Last week I noticed that something was wrong with Wesley. His temperature gauge would jump up to maximum hotness whenever I pressed the accelerator, which seemed pretty bad. It got worse on the weekend, so I put him in to be serviced at Auto Masters. When I called up they said that his water pump was broken and the engine needed to be taken apart to put a new one in. He also needed a new timing belt. Total cost: twelve hundred freakin’ dollars. So I was like “screw that” and rang Ultra Tune, who said they’d do the same thing for $500. Happily, I took Wesley over to them to be worked on. Then this morning, they called me up and said that everything was actually fine, all he needed was a few hoses tightened and some new belts. Total cost: $350. Sweet! That’s the last time I go over to those wallet rapists at Auto Masters.

Anyway, the point of the story is that my temperature needle jumps up to the top because the sensor gets a steam bubble in it, and it’s just something that Wesley and I will have to live with. Accordingly, I’m getting a bit of paper and some sticky tape and changing the temperature gauge to the AWESOMENESS gauge. It’s fitting, since it goes up to maximum whenever I put my foot down.

Also in the news this week: my first job interview went nicely. I don’t think I’ll get the job, but I’m still waiting to hear back from them so there’s hope. It’s a damn good school. I also have another interview lined up for next week. It’s a cheaper school, so I suppose my chances will be better?

Finally, I have curry for dinner tonight. You probably don’t care, but it makes me happy.

This week has been pretty good. Uni is boring at the moment, because I don’t have much teaching work to do. Most afternoons I end up surfing the internet and trying not to fall asleep. The kids are still a bit difficult, but I don’t take any crap so I’m doing OK. I played some Halo with the computing class on Friday afternoon and that was the most fun thing I’ve done at school yet - despite being constantly teamkilled because I was the teacher :)

Other than that, I’ve been putting together job applications (there is A LOT of work to do when you’re applying for 3 jobs per week) and watching The Wire from a set of dvds that Rin sent over from Sydney. The Wire is pretty good, by the way - but not everyone’s cup of tea because it’s a bit slow.

I’ve also been trying to do more creative writing (although that, in itself, is a tired and unoriginal sentiment, so you’d be forgiven for thinking right away that I have no talent). The bits I’m writing are short, so that I can finish each one quickly and have something to be proud of. Most of them are straight-out fictional essays or letters, not even stories. Weird stuff inspired by Margaret Atwood. I’ll let you know how it goes.

Do you know about polyester? It’s made of diols and dioic acids! Sometimes triols as well.

Eek, it’s been a while since I posted anything, hasn’t it. Well, here’s the lowdown:

Last weekend I went to a ‘demolition party,’ at a house soon to be torn down. Guests were invited to draw on the walls. It was fun, until some cool people turned up and started spraypainting giant penises all over our pictures. There was also a guy there who is going to be on the next series of that show where a chick dates nerdy guys… whatever it is.

Tuesday I tried to buy a nice, standard, white shirt, but accidentally bought a shirt you can only wear with a tuxedo (which I don’t have, funnily enough). Whenever I try to buy a white shirt it turns out wrong: either you can see my nipples through it and it therefore only works with a t-shirt on underneath it (lame) or it’s too big (worse), or it’s a frickin’ tuxedo shirt (ridiculous). Shopping sucks.

Yesterday my university supervisor came down, and I didn’t screw up my lesson so she was moderately impressed. (Note my incredible ability to deny that I’ve actually done a good job of anything. I can admit it when I’ve done a good of job parking the car, or cleaning the house, or tying a tie - but not anything that really matters.)

Today E and I saw Inglorious Basterds. Great film. Extremely violent, but even when it’s violent it’s still hilariously slapstick. You laugh, and then you think maybe you shouldn’t be laughing because it’s something really gross. Which is cool. Plus, the bit where Brad Pitt is pretending to be Italian is definitely the funniest moment in any Tarantino movie yet. “Bahn-giorno.”

OK, see you later!