Hole

….say whatever you like about Courtney Love, but Hole’s Live Through This is bloody great. Listening to it for the first time again in years.

Not up to much else. Last night started playing Ratatouille (PS2), which I’ve been given to review. It’s not great; what movie tie-ins ever are? At the same time though, I’m disappointed with it. I was really hoping it would be better.

Had a great weekend. Got lots done at the house, including wool insulation in the ceiling (thanks to Steve). Jeremy and Megumi are going to be storing some stuff at our place while they go to Portland to work on Coraline (see Neil Gaiman’s blog entries on it here), so they were busy clearing out all the stuff we hadn’t had the chance to start on, and once that was finished, they started building some shelving! So business all round really. (Busy-ness, not business.)

I’ve kicked off quite a few seedlings and turned over most of the garden. Pruned back all the trees that were smothering the wee lemon tree at the back corner and have been watering it every time we go round. It’s starting to look really good now. Loads of wee flowers and small green lemons starting.

Also had my second-to-last pottery class on Saturday. Brought home a few pieces but I think next week’s going to be a goodie. I’m definitely signing up for next semester.

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overwhelmed

For some reason I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed today. Just been reading various blogs really, and I guess the thing that amazes me the most is how much people seem to do. Sewers, quilters, knitters, spinners…people are churning out stuff at a fair rate of knots, I don’t know how they do it. I get home from work and all I want to do is take a nana nap. Or knit and watch Firefly re-runs. I wrote a little list of things I’d love to be good at (and/or do on a regular basis). It’s ridiculous really:

  • gardening
  • knitting
  • spinning
  • sewing
  • quilting
  • bookbinding
  • weaving
  • writing
  • candle making
  • soap making

Plus I’m starting a pottery course soon.

It’s totally ridiculous. How can one person do all those things? I’d also love to be good at making things out of wood, in the cabinet making vein, but ye gods, I’d need a barn to house all the tools and equipment.

Met up with Jeremy & Megumi for lunch today. Well, Steve sent me an email going “look out the window! It’s Jeremy & Megumi!” I looked out the window and saw them walking down Lambton Quay, one green hat and one red hat. Quickly rang Jeremy on the phone and waved across the street at them. They were in town going to the auctions that are on every Tuesday on McGinity street (near the Wellesley club). I went over at lunchtime and watched Jeremy bid on some stuff. He scored some cool tools while I was there - a box of stuff for 50 bucks! After, we went for lunch at the Fujiyama cafe. It was cool to see them after the crazy weekend.

I keep thinking about the house. Is it crazy, locking yourself into it? All my other friends either have places (Ben & Tash, Daph & Graeme) or are thinking about getting a place (Ben, Jeremy & Megumi, Sean) … why do I alternately feel happy, or freaked out about it all? It’s just so much money.

Maybe I’ll feel differently (less nervous) once we’re actually living in it. After all, there is that glasshouse to think of!

Housewarming

In the basement

…Yeah! We had our housewarming on Saturday… it was just meant to be a little morning activity, but it spread out into general riotous behaviour all day! I think we drank something like eight or nine bottles of champagne, plus sundry beers as well as a good BBQ.

For more photos see my photoset on Flickr.

Nearly Easter

So, it’s nearly Easter. It’s 5:05pm, and I’m just about ready to hit the ground running and get the hell out of here. Today’s been crazy at work - crazy! - and I’m so ready to go home now. I was thinking of heading home for the nice long four day weekend, but traffic heading north from Wellington will be insane, and I don’t fancy sitting in a car all weekend long.

Instead, Steve & I are going to relax tonight, go to his sister’s for dinner on Saturday, and maybe have Ben and Tash, and Jeremy and Megumi round on Sunday to drink and eat and maybe watch a movie or play backgammon or something. Then more recovering on Monday.

Already people down on the street are scurrying off home, already it’s getting dark outside.

