Winter is wintering around me - luckily hypothermia is sexy.
1st July 2006 - Oct. of S. John Baptist.
My biscuits, even the burnt ones, were not too hideously received. Okay, more than half were left after morning tea, but that was mostly due to the post grads coming together to ridiculously overcater. But during the day they mostly got eaten. And I came home to find my flatmate had eaten the burnt ones I had left as too horrible to let be seen. Seems I do a surprisingly tasty burnt disaster. Last night I had a quiet night in watching TV and finally reading the preview chapter of Buttercup's Baby (the sequel to The Princess Bride).
Today started slow as it was quite cold. Playing on the web and chatting to Simon. A pretty nice morning. Then lunch and some Morrowind while I waited for Meg to text agreeing on swimming times. Then while checking messages I got talking to Si again, and just before it was time for me to head off to swimming I made one inappropriate joke. I think I am now ignore listed again. At least this time I know what I did. Still, I'm left with the feeling for things to play out like they did, there must be a bit of mental case-age involved and I'm not entirely sure whose mental case-age it is. To me what I see seemed to be barely offensive at all. Anyway, I headed to the pool and met Meg. Swimming went well, I was working my arse off and them Meg commented that I'd turned purple. Seems I was angrier than I thought and was pushing my body a little harder than it could handle. Now, many hours later, I can still feel my pulse in my temples - I'm guessing my blood pressure is pretty scary just now.
It's about eight in the evening and I've yet to think about dinner. I should probably go cook something. Then decide what I'm doing for the night. Original plan had been to see if the recurring invite from Si to go over and watch King Kong was still good and if that failed stay home and do some study. I guess the former is definitely not going to happen now. I, however, feel I should be making some attempt to be social. The mood I am in is not such a social friendly one, being social could end badly. Maybe study will win. I guess I'll wait and see if Oli invites me to anything and then experiment at passing for human.
Not long after I finished the above I discovered that I wasn't ignore listed. I suspect I am still in trouble and may not be forgiven entirely but at least my existence isn't being electronically filtered.
Bobbi Flekman: You put a *greased naked woman* on all fours with a dog collar around her neck, and a leash, and a man's arm extended out up to here, holding onto the leash, and pushing a black glove in her face to sniff it. You don't find that offensive? You don't find that sexist?
Ian Faith: This is *1982*, Bobbi, c'mon!
Bobbi Flekman: That's *right*, it's 1982! Get out of the '60s. We don't have this mentality anymore.
Ian Faith: Well, you should have seen the cover they *wanted* to do! It wasn't a glove, believe me.
2nd July 2006 - Visitation of Blessed Mary.
Too tired to write, as it is late. Except to say my pecs hurt a lot from swimming, and I think things with Simon are mostly resolved (I just have to time my being an arse better in future). Mostly just writing as Visitation of Blessed Mary deserves a mention. Yay for medieval calendars.
Today's quote is from Spinal Tap.
6th July 2006 - Oct. of Peter and Paul, App.
Sunday, went to the office and had a good productive day. Had dinner with my grandparents. In the evening chat to Si, things were okay again afterward.
Monday, went to the office and did work. Had a too expensive lunch with Midget and then forgot about my weekly brainpoking. This seems to have started the session off on the wrong foot. I got told off for not being concerned about my tendency to surrender my autonomy to people. On the upside, the session was short as I was late. This was followed by a quiet night at home.
Tuesday, a less interesting version of Monday. Much of it spent hunting a quote I am beginning to think I am dreaming having read.
Yesterday was pretty unproductive. Eaten away by continuing to hunt that quote out. In the evening I bumped into Oli and co on the way to visit Lyall, so tagged along. It got some social time in to my day - though did mean I didn't serve my dinner until 9pm. Which could explain the less than perfect sleep.
11th July 2006 - Trans. of S. Benedict, Ab.
Thursday was intended to be "super-productive Thursday" in the office. As a group we set goals to enjoy the Karl-free day, and then I'm pretty sure no-one lived up to the goals we set. Still wasn't too shabby a day though, until midafternoon I skivved off, having been invited to watch Superman Returns by the GreenIslandite. Movie going was fun, even if the movie bugged me a lot - too many plot holes for even a comic book fan like me to buy in to. Then we hung out in Green Island for a while, got dinner at Burger King and went to the Pool House Cafe, for an evening of my shockingly poor pool playing ability. It was great.
Friday was spent at work in the office. Even had a meeting with my supervisor. The evening was spent at home with bad Friday night TV. A good day all around.
Saturday, continual rescheduling of swimming on me led to it not happening, especially after the weather had gone to poo. So I had a lazy computer game playing day at home. In the evening I went with Oli and watched the test match at the Kensington with some of his work mates. We were about the least white trash people there, and I am pretty damn white trash. Then it was off to a cocktail party at a flat I'm allergic to (I think it is the fungus in their bathroom that gets me - it was scary). The problem with cocktail parties, and being a trusting person, is that I ended up drunker than intended. I, fortunately, didn't send any inappropriate texts to my ex, and hopefully not to the GreenIslandite either. I'm pretty sure I had a good night all up, after a period of drunkenly sulking about how I was infinitely unlovable. And some hitting on someone I was simultaneously finding repulsive... alcohol is bad. Ended up heading back to Oli and Bridget's, as Bridget was wearing my jersey - girls feel the cold so much. Was good, and got fried chicken at 3:30 in the morning. Mmmmmm...
