November 2006
This month cancelled due to lack of interest.
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2nd November 2006 - Com. of All Souls. At Vespers, Mem. of S. Mary, Mem. of S. Eustachius and his Compp.
I had a pretty quiet weekend. Oli was away, and I'm too lazy to be social without someone tell me to, so I played a bunch of Sims (having got the new expansion on Saturday) and pretty much being stay at home-ish. I did have a look at a few flats on Saturday (while out buying the computer game and farmers market veges), one of which seems pretty nice and livable - though I would have it to myself for December, which would be lonely and expensive. Sunday I rang a few places, and looked at a couple. One I was shown around wasn't bad, though the room is basically underground and dark and dank to match. Then Sunday evening I wandered over to my grandparent's for dinner.
Monday, I signed my contract for my new job. The rest of the day was spent running around like a madman trying to sort funding applications that needed posted that day. Hopefully I'll get money from somewhere, otherwise I'll have to pay for it myself.
Tuesday I felt a little arse, suffering from the stressing out on Monday. I went to Midget's performance exam thing with Alana. It was okay, though afterward she pissed me off enough that I had the sudden urge to throttle her. Seems I'm a bit cranky and people hating recently. I guess it happens...
Yesterday, worked in the office all day, soccer in the evening. Managed to not really get injured play, which was a nice change. So after a great game I was only a little bot sore today.
This morning I started my new job. It went pretty well. Though it seems I am far better at doing research I am not the slightest bit interested in than I am at doing stuff I actually like. I'm so much more productive on other work research than I am on my own. After work I went to dinner at Alana's, then picked up some discs I had lent my brother and that was pretty much my day.
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6th November 2006 - Leonard, Ab.
Friday, I spent in the office. Chugging slowly away on the thesis and then a quiet night in watching TV.
Saturday morning was slow starting. Meg bumped swimming back till after lunch, and at the salt water pool - which I decided I was too lazy to get too and that it isn't really equiped for what I planned to do. So instead I headed up to Moana alone and swam until I couldn't, then aquajogged and diving-board-chin-upped until my arms were screaming in agony. At which point I came home, grapping japanese soup for lunch on the way. I got home, sat on my bed and unexpectedly napped for about an hour and a half. Seemed I'd entirely worn myself out. As such I didn't go to Bridget's birthday party - by the time I was up and sorted it was about time to go to Lizzie's function. I went via my mother's to get angry at her a bit - which is always healthy.... When I got to Lizzie's I was first there, so entertained the dog for a while - wearing it out so that it spent much of the party asleep. Party was good. King of the Pirates is the ultimate firework, it was amazing. Lizzie had provided a fantastic array of desserts too. She does everything a little too well. After Lizzie's thing had ended I went and caught up with Oli for the tail end of their fireworks. He and Bridget invited me to go to Stewart Island with them this week, but I decided I can't really afford it and have a bit much on my plate at the moment without running away for a week. Stress levels wise, I probably should have gone.
Sunday morning I got irrationally annoyed at how good friends Reece and Simon have become - having a slight attack of thinking my friends were stealing my friends and I'd be left a friendless loser. In reality, I'll end up a friendless loser when people get sick of my constantly worrying they don't really like me. Anyway, I had a quiet day in, still feeling very sore from the pool and having yet another unexpected nap. There is a touch of worry that I may be coming down with something, I'm not usually a napper, but considering how much my arms hurt it could just be my body getting me back for buggering it over. In the early evening my dad called, so I got to talk to him for the first time since he went to Antarctica. Later, when I was considering going to bed, Midget rang and invited me out for fireworks. We ended up at creepy-neal's letting off the lamest little fireworks ever. They were so lame as to almost be cool - which is saying something. Then we went out for coffee, until the Metro closed and kicked us out which somehow led to a road trip to Taieri Mouth and Waihola. Not the most pleasant roads, and I was feeling more than a little gross for much of it. Too much dairy followed by road travel - not a good look. I didn't get home till about half past one, so am much more tired than I would really want to be.
