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But when you smile, oh how I feel so good

2008-04-25T03:33:00.000-07:00

I've had to move this post to a passworded account. It's still around, I did post it, but I had to move it. Sorry.

cries

2007-05-31T03:20:00.000-07:00

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OK, so here's the deal: normally right before a test I do everything I can to avoid studying. Often I find myself planning the rest of my degree 'cos at least it's got something to do with school (it makes me feel less guilty I guess). So at 12pm today I have a test, and as normal I'm planning the rest of my degree

Anyway, up to now I thought that with some cunning on my part I'd be able to get out of this place in a year (that's 6 months early). I figured 2 Summer Semesters and BAM! I'm out of here. Every time I'd looked, I've been able to do this.

This time? Notsomuch.

Turns out that the compulsary third year paper I have to do as a geography major has been moved to Second Semester instead of First (when I was planning to do it).

What does this mean?

Well, it means I'm stuck in the hell hole that is Auckland for another six-God-damn months!! It also means that I have to do Summer School AND Second Semester. (I have to do Summer School as if I want to specialise in GIS (and I do) I have to do a course only offered in Summer School).

Fucking stupidity. If I wanted to specialise in physical geography and GIS I'd be fine, no problems, but I'm a human geographer through and through - I understand societies, cities and humans much more then I do waves and rivers and biogeography. If I didn't want to do GIS I'd be fine but the problem is, most of the jobs in geography are GIS based, or at least require understanding of GIS.

So what to do? I could get a Summer job that allows me to do a part-time Summer Semester I guess then do Second Semester as well (I was really hoping to be out of here come Second Semester). I could do Second Semester part-time (but then I have to work in Auckland in an actual job and quite frankly, fuck that). It's not all bad, there are other courses offered in Second Semester I was wanting to do and now I guess I can do them, but I really don't want to do both Summer and Second Semesters I guess.

I guess I'll sort it when I come to it, but I really wish they'd just put 315 into first Semester. Then I'd be happy.

Anyway, guess I should go learn about walking school busses...

City streets at night, can be so intimidating

2007-05-24T03:23:00.000-07:00

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Here's the pain in the ass thing: the break in has changed our lives, and not necessarily for the better.

On one hand we've got ourselves a monitored alarm, security doors, insurance and written down the serial number of every major electronic in this house.

On the other we're afraid to sleep with our doors closed, afraid to turn off the bathroom light at night, afraid to leave and afraid to stay.

OK, it's not so much we're afraid as we feel safer with those things.

Yesterday I left the house for 10 minutes to go get a paper (I needed it for an assignment, and it had to be yesterday's paper), I felt free and at the same time worried. Free because I'd made it out of the house. Worried because I'd left Holly in there alone.

Today Holly left for work. I slept through her getting up, having a shower and getting ready, but the moment she closed the door (the new lock requires a bit of a slam) I sat bolt upright in bed. Took me about 5 minutes to work out why Holly wasn't here and what had woken me up.

We had almost as many people though our house yesterday then we have had collectively since we moved in.

I would quite like to go to uni today but I can't leave. Still more people are coming (today it's the glazier to replace two panes of glass the fucker cracked when his monkey foot kicked down our fucking door). Plus until the alarm and the safety doors are installed, we're not keen to leave the place.

I hate that he's changed our life. With three kicks he has changed our life.

I can't express how angry that makes me. That he broke into our house with the intention of taking our stuff that we have worked hard for. That he just wanted to take it, and that his greed has led to our fear. That he has made us feel unsafe in our own home because he wanted a PS2 or a big screen TV? That's the worst thing. That all this was over a few fucking gadgets.

2007-05-23T03:29:00.000-07:00

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How to say this? Well this morning while sleeping I heard some loud banging - nothing unusual for this house as the pipes can get pretty loud from time to time. Also we back right on to the train tracks so noise doesn't tend to disturb me much.

This time was different however because after the banging I heard my flatmate yelling "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"

For those who haven't met my flatmate she's lovely. Usually very even tempered and she doesn't swear. Her yelling is really what woke me up. I sat bolt upright in bed and asked "What? ME?!" to which she opened my door and said "no, some bastard's just broken down our door."

So after struggling into my pajamas I ran out to discover this:
He kicked our door down!!

Basically he'd knocked on the door (and woken up Holly who couldn't be bothered answering), then knocked on Holly's window (which made her suspect something), then tried to break down the back door (which somehow we overlooked until about 30 minutes ago), then the front.

Once in the front door, he got about a step in before Holly ran out screaming, then he took off.

Cops were here within 5 minutes, then fingerprint people, then the landlord, then builders and security experts.

We've had phone calls from family, friends and called an alarm company. The security on this place is going to be beefed up something shocking by the end of the week and until then Holly and I will be extremely reluctant to leave it. (Infact both of us are reluctant to leave each other at the moment).

It got us thinking, it's got us moving. We refuse to give in to this asshole. We're not moving, we're going to beef up security and move on. Fuck him. What kind of a wanker invades the home of two women in search of some electronics and DVDs? Obviously if he were going to be violent we'd have known about it by now, and I think Holly gave him such a fright he won't be coming back (we hadn't answered the door at all and yet we were home, there is no guarantee that we answer the door when we're home). Really this is the best thing that could happen, but there's something about a home invasion that shocks to your core.

He was here, he invaded our privacy, our home. He came with the intent of taking our things that we worked hard to have. He wanted to take them from us without earning it. He wanted to do it the easy way.

Fuck him.

Sometimes I don't understand Auckland

2007-04-23T03:54:00.000-07:00

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Why would ANYONE in their right mind want to get rid of this?

It's one of the best things about this stupid city!

Really? Is it hard?

2007-04-16T03:57:00.000-07:00

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I've been spending some time on nzdating.com over the holidays and it amazes me the behaviour of men.

I mean, why do they send me pictures of their penis?

I liken it to meeting someone in a bar. Noone walks up to a girl in a bar, flops out their piece and says "hey babe, you want to suck on this? Come out to Manukau and we'll get in on in the back of my car" and yet the online equivelent of this (sending a pic and a message) seems to be entirely appropriate.

I'm not that difficult to get into bed, I'm really not. The hardest bit is getting me to actually meet a guy. Once I'm meeting him all he has to do is carry a conversation and flirt. It might take a few dates, but it'll happen.

To be honest my profile says I'm bored and I'll chat "even if it's about your penis" but that is a JOKE. If guys actually want to talk about it, I always ask what they call it and then steer the conversation to something else, it's not an invitation to send me lurid pics. I understand the confusion but it happens to girls who don't have that on their profile.

It's an TVeaster Miracle

2007-04-08T03:59:00.000-07:00

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I'm not making this shit up.

The TV is now working.

My TV died on Easter Friday and resurrected itself three days later on Easter Sunday.

I know some people practically worship their TV's but that's just silly!!

Happy TVeaster!

Warning: Mild Blasphemy Ahead

2007-04-06T04:11:00.000-07:00

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So today's Good Friday. Today is the day that Jesus died nailed to a cross to pay for our sins. Horay for Jesus.

I woke up this morning and thought "I want to relax infront of the TV and watch Boy Meets World" (I've been slowly working my way thru the episodes, I'm onto season 3). So I went to turn on my TV.

The remote didn't work so I thought "Holly's turned it off again" and went to press the button, but the button was already pressed. A quick check said yes, it is plugged in... the projectionist in me plugged it into other sockets to see if it was the sockets...

My TV died on Easter Friday.

So according to the story, Jesus was resurrected 3 days later (Easter Sunday).

So we're wonderring... will my TV ressurrect on Sunday??

More news as it occurs...

A gentleman doesn't cum in your mouth

2007-02-20T02:18:00.000-08:00

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Heh... been dying to use that as a title for over a week now. Quite possibly the world's funniest quote... but anyway...

I'm beginning to think that perhaps I don't take enough risks... that perhaps there's alot more to life then what I do with it. That there are people out there to meet, people to fuck, things to do.

That perhaps the existence I've been carving for myself over the years - hiding in my own shell, celebate (the exact time period for that one will not be announced to the world...) and hiding away from everything - well, maybe that's not the way I should live.

The way I'm living now is a damn sight better then the way I was living in mid-2003 where I literally didn't leave my room for fear of gaining the Wrath of The Evil Flatmate. At least life isn't like that anymore.

I'm also not depressed - I'm quite healthy and happy. A little dissatisfied with my weight, but I'd like to think I'm making some positive moves about that - I'm discovering more about myself - I've just got to work up the courage to get the help I need for all that.

I'm not addicted to drugs of any kind, I'm smoke-free, THC-free and (contrary to what those on the 207 field trip might think) I'm not a big drinker.

I get good grades, hold down a job... I'm incredibly lucky in that I'll be moving soon which means a better place and a better job (so excited about the new job).

But I still feel as if I'm missing love, affection. I think part of me feels like I don't deserve it, like I'm too fat, too ugly, too damaged. That it's going to take a special person to understand me - and perhaps all that's true - but I've been getting offers lately - lots of offers. Up until now I've turned down each and every one of them but I'm beginning to wonder if I really should?

Then I get to the point where I almost say yes, the crucial moment, and I freeze. I realise if I have sex with this person that person will abandon me and I'll have to stay and pick up the pieces all over again. That to have sex with that person means tears, and heartbreak and depression and time that I just don't want to spend mending my broken heart again.

Now I realise exactly how badly I was hurt all those years ago. I might not feel anything toward the person now, but I got very badly hurt, and even worse, very badly scarred - and I'm still paying for that one night.

TradeMyIdiot...

2007-02-14T13:39:00.000-08:00

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Sometimes people like to prove to the world just what kind of idiots they really are. Today I've had a fantastic example of idiocy.

Firstly some background info: I'm a LOTR collector, and back in '04 I picked up some bags at the world premiere that I have been slowly selling when I am poor. I'm down to my last couple and I'd like a good price for them. I've recently put one up on TradeMe where it's been getting a large number of hits and while it hasn't hit reserve yet, these things never do until the last few hours anyway.

So I have this listing, it's doing ok, and then today I get this comment come through my inbox:

"have you checked out the $200 fading ticket stubb above this auction? i hope you all get your prices, i just want your newer bag as i have used MY bag until it is all tacky-looking! lol! :) these sorts of things are not rare at all but the LOTR craze is over. i have put up one-of-a-kind original art for as little as $1 reserve & not got even a nibble! so i wish you well, you guys, i really do!"

This almost killed me. No collector actually uses their bag. None! We have these bags as keepsakes, and they're either protected behind fadeproof glass or tucked away in some dry but dark corner with the rest of our valuable collections. To say his bag is all 'tacky-looking' makes me want to do nothing but hit him with a large and heavy stick!

Secondly I went and had a look at his "art", and found: it's crap.

So I wrote a sweet little reply that went like this:

"lol, well I'm not selling a used ticket stub, I'm selling a genuine collector's item, which many people would keep in pristine condition rather then abusing. You're right, the LOTR craze is over, my 'buy now' price is significantly higher then my reserve price and I don't honestly expect the buy now price to be reached, although it would be nice if it did. These bags, in good condition, rarely come on the market - less then 3000 were made and a significant proportion of them were thrown away. If a genuine collector (and yes, they still exist) wants this item, they will pay the quite reasonable reserve price for it."

Kinda nice seeing as this person seems to be a bit of a nut job and really I just wanted to remove their bid and tell them to go fuck themselves.

Then this evening I log on to find the following two comments:

"touche' about not taking care of one's collector's items...but i have so many!...and all is doomed to fade into the west! :) the bags were designed to be useful after all, & it's tempting to skite around town when you have one"
you must be getting repeat views & people must covet this for its usefulness & commerciality after all! i write "rare" on many of my auctions for things that truly are, ie One of a Kind paintings & prints but they only get the odd hit, i can only assume because it's just "useless" art executed by an "unknown" artist! the original of one belongs to sean astin. he loved it & told me it was going into his LOTR museum. but no one i've told believes me & so far have had little interest in it!"

Here is what I would write if only I hadn't come to the conclusion that this person has some sort of a mental disorder.

Yes, I'm touchy about people who don't take care of their collectors items: if they are not taken care of, they cease to be collectors items. Good for you for having so many, I have quite a few myself - that's the point of being a collector - to amass a collection (or 'collect'). Some may be tempted to skite around town, but most people are secure enough in themselves that they don't have to walk around name dropping. "Rare" means just that - that it 'rarely' comes about, ie only once and a while. "One of a kind" means there is only one. I know perfectly well there is more then one of these bags around - I own more then one. Yes, your art is really quite crap. Fan art hardly ever gets bought because collectors see no point in owning it - if it were an original John Howe or Alan Lee painting then it would be worth thousands, but yours unfortunately is not. No-one belives your story because every man and his dog in this country has a LoTR story - I have numerous LoTR stories. To quote a very famous movie: "You are not special, you are the all singing, all dancing shit of the world"

A Summer-Time Challenge

2007-01-27T13:44:00.001-08:00

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OK, your holiday is almost over and the weather's a bit crap (at least if you live in New Zealand. If you don't not you're probably at work so have you really got anything better to do?) so I thought I'd post a question to the users of LiveJournal (well, my very small friends list and the people they point to this post... *hint hint*)

I've recently discovered that I am the world's worst flirt. This most likely accounts for the rather long dry-patch I have had and also for the fact that I rarely get anybody I actually want (as opposed to the ones I don't want who I have to turn away which just makes me feel worse given the unreasonably long dry-patch...)

Anyway, because I'm useless at subtlities (otherwise I'd have no problem with the flirting) here it is straight up:

How do you flirt?

What are your 'moves'?

What's the thing guaranteed to get you in the sack?

Because I'm sick of not knowing, because dammit I am a sexy woman who likes sex, who is just a wee bit picky and who has no idea how to tell the ones she does like that she likes them.

So I ask for your help, the help of the Livejournal community at large - help a girl get laid.

Shortbus

2007-01-27T13:43:00.000-08:00

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See it.

Best film I've seen since I can't remember when.

:-)

Just 'cos you're old you think you're wise

2006-11-24T13:48:00.000-08:00

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OK, I'm terrible at updating, I'm sorry.

No, actually, I'm not. My personal journal (a strange thing these days - it's written on actual paper with a real pen) has a large number of entries. In my absence from online blogging I've started reassessing myself, and I'm discovering more and more every day that I am fucked up.

I have body issues and I'm not confident. My total belief that I failed everything this semester led me to come home and mainline vodka (as well as anything else I could get my hands on) half way through the exam period. As it turns out I've passed at least 3 of the 4 subjects and all that worry (not to mention the substantial hangover) were for nothing.

I've stopped smoking. Today is Day 16. Day 17 commences in 19 minutes. The big urges are gone, but occasionally I really want one. I can be around smokers but I find myself lecturing them which is entirely a product of trying to convince myself that I don't want and/or need one. The not smoking thing means that I'm a little more anti-social then usual as I tend to hide in my room watching DVDs, TV or reading.

I'm becoming more and more convinced that I like being single.

Yeah, the lack of sex is a bit horrible, but honestly, I've got enough sex toys to deal with that.

I like the independance of being single. I'm a little nutty and well equipt for keeping myself company so the whole companionship thing isn't a big deal - I have friends and I have family and I have myself. I'm beginning to come to the conclusion that unless someone really special comes along; someone who respects me and my boundaries (and my independance - I love that more then any man or woman I'm afraid) that I'm just going to remain single for the rest of my life, and I'm OK with that. I'm not sure my mother will be (I think she's looking forward to the grandkids that probably won't be arriving through me) but I am.

