March 2007
Year four of my one-year-masters begins slowly..., now taking bets on when I'll get kicked out and fail!
8th March 2007.
Over the weekend, I hit the three year mark in my one year masters - which, of course, has led to me stressing and I'm now sick. Stupid, crappy sickly body.
It is also two months today until I skip the country. Woot.
On Friday morning I got into a shuttle with my father and went to the airport, then flew to Wellington (where I sat reading The Ladies of Grace Adieu and talking to my father about nothing in particular for about five hours until our connecting flight to Palmy. The plane to Palmy was tiny, I think it held twenty including the pilots, and had mismatched wings - which was disturbing. We survived, obviously as I am writing this, and were met at the airport by my cousin, Jocelyn, whom I had not seen in about seven years - during which time she's grown up and become a school teacher.
The YouTube footage above was sent to me by Si. I've had the mp3 for years, so it was great to see rather than just hear it. I love Lucy.
9th March 2007.
As you can see, I piked mid-entry yesterday. Headcolds suck and thinking isn't exactly working for me.
Where was I?
Friday night, in Bunnythorp (it turned out I managed to never actually go in to Palmy or Feilding) I realised I was going to have to take a weekend off of lent as the food being served was all either made of meat (farmers use beef the way asians use rice) or made entirely of things I'm allergic to. So badness followed, with a bit of guilt - but not all that much, I was too busy to be too guilty.
Saturday, I spent much of being a kitchen bitch helping with the last minute catering for the ceremony, the reception had professional caterers but for ome reason the ceremony also needed a feast served. The ceremony was very nice, in a big fancy private garden. Then it was off to Whakarongo for a enjoyable reception.
Sunday, after too little sleep, I went to the brunch the day after after then caught the plane home, on the flight finishing the book I'd taken with me and making dad read a bit of it.
Simon Pegg talks British vs American humour.
22nd March 2007.
Hmmmm, has been longer than I thought since I last wrote.
The week after I got home from P's wedding, I mostly spent at home with fresher flu. I slept a lot, and watched a the entirity of Green Wing. I do like Tamsin Greig. That weekend, I bought The Sims 2: Seasons. In the evening I went to a costume party, in the most last minute costume ever - yet was declared winner of best male costume, ahead of all the guys who had put effort in. Such a cheat is going as someone I look like anyway. All I needed was a backwards cap and a trench coat. I ended up feeling arse - seemed I wasn't as well again as I had thought - so came home quite early, walking with Lyall who had early morning plans on Sunday.
The following week, I mostly spent in my office doing work. I was, however, pulling a lot of half days as I persistantly failed to get well.
Last weekend, I finished my work for CIC, so am now unemployed. In happier news, my department is paying my conference registration costs - which makes my budgetting a little less panicky. I am likely still going to end up with a maxed out overdraft, but I knew I was going to end up in debt so that is okay...
This week, I've started writting my paper for Kalamazoo. It's going slower thn expected, so its a good thing I didn't leave it for the last minute.
Last night at soccer I managed to both rip my pants and take a soccer ball to the eye. Last night my left eye was swollen shut and I felt terrible. Today it is a bit bloodshot, but otherwise has returned to normal. Which is good. A black eye would have been embarrasing to explain.
27th March 2007.
Friday, I played my first game of badminton. The office badminton ladder had been randomly drawn and I was put at the top - so am now trying to work my way down it. Lizzie showed me how to play before the match. Result: 15-0, 15-0 (tradition scoring, not the new way). While I won plenty of serves, I could never win off my serve. Afterward I was sweaty, gross and surprisingly sore.
Saturday morning my arm hurt and one of the muscles in my forearm was poking up disturbingly and hurt to touch. Seems me and badminton don't entirely get along, and I'm still second on the ladder :(. Saturday evening I went out to watch the rugby with Oli - but the game was lame so we mostly just socialised while everyone but me got drunk. Was a good night, I got vegetarian turkish takeaways at about 2:30 in the morning on the way home. I'm bad arse.
Sunday, was pretty lazy. I don't realy recall having done much of anything except reading an article I had at home. Oh yeh, and I went swimming with Meg for a couple of hours - though it was lazy and mostly aquajogging.
Monday, I spent achieving nothing in the office. Which is always frustrating. Monday night, after spending a couple of hours sorting holiday photos on to CDs for my dad, I lay in bed reading Layamon(the y in that should be a yogh, but they are too much effort in html)'s Brut. Well an extract there of, which kept putting me to sleep.
This morning, I read Gildas's Ruin of Britain - to compare with the matching section of Brut. Less boring, but still not exciting. This was followed by another unproductive day on my paper - stressing me a little. This evening I had my dead languages book club, it was actually pretty cool. Now I'm tired and should go sleep.
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