This morning, my arms and neck are aching. Stupid exercise. Exercise is bad. The new breakfast cereal I got is too sweet. It looked to be all healthy and oat based, but it has been stupidly over sweetened. I think I'll have to grab a bag of rolled oat from the supermarket, they are much more palatable.
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12th November 2006.
Well, it turned out the cereal I was complaining about above made me horrible sick and I spent the day feeling very gross. SO I gave it to my flatmate - his only complaint is that he finds it a little bland. I'm much happier just eating rolled oats with milk. Monday afternoon I went and did a couple of hours at work so I could go to Midget's opera exam on Thursday. On the way home, I bought rolled oats.
Tuesday, I went to the office and did some thesis. Sorted a little more for my funding application and had a meeting with my boss. After that I headed in to town and spent the afternoon hanging out with my cousin Breffni, as she was in town for the day. Tuesday night I was cranky and had a headache.
Wednesday, the headache had grown up and turned into a migraine. So I spent the day at home feeling arse. I came online to email Midget and tell her I had a book for her, she turned out to be on and angry. Seems I shouldn't mention her on this thing as it makes her cranky. I was mostly finding it funny, which probably wasn't helping, I was also too sick to really take it in that well. Bonus of this is, while I may have done something that could possibly be considered wrong (and it was pretty debatable), she went off at me when I was sick - so the moral high ground becomes mine by default...
Thursday, I had work until mid-afternoon, then I headed to Midget's opera thing. I didn't really want to go, but I'd reorganised my week around it and was damn well not going to let all that reorganising go to waste. Afterward I posted off the last part of my application for conference funding, now all I can do is hope. Hope and save money on my own for when I end up having to pay for it myself. On the way home I impulse bought three year old cheese - it is so very tasty. I do like a nice old cheese, and I managed to get it cheap through multiple coupons of cumulative effect.
Friday, I was a little tired and grumpy after a night of very disturbed sleep (cheese at night = bad). Spent the day at varsity, chugging slowly at my thesis and getting cranky at it. Friday night I spent at home watching TV and playing interweb. One of my friends from first year who I'd not had any sort of contact with since started messaging me, and sleazing on me more than a little. A touch disturbing.
Saturday morning I went to the pool, and over did things a little. I got home to have breakfast and zoned out from tiredness. The result was that I missed Meg's birthday lunch - not the ideal plan. The rest of the day was spent participating in a neopets plot, as sad and tragic as that is. I was feeling too arse to do much else. Come dinner time I was feeling a bit better and wanted to do something. I ended up going to Simon's for an evening of Singstar. I had never Singstarred (can Singstar be a verb?) before, and I mostly sucked. I did okay on only a couple of songs, and Simon kicked my arse every time. It was a pretty good night, until I made a complete cock of myself by getting all deeply offended when he used our friendship as a comparison point for something. Go me and being a complete fucktard to spoil an otherwise very pleasant evening. I may not be all that crazy a person, but on that front I'm far crazier than I'd like. Didn't sleep well due to crankiness and the cat being annoyng loud through the night.
This morning I had a quiet one in, having decided I was too tired to play the Sims, I just arsed around on the net pissing Si off by apologising for apologising. Then Meg rang and talked me in to going swimming with her to make up for missing her birthday thing. So now I'm tired and sore and about to go have an early night.
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13th November 2006 - Bricius, Bp. and Conf.
I was so tired I could barely hold myself up, yet still had an arse of a time getting to sleep. There was too much going on in my head about how freaking tired I was for me to get to sleep. one of these days I am going to have to cave and get sleeping pills. I'm not particularily comfortable with the idea of drug induced sleep, but the not sleeping well thing is screwing me over (more than usual - being that I've never slept particularily well). Maybe I need to go to China and learn biofeedback martial arts techniques, see if I can learn to just drop straight in to sleep.
