Varied blog...
Looong blog.
Well, I suppose a good place to start would be orientate the loyal fanbase as to what’s been going on in the land of Zo.
Today, I found my student card…an hour after I paid R50 for a new one! Its sitting in the technical technician’s office in the library, all of a curious sudden. Dammit. Oh well, I suppose I at least have a spare for this year. Yay.
We had elections for Goju Comm. last night…if you can call it that. We picked positions. Thomas is the new chair (Jon-san is stepping down) Devin is Secretary and I am Treasurer. We’re having our Aikido AGM next weekend to decide such things.
On the one month anniversary of my tattoo (which has healed nicely!) I decided to go vegetarian. (no coincidence intended). BEFORE anyone starts howling about my leather trench coat and boots, allow me at least to defend myself. I initially started because the hormones in the res meat messed my system up quite severely. No one needs to know the details. But I reckon, after all, that its not a bad moral choice. I can sacrifice Steers and tandoori chicken to a better cause. However, I do love my parent’s cooking. So, I shall compromise. I shall only eat meat purchased from Woolies. At the least, I will know that the animal in question lived a happy life and that the meat is healthy. I can’t suddenly turn around and turn my entire lifestyle upside down. Also, I have to consider that no one else in my family is vegetarian, so I can’t force them to work around me. That’s not cool. So, when I’m in Grahamstown, I’m full-out vegetarian and when I’m at home, I’m a considerate meat-eater.
…My distant Cypriot family will think that it just means I don’t eat lamb. Pah. Like the eyebrow piercing didn’t shock them enough, I now have an ARABIC tattoo AND I don’t eat meat. That might just make someone’s head explode...hmm. Best I don’t visit there until I’m filthy rich and they won’t care about the extra bits. I stopped eating baby animals a long time ago, thanks to my mom.
Fortunately, Amy is also a vegetarian so I have some solidarity. And my friends have been really good about it. I just find I’m always, always hungry! Like it wasn’t bad enough before…I think I may have lost weight. I can’t really tell except by how many notches I pull my belt in. And it is rather arb to go use the scale at Mr Price Home. That’s rather embarrassing.
This term seems to be a term for bad Admiral health. I’ve been down with flu (which my beloved pulled me out of) and now it appears I have a spastic eye infection. It only comes in the morning and evenings, which is wonderfully convenient. I’m going to trek up to San tomorrow to see if they can give me anything.
I’m looking SO forward to the Survivor party in Cape Town! It will be fantastic to get out of G-Town and, more importantly, to see me Dad and Jo. I also plan to do my hair while I wait for the plane so I’m going to lop off an inch and do an asymmetrical fringe. I think I may straighten my hair.
Joy! I’ve finished my Phil essay and I must admit I think I did rather well, considering its my weakest subject. It’s an argument for free will. Now my life doesn’t feel so uncontrolled any more. Hurrah.
Apparently there is an aikido summer school happening in Joburg from the 1st to 3rd December. It looks like Minigishi sensei is going to that, so I can go straight home after my exam in time to train with her (6th Dan Aiki-ka!) and Martufi-sensei (5th Dan). I really want to keep up with my training over vac, so I’m going to join the aikido dojo in Bryanston, who are affiliated with AFSA. A friend from Goju moved to Joburg so I’m going to find out which dojo he joined and go train there too. It will be awesome to stay fit and supple. Besides, next year I might be Denzil’s victim…ah, uke of choice, so I need to get strong. He’s an amazing sensei, he really is, but rough as all hell. Very strong, very fast…I’m amazed I’ve only been injured once.
Oi! My ling homework was really fun tonight! The chapter was about Mills and Boon books and about the textual conventions of such crappy novels. I was sooo glad to see that I don’t fall into any of those patterns! I didn’t realise how terrible those books are! Like how all the men have only one or two syllables to their names because it sounds stronger, like Dirk, Ned, Chuck, Finn…and women have those ridiculously stupid names that supposedly reflect their personality: Pagan, Rain, Brooke, Charity. Their names are all exotic, they lead perfect lives, the women are weak and unfulfilled…I feel much better about my writing. At least my women are strong and feel no remorse putting their careers and selves first. *Yoda nod*
Well, its late and now I can actually go to bed reasonably early. Hurrah! Let’s hope the pinkeye is a once-off thing…I have a big party on Saturday!
Fwoosh!
