September 2006
Universe hates me - so I'm getting it back.
2nd September 2006 - Cuthberga, V., not Mart.
I missed St. Giles. Poor effort.
I want a Dissinge Shakespere T-shirt. Or maybe a Nationalisme! one. I prefer a XL, in case anyone is feeling generous.
Chaucer blog merchandise - it is a disturbing sign...
The retraction shirt is good too...
I'm up too early - and am about to go swim.
7th September 2006.
I had a really good and productive meeting with my supervisor today. He was very helpful, even being quite nice. I think there may be pod people involved. This will require investigation, especially if I want to earn an alien-spotter merit badge.... (Okay, lame joke and recycled - I thought it up while chatting to Si earlier.)
On St. Giles I spent the day at varsity getting cranky at my thesis. Had another chat with Lizzie and ended up feeling a bunch better about how things were going. That evening I spent at home being an antisocial cunt.
Saturday morning I was up early for swimming when Meg cancelled on me just as I was leaving, so I went anyway and ended up swimming hard out enough to end up very sore. After a trip past the Farmer's Market for bacon breakfast I headed on. On the way I bumped into Scott for a quick chat in the street, which was nice though left me with the distinct feeling that he is scared of me. Midafternoon I headed in to town to meet my father for a late lunch. As the place he wanted to go was closed till five, we ended up killing time before a dinner at Great Taste. All you can eat buffets do have their place in the world. In the evening, after a token attempt to go be social, I ended up having another quiet one in.
Sunday morning I was being a slacker and putting off going to the office. Eventually I decided to stay home as Si had offered to come around and gift me some software I was sadly lacking. Then he gave me a ride to my grandparent's house - where I had dinner. My tolerance for my mother and brother is not high, fortunately my grandmother is awesome enough to make it worth suffering my mother's presence.
Monday, I spent in the office and the evening at home. Had lunch with my father and got a small but happiness inducing gift of money from him.
Tuesday, pretty much a copy of Monday, but the lunch with my father didn't include the gain of money.
Yesterday morning, my dad skipped town at some ungodly hour - not quite sure how long he is away - thus the seeing too much of him in the days preceding.
Back later - I have dinner to get to.
10th September 2006.
I'm having one of those insane moments when the fact friends of mine have become good friends with each other is really pissing me off. As, just as it always seems to happen, they are instantly faster friends than either have ever been with me. I think it just confirms that I'm a crap friend.
Okay, I'm probably just being crazy. But this has happened too many times in my life. I think I may just stop trying to pretend I can function as a human being and accept that I'm just not meant to be sociable with people.
And my freaking tooth still hurts - stupid dent school thinking sensodyne would fix it.
Okay, I'm cranky. I think I may go to bed and save writing properly for another day.
11th September 2006 - SS. Prothus and Hyacinth, Martt. Mem. only.
Okay, it turned out last night, once my paranoia had worn down a little, that the above entry was wrong (well, partially anyway). It wasn't what I was actually annoyed about, it was just an easier thing to be annoyed about.
Yes, I'm crazy.
The problem was really a conversation I had had in the morning where I discovered yet another of my friends has joined the preaching skank camp. While I have no real problem with my friends sleeping around, I have a big problem with their telling me I should be having random sex. In fact, it makes me quite cranky.
Insult to injury on this one was that it is someone I used to mock those sorts with.
Just home from school. Got chippies for dinner on the way home - hooray for hot lard. I was going to have sensible dinner, but the supermarket wasn't stocking the veges I wanted... Ah, well. Lard is good.
Dinner with Alana on Thursday was good. Left me feeling very full and happy.
Friday I had a quiet day in the office followed by heading out for Satay dinner and going to see Snake on a Plane with Shiny. Freaking awesome movie. Probably would have been smarter to go to Thank You for Smoking - but too late now and Snakes was very much worth seeing. It was just so superpoweredly crap that it was fantastic. Yes, I realise that is a bad reason to find something good - but it works. I got a ride home with my next door neighbour and his very pretty wife. Once I was home I caught Stew online for the first time in ages, so had a bit of a chat.
