I've wasted the whole first decade of this century.
8th January 2010 - Mem. of Lucian, Presb. and his Compp.
On the evening of the 21st of December I signed a new flatmate. He seemed fine after all the questions I could think to ask. [EDIT: Actually, I lie. That happened a week earlier, so may have been mentioned in the entry above, I'm too lazy to check.]
On the 22nd I had lunch with Emily and then started my Christmas shopping on the way home. I still managed to get myself sorted for everyone I had to give presents too.
The 24th rocked around and after a morning with Midget, Rachel and my godspawn, I headed to Oli's when he finished work at lunch time. Christmas eve BBQ styles. It was a good night, even if I did have to go up the street and do presents with my family (after I'd refused to walk to there house for a first thing Christmas morning). I got lots of sock and undies, The Sims 3 (which I'd been expecting for my birthday) and even more unwearably ugly t-shirts than usual. My mother does just have bad taste, she has negative taste. T-shirts so bogany than even bogans would be too embarrassed to wear them.
Christmas day at my grandparents was mostly tolerable. Their new house is smaller and stuffier and it was a 32 degree day. So I was glad I'd gone barefoot and generally very warm weeather appropriate. I may have looked scruffy as, but I was the least sweaty and uncomfortable person there. My mother brought her latest boyfriend alone, it was the first time I'd spoken to him and quickly realised that my mother was seriously slumming it. The guy is stupid even by the standards of what she dates.
Boxing day my brother visited to nose at my new computer game, so I went and spent some gift voucherage while he was playing.
27th... Someone visited but I can't for the life of me remember who. Playing the numbers I shall have to assume it was Oliver, being he is the only person that visits all that often.
28th and my guest was Tavedale, who came around to drink tea and generally have an unexciting catch up chat. On the 30th I had plans I was 95% certain weren't a date, but had a tiny niggling worry I'd let my obliviousness win. Pizza while watching Troll 2 followed by heading to ZombieLand at the cinema. I ran with the not-date appraoch and it didn't explode in to awkward, so I'm assuming it was infact not a date. Good evening though.
New Years Eve, like Christmas Eve, was spent at Oli's. BBQ, drinking and watching someone set fire to his lawn (only in a minor way, it should recover fast enough). We headed in to the Octagon for fireworks, but were running a little late and ended up in a shite spot from which we could barely see anything. Afterward I got New Year's Eve kissed on the forehead (Greer's husband deciding to fake homo-coupleness for a few seconds - he has an odd sense of humour) and decided in the scheme of things that it was past midnight and I should be at home. So i left everyone to their night on the town and headed home to sleep.
New Years Day was a very warm. I walked myself up to a formal-ish dinner in Roslyn and the warm made the hill seem a lot larger than usual. Very good food. Meg had made Venison Wellington, and Catriona a summer fruits baked cheesecake.
On the evening of the 3rd my new flatmate moved in. By the following afternoon I was already sick of him. Not that he has done anything exactly wrong, he's just annoying in many tiny little ways. Though last night he did pop out a Residential Tenancy Agreement which he had filled out (including the parts that are specifically not allowed to be filled out by the tenant) with some significantly inaccurate information and demanded I sign it. I didn't, and am now relatively certain he shall be moving on sooner rather than later. After the last flatmate, it seems I've got little slack left for new ones pulling any sort of shit. otherwise the new year has been relatively quiet. I went for aroad trip with Oli, Bridget and Greer down the harbour on Monday night (it being the last holiday before the wage slaves headed back the next morning). I had Shiny crash on my couch on Monday, and a french couchsurfer called Emma on Tuesday and Wednesday nights. And last night Team Formica spent the last of its casino dining vouchers, thus I'll probably never eat at the casino again.
Just went to the pool and did my first exercise of the year. I timed it badly and got hailed on both ways. I'd forgotten how much hail can hurt.