I've been listening alot to Lily Allen. She rocks. She has some very cheeky lyrics but I've been feeling quite feminist and anti-boys lately so she's pretty much the perfect accompaniment. I'm looking foward to the Big Day Out - I will definately be grooving out to her that day.

Well I'm going to go, no doubt I'll be up for a few hours yet with my crappy November-December insomnia but unfortunately the computer room will be closing soon

Rainbows and Lollipops

Stupid Forwards

2006-08-17T13:51:00.000-07:00

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I got an email today - a foward. It was from someone I don't like very much, don't talk to and don't consider a friend, yet she thought it was appropriate to send me what might be accurately described as the worlds worst foward.

First of all - I've seen the same email come from the UK - the only difference between the two (this includes the statistics at the bottom of it) is that all references to the 'UK' has been replaced with references to 'NZ'. While I can't pass comment on the UK version, having never been there I thought I'd add my comments to this version. Partly to be trite, partly because I'm bored with an hour and a half to my next lecture and having just finished my essay.

Being a Kiwi is about driving in a German car to an Irish pub for a Belgian beer, then travelling home, grabbing an Indian curry or a Turkish kebab on the way, to sit on Swedish furniture and watch American shows on a Japanese TV.
How many people here have a german car? Hands up please. Any Audis, BMWs, Porches or Volkswagons in the house? No? That would be because Kiwi's by far prefer their Mitzis, Hondas, Subarus, Holdens, Fords, and Mazdas. I'm not saying German cars don't exist in New Zealand - I live in Auckland I'd be stupid to say that but in general, German cars are not the ones we buy.

We do however have a fondness for Irish pubs.

On Belgian beers... this is a list of some Belgian beers, go - take a look - I'll wait here. Tell me how many you know. Personally I know one of those beers. I also happen to be quite fond of it (Stella Artois). As far as I'm aware Kiwi's are much more likely to reach for a Steinlarger, Tui, Lion (Red, Brown, Double Brown), Waikato, Speights, Macs (one of the many different versions) or Monteiths. We're a patriotic bunch. We might dip into the Aussie stores (Fosters, XXXX, VB) but as the song says "you can get Fosters on tap, but it still tastes like crap"...

The kebab holds up, I've had numerous kebabs while pissed - that said I've had many more hamburgers and/or chips while pissed. The White Ladies in Queen St (Shortland St if you want to be pedantic and it's moving soon anyway) and Newmarket I am finding are the stuff of legends. Quick, polite service and the hamburgers are the best I've ever tasted (please note I was rather pissed at the time). Wellington has an all night 6-night-a-week (not open Monday night) fish and chip store that serves a bad-ass hawaiian burger at 3 in the morning and is right next to a strip club making for interesting people watching. Curries... hands up all who have had a curry after getting pissed? I honestly couldn't think of a worse idea really.

Personally I have no idea where my furniture was made and I'll concede that it may have been made in Sweden but more likely it was made in either New Zealand or China. Most New Zelanders have at least one piece of Made-in-China, assembled-in-the-living-room, Warehouse bought furniture. I have several. They are most definately not made in Sweden.

I conceed American TV shows - but very few English-speaking countries have a complete absence of American programming, and many non-English-speaking countries also show it, so it's a bit of a non point - it's not "only in New Zealand".

I could be wrong here - but who has a TV not made in Japan? I know I don't. Again, I'd say it's one of Japan's major products - it's another non-point, you can get a Japanese TV to watch American programming almost anywhere.

Only in N.Z. ... can a pizza get to your house faster than an ambulance.
Not always true. Ambulances can get there quick if it's an emergency and pizza places can be very slow if the rugby's on. Now if we were talking about the police instead, then there might be a point.

Only in N.Z. ... do supermarkets make sick people walk all the way to the back of the shop to get their cough, cold, aspirin while healthy people can buy cigarettes at the front.
Every supermarket I've been in makes you walk half way across the aisles, then half way up that aisle. I'm splitting hairs I know, but it's not "all the way to the back" that's (generally) where the Deli and Bakery go. Show me a country that doesn't make people buy ciggy's at the front. Again, it's a non-point.

Only in N.Z. ... do people order double cheeseburgers, large fries and a DIET coke.
Can't argue with the fact it happens, but it also happens in the US, the UK, Australia and anywhere else with a bloody McDonalds.

Only in N.Z. ... do banks leave both doors open and chain the pens to the counters.
They do indeed chain pens to the counters but the doors are not open. I'm with the National Bank and they have to press a little button to open the doors every time someone wants to get in. I'd have to conceed in the case of KiwiBank though. Damn post offices...

Only in N.Z. ... do we leave cars worth thousands of dollars on the drive and & lock our junk and cheap lawn mower in the garage.
Not in Auckland we don't! Leave your expensive car in the drive and watch it speed away... Bye-bye car... Anyone with a garage full of 'junk' generally has a not-so-expensive car sitting in the drive.

Only in N.Z. ... do we use answering machines to screen calls and then have call waiting so we won't miss a call from someone we didn't want to talk to in the first place.
I only know one person with a machine capable of screening. Last time I checked most people used Telecom's message service, on which you can't really screen in the conventional sense. But that said... any country in the world with these capabilities does the exact same thing. Another non-point.

Only in N.Z. ... are there disabled parking places in front of a skateboard park.
Anyone ever seen that? All I've ever seen infront of skate parks is a gravel area perfect for doughys. Things may have changed since I was a teenager and hanging out at skate parks though. Besides, there is nothing to stop a deaf person skating. Who says a wheelchair can't go up and down some of the ramps at a skatepark?

NOT TO MENTION...
3 Kiwis are injured each year testing if a 9v battery works on their tongue.
58 Kiwis are injured each year by using sharp knives instead of screwdrivers.
31 Kiwis are injured each year by watering their Christmas tree while the fairy lights were plugged in.
8 Kiwis had burns trying on a new jumper with a lit cigarette in their mouth.
A massive 543 Kiwis were admitted to emergency in the last two Years
after opening bottles of beer with their teeth.

and finally.....

In 2005 eight Kiwis cracked their skull whilst throwing up in the toilet
I had a look around and while the UK publishes Hospital Episode Statistics they'll tell you only what happened, not how. (fell out of tree etc) New Zealand tends to publish Mortality Statistics. I highly doubt the accuracy of these results but as I can't be bothered to fully research I'll let you make your own minds up

Interesting Link: Only in America (sound familiar?)

IF YOU'RE PROUD TO BE A KIWI SEND THIS ON - YEAH RIGHT

Referencing

2006-08-08T13:57:00.000-07:00

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Ah, university life - the pub on campus, the endless wait for a computer, almost being run over on Symonds Street... it's all fun and games until it comes to the real stuff - the essays and the study.

So, in starting my first two essays I firstly headed to Wikipedia to gain inspiration. I best clarify - in no shape or form can we reference Wikipedia in an essay - I just use it as a basis for ideas. So I find this fantastic quote on Wiki, which of course I can't use unless I can find the original source (this in turn of course is not referenced on Wiki - that'd make life easy!) Cue the last week and a half where I have been searching the University Library in every spare moment for this quote.

Today I found it. The whole damn article, hidden away in the 2nd floor. That's quite a feeling of accomplishment. I can officially use the quote because I have it's source!! Haha!

As part of an assignment (on malls and consumption) I get to visit malls around Auckland... Shopping in the name of eduction...

I love my life :-)

Things I have Learnt About Auckland

2006-08-02T13:59:00.000-07:00

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People walk slow and in all sorts of directions - I'm rather used to the high paced everyone-walking-on-the-left style of Lambton Quay, walking (sorry - meandering) down Queen Street on whatever side you please does not make me happy - it just makes me kick the back of your ankles and want to scream.
Getting up an hour early means you'll get there half an hour early - there's some crazy thing going on in the time-space continum here!

I've only got two right now. I came in early to do some work (see point #2) and have just realised my pencil case is sitting ontop of my laptop, which is on my desk, at home. Fat load of good it's going to do me there!! Cue one trip to the bookstore for pens and highlighters, crap.

Day off on Friday - YAY!

My country for some sleep

2006-07-27T14:01:00.000-07:00

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The biggest thing that is happening in my life right now is that nothing is happening in my life right now.

I'm currently enjoying my 20th day without a day off. Below is an easy to understand (hopefully) table of what my days look like... (you do not want to know how many attempts this took!)

Time	Mon	Tue	Wed	Thur	Fri	Sat	Sun
00:01-02:00	SLEEP	SLEEP	SLEEP	SLEEP	SLEEP	WORK	WORK
02:01-04:00	SLEEP	SLEEP	SLEEP	SLEEP	SLEEP	SLEEP	SLEEP
04:01-06:00	SLEEP	SLEEP	SLEEP	SLEEP	SLEEP	SLEEP	SLEEP
06:01-08:00	SLEEP	SHOWER	SHOWER	SHOWER	SLEEP	SLEEP	SLEEP
08:01-10:00	SHOWER	UNI	UNI	UNI	SHOWER	SLEEP	SLEEP
10:01-12:00	UNI	UNI	UNI	UNI	UNI	SHOWER	SHOWER
12:01-14:00	UNI	UNI	UNI	UNI	UNI	STUDY	STUDY
14:01-16:00	UNI	UNI	UNI	UNI	UNI	STUDY	STUDY
16:01-18:00	UNI	STUDY	UNI	WORK	WORK	WORK	WORK
18:01-20:00	STUDY	STUDY	TV	WORK	WORK	WORK	WORK
20:01-22:00	STUDY	STUDY	TV	WORK	WORK	WORK	WORK
22:01-00:00	SLEEP	SLEEP	SLEEP	WORK	WORK	WORK	WORK

Note: Travel and eating are not considered part of my timetable - I do them when I have to or when I have the time.

What you are effectively looking at is alot of work. Too much work. I would like to hurt my manager who's terrible time-management skills meant she could not send one email which would have avoided this situation. One email would have asked other projectionists within the company to come do shifts. I warned her two months ago this would happen, and I'm not the only one who's suffering! One of our projectionists is pulling doubles because I flat out refused to do Tuesday nights and 2 projectionists are pulling 6 day weeks (including doubles) between projection, school and management duties.

I signed up for two shifts a week. If you count up all the hours I am at uni, studying or at work it is 94 hours - that's 2 full time jobs and a part time job, that's the equivelent of THREE jobs!!

Those TV hours - Quite plainly they are the only time I get to myself, for myself each week (not counting showers). 4 hours to myself each week!! I am going mental - and thus far I've been keeping this up for 2 weeks. 8 days left...

8 days left...

Hanging out

2006-07-20T14:56:00.000-07:00

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Well, uni's back.

It's a good thing. It means I'm not constantly at work, and if I am at work I have something productive to do. You see I'm taking two English papers this semester - Literature and Drama. This means one thing I didn't think of when I enrolled - it means alot of reading. It means reading Dr Suess, comics, Austen, Tenessee Williams, Lolita, Gulliver's Travels, Shakespeare, Tolstoy... the thing I'm most greatful for is that the Tolstoy isn't War and Peace!! (Which I am ambling through anyway - when I get the time). As a result if I'm eating - I'm also reading. Travelling on the bus? I'm reading. Waiting for a lecture? Reading. In the pub... reading. At home, reading. You get the idea. I'm lucky that I have a job that allows me time to read!!

Ontop of the literature I'm doing two Geography papers - Physical and Human. The really strange thing is I thought I would be more interested in the physical geography but it seems I'm not, I'm enjoying the human geography alot more. It's possibly got something to do with the lecturers (the guy for physical geography is one who took some of our lectures last semester - which I generally tried to avoid at all costs) but it does amaze me that I am happily getting up at 6.30-7 to come in to the human geography lectures because I enjoy them (can't wait for the lecture on sexuality!)

So yeah, I'm also a very busy person (apart from all the reading). I'm working 4 nights a week, the downside of this being that it completely screws up my sleep pattern. That said I've only got two more weeks of it then back down to two shifts a week, during the day on the weekends. As it is I don't have a day off (where I don't have uni or work) until the 4th of August, and I plan to keep it completely free - I just want a day to lax out and do nothing.

In other things... who else thinks Winston Peters is a complete Dickwad? I mean, I'm hardly the biggest fan of the US at the best of times, but the fact is politically speaking it is good to have them on our side - free trade is a huge deal. So we've got a future presidential candidate saying that NZ-US free trade deals are a good idea and what does Winny do? He interrupts and shuts down the interview because the press were asking too many questions!! I said something about it when the moron was put into this position and I'll say it again - dumbest decision ever. (for those who don't know what on earth I'm on about have a look here.)

Anyway, much as I prefer to avoid it in first week back, I'm heading to the quad for lunch - ciao!

General Update

2006-06-29T14:59:00.000-07:00

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Oh dear, I'm discovering something awful... I am a girly-girl.

Might sound odd my saying that, but I've never really been a 'girly girl'; never really cared about makeup - except when I was going out, didn't own skirts, didn't care about heels or earrings or clothes...

Last few years it's been slowly building up to the point where I woke up the other day in my new Oscar the Grouch pajamas, had a shower, put on a body moisturiser (one with tanning stuff in it), facial moisturiser, eye cream, concealer, foundation, mascara, got dressed into matching underware, a skirt, stockings and a frilly top then spent 15 minutes deciding what earrings to wear.

I am, in fact, a girly-girl - that's three different types of moisturiser I put on!

Granted I'm a girly-girl who swears and drinks beer, but nonetheless, I am a girly-girl.

The other day I was at work and I realised... if I undo my belt, my pants fall down. This was a little strange given that when I moved to Auckland I was Size 20. The jeans I was wearing at work were size 18.

This could only mean one conclusion...

So I decided to test my theory. I went to Farmers with my shopping buddy and loaded my arms with size 16 pants. In my imagination I could see this leading to the same place it always leads - me winding myself trying to do up the buttons and ending up in a crying mess on the floor.

With trepidation I went into the changing room, closed the door and put on the pants to find... they bloody well fit! Perfectly! Nice and snug in the right places... I could sit, I could squat, I could walk and run - most surprisingly I could breathe! After checking the clothes weren't somehow mis-labelled I bought two new pairs of size 16 pants.

I haven't been a size 16 since I was about 13/14. While all the girls at school were buying fashion from Glassons, I was trawling Farmers, K-Mart, DEKA and The Warehouse for good-looking, fitting clothes.

Let's just say that I was a little fashion-clumsy back in high school.

But yesterday, after the amazing revelation I asked my friend if she'd mind going to Glassons. Normally I hate that bloody store (mostly cos nothing ever fit and it bought back horrible memories of high school), but yesterday it was my goal. I had to try something - anything - on. I wasn't going to buy it (and having seen the clothes in there I was bloody sure of that), but I did want to put it on.

So we went in, I found a fun skirt with netting on the inside to make it puff out. I went into the changing rooms, and the horrible changing room vision re-surfaced. If it didn't fit I was going to cry. But no, the skirt went on effortlessly and as I looked at myself - in a Glassons changing room - wearing this hideous skirt, I felt elated, overjoyed and amazed. Somehow, I am losing weight, and it's fantastic!!

When we got home we compared the long-retired (now passed on) size 20's to a brand new pair of 16's and it's a good 4 inches less.