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I’ve changed the comments settings for this blog, as for the past few weeks I’ve been inundated with spam comments. So now, if you’d like to leave a comment you have to be registered. Sorry. It’s just been such a hassle with total randoms bombarding me with creepy blank comments.

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I’m also hoping to complete my latest spinning project: hot pink wool blended with black alpaca. It’s quite lovely. The alpaca is just so soft, I’d forgotten how wonderful it feels. I think I’ll wind up putting it in my Etsy shop.

I’ve also got my old drum carder that I think I’ll put up on Trademe soon, as well as a copy of Harvest Moon: It’s A Wonderful Life for the PS2 that I just can’t get into. It seems to take so long to get anywhere, and the game’s not really that responsive to the controller. My Game Boy Advance version played on the DS is by far more enjoyable. A pity.

Nothing much more has gone up on NZGamer after my huge wave of reviews that all came through at once. I’ve got one preview to do for Friday - Revenant Wings (FFXII) for the DS, and that’s it. Nice.

Few more NZGamer updates

Last week was really full on - I had two reviews and a preview to do for NZGamer, as well as all my other stuff with work and uni. Thankfully I got them all done on time:

Sims 2 Seasons

The Dig

Brothers In Arms: Hell’s Highway

Feels nice to have them done. I posted the Sims Seasons review just minutes before Sandra, Joe, Jono, Eman (and Nicola later) arrived for a night of poker. Surprisingly, I won 38 bucks. It was fun anyway, but the money kept Steve and I in pizza for the week, and paid for the odd work lunch that I bought. Nice!

Work’s OK. I am still horribly bored, but at a total loss as to what I should do about it. I’ve been keeping an eye out for jobs, but they all seem so much the same that I’m not really excited about most of them. There is one job that Tash has recommended I apply for at TradeMe, but I haven’t heard anything back from them about that one yet.

Things are going really well, otherwise. We’re slowly moving into autumn, it’s getting dark earlier, but the weather is still for the most part pretty sunny and warm (although there were flash floods up in Northland last night, apparently a couple of motel units got washed away in Kerikeri!).

Steve’s parents are coming to stay with us this weekend, for a wedding in town. Saturday they are heading to the wedding, Steve’s heading up to Raumati to suss out his house that he is selling, and I am going to get stuck into some of the books that Brian lent me for my research topic. Hoping to get some writing done at some point as well.

And then it’s Easter next weekend! Hopefully it will be quiet and relaxing.

Stomach growling now, time to see if I can drag Steve out into the sunshine and see if we can find some food.

Saturday stuff

Today started out pretty slowly - Steve woke up early and cooked us both breakfast (scrambled eggs and bacon on top of English muffins, with yummy curried zucchini chutney and tabasco sauce on top), then headed out to meet Alex T for a bike ride. I took some photos this morning, of my latest yarn, and put it up at my new shop. Yeah, I’ve got a shop! I didn’t want to mention it earlier as I only had a few things posted, but now I feel that I have enough there to actually point people to it. I haven’t sold anything yet, but I’m of the opinion that if your stuff is of reasonable quality (and I do think it’s good) then you shouldn’t have too many difficulties in the long run.

I love the yarns I have posted; I’d keep them all myself, but there is something really fun about going through the steps of selling something you’ve made. Taking photos, figuring out length, wraps per inch, writing an interesting description, then posting it all up on etsy.

Here’s what I put up today:

Papa, Mama and Baby Bear

I also spent a little bit of time on Photoshop, playing around with creating a little logo. I know Photoshop’s really old hat for most people, but I’m really only starting to discover it now. I guess I never had a use for it before (or never thought I did), while now I want to try out things like creating a banner for my shop, and all of a sudden I’m messing around with layers, backgrounds, fonts, etc. etc.

Here’s the logo I finally came up with. (Let me know what you think.)

Quiddity

I think it’s pretty damn cool.

