My Own Worst Enemy

Arg, what a night.

It was my cousin's flat warming last night (Friday) and I managed to get through the better half of a 40oz of Coruba.

I don't remember much, somehow I have some scratches on my arms, and I vaguely remember talking to DebXena on my phone.

But at about 12am I had this bright idea that a walk may sober me up, so I wobbled my way down Willis St, down to Manners, where I decided I wasn't sober enough and McDonalds was a good idea (to anyone wondering, I never go to bed too drunk, and therefore don't have hangovers) so one Quarter Pounder Combo later I was swerving my way back up Cuba Street and home.

Having being greeted with the confidence course in our hall (tyres, not sure why they're there, but they are) I stumbled over them, to get a phone call and have to go out again.

So all up, quite a confusing night really.

The Cuba Festival's on, it's like a giant party right outside my house. I've been on a blowup confidence course (you know the ones usually for kids??? *evil grin*), seen some bands, and seen a parade from an awesome viewpoint.... the top of the Bristol Hotel :-)... I love my house.

And in other news.....

What's your favourite childhood movie? Mine is Willy Wonka And The Chocolate Factory, so I was rather disturbed to read this:

Satanic Willy (Taken From Woman's Day, February 19 2001)

News from the Just When You Thought it Was Safe to Take Your Kids to the Movies file: Satanic shock-rocker Marilyn Manson is set to star in Tim Burton's remake of the classic children's movie Willy Wonka And The Chocolate Factory.

The pallid poseur, notorious for using chainsaws, fake blood and fire in his twisted stage act, swears he won't play Wonka as a sweet and gentle candy czar the way Gene Wilder did in the 1971 original. "I really see the movie as a metaphor. I see Willy Wonka as Satan because he presents people with the temptation of picking good and evil, and they all pick evil," says the controversial entertainer who owns the skeleton of a seven-year-old Chinese boy and reportedly keeps a torture rack in his dressing room. No word yet on whether the film's soundtrack will contain subliminal messages.

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And in other news.... Paul Holmes has been nominated for a Tui award for "Best New Act", what is the world coming to???

A Scene From Psycho

Our shower, is red.

I dyed my hair today, red, not sure how it looks at the moment, it's still wet, I have a feeling it's bright red down the bottom (where it used to be blonde) and a milder red up the top (where it was my natural brown colour).

I honestly am spending my Friday evening doing my hair, rather then going out... I watch a lot of TV1 these days, I want to see two or three films at the Rialto.... am I getting old? I doubt it!

The last couple of days have been fun. On Valentines day I received a phone call, which hyped me up a bit, from an old friend, to which my flatmates were kept amused for a while mocking me about. The next day he and I went out to lunch, walked around the waterfront, did the free things (Te Papa, made fun of French Navy Dudes) and then came home and talked for a while, then he left, the flatties came home and the interrogation began!! (EDITOR'S NOTE: either Blair or Andy, I'm pretty sure it was Andy)

I've been told by Dave, my oldest flatmate, that now I'm flatting with them it's like having four older brothers and they'll wanna meet all my friends.... geez, what happened to the 'do not judge' bit in the Bible? (as all of my flatmates are Christian)

Today was spent doing my favourite thing EVER... spending money. Course related costs came through today so I spent the day with Seth (my famous flatmate, he was part of The Edge promotion, 'Inmates' about this time last year) in Petone getting chef stuff, groceries and hair dye :-P

Have you ever tried to spend $1000?? It's a lot harder then it sounds!! Some of that money's gone on the next 2 week's rent (I'm being responsible for once in my life), some has actually gone on course stuff (the aforementioned chef stuff), which for a student, for anyone who knows a one, is pretty darn amazing!! And of course Cd's (note: Coldplay's Parachutes and Linkin Park's Hybrid Theory are both excellent albums)

So the last couple of days have been rather busy, it's amazing what you get up to once you don't have any television to watch...

Pam

I have a friend named Pam.

Pam is insane.

Pam has spent the entire day asking French Navy Guys to marry her. So far, they have not responded. Personally I don't think they're that great, but Pam does, so in McDonalds we let her have the best view of the table of French Navy Guys, and we keep pointing them out to her in town, she hasn't asked any directly, just kinda says it at a reasonable level whenever there's a group of them around.

