March 2008
Still sick, so still boring.
1st March 2008 - David, Bp. and Conf.
I've spent more of today playing computer game than I should have, but I woke already hurting as if I'd been doing things I oughtn't and basically got too fucked off at the pain to heed it. Hasn't got any worse than it was when I woke up, that said it is still pretty nasty. When water makes you feel like you might chuck it is generally a bad sign. Dinner seems to have settled the stomache for now though. I made not-even-remotely-nachos (chunky veges and navy beans (with 'Boston-style' sauce - which is disturbing as it lead to my brain trying to decided how the sauce resulting from other cityname-styles (Princeton or Oxford) could be hygenic) on corn chips), which was surprisingly tasty.
I'm having a bit of trouble with the linear thinking at the moment. And yet tonight I'm going to be leaving the house (me leaving the house at night is basically unheard of recently) and going to a party for a while. Not entirely convinced I want to be at a party, but I really do have to go somewhere with actual people.
I realised as I was leaving the house that it is the first time I've left my building after dark. It was weird. Then I climbed up the hill to find Oli had the address wrong and the party was at the opposite end of Stafford St. Of course, I stood around int he drizzle for a while before this was sorted. The party was crowded and loud, but swigging on a 1.5 litre bottle of Sparkling Lemon I managed to have a pretty good time. Even being tired and cranky. Quirk factor of the night goes to the drunk twelve-year-old (okay, probably more like twenty) who decided I was an image of Jack Black and thus exceptionally hot. I've not been that openly hit on in a long while.
4th March 2008.
Sunday, I went out for lunch with the teenager I'd met the night before, mostly to prove that sobriety and daylight would dispel the lingering belief that I was in some way appealling. Which turned out to not be what happened. So I now have a shiny new friend who is doing great things for my ego and lives very near me - which is helping with my lonely flat issues.
Not too much else going on in my life. Too much computer game playing, and still working through the Naomi Novik novel that I wish I'd never started. Meg recommended it, but I'm still not convinced.
Tonight I'm entertaining a couch surfer from Belgium. He seems nice enough. And doesn't look like a serial killer, so I'll hopefully still be here in the morning.
5th March 2008.
The Belgian couchsurfer didn't kill me. Much to the disappointment of all. He wasn't serial killer like at all, and was in fact an entertaining evening and clean host guest. Can't fault the system.
After sending my guest off with only mildly helpful instructions on the best way to the train station, I lazed about a while working a few pages from that book. Then I headed off for lunch with the Midget. Was a pleasant lunch. And she mostly didn't harrass my goatee (I was talked in to it, and am trying to for a few days before I shave it off - I keep seeing Mark Forbes and then realising it is just my reflection, which is far too disturbing). I swung by the office to pick up some stuff and lament that I've got too fat for a bunch of my clothes (the girls in my office are always very flattering, it is great), then I did some shopping and killed some time before meeting Alana at her work and heading down the valley for dinner. After a quick swing past to drop my brother's birthday present off (six months early) and pick up a parcel, I settled in at Alana's for Mikey supplied Nacho dinner. On the way home I almost missed my bus and had to run. It seems my fitness has completely gone out the window. Even more than an hour after getting home I'm still feeling shit from it. This is even worse a feeling than the discovery a few weeks ago, the night I went to Mornington for takeaways, that I'm not beaten by the sort of hills I used to walk up every day to get home. Part of my thinks I should have stayed up Pine Hill, or found some other hill to be up. But the little part of me that is mostly rational stops and points out how much trouble I was having getting home and how if I'd stayed living up there while I'm sick I may have ended up collapsing in a gutter half way up. Though I don't think I'm that bad yet, my body is just crapping out completely with things I didn't really even think about six months ago.
I'm a bit cranky.
I should stop bitching about my health and go sleep. Tomorrow, I have Mirrormask to watch (my surprisingly expensive DVD order from oz turned up, our exchange rate versus oz isn't particularily good, unlike all the rest of them, so it caught me little unawares).
9th March 2008.
Thursday night I was taken out for dinner. I am really out of practice at being wooed - it's not something I ever really expect in my life, being a homely bugger and all. Tokyo Garden for dinner and then a night curled up (on the mattress from my bed but on my lounge floor) watching DVDs.
Friday followed on. I spent the day playing shadow, which was fine. In the afternoon we went to PS. I love you - which is a shameless chick flick and exactly what you'd expect. Some day I may have to put my foot down on film selection. I'm going to get chick flick'd out quickly. Friday night we went out to a party. It mostly sucked for me, a bunch of younguns either ignoring me or sneering in disdain. Even thought it occasionally sucked, I still stayed out far too late.