I then spent the rest of the morning carding some of Galadriel’s fleece in my drum carder (that I bought cheap off Trademe). It’s so fine and black - it’s gorgeous. But hard to get out some of the bits of grass and things that have gathered in there too. The carding seems to get out a lot, but because the fleece is so fine, it makes picking stuff out nearly impossible. I did about five or six batts in all (takes quite a few layers passed through the drum carder to make those though, the teeth are quite short) and then got a sore back from leaning over it all.

Anyway, we’re off to Alex’s for dinner now. No doubt we’ll be talking about Vietnam (his brother works for the embassy there and Alex went over earlier in the year)… should be good. I should go get changed though, I’m covered in fluff and fleece… (fluff from the massive cleaning frenzy we both got into later this afternoon.)

Alpacamania!

So on the weekend, Rochelle, Nicola and I went and visited some of Nicola’s friends, Stephen and Tamara, a couple of awesome people who came all the way over to NZ to live the green life and raise Alpacas.

Their farm and house are so pretty, tucked up a valley that’s only about twenty minutes north of Wellington. And their alpacas are gorgeous:

The girls - and Jim, the Llama.
Trying to feed them, but that camera's distracting!

Stephen, Rochelle and Tamara
Feets!

Ooo, we had a great time! (I’ve only got videos of Nicola, so unfortunately there’s no pic of her here…)

In the end I wound up being able to buy about 600g of beautiful black fleece from a gorgeous girl named Galadriel (who I was able to watch spitting a couple of times). She’s the black one in three of the photos above.

freezing night

Steve and I have just signed up for broadband, and we’ve set up a wireless router, so I am quite happily writing this in my room. It’s a freezing night. I’m sitting at my desk, toes burning from the cold. We’ve got two heaters running, I am wearing my nightgown, pyjama bottoms, robe, woolen socks and slippers, and my feet are still freezing. The wind keeps howling past the house and rattling the scaffolding outside. It really is one of the coldest winters New Zealand has had in some time. Down in the South Island, there are people who have been without power for close to two weeks, what with all the heavy, heavy snowfall down there. I don’t know how they are managing. We have power, and it’s still crazily cold.

Friday tomorrow, and I couldn’t be more pleased. I haven’t been well, and the cold is still lingering a bit. Still, I went back to work on Wednesday. Things at work are strange, what with my team shifting from the thirteenth to the first floor of our building, getting a new team leader, and Simon, my closest workmate, leaving the company. It almost feels like a new job - except the work is still pretty boring. I’ve been desperate for something new to do for so long, and really am growing tired of feeling ignored. Whether this is the intent or not, it’s the end effect.

However! Tomorrow is my American Gothic class party. Gothic pizza party. Costume essential… And Saturday, Daph and Graeme are coming round for dinner. Sunday is an afternoon movie at Ben & Tash’s with soup and bread. It’s going to be great.

Oh! And I forgot to mention, I finally got round to getting my hair cut. Six months plus it’s been, since I last had the chop. It’s nice. It feels light and flowey. Flowy. (both look wrong)

Have also completed a couple of articles for NZGamer: a preview for the Legend of Zelda: The Phantom Hourglass, and a review of the very awesome puzzle game, eets. I recommend eets. Go check it out.

But now I’d better head off - I have to burn a CD of music for the gothic party. Will post pictures!

Nearly the end of the month

Loads of things have been going on lately, however, I shall endeavour to list a few:
Aart’s come to stay with me, and he’s been here for a few months already. He’s thinking of heading over to Australia to look for some part time work for a while and then he might come back.
I got an A in my Italian class at university.
Woo hoo!
Ben’s back to start work on King Kong and just got a flat a few doors up the road.
Tomorrow’s payday.
I’m up for a payrise at work.
I’m still doing my Old Icelandic paper at uni. People still think it’s weird.
We’ve just been studying Grettir’s Saga.
I’ve been thinking of starting to sell second hand books online.
I’m trying to get a little more serious about money.
I hope it works. I have credit card debt.

