November 8th, 2008
|03:14 pm - News...|
Just to let you all know, I'm moving... from Kawiti Avenue to David's place. Anyone who doesn't know where this is and needs details, txt/email me. :)
Oh, and I managed to miss an exam: the one on Thursday, I thought was on Friday. Go me. Applied for a special pass, and with A and A- in the internals (essays), I think I'll do OK. Hopefully. *crosses fingers*
Current Mood: hopeful
May 1st, 2006
|09:24 pm - Hm. Interesting.|
As in, "Oh God, oh God, we're all going to die."
Wednesday was a fairly sane day. Went to work. Lazed about in the library all morning, reading Batman, X-Men, and Grendel. Went home, mucked about briefly. Had a long chat with David and Alexcia.
Then the interesting stuff. Cheryl had been kicked out of home. So me, being me, I offered to let her have my floor for a couple of weeks. We cart all her stuff in, with the aid of Marc. Inform flatmates that she'll be here for about a week, until she can get on her feet again. Flatmates rather disconcerted, but understanding (or so I thought).
Disappear off to David's. A blessed respite from the world. Hot chocolate, good music, good company, Heath being cutely overenthusiastic, as he tends to be (he's only 13, he's allowed to be!).
Then a txt from Marc: 'Come home now or u mite b looking 4 a place 2 stay 2'. Fuck.
Go back, steel myself, and have an icily polite conversation with Shaun. Resolves as she will be gone by tomorrow. I had thought they - or rather he, because Trin said practically nothing - would be a little more understanding. So Cheryl had to go back. Poor girl, wish it had turned out slightly less awkward. At least the situation with her mother ended up somewhat resolved.
Thursday, work to 2:30pm (extra shift at Vodafone), then home. Cheryl comes home somewhat later, then Marc and I help her move her stuff again. *sigh*
Friday was a good day - work till 2:30, then a lazy afternoon, pack, and off to SkyCity to catch a bus to Tauranga.
Slow trip to Tauranga, getting in at 10pm, or thereabouts. Home, and sleep until 11am the next morning. Lazy day, thank the gods, then off to Cambridge for Uncle Don's 60th. Good to see Gran, actually, haven't seen her in a while. She's looking older than I remember. Makes me realise how old she actually is - 86 isn't a bad run.
The party is at the GPO in Cambrige, and it's good, though it takes me a Monteith's to lose enough of the tension to relax and act naturally. Restaurant dinner, of course, where I choose Lemon Scallop Linguini - lovely, and then White Forest Gateau. Gods, I haven't had food this good in a while. Yum.
Back to Tauranga at midnight, and more or less straight to bed. Poor sleep - disturbing dreams. Woken up to go to church.
I realise that my outlook has changed fuckloads since I last went there, but this just highlighted it. I couldn't sing any of hte songs - I'd be a total hypocrite - and the sermon just flows bast me. Distanced, I suppose, is the best word for it.
Drove back to Auckland with Mum, Ruth, Robin (a Canadian friend of Ruth's who spent the fortnight in Tauranga with her), and Nicola. Slow trip, pretty boring, but fairly standard all around.
Home, txt Donald to say I'll make the Dancer's Promise Game, and life is back to normal...
...or at least, as normal as it gets in my universe.
Current Mood: indescribable
Current Music: Epics - The Magnificent Seven
November 8th, 2005
|02:13 pm - Existence...|
And behold, there is an Erin in the world.
I currently have a serious lack of Internet, apart from the Info Commons stuff, and that costs too much. This is due to the fact that I have moved out of I.H., and am now resident in my very own flat! Sief and Trin are going to be joining me later, but for now it's just me. It's weird, not having to get up in time for breakfast... :P
My parents visited on Sunday. Which was a rather surreal experience. They picked me up from work, then took me back to the flat, with all the extra gear they had brought: bed, desk, microwave, jug, toaster: all sorts of random stuff that I didn't have and needed.
The weird thing was, my mask held. The mask that I wear to conceal what I truly am from them. Last time they came, it broke, and I let Star out. This time it was she who was helping me hold it. She, Althia, Arolia... even Ri'kyu and Eleanor were there, supporting me in their own ways. There was only one time that I let my true self show. I broke a piece off my mask - intentionally. I revealed some of what I am to them. The part of me that is devoted to Sword & Shield. My helm was noted, and I explained the story behind it, and invited them to come to Sword & Shield some time. And they accepted the invitation.
I will have to be very careful in how I do this.
On to other, more interesting topics: Exams. :P
The CHEM210 exam on Monday morning, and it sucked ass. Totally. I did what I could, but I know that I didn't do very well at all. Considering how I did at the lab course, I think I've failed that paper. It'll be an absolute miracle if I scrape a C-, even. The CHEM120, in the afternoon, was better. I steamed through most of it, and the bits that I didn't quite remember on the first go-through came back to me on the second. I'm pretty sure I've passed, but typical exam nervousness makes me somewhat cynical on that one... *shrug*
Ah well, expect to hear from me sometime in the future... when I finally get internet in the flat... *eyeroll*
Current Mood: lethargic
Current Music: None. *background sounds from Info Commons*