Year four of my one-year-masters begins...
Penn Jillette?
4th February 2007.
Wednesday, more endnoting. In the evening, soccer. Was a fun game, I managed to come away limping and disturbingly bruised. I also scored the first goal of the game, which is always a nice feeling.
Thursday, I took a day off of endnoting, did some work on my thesis and went to a meeting to vote in the new postgrad rep. In the evening I helped Jo back her life in to her car (mostly I watched and did a little of the lifting).
Friday, after getting up too early in the morning to farewell my awesome if shortly lasted flatmate, I was back to the endnoting. In the evening I briefly went to a party, but wasn't in the mood having just been to my family home to visit my dying cat. She's only 17, and still seened to have a lot of life in her - but even though she is still acting mostly normal and purring like a chainsaw she has stopped eating entirely.
Yesterday, swung past the festival market, where I bought nothing, and the farmers' market, where I bought hot bacon, on the way to spending my Saturday endnoting. Almost have this part of the project done, hope to get it finished today or tomorrow. I drop a DVD back to the GreenIslandite after work, and in the process managed to fall on my face in the middle of the pavement on George St, surrounded by a whole hoard of people - who I'm sure found it comedy gold before writing me off as too much of a spasmotard to count as people - ripped the knee out fo my one tidy pair of jeans and bleed. Though my knees are still very sore, mostly it was a massive injury of pride (the having of which is a sin - so I guess in the grand scheme it probably counts as a good thing...). Then I picked up a PS2 from Alana's (I'm borrowing it off her boy) and Final Fantasy X off Lyall and came home to play games. Later in the evening I was supposed to head to drinks at Camilla's, but I fell asleep. Not entirely to plan.
I also discovered last night that another of my flatmates is leaving. Unfortunately he is basically the "head-flatmate". Much of the flat infrastructure will be leaving with him, such as almost all the lounge and the kettle and all the communal space heaters. All the bills are also in his name, so that will all need re-doing. I think I'm more concerned that he was the main reason I thought I could live in this flat - hopefully the replacement flatmates are likeable.
The self involved part of me thinks I'm driving people away.
Anyway, I'm off to breakfast and computer game for a while. Then there will be endnoting.
9th February 2007.
Sunday, endnoting didn't happen. FFX happened, all day.
Monday, I went in to work and mostly finished the project I've spend the summer on. Next work I'll be back to more interesting work. Still not that interesting though. Monday evening, I went to a BBQ and afterwards my brother came around to read some comics (my Joss ones, and my Neil ones).
Waitangi Day, I mostly played FFX, it was too hot out to move. I did go help Oli move a bath tub for his mother - those things are freaking heavy. I again piked on being social, though this time due to losing track of the time and it suddenly being twenty to ten at night and thus a bit late to go to a BBQ.
Wednesday, I went to the office and did some work on my thesis. Nothing too interesting. Had the first meeting with my supervisor in ages, going over the same chapter I went through with Lyn. Some of the advice was similar, much wasn't. And true to form I left the meeting with Greg feeling too stupid to be in post grad. In the evening I went to a farewell BBQ.
I'll write more later, I want breakfast.
Is now evening, and where was I? Thursday, I worked on my thesis a bit, did readings for Medieval reading group and had lunch with Michiel (which was very nice, as I'd not seen him in ages). I was having one of those days when I was feeling crap and people kept commenting on how I looked unwell. It somehow always manages to make it worse when people notice.
Today, I was feeling the kind of crap where people can't tell so much. Which makes it better. I went around town getting travel agent quotes for Kalamazoo. My saving hasn't gone as well as expected and I'm stressing a lot. Which is probably part of why I'm feeling so sick. I'd not complain if I up and died right now, I'm really feeling quite arse. I got a few hours work done, and plan to do a bunch more of the weekend, I need money. Would help if the uni was quicker about paying it. I think payroll has about a grand worth of time sheets from me that they haven't paid out yet.
11th February 2007 - Translation of S. Fredeswide, V.
I just realised I've been running on a weird sort of "if I just died, I could stop worrying" vibe for the last couple of days.
It's probably not healthy, or productive. And it is mostly just about money - money not usually being something I take much heed to having or not. The combination of a bunch of unexpected flat expenses right when I need to be buying plane tickets I already can't afford.... It is not doing me any favours.
The weekend has mostly been spent working and feeling arse.
13th February 2007.
I just the evening debating the construction of the holy female - which I think means we were deconstructing the sacred feminine, if I have my theory terms right - with the medieval reading group and several memebers of staff. It was mostly a two way debate, of which I was on the third side. Interesting, but I'm not sure I contributed much. Before that I had had a very pleasant and filling dinner with Alana, Mr. Alana and one of their work mates at The Esplanade. Earlier, the day had been spent getting plane prices down cheaper by searching around and taking quotes from place to place and sorting travel insurance. Tomorrow, I should have my tickets paid for. The day also featured my getting a phone line put in to my name. Something I'm a touch nervous about.