Also, I realised I'd forgotten the most important thing that's happened of recent weeks. On Christmas Eve I received a Christmas present from the state, WINZ officially invalidated me. So I get about $30 more a week. And I got 12 weeks back dating on it. Had that happened before I'd signed a flatmate, I wouldn't have. I am pretty sure I can now afford to live alone without slowly slipping into the red, so long as I don't try to have a life - but I'm mostly too sick for having of a life anyway. So it all works out. I just have to wait until this irksome gimp moves on. Or I snap and serve him an eviction notice.
19th January 2010 - Wulfstan, Bp. Conf.
On the evening of the last entry, I piled in to Oli's car and headed to Taieri Mouth for the weekend. It was a gathering to celebrate Johann's birthday. Mostly the weekend was very good. Much time spent in a paddling pool heated by a fire. Much BBQ food eaten. Generally good times had. Though Johann got a bit too drunken and took a chunk of skin off my ankle for no noticable reason.
I got back on Sunday afternoon and was supposed to head to Rachel's birthday party but it didn't happen, I was too tired.
The week that followed heavily featured my getting angrier and angrier as my flatmate seemed dedicated to going out of his way to be difficult to live with. I hate people.
On Tuesday (after I'd had lunch with the Midget), Tim and Bonny picked me up for a BBQ and games evening at Oli's. It was an awesome night, though I came home to a flat that stunk of fish so bad I had to keep the sliding wall open and sit outside as much as possible until 2am so as to not throw up. I yelled about it, my flatmate failed to understand that he was anything but awesome.
Wednesday featured lunch with Emily and swimming in the evening - discovering you get a lot of cranky old aquajoggers on a Wenesday night and also creepy flasher sorts in the changing room. While it mostly is better to be a guy, it does come at the cost of being clumped together with the vast majority of creepy people in all situations gender segregated.
Thursday featured lunch with Greer. in the evening I caught up with my dad who was down for just the one day. So much driving, like the crazy he is. I was in bed before seven, as embarrassing as that is (though up again around midnight for a while - bodyclock brokeness in action).
Friday, I met up with Meg for lunch and swimming. I can't remember what I did after swimming at all, which is a bad look.
Saturday morning I went to the farmers' market. Then pottered about my house a few hours getting crankier at my flatmate - who had added non-stop nosiness to his annoying features - until it was time to head weddingward. I got to Woodhaugh and got a bot lost but eventually found the ceremony. I got there in time, and it was awesome. I was seriously underdressed (due to being too fat for my nice stuff), but apart from that it was all good. A beautiful ceremony in a little clearing by the river, with bubbles and only a couple of groups of cyclists going by. Then off to the beach for the reception at the Dunedin Rugby Club. I didn't know all that many people very well and there was an open bar. It was a bad combination. Carla tells me I was adorable, whereas the date she was trying to set me up with made it very clear that nothing would ever happen ever (preemptively, in the way that if I had had any self esteem would have killed it). Still, I had a good night. And came home with a purple d20.
Sunday, I made it on time to the BBQ lunch and then spent the rest of the day hanging out with the bride and groom and a few of their friends, carrying presents and the like. While it was awesome at the time, I've been paranoid ever since that I was overstepping my bounds and stayed longer than I was welcome.
Yesterday, I didn't do anything too noteworthy.
today I went swimming. Overdid the aquajogging due to feeling extra fat (based on the preemptive rejection thing - on actual numbers I'm about 10kg lighter than this time last year, only another 15-20 to go until I'll be back at pre-being-sick weight). So now I am quite sore, especially in the muscles about the shoulders. Am also suffering a slight attack of psychology - being suddenly interested in someone I hadn't been before mostly because of the definiteness of the rejection. I'm a retard.
21st January 2010 - Agnes, V. and Mart.
Well, yesterday was mostly uneventful. I had a very nice lunch with Emily and came home to a stinky flat so spent the rest of the day sitting in the sliding door, breathing as much outside air as was possibly without technically being outside.
