03/09/03

*** 31st ***

i don't really recall much about sunday. i was meant to visit my cousin, who cancelled, and then went with my mum to have supper with some family friends. which was really nice. although i was the designated driver, i still got a bit tipsy, and almost fell off my chair when i sat down... thanks to the gods nobody (ie. my mum) noticed.

*** 1st ***

i spent the morning hacking and coughing, and most of the day in front of the tv, reading.
i watched the first fifteen minutes of casablanca, which looks really good! i always thought it was about a guy named casablanca...

i made my way to cape technikon, to visit a friend of mine. he was really busy, so i hung around and we talked while he worked, when he finished we moved over to mr. pickwick's, for a quick coffee, before i got on the road to milnerton to fetch my mum.

with stop-go traffic all the way.

i joined moonflake and shadowslight for monday night tv again. i had a bacon & avo pizza, medium size, for R29.
it took a while for the price to sink in.

oh, and it was AWESOME pizza.

*** yesterday ***

i finally got to bed around 2am.

i was woken around 8am, and given about ten minutes to get ready before driving my mother to work, so i could get the car for the day.
my cough was still aggravated, but everything felt much, much better than in the previous few days. the lung butter's still there, but it's not moving around as much.

i went to two banks, attempting to open an account just for the purpose of internet purchases, and was refused dice both times (umm, i'm trying to play with the expression "no dice").
it took effort, on my part, just to be refused... a tad disappointing.

i met up with campey on campus (should write a song with that title), and we went to the cafeteria for some coffee. i managed to spill samoosa juice (curry, foolish human) on my GIR shirt.
grrr.
and a bee bathed in my coffee.
grrr.

after borrowing campey's student card, i left for the library, with the intention of learning about this new-ish microsoft voodoo, .NET.

i got lost in the library. it took me a while just to figure out that i was in completely the wrong place, and then a (much shorter) while to figure out how to use the search tools, which aren't labelled in any useful way.

i then took the useless part of the book's library code to the librarian, who fortunately managed to find it anyway.
and now i know how to use the library. i'm so proud of me!

i sat for about half an hour, until i decided that i now know enough to use .NET in any language: whatever they call it, think of it all as java, and everything works out just fine.

actually, from that point of view, it would appear that m$ has managed to do a good thing. but i'm sure the demons will pop out of the stonework soon enough...

i returned the book, and moved over to NCc. (IMHO, a much better way of writing Nescafe Cafe Cafe Cafe, as it includes the echo effect). Met up with a few CLAWcreatures while waiting for moonflake to arrive. which she did.

about this time the puns began flowing freely from my lips, and only slowed, much later, under extreme duress.

after a while of catching up, and poking fun at tall people, we went to get sandwiches for lunch, and paid a visit to campey and d@vid, who were all Very Busy.

moonbase commander is a very cool game.

moonflake gave me a ride to my car, and my trusty steed hobbled me through some more stop-go traffic for the next few ages, and deposited me outside my mom's office.
and there our long-faced metaphor ends.

getting directions for my cousin's place was a complete nightmare, and after much aggravation i got in the car, with only a rough idea of where i was going.

the completely useless drivers on the road didn't improve my mood. the only thing that kept me relatively sane was the other drivers also becoming irritated with the useless ones, so there were a few of us, chasing them, howling in rage.

after only one minor error, lasting about two or three kilometres at the most, i found what (or where) i was looking for.

my cousin and his girlfriend are staying in a large, pretty apartment, with lightswitches that make sense, and a ps2 with gta3 (vice city).

i'd seen gta3 before, but i'd never played it, and i must say it's just as cool as gta2, with better graphics, vehicles, and weapons.
couldn't ask for much more.

we had grand lasagne while watching saturday night fever (one of my favourites), and i thoroughly enjoyed myself.

when i got home, my mom and i started watching alice in wonderland (whoopi goldberg version), which i'd only seen about five minutes of with sandman -
that night we went to lizards, and he introduced me to a friend of his, using (as is normal) his first name only.
i had no way of knowing that this was a man with a traumatizing full name, and when he said his first name, i quoted "well, that's not your fault."
he then attempted to bludgeon me to death with a pool cue.

i passed out soon after that line, and only woke after the movie had ended - so i took my medication (for the cold, you scum), and went to bed.

*** today ***

this morning, the lung butter came back, with great vengeance and a bit of furious anger.

i read a bit, watched some tv, did some sit-ups and push-ups in lieu of going out and getting some real exercise, watched alice in wonderland, and i'm currently attempting to figure out what the rest of my day is going to look like.

alice in wonderland, the whoopi goldberg version, is at some points extremely in tune with the book. however, the majority of it, including the moral of the story, is tone deaf. THERE IS NO MORAL.
that having been said, i quite enjoyed it (when i could keep my eyes open, i had to keep rewinding), and it had a great cast (i only wish they would have included there names in the credits). the girl who played alice reminds me a lot of russel crowe.
go figure.

i went to town to pick up some stuff from a friend, played around online for a bit, and then drove him home.
i watched caddyshack, which was cute, but not very funny, and passed out soon after.