Monday, February 20, 2006

Giant ants are eating my head!!!

I just called my sister cos I wanted to talk to her and the kids and they're all out HOW RUDE IS THAT. In reality I wanted to do anything but read this book I have to read for class tomorrow because its REALLY BORING and look who the caps lock whore is today. Its about the military and democracy in Latin America which I'm sure is completely fascinating for anyone who's interested in civil military relations in Latin America unfortunately I am not one of those people, neither do I care about what some retired general in Ecuador has to say about the prospects of further military intervention or the role of Sendero Luminoso in Peru. However, being a lowly first year in the PhD programme I must do the course work requirement before I am let loose on the world to write my KICK ARSE dissertation which is going to RULE THE WORLD and get me an awesome job ending hunger, cancelling all third world debt, immunising every child on the planet, and distributing puppies to everyone.
For tomorrow's class I am supposed to read pages 36-213, its currently a couple of minutes shy of 11pm and I'm up to page 107. That also doesn't count the 35 odd pages in the other book I must read too. Oops. Bad Claire.
I am motivationally challenged.

Also, sitting here at my highly addictive 'pooter listening to Interpol and drinking a glass of wine (gotta get back on the horse....) and going through the archives of bloggers I met on Friday probably doesn't help.


Still, looking at pictures of hot bloggers is never a waste of an evening.

Today I bought a humidifier. This is an odd concept for me, because where I come from we have to buy dehumidifiers because we live in a maritime climate thats what you get when you live on the coast of some island in the South Pacific.
The thing is, because its facking cold here we have to have the heating cranked most of the time and the air is really dry and it messes up your mucous membranes ie makes your nose bleed. SO PRETTY!!!!

Now I have the humidifier sitting next to the heating vent and ones blowing hot dry air and ones blowing cool-ish wet air and balance has been restored to the force.

There's one particular song by Interpol called "The New" and goddam its sexy theres one bit in particular where it kind of recedes a little and then theres this huge fat wall of guitar that comes and does dirty things to you but dirty in a really good way and its a bit Flying Nun Dunedin-ish and I can imagine how it would sound live and I think if I saw them live and they played this song and it sounded as good as I think it would I would probably keel over dead with pure music-y guitar wall joyousness. Although I kind of did hear them live because the night before I left NZ Tim was in Wellington seeing Interpol and he called me and held the phone up so I could hear because he's not nearly as bad as he makes out he is.

Ah, fuckit. I have to read a bunch more and NOT WATCH THE X FILES DVD I HAVE IN MY COMPUTER RIGHT NOW AS WE SPEAK BECAUSE WORK = GOOD AND ANYTHING ELSE = BAD

Where did King Richard keep his armies?

UP HIS SLEEVIES!!!!!

Me so funny.
Work now.