Friday I'm in love
Lots of things happen on a Friday. My cousin Al was born on a Friday. Dan and I got together on a Friday. There have been lots of songs written about, well, Friday. So, here's some happenings from my Friday...
The Brother
After the many successes of telling my mother, I was once again put off telling people about being gay. But, in the car on the way to uni, he and I were chatting as we always do, and I said, "Well, I guess you know, but I have a boyfriend", and he was like, "Duh, he's in your Facebook profile picture". Totally cool with it. Here's a photo from our journey:
Trapped...
As lots of my friends know, I'm a JP, so when I was asked by my friend Mattykins to sign some stuff for him I leapt at the opportunity (well, not actually, this was quite a figurative leap). Anyway, we met at the local bar, and then when he didn't know where the Research Office had been relocated too (and considering how close it was), I offered to show him. Up to Level 6 of the new building we went, he dropped the paperwork in, and then the two of us and two other guys got into the next lift. As the door was about to close, a girl jumped in at the last moment. We couldn't remember what level we specifically wanted, so we pressed two different buttons and the lift set off.
And then, stopped.
It was at this time that the lift, which resembled something like the inside of a beehive, displayed this ominous sign:
We called for help, then all sat down and had a conversation... about PhDs (What they wanted to do, what I was doing) and Angus MacFarlane. As one does. It took about 15 minutes for something to happen, and when it did, the lights all went off. Then back on. Then we moved a little, the doors opened, and we were greeted with three stunned men (who were wondering why the lift had taken so long) in the basement. Once we'd clambered over the gas mains and passed the electricity substation we emerged from under the library. I hope that Tom, Dick, and Harriet (because I've forgotten their actual names) go well with their work.
Presentationising
The slew of posts in the middle of the night were probably sign enough... I had a presentation to do on Friday of my thesis. After escaping from the lift, I printed, laminated, and put up for display the poster. A few people wandered around, I chatted for about an hour, then got sick of it so I sat outside smoking. Somehow, I suppose it was the combination of the walking stick and mentioning Dan, I was given a special commendation prize of $250. Yay me!
Frank
My final Friday happening was the discovery of a small spider who has decided my weathershield is the ideal place for his web. I discovered this as I went to flick some ash out the window and disturbed said net. I've named him Frank.
So, that was my Friday. Fun times, no?
The Brother
After the many successes of telling my mother, I was once again put off telling people about being gay. But, in the car on the way to uni, he and I were chatting as we always do, and I said, "Well, I guess you know, but I have a boyfriend", and he was like, "Duh, he's in your Facebook profile picture". Totally cool with it. Here's a photo from our journey:
Trapped...
As lots of my friends know, I'm a JP, so when I was asked by my friend Mattykins to sign some stuff for him I leapt at the opportunity (well, not actually, this was quite a figurative leap). Anyway, we met at the local bar, and then when he didn't know where the Research Office had been relocated too (and considering how close it was), I offered to show him. Up to Level 6 of the new building we went, he dropped the paperwork in, and then the two of us and two other guys got into the next lift. As the door was about to close, a girl jumped in at the last moment. We couldn't remember what level we specifically wanted, so we pressed two different buttons and the lift set off.
And then, stopped.
It was at this time that the lift, which resembled something like the inside of a beehive, displayed this ominous sign:
We called for help, then all sat down and had a conversation... about PhDs (What they wanted to do, what I was doing) and Angus MacFarlane. As one does. It took about 15 minutes for something to happen, and when it did, the lights all went off. Then back on. Then we moved a little, the doors opened, and we were greeted with three stunned men (who were wondering why the lift had taken so long) in the basement. Once we'd clambered over the gas mains and passed the electricity substation we emerged from under the library. I hope that Tom, Dick, and Harriet (because I've forgotten their actual names) go well with their work.
Presentationising
The slew of posts in the middle of the night were probably sign enough... I had a presentation to do on Friday of my thesis. After escaping from the lift, I printed, laminated, and put up for display the poster. A few people wandered around, I chatted for about an hour, then got sick of it so I sat outside smoking. Somehow, I suppose it was the combination of the walking stick and mentioning Dan, I was given a special commendation prize of $250. Yay me!
Frank
My final Friday happening was the discovery of a small spider who has decided my weathershield is the ideal place for his web. I discovered this as I went to flick some ash out the window and disturbed said net. I've named him Frank.
So, that was my Friday. Fun times, no?