Making a good start on wasting the second decade of this century.
13th February 2010.
Okay, more than two weeks behind. And my memory is of not good.
My crazy freak flatmate moved out on the 2nd, after trashing a bunch more of my stuff to the point I put a picture of his stupidly obviously intentional mess up on facebook. The guy was such a freaking nob. And I'm a little worried I may have come out of it a little racist. Maybe not racist, definitely surnamist. If I ever find myself in a position of judging between people when one of them is a Kumar, I'm going to back the non-Kumar. So far no good has come of any Kumar I've ever met, and this last one took the bad to a whole new level.
And I'm ranting like a Swede (thats a Sheep in the Big City reference, which I'm pointing out as I'm not sure anyone who wasn't me watched it).
I've not done all that much in recent weeks. Got back in to playing Civ IV - which is probably a very bad thing. Read Scott Westerfeld's Leviathan, which had a lot of nice ideas but was not so well written as I'd expect from someone who has garnered the sort of reviews he has.
After much harrassing about never meeting new people, I made a token effort to meet new people and met someone I have absolutely nothing to talk about with - which is always fun. On the evening of the 5th I went out drinking with Oli and apparantly made a scene (in the harmless and inoffensive loud happy drunk kind of way) though I don't recall it which is disturbing in itself as I'm pretty confident from piecing together who brought me drinks that I only had three beers and even with all the meds I'm on three berrs shouldn't hit me to the point I don't remember the night afterward. Though, to be fair, my memory is shite and I often just lose chunks of time with much less excuse. Which is why I should keep some better version of this, so I have a record incase I forget anything important. But it'll not happen as I'm lazy first and failed excuse of a human second.
This week I've lunched with Emily and Greer, swum with Midget, had dinner and done some shopping with my Dad, visited the far too young thing that Carla tried to set me up with but who I may actually possibly end up friends with and... actually, that could be all the noteworthy stuff that wasn't the book I've already mentioned or Civ IV. I failed to leave the house until about 7pm yesterday, and that was just to get chop suey (I wanted veges and none that I had in the house appealled).
I should have gone to the farmers market and then theives alley, but it's a bit wet and I feel a bit crap so I think I'll just lazed about most of the day. I should do something this evening though as I'm sort of planning on going teetotal for lent, which starts on Wednesday.
22nd February 2010 - S. Peter's Chair.
So, what has been happening since I last wrote. Mostly just Civ4, Civ4, some reading about Civ5, and some playing some more Civ4. Addicted, the way addicts are.
On Sunday the 14th I went to my mother's birthday dinner. Her current boyfriend (the one she lives with, not the one who pays the mortgage on her actual house) is such a retard. And then that evening was the city council chinese new years thing. Ther fireworks were pretty. My fortune cookie tells me "Trust him but keep your eyes open".
Then last monday, I had lunch with a playwright who is new in town and short on friends, it was being social but that was about it.
Tuesday, I had a much more pleasant lunch with Emily. Being Fat Tuesday I was dressed up and looking pretty spectacularly insane. So after lunch I did my course approval, and got a very bad ID photo taken. That evening I went to a BBQ at Oli and Bridget's. I drank and partook in dessert as preparation for a bunch of doing neither.
Wednesday, I don't recall what I did at all. I'm suspicious I may not have left the house. Wait, thats a lie. I went out in the evening, to a thing organised by people Carla inflicted on me at her wedding. It looks like I've been conscripted in to a LARP.
Thursday, I had lunch with Greer and then went on a mission to retrieve my backpack, having stupidly left it with LARP people at the wrong end of town. There was much walking.
Friday, i didn't get up and dressed until almost 4, and then headed in to the library booksale. It was too full of people and made me feel very not good. I headed up to Oli's work to hang out until he went to the sale. We watched some winter olympics with a bunch of his workmate in the tea room and then a bit after 7 we headed back to the booksale, finding Greer in the process. It was much less crowded by that point, but still led to ickness and my going and sitting outside to wait. Thus I bought no books. I ended up going home pretty soon after, feeling to ick to bother trying to act like a people.
Saturday, I spent the whole day in my unit, never so much as putting on actual clothes. Go the PJs.
Yesterday, I had plans to watch The Guild with one of the roleplayers from down the road (my attempts to be less of a shut in continue). It ended up being postponed from midday until after dinner, but was still entertaining. And got some of my leftover anzac biscuits eaten. A couple more guests and they should be all gone and not wasted by being left until easter unet.
Today, I gave myself a stupid haircut and didn't leave the house.
Seems my hubris about being able to do stuff has come back to bite me. My body may be less continually angry at me for everything I do, but it seems that just means it is saving it up to be properly pissy at me.
28th February 2010.
Only three entires in the month. I'm such a fucking slacker.
Tuesday I went to the doctor to renew prescriptions. He weighed me and pulled up the graph he keeps. Down 12 kilos since I came of amitrip. Just another 23 kilo and I'll be at my ideal BMI....
I went to teh tent village at uni afterward and brushed against something I turned out to be very allergic to. Very painful hives. No fun was had.
That night I went for dinner with my dad and brother and then to see Percy Jackson and the Lightning Theif. The movie was painfully bad. So many good actors, doing such shockingly poor work. What was Uma Thurman thinking? It made her Batman movie seem like an Oscar bait film. So bad.
Wednesday, I had a great lunch with Emily at which I ate far too much. In the evening I had the smallest amount of food I could justify just to stop my meds taking me out and then headed off to the LARP thing I've been signed up for. It wasn't as scary as I'd expected. Only acouple of people there fell into the "I don't want them anywhere near me" camp. Afterward I went to Carla's and ended up not getting home until 4am.
Thursday, I spent all day running the Free Tibet table at clubs and socs. I was sleep deprived and barely awake. It wasn't good. Got a lot of names on the list though - which is a win of sorts.
Friday, I was late for my prelim then, after surprise hanging out with Carla, I headed home for a nap before heading swimming in the evening.
Now I have to sleep.
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