Hubris

Tuesday, February 15th, 2000

Getting up at 8am really isn’t all that good for me, although I did do my very best to pretend to be as chipper as I’d told Shirley I was going to be. It was cool to catch up with everyone at tech again, I guess, lots of hugs from the girls and stuff. Goddam, the gaps between us all have come out though – you can so pick the PR girls. And make jokes about them too – which isn’t very nice, but hey, when’s the last time anyone ever accused me of being nice?

Although you could quite possibly easily take advantage of me as well though.

Um, we had our orientation meeting in the Blue Room, which was kinda weird, cos the bar wasn’t open, so it seemed pointless. They had to hand out handbooks, and lecture us on time management – fun stuff like that. The highlight was watching some chick’s kid toddle around on chubby legs, inspecting the people talking. I said to Clay, who was on the sofa next to me, being a front row geek too, “let’s have a baby!” but he just gave me a look, so I wrote out a note to Brad with the same request. I dunno if he replied to it or not, because we got sidetracked talking about shoes.

I went to pick up my exams from State, and laughed at them a little bit. I’m still so proud that I managed to get True Bliss into all of my exams. I knew that I used my talents for something. I’m still also proud of the 50% total I got in Intercom, brought about by my 18/50 in the exam.
Wednesday February 16th 2000

I don’t remember what else I got up to yesterday. Umm – drank some beer. Made two kinds of kickass pizza – one with cranberry, and one with pesto. Read ‘Fightclub’. Cried some. Woke up two different flatmates for attention. So that was yesterday.

Today, meanwhile, is a whole different day. This guy was supposed to come over early to fix mine and Brad’s rotting window sills, and install a fan in the bathroom, but he didn’t. Who knows what happened to him. Maybe he took his “youse guys” elsewhere.

Around 12pm, Paj (Paige) Bell rang for Clayton. Normally she rings around 7am, so as I was walking back to the phone from getting a pen, I was like “it’s a bit late for her, isn’t it?” to Brad and Thomas. She must have heard me, cos she was like “yeah whatever” and rattled off her number all shitty, and too quick for me to write down, then hung up on me. Hung up on me. I don’t think anyone’s ever done that to me before deliberately. Apart from like, teasingly, of course. It amused me big lots, while making me feel a trifle guilty at the same time. I mean, she is Clay’s editor, but the paper in question is the AUT paper. Oh god, did I mention our student union, which used to be called ATISA is now called AUSM? As in “Awesome”. They might as well have called it “Nifty”.

Anyways, after the Paige debarcle, I took Thomas into town so he could buy more computer bits (network cards and USB connectory thingies for my puter) and check his PO box. In the afternoon, I went to see ‘Two Hands’ with Brad. Due to me wanting to go via Warehouse Stationary (who SO let me down) we ended up driving around Newmarket for like 15 minutes because of all the bloody one way streets. Then we had to pay three bucks for parking as well, cos we were like 2 minutes over our free two hours. Grr, what big dorks! But anyways.

‘Two Hands’ was very funny and amusing. Heath Ledger was a total spunk – I just wish his hair hadn’t looked quite so much like my mother’s. That aspect was a trifle offputting. But yes, still. It was definately better than ‘Robin Head’ which we rented tonight to satisfy Brad’s pr0n cravings. James took us in his broombroom red car. I was smart and called shotgun, not wanting to be squozen into the backseat with two others. I’m not just a pretty face you know. I also make great chocolate mousse.

The only line that ‘Robin Head’ really gave us to take away was “So instead of having a barbeque, how about we have a blow job competition?” . Of course, we did stop watching it halfway through cos we were so bored, but I made sure I rewound the tape, so that the video store clerks wouldn’t think we’d shot our collective loads there. Damn porn is SO unsexy. This is probably a good thing, being put off sex.