moist and sort of yuck

Hi, I haven’t been around much lately - I’ve been sick for the past three weeks with a mysterious ailment which could be whooping cough. After two weeks of horrible spasming coughs I finally went in to the doctor on Monday (it’s Friday today) and had some tests done and got some antibiotics. I don’t know that much about antibiotics really, I don’t know how long it’s meant to be before you really feel like you’re making some progress. I think my cough is getting better but I still wake up two or three times in the night, choking, coughing, unable to breathe. It’s pretty scary. I had the last two days off work and didn’t leave the house once. Sat around in my robe reading (at the moment I’m re-reading Kerouac’s “Dharma Bums”, a book that reminds me of my second year at university) and sleeping and computering. Not particularly exciting, but I think I have improved a little.

It’s really winter now: you can hardly see the harbour through the window. Everywhere you look you see grey and rain. The sky is that dirty-grey color, not even a steely gray that makes being inside feel cozy. Or maybe it’s just because I’m sick, everything feels like the inside of a lung. Moist and sort of yuck.

But it’s friday. Jeremy’s coming over for dinner tonight (Aart’s famous meatballs). Might go for a drive over to the Wairarapa with James tomorrow, and there’s this writing workshop on Sunday for Radio New Zealand that I’m going to go to. They’ve got a programme that’s going to be on in September called “Open Season” or something, where they want the general public to write for radio. I really don’t know what to expect but I’m going to go along. They’re looking for poetry, short stories and plays. I’ve been trying to write more but with no real space of my own it is proving to be quite difficult.

My dad wants to go halves on a house with me, so I’ve been looking in the papers at properties and going to the odd open home. It’s all early days at the moment, but I quite like the idea of setting up a place of my own. A four bedroom, rent out one or two of the rooms and turn one into a writing room. I can certainly think of worse things, anyway.

My mom’s finally got her car back after the accident. And my dad sold his Suburban, the one he bought new in 1984 when my grandparents came out to the States and we drove around canada - the six of us plus the dog. That car’s been like an extension of my dad - like a foot or something. It seems strange to think that it’s gone now - a guy from Blenheim bought it, who works for Firestone (so already it has some nice new tires!) with three wee kids. Quite nice, really.

Oh, and my Old Icelandic class is getting together this Saturday as well - going to our lecturer’s for dinner and to watch the first part of Wagner’s Ring Cycle. I have never seen this before, apparently it is “hard core” opera, but it’s all based on similar mythology to what we’re studying at the moment. Cool. It’s in 5 parts - the longest is something like 5 hours long, but the bit we’re watching is only a few hours. Should be a laugh anyway.

funny sort of a catch up

I haven’t written, and it’s partly because when I think about it, I don’t know if my news is particularly interesting, and partly because I’ve fallen out of the habit of writing every day. It’s so strange, while you’re doing it it feels so natural, but when it’s been a while, the act of sitting down and just doing it looms up like this huge white wall. It’s not ‘writer’s block’, it’s impetus. Or inertia, depending on how you look at it. In my case - definitely intertia. To be fair, I have been busy with uni classes - Italian and Old Icelandic - but now it’s the break between semesters, and all I have to do all day is work (and not think too hard). I’ve made the resolution to beef up on my Old Icelandic grammar, and read some eddas over the break, but aside from that I feel a void in terms of creative output.

I’ve been sick for the last two weeks - ever since Friday the 28th of May, when I had Jeremy round for dinner. Aart’s here too, so the three of us had my cream of celery soup, and then chicken rendang, supplemented with beer, then champagne (I was nominated for an award at work, and just being nominated earns you a bottle of Deutz), and finally Aart’s Mohitos, which did the worst damage.

Then we decided to go out - I called Connie and she was at home, a bit drunk, and I texted Craig, who was at the Bristol playing pool. We stumbled outside (and this is where my memory starts to haze over) and wandered past Jeremy’s old house, knocking on windows, etc., realised we had walked too far and then had to climb back up the hill to Connie’s. Had a smoke at her house and then we wound up at JJ Murphy’s. Apparently I walked straight in, and the others just followed me. I walked up the stairs and into some back room, with the others thinking “where is she going?” One of the barstaff came in and retrieved us, and apparently I was annoyed because they didn’t stop us earlier.