Horah!

I want your money!

2006-06-17T15:06:00.000-07:00

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Wow, so the whole dentist thing has kicked me up the ass in so many ways.

First off, the whole money thing. It's costing me a packet-load to do the dentist thing, but at the same time by doing it, I've combined my debts into "one easy to manage loan". This means Victoria, my Visa has died a death dredded by all visa cards, but that said - she only bought me stress. So my debt repayments have decreased now, therefore there is more money in my pocket, and do you know what I'm doing with it? Well, granted, I've bought about a gazillion pairs of underware in the last couple of weeks (I have a thing for undies at the moment) but I've also started doing something I don't do - saving. Yup, me - saving. It may seem like a very small thing to most people but to me, this is huge!

On top of the saving I've given up The-Dread-Evil-Coke. Again, this is a miracle. I love Coke, and there's none of that wussy Coke-Zero or Diet-Coke for me, I love the high-sugar, really-bad-for-you Coke. The stuff that'll disolve a T-Bone steak, that's the shit - I've given it up. In the four weeks since my first appointment I have had one 600ml bottle. That was last week and I promptly brushed my teeth. One bottle in a month is amazing!! The withdrawls are all-but-gone (had trouble sleeping, not to mention waking up!! A few mood swings as well) and by not drinking Coke? Saving around $18 a week, which goes, you guessed it - into the savings account.

In giving up the coke, I've taken to drinking water. Not only have I given up Coke, I am now drinking at least a litre of water a day - that's more water now then I used to have of Coke! I've got 3 water bottles on constant rotation in my fridge, and I hate going anywhere without one...

Having taken up the water I've also started to realise how much junk I consume. So I'm making an effort to curb that. I live in a hostel and I hate the kitchen so I've been having sushi instead of Maccas. I've been having whole-grain bread instead of white, hell I'm even having breakfast with healthy yoghurt! (The Acodopholus or however you spell it stuff).

This one thing, the routine of my weekly dentist appointments - of knowing that a day or so after that appointment I will feel that weebit better about myself because one or two of my teeth are back to normal, it's making me a better, healthier, more independant person, one tooth at a time.

Sure it's costing me a bomb, but it's much more then my teeth - it's my whole life. If I keep going the way I am I'll be well on track to getting out of this hostel by August. I'll also have to buy myself a new wardrobe because at some point my body is going to realise I'm not feeding it so much junk and I'm not giving it a ton of sugar each day and I'm going to lose weight. Not so much that I'm a skinny stick, but enough that when I go clothes shopping I can find some that fit and look good. I'll be able to shimmy around my room to Lady Marmalade in my sexy underware knowing I am sexy dammit.

And that feeling? You can't put a price on that, but if you did, and that price was $2763? Worth every penny.

Rain, rain go away

2006-06-13T15:11:00.000-07:00

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Yep, so Auckland had no power - I'm sure there's been rather a few entries on the topic, here's my comments about it 'cos I had a pretty funny day.

First off, to be the only one in a computer lab when all the lights, computers and printers turn off is bloody freaky. Then to be hit by a branch on your way to your first uni exam is just plain retarded and to find out that your Geography105 (Natural Hazards in New Zealand) exam has been postponed due to a natural hazard? Ironic.

So given that there was no exam to be happening I decided to do what I love to do when all shit hits the fan... I went for a walk. I trudged through the rain from uni to Newmarket via the hospital - no lights, traffic blocked everywhere, half a dozen fire engines, a few ambulances, lots of police - and me, walking around with a huge smile on my face. I got to Newmarket and ducked into work (which was of course shut - no power = no movies). I dried off a bit, pointed out that my boss should try do something about the masses of icecream that was likely to melt, watched staff get paid to play snap by torchlight and then took back off up Broadway. I grabbed some candles and batteries from an open shop (thank God I'd not spent all my cash!) and walked up looking at people inside banks and shops watching the people go by and generally looking bored but happy they were getting paid to sit inside.

I honestly couldn't wipe the grin from my face. I love disasters. Volcanic Eruption, Earthquake, Tsunami, Massive Power Failure - it gives me a buzz. I actually think I've found a calling here and as soon as my exams are over (4 days later then they were supposed to be thanks to the power failure) I'm going to start making enquiries into becoming a Civil Defence volunteer. (Which I'd actually been thinking about on Sunday afternoon!)

So I got home, listened to news broadcasts on the battery-operated radio and had conversations and complained how now I couldn't do it - all I wanted to do was watch TV. Eventually hunger got to us so we meandered up to Mt Eden to get some baked goods (again - yay for cash!) and found a lone street lamp.

It was a single street lamp in the middle of Mt Eden, beaming for anyone to see. Just one freaking streetlamp.

Then the power came on at 4.31 - which is bloody amazing seeing as the news report at 2 had said it'd be back on by 4.30 - and we proceeded to suck as much power as we could - TV, stereo, lights, heaters, vacuum, charging cell phones...

Ah humans are funny.

Still, I'm half-annoyed it didn't go into the night - we could have played an awesome game of spotlight around the hostel!

Anyway I shall leave you with a random piccy of some Knights in Alcoholic Armour. That's Sir VB (aka A) on the Left and Sir DB (aka my future flatmate, Matt) on the right.

Off to study now...

First, the worst

2006-06-02T15:15:00.000-07:00

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I've just had my first dentist appointment. (For those not in on the loop I've just started a round of dentist appointments which are going to cost $2763 - it's alot of work)

We started with the two icky black teeth I used to have. They were my main motivation for going to the dentist, black teeth do not a healthy self-esteem make.

Best $400 I ever spent

Yes, I can't eat right now cos my front lip is numb and I look like a munter when I smile, yes I can't drink or smoke... but I know how pretty my teeth look now, and I will be able to smile big and bright and proud.

I like my dentist :)

Bored at Uni

2006-05-29T15:17:00.000-07:00

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As per the title of this post - I'm bored, and I'm at uni.

I should be studying, or doing my english assignment but the fact is I've got an appointment with the bank to get a really big loan in half an hour, so there's not much point in starting. I'll get an hour or so in after the appointment, before my lame-ass geography role-play assessment.

I'll get to spend my evening tonight doing what the next couple of weeks are going to be dedicated to; study. I've got to build myself a regular sleeping pattern, eat well, drink lots of water and study. Lots of study. It's starting tonight. My first exam is for geo, which is good because while I study for the exam I am simultaniously studying for the test I have on Thursday that I am completely unprepared for.

Moral of the story? If you want to see me over the next 3 weeks - too bad, I ain't avaliable.

One week of lectures left. My stats lectures (which I never went to anyway) are over. Had my last english one today. Now I get to concentrate on finishing the big-ass english assignment I've got due on Friday (not that bad, most of it's done... just typing, editing, printing and binding to worry about there. Should be able to get it out of the way in a couple of hours). Then media, which I'll have to go to this week as the lectures tell us handy things about the all-important exams. Media is also the only course that still has it's tutorials running. Bastards. I have to go to that, again important exam stuff plus I'll get 5% of my final grade just by turning up to the tutorial - be silly not to really. And geo... stupid course started out really good and now is about as interesting as watching paint dry. That's right - they've actually made a course about Natural Hazards (volcanoes, tsunami etc) boring. Mostly because they've moved away from the volcanoes and tsunamis onto drought, and how natural hazards impact people. The crazy thing is everything covered in the 6 lectures about people could be condensed into half that.

I watched the end of Season 2 of Lost. It's good. Fucked up, but good. They gave us alot more answers then questions, which makes a very nice change!!

Anyway I'm going to scoot, I've got to get over to the other side of uni for my appointment with the bank. Oh joy.

You Want To Know What You've Done?

2006-05-24T15:20:00.000-07:00

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Here's what you've fucking done you psycho cow.

You slowly sucked my self confidence by being a horrible fucking person to me every chance you got.
Nothing was ever good enough for you - if I cleaned you never fucking noticed - you'd only bitch and moan if I didn't clean.
It never mattered how many cookies I baked you and your boyfriend (who I actually do like - and he's much better then you deserve) would eat the whole fucking lot of them.
I got to waste 3 fucking years of my life 3 fucking years, getting over the emotional scarring you left. I got to pick up the pieces of my shattered self esteem because you could never admit you might be wrong!
I had to give way on every fucking argument because if I didn't back down we'd probably STILL be there arguing about how often the fucking toilet gets cleaned.
You alienated me from my friends, who wouldn't come around if you were there. You wonder why you never see them? BECAUSE THEY DON'T FUCKING LIKE YOU. You very nearly cost me one of the best friendships I have and you know what? I despise you for that!
You know what? I DON'T enjoy doing other people's hair and makeup. That's right. What I do enjoy is making people feel good about themselves. I'd die for my friends because that's who I am, and I am so very sorry I ever counted such a selfish, imature, horrible excuse for a human being among them.
When milo is drunk by the bucketload.... IT COSTS MORE THEN PETROL you freak! But you know what? I always backed down and you know why - because you slowly sucked my inner power, inner life and self confidence.
You're a fucking bucket of negativity and you know what? I DON'T forgive you for it, I WON'T forget it and I most certainly WILL NOT take your negativity and manipulation anymore.

Fuck you, You Whore.

In the name of procrastination...

2006-05-23T15:25:00.000-07:00

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Well I was re-reading my old posts (as you do when you're supposed to be doing an assignment due tomorrow) and realised I haven't posted The Update. Most people on my f-list have got this via email but I figure it's worthwhile posting and hell, if nothing else - it's better then stats.

Right guys, seeing as you all sent me some fantastic advice here is the update on the fallout.

First of all, I stopped talking to M. I needed time to think and sort myself out so I gave myself this space. I found other friends who took me out and got me very drunk (11 hours of beer...) A was out with us, so being drunk I decided to throw caution to the wind and I handed him a print out of the email. He came back downstairs and said he needed to think and he'd get back to me...

3 days of hell followed. Boys - when you say you need time please make that time QUICK or give us an estimate! Us girls (or at least I do) go nuts waiting for you to tell it to us straight! So I spent the next 3 days unable to sit still or concentrate on anything before he came back and gave me the 'it's not you, it's me' speech. To be honest I wasn't surprised. It seems he's got the kind of issues it took me 3 1/2 years to get over. So - dissapointed, but not surprised - and we remain friends (really). I attacked the dissapointment with chocolate and soppy movies (A Walk to Remember and The Notebook) two of my friends came and kept me company and fed me alcohol, so the next day (Sunday) I was in a position when I could attack the final part of the puzzle - M.

I had texted her on Saturday saying I wanted to chat to her and got a reply saying "if you are going to appologise then I can be avaliable". In my head that is the same kind of manipulation I had had enough of when I finally got away from The Evil Flatmate, so I told her straight - "I wasn't planning on appologising, just to explain myself. I also wanted to return your things and get mine back." at which point I got "Well then let's do it now."

To explain myself - this is exactly the kind of crap I got from The Evil Flatmate. It was this attitude that subtly chipped away at my self esteem and independance for well over a year until I got to breaking point. I refused to let her win on this and if she had seen me on Saturday - a little drunk, not too happy about not getting the boy and generally taking some 'me' time to get my thoughts straight then I would have backed down. I couldn't back down. Your emails and phone calls had both given me confidence (I've often said this week I felt like I'd got the invincibility star from Super Mario Brothers and could just shoot down anything in my way because I knew no matter what - I have friends who loved and cared for me) and determination to see this through - how could I send you all an email saying 'we're friends again' - I couldn't do it to YOU GUYS - Half of you'd kill me (or at least Charis would!). You'd boosted me and given me accountability and I think that writing and sending that email was the best thing I could have done.

So I told her I wasn't avaliable - I was sorting out my own shit and I would see her on Sunday.

Sunday came - I hadn't heard from M so I went out shopping with another friend, got ice cream, watched her buy the most beautiful shoes I have ever seen ($150 dowm from $380 - designer, BEAUTIFUL shoes), bought earrings and enjoyed my day. I got home and I reenforced myself. I told myself I was doing the right thing, I thought of you guys.

Then she tried to toy with me. One minute she was ready - then she was busy. She was playing these crazy mind games about when and where we were going to meet... if anything else that just reminded me MORE of The Evil Flatmate and the Hell-of-Three-Years-Ago and it just made me more determined to get it done properly.

So we had the talk. I told her she wasn't good for my mental health, about my breakdown in the projection room, about her stalking, about her manipulation with me and A, about how blunt and insensitive she was in getting what she wanted, about how I didn't need to be mothered, how I wanted my independance back and how I was, afterall, 10 years younger then her and we were inevitably going to think in different ways due to time and maturity. And then she did something that surprised me...

She asked me for my advice on what she could do to change. She told me that she knew she wasn't entirely normal and she didn't want to make the same mistakes again. I advised councelling and doctors and I told her about Lifeworks. I told her that although I didn't want to be her friend, it didn't devalue her as a person. I told her that it shouldn't affect other people in the hostel and that as far as I was concerned this was between her and I and there would be civility rather then hostility between us. We cleared up what was acceptable and unacceptable behaviour. I told her she was welcome to sit at a table we were at or join us as a group and in that situation I would acknowledge her, but she was no longer welcome to know my personal affairs such as exam/assignment results or what I was doing and with who.

So with that sorted I left her and I did some serious thinking about other issues that have come up in my life. Firstly there is the issue with living in this hostel. The fact is many people from the fringes of society collect here. Don't get me wrong - there are good eggs in the basket - but there are also other people who are the kind I have no wish to surround myself with. Do I want to be friends with someone who was actually said "if he joins our group of friends [speaking about a rather camp, gay man - on the basis that he is camp], then I will leave!" Do I want to be around people who cannot take responsibility for their actions and believe everything bad that happens to them is other people's fault? The answer, simply, is no. I want to surround myself with open, accepting, loving people like those who I have surrounded myself with previously. So I have made the decision to leave the hostel. This won't happen until August (I've got to do the two full-time weeks at work during the holidays and get my tax return from the IRD to afford it) but it's in the works - and it makes me feel better just knowing it's GOING to happen. I'll be leaving with a couple I have met here who are kind, trustworthy and know exactly who I am and accept me for that. This is the couple who have heard my dramas and my reasons for leaving. It is the same couple who came and gave me alcohol on the night A let me down. These are the good eggs and are the kind of people I want to have in my life.

This then got me thinking about some other things. Firstly, what am I doing with my life? Am I happy with who I am? What do I want to do? The fact is I'm dedicated to uni until I'm 27. At 27 I want to be settling down, I want to have found a significant other and I want to be thinking about the future, whatever that may be. I want to travel and I want to be happy with my appearance and myself. So today I took steps to being happy with myself. I've made a dentist appointment and I'm taking steps to consolidating my debts, making saving for travel while still at uni a reality. When I leave uni I want the only debt to my name to be my student loan (and even then I'd prefer not to have that). I can live without a credit card, but my teeth are the one thing I am very self consious about. I hate them and it's time to do something about it. It's time to stop giving the blame to The Evil Flatmate and to The Slut. It's time to take responsibility for who I am, how much money I have in the bank and what I do with my life. So the next step in my life is to make myself happy with me. This involves my outward appearance, my health (although don't take that as a 'Kat's going to lose weight' - I hate dieting. It may however mean I give up smoking) and how I feel about myself because afterall - my main reason for leaving Rocklands is because I don't like what it makes ME. It's turning me into a bitch and I hate that.

