LothedInMarch

I have to pay rent today, which will make me officially totally broke. Admittedly one of the girl owes me her portion of rent, and Belinda owes me for deposit and also for other stuff. Belinda went and got the electricity illegally re-connected by an electrician. I refuse to have anything to do with the consquences. Although trust my luck there'll be fines and I'll be forced to pay them.

My weekend was interesting. Went to a club in Boksburg (think Belville), called Sutra, nice venue, but as expected the crowd was a bit dodgy. Nicky's developed a 'routine', guys hit on me, they offer me a drink, since I'm not interested I say 'no', Nicky leans in and says 'yes', Nicky gets drink, I get forced to chat to loser for a while. I'm going to have to do something about this...it's not totally fair.

Went to Warpfest, avoided watching the bands - well, was deep in coverstation with some of the girls helping organise by the time the bands I was interested in came on and had no luck escaping. "That f*ing bastard" was there, first time I'd seen him since I lovingly set him on the bus back to JHB. Fortunately I had warning. It went better than expected, I demanded my money back, he gave me some excuses, I walked off and studiously ignored him for the rest of the evening and actually had a good time. No death, no destruction. I'm saving that for when I have my money back...

Oh, Daredevil was umm, only worth seeing if you're in a good mood and exceedingly capable of suspending disbelief. Ixnay on that for me yesterday.

I woke up with a splitting headache this morning, took a comprol about 50mins ago and it still hasn't gone away! I've been clenching my jaw when I sleep - too much stress. Work's laid me with so much stuff to do at the moment that I was shaking from the stress by 10:30 yesterday morning. Then at 11:00 the creative director had a meeting and told us all that we have 3 'launches' to do in the next two weeks and there's going to be a lot of stress and overtime required. I'm in a little of a spin at the moment. He he. arg.

Oh, and the house has no electricity or water and the estate agent is trying to make it our problem. I'm leaving it to Belinda since I just can't work up the enery to throw a frothy and she seems to have an abundance. And they still haven't installed the stove which, by law, all domeciles in JHB must have.

It's payday! Happy! It's nine months till Christmas! Scary! I discovered that the sys admin is storing 24 gigs of MP3?'s on the shared drive for us monkey's to access. Happy! Spent an hour yesterday afternoon starting to sort and properly lable what I could which is a bit of a task since I have yet to deal with the 6 versions of 'Track 11', most of which is some sort of minimally identifiable house or trance. I was good though, I restrained myself to copying only 3 gigs. Currently listening to: Front Line Assembly. Coolest finds: Tons of Dead can Dance and Depeche Mode, Portishead: Dummy and Massive Attack: Mezzanine. Unfortunately, the mac mp3 player doesn't seem to recognise the Blink 182 and D12. Guess I'll live. Now all I need is a decent set of headphones...

The only thing worse than going back to work after Christmas, is the Monday morning after a long weekend. You?e succeeded in thoroughly disrupting your sleep patterns in just that short time, and when the unholy moment comes that your alarm goes off in the morning you? be a more efficient killing machine than a dozen American marines if you could just bloody well make yourself stand up.

I guess since this is my wiki journal I have the right to bang my own drum, although I?l try to keep it quiet for the sake of the neighbours. I win! I win! Well, what I win is best player at UpCon. Apparently, I only beat Grant by the narrowest of margins. Although as usual I firmly believe it all comes down to what tables you get and how many games you play in competition with other good players, and once again I got lucky. That and the fact that I have at least a little ?it-factor?

In other news I?e taken leave over the May Day long weekend to make a five day invasion of Cape Town. I?e yet to book my tickets ?tomorrow? pay day ?but I? aiming to fly in on the Wednesday evening and out again on the Monday afternoon. I really wish I could take a longer hol, but I only get so many days leave in a year and Christmas is going to eat about half of them?<sigh>

It's a three day week! Yay! And it's UpCon (Pretoria) this weekend! Whee! A weekend of role-playing!

My party plans for Thursday seems to be dissolving a bit though. Nikki and I are both rather broke and she wants to have driving lessons on Friday for her exam next week - hence she's unwiling to risk the combined hang-over and exhaustion that usually results from an all night party at Truth. Sigh. Meby Sanjay still wants to go...

It's another Monday in the sunny city of Johannesburg. A Monday which happens to be St Patrick's day. A Monday on which I coincidentally happen to be wearing green. Well, it's a dull combat green, as opposed to emerald green for the emerald isles, but hey, I'm not Irish either. Although there is a city on the coast of Ireland, called Saul, which is the place St. Patrick landed when he first came to the island. So maybe, once upon a time, one of my direct ancestors came from that city? So maybe I am slightly Irish, but I'm a hell of a lot more German, Scottish and British than I'll ever be Irish. A true Mongrel. But a mongrel with a British passport!

Had a good weekend, partied with a lot of the people from my office - it was one of my co-workers, Sara's 30th birthday. Great fun, everyone was rather drunk (we got there late). I didn't drink too much, what with that whole driving thing, but we had a ball, and I got some more of that gossip stuff one needs to survive in an office environment. It really is rather important, you need to be able to not ask the wrong questions and say the wrong things... Kinda help you fit in, and fitting in is important if I want to keep this job.

