2002-01-05 - 10:09 p.m.
#102: No Need for A Resurgence in Fungus Spore Growth On My *CENSORED FOR CONTENT*
Note to self: Don't worry about the title, I just wanted to get your attention. Well, I was going to write out an entire entry dedicated to what I've done since the last entry up to my birthday, then Christmas and just after New Years into 2002.... So I will. But only here in this mini section. Didn't really do anything much for my birthday beyond going out to the usual dinner with my parents: though I'm not sure how usual it is for people to go to a Japanese restaurant for ones birthday. Seemed normal enough for me anyway. Had my first taste of sake. It agreed quite nicely with my palate; which if I go by the popular mysticism around ones reaction to sake, meant that that my life was going well and I was content. Either that, or I was too drunk to care. Whatever. After the dinner we decided to go and see the Christmas-y entertainment stuff that was on show in Botany Downs in the evening. It was fairly well done and nice.... If you like that sort of thing. Fortunately, I'm rather easy going on Christmas songs done in a soft jazz beat, so it was all okay. But after that.... Was the roadtrip to hell. And I don't mean Rotorua. No, this hell I speak of is a little place far south of Auckland and a little north of Wellington that I'd like to call, "Hell Version 2.0". But the inhabitants prefer the more tourist friendly name of "Hastings". But it's still Hell Version 2.0 no matter how you cut it. But I managed to walk away from that with several good things. An almost completed
Ahhhhh.... The first entry of the New Year. Happy New Year everyone! Merry Christmas too, while I'm at it, since I seemed to have missed the entire festive seasons greetings that everyone's so fond of. I might as well wish Merry Christmas for this coming year and Happy New Year for the next as a precaution for when I forget to do so (not "if" either. WHEN). And welcome back to Clara who's recently returned from her tenure in Hong Kong! Only to go straight into summer school to do two papers at the Auckland University! Hey, whatever floats your boat, yanno? But in any case: The New Year. A year of new beginnings. Of old endings. Of lots of heavily important stuff people tend to do in the leadup and aftermath of the event in order to bring about a sense of closure to the old year and the welcoming of the new year. As a slave to convention, I must do all of the above as well. It's just a thing to do, really.
.... So. The old year. What a year it was! The year to end all years. Yes, that was 2001. Ayup.
.... Excuse me while I go look at my backlog of diary entries to remember what happened in 2001.
Hmmmm....
uh-huh. uh-huh. Yup.
Oh yeah! ayup. Right. So that's when it happened!
Okay, I retract my initial statement.
So what exactly happened for this year? Well, not a lot really. Unless you count the plot twist of my life: a mild mannered university student with a straight "Did Not Sit" grade average suddenly deciding to drop out after the first half of the first semester of the year and then living the rest of his time stuck at home in front of the computer making meaningless resolutions about getting a job and applying for a restricted license for car driving. That's a pretty crappy plot twist by anyones standard. I mean, c'mon. The least I could have done was discover that I was, in fact, an heir to an underground cult group feared and respected by Italian restaurants worldwide for their swift and deadly sense of pasta justice. Is that so much to ask for? Really? I suppose it is.
So I really haven't done anything in the way of progress for a career in this last year. But I'd like to say that I've opened up as a person. I'd like to say that, but it's not strictly true: I just tend to hang around the same people all the time and repeat the same behavioural patterns in order to reinforce the illusion that I'm not a person but some kind of Elisa-like conversation algorithm that takes what people say to me and spit them back out mixed with words from a previous line of conversation. Or maybe I'm just overreacting.
I don't think I want to write any further in this entry.
EDIT: Oh wait, just one thing. I just want people in the Auckland Anime Club, FLAVA and former members of AGFF to know that if I could give each and every one of them a hug, I would. But I can't. Either it's because you're an ocean away or I'm just chronically shy and would spotaneously combust from close contact. So I'll just "thank you". Interpret that as you will. 2001 was a blast with you guys and I can't think of a better way to squander my formative years as an adult than to hang around with you all and go through countless hours of rambling, random conversational bits with you all. It's been fun. Lots and lots of fun.
And now I need to go away and cry like a little girl because my dad shouted at me again for being such a lazy stupid bastard. Wow, I'm really on a roll here. The start of the new year and I've already made him angry. I'm really proud of myself for that, really.