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21st November 2006.
Okay, I suck.
Last week was mostly spent at varsity.
On Tuesday, I got passport photos taken. I had got myself looking surprisingly tidy and then got got by wind and rain and ended up with a stray ringlet making me look a bit special - and I was generally shaggy.
Wednesday I picked up the photo. Soccer in the evening was great, though I came away limping and with significant visible bruising. I usually don't bruise so visibly.
Thursday I had work - and was feeling arse so powered myself though with a giant sickening bag of Skittles(R). Diabetes, here I come. So viles in large amounts. So very, very vile.
Friday I was trying to get my GP to fill in the guarantor box on my passport application, but in the end he couldn't until Monday. I got Stardust out from the library as I felt the urge to read it and Stew still hasn't worked out where he lost my copy to. I may have to make him replace it - though the chances he'd get the trade copy to match my set is rather unlikely. Friday night I went out for dinner with my father (who came down for the weekend) and my brother. Dad came bearing gifts he's purchased at the gift shop at Scott Base. Hooray for quality gifts. A Scott Base Hawaiian shirt (which I wore to varsity yesterday, it is great) and a Scott Base Victorinox back pack and matching blade. I've not had a bag that wasn't made to fall apart in ages. I am pleased. Friday night was spent getting dad's photos of Antartica (well, mostly just Ross Island) off his camera and on to CD.
Saturday I had a pretty lazy day, finished reading Stardust about lunch time. Then had a nice think about the casting for th emovie that has been filmed and what changes they will have had to make to the story to justify the casting. In the evening I went to Little Miss Sunshine with my father. Quite an entertaining bit of cinema - and entirely the kind of film my brother doesn't approve of, which may have been part of the point. This was followed by steakhouse dinner. Mmmmmmm, Steak Mignon.
Sunday was quite Sunday like. I had planned to go to the office, but couldn't be arsed. Instead, I did laundry and ate hummus (not to be mistaken with humus).
Yesterday, I went to the office and did a tiny amount of work - I'm starting in to a new chapter and have no idea where to start, which leads to crankiness. I went and got my passport forms back off my gp and was getting reading to post them when I saw my GP had marked the "void if marked" box on the form. More than a little frustrating. It means I have to get whole new forms and try and get him to fill them in again, and since he has signed the photo it really does have to be him. Very irksome. Some days, I am a big believer in complete global genocide of the human species.
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28th November 2006.
I got the forms re-signed and sent away and all seemed to be going well on the passport front until today I got an email declaring my suppeimentary ID forms unacceptable and requiring forms I don't possess. It seems the system has decided I oughtn't travel. Or possibly, the system is based on stupid assumptions.
Otherwise not much to say for last week. I'm floundering in my attempts to get in to my next chapter, and wishing I had a supervisor who actually supervised. But nothing new there. I am going to have to go and talk to the HOD and get some co-supervision on the sly.
The weekend was kind of busy. Friday night I went to the post-grad supervisor of the year awards and suffered from a heavy dose of open bar. Saturday morning I had a nice long swim while being annoyed at the PE school for having all the stuff I wanted to use booked so they could train to be PE teachers. An afternoon of blobbing was followed by heading out for quiet drinks and some street soccer with the soccer crew. Sunday morning I had to go to my cousin's first communion. One of those times I was glad I'm not catholic. Masses aimed at children annoy me a lot. They make V2 even worse. It was followed by a full day of family - and I managed to not get too pissed off at my brother. Personal growth: confirmed.
Yesterday, arsed around until about 10, then headed to varsity for a day when me and Lynda distracted each other and lead to both doing no work. Nice, but unproductive and ultimately leading to my stressing a bit about how little progress my thesis is making. In the evening I went and looked at a flat, I think I may be moving this weekend (if I can get it sorted).
Today, work. Am tired and cranky-er now.
