There and back again
12th June 2007 - SS. Basilidies, Cyrinus, and Nabor.
Okay, the last month is pretty covered in the travel-blog, though I do intend to flesh some bits out on here. But not tonight. I'm tired, sleeping at the right times is still proving problematic. Just writing this so anyone to slack to have checked the other will know I'm alive, or some equally pointless reason.
19th June 2007 - SS. Gervasius and Protasius.
It is freaking cold. My goosepimples have goosepimples.
Dunedin since I have been back has followed cold with cold.
I know I should flesh out my trip, but I have that whole other blog that covers it quite as well as anything my memory could muster this long afterward could. Old age is making me retarded.
I did discover I have an unwitting attraction to aussies. The two times, on my trip, that I thought "now there is someone I'd like to be naked and horizontal with - right now" the prospective victims turned out to be Aussies. I think they may even both have been Melbournites - one fo philologist at Kalamazoo the other a tourist up the CN Tower. It was disturbingly creepy - I loathe the Australian people, the universe is taunting me.
Since I got back to Dunedin, I've been out to be social once. A quite nice party at Camilla's where I discovered the joke I thought I was the punchline of before I left was actually a joke on me - I was victim, not punchline - which would be a good thing were not for the context. Actually, even with the context "go me and not being the joke people play on people"....
I was about to say I spent last week being anti-social, but then realised I spent Tuesday evening attempting to entertain Simon but mostly just adding to his stress levels and Thursday evening mosre successfully entertaining Alana. Sure, I slept through soccer on Wednesday and was too cranky (due to 4am flatmate domestic disputes) to be social in the weekend - but that's life. I had also had a week of lunches with people. Weirdly busy all around considering I was doing sweet eff all.
Over the weekend I also discovered Studylink had terminated my payments a month earlier (turns out I hadn't overspent as much as I'd thought). Monday morning I discovered this was because the university had told them I was no longer enrolled. So I bowled in to the uni to find out what was up. All they could work out was that there was some sort of clerical error, but that was about as far as they were willing to go as far as explaining things. Hopefully it is now all sorted, not sure if I'll get backpay though. Could make things annoyingly tight for no good reason.
Yesterday I saw my supervisor for a de-briefing and planning what I'm doing next thesis-wise. It was great, he sided with my argument over that which followed at the conference, and is being more hands-on a supervisor than he usually is. I came out of the meeting feeling very happy.
Neopets World Cup is on. It is bad for me (due to being a little tempting a distraction).
Darn what is basically a soccer flash game.
23th June 2007 - Etheldreda, V. With Nocturn. Vigil.
Last night the snow knocked the power out, so I was woken by my UPS at 3am. Snow was worth watching come down at the time though. And it means for at least those couple of hours Liesl's heater wasn't adding to our powerbill...
Anyway, this week has been not so productive.
Got properly moved in to my new office. Played soccer badly on Wednesday night, and bled everywhere after losing in a collision of my bare shin vs a shin guard. Was home sick on Thursday, distracted on Friday and cold today. Achieving bunches I am.
I spent the day today in the office, to minimise my personal contribution to the hugeness of the powerbill. Liesl is going to bankrupt us all.
Anyway, I'm off to curl up under a blanket to keep warm.
26th June 2007 - SS. John and Paul.
Last night, I finally saw Pirates of the Carribean 3. It was entertaining, though not good. Worth seeing though, as I didn't have to pay. It was an evening out with my dad and brother.
Thesis work is going excruciatingly slowly. Theory is mind-numbing, which is turn makes me significantly more distractable. The new woman in my office has already awaken my homicidal tendencies through her complete disregard to the fact that other people's belongings are other people's. You don't fuck with other people's stuff, and especially not in ways that can't be repaired. It bugs me a lot, though I managed to refrain from directly threatening to lay charges on her if she interfered with anything of mine, just. I think I did very well....
In other Matthew's-growing-anger-and-hatred news, my mother has taken to public speculating about my sexuality. While I could give a rat's arse what her opinions are on the matter, the supposed proofs she is discussing are quite offensive. Like I need more reasons to wish an unpleasant end on that harpy. She is going in to a home the first day possible and being forgotten. I have to get around to breeding, so there can be grandchildren with whom she is allowed absolutely no contact.
27th June 2007.
I think my retard flatmates not-boy-friend is still using our washing machine and drier - even though she is out of town. This makes me cranky.
I'm just home from soccer and my room is freezing to the point my lungs are being spaztards. Soccer was mostly good, lots of new people and more girls playing the usual. I was full of porcinocidal rage (I don't think that's a thing, or even a word). Bacon irks me, with his stupid serial killer eyes and general complete unlikeableness. What is with a universe that allows people like that to exist - I think it is proof there is no god.
Well, I guess the universe allows me to exist, and I'm possibly just as offensive to the aesthetic world.
I need new lungs. And the illicit sex life my mother is telling people I have (turns out my apparent long-term singleness is really just a cover for all of the dodginess I'm getting up to on the sly - why didn't someone tell me this sooner....). Rage is now back to being homocidal - matricidal to be specific.
I am very angry of late. I wonder if it is a sign of something - or just extreme old age kicking in.