This morning I got out of bed and as soon as I left my room the stink got to me and I realised I had to give him fair warning. So I explained that realistically the arrangement wasn't going to work and he should look for somewhere else to live. He took it in such a way that I got the feeling other people have given him the exact same speech before, and that he had known it was coming. It all seemed fine. Then this evening he pulled out a piece of paper saying he would be gone in two weeks and asked me to sign it - I stupidly did. Within minutes he started ranting abuse at me and then going out of his way to being an obnoxious as possible. Come ten o'clock when the building rules require quiet I asked he turned down his very loud, very shit music. At this point he got aggressive with the "you can't make me". Being intimidated in my own home is not fun, so I decided it was time I had a chat to the police. Anson kindly drove me down. The nice police officer lady did an amazingly good job of sounding like she was completely on my side and that she didn't think I was a crazy at all. Go her. I was pretty much thinking I was a crazy (or at least a little hysterical), but she was very professional. Basically this guy is being a psycho on a level that makes the career crim seem not so bad. I got home to find the kitchen had had various food messes heavily spashed about in ways that made it perfectly clear it was being done on purpose, and quite pointed messed up. Basically the guy is being a complete fucking cock.
I hate people so much.
I have to ring the tenancy people and/or CAB in the morning and find out how small of a window to move out I'm allowed to give before I serve a trespass notice. I'm also feeling there should be some public service warning system about people like that for me to tip off.
Just discovered he has also stuck toilet paper to the bathroom mirrors. What kind of person does that, really? It makes no sense.
27th January 2010 - Julian, Bp. and Conf.
Well, I'm still stuck with my flatmate for another week. I can't have the police remove him before next Thursday as the law stupidly requires people to have reasonable time to move. That said, no a single word has been exchanged between us in any medium since I went to the police on the night of the last entry. He is mostly sleeping all day and pottering around the house all night - not a recipe for finding alternate accommodation so things are likely going to end the difficult way rather than the easy one of him just being gone. My flat smells so bad I've been avoiding being home a lot and when I am here I either hide in my room or try to sit as much on my tiny joke of a veranda as is possible. The kitchen is such a mess that I've pretty much been living on takeaways, mostly Turkish as it seems pretty healthy as takeaways go.
Otherwise..., well, I went to Oli's work drinks on Friday and then up to the engagement party of a mutual friend. It was a very good night, though people kept buying me drinks and I ended up very warm. I called someone I've know for many, many years a paedophile because he is my age and dating someone sub-club rules aged. Surprisingly I didn't get hit for it. After the party, Greer, Oli, Bridget and I all headed to Greer's house and watched old music videos. I got home quite late to a flat reeking of shallow fried salmon.
Saturday night I was convinced in to going out and socialising with Reece, who I don't think I'd had actual real social plans with for about four years. It was an okay night, I guess. His crowd is not really my crowd and thus I found I had nothing to say to any of them much. But it got me away from my stinky flat, which is victory enough.
I just sent my flatmate an email, reminding him that he's paid rent only until this Saturday and if he is still here after that it means he'll owe me more rent. Hopefully he'll get it today before hew comes home.
Mostly this week has been pretty quiet. Sunday I spent in PJs and didn't do anything much except read. Monday I returned a bunch of library books (criticism and stuff no-one reading this would be out to read) I had out from the uni library and then went and saw the Community Law Centre - who were very good.
Yesterday, I finished reading a book Oli had lent me (Soon I Will Be Invincible by Austin Grossman) and returned it to the library on my way home from the pool. Very entertaining book and fun to read, if not necessarily all that good.
Bugger, flatmate got home much earlier than usual. Thus too early to have read the email. Moving probable unpleasantness caused to tomorrow. While I like my stuff and would rather nothing happened to it, if he does do something stupid it would make things much, much easier.
Today I had lunch with Emily at the Staff Club. Then while pottering around the library bumped in to a couple of people I know, one of whom I had quite the crush on for a while last year and still managed to come over flustered and retarded. I need to start aiming lower. Fawning over the unobtainable is always a little embarrassing.
Then to town where I bumped in to Greer and Dan and hang out for a little while before pottering home and spending the afternoon stuffing about and very slowly writing this.
I'm off to read some more of The Hobbit, having realised I've not read it since I was a kid.
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