Friday, July 31, 2009

I'll be the first to admit to being a paranoid hypochondriac, but, really, I am feeling the pain, man.

My lower back pain might be due to - oh, I don't know - walking up to school via Vivian St. (of merciless and relentless steep slopes and stairs) 3 times a week; could be due to pole. Whatever. It all boils down to having a woefully weak core and a past slipped disc.

My right knee I'm not so sure about. It was the knee on which I'd taken a crash, but it also might be Vivian St.'s killer inclines and stairs. C think it's something to do with old age and sitting for too long at my desk. Yesh ...

My right shoulder I'm pretty sure about: I slept on it for a wee bit this morning. That should be the reason the ache and stiffness. This never happened before!

Gaaah.

I'm positively geriatric ... =(

(So I started taking glucosamine again.)

Thursday, July 30, 2009

WTF Twitter? Why are you posting my updates to you on to my Facebook status?

So imagine my surprise, seconds after posting this twit, when I received a call from Ben in Hanoi. Since when does Twitter cross-post with Facebook? And why is this the default option rather than something I need to actively select.

Again. WHAT. THE. FUCK. Twitter?

Also: Not-too-accidental outings. Sorry, closets.
The curry turned out rather well, I think. I quite like what turned up, even if it were a little too salty (and too spicy - for C).

I marinated boneless chicken thighs (cut into bite-size pieces) with salt, tumeric, cayenne pepper, and cumin. Then browned some potato cubes. The curry was made with frying minced garlic and chopped onions, Thai red curry paste, coconut cream, and water.

The preparation and cooking took about 2 hours though, including stir-frying some sugar snaps (I hate snow peas, but sugar snaps seem pretty okay) and carrots, and cooking rice (I cook rice in a pot on the stove).

Day before I made (rather unsuccessfully) fried rice with luncheon meat, chopped onions, eggs, garlic, and McCain's mixed veges.

Today I think I wanna try Asian-style stir-fry fusilli with beef mince, mushrooms, and McCain's mixed veges (I bought a 1 kg bag that I need to use up soon) ... but I might chicken out. We'll see.

Finished the ON translation. Now on to studying for the translation test. Sigh ...

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

I don't feel like it but I suppose I should - blog, I mean.

Have finished 100 lines of Cursor Mundi (f.32, col.83 onwards), and just finished a scrumptious pear danish from Le Moulin (bought yesterday, but it's good even when it's not fresh).

Am constantly getting depressed about pole. I realized yesterday I should've focused on aerial classes by the WCT, because at least I'd've the benefit of instructors in my training, versus (unsupervised, uninstructed) pole prac by my lonesome. I've stopped checking in with my pole-mates in Sg (we've our own group on Facebook) because the photos and vids from their classes and jam sessions are making me cry.

Will make Thai-ish red curry tonight. Then start translating Grettir's Saga so I can spend more time studying for my ON translation test next Mon.

Sigh.

I should go watch Kaiser to cheer up ... again.

Monday, July 27, 2009

All right. Have managed to catch Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, and BrĂ¼no this month (and in this order) ... and none of them left me quite satisfied. Perhaps I'd overanticipated them.

Have given up on this year's International Film Festival even though I'd shortlisted films to catch and hope to watch Antichrist - if only because it was as controversial as 9 Songs and Anatomie de l'Enfer (both of which I'd caught and enjoyed - in fact, I bought Anatomie when the DVD was released).

This blog is hilarious. (Spelling errors notwithstanding.)

Wednesday, July 22, 2009







This is so yummy. A marvelous concoction of seasoned lumpy mashed potato and marinated chicken cubes in side a thin flaky pastry crust.

The photos I took don't, unfortunately, do the precious parcel of deliciousness any justice.

(From Le Moulin.)
Except for research on that "5 minute presentation" on Henry Sweet I have to give at a LING seminar tomorrow afternoon, and getting a start on my research essay, I think I'm handling both my English papers okay this week.

...

Okay, I'm two for four, which means I suck.

Am supposed to research on Henry Sweet now, but I'm not. I'd rather be translating my Old Norse stuff - I've got fewer than twenty lines before I finish.

I don't know what I'm reading on Sweet. Linguistics doesn't make sense to me anymore.

Monday, July 20, 2009

Woke up feeling dizzy but still stuck to walking up to school via Vivian St. Still a wee bit dizzy (yes, have been taking folic acid pills almost daily), and not too sure why.

Christine returned our essays today. Phew, I passed. If not for C's reminder, I'd've completely forgotten that I'd received an award - one that is fully revocable if I don't do well in my papers.

Still have a huge Joan Jett crush.

And that earworm.







Shane (not Kate Moennig, but SHANE) is just one fraction of Joan Jett's hotness.

Oh, be still my heart!

Friday, July 17, 2009

Friday. Sigh.

Waiting to collect laundry from the dryer and reading this. Seriously, I hope she gets her butt whipped. And then some.

I'm way behind on my schoolwork, as it is.

And I feel just so tired. Yucks.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

So glad I find it (somewhat) relaxing to blast my current ear-worm(s) while doing my translations for Old Icelandic and Middle English.

Haven't started on research essay yet though ... =(

Am getting REALLY PISSED OFF at the weather - but only when it's windy and rainy when I have to be out.

Like NOW.

ARRRRGGGGHHHH.

Monday, July 13, 2009

So, handed in my essay this morning.

I'd resolved last week to try to spend my time more productively this trimester, seeing that I have 2 papers and a (10,000 word) research paper to complete. I gotta stop wasting time on the bloody internet.

Anyway, I'm almost fully recovered from the shock of discovering people of my cohort in secondary school getting married and popping babies. Almost. It's been stressful - almost more stressful than writing an essay for a topic I can hardly care less about, and almost as stressful as C's feeling about her cousin's wedding.

This being on the threshold of the terrible thirties is a wee bit sucky. 'Twould be nice if I could drink myself to a stupor so I'll not notice my friends' and my crossing it ...

Tuesday, July 07, 2009

Word-count at 1,000 last night, but I still have another 1,500 to go. Gotta hustle.

My favorite girl texted last night (NZT) to announce she was "in delivery, waiting to be induced for pain". I have every hope of seeing pictures of a healthy perfect wee one soon!

Anyway, thought I'd just check in with the blog today after a week-long hiatus. Because Twitter (which I'd been using last week, what with trying to keep from spending too much time on time-wasting surfing) doesn't seem to suffice this morning, and also because I'd just seen a funny opening sentence in an article in NZ Herald:

A shirtless fugitive who kept police at bay with tree branches and the occasional haka for nearly three hours ...

"... the occasional haka ..."

XD