The Inner Circle

Good Morning Folks,

Early this morning I got an unexpected phone called from Millie. She rang me at 2:30am in tears, sounding very upset. I spoke to her for nearly ten minutes trying to calm her down. She wants to have a cuddle when I get back.

She said she’d been thinking about the past, she also said how she missed me. She had however been to Reynolds last night, so it may have been the alchol talking.

She asked me if I would come over, I told her that if I was in Stafford and she really wanted me to, I would. She also called me special. Which made me feel strange, but nice.

She rang me because she was thinking of hurting herself, she kept appologising, although I’ve continiously told her she can ring me, no matter the time.

Oh well, I’ve sent her an sms checking if she’s alright, she hasn’t replied yet, but she may be traveling back to her home town by now for the weekend.

She’ll be back Tuesday, and she’s going to Alton Towers that day to iirc. So perhaps on Wednesday we’ll get together have a cuddle and go out for a meal.

Adios for now, I saw in my fathers history that he’d been trying to access this diary, how ironic.

Pete.

I’ve gotta ask myself that today, I kinda feel like compete shite. I got up today at 8:30, which was far to early. I switched my fan off last night, perhaps I should have left it on. It does help to block out bad noise.

I’m hacked off at this entire placement business, I’ve now signed up for about 6 more on the boards. One at South Cheshire College, which is basically support, but it does mention the possibility of “other” projects. I must have signed up for 15-17 jobs by now, a shocking amount. I hope real life is a little easier.

There are far to many at schools, so I had to sign up for one of them. One of them was helping to support 250 work stations, and maintaining the network. That would be my sort of area to.

Dan got an interview at Brittish Waterways, I didn’t. Which sucks, although it was mainly just support. So it’d have been boring anyway, just handily close. If I get the one at South Cheshire, I could still live at home and get the train there every day. I could live with that.

On a rather strange tangent, Elaine Addy has also applied for the job. There are two places going, that would be strange if we both got it. Perhaps good too? Although I doubt she’s finished seeing Ben, they seem quiet happy.

I’m due to go home tommorow for the weekend, returning on Monday morning. It’ll be nice to get away from it all. I’m happy to be out of the house, it’s getting a bit boring.

I copied a lot of data from the different computers in the house last night. I must have moved about 15Gb about last night. /usr2 is getting near capacity.

The power went fucky this morning, it grey’d out three times. Which means I had to drag the kit out to restart rubidium. I phoned Paul up and asked if he still had the UPS for sale, he does, so I’m having that from him ASAP (ie Tuesday).

I’ve decided to add my all diary entries back into the database, so let’s hope the import goes well.

Adios for now before this computer crashes and looses this rather long entry,

Pete.

I feel so tired today, my muscles hurt, the vitimins didn’t help much last night, I’ve been taking loads of them to try and help. I show’d Aaron my last entry, he took it pritty well. I hope I didn’t make him feel guilty.

Haven’t spoken much to Millie today, saw her at the exam hall. I’m missing her again, suprise suprise. Oh joy, I think Sam just arived.

My exam went okey, I think. Got a week until WDI, that’s written, so it’ll suck.

I’m off to relax for the evening,

Pete.

I feel like shit today, I’m tired and I’m grouchy. I think my moods are also swinging all over the place. LLP wasn’t to bad today, although, I don’t know how well I did. PD tommorow, oh what fun that’ll be.

We got GTA3 for the PC today from lee on IRC, it’s cool once we got it working, control’s a little unusual, but we’ll get there.

Gotharial also asked me to nuke his diary last night so I did, he also asked me to unban him from #docs, so I told him that wasn’t happening unless the mood swings stoped. So he said it wouldn’t, so I said no. He said it was time for him and DALnet to part, he then /quit…. funnily he’s back on… case in point.

Sigh, I’m bored of DALnet. Maybe it’s just my current mood, but it’s not doing what it used to for me. I’m considering resigning from the webteam, I feel that I need to get the CMS completed, but I just don’t have it in me. Well not at the moment anyway, especially with my mind half on Millie all the time.

I’m also begining to feel undermined, Aaron and I got an email from Spike today, it was obviously aimed at the webteam, but Aarons email was in the to field, I was in the cc. I know it doesn’t really mean much, but I still don’t like it.

I like Aaron, he’s a good friend, and I know he’s a HUGE asset to DALnet, but sigh, I don’t know. He plays with users database, he’s working on a php version of users.*, maybe I feel he’s started encroaching on my area. He used to be just hosting and dns. Now he’s web developing, and basically that’s my forté, although I’m not doing much of it, I should be. I guess it’s my own fault for feeling this way. I really don’t feel any form of hostility to Aaron, nor does it change how I feel about him as a friend. Perhaps it’s time that I and DALnet’s admin side went different ways.

We’ll see after tommorow, I’m going home for the weekend, so I can relax. Re-evaluate what I’m thinking.

My muscles ache, so I’m off for a bath,

Adios,

Pete.

God I’m tired. I’ve got low level programming tommorow morning early. I need to be up at 7:00 so I can be out of the house by 8:30.

Millie didn’t reply to me today, I guess she’s having an off day, well with me at least.

Wagahai/Aaron seems to be having fun with his new found fun users.dal.net, good for him. I’m still feeling guilty about not touching the new website, but at the moment I simply don’t have the time.

God I can smell fat drifting up the stairs from leed’s crap cooking.

Right, I’m gonna ahve a beer and then sleep.

Adios,

Pete.