Probably about to start failing undergrad.
2nd July 2009 - Visitation of Blessed Mary. Mem. of the Martyrs.
Tuesday, I went to see teh new Transformers movie with my dad and brother. It was entertaining, if more than a little terrible. It proved that complete crap can be a lot of fun to watch. In the evening I blobbed at home and got an email from an italian PhD student with an out of date flatlist, so the room shouldn't be empty too long when I get cranky.
Wednesday morning I was cranky and all up to give Eamon marching orders, but he didn't get up until I was heading off to the swimming pool. The exercise was good, though I have to go more often as I'm spreading out into a giant blob of lard. I got home to the flat full of spray making it nasty to breath in. I guess some things don't change - I was just glad I had left my bedroom door closed. Much of the day was spent hiding in my room while I aired out the rest of my flat. In the evening I headed off to dinner with Oli (as he and Bridget had just got back from Wellington), meeting up with Camilla as she was passing through town. It ended up an expensive night - awesome food though. I also got myself invited to Queenstown for the weekend, though I really can't afford to go. Stupid being on the dole. Someday I need to find out if I'm eligible for the invalids benefit as I'd then at least be less poor. I also didn't get home till one in the morning.
Today, I pretty much spent entirely in bed finishing off Soul Music. Will now have a break and read some library books I have out before getting back to Pratchett.
Right now I'm more than angry enough to kick my flatmate out, but as I may be going to Queenstown, I think it'd be better put off until I get back - I don't trust him not to steal or trash my stuff while I'm away as it is.
And tonight I'm feeling more neurotic than usual, so I'm off for an early night before I start entirely fucking people off ('people', here, probably just meaning Simon).
5th July 2009.
Kicking out my flatmate went much easier than expected, as soon as I started steering the conversation that why it turns out he feels I've been being an arsehole to him and was pretty keen to move away, so I didn't end up actually having to do any kicking. The thinking that I'm an arsehole thing explains why he has been avoiding me so much recently. It seems that by not stopping to talk to him in town or to introduce him to my family, I had offended him horribly. I guess it works out well for everyone then.
Wait, he just came out to rant some more about how unpleasant I am in general and how I make everyone uncomfortable. I supposedly scare his daughter so much they don't like visiting him. Go me.... or something. I think I have more proof on the being a monster front.
So, other than the being a monster, what've I been up to. On Thursday night I curled up and read Gifts by Ursala Le Guin, which I finished on Friday morning. After finishing it I went to the library and swappedit for a grown up book. While I can reread books, and am mostly okay with kids books, new grown up books aren't going so well. I like Paul McAuley's books a lot (well, maybe not a couple of the more recent ones), and this one features most of the things I most like about his writing. The problem is that I'm comlpetely failing to follow the story, my brain is just sucking. I don't think it is even that complicated. I'm just too darn stupid.
On Friday night I was all packed and ready to head off to Queenstown for the weekend when Oli rang, about when I was expecting him to pick me up, to say they'd cancelled it due to road conditions (which is probably a good thing both for safety and for stopping me bankrupting myself). I ended up spending the night watching TV at Oli's instead.
10th July 2009 - Seven Holy Brethren, Martt.
This morning I finished Voices, the sequel to Gifts which I read this time last week. I should have been doing Latin study but it is going so badly that it's making me physically unwell. Turns out that I'm sick enough these days that it takes bugger all to push me across in to not being able to keep food down. It's just plain unpleasant. My tolerance for being sick is very much running out. In the next couple of weeks I have to sort an doctors visit and go yell at his irrationally a little - it'll make me feel better. I may even have to find out if I'm eligible for the invalids yet - for while it would be accepting defeat a little, it'd make me less poor and take the sting out of the finacial unpleasantness of the last flatmate. He hasn't been here since Monday morning but hasn't moved out. I suspect I'll be stuck with him for a couple of weeks with him not paying rent. And I'm guessing there is no chance of geting money for the power bill out of him (especially as I've yet to get the money for the last one - and he couldn't see how he wasn't the perfect flatmate...).
Otherwise the week that was. Saturday night I went to a party with Oli and forgot that I'm a complete light weight these days. Thus I was still a bit drunk heading in to Sunday afternoon, when dad took me to Couplands. Passing the flatmate when on the way to dad's car was one of my great crimes. Crazy people who think it's rude for me to not introduce my dad... anyone who has met my dad know's it is the introduction that is the unkindness. I think all that followed is covered above.
Monday, I spent in bed reading Paul McAuley's The Quiet War, while I enjoyed it a lot I had significant trouble following it. It had too many intertwined narratives for my crappy sickly brain to keep track of. Tuesday followed much the same. I finished the book just in time for How I Met Your Mother on Tuesday night.
Wednesday, I spent attempting Latin study. It didn't go well. It didn't go well at all. Basically I just made myself sick and got nowhere. It was basically a day of bad. In the evening I went to South D and had mixed grill from the Turkish place just to get away from myself a bit before I went completely bonkers.
Thursday, I went in to uni with Bridget and course approved. Mine went much slower than hers, between the classics line moving insanely slow and everyone generally being confused by CoP students and not knowing which boxes to tick. This was followed by stalking Greer to work and going to lunch with her and Bridget. Frank Sandwhiches in the link are actually pretty good. After getting an ID photo where I look like I've been slapped upside the head, I abandoned Bridget at UBS (where I bought my overpriced Latin textbook) and went on a delivery mission passing DVDs from Alana on to their intended target. Then back to English where I borrowed Emily from her office and was social for a good chunk of the following afternoon. Come dinner time I couldn't bring myself to cook so conned my father into shouting me dinner out. It was good, though I ate far too much salad.
15th July 2009 - Trans. of S. Swithin & Compp.
