November 2009
Exams is a goin'.
3rd November 2009 - Wenefred, V. and Mart.
The 21st did indeed feature me applying to be invalidated by the state. Have no idea how that will go, especially as the minister is trying to take out that benefit to get the walking wounded back on the factory floor. And I filed for special circumstances on my CHTH exam, and felt very dirty for doing it.
The next morning I had the exam. I did craptastically. I used the term heteronormative in an essay for a lecturer who hates any theoretical newer than new historicism. I shot myself in the foot. Then I jumped a bus and headed to Christchurch.
The following day I caught up with Wormgirl and wandered about Christchurch with her. Some people when you haven't seen them in years it is weird and wrong but with the worm it was just like always but with more stuff to cover in conversation. That afternoon when my dad finished work we went to Up in 3D. The new 3D technology works better than I'd expected, though it is not implemented as well as it could be in Up.
Falling asleep, will write more either tomorrow or after my final exam.
19th November 2009.
I suck.
Okay. My stay in Christchurch.... memory is vague. I went to Orana Park on one of the days in the weekend. Probably the Saturday as I caught up with an internet friend and was reminded why I'd stopped having internet friends on the Sunday morning, and slept the afternoon away. Orana Park seemed nowhere near as good as I'd remembered it being. I may have built it up since I was last there (when I was no older than 12). I like Wellington Zoo more, even if it is far, far pokier. On the Monday Dad and I headed off to do a road trip around the Port Hills - it didn't happen after Dad's car died out of spite. Then Tuesday morning I got back on the bus (with the same crazy driver) and headed back to Dunedin.
The following weekend I broke out a classic Halloween costume. Spur of the moment lazy costume making while drunk lead to a hilarious fake beard. It got a lot of laughs on the night, and a surprising amount of compliments from people on Facebook.
Then I managed to mostly fail to study for Latin. The exam was on the 5th. It went okay. I left over an hour early. It had a bunch of words that weren't from the vocab. But I'm still pretty confident.
The time since my exam has mostly been eaten by Spellforce and sleeping odd hours. I helped Oli and Bridget move into their new home on the 10th. Homeowners. Scary. And after months of nagging my ex to catch up, we finally did on Tuesday just been. Would have been a great night if not for my complete denial of reality and attempt to re-instigate "with-benefits" to a friendship that is on much rockier ground than I like to believe. Basically I was just destroying the "friend" part of the friendship even more. I have to sort my head out on that one. I may be on a dry spell that has got so long it is doing very bad things to my head but that is no reason to push things where I'm clearly not wanted. I'm a creep.
Also, I'm without the flatmate I had lined up. I saw him last Thursday and he offered to get the money right then for the two weeks he'd been technically my flatmate but not moved in and I stupidly said to worry about it in the weekend when he was to finally actually move in - then he moved somewhere else. He did pay me rent for the month though, and thanked me for not having got the money off him last week as then he'd not have ended up in the better place he is. Niceness was my downfall, a nice change from my usual self-destruction from creepiness.
Well, it's all full of gaps but I'm tired and realised I was never going to do it properly, so I declare this beast caught up.
25th November 2009.
It is Wednesday night, I've basically been in bed since Saturday night. Also, it's the 25th and I just realised my calendar is still on last month.
Friday Oli dropped by after work and we went for a walk on the beach to kill time until Bridget finished work. After a nice long walk along the beach we got back to mine and I had a couch surfer arrive. After we picked up Bridget and got dinner, many hours were spent by Bridget befriending Sarah the Couchsurfer. I think Bridget wanted to take her home and keep her. A pet swissperson. A bit after midnight Sarah went to sleep and the rest of us (we'd grown a Greer by this stage) headed to Oli and Bridget's to spend the next five hours going through Oli's records to help justify his keeping them (at least, that is what I think was going on - someday I'll be in a relationship and their dynamics will possibly start to make more sense to me).
In the morning I stumbled out of their house at about 9.30ish to get home in case my couchsurfer needed anything (of course she didn't), and the moment I shut the door as I left I realised I wasn't wearing my glasses. Assuming everyone inside was asleep and wouldn't want woken, I went home (via a breakfast of bacon at the farmer's market) without my glasses. This, as it turns out, was a bad plan. By the time I got home I felt like my eyeballs were burning (in that sunburnt skin sort of way). And here is where I did something very, very stupid. I decided since my eyes were already packing in, breaking out my other pair of glasses and them playing computer games would be a good use for the day. By dinner time my eyes had moved to the extremely bad sunburn (the sort that'll blister) feeling and my vision somewhat gave out. I spent a chunk of the evening talking to my couch surfer and then slept.
Sunday, my eyes didn't like me. I stayed in bed most of the day. Mostly just dozing but also reading the last short story in a book I keep meaning to return (having borrowed it in March). In the evening I got up only as I was expecting Midget. I got kebab for dinner and then hung out with her while my compuer utterly failed to do what I wanted it to do for her. Turns out the I have no technical nous.
Monday I didn't get out of bed properly at all. I woke to massive pain in one of my legs and couldn't put any real weight on it. Walking was going to be a bit ridiculous. So I spent the day sleeping and reading the new Pratchett (Unseen Academicals). In the evening I came n the computer just long enough to realise I really shouldn't be and the feeling crap and the pain had pushed me into a bad headspace. For the first time in a couple of months I was seriously thinking psych emergency services might be appropriate. Curling up in bed and sleeping it off also seems to have worked (though I may have re-made an enemy of Simon first).
Tuesday, leg still sore but walk on able. Still feeling crap though so stayed in bed and finished off the book and then read Definately Dead (which is terrible, but readable). In the evening I wased and got takeaways - just so as to have left the house for a little while.
Today, almost feeling okayish (well, as okayish as I get these days) again. Still avoiding the computer - writing this being pretty much the sum of my use of the thing today. My eyes have almost forgiven me for Saturday, they only hurt a little more than usual. The day was pretty much split between readings some of the many comics Tim from Whitcoulls lent me a while back, sleeping and eating insane qualities of carbs. Mmmmm, unhealthy eating.