Saturday morning I went to the pool with Meg, then after getting a somewhat lazy swim on (we were both too tired to try very hard) I headed to Alana's work to buy something. This went horribly wrong when they turned out to not yet have what I wanted in stock. Bugger it. So lunch at Farmer's Market was followed by wondering slowly homeward. On the way I bumped into Leonardo the self-lubricating and had a very long and entertaining unsettling conversation about his views on hot Asian girls and the things he'd like to do to them. After I got home I lazed about for a while and played some puter game before heading to Oli's for a pre-party (before I party I had no intentions of going to). I bought chocolate milk on the way with the plan of not drinking any alcohol. Party at Oli's started pretty slow but was good. After drinking more than a litre of chocolate milk (the rest was shared around) I ended up drinking beer after all. So come midnight, I had had a fantastic time, was drunk and quite in pain from my dairy intolerance. Was a good night. I walked Oli to the other party, but didn't go in. Instead shared a taxi to Lyall's and walked home for some sleep.
Sunday morning, the conversation that inspired the crankiness occurred. Otherwise quiet morning of achieving bugger all, but for a little laundry. After lunch I headed to the office. Got some reading done, but little else. The noise of the work being done on the building was transmitting through the radiators - it was very annoying, more so than it had been in the past.
Today, the office was office like. Did work, but achieved less than I would have liked. Pretty standard really.
12th September 2006.
Yesterday morning, as a result of having earlier been told off about my tendency to whine, I decided to not talk to people if I thought it would lead to whining - so the result is I've basically stopped talking to people.
I had a quiet day at home today nursing a headache. I thought it was going to go migraine - but it didn't. Hasn't gone away yet though, so I'd not have achieved anything much in the office anyway. And The Dresden Dolls are in New Zealand this week, but nowhere I can afford to get to. Bugger it, I want to see them live.
19th September 2006.
Wednesday was my brother's birthday, so after spending the day in the office I headed in to town to have dinner with a whole bunch of my mother's friends. Once again my brother got a birthday party with an invite list picked by my mother and not including any of his friends. I'm glad my 16th was the only birthday of mine my mother organised, I mostly like to have people I actually like at things. My brother had been allowed to pick the venue though, so buffet goodness ensued. I ate far too much and got home on a vicious sugar high of the sort that leads to dancing and shadow boxing. Then when the high wore off, I crashed hard and had no option but immediate sleep.
Thursday I was in the office feeling more than a little buggered and getting angry at my thesis, when I remembered I had a call for papers from the International Congress of Medieval Studies in Kalamazoo. So dug it up and gave it a read over and saw the closing date 15 September and thought, hmmm, that's tomorrow. So I went and saw my supervisor who was far from excited by the idea of my applying and then went off to write abstracts. A very nice dinner at Alana's, that went far later than expected, was followed by late night abstract writing.
Friday morning I gave one abstract to my supervisor, having realised the other interesting one I had written would require much more knowledge of Judith Butler to pull off than I am willing to teach myself, and organised to get it back about lunch time so I could get sorted and send it away. Come 4pm, many hours of basically stalking his office lead to me finally tracking him down. He'd skipped off for many hours and not looked at the abstract. Colour me cranky. Had I not been seriously chasing him he would not have got the thing back to me at all. In the end I got Cassie from my office to read it and make suggestions, having realised my supervisor was not having a helpful day. But I got the thing away in time, and it was received without problem. Now I just have to wait and hope. Afterward I had dinner with my brother and father (who got the weekend off of Naval training and made it back to town) before meeting Oli and Mel in town to drink to Mel's safely leaving the country... I mean, going to Oxbridge. This was followed by a 21st with multiple kegs. I need to get better alcohol tolerance.
Anyway, will write more later, is past time I head in to the office for the day.
20th September 2006.
Where did I get too. Friday night keg partyage. It was okay, though had me feeling very old as they were all so young and stupid. Had the weird realisation when hugging Mel goodbye that that was the first time I had made physical contact with another human being in quite a while. For some reason while drunk that seemed important but I can't remember exactly why now. I walked Oli and Bridget home afterward, then borrowed a jersey off Oli to walk home, as I was in t-shirt, shorts and jandals and it was some ungodly hour of the morning.