Not that it's that hard to fit into the kind of office where the studiohead spends a week carrying around a monkey.

Well, not for me...

You know, I?e just realised how much importance people these days place in one? star-signs. In the rational world of the 21st century I find this somewhat disturbing, that people will anticipate behavior, attitudes, health, sex-drive, career path and so forth, based on something as random as what day of the year (or which year) you happened to pop out of Mum.

I happened to be shopping for fabric on Saturday morning and mentioned to the sales lady ?as bit of a put off ?that I have terrible trouble making decisions. ?h.?she replies, ?re you a Pisces?? I replied that no, I wasn? and laughed it off, but it did get me thinking. More and more of late when you meet new people one of the standard get-to-know-you questions is ?hat is your star-sign??and while I?e never had any qualms in telling people I?e never really spent much time thinking about it either.

In case you hadn? guessed by now, I consider star-signs to be utter rubbish. While I do admit to reading up on them infrequently, and often stop to read my daily prediction on the way to getting my excite email, I consider star-signs and everything attached to them to be amusing bits of fiction. Excite just posts rather better ?musing bits of fiction? than say, Cosmo or the newspaper.

In fact I was mildly horrified the other day when, while being my usual Kitchen-Nazi, I happened to mention to Grant that I was part German. ?h! That explains it!? He exclaims. ?our star-sign didn?, but part-German does!? I? afraid nothing pisses me off more than being generalized. I am a unique beautiful snowflake, and the fact that I was born on the 8th of July, 1979 around 11:00am is not going to give me identical personality traits to any other poor soul coincidentally born somewhere around the world at the same time. Grrr...

In other news, I have a place to stay. Cost me a bit of a fortune, which Belinda needs to pay me back, but hey. One thing less to worry about. Now I just need to furnish the damn thing... sigh I'm probably still going to be broke by ICON.

It's early, it's Friday. I'm hoping to post this before UCT stops giving me access since I can actually load this page if I come on first thing, but never in the afternoon.

Had sushi last night, and Nikki and I went for drinks afterwards, got hit on by two very drunken idiots from Alberton (The South ). Yetch. Fortunately, I'd already asked for the bill so we fled swiftly. Tonight I think I'll sleep, lots, for hours and hours. Still haven't seen the 'new place', Belinda's informative SMS yesterday got lost in ether that is the ZA cellphone network.

Going to cut it short in the hopes that I've done this soon enough for it to work...

I hate moving between Mac and PC - I just pushed 'control + c" on the Mac and it created some undisplayable character and deleted the entire of today's wiki post irretrievably. ARG! Oh, and my wiki access still sucks - Mojo pasted in the last two posts....

Belinda's back at it. She's found another place for the three of us to stay. And money's a prob again. Since it's through an estate agency they require a massive deposit and a bundle of 'transfer costs' - totals 8k with the first months rent (rent only making up R2800 of that total). I honestly am no longer keen to stay with Belinda since well, I'm pretty certain that she's not going to be much of a 'responsible housemate', she has minimal attachment to consensual reality and she's going to expect me to play taxi on a substantially more regular basis. However, I'll reserve final judgment till I see the place. However, I absolutely refuse to contribute more than 4k to the 'initial costs', Belinda and Richard can hunt down the rest of it themselves.

Going for sushi tonight with a friend from work, Nikki. After we've had a look at this place Belinda's found, hopefully. No plans for the weekend yet, was going to be looking for a place for jus Richard and I but that's kinda fallen through for now...

Well, you didn't get yesterday's post yesterday and I'm not certain about today's (I'm typing this in Word while I wait to see if the wiki will load). The worst thing is that I don't know if it's the result of me being on a Mac, a bad connection or that the Wiki itself is being difficult. I do have to suspect the last one though, what with all the students being back I imagine that the UCT networks are tad on the busy side. It's playing buggery with me though. sigh

Finally got Tuesday movies organized - no thanks to the Sterkinekor website which crashed on me while trying to confirm my booking. Not exactly reassuringly secure that <content deleted due to wiki daemons>.

Hay fever's playing havoc with any semblance of coherent thought I may have had so I'm going to give up the whinge session and go pray that the net tokoloshies leave the Wiki alone today.

Once upon a time in a city far far away there was a little sleepy pixie by the name of Lothriel. This pixie had struggled through the night trying to sleep but had been twarted by the naughty kitty Spatz. Spatz had sat outside Lothriel's door all night and scratchety-scratched against her door and clawedy-clawed the carpet outside and mewedy-mewed all night to be let in to the pixie's room. Lothriel was not a happy pixie. But Lothriel was nice to Spatz in the morning anyway, for she knew that the naughty kitty was lonely, as the Great Fuzzy, Spatz's friend, had been gone for some days and Spatz didn't want to sleep alone any more. Lothriel could only hope that the Great Fuzzy would come back soon and be Spatz's friend again. And so lo, did the little pixie yawn her way through her day in her new Diesel trainers, glad that she didn't have much work to do.