Zo
Well, I suppose a good place to start would be orientate the loyal fanbase as to what’s been going on in the land of Zo.
Today, I found my student card…an hour after I paid R50 for a new one! Its sitting in the technical technician’s office in the library, all of a curious sudden. Dammit. Oh well, I suppose I at least have a spare for this year. Yay.
We had elections for Goju Comm. last night…if you can call it that. We picked positions. Thomas is the new chair (Jon-san is stepping down) Devin is Secretary and I am Treasurer. We’re having our Aikido AGM next weekend to decide such things.
On the one month anniversary of my tattoo (which has healed nicely!) I decided to go vegetarian. (no coincidence intended). BEFORE anyone starts howling about my leather trench coat and boots, allow me at least to defend myself. I initially started because the hormones in the res meat messed my system up quite severely. No one needs to know the details. But I reckon, after all, that its not a bad moral choice. I can sacrifice Steers and tandoori chicken to a better cause. However, I do love my parent’s cooking. So, I shall compromise. I shall only eat meat purchased from Woolies. At the least, I will know that the animal in question lived a happy life and that the meat is healthy. I can’t suddenly turn around and turn my entire lifestyle upside down. Also, I have to consider that no one else in my family is vegetarian, so I can’t force them to work around me. That’s not cool. So, when I’m in Grahamstown, I’m full-out vegetarian and when I’m at home, I’m a considerate meat-eater.
…My distant Cypriot family will think that it just means I don’t eat lamb. Pah. Like the eyebrow piercing didn’t shock them enough, I now have an ARABIC tattoo AND I don’t eat meat. That might just make someone’s head explode...hmm. Best I don’t visit there until I’m filthy rich and they won’t care about the extra bits. I stopped eating baby animals a long time ago, thanks to my mom.
Fortunately, Amy is also a vegetarian so I have some solidarity. And my friends have been really good about it. I just find I’m always, always hungry! Like it wasn’t bad enough before…I think I may have lost weight. I can’t really tell except by how many notches I pull my belt in. And it is rather arb to go use the scale at Mr Price Home. That’s rather embarrassing.
This term seems to be a term for bad Admiral health. I’ve been down with flu (which my beloved pulled me out of) and now it appears I have a spastic eye infection. It only comes in the morning and evenings, which is wonderfully convenient. I’m going to trek up to San tomorrow to see if they can give me anything.
I’m looking SO forward to the Survivor party in Cape Town! It will be fantastic to get out of G-Town and, more importantly, to see me Dad and Jo. I also plan to do my hair while I wait for the plane so I’m going to lop off an inch and do an asymmetrical fringe. I think I may straighten my hair.
Joy! I’ve finished my Phil essay and I must admit I think I did rather well, considering its my weakest subject. It’s an argument for free will. Now my life doesn’t feel so uncontrolled any more. Hurrah.
Apparently there is an aikido summer school happening in Joburg from the 1st to 3rd December. It looks like Minigishi sensei is going to that, so I can go straight home after my exam in time to train with her (6th Dan Aiki-ka!) and Martufi-sensei (5th Dan). I really want to keep up with my training over vac, so I’m going to join the aikido dojo in Bryanston, who are affiliated with AFSA. A friend from Goju moved to Joburg so I’m going to find out which dojo he joined and go train there too. It will be awesome to stay fit and supple. Besides, next year I might be Denzil’s victim…ah, uke of choice, so I need to get strong. He’s an amazing sensei, he really is, but rough as all hell. Very strong, very fast…I’m amazed I’ve only been injured once.
Oi! My ling homework was really fun tonight! The chapter was about Mills and Boon books and about the textual conventions of such crappy novels. I was sooo glad to see that I don’t fall into any of those patterns! I didn’t realise how terrible those books are! Like how all the men have only one or two syllables to their names because it sounds stronger, like Dirk, Ned, Chuck, Finn…and women have those ridiculously stupid names that supposedly reflect their personality: Pagan, Rain, Brooke, Charity. Their names are all exotic, they lead perfect lives, the women are weak and unfulfilled…I feel much better about my writing. At least my women are strong and feel no remorse putting their careers and selves first. *Yoda nod*
Well, its late and now I can actually go to bed reasonably early. Hurrah! Let’s hope the pinkeye is a once-off thing…I have a big party on Saturday!
Fwoosh!
Zo