Tuesday, 9 November 2004
@ 2.08 pm
As the days stretch into weeks...
...and the weeks stretch into months. I really do mean to update more regularly, but I went in a fencing tournament, then I got sick, then I couldn't be arsed, then the show started getting real busy like. And I'm sure there was a party or two in there somewhere. Excuses excuses.
Though at least I've got some...
I'm back at my Dad's now (well, I say back, but I've never actually lived with him as such, not since I moved out of home over nine years ago) all the way across town in sunny Wigram. It's not so bad, the house is new and nice, and free, and I intend to have bbqs and guitar and the usual, for all those who can make it out that far. Speaking of which, I spotted a downside last night when discovering that for the first time since moving out of said home nine years ago, I'm not living within reasonable walking distance of wherever I might find myself (usually town or University). Which is a bastard at midnight, especially when those who very kindly offer aid manage to lock themselves out of their own flats. Luckily, others could drag themselves away from their questing long enough to offer help for those less fortunate.
Fat Nic No Car indeed.
I've got nothing else, except maybe a tale to recount of Emily, who, in an attempt to help a friend out with a possible German, er, connection, suggested that he look deep into her eyes and declare "Sie haben schöne Ohren". Unfortunately, Em is a little out of practice with her German, and upon (correct) translation, it was decided that "You have beautiful ears" probably wasn't as endearing as what the man in question had hoped...