Yesterday I mostly just napped at home. The overdoing things had pretty much taken me out. I had trouble even keeping my meds down in the morning, which I guess is a lesson about not going out at night and letting my body get the sleep it demands. I went to the farmers' market too late and all the good veges were gone. In the evening I went to Mornington for takeaways. I've got takeaways for dinner twice while I've lived here, and have now crossed off two of Mailer St's four takeaways as being not that great.
Today I'm again slacking around home. I'm watching Firefly and waiting for my aunt and uncle to turn up with a delivery (a big metal filing cabinet and maybe an electric organ). And I'm eating Mackintosh's toffees so jaw hurts a lot.
I landed a bunch of furniture today. A big metal filing cabinet that I was expecting, and a bookcase and my great-grandmother's electric organ. Then after a quick visit from my young friend to organise plans for this evening, I headed to my grandparent's for dinner. It was a nice enough dinner, even with my family present. Then I came home to my plans for the evening being cancelled and replaced with "coffee sometime this week". I guess my appeal has worn off. I knew it'd happen, I was just hoping it'd take a little longer.
11th March 2008 - Keys of Easter.
Creepiest spam message I've ever received turned up this morning. Advertising date rape drugs and pushing date rape as a victimless crime and the perfect sexual experience. There are some scary people in the world.
Now that I've been put off humanity, I should go have breakfast. For reasons seriously lacking in reason I'm off to Timaru today.
13th March 2008 - Last day for Lent to begin.
I'm becoming far too attached, considering the 'just friends' speech has already been and gone. It shall end badly, which is ridiculous. things should end badly unless they've actually started in some way. I've been single too long, and it is making me stupid.
And I've been too distracted to keep this thing up. Which I guess isn't really that much of a loss.
Monday, I spent the day unpacking stuff. I'm still never not unpacked, after more than seven weeks here. It's a poor effort. Monday night I got talked in to going to Timaru for Tuesday.
The road trip up to Timaru was surprisingly nice. Pleasant conversation and all. Timaru itself, not the bestest place in the world. But the people I meet all seemed okay. The trip home was less fun as I was tired and grumpy and cold and was a bit of an outsider on the conversation. Basically it was a big day and I don't handle big days as well as I should be able to.
Yesterday, lazed about sleeping and recovering from the day before. And finished off Charmed Life, after being woken up by visiting JWs. In the evening I was talked in to going to Pint night. The crowd is one I would have to get used to, but don't really want to. Otherwise it was a good night.
Today, lazing. Michiel visited, which was nice. And I went to Alana's for dinner. Sort of covers the day. Now I'm moping about at home being annoyed at my own emotional stupidity.
17th March 2008 - Patrick, Bp. and Conf.
Friday, I was woken by the buildings fire alarm, stumped in to actual clothes and got down stairs in the first minute. I was one of the first out of the building even though I was asleep on the top floor. My neighbours worry me a little. Friday night I was getting ready to go to a block party down the valley when my shiny new friend turned up and offered to make me dinner. It was a very pleasant if weird night. I've never spent this much time with someone I was going out with, much less someone who backed down from the flirtation line and called 'friends'.
Saturday morning, as I still had company, I bailed on getting myself to the farmers' market. I then arsed about most of the day being too lazy to go to the swimming pool. In the evening I dolled up and headed off to Stu and Krysha's engagement/farewell party. It was freaking awesome. After an awesome night, I came home to a house guest again. The sleeping over while keeping things on a just friends level gets weirder every time. It's probably not doing good things for my mental state.
Also not helpful, my tendancy to leave my stuff lying about as I'm pretty careful about my house. Other people, through not being weird, walk about like normal and lead to my glasses meeting a horrible end. I've never broken my glasses before, it turns out to be really annoying. My old glasses bring on headaches so much faster. I almost think I should be upping my meds, except that that would make me crazy... -er. So I spent Sunday cranky, headachy and full of nausea. I didn't do too much else, other than receive a couple of bits of furniture from my family. Mum got me a $25 dollar second hand couch. It's quite clawed and eaten, while appearing to have been made out of cathair held together with cat smell/urine. I'm giving it a trial, but suspect I will still have to sort with Dad and get a decent one. I'm a bit suspicious mum found out I was sorting a couch with dad and just wanted to get in first to one up him. Later in the day my grandparents brough me, as an early birthday present, a bedside cabinet. It is beautiful, too beautiful for my flat as it shows up basically everything else. It must have cost them far too much. It also is going to encourage me to use up my neopol polish even faster. I have a problem.
Today, I went to talked to my optometrist and found I have to sort the insurance first so went and talked to them instead. Guess I'll have to wait a couple of days to find out what is going on. Then I rang HNZ for a plumber. I now have spanking new taps in my laundry. Now I'm lazing about at home and enjoy the fact I'm going to have my bed to myself tonight. My life has got too weird.
20th March 2008 - Cuthbert, Bp. and Conf..