So now I have dealt with the big-issue-at-the-moment, and filled you all in. Please don't lose touch 'cos I don't talk to half of you as much as I would like, (partly my fault I'm pretty terrible at replying to emails) and if ANY of you have issues and need advice - I owe ya one :P

In other news I'm getting flirty text messages and emails from A. It's kinda fun but at the same time bloody annoying. I'm not even trying to get over him now - I'll just fall into a million pieces when he leaves (July 4th - sob). I'll just have to stock up on the wine and chocolate before then I suppose!

The plans for moving out are officially underway as well. I've had a chat to the couple I mentioned in the update and they are serious about moving out. This makes me extremely happy. We're thinking that somewhere between Newmarket and Three Kings (although closer the Newmarket area is ideal) would be the best spot. My dentist apointment is on Thursday (and not a moment too soon - ANOTHER one of my teeth is beginning to play up - if I have a tooth that doesn't need work I'll be surprised). So yes, life is moving slowly in a direction I am happy about (hell, even when A leaves there's always Email and I do plan to keep that boy as a friend if nothing else!)

My laptop is back - minus EVERYTHING. Colitis was right when he said the harddrive was fucked and so now I have a new one and I get to spend the next month re-installing my programmes, re-setting my settings and re-downloading my mp3s.

Being at debxena and fuzzy_ben's is doing me the world of good. It's great to get home, have a beer and chill out. I've had a few mates around (the ones I plan to move out with - being here has only strengthened our resolve to leave). I've not yet used the bath (saving that as a reward for doing my stats...) but I have baked cookies, watched Invader Zim and Animaniacs and had lots of home cooking (yay!). Once I finish stats I'll have alot more time to attack all the fun stuff in this house (and maybe do a little cleaning so they can come home to a sparkling house).

Anyway, that's me, only two questions to go on my stats and then I can have a long, relaxing bath :)

Quick Update (again)

2006-05-12T15:29:00.000-07:00

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Nothing on the A front - don't ask. Boys, Rocks... you know the drill.

That said I'm pretty damn sure I want to be moving out of here soonish. I just did my tax return and it seems the IRD owe me $250 (YAY) plus theres the interest free overdraft I can get at the bank, and the $300 bond currently tied up in this place.

It's possible.

Thinking about it I'd need a fair lump of cash for bond and rent in advance. Ontop of that I'd need a bed and a desk.

But mostly I'm sorted... it's a serious thought. I've floated it with the only two peple I could really consider living with here (a couple). I'll see where it goes but fankly I'm sick of the politics and the bitchyness and the only thing really keeping me here is A, and he's leaving in July anyway.

So yeah, it's on the cards.

hehhehhehheh

2006-05-11T15:32:00.000-07:00

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(Some content, deemed drivvel about a stripper song meme thing has been removed)

in other news... I showed the email to A the other day (those who don't understand, I'm sorry but you're unlikely to find out). We'd spent a good 11 hours drinking Tui in the fantastic establishment that is Shadows and after 11 hours of Dutch courage I gave him a print out of it before we went our seperate ways (You see, I'm a big chicken). He came down around 45 minutes later and said that something would happen (I'm not sure if that's the him-me thing or the get-the-crazy-lady thing) and he 'needed time to think' so now I'm here, in limbo, feeling rather sick to tell you the truth, doing the only thing I can do - wait. It's driving me bananas.

(I will update with shareable info if any comes to light)

That said I have wonderful friends and knowing you guys have my back is the most wonderful feeling in the world *group hug* thanks to all of you!!

Hrm, well I'm at uni on my massive five hour break. Going to go study - tata

Update

2006-05-08T15:40:00.000-07:00

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First of all thank you to everyone who has offerred advice. It seems the general concensus is that I'm not immagining this and this woman is a nutter.

I've had a bit of a chat to A about it all - seems he's seeing it as well and is on my side, which is always helpful in these things :)

Some of my favourite quotes/advice are below;

Can you talk to the hostel management? - colitis.

GROW SOME BALLS!

Don't talk about yourself the way you have done in the email you just sent me, if you carry on doing that you will become your own worst enemy! For one anyone who can't except you as you are has a problem and it's not yours so let them deal with it! If you are saying things like you have done in your email about yourself and you're not happy then do something about it! If people pick up on the fact that you're not happy about yourself they will play on it and use it against you!

My advice, make the most of your life, don't get hung up with people that aren't going to do you any good, are these people going to help you in life? do you need them? Cut out the baggage!

- Chari

it sound like you have a crazy woman on your tail. personally i think if she is firting with i guy who is 11yrs younger than her she needs help!!! i think you need to be up front with her and tell her to back off from you and that you will contact her when you want to talk to her, if i was up in auckland i would come and kick her arse!!! - RainbowBright

I will definately be keeping you all updated however. :)

Help!

2006-05-08T15:34:00.000-07:00

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Well my friends, you are receiving this journal entry (published at http://filmgeeknz.livejournal.com - only visible to those on my friends list, if you wish to be added, email me) as I need advice. To start you all off I'm going to give you a quick introduction to the people I will be mainly talking about in the following text. The first person you need to be aware of will be known as M. As much as I would like to call her ScaryStalkerPersonWhoWon'tLeaveMeTheFuckAlone it's really too long and even SSPWWLMA is a little stupid, so M it is. The second person you are going to need to know about will be referred to as A. Not because his name starts with A, but because he is Australian. I would like to call him ReallyHotManICan'tBeAroundEnough, but again, it's a bit long and RHMICBAE is also pretty retarded.

So having introduced you to the two main characters of our story (more may come about later, but mostly I will only be referring to these two people specifically), I am now going to whisk you back to three weeks ago when a group of us (including M and A) went drinking in a park. This day is also referred to as Bad Friday (yes, it was Easter).

M was aware that I have the hots (to put it mildly) for A and had offerred to go in and find out if anything could or would happen. Kat, being drunk and stupid lets her. M and A go and talk in a corner and M came back to me later with the words (and I quote) "Never going to happen." It is worthwhile here to reiterate that I was drunk, and I really have quite a mad crush on this guy. Two bottles of wine, and a harsh brush off was not going to be putting me in a good mood. This is where things go sour.

M and A join back into the main conversation. A is leaning on a sloped wall directly infront of me. M then goes and leans on his knees. This is by default a reasonably intimate gesture, it brings you very close to the person you are leaning on. All this is going on right infront of me (please remember the drunk and stupid thing) and so I deal with this for a while before the cold, the drink and the jealousy get to me too much and I go home. My final words to the group are "No, I'm fat enough and ugly enough to walk two blocks by myself thanks".

The following is second hand information from a reliable source. Apparently M got the (not so subtle) hint and texted me asking 'are you OK?' My answer went something along the lines of 'No, you two faced cow.' This was apparently relayed to the gathered group at the park and made fun of by M. Meanwhile I went to bed, fuming that this girl had sat there and literally broken me, in using the worst possible wording for letting me down, and then flirting with the object of my affection directly in front of me. (Just writing about it makes me mad all over again!)

It took me almost 24 hours to get over the physical hangover, longer for the mental one. M had been texting and calling me all day. Knocking on my window and generally harassing me when, believe me, the last person I wanted to see was her. I did a lot of study that day stuck in my room and had a few sneaky ciggarettes upstairs where it was harder to find me. Later that night I decided to confront her over what she had done. I was fed an excuse about her 'bad back' and how she 'is just comfortable around men'. She claimed the fact that he is 11 years younger then her (he's 21, she's 32) was another reason 'nothing would ever happen'. This may be so, but I personally put my friendships ahead of everything, and I am very careful about obeying those friend-boy rules (never put a boy before a friend, never go after your friend's boyfriend, never go after or appear to go after the object of your friends affection). Her excuses literally meant shit to me and while I was capable of giving her the benefit of the doubt, I was not capable of trusting her or forgiving her. This is where the trouble really starts.

You see the funny thing about trust is that it's very easy to lose and extremely hard to gain. Many people I've met at my hostel are yet to gain my trust, infact only three people have managed to get it at all. If I trust someone, I am likely to give them a lot of leeway in things that I would not perhaps give a complete stranger, or someone I do not trust. Without any veil of trust however, every power game and annoying habit of M's has come to light.

During the conversation above, M offered to drive me to Whangarei. I had already booked a bus, but this way would have saved me the torment that only a bus can bring. (I paid her the equivelent of my ticket in petrol money). At the time I figured she was sucking up, and I still think it was partially for that reason, but I now know she's playing a power game with me, and I'll illustrate below.

The day before we were due to go, M rang me at work to tell me that A was going to come as well. This was a surprise to me and in the two weeks since Bad Friday I have not got even close to getting over him. Infact, his grace at handling the situation (reliable secondhand information had given me the account his reasoning for nothing happening was because we live together and he was apparently quite nice about it) had if anything made my feelings worse. And he was about to meet my parents.

Those who have actually met my parents know that they're cool, so I wasn't so worried about it but it did seem strange. I happened to mention my mother's habit of assuming anyone I bought home was my partner to M (stupid me) and so she decided that her and A could pretend they were together. My protests on this subject went unheralded - if my mother had asked me about it I would have told her the truth, I was going to have to see this through. I then got to watch her flirting with him (he basically just made it look like it wasn't a complete surprise to him. Actually he didn't do much of the 'couple' thing at all.) Infront of my parents. That, quite frankly was just embarrassing.

On top of her blatent disregard for the 'rules' however, there is another issue. She assumes I want to spend every waking hour with her. All day I am assaulted with text messages, phone calls (sometimes up to four in one day), and knocks on my door. My friends know that if I don't get time to myself I go barmy... I am finding it hard to get time to myself and the last time I needed it I literally had to lie on the floor in my darkened room while she knocked on the window and repeatedly called and texted.

I'm also dragged along on her errands (although this is one I'm able to put my foot down on). I feel like her handbag. I'm getting throughly annoyed and pissed off at the lack of space this crazy woman is giving me.

This woman is 32 - life experience in my 23 years has tought me this behaviour is not normal. Through conversations with other people I know of at least 3 other people who have been through what I am going through. Hints do not work. The last victim of this torment had to tell her to "get the fuck away" from her. I always assumed that at 32 I would be in the middle of my career, with a partner and travelling the world. At 32 this woman is stalking other people and making my life, frankly a nightmare.

My problem is I live with her. I enjoy my hostel, I don't want to move. Imagine high school - the cliques and the backstabbing. This is what it's like, and yet there are some very good eggs among the bad ones. My life isn't all bad, but at the moment this woman is driving me nuts.

Dear friends, people who have proved their worth over many years of friendship, I need your help. I refuse to be hounded and stalked and forced into hiding again. I refuse to let this shit get me down, but I need your advice. You cannot have recieved this email if I don't highly value your friendship and trust you with my life. This woman is becoming scary - Deb you have official permission to use your FuckRake.

HELP!

Uni

2006-05-03T15:44:00.000-07:00

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Well, uni today is shaping up to be rather good (hurrah!) I've got two of my assignments back and I'm still not failing! (Double hurrah!)

Media Studies (also known as the stupidest, most irrelevent, difficult course ever to exist) had me worried. I'd needed to 'closely analyse' a text. Most specifically the new Mitre 10 ad (a guy loses his job, his dog, his wife, most of his possessions - he discovers Mitre10 and suddenly his life is good again). So I went to the old standby that I use for this stuff. I made it all up and spoke alot of bull. Amazingly it worked and I got a B+ - hurrah! (yes, there are a lot of 'hurrahs' in this update). Looking through the markers comments it was pretty obvious the marker hadn't been convinced by any of my ideas and I'd left alot of gaps, but I'm not complaining with the grade!

Geography (my major for people who don't already know) came back as well - 95%. Second assignment is officially better then the first (for which I got 90%). I'm very happy, and understand where I lost out on my marks. Interestingly I proved to myself last night that I am definately studying the right thing - at about midnight Epsom was hit with the downpour from hell and what is my reaction? To run outside in my PJ's, with my camera (tho it was too wet to actually use it), a plastic cup and stopwatch to do some experiments to find out how MUCH rain was coming down (average estimate of 6cm/hour according to my observation) The NZ Herald doesn't give a comparible estimate, but it sure was fun running around in the rain in my (very wet) pajamas... I just wanted to go bang on everyone's doors so they'd come out and play with me!

Anyway, really this post is me putting off studying for my Geo test in just over an hour... so I should really go do that!!

ho hum

2006-05-01T15:49:00.000-07:00

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Well, not much to report. Just thought I should. I've been on my two week break on which I should have been working on assignments - but mostly did things like getting drunk, changing my hair colour, spending a little bit of time up north with the parentals and sleeping. I did manage to whack out an assignment over the time, but it was on Lord of the Rings so when you're talking about me, it hardly counts.

I ended up horribly smashed the first weekend of the holidays and my Good Friday was anything but. Got a firm rebuff from the guy I'd been after (ah suckage) threw my toys and then got to spend the rest of the weekend recovering from both the physical hangover caused by two bottles of very cheap Riesling and the mental hangover caused by the rebuff and the tantrum... oh dear.

The first week of the holidays saw me doing alot of work, which kinda sucked but ah well. Then up to Northland with a couple of mates from the hostel who were happy to get out for a day and be fed by my mother (gotta love my mother's cooking!) A few days there then I got to get up at Sparrow Fart to get a ride back with my father who was down for a meeting.

Anyway, that really was a dull update (but hell, at least it was an update) I'll write when I have something to say that doesn't sound completely retarded.

News from the front

2006-04-14T15:50:00.000-07:00

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I'm bored, but in a happy, energetic way. The holidays are here and for a few days at least I'm not worrying about assignments, exams or school. I've got through my first half of my first semester at uni without fucking anything up severely and that's a good thing.

I had my first ever driving lesson today - around in circles shifting from first to second and back again. I did not stall, again this is a good thing.

I'm crushing on a guy from the hostel. Not quite so much of a good thing but we're friends so if nothing else he's nice to look at. He has no idea I'm crushing on him... I want to make 'the' move but the fact is I'm shit scared of losing a mate and then there's the whole 'don't screw the crew' thing... but he is leaving in 2 months so it may be good... ah fuckit I don't know, we're going out to drink tonight (yeah, in a park down the road - how classy are we?!?) so I'll see what happens when alcohol enters my system... probably not that much. Mostly I'm just glad to be interested in someone again. It's a very good sign the depression is gone.

People are going on holiday, which sucks. Other people have the whole Whanau at Rocklands which sucks because then the pool table (which is one sanity I have here) is swarming with kids. Damn holidays!

Anyway, I'm going to go, surely I can find something (someone?) interesting to do. Happy Easter all!

Woot!

2006-03-22T15:56:00.000-08:00

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My laptop is successfully connected to the university wireless system!!

I'm loving my new wireless card right now, I can just sit here in the Student Geography Education Services room (or at least I assume that's what SGES stands for) and surf, research, do work... actually I'm thinking I need food right now... might have to go try out the HSB cafe.

Heh, it's like I'm a real student!

I'm still finding it insane that I'm in lectures, and taking notes and doing homework. It's all a bit full-on after being out of the education system for so long but it's nothing I can't handle, and even if for some reason I find myself bogged down there are so many services to help me it's insane (and they're all acronyms so buggered if I can keep them straight!!)