Sunday, I was a little hungover but went swimming with Meg anyway. Actually made me feel much, much better. Then had a lazy day as didn't feel up to going to the office.
Yesterday, worked on my thesis. Wrote a chapter abstract for my supervisor - so he knows what I am thinking. Will see how it is received. Forgot to go to my brainpoker for a second week in a row - she didn't ring me to point it out, so I went in and apologised. She was not amused. After dinner I went to quiz, It was the smallest it has ever been, only five teams, and we came forth (though there was some very dodgy adding on the part of the marker). We did at least win both the baffler prize bucket and a twister set for having won the physical challenge (a twister contest, Johan is good).
I should go get ready for school, now I've finished watching last night's Desperate Housewives. Poor Gabby.
14th July 2006 - Dog days.
Tuesday morning the rejection letter from the Ministry of Education arrived. I think I had got my hopes up a little too much, as it stung. Not a great start to the day. I headed to the office and realised I was achieving nothing, I just wasn't in it. So come lunch I headed to town to have lunch with my father and we decided to get my brother and got to Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest. Made my afternoon better. Though, disturbingly, high point of my day was bumping into the GreenIslandite having lunch in town. I may still be a little smitten. Pirates wasn't as good as the first one, but pretty funny.
Wednesday, spent in the office. Got a little work done, but not enough. Distracted by still being grumpy and neopets.
Yesterday, I gave a few pages of what I have done most recently to my supervisor. First time I have given him actual work, rather than overviews or abstracts, in ages.
Today I have a meeting with the postgrad coordinator. I'm a bit concerned.
18th July 2006 - Arnulph, Bp. and Mart.
The meeting with the postgrad coordinator turned out to be pretty much an informal chat. If anything she was more looking for failings in my supervisor than failings in me - and only made a couple of pointed comments about my being over time. After this I had a meeting with my supervisor that was less informal and a touch mean. He may give quite constructive criticism, but he never mentions the bits that are okay, just the bad stuff. It can be a bit demoralising. Otherwise Friday was uneventful, and ended in an early night of TV watching.
Saturday, I spent hanging out with the GreenIslandite. Window shopping, looking at potential flats and playing computer games. While I like the fact we're friends, it is a touch disturbing how much I'm the instant-fast-friend-but-nothing-more. I miss the more than friends factor. Saturday night I watched TV and DVDs, and broke out the Sims for the first time in a while (having realised I recently spent a lot of time checking for updates on the sims site but none playing the game).
Sunday, I went to the pool, and swum until I hurt. Then after coming home and trying to stop smelling like chlorine I had lunch with Midget at the gardens and headed to the office for a semi-productive day of thesis editing.
Yesterday, too much of it was wasted reading Critic. Otherwise not a bad day thesis wise. Chugging along. And remembered to go to my brainpoker. She still seems a little hostile about my run of forgetting she existed. Then in the evening my quiz team piked, so I watched Desperate Housewives and then played some sims.
I should have breakfast and be productive like.
24th July 2006 - Christina, V. and Mart. With Nocturn. Vigil.
Tuesday, work on thesis. Not much else to say for it as a day. I briefly caught up with Midget in the evening on the way home from varsity (I heard a loud voice, made a judgement call and followed).
Wednesday, again work related, though much of it wasted reading a book that turned out to not be helpful at all. Darn misleading titles. In the afternoon my office had a communal afternoon tea in the link. I think it is the first time that whole lot of us have been social together. Wednesday night featured Scrubs - yay for a the new series.
Thursday I read Sir Gowther for Medieval Reading Group. Thursday night was spent debating about it. It was a pretty awesome night, and a pretty screwing lay. Demon babies becoming blessed messengers of God...
Friday morning I went to my doctor, it didn't go well. I got quite told off. Blood pressure was up by a lot, as was my weight. Though currently in the skinniest jeans I've fitted since I was a teen, I've gained over 6kg in the last three months. possibly proving I should never go out with anyone. Whenever I have someone else in my life, I get tubby. And when it ends I spend a while getting even tubbier. Nuts. Then, just as I was wishing my world could just end, my new computer parts arrived and made the world a tiny bit better. Friday night was spent at Simon's while he built my new computer. It didn't quite go to plan so ended up requiring me crashing the night on his couch.
Saturday morning I watched the finally parts of my puter being set up, while rubbing arms that where feeling weird from the sleeping bag sleep. By the time I got home I'd entirely stood Meg up for swimming, and was more concerned with installing stuff on my new computer and checking that it worked than anything sensible.
Time I get ready for school, will finish writing this later.
26th July 2006 - Anne, Mother of Mary.
I hate being sick. Monday, just after writing the above, the weird shaky feeling I'd had on Friday came back, and brought some nausea with it. I ended up not going anywhere.
Yesterday I felt marginally better, went to varsity and then achieved nothing as was still feeling too crap.
Today I have stayed home, aiming to be well tomorrow.
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