Then of course some bright spark pointed out that we were in the wrong bar, so we left, walked up Cuba street, and staggered into the Bristol. Craig was there, and a few of his friends, and of course I must have bowled up and said “I want to play”. I remember playing pool - very, very hazily - and I remember kicking ass. I’m not kidding. I was as astonished at the time as I am now, thinking back on it. Only trouble was, they couldn’t drag me away from the pool table. Even when it was someone else’s turn I kept picking up the cue and going to take a shot. I must have been so annoying. Really. Then we went to a club, but I don’t think we stayed very long. Saturday’s hangover was the hangover from hell. I thought I was going to die. And that’s where this deep chesty pain and coughing has bred from. Fool.

I’m slowly coming back to life again, getting a little more energy. Last week, though, was a wipe out. I had a half day off on Monday, and all of Friday off sick. Then we had a long weekend, so this week (after all the days off, and feeling shitty) feels a little surreal. It’s hard to get back into the work rhythm though. And the no writing bothers me. I blame it on Aart (poor sod), not in a nasty way, it’s just the truth - in my wee place there’s no room for me now to spread out and feel safe to write anything. He’s always there. Hey, he’s good company, a good person to share a house with, but where writing is concerned, he’s making it difficult. So - I have to find a new place to do this. The library would be good if it wasn’t that little bit too far away. I suppose I could take a slightly longer lunch break, work a little later, or just throw it all into the wind. I need an outlet though, and it’s starting to get frustrating.

That said, I’m feeling pretty optimistic about things in general. Yeah, so maybe that’s an incredibly vague thing to say. It’s weird, maybe it’s because I’m in that break between classes and I have less to do - but I’m really enjoying ‘life’ at the moment. Walking to work, walking home (pity about the part in the middle), having coffee at the Aro St. cafe, reading, doing general stuff with friends (went to the Zoo on friday with Jeremy and Aart), talking to my parents on the phone, feeding my fish in the morning - I’m happy. Happy because of the little things. It makes a nice change from stressing about something or other, and nothing in particular.

dampish fishtank massage Pacific pigeon freak

Hey. Well, things have been going pretty well here, in this place - the Capital city of the most isolated country in the world. It’s Friday, and for we poor slobs who live from 6pm - 7:30am Monday to Friday, plus weekends, it’s like being on the verge of a religious epiphany. In this part of the world it’s Autumn (as opposed to what seems to be the rest of the world - even Australia’s still practically in the middle of Summer), which means shitty, overcast days and a general dampish feeling in the air. Still, from where I’m sitting, if I crane my neck around about 50-60 degrees, I can see one of the Picton ferries coming into the harbor, catching the sun. It’s pretty peaceful.

I splurged last weekend and bought myself an all in one fishtank (well, I did have to get a heater). It’s very, very cool, and has rocks and plants and even water in it, which has been nicely aging over the last week. All I need now are some fish. My parents are coming to stay at my place over Easter (four day weekend!!) and mentioned they might bring me a fish or two as a housewarming present!

I don’t have any major plans for the weekend, aside from using my voucher for a half-hour massage tomorrow. I’m booked in for 11:30. Mmm…massage! After that I’m meeting Daph and Graeme at the Black Harp at 1:00 for lunch. (They’re using their vouchers from 12-1, then we’re going to use another prize voucher Daphne won at the Black Harp.) Should be a cheap day! Can’t go wrong! I’ve also got a pile of books I intend to work my way through, plus there’s Italian study for the test we’ve got coming up on the 9th, and some Old Icelandic translation and reading to do. I’m actually considering doing just Old Icelandic next semester. I love Italian, but at the same time, it’s going to get more complicated as we go along, and I am going to start running out of free time. I can just see it now. Plus it would only mean one day up at uni per week. Not that I don’t enjoy it up there, but it gets rather stressy when you’re constantly trying to get back to work etc. etc.