I'm also a class rep for my Geography class (I've only got one this semester - along with Statistics, Media Studies and an English paper). I figured if it's my major I should get into it.

Anyway I've got to watch tomorrows Stats lecture on CD to see if I can get away with wagging tomorrow (it's my only class and it's at 9am, if I understand what's happening then I'm wagging)

They make it so easy to pass - lectures, notes, all provided. Turn up to tutorials and score easy marks. It's ridiculously easy right now (remind me I said that before I'm going into exams will you?)

Shitty Day

2006-03-20T18:03:00.000-08:00

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Well, my Saturday sucked.

Woke up at 10am by my phone to find out one of my collegues had passed away... could I please come in early?

Well, that's not a request you can easily deny, so up I get, shower, and head down the road to work. Obviously everyone was in a bit of shock. He wasn't young, but it wasn't expected either. Apparently it was a heart attack, with a glass of whisky in one hand and a ciggarette in the other - he'd have appreciated the fact.

So I go in and it's about now that everything that could got wrong, went wrong.

Two movies started more then 10 minutes late
One movie did not turn into the right scope (so everyone had cone-heads)
One movie muted itself
I laced up the wrong movie
One movie didn't go into the right scope AND the lights didn't go off
One projector shat itself and wouldn't go for about 10 minutes. When I finally got it to work the sound shat itself and we canned the session

That's really not a good run for a projectionist on a 14 hour shift. It wasn't made any easier by the sheer number of people coming up and asking 'how I was' I mean, shock was the first thing, but I wasn't overly emotional - I've only known the guy for two months. Mostly I was irritated by all the fuck ups!

So yeah, after my very long day I finally reached home and was walking up the driveway when I spotted a couple of guys I knew drinking on the lawn. They asked if I wanted a beer. After my day a beer was exactly what I wanted.

Four beers later (in quick sucession) I was feeling much better... The morning after not so much.

So yeah, shit Saturday, very shit Saturday.

Hate Mornings

2006-03-10T18:08:00.000-08:00

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There is only one problem with being back at uni and that is the hours I am now active.

When I was working I was there for a maximum of 40 hours per week and the rest of the time was mine to do whatever I wanted.

Now I've got around 20 hours of lectures and tutorials spread out between 9am and 6pm Monday to Friday. Sometimes I have to be here the whole time, sometimes only for a few hours. On top of that there's the 20-ish hours I do at work each week. Then there's the 20 hours of study. Then there's the social life I've got whether I want it or not which is so packed I don't get to see everyone I want to see, and don't even have time to call my mother! (I tend to take the opportunity on the bus or walking home... God bless Cell Phones and 3 dollar 2 hour deals)

And then there's sleeping and eating and showering and cleaning and laundry.

I'm getting exausted and I'm only two weeks in! It's like this constant cycle and half the time I'm rushing around while my mind is saying 'I have no idea what I'm supposed to be doing right now!'

Oh, and I finally put aside some time today to spend with my brother (between my 9am lecture and my 4.30pm start at work) and he's over an hour late, little bastard! If I'd have known that I'd have skipped the lecture and slept in.

Ah well, just 3 years of this shit and I'm back out in the world again.... God help me.

ASSignments

2006-03-09T18:10:00.000-08:00

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Question 4: Briefly Comment on what the plots reveal

(b) The plots reveal that the majority of the class passed in the 60-70% margin. There are no outliers. There is a small cluster of marks in the 20% range possibly indicating stoners who don’t turn up to class.

Yeah, I'm bored and as 25% of stats is speculation that is what is currently written as the answer to that question (I don't have enough balls to actually hand it in though). Really this would have been the better answer;

The data shows that one person (on 91%) got up every morning and came into uni for their 9am lecture. They then read their $118.99 textbook from beginning to end, made notes, learnt how to use the statistical mode on their calculator and did the previous exam questions provided in the course CD Rom.

The majority of the class may have slept in on occasion and opted to watch the lectures provided on the CD Rom from the comfort of their swivelly computer chair at home. These people learnt how to use the statistical mode on their calculator and couldn't be bothered doing previous exam questions because they had a life and preferred to go get smashed at Shadows.

The lower half of the class slept in for most of the lectures and so were not aware they could watch the lectures on the provided CD Rom. They do not own a calculator. They instead smoked alot of weed and drank at Shadows. They only turned up to the exam as they were checking for their email for porn and found the reminder sent to them by their lecturer via Cecil.

Recon I could hand that in? :P

Ah Crap

2006-02-26T18:18:00.000-08:00

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D-X has completely, utterly died, this sucks because I didn't back up my journals. So everything I have written since I've been there (around 4 years) is now gone gone gone.

And now here I am on LiveJournal.

Lately I've not been up to much, just hanging out with friends, going to the pub, going shopping, eating, watching tv, sleeping - you know, the usual.

I'm sorry, I've only had about 6 hours sleep, I'm munted so I'm just going to go find something else to do...

So much time and so little to do. Wait a minute. Strike that. Reverse it.

2005-10-26T18:20:00.000-07:00

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Wow!! I'm on holliday and there's so much to do!! I've got this really bad habit of being an early packer - I pack a week before I need to and then end up raiding my bag/suitcase over the course of the week as I need things to find I'm all unpacked again. Needless to say, it's a bad habit so I'm trying to break it. I go to Auckland in 2 days and I still haven't packed! :D

But there is still so much to do! A habit I picked up from my father is making sure my house (although it's usually just my room) is spotless before I leave so I have spent the day slowly cleaning up and getting other things done; for the record, this is what I have to do:

~~Make 'Fun Stuff' CD~~
~~Put 'Raise Your Voice' on CD~~
~~Get my Lost DVDs back off my workmate.~~
~~Clean shower.~~
~~Clean toilet.~~
~~Clean vanity.~~
~~Clean bathroom floor.~~
~~Fix the wobbling bathroom fixtures~~
~~Iron clothes.~~
~~Empty out spare bank account for LOTRFreak to use~~
~~Clean room~~.
~~Wash windows.~~
~~Clean Ashtrays~~
~~Vacuum room.~~
~~Find and recharge rechargeable batteries.~~
~~Shopping - Rubbish bag stickers, smokes, diet coke, tooth paste, tissues, ham~~
~~Fill in leave forms so I get paid my anual leave~~
~~Make Mix CD~~
~~Change lightbulb in bathroom~~.
~~Work out budget~~
~~Send email to Colitis regarding bus arrival in Auckland~~
~~Organise map of Auckland~~
~~Find my brother's address.~~
~~Ask mum to change tapes in VCR while I'm away~~
~~Make up tape change instructions so mum can change tapes in VCR while I'm away~~
Pack
~~Do Washing.~~
~~Fix pants.~~
~~Take up Recycling~~
~~Take up Rubbish~~
~~Make Spare Bed~~
~~Put Diet Coke in fridge~~
Wrap b-day pressies for LOTRFreak

... a long list, and the damn thing just gets longer!!

Rah!

Chocolate fish point to the person who can tell me the origin of the title.

~ greeny out!

And off the side of the side road

2005-02-12T18:22:00.000-08:00

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And oh low,
there she goes
she's headed off into the sunset.
A party thrown
that could not be beat
see chips arrive at five am
She was in for a treat!

A day at the fair
and sunburn to go
the new friends turned up,
they all said "hello".
They met, shook hands and sat down for a chat
laughed a little bit, while she had to pack.

They went off to sleep, dreaming in bed
While she trudged down cuba
boxes heavy as lead.
Goodbye to memories and things long unused
They'll go to use at the charity shop
even if they've taken abuse
And at 5am she collapses in bed
Happy and tranquill
Her duvet was red.

Packing and squeezing her life in a car
what will life will be like, after going so far?
She misses her friends, but knows there will be more
And maybe, who knows?
She might even score!

A Swoop of the harbour, a circle of Porirua and out
The brakes are a little mental
no mechanics about.
and then to the rescue!
A family man!
He provides us with tools, a shady place to stand.
The brake pads are fucked, they needed replacing
Sighing a sigh of relief, there's no room for racing.

5 hours later, sweaty and hot they arrived.
Taupo the destination,
family and all amenities supplied.
A movie was watched, tales were told
a little bit of drawing
many ciggarettes were rolled.

5am was bed time, the lounge was the place
exausted she passed out, her memories erased.
7 hours later, woken up from her sleep
coffee was taken, with lunch supplied too
a phone call from Wellington, a few trips to the loo.
At 3pm, out came a shout:
"Right you guys, we had better go"
They sqeezed back in the car, traffic was slow.

The weather changed a few times, from overcast to wet
another stop in the Tr0n, a shortcut-disaster
And then the moon came up, and the rabbit lost his bet
with the possum about crossing the road
and so did the toad....
They got run over, bless you little animals
but if you're really so stupid as to cross the road without looking both ways you should draw a GREEN BANANA!

Getting hungry, they demanded a treat!
Only to find Auckland petrol stations shit
Eftpos lost
and found again on the bench
over the motorway
and past the big city
crammed in, with 22 years of life in a car.
they needed a bar

But they soldiered on, with so little to go
up over, around and about, and low,
A glorious site, they were finally home!
At last she was there, the road trip was done.

...this post had no title...

2004-03-21T18:27:00.000-08:00

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I got an email from my father tonight, it's a routine email, just letting me know about some money he's giving me to facilitate going to the doctor for my depression.

Here's the email:

Hi,

I have arranged a regular $60 for the next six weeks with the money going in on Monday night.

All the best and lots of love.

Dad

That email made me cry.

It's because it's the first time in living memory my father has said 'love' in reference to me, to me.

Be Fast, Be Furious

2001-09-29T21:01:00.000-07:00

ok, if you've downloaded Fast and The Furious, you can stop reading.

But this movie is GOOD. It's mostly Point Break with cars, but there's a little something in there for everyone.

And unlike Tomb Raider, it doesn't bother to establish a plot.

Hot guys, with hot cars going superfast and under trucks with an awesome soundtrack. Granted, this isn't the brilliance of Moulin Rouge or Shrek, but imho, the best action movie this year.

A little late in coming, but Cats & Dog's is also worth a looksie, the jokes are great, and is kinda remenescent of The Matrix or Independance Day, I'm not sure why, but those are the two movies it reminded me of.

Cats And Dogs: 5/5 little gopher dudes

Fast & The Furious: 4/5

*outies*

Well, well, well

2001-09-14T21:15:00.000-07:00

First of all, I'd like to say that the friends, family and people involved in the US tragedy are very much in my heart, thoughts and prayers.

Secondly, I'd like to say I'm rather inebriated at this point in time.

Flatmates had their first real gig tonight, thanks to anyone who might read this that turned up.

It was at Indigo, and went off, I, knew all the words and was 'air-drumming' but considering they practice in my living room that's expected.

Personally, I'm going to advertise any further gigs this band have around Wellington (& N.Z) and I'd like to see anyone who can. Crazywld's the one who looks like he's s'posed to be in ballet shoes.

And I'm the trashed one air drumming thruout and giving hugs after the concert.

Good night guys!! Hope you enjoyed it as much as we did!

Shit happens and then you get shat on again

2001-08-30T21:18:00.001-07:00

Hrm, where to start? Well life never goes well for long does it? There's always a problem of some kind.

My cousin, who is from Auckland and 15, has run away from home, and straight down here, and I'm stuck in the middle, I feel as if I'm being ripped in half, torn between her and her parents, it's hard to do the right thing when you're not 100% sure of what that is.

Work, has been piling up, and i'm not going to be getting any kind of a break until Monday, which means 3 very stressful days of Jurassic Park 3 (which, by the way, sucks) with many stupid Hoyts customers (75% of Hoyts customers suck) asking stupid questions, and then... well I'm going to probably be stuck dealing with things to do with my cousin.... or filling in for one of my best friends who's currently in hospital (another stress).

It's hard to talk and relax, when noone will listen.

I think Vodafone REALLY like me

2001-08-18T21:20:00.000-07:00

Well, I won $10 on my phone, and although this isn't a huge deal, it was definatly something nice.

And now, well now it get's kinda weird, here's an E Mail (abbreviated) that I got tonight:

Dear Kat

Congratulations!

You've been selected as a regional finalist in the Vodafone Million Dollar Question Competition and are now a step closer to winning $50,000 and
being able to give $1,000,000 to a New Zealand charity.

A place has been reserved for you at the Wellington regional finals

What to expect on the day:

It's simple! All you have to do is come along on the day.

When you arrive at the venue your name will be checked off and you will be seated in a classroom-style situation. Once all 75 regional finalists
in Wellington have arrived the MC, Jason Gunn, will run you through the format for the evening.

You'll be given 15 minutes to answer 10 quick questions - with all answer-sheets marked upon completion.

Two correct entries will be selected at random by a scrutineer - and if one
of them is yours, you will go through to the semi-finals being held in Wellington on Tuesday, 18 September. (All entries will be marked and checked by an official scrutineer. You'll be notified on the night whether you've made it through to the semi-finals.)

So, even though it is hosted by Jason Gunn of all people, I think I can handle one night of Jason Gunn if I can win $50,000 y'know?

Oh yeah, and giving $1,000,000 to charity will be damn cool as well :-)

when you're at the bottom you can only go one way

2001-08-09T21:21:00.000-07:00

On Planet of the Apes I guess no one can really write a correct review of this without having seen the original, but this is what I'm about to attempt.

I actually saw this on Tuesday with Crazywld, however I haven't gotten around to writing this until now. The makeup is amazing, the acting is beautiful. The plot however is entirely predictable. I have heard the general plot of the first one (remember, I haven't seen it) and the 2001 version is not only different, but still entirely predictable.

And there is no way in which the movie could have been ended without being pure cheese.

I give it 3/5 little gopher dudes, but I can't remember where the image is, so scroll down the bottom and look at them there :-P

before you throw out that old bog roll...

2001-07-11T21:26:00.000-07:00

How bored am I?

I was thinking, how much toilet paper is wasted per year, just because the companies insist on gluing the paper to the roll?

So I worked it out

13cm of toilet paper is wasted on every roll by gluing it to the roll.
Multiplied by the 6 rolls per week in a flat of 5.
And again by 52 weeks in a year
There are 75 years on the average person's life.
Then divide that by the 5 people.
60840cm of toilet paper is wasted per person in their lifetime.
This equates to 60.84m of toilet paper wasted in a person's life.

I then went one step further:
If 3.4 million people live in New Zealand that is 27580.8kms toilet paper wasted per year.

Of course I haven't taken into consideration toilet roll variences and the fact that some companies use no glue wotsoever, but still I feel that this is justified by the fact I calculated it for one-ply and many house holds use 2, 3, or even 4 ply.

Now, lets take into consideration the COST. A pack of 12 Budget 2 ply toilet tissue costs $5.20 and contains 220 sheets per roll (if the packaging is to be believed).

This is an average cost of $0.02 per sheet.
Each sheet is 12cm long.
This is 5070 sheets in a person's lifetime.
If you multiply this number by $0.02 you will realise in your lifetime you will waste $101.40 on toilet paper, simply because it is glued to the roll.
Then, according to my calculations, New Zealanders waste $4,596,800 per year on that toilet paper glued to the roll.

Of course, again, I haven't taken into account the cost of the roll, shipping, packaging etc...

Isn't that amazing...

tra la la la la

2001-06-26T21:28:00.000-07:00

Today, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, and anyone in any other categories, I'm gunna rant about Aria Farm Beef Chips.

