I'm failing to keep my journal like a champion.
15th April 2010 - Keys of the Rogation Days.
Reading the blog of a friend in Japan reminded me how behind this thing has gotten.
So, 13 march. After a morning of Radio New Zealand, I headed in to Wellington and had lunch with Tavendale before meeting up with Catriona and Meg. Then it was time to queue so as to get good seats for Neil Gaiman, and hold one for Michiel. We weren't as close to the front as we had been the day before but we did okay. The event was pretty good. Neil read the "I believe" speech from American Gods. Kate Di Goldi was very, very annoying and oughtn't be allowed. After a couple of hours in a queue to get my Absolute Death signed, I headed to an overly expensive dinner with Michiel, Catriona and Meg. The downside of knowing Meg is that she always picks eateries that are far too expensive for what they are, as if charging more magically makes their food better. Then I headed back to Jo and Elizabeth's and caught up with oli, who has arrived in Wellington while I was out for the day.
the following morning I climbed on a train and went to the Hutt for some hanging out with Tina in Brown Owl. And there went Sunday and most of Monday. Monday afternoon I headed back to Wellington, aiming to be there about dinner time, I got caught in a train stuck in dodgy points. Trapped in a train for the better part of an hour. Not fun. That evening I had dinner with Tavendale before retiring to Catriona's for the evening.
I woke on Tuesday with holes in me. Catriona's bed is vicious, and I suddenly understood why she was so keen that she have the couch and I take the bed. I then spent the day pottering about and shopping. In the evening I went to Tim's amd met his girlfriend (who turned out, somewhat surprisingly, to not be imaginary). We had fish and chips from a fantastic fish place on Cuba and then spent the evening chatting and watching Q.I.
The next morning, I had morning tea with Paul Addison (a lecturer I had in first year who I somehow ended up friends with during my chem degree - proving I'm not entirely incapable of getting along with people, just mostly.). Then I went to the airport and came home. Dan, awesomely, picked me up from the airport. Then i came home and played on the internet when i probably shouldn't have. A week of reduced sleep and no alone time led to me talking to some net randoms - a thing from which no good comes.
18th April 2010.
So Thursday 18 March, I went to Latin and was horribly confused by the week of grammar I had missed. I'm not smart enough anymore to do that sort of thing. I miss having the brainy smarts.
Friday and the weekend I wasted chatting to random net sorts and arsing about and sleeping. I did almost no study for the Latin test that started Monday morning.
The week following I remember little of. I went to Avatar in 3D with my father and brother, I think on the 22nd. I spent a bit of that week trying to get something going with some relatively attractive but not remotely interesting net random who'd been sort of keen but then got a better offer. It led to me having a date with someone I wasn't remotely interested in on the Friday (and a second, eight days later) but nothing came of it. I also realised, I think back in that week that I was only looking to meet someone as my crush on the date Carla attempted to set me up with for her wedding is getting a bit ridiculous and the most logical way to stop liking someone is to distract yourself with someone else..... or something.
On Saturday the 27th, I got Dragon Age: Origins off Firmin. It has been a giant eater of my time ever since. Quite Baldur's Gate (maybe not quite as good, but trying a similar approach), but with the modern graphics. It is pretty darn good.
So this month has mostly been going to Latin, playing Dragon Age until my eyes start to hurt too much (which doesn't take very long) and hiding under a blanket until my eyes stop feeling like they are burning so I can play some more. I've been making the pool every week, often even twice. Though the second is often on Friday evening when I don't do quite so much evercise for all that I am there much longer as it is usually being social with some of my friends who go just to play about in the leisure pool and soak in the spa.
I've also been hanging with roleplayers on my Wednesday nights. Last Wednesday I even broke out my dice and joined in a game - this can't be good. It was making the day better though. It had been a bad day, I lost well over half an hour on the walk to uni and a good 20 minutes of it I can't account for at all (i.e. at least 20 minutes of the time I lost wasn't just walking from where my memory peters out to where it kicks back in again). it is quite unpleasant. And it made me miss Latin.
I'm trying to think what else has happened this month.....
I spent most of the Easter weekend hanging out with Oli and Bridget. Which was good. And I ended lent by making myself feel unwell by eating more than half of a family sized pie. On Easter Sunday we went, with Greer and Erin, to Sinclair Wetlands. It was a lot more boring than I was expecting, possibly as it is a bit droughty and the wetlands weren't so much.
Last weekend I caught up with Wormgirl while she was in town, and uncharacteristically made time for me. It was pretty darn awesome to catch up. Afterward I had an antisocial weekend of not talking to anyone at all. I mostly didn't even leave the house and the one time I did I came ridiculously close to locking myself out. Oli, bearer of my spare key, was out of town so I would have had to ring Simon with a "I know we no longer talk at all, but do you still have my spare key....". It would have sucked so bad. Actually, it is probably a sign that it is time I ask to get said key back. I'm just not sure the etiquette for telling someone that since you haven't talked in many months that it probably isn't appropriate for them to still have your stuff, especially when among said stuff is a key to my house. Also, it seems a bit final. I'm not keen on final.
Anyway.
I should be doing Latin homework, being that I have an assignment due tomorrow and have wasted this weekend reading D&D rule books so I know a little of what is going on when I join Ian's game and partying till 7am this morning (which was a stupid plan, I'm too old for such things).
29th April 2010 - Departure of Noah from the Ark.
Some horrible slave driver called Greer is nagging me to writing in this thing now and not at some later point. I can entirely see why her husband is so the "wife" in their marriage. (She also ordered me to say mean things about her.)
Well, since my night of partying until 7am (the day of the last entry) my life has pottered along much as usual.
I got the Latin assignment done and in. I had a week of nothing too exciting going on. On the Friday evening and most of the Saturday I hung out with roleplayers. There was much boardgame goodness going on. I kicked arse at a game of Tales of the Arabian Nights. It's a pretty awesome boardgame, if a bit complex and book heavy.
Sunday last, I got up stupid early and went to the Anzac service. My dad was involved in an official performative capacity, so I watched. Afterward I had breakfast at the Navy hall. Then I spent the whole day until dinner time studying for a Latin test as I was failing to keep track of the content for it. Dinner was at my grandparents as it was my grandmother's birthday.
Monday morning I failed my Latin test. All the studying had been for nought. I got there and my brain emptied out and left me staring blankly at the page. The rest of the day went to curling up in a ball of self hatred and sleeping.
Tuesday, I hadn't slept well and I felt like crap. So I wagged Latin and just stayed in and cleaned my flat before my flat inspection. The inspection, as always, was really only of the smoke alarms. My cleaning was mostly wasted effort - it was just for my pride's sake.
Wednesday, after another depressing Latin class, I went to PB Tech and bought another external HDD. This time I got a much more portable one, which will make it handier. But mostly I like the idea of multiple copies of things. Also, it is the size of my wallet, which is awesome for 500GB. Admittedly it is well over half full already - but that happens. In the evening I walked in to an evening of roleplaying with Firmin, getting satay on the way. Darn Carla dragging me in to roleplaying and using one of her friends to get my hooked. The crush I have on her friend is getting slowly worse. It's unhelpful, but a good distraction from how depressed I am. Focusing on someone else stops me just wallowing in self-hatred. So I guess there is a plus side there, until I get served a restaining order.
Today, Latin went less bad as it was a revision chapter on grammar I mostly understood. If only I understood more of it. Then I curled up in the library for a couple of hours reading Jasper Fforde's Shades of Grey before meeting Greer for lunch. Then I pottered home, caught up on Glee and did some rearranging of my stored files. Busy daying achieving nothing much that matters to anyone who isn't currently me.
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