Travel is on my mind again, especially now that I’m a permanent employee here and thus eligible for a nice 4 weeks worth of holidays per year. I really want to save it up and then use it for a month’s holiday somewhere. But where? I’m thinking maybe the Pacific somewhere. Rent a place for a month and hang out.

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This from Monday’s Dominion Post:
Pigeon Gets A Gong
A Royal Air Force pigeon that delivered the first news of Allied success from the Normandy beaches on D-day - June 6, 1944 - will be recognised as the greatest pigeon to have served its country. Gustav, a grizzle cock pigeon, will be honoured in a London exhibition at the Imperial War Museum’s 60th anniversary show. He will get the Dickin Medal, the animal equivalent of Britain’s highest military honour. He died when his breeder stepped on him.
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It’s about half four and time is ticking (initially wrote ‘tickling’) by slowly. I’m really looking forward to tonight. No plans, just some reading, writing, gin and tonics and a little Old Icelandic translation. Most of my weekends have seen something similar.

Aedan is apparently in NZ - in Wellington - at the moment, over from Ireland. James went out for dinner the other night with him but I decided not to go. Sometime back during the time I was in Dublin we had an incident where he asked me at lunch if New Zealand had an IT industry. I said “no, we ride around on sheep and use abacuses.” He stood up and picked up his tray and said “everything’s always a joke with you!” and stormed off. He didn’t speak to me again - what a freak. Nobody else could believe it, and I didn’t think it was worth the hassle to try and figure out what his problem was.

Ben’s also coming back soon - in a month, I think? And I even got an email from Brugt recently, saying he was also coming over, sometime in November, to try and get work in a mountain hut. Nice. So it would seem that leaving (for the moment) is not all that necessary - everyone seems to be coming to me, these days.

the low down

Hey there. I’m sitting here at work, listening to Metric, Franz Ferdinand and Camera Obscura. I’ve had a morning of work, then an Italian A/V class, and then Old Icelandic. I’m at work till 6 and then I’m meeting a friend at the Aro Street Cafe at about 6:30. I was off work yesterday with the worst allergies I’ve had in a long time - I looked in the mirror at one point and the whites of my eyes were completely red. I just lay around at home (well…I lie, I went to a lecture), sleeping and doing Old Icelandic translation. Ate leftover Chicken Rendang for dinner. Played some Elder Scrolls III, which is a new purchase. A new time-waster. But it’s a good way to unwind from staring at text and flicking back and forth through a glossary all day.

Oh, and on Friday night we celebrated James’s birthday, down at the Brewery (of course). I had a few after work drinks, and then went home, had dinner, etc., then went back into town at around 9:30. Alan and James were fairly twisted by that stage - Lisa carted Alan off home shortly after that, and James lasted only until about midnight, when he started taking his clothes off and doing his Mick Jagger impersonation, after which John (one of the regulars) bundled him up into his car and drove him home. I stuck around talking with some people I had never met before - really the first time I’ve ever sat around in a bar after all my friends have gone home. It was actually quite nice. You just find yourself rattling on about nothing in particular, not really caring what the other person thinks. Kind of like writing an online diary — just just prattle for the sake of hearing your own voice. Terribly, terribly self-centred. At least you have a chance of scoring when you’re in a pub.

Egad. I’ve been thinking about that lately (scoring). Not in a particularly fixated way, but more as an abstract concept. I’m going out with Aart, right? Well, it’s such a strange thing, I really don’t feel ‘attached’, even though we are basically a couple. I feel quite single. I’ve hardly been out, scouring the pubs for a different lover every night, it’s just that I don’t feel attached in the sense that I feel…single. I realise I’m repeating myself. I don’t feel part of a relationship. We send each other emails and things but that’s really not a relationship. It’s just so weird. I don’t know if it is going to work out or not. I know that’s hardly positive thinking, considering he is yet to even place a toe over here, but at the same time it seems like a difficult thing to switch off and on again. It just seems so abstract, so theoretical. There’s no practice to the concept. We are ‘a couple’ in name only, really. It’s more than a little bizarre. Probably not a good idea thinking about it too much.