I highly suggest people in no way buy these little expensive peices of cardboard.

Have you ever had a McDonald's patty? By that I mean no bun, no petty excuse for vegetables, no sauces, just a patty? They taste like watered down cardboard, and so, do Aria Farm Beef Chips.

The chips smell a little like lamb, and taste, well, much like what I'd expect a good meal of fried dog food to taste like.

Needless to say, they are not good, and I do not like them, and they get NO little gopher dudes, which is a worse score then Pearl Harbor (and that's saying something). The reason I say this, is I managed to sit thru the full 3 hours of Pearl Harbor, yet couldn't eat 2 Aria Farm Beef Chips.

On a Pearl Harbor note however; Shrek. , (brilliant movie by the way, reminiscent of The Princess Bride. with it's humor and gets 6/5 little gopher dudes) has out grossed Pearl Harbor in the US Box Office, in fact, Pearl Harbour hasn't even broken even yet (this meaning Ben Afflek, who gets a percentage of the profits of the film, has received nothing for his role yet).

Being poor is the best reason to take care of your teeth

2001-06-22T21:31:00.000-07:00

I have no money.

Unfortunately I chipped my tooth today. All day I've thought that I just had something in between my teeth, to try cure myself of this problem I even bought floss!! But now, after a very unprofessional examination with a little mirror and a big mirror, I'm officially screwed.

on the bright side, it doesn't hurt.... yet, but I'm pretty sure it will start to soon.

It's on my top teeth on the inside, and as I brush and mouthwash (although, admittedly I don't floss) reguarly, I can't figure out what caused it (I haven't been in any fights recently and I was eating a soft food at the time of noticing it), probably a lack of milk.

Please send donations to me.

Fucked up or what?

2001-06-19T21:42:00.000-07:00

I knew politicians were stupid, but this takes the cake.

How can anyone justify letting a natural disaster happen? Let alone one which has happened before!!

I'm sure DOC finds it perfectly reasonable to avoid upsetting local Maori and try to avoid loss of lives with a warning system, something which means traffic flow and trains have 45 minute warning, but that doesn't stop the larger environmental and economical effects it will have. It could disrupt major power pilons along the Desert Road area, cause potentially millions of dollars of damage to the transport infrastructure and possibly leak into the Tongiriro River - causing damage to Taupo's lucrative Trout Fishing market.

Am I the only one left thinking "what the fuck?" I would much rather have the government spend $200,000 and two weeks with a small bulldozer getting rid of the dam, rather then what could be easily millions in lawsuits (it's a preventable disaster, and possibly a future Cave Creek), repairs to infrastructure, and loss in profits from the fishing industry, as well as tourist and travel industries.

So some people get mad, there is no one way to please everybody, it's more a matter of which desision is better for the country as a whole, which will save lives and which makes more sense.

Pearl Harboru

2001-06-01T21:54:00.000-07:00

Despite it's big budget, Pearl Harbour does not live up to expectations. Even before I saw the movie I had my first line sorted out, no movie, this hyped up could ever meet the public expectations. Even with this in mind, and trying to have no expectations at all, I still thought this movie sucked.

If you've seen Titanic, then in my opinion, you've seen Pearl Harbour.

Both movies follow the same formula: 75 minutes of love story and background, 75 minutes extreme graphic footage of the event, 30 minutes closing off.

Both have certain scenes in common, such as the sinking of the ship, in Titanic's case this was their money shot, in Pearl Harbour's case not so. In Titanic, there is a scene depicting bodies getting taken out of the water, there is an almost identical scene in Pearl Harbour.

These are only two examples of the many that make the two so similar.

At least Pearl Harbour has a slight twist to the love story, and although it has been done before, fits well into the story line.

The performance of Kate Beckinsale is a highlight of this movie, and does a beautiful job of depicting a nurse torn between two love interests. While Ben Afflek gives a less then stirling performance, Josh Hartnett deserves a mention for his acting, and all three are good for eye candy appeal.

The costumes are often not in tune with the era (1941), and we see Beckinsale's midriff, and is often fitted in more 60's clothing.

The film's money shot, where the Japanese bomb the ship 'Arizona' is spectacluar, amongst all the shouting and screaming, the whole thing gets blotted out into an erie silence as the bomb is followed from the chute, thru 3 floors, into the ship, it shows the reactons of those on board, and is a really great shot in itself.

All in all I give it 2/5 little gopher dudes for the shot and the eyecandy appeal.

You don't have to wear that dress tonight

2001-05-30T21:56:00.000-07:00

Moulin Rouge. I saw it last night, and I have got to say, it's the funniest musical I have ever seen.

It's worth seeing for the costumes, camera effects and scenery alone. The story line isn't spectacular, and neither is the acting, but the singing and dancing numbers make up for it.

I found it amazing how they managed to include Nirvana, Madonna, and even Sting into a movie set in 1900 and make it seem like it's supposed to be there. The music is all pumped and popped up, but you can overlook that when watching the movie, and it even has a token black man.

Even Kylie Minouge got a cameo appearance!!

The movie is set around Cameron, a playwright, in Paris in 1899 and his experience of love at the Moulin Rouge, a popular night club. It covers the themes of jealousy, love, truth, honor and death, everything you want in a film. It's the kinda film that makes you sing along and laugh quite constantly, even some of the lines come from popular songs of the last 20 years.

Do see it, I give it 3/5 little gopher dudes.

Oh, this can't be good...

2001-05-25T21:58:00.000-07:00

It's just turned 6am and I'm online, I'm suffering from a huge case of insomnia, and have the headache from 'Nam. Infront of me I have a bottle of water, bought from the evil StarMart down the road, and I'm trying to be quiet so as not to wake my flatmate's girlfriend who is sleeping in the room next to the computer.

I honestly, feel like shit.

So, I have decided to do a review post....

Movies
O Brother, Where Art Thou?
Now I know I've told some people I wouldn't see this movie, and it has to be said I'm not a huge fan of the Rialto (or George Cloony), but this movie had some very good places. The end, in particular, I liked. This isn't a 'I liked the end because it had come' type scenario, it was more for the fact that it is rare these days that you get a definate, good ending. Although it bored me to death at times, this movie gets 3/5 little gopher dudes.

Save The Last Dance
Three Words: Teenage, soppy, shit. (guess which review I wrote last?) 1/5 little gopher dude.

The Dish
This is from the creators of 'The Castle'. It has to be said that I really wasn't fussed on that movie, but this one is carried out so well, and it's actually based on fact. The only thing that I didn't actually like about this movie was the Australian accents. For anyone who has seen the trailor and thought it looked shit, I suggest you actually see it. I give it 4/5 little gopher dudes.

The Mexican
Two of the hottest actors in Hollywood right now, Julia Roberts and Brad Pitt... this movie is worth seeing for it's sex appeal alone I totally enjoyed it. The plot twists so many times, a couple too many say some people, but it leaves you on your toes. My flatmate has compared this movie to 'Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels' and I'd be inclined to agree with him. The movie also involves black and white silent film parts explaining the history of 'The Mexican', a gun that Jerry (Pitt) has been sent to find and bring back to his Mob boss. 4/5 little gopher dudes.

Books
Bent Not Broken, Lauren Roche
Life On The Line, Lauren Roche
Most people have heard about these two books; interviews with the author and snippets from the book can be found everywhere from Talkback Radio, to Womans Day to Holmes. These Books are the life story about the author, the majority of which are set in Wellington. The first book details her struggle from being an abused child, a stripper, sex worker, stowaway and finally a doctor. The second her son's peadiophillia, drug addiction, coming out and bankruptcy. These books read very well and have you glued to them, they're amazing, and utterly breathtaking when you remember that they're entirely true. Definately worth a read, I give them both 5/5 little gopher guys.

Leave Mum Behind Watching Days Of Our Lives

2001-05-25T03:18:00.000-07:00

Just a little quote a friend of mine recieved via the miracle of txt messaging while I was on the phone to her that I thought I'd share...

'...And God said "let there be pickles!" And there were. For seven days and seven nights pickles rained upon the earth... but pickle rain prooved impractical'

Well I thought it was funny.....

Oh, and for the record, the mouse count is up to 11.

Three Blind Mice

2001-05-20T03:20:00.000-07:00

Our flat is infested with mice.

We thought it was just one at first, silly us.

The day that finally drove me to go get the mice traps was the day a mouse, chewing on a VERY stale peice of pita bread, woke me up.

I don't know how many people have seen me in the morning, but it isn't pretty, especially if I get woken up by some twat on the drums. My flatmates have gone so far as to describe the quiet in the morning as 'better to let the dragon lie', but I digress.

The mice made a huge mistake waking me up. To get back at them, I cleaned my room, I cleaned the flat, finding a dead mouse on the way. I decided enough was enough. They had been using the space under the sink and under my wardrobe as a house too long! Vengance would be mine.

So after a trip to The $2 Shop, 4 mouse traps were set up around the flat. We soon realised the most effective bait was sultanas, which had been soaked in vanilla essence. With this knowledge, we have killed 6 in the traps thus far.

8 mice have been found dead in total. The first was a young one found under the door. The second, in a mouse trap in my room, then another in my room, then once was beaten to death by my flatmate (Boyacrossthehall) The next was found under the sink, and then another in the same place. Then finally, tonight was a double whammy; two mice found going for the same peice of bait in another flatmates room.

It's fun to kill mice, I'm checking the mouse traps often in hope we have some more... if this keeps up, we're gunna have to breed them to keep killing them!!

Now I'm beggining to wonder... Am I sick?

Did You Get Up At All?

2001-05-05T16:42:00.000-07:00

I think I've lost faith.

I'm feeling spiritually empty. I feel like God is no longer with me, like He no longer rules my life, and other things, stuff like money, and time do instead.

I no longer have any passion for playing drums, for playing worship. It's as if all the joy I used to feel has been sucked out.

I know God is still there, He helps me out of the hard times, pulls me up when I fall, but I also feel like it's very half hearted on my behalf. I'm not playing worship until I can get the spiritual side of my life cleared up, and although I have explained this to a flat mate of mine, I haven't shared the whole situation with anyone until now.

When I was looking for jobs, I was sick of lying to my parents, sick of hoping my loan would keep coming thru so I could pay rent and get food. So I prayed, it was a last resort, and I know it shouldn't have been. My prayers were answered and I dove head first into work, forgetting who brings me these good things in the first place.

Being in the flat I'm in, with who I'm with, I was kind of hoping that the extra support would help, and at least I've found a church, but I don't go with any regularity, infact, I introduced myself, jokingly, to a guy I already knew, as "Kat, the 5th member of The Flat" (because, well, that's how everyone knows us) and he looked at me and said "seriously? Well, uh, hi!"

But instead of feeling supported, and helping the guys, I feel like I'm dragging them all down with me.

I guess this is sort of a confession, I'm sure somewhere in the Bible it says "confess your sins to others" so that's what, I guess, I'm doing.

Francesa Rudkin Drinks Diet Coke

2001-04-15T16:44:00.000-07:00

To put this in an easy and clear format: I've left my course and am working as one of those annoying Hoyts Cinema Attendants in the sparkly blue waistcoats and bowties.

(Hence why I had a Hannibal Preview earlier)

So, why have I not told the world the trials and tribulations of my job seeking etc? Well, for a couple of reasons, one: my mother didn't know until a couple of days ago (and yes, she still does read these columns, just comments under different names apparently...), two: I couldn't be bothered. So now, while I can be bothered I'll give a quick recap of the last couple of weeks and what has been going on in them.

First of all, I gathered many opinions and lots of advice. Then I went on a huge scoot all around Wellington one night and made up my mind.
I then left my course.
I was now searching for a job, any job, as long as it payed money, I would take it.
First of all there was the kitchen hand position, I got a trial, at 5am the next morning. So I went to bed early, got to sleep, to wake up 3 hours later to remember we lived above a pub, and Thursday night (being the night I was trying to sleep on) was the loudest of them all. Needless to say, I woke up with a start at 7am, a huge chorus of 'FUCK' was sung around the house, a phonecall to the company appologising, and I was back on the hunt.
I was now looking for a job, any job, as long as it payed money and had nothing to do with food preperation.
Then I tried StarMart, to be turned down in favour of my flatmate (!!).
Then I was getting desperate, I hated not telling my parents and sitting around the house all day, so I tried two different New Worlds.
Then I responded to an ad in the paper for Hoyts.
I got a New World and Hoyts interview on the same day. I must have been pretty impressive 'cos I got them both.
But Hoyts gives you free movies and previews (all I could think of was "Lord Of The Rings!!!!').
So I took Hoyts.
My mother got tipped off on her birthday about 3-4 days before I was going to tell the p's, another chorus (this time with an encore) of 'FUCK' was sung.
P's are OK with it, I'm working.
I write this column

Easy peasy really. So there you go :-)

I probably should have warned of extreme diary-like content.

Aw fuck it.

An Easter Recipe For You All

2001-04-13T17:01:00.000-07:00

While you're wiling away the weekend and feel like MORE chocolate (as who wouldn't) try this. Some people may know if it already, but it's so gooood I thought I'd share it with you all.

Chit Chat Straws

You need:
A cup of milo (the fuller the cream of your milk, the better this tastes)
A packet of your favourite Chit Chats (I recommend the new Chit Chat Snow, Mint doesn't taste great but it works as well)

Method:
Bite off both ends of a chit chat, place one end in the milo like a straw and suck the milo thru, when the milo starts coming into your mouth eat the chit chat. Repeat.

Easy really and SO nice.

For a better milo, make it entirely out of warm milk with just a little hot water for mixing sugar and milo. You can also heat up chocolate milk if you're lazy like me.

Warning: Hannibal spoilers Within

2001-04-08T17:06:00.000-07:00

Well, I've seen a preview of Hannibal (yes, I do realise it doesn't come out 'til Thursday). I must say, Julianne Moore makes a terrible Claris Starling.

Anthony Hopkins' portrayl of Hannibal however, was brilliant, better then Silence of The Lambs in my opinion. His timing, his stance, the way he spoke, it was all art.

The make up effects were spectacular, even if they at some points had the entire audience gagging.

The plot doesn't follow what I have heard the one of the book is, well, at least the ending is different, Hannibal and Claris do not become lovers, and she does not become a cannibal. Thank God, it was bad enough watching a guy eat his own brain (yep, eat his own brain), I don't think I could have stomached watching Claris eat it as well. I barely stomached the rest of it.

I won't give away the entire plot, I'm sure it wouldn't take too much searching the net to find it out, but The Making of Hannibal completely overlooks the importance of a role that isn't even mentioned, and yes, for those who have read the book, there are pigs, they are huge, and it is gruesome.

This movie isn't for the faint of heart (or stomach) and it is definately R18 for a reason, but Anthony Hopkins' portrayl makes it worth seeing.

I missed Jodie Foster :-(

Please Release Me Mister Man

2001-04-05T17:30:00.000-07:00

Isn't it funny how certain smells and sounds remind you of things, places and people you'd forgotten you'd seen, been or met?

For me, the smell of oil paints and turps reminds me of fifth form art. The smell of puke reminds me of my friend Scott's house (where we had a party, and a guy puked all over the floor). The ocean air mixed with a pine scent reminds me of my grandparent's house and so on.

And I think the smell of stale urine will forever remind me of the Limp Bizkit mosh pit.

