Got nearly suffocated in phonecalls, over the oddest subjects possible.
One
made my heart yearn tho: the GM from one of the small one-day larps
called me and asked me if I was going to be present on Saturday. I had
to decline, cos I’m far from fit, methinks. It’s a small tribe of
barbarians, 20 max, and I’m their leader, and biggest fighting machine. I
really can’t be all that if I’m as weak as my bicycle ride this morning
painfully showed me. Sigh…
goth clubs should serve coffee. ice cold coffee. with nails and broken glass. and call then ‘depresso’s
I feel absolutely crap. No idea why tho. Had a great concert on
Thursday, slept only 4 hours, but work the day after went well. Came
home, slept a bit on the couch, felt tired but ok.
Today I got up at
11 (after a few times of rolling over already), read a little, did some
work, went back to bed at 13.30, only to get up at 17.00…
Just
showered, still feel crap. There’s this Tolkien quiz tonight I want to
attend, but hell… I don’t know yet, might just stay on the couch…
Tomorrow I’ll know whether I’m pregnant or not…
Spiderman is having me for dinner tonight
Tonight…. Mmmmmm !!! Rosanna-Kai is arriving here by train at 16.34, so I can pick her up, Grimlach is coming round about 16.30, and then my brother should arrive too… FOR THE CURE !!!!!!
Yes, 4 hours of pure undiluted Cureness !!!!
I so hope Grimlach will feel better by then, I want him to be there !!! Grim: don’t leave me alone with that woman, you know I’m not good around them :-pppp
Today is my two year anniversary with Glod. Still happy, still in love. Even my husband wished me grats. Strange people. Happy me.
My right arm is in a cast, for three weeks. Great. Just great. Oh well… Hope I can find someone who’s willing to draw a goth design on it.
Yesterday was, as opposed to today, a really crappy day !!! I keep forgetting on a Larp that I’m not 20 anymore: only slept about 5 hours over the weekend, so I was tired as hell yesterday, literally. I managed to get up at 7.30, was at school at 8.30, started teaching, without much of a voice. I did warn all classes: I felt sick, tired, had a headache, and the lack of voice pissed me off majorly. They behaved.
In the afternoon tho, after another hour of teaching, I stood up (apparently I had developed a fever by then) to write the agenda on the blackboard, and my head started spinning. All became black, I had an outburst of cold sweat, and the students said I was very very pale. Nearly fainted there. Being too stubborn to give up tho (it was my very own fault after all), I managed to stay another hour and take a test. The students were even concerned about me driving my car. God, I must have looked awful !
Anyway, made it home, slept a little, watched some telly, corrected some, slept long. Definitely feel better already. Luckily.
Had a cool day, yes indeed. And the guy who made it cool was Faust, once more.
After
a long sleep (1st years are out to Technopolis) I got up at 9.40, did
some work, went for groceries, and went to teach. After that I went over
to Faust’s place, where we had lots of coffee (the usual), some
smokies, and discussed a lot.
Topic of the day: the quantum theories of Stephen Hawking as compared with/opposed to Plato, Democritos, Pythagoras. We found quite a lot parallels, to be honest. Was a really interesting discussion. Hawking has the weirdest theories, and he can prove all of them scientifically, being a positivist. I really like the 11-dimensional gravity, and the strings between the different universes that are lightyears long. Nice. Complicated.
Yes, an afternoon well spent.
Quite an uneventful week, actually, apart from…
Got a phonecall
on Monday evening, Faust. I had already sensed last week that sth was
wrong, but I never really asked, since I hadn’t been alone with him.
Well, it all came out on that phone. He’s really doubting his
relationship again. Last year, after little over a year, he broke up
with Jurryt, cos he’s too shallow, no real wit, no backbone. Faust spent
the next four months alone, and found out how hard it is to find
another Gay Gothic Geek. He brooded and thought a lot, and on New Year’s
Day, he went to Jurryt to get back together. Jurryt was so happy, Faust
is the man of his life. I shook my head, and kept silent.
Now,
after 9 months, the same problems resurface. Jurryt is a really sweet
guy, very loving and all, but… No depth. So Faust is really doubting,
and will probably end it again.
What has this to do with me ?
Well… Simply put: if Faust goes down the drain, so do I. We’re
soulmates, we’re related. If he can’t sleep, I’ll have a very uneasy
night. If he’s restless, so am I. If I need to talk, the phone rings
before I have decided to call him. So if he gets depressed…
Tuesday
after work, I went to his place, and we talked a lot. Made him see
things more clearly. Wednesday nothing much happened: physiotherapist,
that’s about all. Thursday I was really beat, dunno why, really tired
when I came home from teaching, and I went to show my mum the new city
library and the big mall near it. When I came home, I just crashed on
the couch, felt exhausted. Too tired to read, nothing on telly, arm too
sore to be at the PC… Called Faust, but he had visitors. No roleplay
either. Friday I had planned on being at his place all afternoon, but my
father in law was here to weed the garden, clean the pavements, repair a
doorhandle and lock… Ended up at Faust only round 6. We talked, I had
to calm him down cos he was very jumpy. I never made it to the
coffeehouse where Bart and Dirk were, thought I’d meet them for dinner.
Dinner was cancelled cos of the crappy week Ilse had had, and she wanted
to go for a swim. So another uneventful evening at home. Played some
more Asheron’s Call.
Today: nothing much either. Bit chilly, so I
lit the fireplace :-))) God I love roaring blazing fires ! Me on the
couch, cat at my feet, dog next to me on the floor, beautiful classical
concert on the telly, fire roaring… So I fell asleep !
Sometimes I think I’m getting old…
Listen, I have a LJ to keep in touch with my friends, and to spill my emotions and thoughts in a rather impersonal way.
I
AM SICK OF THE DRAMA ! To be honest, I don’t give a fuck whether one of
you is a pedophile, and another is just a egocentric bastard, and
another can’t stop moaning. I started frequenting the NYCgoth chat about
4 years ago, and I met some wonderful people there. With Cliff not
always being the grown up he claims to be, the atmosphere in there
wasn’t always too great, so I popped in the new OhMyGoth to see if it
was any better. Originally I thought it was, but after a while it turned
out to be exactly what it said it despised: another copy of
NYCGothchat. Little difference tho: less drama in the latter, since a
lot of people in there are older and a little more mature. That is why I
returned there…
But now I’m seriously contemplating not visiting
either anymore, as long as this vendetta keeps going. I’ve had it. I get
teenage drama all day at school, I don’t need some adolescent behaviour
in my free time. So would you please STOP annoying the hell out of
everyone ? IF you don’t like someone else, leave that person alone. It’s
the net, you can’t force anyone in frequenting this or that chat.
Oh, and if need be: both chats are very easily shut down due to formal complaints of cybersex. Very easily, if you know the right persons. Belgium is rather sensitive when it comes to illegal porn. And since on both chats there are under aged people….
Heh, this solution would sure stop the drama 🙂