Things are quiet at work, too - the new person has started, who will be taking over my role. She’s trained to the point where she’s doing most of the work and I’m twiddling my thumbs. I will be taking over some other work for other people, but they’re either busy or not around. It’s quite strange.

Jeez, look at the time already - 4:15. Less than 2 more hours to go. My, but the day has flown. Actually starting to feel quite sleepy right now. Oh yes, I nearly forgot, I have a new strategy for coping with the upstairs neighbors. I don’t know if I’ve written about this but there is zero soundproofing between my flat and the one upstairs. I hear every creak and groan in the floor - it is highly annoying. Everything sounds so loud too, BANG - you know? Voices aren’t so bad, because they are usually so faint, and during the day I’m moving around and making noise of my own. But when you lie down to sleep, you really hear every little thing. It’s been making falling asleep quite difficult. Even with earplugs. Each sound just stands out in contrast to the silence that you tend to dwell on it anyway. And the more you try to ignore it, of course, the more you wind up listening out for the next one. So last night I put my stereo on its ’sleep function’, where it plays for an hour and then turns itself off, playing really quietly, but just loud enough to hear through the earplugs. It worked like a dream. Sure I didn’t fall asleep straight away - I wasn’t really relaxed enough, I kept thinking “is this going to work?”, but I think I slept better than I have in quite a while. It also means that I won’t feel so ill-disposed towards the neighbors.

Perhaps harping on about sleeping patterns isn’t an interesting writing topic, I don’t know; but missing out on sleep, being tired all the time and not able to catch up on it can completely affect your reality. You get cranky, ill, feel lethargic…so I guess it is a major ‘thing’ for me at the moment, getting enough sleep.

It’s nearly daylight savings soon, rather, the end of it. I think we go back an hour this weekend. The nights are getting longer. When I woke up this morning I couldn’t make out the face of my watch; I’m going to have to start using my cellphone in the mornings to figure out what time it is.

It looks like it’s going to rain. Heavy dark cloud outside, with strangely illuminated white buildings across the road.

rain, DVDs and “the Hump”

Well! This afternoon sure has perked up, with the arrival of both the rain (have I mentioned the flooding that’s been going on in the entire North Island lately?) - again - and two DVDs I ordered online, Cinema Paradiso and Nine Queens. The DVDs I ordered from a company that’s just down the road, and which took about five days to reach me here at work. Go figure. What an annoying expression that is! I have a feeling if I look back through the past (nearly) three years, I’ll probably find it liberally peppered through most of my entries. G.F. Anyway, I guess that’s just the way it goes, especially when you’re sitting in front of a computer all day long. I’ve been buying too many t-shirts from the Belle and Sebastian website as well. In the past few months, that’s the only way I’ve been doing my shopping - online. Not a bad fit for those t-shirts, not bad at all! I do look like a walking billboard for B&S, however I suppose there are worse things in life.

The rain is a bit of a drag, though, even though I did remember to bring my raincoat just in case. I wanted to walk down to the supermarket first, before heading home, but I suspect that all the rain will probably drive me home. Pity, I was in the mood to do some serious cooking tonight. Perhaps I can talk myself into it.

All in all, the day’s not been too bad. I discovered a few new interesting websites that have made up the majority of my day:

Keaggy
Mighty Girl This photo

what else…
Manekineko cats. (Actually I really wanted the ‘lucky pussy’ shirt but alas, the link doesn’t seem to be working. Maybe it’s too popular.)

And just general mucking around. Some work thrown in there too. I had lunch (miso soup, an apple) while reading Murakami and then went and met Daphne and Anne down at the CD store cafe for coffee and a nice chocolate brownie at around 3.

