Smoking IS cool... and you know it!

I got a new modem!!!

WOOOO

*greeny puts the old 14.4 on the ground and jumps around on it for a bit*

Thanks Rivertrog for it :-)

It's much better, and faster, and prettier (cos the old one was internal, this one's external) than the other one...

Well, I can't really say much without sounding very Dear Diary, so I won't, but at the moment I should be studying, just I can't be bothered... I have my first exam tomorrow, and I can just think of about a zillion things I'd rather be doing then studying..

*greeny considers plucking her eyebrows....*

Please Sir, May I have some more?

It seems ludicrous, to me anyway, that there are three charities having their annual appeal this week. The Blind Foundation, CanTeen, and Keep Kids Safe, all this week.

While sitting down to my cheesy talk shows, ads with Pio, for Keep Kids Safe, jumping idiots wearing bright bandannas for CanTeen, and an effective ad using ‘what’s that sound’ for The Blind Foundation were all shown. Now what’s up with this? Don’t they realise that three charities is hard to accommodate?

Now me being poor, when I do give, it’s usually to something I have some sort of connection with. I have a CanTeen bandanna, a bright yellow one, that I wear proudly (or did until someone pointed out to me it was a bit silly wearing a bandanna for a cancer charity when I smoked... how about we just put that down as an investment?) I wear the bandanna because two friends of mine used to have Leukemia and one of them has 2000 of the things to sell.

I’ve also got stickers all through my memories scrapbook from charities I’ve given my spare change to, and a butterfly that I got from another... I’ve had roses, daffodils and poppies, and I hate passing by buskers without giving them something.

It’s almost become like a gang war... You’re walking down the street, wearing your poppy and a daffodil seller comes up to you and you feel you have to get one just so you can walk on both sides of the street without being harassed... “nah man, I’m already a daffodil!”

Giving generously has it’s personal benefits, and it doesn’t matter whether it’s helping a mate in finical troubles out, giving to a busker or one of the appeals people, it makes you feel good, and often the benefits will come back to you ten-fold.

But still... THREE charities goes beyond insane. Can’t there be someone, who co-ordinates these things, there are 365 days in the year, 52 weeks, there’s more then enough to go around, they can have my money, it’s better to give it to them, then to spend it on some of the crap I spend it on myself, and I know it’ll come back to me one day, just when I really need it.

but three charities?

Someone told me to post this

In my bathroom we have put up posters, a few soft toys and plants. On our window sill we have a soft toy Tigger, and a soft toy Pooh (as well as cactus's and plants). The windowsill is located directly above our toilet.

So anyway...

One day this week it was particularly windy, and one of us (most likely me) left the window right open. So the wind was tearing into the bathroom, making a general mess of things. I walked in to find posters on the floor, a soft toy Pooh on the floor and no sign of my soft toy Tigger.

I feared the worst and my it was confirmed.

I looked in the toilet to find, low and behold, my poor Tigger was looking up from the toilet bowl as if to say "help me! help me!"

So I rescued the poor fulla, he's back sitting on the 'sill, I'm wondering whether to soak him in something, unfortunately my student budget is stretched as it is...

He doesn't stink..... yet

I can't really think of a title for this one, so it hasn't got one.

Deb came over again today, was very nice to see her again.

Had a great lunch, which was followed by a movie. We really had no idea what the movie was that we were seeing so once we got in and it started we were in for quite a shock!

First of all we were presented with an usher who wouldn’t shut up, she just kept talking, telling us meaningless ramble, and then talking to the audience right through the previews, I was very tempted to throw M&M’s at her, but had I done that I would have found myself one precious M&M short. I’ve never seen an usher talk so much, and to be honest, I hope I never do again.

The movie we saw was Final Destination it’s from the makers of the X Files and you’d think the website (www.deathiscoming.com) would give us some insight, but no, we went happily trotting along. Personally I was thinking something thriller-esque, but I was presented with a full on horror.

The movie was GREAT!!

It was missing a few things, such as a nice hunky guy sitting next to me so I could use him as an eye shield instead of my hands, but overall, fabulous!

It really was scary, and the best bit was it wasn’t over-rated (such as Scream and I Know What You Did Last Summer). It won’t be getting any sequels, and had heaps of hunky stars, even though they all died.

I came out with that great feeling you get from horrors when they’ve been really good, a mix of enthusiasm for the movie and a great rush of adrenalin.

So I’m definitely up for American Psycho tomorrow night :-)

I'm feeling comfortably shagged

The unions came to uni today, I mean, I wouldn’t mind, but they were so HAPPY about it, shoving it down people’s throats... infact one guy actually handed me a sticker and said “wear this, it’ll piss the big guys off”.

If there’s one thing that’s always pissed ME off, it’s beliefs being shoved down my throat. I didn’t become a christian because my mother couldn’t shut up about God at home... no THAT my dears, drove me to satanism, the thing that drew me to becoming a christian was, infact, my hormones, God gave ‘em to me, so why shouldn’t He use ‘em to their best advantage? After much deliberation, and being pulled along by a pushy friend (sorry man) I went to a youth group and low and behold.... GUYS!

