night in. Only person who wants to catch up with me re: my birthday is the GreenIslandite - and that may not be the smartest plan ever considering.
Probably doesn't help things that my brain is still a little frazzled, I keep getting caught up in the thought of the moment a bit more than I should, and me and emotions don't get on all that well.
Doh, just noticed a big hole in my good jeans. I now have no jeans that are even vaguely respectable.
You're a bum You're a punk You're an old slut on junk Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed You scumbag, you maggot You cheap lousy faggot Happy Christmas your arse I pray God it's our last
18th December 2006.
Sunday was awesome. I was playing the Oblivion mini-expansion (Knights of the Nine) when Oli, Bridget and Fluffy kidnapped me for lunch, in celebration of my birthday. Great Taste is good for the all-one-can-eat dining experience, I felt uncomfortable full - what more can you hope for? Not too long after I got home Tina popped in to visit. Even though I hadn't seen her in a year and a half it was just like normal, we sat around and talked crap. I like how with some friends no amount of time apart seems to make any difference, things are just as they were - like time didn't pass at all. Tina and Mark took me out for fish and chips at the beach for dinner. It was a fantastic day.
Today I had work at CIC, making up for the missed day last week. My shuffle made work more pleasant than it had been. I'm appreciating it a lot. I should go sleep, it's late and I have more work tomorrow. Hooray for databases, endnote and old newspaper clipping archives - they keep me good and busy. At some point I'll need a break from work so I can stick in to my thesis a bit - it has been a little forgotten of late.
Try this: I tested it twice and it was right once.
Today's quote is the best verse in a Christmas song ever. Thank God for the Pogues.
19th December 2006.
I'm all full of pokeburn (think stirfry, but with occasional poking instead of continual stirring) and ice cream. Food is good. I'm also having a pretty good day. For some reason I'm finding myself rather asthetically appealing (walking past mirrors and going "damn, I'm pretty"), no idea what has brought it on but it is a pleasant change. Had a longish day at work - started early but took a lunch break so had to stay just as late as usual anyway. Mostly sorting old newpaper articles by date and then scrapbooking the beasts. Boring as, but a nice change from searching article databases and it still pays. Had lunch with Midget and Katie.
I'm off to see if the many germans (germen?) have cleared out of the lounge so I can watch Outrageous Fortune (I have discovered the downside to living with people who aren't anti-social weirdoes - visitors filling up the place).