The being up and at it every morning with classes is taking it out of me a lot more than I'd like. Seems there is a limit to how much I can trick my body in to forgetting how sick I am and that I've passed said limit. I'm feeling burnt out and very gross.
23rd July 2009 - Apollinaris, Bp. and Mart.
On Sunday (the 12th) I had grandparent dinner and spent it trying to no argue with my mother who seems to be going out of her way to be disagreeable. After which I headed to quiz for a night of winning and putting the other teams in their place. Then sleep in preparation for classes.
The following morning was freaking cold. The iciest day of the year so far by a lot. And while I left with an extra quarter of an hour to get in, I was too cocky to take my bright red fuzzy over socks, so I ended up almost twenty minutes late to class after things proved much slipprier than I'd have believed possible when I set out. Fortunately, both my classes the first day were just prelim introductory sorts. I seem to recall going a bunch of other stuff at uni that day before coming home, but can currently remember none of it.
The Tuesday morning was frostier but not as icy, and with my fuzzy red socks on I ended up a class a bit on the early side.
It turns out my Christian Thought class is very much aimed at Theology students and takes modern Anglican style Christianity as true and mocks everything that disagrees with it. It may not prove as useful as I had hoped. Meanwhile Latin is proving hard with homework for every class, some of which he takes in but all of which needs done as you never know which ones he is going to take it. I also suck at remembering to check number for verbs - which is stupid as it changes in English so it shouldn't be that big a thing. So basically, I Latin to English semi-ok but my English to Latin is shocking.
Wednesday I ended up running the SFT table at Clubs day for pretty much the whole day, even after being quite clear I was there for an hour at most. I am too much of a soft touch.
Thursday Greer surprised me by shouting me lunch at the Food Department, which was very nice.
Thursday night and Friday afternoon/night both ended up being spent with my father and brother. Free dinners are all good, but me and my brother do continue to grate on each others nerves.
27th July 2009 - SS. Seven Sleepers, Martt.
Okay, the last entry stopped midway as I had couchsurfers arrive, and writing this thing while I had company would be rude.
The weekend following where I left off (that of the 18th and 19th) was mostly pretty uneventful. I went out to FiJohann's to watch the rugby on Saturday night and on Sunday we won the penultimate casino quiz night.
Second week of lectures was frosty morning free. It was however far too busy for me. Being slightly social with Meg and Tavendale (both were down from Wellington to check in on their respective mothers (both of which had some health issues going on)). I did manage to get myself to the pool twice, making Mike my internet friend happy with me for the first time ever (for some reason he is very invested in my exercising, but not at all in having anything to do with me - it is very, very weird). The general amount of stuff done meant that I pretty much spend all the rest of my time in bed feeling like shit. Over the last couple of weeks I did get Powers (the sequel to Voices mentions a few weeks back) read. Yay childrens books - the only things I can actually read. I also made it to the new Harry Potter movie and to Coraline at the Regent (thus on a screen of awesome).
Last night was the final casino quiz (now cancelled as a cost cutting thing), we came second. The important part is that X-7 came third and that as we'd won the penultimate and antepenultimate quizes there is no way that X-7 can feel they had any claim on anything prestige wise.
I'm too sick to be doing as much as I did last week and I'm suffering for it now. I'm also having a lot of trouble keeping up with my papers, two weeks in and I feel like I'm about a week and a half behind.
Today, I went to my doctor. Seems the neurologist I had is pretty much the best in the country, so I've pretty much been dumped into a diagnostic dead end and nobody cares anymore. Out of frustration and a bit of accepting defeat I've applied for the invalids benefit. unfortunately it seems had I allied for it before the uni thing it'd have all worked easy and made sorting going to uni much easier too but having signed up to uni already may make me ineligible. While the extra money isn't that big a deal it would help with things - especially as the prospective new flatmate I had lined up has pulled out due to having signed up somewhere else weeks ago and having forgotten to tell me. And Eamon will be gone soon - he had mostly already gone but then reappeared (paying 5/9th of the backrent (which is about 5/13th of the total money he owes me - most of which I know I will never see)) on Thursday when my couchsurfers meant I couldn't make a big scene about it.
The couchsurfers were awesome. They cooked for me and cleaned up after themselves.
I should be doing Latin homework, so as to hold off failing the course a little bit longer.
29th July 2009 - SS. Felix and Faustus.
Latin sucks. Studying for the test tomorrow is going very, very badly. My head just seems to be refusing to hold anything much in.
Yesterday on the way to uni I was shat on by a seagull - it set the tone for the day. I may have only have two hours of classes but by the second of those I was feeling very gross and just wanted to be in bed. So pretty much, once class was done, after a quick detour to advertise my soon to be spare room (the Italian Marine Science student decided it didn't sound suited to his needs - weeks ago but didn't bother to tell me until I emailed to confirm his arrival date and see if he needed anything sorted) I came home and napped most of the day away. In the evening I did my Latin homework, managed to stay awake for Outrageous Fortune, and then slept. Through the night I also pulled out my crazy and took it out on Simon to the point I'd pissed him off so much he wasn't even willing to give me enough of the time of day to tell me to fuck of. I suck as a friend.
Today I almost didn't make it to class for the second Wednesday in a row. It seems the third day in a row of classes is the point where my body just starts to refuse to work right. I don't think I took in anything at Latin today. Not helpful with an assessment test tomorrow. Then I went to the pool for a quiet soak posing as exercise. For about forty minutes of my aquajogging I had someone talking gospel at me, which while it stopped it being boring did make it a bit annoying. Since getting home I've napped, attempted to learn some Latin, flooded my kitchen by completely zoning out while filling the sink to do dishes, and eaten soup.
Time I go study some more. Though if the Latin test goes badly, it may be time to conceed that I've bitten off more than I can chew and drop one of my papers.