Saturday I had a pretty lazy day of arsing about. The closest I got to doing anything was picking up the latest Sims 2 lame-arse money sucker from Harvey Norman. As I was getting reading for bed, sometime after eleven, some freak pulled open my window and shoved his hand through, dropping a fist full of miscellaneous garden stuff into my room. Gave me a bit of a shock and left me all anxious and paranoid for the rest of the night. Did not lead to sleep. Must get myself a shot gun (being in prison for shooting some retarded cunt would solve my lack of life direction).
Sunday, I was tired and cranky, but headed to the office anyway. Didn't get as much work done as I had hoped - due to the tired and cranky factor, and the drilling noise come through the radiators. Had a bit of a rant at Lynda about how the Police force is underfunded, and how much I dislike stupid people. On the way home I impulse bought Hell Pizza (that I couldn't really afford). Did end up sitting beside someone I have had a stranger crush on for a while, who turned out to be a history student and even more unobtainably out of my league than I had thought before. The pizza, having taken a bunch longer than they had estimated, wasn't very good. I think Dunedin's Hell Pizza has gone to seed already. I may just have to stick to Filafelfio's, or Yilmaz's.
Once again this will be finished later. School beckons.
24th September 2006.
Okay, so I only got up to a week ago. Hmmmm.
Monday, I went to the office. Did some work, read critic, visited the brain poker for the first time in a while. Was having a pretty good day all around. Later afternoon we decided as an office to chip together and buy a big bag of little donuts. This proved a stupid plan. The woman running the cart was extra generous as it was the end of the day and she pretty much just cleaned out all her leftover stock on us. After some feasting we were all feeling gross and icky. I came home to the least lardy meal I could manage (99% fat free vege soup) and still felt over larded. Donuts, so good they become so bad. Like teh opposite of Snakes on a Plane.
Tuesday morning I felt like crap. Donut-induced weird dreams leading to crappy sleep. The day followed rather uninterestingly. I was in the office doing work. Just before going home time, Oli rang and invited me out to the movies. So Tuesday evening was spent watching Thank You for Smoking. I very much enjoyed it, it is one of the best movies I have seen in a very long time. Possibly proving high budget special effects are a little wasted on me. Tuesday night also featured an embarrassing discovery. Rain and wind combined to give me surprisingly convincing Farah-hair. It looked like I had paid to have it done, and made me look like a complete fag.
Wednesday, the day in the office chugging away on Caroline Walker Bynum surprisingly entertaining feminist history work. In the evening I went to soccer with Oli and co. Had a good night of playing and many minor injuries, including astroturf burns on the elbows. Only thing that bugged me was there was a new guy on my team who was a bit of an arse about only passing to people he thought were good - thus pointedly not passing to me, even when the only other option was losing the ball to the other team. I was a little offended. I'm unco, I appreciate that, but there is no reason to be that much of a cunt about it.
Thursday I decided I am taking a holiday from my food chapter, and I'm going to write preliminary drafts of the parts of my thesis I haven't worked on this the latest topic tweak. Rewrite after rewrite will be the death of me.
Friday, I was signed up for two different symposiums at varsity. A OUSA organised Postgrad one, and an interdisciplinary gender/family/culture one. Can't say I was hugely thrilled by the idea of either, but teh day went pretty well. Managed to hear several very interesting seminars and was well fed by the catering of the events. End of the day I went to English department drinks and discovered even after all the food I'd et that I was having a can't-really-handle-two-beers day. It is sometimes embarrassing to be me. I snuck off from the drinks when I realised I was drooling over someone at one of the other groups in the bar and thought I should leave before I embarrassed myself in front of the head of department. Ended up having dinner in town with Shiny, before coming home to watch Rove.
27th September 2006 - SS. Cosmas and Damian, Martt.
Once again, distracted before I'd finished my entry.
And too lazy to write now. Sorry, Shelley. The urge to play Civilization is too strong.