I think my hayfever is fucking with my meds. Yesterday I was mostly too sick to do anything. Just going to the mailbox, which is inside my rather small building, led to my collapsing on the stairs. Which turns out to not exactly be fun.
This is possibly punishment for having felt so gosh darn healthy on Tuesday that I went around acting like people. Spending the day in town doing stuff and being sociable.
And I have just realised tomorrow is Good Friday, so at some point I'm going to have to go and buy easter eggs for people (at least, my family - which maybe doesn't count as people). I think my friends will probably be fine with my not buying stuff as they mostly seem weirded out when I do.
I should go back to bed. The constant pain led to less than ideal amounts of sleep for all that I seem to have won back having my bed to myself.
26th March 2008.
Okay, I've been slack.
On the night of when I last wrote, after a pleasant dinner of homemade pizza at Alana's, I came home to a night of DVD watching and having a warm body in my bed, to be abandoned pretty early in the morning with concellation plans I knew I'd be stood up on. So I had a quiet day in reading and napping.
Saturday morning I rushed in early to the farmers' market and got fruit and veges, most of it nicely local (the carrots were advertised as 11km, most of the rest was from Outram). Then home via Real Groovy where I managed to get the Neverwhere DVD set for $20. I had to be home by 10am as I was expecting company. Catriona down for a couple of days of Easter. Was good to catch up, I'm terribly slack at keeping in touch with peoples. Later in the day, my cousin Duncan turned up for a couple of hours of surprise visit, which wasn't too bad either.
Easter Sunday I was woken by a txt message informing me I was about to have my god daughter turning up ti get me. Plans had been made involving me that no-one had thought to warn me about. So, after a mad rush to get showered and dressed, I headed off to a morning of chasing preschoolers around a playground in Maori Hill. Then after lunch with Alana and Mikey I wandered home to stuff around a bit before headed to my grandparents for dinner and exchanging of Easter Eggs. Just as I was about to go to bed on Sunday night, my other-of-dubious-significance (or possibly significant-of-dubious-otherness) turned up to watch DVDs and sleep over, before buggering off pretty much as soon as waking in the morning. The weirdness of the whole thing finally actually pissing me off. I'm not a massive fan of bed sharing when I am involved and bed sharing without anything for my troubles is grating.
Monday, I mostly slacked about at home reading the last Chrestomanci book. They've been keeping me entertained for awhile now, and only somewhat confussing me. In the evening I went out and watched The Boondock Saints with people I seem to be becoming part of the circle of friends of. Good movie, mostly.
Yesterday, I stuffed about enjoying the public holidayness and the general laziness that is my life on the days when the painkillers are mostly working.
Today has mostly gone to sleeping. I'm feeling utterly buggered for no good reason. I have to make sure I go to the Free Tibet meeting tonight, after I was too sick last week and missed the protest event. I'm such a bad society president, I can't wait for the AGM to replace me with someone less useless.
31st March 2008.
I'm not exactly a happy camper. My platonic bedwarmer turned out to be getting loving from guy who aren't me, and even though I have no actually grounds for it I'm feeling very put out by it all. Must learn not to emotionally attach to the inappropriate. Or at all, really.
Anyway, last Wednesday I made it to the Free Tibet meeting, even after being distracted by the Midget and thus being a touch late. The planning meeting went well enough.
Thursday I had a sleepy day until going to meet Alana for dinner - Nachos made by her pet Mikey - doing nothing more than lying about at home and then cutting my hair myself again to discover I've got even balder. Yay....
Friday, the day has gone in a bit of a blur. In the evening I was invited out to singstar, though it turned out I was only invited so they could use my PS2 (well, technically it is Mikey's). And it was then I found out about the guys not me. I basically spent the evening in a bit of a daze faking being okay with things.
Saturday morning I went with Rachel's sprogs to see the Rainbow Warrior. Turns out, it was pretty boring. Especially for the preschoolers. The boat wasn't the most interesting of boats and they talked a LOT. Then after blobbing at home for a while, I headed around to Simon's for a evening of DVD watching. It was a very pleasant evening. I possibly wasn't the best company, my head was in a funny place, but I don't seem to have offended.
Sunday, much lazing, and then grandparent dinner before curling up on my couch and watching a DVD.
Today was all go. I can't really do all go, so I feel extremely bad. Everything hurts. I did manage to spend the day scaring small asian girls though- so I guess it was worth it.... I was helping run the protest march organised last week. Though all I really did was run some errands at the start and then spend about six hours near-constantly handing out information leftlets, only getting a break for a few minutes when we ran out before the next lot had come from the printer. I did a pretty good job, I handed out many hundreds of the things.
Time I go sleep. All the unrelated noise in my head is making my not a good person to be near the internet - I ought go before I end up pissing off my ex.
