Fuzzy spent her morning with me before I drove her to university for her eight o'clock lecture, and today her language in the morning was appallingly dirty that's too obscene to repeat on my blog, so I choose not to type them here. However, it was also my happiest time and I love spending time with my sister before the day officially begun. She is opinionated, loud, and true to every word. She is not pretentious, vicious, or even defensive. The best thing about our car ride is that I know I can relax without the music, and I know that she will talk to me without parent's worrying thoughts, or the chatter of our friends. We are two sisters bullshitting together, and we love doing it.
The day started with all the people working on Vic's trial. I had the scale all to myself, making new broth and putting on my experiment in the morning. They didn't even come for morning tea, as Erik complained in the afternoon when he took out his morning tea from the fridge. It was a complain you can ignore because he certainly wasn't bored.
Miel came back for a while and I badgered him with the development of the discussion with Matt and The Simpson movie. He said that Matt will just see how it goes with Sophie, and the movie is hilarious. I am glad that he enjoyed the movie, but he didn't bring me back my money so I will have to get it off him sometime this week.
I managed to get my experiment going on schedule, but the protein just kept coming, and coming, and coming. Yay! I am glad that I got some this time because there weren't much last time.
The gang came back after lunch. I told Carole the good news about my experiment. Erik quickly ran out of the door for his lunch, and Kelly stayed behind. I walked to Innovation Park for my lunch. It was delicious! Cajun chicken melt and savoury muffin were both nice, and mocha was sweet and warm. The walk back was a good exercise.
Ai was sad about me leaving the group and joining the upstair people. I won't be there all the time and she won't be able to do experiments with me. Oh! I will still be there, don't worry, girl. I can always go to Japan and visit her if she goes back, too. There's airplane now.
The discussion started when Erik and Miel labelled the casettes and weight boats for tomorrow's experiment. Erik was talking about bargirls in Kremlin. He talked about some Russian chicks and Cuban girl he met up North. God! I almost fainted listening to him talking about other girls. I had to pull myself together in front of the computer when I was entering the data. I almost started crying right there on the spot. That wouldn't be a wise move, and will be highly embarassed and difficult to explain, but I was lucky that it didn't happen.
Erik went on to say that his family's boat was anchored down 18 years ago and the trees have grown around the boat. If you want to sail it, you have to cut the trees down, otherwise it's impossible. I think his parents are determined not to sail again for a long time so trees have blocked the yacht/catamaran. Just trying to picture the monstrous trees that can block a ten metre yacht from moving, they must be huge. Miel was so excited about this that if Erik ever move the boat, he's gonna tell his dad who loves sailing. They then exchange the details about snowboarding boots. Miel has got an old pair that he can part with, and Erik wants a new pair. Miel will bring the boots to work tomorrow, and Erik will bring them home to try. He loves snowboarding, and will go at the last week of August and first week of September. That's when his work finishes here, and Murray will put up a small do for him in the tearoom. We are going to have some beer and have meaningless/meaningful discussion about absolutely nothing. Haha.
We talked about child abuse in the morning, and the topic in the afternoon was a bit more positive. Kelly said that she used to hide under a pile of clothing, and Erik said that she can just sleep under a pile of labcoats. They have to be clean labcoats, of course. Hmm....it's so cute and warm. Pirates! Erik said his dad, Alphonse, is a pirate. A lot of people say that he is. Hmm, Alphonse the Pirate. Ken reckons that he just doesn't sound like a pirate, but I looked it up and it meant: ready to battle, so it can be a good pirate's name. It's just not baudy enough. The boat discussion went on, and he said that the boat is too small for more than three people. You've got to settle down somewhere, too. I guess that his mum just decided that it's time to live on land again, or maybe they both decided to live in New Zealand for good. He smiled when I asked him whether his mum was a pirate or not, and that smile was so gentle and sweet. His mum must be a nice lady to have such a gentle, caring, and sweet son. We talked about more pirates, pirate flag, mullet roe, and Alex joined in the discussion about catching big fish. I had to go back to my experiment then. I had to finish.
Erik was reading Tommo and Hawk before I went to TC to sterile filter the sample. He went home when I came back.
I drove home feeling tired and turned on the radio. Some strange new music came out, but Stables was on. He's back after extensive sick leave due to mystery illness (maybe I am just not in the loop enough so I don't know what he's got). Anyway, mum was the only one there at home and we talked about everything that happened today. She complained to me about dad not doing anything and I told her that is just how he is. If you tell him to do something, he's not going to do it. Weird man.
Fuzzy is already asleep, and I am going to have a shower and sleep soon. I have wrote a poem on Cornershop of Seashell and Turtle today. I also told Monica that I am going to take up her offer of working for the upstair group after my contract finishes. It's just amazingly easy for me to find another job. I also received an e-mail from the company that I applied to. I will wait when the time comes and if they want to interview me, I may still go ahead with it. I am thinking of not going to the interview if the whole contract thing is sorted by then. It will be better if I stay in Hamilton.
I am so tired after all this typing. However, I have more time to write now.
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