Yesterday, mostly went to sorting flights. In the evening I went to a post-grad function - technically a year opening function to welcome new people (to which no new people came) that was really a farewell for people leaving (which continues to not be me).
I am going to have to try and hit up the department for a little funding. I don't think anything will come of it, but if I keep asking they may eventually give me something tokenistic to make me stop asking.
I got a bank loan so I can buy my flights now. The bank ws a little too willing to give it, and never ever asked for ID or even made me sign anything. It is more than a little disturbing.
Anyway, I should head off, I want to get an early start on sorting things in the morning.
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22nd February 2007 - S. Peter's Chair.
Insomnia is arse. I haven't slept well in ages and it is starting to make me quite unpleasant (though I'm sure midget would argue that I'm always quite unpleasant). Anyway, I've a little catching up to do.
Wednesday last week I paid for as much of my tickets as my bank would allow in one day - and then had to not eftpos for the rest of the day. In the evening, a good game of soccer. After which I got completely trashed with my flatmates. I know remember why I usually drink beer, spirits are nasty, I got very drunk very quickly.
Thursday, feeling a touch the worse for wear (had already been quite tired then got bugger all sleep) I had lunch with midget, Rachel and the Rachel-sprogs before going and paying off the rest of my flights. Tickets paid for, I am now in bank debt for the first time in my life. I'm not loving it.
Friday, I worked. I came home tired and feeling like arse with hayfever and I failed to sleep.
Saturday morning I went to the farmer's market for my last bacon before Lent. The bacon guy there messed up my order and then made out like I was too stupid to know what I had ordered or what I had paid for - I suddenly became very glad that he'd not be seeing any more of my money for quite a while. I may just not go back to him ever again - screwing up and order is fine, but being an arsefaced bastard about it is less so. Then off to work, for what should have been seven and a half hours, but through which I only lasted five. I had a big dinner at Alana's to celebrate Chinese New Years Eve, then headed off to town to partake of the civic festivities. We got drinks at Toast, where I wsa briefly chatted up (wishful thinking) by the hot mexican I met at Oli's christmas do, and then chips from Nova. Then Alana piked and went home almost two hours before the fireworks. I hung out with midget and Katie until the fireworks, and then got myself dragged in to a stag party for someone I only sort of know. It was a good night and I got horribly drunk.
Sunday, I had my grandparents' 50th anniversary celebration during the day. It could have been quite pleasant had my mother not been there. Afterward I went to work and made up the time I missed on Saturday.
Monday, new postgrad in my office. The only person I have ever genuinely wished I had evil superpowers in order to punish horribly is now in my office - and has personal hygiene problems. I'm considering working from home a bit - as unproductive as that is. My gut instinct was the quit my masters and leave the department forever. It seems I'm going to be far from the only one working from home - the girls are already more than a little unhappy with the situation.
Tuesday was Fat Tuesday, so I broke out my Fat Tuesday emsemble - sometimes it is great to look like a complete tool. Even better, for the first time ever, I'm going in to lent already thin enough to wear the top button buttoned on my Fat Tuesday shirt. Was a good day. Rum, chocolate and pizza. I do like my gluttony. In the evening I had dead languages book club, which was easy distracted by many complaints about Stinky McStinkface.
Yesterday, start of Lent, already want chocolate. Helped run a table at clubs and socs - being that I'm currently still president of SFT. In the evening a great game of soccer was played. We won ten to six - though my short stink as goallie was responsible for three of the goal against us. Oops.
28th February 2007.
On top of insomnia, I've broken out in a hideous case of what appears to be stress-acne. I've never been this spotty in my life. What makes it extra annoying is that I have no idea what is bringing it on.
I even have a pimple on my eyelid - I'm not happy.
Thursday, I don't really recall, so I'm guessing I went to varsity and then came home to my PS2-abuse problem - wait, I had dinner with my father and brother to celebrate dad being back in the country. Friday, I had work and then an evening in. The insomnia making me quite unpleasant. Saturday, I stayed in as the weather wasn't agreeing with me and attempted to get some extra sleep in - without success. Sunday, I became a godparent. Monday, Tuesday and today featured unproductive attempts to work on the thesis. Monday also featured work, and Tuesday had Medieval Reading Group, and today lunch with Michiel, afternoon bible readings with some fundies and soccer.
Sleep is getting better but still not making up for what I've missed. I feel horrid.
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