Certain songs bring back memories as well. I can't listen to 'All In The Family' by KoRn (featuring Fred Durst :-P) without thinking of my Good Bye party... albeit I don't remember much of that particular one. Whereas 'Clown' by KoRn (hmmm noticing a pattern...) reminds me of driving around Rotorua with the windows wound down with music on full volume, money in my pockets, while trying to get alcohol for the back seat (we were underage at the time). Playing a song 'Rain' on the drums, (it's a Christian worship song) reminds me of a mid year camp.

Certain smells and songs remind me of people. When listening to 'Faith' by Limp Bizkit I'm reminded of a friend of mine, Heidi. While the smell of warm, rotting fruit reminds me of about five people, those who know about the incident will laugh, those who don't, well, it's better off not knowing.

I'm never going to be able to sing "I'm bringing home a baby bumble bee" without thinking of BigTaz's 21st either.

Strange what tickles the senses....

Dearest Doris, May She Rest In Peace

2001-04-02T17:32:00.000-07:00

The flat car (otherwise known as Doris) has officially died.

She led a good life, she took us where we wanted to go, and took her time doing so, and always made a fuss when there were too many passengers and we were going up a hill.

She was reliable, even though the window-windy-down-things were nowhere to be seen, except for one, which was passed around the car whenever we wanted to wind up/down a window, and the front locks didn't work properly and unlocking her involved opening the boot, climbing thru and unlocking her from there.

She was involved in a crash today, while trustingly carrying home the band gear from church, as well as the groceries. Not knowing that today would be her last day.

Even though she was old, unregistered and not so pretty, she will stay alive in our hearts, not quite forever.

You Don't Mean It But It Hurts Like HELL

2001-03-22T18:46:00.000-08:00

I'm not sure what is worse:
one: Being in a bad mood.
two: Being asked why you're in a bad mood.
three: Being not sure why you're in a bad mood.

I'm not really a person who talks about things deep and meaningful much in real life, I much prefer to keep things light most of the time, talking about my feelings, or generally talking about me... it's just not right.

I think somehow I was influenced by a book I read long ago, during my time with no friends, you have probably heard about it. 'How To Win Friends and Influence People' I only actually remember two things from this book:
one: The sweetest sound in the world to anyone, is the sound of their own name.
two: People like talking about themselves.
So, I tend to talk to people about themselves, and am quite self concious of talking about myself, the exception being if I've done a good job of something, I tell everyone.

And I don't talk about my moods. Not because I don't want to, but I can't. I've trained myself not to.

As for not knowing why I'm in a bad mood... I have a few ideas..

Underwater, Holding My Breath

2001-03-16T18:36:00.000-08:00

Yay for best friends reading columns and promptly sending down a big box of fruit and veg :-)

and if anyone can tell me the artist and song of THAT title I will personally send them a chocie fish, I promise.

EDITOR NOTE: I think the friend is Chari and the song was by Soda and called 'Underwater'

I want It, Hug Me Like A Grizzley Bear

2001-03-12T18:38:00.000-08:00

10 points for anyone who can tell me the name and the artist that sings the song from which the title was taken.

I was thinking, well, I have been thinking, I have been told in the past that my posts were depressing, so I took action to try and make them happy, the result was boring posts, so here I am, back to my depressing styles.

Is life for enjoying? I think so, so why, I must ask myself do I feel stuck in a rut, doing a course I hate so much words cannot describe, spending my spare time doing nothing much, but at least doing it with friends.

The course, I hate it, the thought of going almost drives me to tears, I'm not interested at all in what they're telling me, and my wings just wish to be free. I want to do something I like, and at this point of my life, I know I won't know exactly what I want for a while yet. My mother's 40-something and has only just worked out what she wants to do.

My free time is spent getting fat, I've got the worst diet ever, I hardly ever eat, and when I do it's either junk food or toasted sandwiches. There's no point going anywhere these days, everything is within 10 steps of me pretty much, there have been a few times where I haven't been out of my flat at all for two days straight.

It's getting to a point where I've just gotta yell out in a big voice "Oi! You! No!" and make myself go out, get a bit of exercise and maybe, just maybe, eat some fruit and vegetables.

I'm constantly tired, I never want to get out of bed, and when I finally do, I just want to go back there an hour or two later.

My life is going nowhere, I'm not enjoying it, I'm not going to kill myself, but I feel it's a time for a change.

Constant, Over, Stimulation, Numbs Me

2001-03-02T18:41:00.000-08:00

Woah, I'm on four hours sleep, I've had the most fucked up 24 hours in my life.

I was sitting with Robin and Seth watching one of my numerous videos last night, all is reasonable and normal, until the glass starts breaking. Seth and I freeze to realise the sound is coming from my room. On further investigation, nobody was trying to break into my room, which was good, however breaking glass was falling from the floor above me down onto the varandah outside my window. So Robin gets up, goes upstairs, and the guys room has been trashed. There are huge holes in the windows, heaps of smashed stuff and it's generally not a pretty sight. Robin took off to the bar which we rent the flat off to report it, turns out the guy works there, and his girlfriend was responsible. So there ya go guys.... how much do you trust your girl?

Then, having had 4 hours sleep, I was awakened to find that it's raining..... in my hallway!!! Now this wouldn't be too strange if we were say, at the top of the building, but, we have two floor above us. The rain was coming down, through two floors and into our hall, and onto the carpet we have there, so now it's (the carpet) nailed onto our wall, with five or so heaters going to dry it out before the flat warming tomorrow.

I'm beginning to understand why (1) We have hardwood floors and (2) the rent's so cheap.

My Own Worst Enemy

2001-02-24T18:45:00.000-08:00

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.....

2001-02-18T18:48:00.000-08:00

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

2001-02-16T18:50:00.000-08:00

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

2001-02-13T18:59:00.000-08:00

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.

2001-02-12T19:01:00.000-08:00

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

2001-02-08T02:47:00.000-08:00

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....

2001-02-02T19:04:00.000-08:00

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 :-)

Mosh Pit Etiquette

2001-01-20T19:06:00.000-08:00

Big Day Out. Great stuff, let me tell you that right now. Where else could you be at the front for one of the best New Zealand bands (Betchadupa), then an hour later see one of the hottest new acts from the UK (Coldplay) from the same vantage point? Where else can you see two great stage shows (Rammstein and Limp Bizkit) within two hours? And where else will someone piss on your leg in the mosh pit?!?!

I'm sorry, but even a mosh pit has etiquette, and the guys behind me were oblivious to this fact.

However nasty that experience was, the concert went off, before Limp started I realised that I had got myself well and truly stuck, and knowing that the only way out (apart from up and over) would only come once they had started, I waited, and waited, and when I thought hope was near, the audience were shouting out "Limp Bizkit! Limp Bizkit!" Rammstein had stopped, and then... Rammstein started up again! ARG! When Rammstein was finally finished (it seems like an eternity when your arms can't move, your legs are tangled around each other and you keep stepping on peoples feet, while trying not to fall over) Fred Durst walked out saying "Ladies and Gentlemen!", and the audience were screaming out "introducing...." I got my opportunity to swim (literally) my way out of the mosh pit, to get an even better vantage point, which involved more air, less sweat and better sound.

It took me exactly one song to get out, and then I started to actually enjoy the concert.

Limp definitely hyped up the audience, played the hits (I was convinced they wouldn't play Faith, and very happy when they did) and did a good job getting the squashed people out of the audience (much better then what I heard Blink182 did anyway).

But as for the earlier part of the day, I did the markets, the food, the Boiler Room, the rides... and drank plenty of water!!

All in all it cost me much less then I had expected and I had a great time.

cya

2001-01-18T19:19:00.000-08:00

I'm off in about 30 minutes, as much as I hate Auckland, I like the bands I get to see tommorrow, so just for those who are interested, I'll be the big girl walking (or stumbling) around in a purple top with a peirced chin :-)

cya then :-)

BDO is a-coming

2001-01-17T00:44:00.000-08:00

Well on Thursday I'm making the trip to the land of the big-huge-phallic-symbol to stay until Sunday so on Friday I may get bruised, burnt, crushed, sweaty and dirty.

Sounds like fun huh?

But on Saturday I get to stay very still and not move... mostly because I won't be able to but still....

And at the moment I can't say the words "Limp Bizkit" without jumping up and down and squealing like a little girl who just got a Furby for her birthday...

w00p!!

A Mission of Superhero Standards

2001-01-09T00:47:00.000-08:00

Part 1: Before the Carnage
Intoxico was picked up by her superhero friend XXX-Girl, in the yellow Pornmobile, and was promptly whisked away to H-Town. There was a crisis, Dr Evil was turning 21 and needed help getting over the shock.

So armed with their superhero weapons of alcohol, cigarettes, spots, bad jokes, children’s songs, two decks of cards and amyl they set off to Dr Evil’s lair.

Upon arrival in H-Town, they were thwarted by the evil Pak n’ Save, who refused the card that all XXX superhero’s carry – Amex. But the cheque account saved a messy scene, and the plebs kept their lives … for now.

Proceeded then the superhero’s to Dr Evil’s lair, taking extreme caution (ie: the scenic route) to ensure that no one followed them to the hideout. Upon arrival, they were accosted by two stoned cleaning ladies, one of whom was Dr Evil trying out a new disguise, and the other his heroic sidekick, Sexy Sheryl FemBot.

After a small disaster retrieving the weaponry from the Pornmobile (the bag broke!), XXX-Girl showed off her culinary skills in the hellpit of food preparation, the end result being very spicy chicken, and a divine salad – food for the gods (and superheroes) indeed!

XXX-Girl and Intoxico undertook to explain the story of Dr Evil’s life through visual aids. Photos of him as a small (naked) child; an older brat; and finally his formative years as he became what he is today, were brought forth from their resting places and cellotaped to the walls.

After practising with their weapons to ensure they were finely honed for the battle that evening (and testing again, just to make sure!), the Huanator returned from his top-secret mission (work – superheroes pay rent too, you know). It was now Sexy Sheryl FemBots turn to leave the lair and undertake a personal task -–feeding the kids.

Their new mission, that our four heroes (XXX Girl, Intoxico, Dr Evil and the Huanator) were to undertake, was to confront Pizza the Hutt in a head to head battle to the death. After XXX-Girl’s small skirmish with the nuts, the heroes triumphed, leaving behind the carnage of pizza leavings, pasta sauce, and liquid fudge.

Our intrepid team split into pairs, with Dr Evil and Intoxico on a mission for large chunks of frozen H2O, while the Huanator and XXX-Girl took the Pornmobile in search of a non-recyclable flash-picture recording device. Having retrieved these last two items, our superheroes were ready for the long night ahead.

Stay tuned for the next episode of this heroic adventure …

Part 2: The Carnage
Other superheroes began to trickle into Dr Evil’s lair, as the cards were being prepared for a to-the-death battle of Hockey. Drinks were poured, cigarettes lit, with jokes being withheld until the appropriate moment.

The ferocious battle began! Alcohol levels (in the bottles) dropped, while they rose in the bloodstream of our heroes. Ashtrays filled, the sounds of BINGO, The BumbleBee Song, Ten in the Bed, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, The Alphabet Song, Ten Guitars, Old MacDonald, Mary Had a Little Lamb, and of course, Happy Birthday filled the air.

Laughter filled the room as jokes – baaaaaad jokes – were shared, and as our heroes embarrassed themselves answering the Truth rather than taking the Dare.

The battle died down to a dull roar, and Dr Evil was presented with flowing Champagne as his sister, XXX-Girl, made the speech. Reference was made to the photographs, embarrassing moments in Dr Evil’s life, and sex sex sex! He was then presented with The Key To The City (which all superheroes receive upon turning 21), and it was passed around the room to be autographed.

Finally, Dr Evil could respond to XXX-Girl, and the crowd.

He was pissed (off his nut), but nonetheless presented an eloquent face and non-slurry words as he replied. “You are all my prisoners! You will not be released until you give me as my gift … ONE MILLION DOLLARS!!!” Everyone laughed at this, and told him to get fucked, at which point he sat down and continued to scull champagne.

There was cake then.

Superheroes came and went, and cigarette supplies were getting dangerously low. XXX-Girl and Intoxico undertook to replenish the stocks. After dosing up on amyl, they made the brief walk to Beyond Petroleum, where they encountered the sadistic PoxyMoron. Despite presenting her Amex, which no superheroes receive before the age of 20, PoxyMoron took delight in thwarting their ambitions, and they were forced to return to the lair to retrieve XXX-Girl’s superhero identification card.

Upon return to Beyond Petroleum, PoxyMoron became immediately defensive, as he was not expecting anyone to stand up to his nastiness (it being he suffered from Delusions of Grandeur). Having given proof of identification, and an icy manner to PoxyMoron, XXX-Girl was allowed to use her Amex card and replenished the cigarette supply. After safely stashing the cigarettes in Intoxico’s SuperYellowSatchel™, our intrepid heroes forced PoxyMoron to reveal his identity (he was not wearing the regulation name badge!!). After protests from the sadistic shitbag, he reluctantly gave his name, and the name of his overlord.

XXX-Girl and Intoxico left satisfied, knowing that they had paid PoxyMoron back for temporarily damping the buzz and endangering the success of their mission, as he would spend the rest of the shift fretting about what plans the superheroes had in store for him (Mwah-hah-hah-hah!).

Intoxico and XXX-Girl returned to the lair to discover that few of the superheroes remained (but lots of alcohol). XXX-Girl tried a spot and the buzz was instantly restored, while Intoxico merely lived up to her name.

Upon finding an empty bottle (an easy task), the Huanator proposed a new challenge – Truth or Dare. The challenge was taken up with enthusiasm, but soon an impostor entered their midst. His name was Doris the Drug-Dealing Dyke, and his catchphrase was “Show us yer tits”. He bragged about his conquests, and the superheroes began to realise that he should not have stumbled onto Dr Evil’s lair at all – he was a phony!

Evasive action was taken immediately – the Huanator and Dr Evil retired to the bedroom in an attempt to scare away Doris the DDD. XXX-Girl, Intoxico, the Lovely Leah, Gorgeous Gerald, and Big Gay Chris continued to play, ALWAYS choosing Truth, for fear that the dare would be “Show us yer tits!”

Finally realising that Doris the DDD was settling in, they took a more effective approach, deciding that even superheroes need sleep. They told Doris the DDD that he needed to go home now. Once he was out the door, the super-bitching session began, with our story’s heroes demonstrating their dislike by creating Doris the DDD dolls and impaling them with their swords, all the while creating curses and life-altering effects, to ensure that Doris would never return to the lair again.

And then they went to sleep.

Stay tuned for the final episode of this heroic adventure …

Part 3: After the Carnage
One of the advantages of having super powers is that it’s a breeze to clean up after a party. Liberal application of a broom to the floor, magic cleansing liquid to the shotglasses, and very cold waters to the hangovers, meant that by 9am the lair was returned to normal, and our superheroes began to perk up.

Neurofen and Amyl are an essential part of any superheroes kit, and our four protagonists were no exception, with both being required along with cold caffienated drinks. Unfortunately, the caffienated drinks were not a cold as hoped, as the refrigerator seemed unable to cope with the Huanator’s immense strength, and had unexpectedly died. A fridge corpse is not a pretty thing.

And is at this point we must leave our superheroes, to allow them to return to their day-to-day identities. Do YOU know who they are?

So Many Bands, So Little Time!!

