Winter: It's not the Canadian Summer I ought be having
3rd July 2007.
Last week, I water balance was doing something crazy. Weight yo-yoing 5kgs from day to day. Probably not a healthy look, though did coincide with a lot of people (well, ladies) commenting on how young I was looking with the shaven look. I'd been shaven for weeks without anyone saying I looked young, I think young requires shaven and weird water retention puffiness to iron out the wrinkles of age. Either that, or the outbreak of pimples I was suffering had shaved years off my apparent age.
My typing has been absolutely crap recently. I'm wondering if it was the month overseas (and mostly away from keyboards) or if my brain is just turning to putty. Possibly with early onset Alzheimer's disease.
Otherwise my week has been pretty uninteresting. Except in the weekend when I went swimming with Meg, before a day of drinking and socialising and pretending to be a normal human at Fiona and Johann's housewarming. Made for a great Saturday all up, even if I've felt like arse ever since. Lost sleep is not something I make up easily.
On the way to varsity yesterday I passed the local synagogues and they had signs up to keep parks cleared for a funeral inside. And while I was passing a car pulls up right in the very centre of the blocked up parks. Two asian girls got out and walked to a student flat. The driver got out and sneared at the signs before following the girls in. Part of my brain thought "and that is where the racial stereotypes that feed racism come from" and a louder part of my brain filled with rage. The sheer disrespectfulness of it made me so angry. For the first time in my life I found myself compelled to tell someone to go back to their own country, but managed to refrain. Just. Realising that I was a hairs breadth from committing hate crimes, I scowled at them and walked away. Looking back, hate crimes might have been worth it. I'm becoming an angry old man, but you just don't disrespect other peoples grief that way. That they are Jews doesn't reduce their peopleness in any way, but that sort of behaviour makes certain individual students seem considerable less people (look how I refrained from anti-Asian sentiment, I deserve a prize...).
I realised this evening that I've been depression eating for the last few days - though I hadn't thought I was depressed. Maybe I'm just eating out of some weird new junkfood related neuroses. Maybe it's just anxiety. Heart disease and early death, here I come.
And, interesting note on the sanity front. I've been washing all my own dishes both before and immediately after use. Due to not wanting to contribute to the kitchen mess and due to not trusting my flatmates ability to wash. I've recently also taken to rewashing their dishes, especially when they have used stuff I own. The poor cleanliness is bugging me a lot. And while part of me wouldn't mind the flat population being thinned by an outbreak of pestilence, the thought that my mugs are being put away insufficiently cleaned pains me.
And my annoying flatmate is still making snide comments about how she thinks she is doing all the housework and that I'm not pulling my weight. I hate people. I should have stuck with the life sciences - I could be well towards depeopling the world by now...
20th July 2007 - Margaret, V. and Mart.
I've just spent pretty much a week in bed sick. Today is the 24 hour booksale and I'm pretty sure I'm still too sick. I'd just end up falling over and getting trampled to death my vicious old ladies.
The day after writing the above, I cleaned all the kitchen tops and the stove top, mad everything look less gross as the grossness was bugging me and then went out to dinner. The next morning I got up for breakfast and was met by an angry flatmate with "I wish people would clean up there own mess" and significant glares from me to the complete mess of the kitchen of which I had played absolutely no part. I'm officially over living with people. As soon as I have a job, I'm off to become a crazed hermit living alone. Insanity is hot, right? And chicks dig loners...
My feeling about flatting are not helped by how noisy said flatmate is being today. Loud sex and loud music coming through multiple walls to generally keep me irked.
I should write proper, after all the slackness, but it'll not happen today. Being upright isn't exactly agreeing with me.
31st July 2007 - Germanus, Bp. and Conf.
Well, I'm still a bit sick. It's irksome. I thought I'd come right on Friday, but then had a fun weekend and discovered I was kidding myself when the relapse kicked in on Monday (yesterday).
A chunk of last week I spent at varsity, sharing the sick around. But achieving absolutely nothing. Always a good look.
The weekend immediately after the last entry, I went with Midget and Katie to get Harry Potter the morning it came out. Sad, I know, but if I wasn't a geeky fanboy then I would be nothing at all. I got home and read the book pretty much in one go. This turned out to be a bad thing, as it messed with my sleep and was far from helpful on the being sick front.
The weekend since, was Oli's 27th birthday trip. It was fucking fantastic. The ice on the Ida was thick enough we could walk the whole length of the lake, the first time I've done that in my many years going to Oturehua. In fact, it was probably worth relapsing for.
I should go sleep, I ought go to varsity tomorrow, I've not in a while. And I've been getting cranky at people - which, weirdly, is making me appreciate a couple of my friends a whole lot more.
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