Pam also touched a complete stranger's dreads in the elevator at Te Papa, then thanked them for an enjoyable elevator ride.

So that's Pam for ya!

Bugger.

First flat fight erupted yesterday, unfortunately it involved me, and I am left feeling like shit. Bugger.

Has anyone ever noticed, walking down Lambton Quay, either in the early morning, midday or evening that there are two lanes of foot traffic? It's almost like a road, in fact it even works by 'staying on the left' it's a strange phenomenon. Anyway, have you ever seen this and wondered what it would be like just to walk down the wrong 'lane'? Well, after I pointed this out to D, one of my flatmates, he took great joy in walking down the wrong one singing out 'Anarchy Rules!' Now this is typical D behaviour, so I wasn't weirded out or anything, but seeing all these suits swerve around the madman saying "Anarchy Rules" loudly has got to be one of the funniest things I've seen for a while...

I don't know, maybe you had to be there...

The New Digs

Well, we've moved in.

On Saturday, we trekked, with a Surf and a truck thing that was older then me, for 8 hours (yes, 8 hours) from Rotorua to Wellington.

I spent most of this time in the old truck, sitting above the motor and consequently getting a very numb ass.

But that doesn't matter, having arrived, the group hug of the five of us took place and it was about here I realised I was going to actually live with four guys. Definitely a weird feeling being the only girl in a flat of five.

But having unpacked, had all my stuff arrive from Porirua, the obligatory family visits (actually that doesn't sound good, I actually liked them) etc, I finally feel like I have a place to call my own.

So here I am, situated in Cuba Mall, in a room with pretty purple walls, beautiful hardwood floors, almost floor to ceiling windows and balcony's... I love it.

The only bummer so far has been the band practices taken by my flatmates (the whole flat are musios) which didn't sound good when I left for dinner, but once I got back they were sounding very much like Rammstein, minus the deep growly German voice... the boys didn't take to kindly when I told them this... ah well, to each their own.

Shopping for food was a totally different experience, I mean don't get me wrong, it's not like I haven't been to a supermarket, and seen people buy stuff, and I even bought stuff myself when I had the money, but this was the first time I'd bought stuff like cheese, and milk, and soy sauce... and I never fully appreciated how expensive cheese was before now!! But I came in 20 cents under budget, so as long as I can keep it up I'll be fed :-)

There's been no major disagreements yet, the dishes and chores are getting done, the rules are being adhered to, no food is going missing and the rent's being paid, guess we'll just have to see how long we can keep up being extra nice I s'pose :-)

It's so great to be back in Wellington, I was bouncing in the car on the way in, I said to my mother as we came over the Bombays for the Big Day Out that there's a feeling that Auckland has. Well Wellington has one too, but with the exact opposite feeling. I've only actually had one dinner at home so far, the rest have been at rellie's houses, but that's perfect... means I don't have to pay for them :-)

hi ho, hi ho....

Well, tonight is officially my last night in Rotorua for a very long time. So a big Adios to everyone I've seen or met while I've been up here, it's been great meeting you all, but to be honest, this place is a hole, and I have a much better flat in Wellington to call home now.

I have a flat in Cuba Street, and it's just come to my attention that I haven't bragged about it yet.. It's 6 bedrooms, in an old hotel, above a pub, $500 a week between 5 of us, but best of all, the power's FREE!! :-)

So it is there I am destined to tomorrow, to be in the same room with all my flatmates (bear in mind, that although I have seen them all within the last month, we haven't all been in the same room, at the same time for over a year now), to be the only girl in the flat, and to promptly leave to grab dinner downstairs at my favourite Kebab store, have dinner on the waterfront and wander to Mt Vic to visit my grandmother and my aunt. Should be good!! :-)

My mother and I have spent the day working out last minute bits and pieces, I'm contributing quite a lot to the flat (the most valuable items being the Dishwasher, and the beanbag which we sewed up tonight to find the beans were more chips-cum-squashed-packers.) But generally, I can't wait to be in Wellington again, and she can't wait to have me out of her cupboards!!

But mother wanted me to bring something to your attention, and although a little bit has been chopped off in the scan, it's a wee thing that used to hang in my History Room during 5th Form. Take A Look :-)