But I’m onto another story, so I’ll get back on topic....

There’s a guy who stands on Lambton Quay who walks with passers by, shouting “Jesus will save you from your sins! There is only one God!” into their faces and I honestly want to hurt that guy, not very christian of me I know, but it’s people like that I tell you!!

I, have, although I hate to admit it, been part of these pushy race of idiots, I wasted a whole New Years in fact, preaching to young children at the Mount in a motor camp... is there anyone worse then a preacher preying on your children?

Of course, I was mostly with the older teenage people at the camp, and pretty much refused to preach, I told them about God, yes, when they asked, I told my testimony, yes, when I felt there was a need there. And I was rewarded with my work when one of the guys came into my home church in January, a christian when he’d previously had nothing to do with it.

I’d actually like to see some statistics on pressured Christians vs the ones who made their own decisions... how many still believe in God, still pray and still go to church 2, 5, 10 years down the track?

So why do people still insist on shoving it down your throat?? I admire the choirs and churches in Manners Mall on a Friday witnessing and singing, in fact, I have been tempted to join what my friends and cousins refer to as the ‘crazy Christians’ just cos they’re having so much fun. I certainly don’t mind the guy with a giant board talking to what he refers to “all of you” which is usually just one or two drunks about God. They aren’t in your face and shouting it, if a person feels like they want to listen, they can, but if they don’t want to they can leave.

But Christians aren’t the only people who do this.. Jehovah Witnesses come to mind (sorry if any of you are part of this group). Late last year I was staying at my best mate’s house with him while his parents were away. Since the room I was in was closest to the door I answered it, to find two Jehovah Witnesses there. I dutifully took their magazines (which came in handy when a certain addict reader got trashed and puked all over them) and was nice to them, but they came back, about 6-9 times over the Summer looking for me, and asking for me by name!! It wasn’t until I asked a mate from school, who was of that persuasion to get them to stop that they did.

So why oh why oh why, when shoving beliefs down a person’s throat doesn’t work, do people still do it?!?!? This union today, were trying to buy people’s support with dinky highlighter yellow brochures (hint: highlighter yellow doesn’t work as well as canary yellow) and free sausages. They had lots of people near them... but I have a feeling that was due to being at a university and offering free food.

I certainly don’t know why people do it, maybe it’s just human nature.

woe is me... again

Loneliness. It’s enough to make a person’s heart bleed and a soul cry.

Just thinking today, about daylight savings, and how much fun I used to have in the delayed nightfall last summer is enough to make me cry.

Seemingly endless times of driving around town with the KoRn or Limp Bizkit on full volume, sun shining down, consumption of alcohol, parties, laughter, gossip, swimming in the various lakes over summer, picnics bought at Big Fresh with my 5% employee discount containing strawberries, fruit salad, coke, chips and the way they smelt when they had spilt all through a boot of a car and left, by accident there in the sun for 2 days... my first attempt at water
skiing, having the first person ever ask me out, then being hit upon by his drunken friend. Friends being harassed by cops, getting fines, and speeding tickets. Plans made in our chat rooms, the formation of #rotorua coming out of drunken conversations near Christmas, the fall of our previous chat room. The time my friend came to stay and got in much bother and basically set the scene for the entire Summer. Monopoly played in drunken states, swimming in the natural hot pools that only locals knew about and the teenagers used them to their best advantage. The time one of my friends decided to strip and harass us all with his nakedness and then on a trip into town running out of petrol and having to watch him get dressed in the middle of a main road.

None of that waits for me when I head home this summer, none of it.

The people that had cars either don’t have them anymore, or are too buggered up in the head, having been fucked around by chicks. The drinking of alcohol will take place, but with the majority of us being of legal age, it will happen in bars, and we’ll avoid the fun and anxiousness of buying underage, and we’ll no longer have to worry about someone getting too drunk and chundering all over the floor and the correct way to clean it all up. We won’t have to worry about our parents finding out, which in hindsight, was part of the fun. My previous role of gossip master is no longer mine, I used to know everything, who liked who, who fucked who, and where the next party was. Having been away for a year, the group dynamics have changed, and I am only a small part of it. The picnics will still come about, with other peoples discount, but there will be new faces, and some of the smiles wiped off the old ones, with them gone to find new groups.

The natural hot pools are no longer a destination on the list with an outbreak of some disease or another, killing a small child, on the same day we were supposed to go. but didn’t by a close vote. Our hang out spots will have changed, lakes will change to cafes, and most will be working, saving to go to uni next year.

It aches my heart to think that times will never be the same again. That the people who used to be the drunken hooligans, are now the sombre, depressed drunks, and the sober, levelheaded ones, no longer are there.

I’m sure I will come across this problem many times in my life, that the way I remember things will change completely and I will be left to gape at them, with my jaw ajar and with tears in my eyes, but I guess I’ll have to live with it.

No matter how much I hate it.