Oh yes, how could I forget? The Martha Stewart Webpage. I won’t put in the link, it’s just too embarrassing. But the reason why I was there is because there are actually some bloody good recipes there. Oh hell, I’ll put in a link. (That one’s for 6 different types of marinade). No doubt what inspired the urge to cook.

Jeremy’s was lovely last night. We ate nachos and Greek salad, and drank champagne. Perfect for a Wednesday night. Perfect “getting over the hump” activity. I wish Wednesdays didn’t constitute “the Hump”, but unfortunately, being a 9-5, Monday to Friday sort of girl, there’s not a lot of negotiation in the matter.

What else is new? Not getting much exercise these days, apart from the half hour walk to work each way. But it doesn’t feel like it counts. It feels too much like transportation to nicely release yourself like a good long run will do.

Anyway, guess what? Tomorrow’s my 3 year anniversary of keeping this diary. I feel as if something momentous is in order, I’m just not sure what.

Wednesday, February 18, 2004

Funny, I wasn’t planning on writing anything more today (not that I wrote a lot earlier), but hey, it’s a hazy grey day outside and it’s quarter past four here in the office.

The office. What a word. So loaded with meaning and connotation. So I sit at a desk, so what? It doesn’t make me any less interesting. Really, it doesn’t! (I’m not trying to convince myself, I’m not - I’m not!)

I’m going over to Jeremy’s after work. He’s making me dinner. Should be fun, though I will be stuck in my work clothes for the remainder of the day, which isn’t as relaxing as slobbing around in corduroys and my Hard Day’s Night T-shirt, listening to music and drinking beer and reading Haruki Murakami. But it will be fun at Jeremy’s. We’ll drink tea (and maybe wine!) and watch something mad he’s taped off the TV, and eventually wind up talking about art or writing. Jeremy’s this amazing artist who works as a Supervisor for conventions at a huge hotel here in Wellington. He likes his job, I’m not saying it’s not the right thing for him, it’s just that he could easily just paint full time, he’s that good.

Jeremy’s a fun guy, he’s good to slouch around with. I remember back before I left to go to Dublin, we once spent a good month or so, trying to get through Tomb Raider 2. Every weekend, we’d sit down with the walkthrough - only to resort to once frustration set in! - and try to get as far as we could. It was Jeremy who also organised trying to watch all the Twin Peaks episodes, that you can find at Aro Video (which is just around the corner from my new place). So, now I’ve qualified the night before I’ve even had it, hopefully it will be a good time.

Work wants to extend my contract. Actually, I think they want me to come on full-time. They’re pretty cool about me taking Italian and Old Norse at uni at the same time, so it’s a good deal. Still, I don’t like to think about a year in a chunk like that, to commit to something so far ahead into the future. The university thing scares me a little, too. I don’t know if I’m trying to find “answers” by doing some course, that really, I should be finding from sitting in my little house and writing all winter. I mean, that’s why I took this teeny tiny place by myself - so I could do all those solo things I’ve been wanting to do for so long. And no longer can I use the excuse “if only I lived on my own, I’d…”

But now I’m afraid that I’ll spend all my time worrying about my classes. I’ve estimated that they’ll take up all of two hours of study a day. Is that a lot? Is that too much when you’re working all day as well? I wish there was some way I could tell. There’s a cut off date - March 26 - where you can drop a paper and still get all your money back. I guess I’ll just have to try them both and see, and hopefully I’ll have a good idea of what the year will feel like by March 26. It’s a rather absurd thought, really, but what else can I do? I’ve already been in email contact with the two women running each of the courses, and I feel like I’ve made some kind of commitment to both of them. It feels mean at this stage not to enrol in either of their courses.

…a bad reason to take any class, I know! Still, I’ve decided I’m not going to make up my mind until mid-March. Should make for an interesting couple of weeks ahead.

Listening to Belle and Sebastian’s “If You’re Feeling Sinister”, which is slowly becoming my favorite of their albums. Well…tied with “Dear Catastrophe Waitress.” Did I mention another B&S t-shirt came in the mail for me today? (No that’s not me in the picture.)