Hubris

Tuesday, March 7th, 2000

You know how some days you just have like all these little things go wrong, and you’re just so tired you want to cry, and nothing is anything major, and you’re not depressed, you just want to lie down and have someone stroke your hair? I feel like that now.

Tech today was okay, apart from the fact that it was a 9.30am class. Actually, no wait – Graphics and Design was painful and excrutiatingly bad and slow – dragging fruit onto more fruit to make a face. I got told to wait for the rest of the class before I went on to the bowtie – norty norty me!

But it was okay, cos in our break, Jodie and I went to get (good) coffee from the French place in Village 12, and had a good good gossip. So that was neato. I don’t normally get to talk to her much, cos I think her friend Fleur doesn’t like me, but Fleur wasn’t there today, so w00p.

I find myself leaning in far too close to my moniter. Apparently you’re suppsoed to keep it at an arm’s length. I need to get some bricks or telephone books to put under it. All the moniters at tech are too long, and I always come home with sore necks and strangely enough, none of the boys volunteer to give me neck rubs. It’s stupid that we get taught a little bit about workplace safety/RSI stuff, and then they’re like “oh yeah and our moniters don’t comply”. Thanks.

Goddam ‘Soothe’ by the smashing pumpkins is a GOOD song. I hadn’t heard it in a while, and I was just plaing it now, and it uncurled my spin, and that was nice. So sweet. I remember this album came out when I was in ‘Love Death and the Prom’ back at ASIJ and was madly crushed on Nuno Pereira. Ahh 14, how fun! Nuno never came to my rescue when he should have.

Oh and speaking of past boys, when on Shortland Street was on, and everyone on it was like “where’s the morphine?” I was like “matt’s taken it all”, talking to the tv in the way that I do. Gosh junkies are just classy people, aren’t they? They really really are.

But I was going to talk about my day, wasn’t I? Yes I was, before I got swept up in a tide of babble. I blame Annette, cos it was her who told me to ramble. Have you noticed I don’t talk about online people very much anymore? I guess I just don’t talk to anyone very much cos I’m not on all that much, apart from when i can’t sleep and stuff. Too much computer at tech. But you should email me there at joamcl03@aut.ac.nz . Thank you. Probably the person I talk to online the most these days is Tom. He’s like Brad in that we play word games, only unlike Brad, he doesn’t live in the room next door. Oh, and we don’t congratulate ourselves quite so much, we just plan our weddings.

SHITTY DAY! That’s right Joanna, focus. Maybe my speakers are turned up too loud. Anyways. After coming home around 1pm on a very hot bus listening to some homie g girls talk too loud the whole trip, I decided to go to the supermarket for a few bits and pieces. I also figured I should pay the phone bill – well, $200 of it anyways, and post Anji’s birthday pressie (december 26th). So I went up to shell, and thought I’d get petrol, but then there were no pumps free, so I figured I wouldn’t. Instead, I parked and went in, and paid the bill, got a postage bag, and paid for postage, filled in a customs form, and then realised I didn’t actually have Anji’s address. D’oh!

So then i went up to the supermarket, and they didn’t have microwave curries like Thomas had asked for. It took me ages to gather my few bits and pieces, and traffic was a little busy turning into the vege store. Then, getting out of the car, I totally could not find my wallet. I was just about to start bawling when I spotted it, wedged down the side of the seat. Thank god!

After the vege store, I went back to Shell, to get petrol and thomas’s curry. No one helped me put petrol in the car. Okay, all you self sufficient car orientated people might be like “okay, so what? big fucking deal!” but it really disturbed me, cos I didn’t know how to do it, and my petrol tank is kinda weird sometimes anyways, pretending to be full when it’s not. So that stumped me. I mean, I was obviously having trouble, and still no one came out to give me a hand. I should have just driven off without paying for the $4 worth of petrol I eventually managed to get in the tank. I mean, it was splashing out of the tank and stuff – I must have been doing it wrong, and I was all hot and flustered and all. The thing that REALLY annoyed me about it though was that I wanted to wash my windshield, but with the whole petrol drama, I completely forgot.

Eventually I got home, dropping arm loads of stuff all over the place. I wanted to make roast capsicums in olive oil to store away, since the capsicums were so cheap, but I didn’t have a jar. Thomas and I had to go in to the warehouse to get one, where I managed to lose my parking ticket for about ten minutes. I was going to go cry at the men in the booth, but then we found it on the ground in the warehouse – phew.

It was so hot and stuff, and then I spent ages doing the capsicums. Maree came around, which was cool, and I got the builder to fix our dining room door so that it could actually open. But then I spent like an hour cooking dinner, and I was sooo tired, and my neck and back just fucking hurt, and I just really felt like crying, and being told “chin up” doesn’t help at all, so I got grumpy and irritable. No one came around for Australian Pop Stars, although most people had like good excuses. I miss the old social tuesdays. I talked to Shirley on the phone for a while, but it’s just not the same.

I rang Brad at work tonight to ask him if his refridgerator was running. He said he had no comment to make. First time I did that, he said that it was, and that stumped me, and I forgot to tell him to go catch it then. When he rang and asked me, I said “no it’s not” and that threw him too. I really must learn how to make a deccent prank call.

Oh – my bets for those that get into Pop Stars? Katie (short red hair) and Sophie. Kini and Aussie friends etc – no comments yet, please!