2001-01-03T00:48:00.000-08:00

The Big Day Out, I'm currently training my bladder so I can drink copious amounts of water with out the normal trips to the bathroom. I'm also wondering how on earth I'm going to see everyone I want to, and keep myself from going insane traipsing from stage to stage almost non stop to fit it all in.

Yes, I took a look at the timetable.

How am I going to fit it all in? I have a huge list of bands in front of me, and as far as I can tell I'm spending my entire day going between the blue and orange stages, which I'm assuming, judging by their acts and the timetable, they will be fairly close together.

But as any concert-goer knows, to have the best time, you must be very close to the front, and to get there, you must be there early. So how on earth am I going to see (in order, morning to night): Foamy Ed, Goodshirt, D4, Fur Patrol, Betchadupa, 28 Days, Powderfinger, Coldplay, Tadpole, Zed, PJ Harvey, Placebo, Rammstein and Limp Bizkit?? And on top of all that I DEFINITELY want to experience the Boiler Room and of course, maybe a trip to the porta loos (allow 30 minutes) and food (allow 1 hour).

ARG! It's going to be hell, but I'm determined that it will be a hugely enjoyable time... even if I'm not 100% sure on how I'll get there!!

My Choices Are Half Chance, So Are Everybody Elses

2001-01-02T01:39:00.000-08:00

THINGS I HAVE LEARNT IN 2000

Just because you invite 100 people, doesn't mean 100 will actually turn up.
Putting anything in your ear, smaller then your elbow can result in much pain and an expensive trip to the doctors.
Money is evil.
You miss your mother the most when you have to do your own laundry.
Phone calls become expensive, but if you write a letter, the person you wrote to will ring the day you send it and you'll tell them everything anyway.
Cell Phone + Water Bomb/Toilet = Disaster.
Always wear sunscreen, no matter how small the area is, a small area with 2nd degree burns, in a mosh pit, hurts ALOT!
Generally, if you don't do something for six months (eg playing the drums), when you come to do it again you will SUCK!
Always use water when cooking 2 Minute Noodles.
Tomato Sauce will improve the flavour of any meal served at a hostel, but only if you like the taste of tomato sauce.
A Bechemel Sauce contains milk, flour, butter, an onion and a clove.
New Years is much more enjoyable when you get New Years kisses (yes, I got new years kisses!!) :-)
Gas flames can set your tea towel on fire.
Many things will kill you, the point of life is to live, and not to worry about how/when you will die.
Hostel seats are a great source of money after the rugby or the Simpsons.
There is nothing funnier then watching 'staunch' guys crying over a rugby result.
David Tua needs longer arms.
Only Australians would put the Olympic Opening Ceremony on my 18th Birthday.
It is possible to go 2 weeks without doing laundry before I run out of clothes.
Receptionists know EVERYTHING, they are the be all and end all.
Keep in touch with your parents.
Catching up with people you haven't seen in a long time can be either painfully annoying and you realise WHY you haven't been in touch in a year, or you swear you'll keep in touch, even though you know you probably won't.
Fantisising about killing your noisy teenybopper neighbour is nice, but calling night security means you get sleep.
Reading instructions often saves frustration (except in the case of sewing patterns, which are written in another language entirely).
When in doubt, have another beer.
When in bed, stay there.
Drinking Games + Scrumpy's = One of my most embarrassing moments.
Being drunk when your 18 isn't as fun as being drunk before that.
Anything can be purchased at the $2 Shop.

Lie Down Relax Put Your Feet Up

2000-12-30T01:59:00.000-08:00

Just saw an absolutely BRILLIANT concert! Fur Patrol and Betchadupa.

It all began when I picked up a friend of a friend from the bus station, after a few awkward conversations, a few hours, and a few sore feet, we discovered in fact, we knew each other... from addict, turns out he's a reader.... how weird.

As my friend and I sat in the City Focus waiting for (yet another) friend to arrive, we got presented with 2 free tickets to Betchadupa/Fur Patrol. As he couldn't go, he gave the ticket to me, which I proceeded to try give to a friend... ANY friend, unfortunately none of them were too keen, so after rushing home from town, getting ready in the space of about 15 minutes (and I'm a chick... congratulate me!) and waiting for my ride, I got picked up, zoomed into town where we FINALLY got a home for the ticket.

So after much mucking around (ticket said doors open at 7, Fur Patrol's bassist said 9) we arrived at 9, ID'ed and let in.

Betchadupa Rock.

They are a talented group of guys, who can pull off a concert (which to me is very important), in fact, in my opinion they were better in concert then on recording!!

Fur Patrol, also, Rock

Julia (Deans, lead singer) belted out the tunes, very well and everyone (and I mean everyone, you could hear them above the guitars and singing and drums) sung along to Lydia (I'm still gutted they didn't sing 'Chlamydia', the version they sung in Wellington) and we got our encore, which went off, for me, in the front row, moshing next to the bassist and lead singer's girlfriend from Betchadupa, and generally having a great time.

Before I left I said hi to Betchadupa, well done and that I was sorry Rotorua is such a shithole and had never heard of them (the sign out front proclaimed to the world that Fur Patrol and 'Betchadupu' were playing), and also managed to score Fur Patrol's set list...

ah what a wonderful night... and all for free.

On TV...

2000-12-27T02:10:00.000-08:00

Gone With The Wind, it's a movie known for the infamous line "Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn" and it's REALLY long.

Maybe I'm just a fan of 'happily ever after' movies, but is it just me, or does it's ending suck pure monkeys bottoms?

Today was the first ever time I've seen this movie, I saw it was on, thought 'oh, I haven't seen that' and sat down for what I thought was going to be 2 1/2 hours... until I read the TV guide properly and realised it was, in fact 4 1/2 hours (including ads), so I taped it, and finished watching it just now.

It had, in my opinion a very bad ending, it's like the writer just thought "well, this has gone on long enough, I'll just finish it here" and did, and left me hanging. I wanted to see Scarlet with Rhett, I wanted the happily ever after, and I got disappointed. Was it the point of the movie, to disappoint everyone who bothered to sit down and actually watch it? or was it to make us think? I don't know, but I definitely missed my happily ever after!

Speaking of Happily Ever After, is it just me, or is that Mini-series on TV3, 10th Kingdom, REALLY good? I love it, it's so fantasy with great make up, and effects, and clever thinking on behalf of the writers, it had me and a friend desperately rushing through copies of Rapunzel and Little Red Riding Hood today trying to work out names, and where they were, how to break spells and generally just reliving our childhood, we have our theory on the general theme of the whole thing, but it certainly is good from where I'm standing.

Well, that plus Ed O'Neil is brilliant as a Troll King! (oh, and while I'm here, does anyone know who/what/where the Huntsman is from?)

I must admit, the Christmas season TV is good, I've probably watched way too much of it, and the chances of me giving up my videos before the New Year are slim, I have become a TV Nazi for the week, and I'm damn proud of it!! :-)

Water Keeps falling on my head, and shirt, and shorts, and face, and toes....

2000-12-11T02:11:00.000-08:00

WARNING: Diary-like content below!

Just came back from Camp BOB (otherwise known as Blob at Ohope Beach), it's a yearly camp held by my former youthgroup every year, and it's always a blast, this was my fourth one.

Friday night was entertaining, with rain POURING from the sky, and with the power pole across the road threatening to blow up every minute or so. The night was spent up, looking for reception for my phone, which was rather hard to come by, and then up until 4am having girly chats and farting competitions in our cabin (immature, but funny) then finding out a guy had crept into our cabin, hidden himself under a bunk in the room behind ours and had heard the entire thing.

Saturday was ALOT of cooking (cos I was the camp cook), a few doughys and cruising thru Whakatane looking for Chicks for a couple of my male mates. Oh and did I mention the water balloon war which quickly escalated into a Ice-Cream container war, to a full on battle with 10 litre buckets!! There was a midnight swim, a midnight walk, and plenty of junk food as well.

and Sunday was basically one great big LONG water fight, which my cell phone is still recovering from (for a few minutes there I was pretty worried that it may not pull through, but having seen, or rather heard of as many toilet-drops as I have - about 5 - and having a 100% recovery rate... I was glad it came back to life)

Then, getting home and seeing one of my closest friends, who I haven't seen since May, was brilliant, I've spent the last 4 hours with her, and I'll probably be spending all of tomorrow with her as well.. it's great!

So overall the weekend has been brilliant.

And for those interested, I'm getting on much better at home lately, since my last post my mother and I have both been making considerations in each others direction (particularly on my behalf, you're all right, I did need to pick up my attitude a bit, no matter how much I hate to admit that). I've also found out other things had contributed to the situation, and understanding it makes it a lot easier to deal with it...

oh, and I got a Job on Thursday as well :-)

I just want something I can never have

2000-12-04T02:18:00.000-08:00

Have you ever moved out of home, then gone back and been driven up the walls. I find it hard to believe that having moved out of home, I'll ever be able to move back for any long duration of time, I've only been back in Rotorua for five days, and already being home has driven me crazy.

and it probably didn't help that my alcoholic brother stole half a bottle of vodka off one of my mates last night and got fucked on it last night.

I almost feel like shit at home has changed, I have friends afraid to talk to my parents for fear of getting their heads bitten off, and to be honest in so many words I feel the same way.

So today I just packed a bag and took off. Walked from my house into town and got a ride in about half way. Now I'm staying at friend's flats, and I plan to be doing this on and off thruout the holidays, because being home, as I predicted a few days ago, is driving me insane.

So why is it, once you move out of home, you can't handle going back? Is it the fact that you're used to living under your own rules, having whoever over, whenever, to do whatever, without the worries of beginning to distrust family members, without the parental rules. The freedom comes with a price, that society calls rent, but my God, is it worth it.

Yo sound the bell school's in sucker

2000-11-29T02:23:00.000-08:00

But if my mother tells me to get a job one more time before Monday I'm seriously going to go mad. I'm not even supposed to be back before then, I didn't come home early to get more money, I came home early for two reasons: Save money on rent, and enjoy a few days with my friends, after that, THEN I'll worry about a job.

I've already been to WINZ, Student Job Search and done quite a lot of shit today, all I want is a holiday before standing on my feet for upwards of 6 hours a day sweating and not getting paid enough to do so.

But that's my complaints for the day, being home's been a bit of a disappointment though, I haven't seen as many people for half as often as I'd like to, but after tom morrow most of their exams are over, and those who don't have exams tomorrow are coming to see me in town.

I'll be, Home Again

2000-11-23T02:26:00.000-08:00

This'll officially be my last update for this year from Wellington, as I'm packing up my computer tonight and going home on Tuesday *yay*

I may miss Rotorua now, but I guarantee I'll be there a week and dying for my freedom and the 24 hour store!!

But on Monday I'll get to see two people I've been missing dearly... my Mother and my Best Friend, Charis (yes! I finally mentioned her... she's been wanting me to for a LONG time now) so to all the Rotoruians and the Aucklander who has decided to drive down and visit (you know who you are) I'll BE HOME SOON!

Ho ho ho and a bottle of Rum

2000-11-19T02:28:00.000-08:00

Saw the Santa Parade today, over a month in advance, and just gave me more reasons to hate Christmas.

Well, the floats were ho-hum, there was not a Macintosh in sight and Santa was SO LAME it was past lame, past funny, it was annoying. He had a monotone voice that constantly was saying "hello? hello? ho..... ho.... ho.... hello?" in fact, I'd have to say, the most lively part of the whole thing was... wait for it... the More FM float, the ZM float and the McDonalds float (which really are three things I despise) More FM had their survivors on board, who I recognised from that TV doco which I ended up watching accidentally, the ZM one had Lions (the rugby team) on board and the McDonald's one had a very lively Ronald McDonald getting the little kiddies going.

I saw the stars from The Tribe, but didn't even recognise them until I got handed a "the Tribe fan club" card thing. If it was on TV2 or 3 I'd watch it, but something has to be PRETTY darn special to get me to watch it on TV4 since most of it's infomercials and cheesy American teenage sitcoms.

The two friends and I I'd gone with were most disappointed to get no Macintosh's, in fact, the lollipop one of them got got ripped out of her hand by the man who also got a Santa Hat from the ZM float! It didn't help that I didn't hear "Merry Christmas" once. What is a Santa Parade without Macintosh's and the Christmas Spirit? I went expecting a better parade then Rotorua, and came out with a much longer, worse one. One of my friends commented even the ones in Blenheim are better.

So 3 most disappointed Massey students trail into Te Papa to find a toilet, and travel to the 4th floor to find on that ISN'T packed, and then to New World, and try to get out of there quick as 'cos it's packed too.... darn it.

But today has given me a passion to boycott Christmas one year, not buy or receive any presents, not get up at 6.30, not go back to sleep a richer person an hour later, not to wake up just before the peanut butter sandwich dinner and not think about the Boxing Day sales... well maybe all but the last part. Am I the only person who actually, really loathes Christmas? I'm not sure what's happened.. I used to love it, but these days I can think of many more exiting days of the year, the only great thing about Christmas is the atmosphere of summer, holidays, and shopping. Bugger all this present crap, bugger the hours in the kitchen preparing a huge roast for a summers day, bugger breaking toys an hour after you get them, I just want to go back to sleep and eat my peanut butter sandwich in peace.

But as it stands, this year I want my Big Day Out ticket :-P

'cos I've seen better days

2000-11-18T02:33:00.000-08:00

Well, I just got back from watching Mary Staple playing at Indigo and I'd just like to say that those boys have a lot of potential. I never watch concerts as a concert-goer per se but as a musician, and they had good dynamics and a good stage presence, although the sound could definitely have been better.

I've been incredibly tired all day, and the small amount of alcohol I had tonight has made me about ready to fall asleep on top of my keyboard, which would actually make my column look pretty fucked up...

On the situation below, I think I'll stick at it, there's not much to lose in my opinion, and definitely more to gain, this I'm sure my mother'll be happy about.

There has been a lack

2000-11-15T02:36:00.000-08:00

Some people may have noticed lately there has been a lack of my depressing views on life that I have been known to post. So here's something to satisfy that need.

In the last 8 months, while I've been away from home, I have changed, I was chatting to my mother today about it, it seems I have lost a lot of myself over the time I've been in Wellington. I am seriously considering not finishing my course next year, other options seem more appealing, and people who knew me before I moved will know I rarely give up.

I didn't give up drums, I spent a year (yes, a whole 12 months) trying to get the drum beat to ONE SONG right, since I had started drumming I couldn't do double kicks, where the right hand and my foot work at different times, and it was crucial for the drum beat. I practised in classes, in exams, in the car, in bed, but I couldn't get it. I would sit in class and instead of writing notes, I would write drum notation and follow it to try get it right. I still remember the day in Food Tech where I got it. I almost ran around the room screaming "I can do it! I can FINALLY do it!".

I didn't give up trying to do my best in sixth form, I hated it, really hated school, 'cos being big I tended to get mocked, the teachers, on the most part were good, but the rules, regulations and the hideous uniform were bad (as I'm sure Deeps could probably agree) and I hung around with the geeks, which in hindsight was a good thing, but at the time I wasn't to comfortable admitting it. All thru sixth form I had my eyes on the goal of the course I'm doing now, to be a chef, to cook for people, and to live in Wellington. I did that, and I remember telling everyone that went through my till at Big Fresh, the day I got accepted that I'd got into Massey, Wellington.

I had a goal to have the best darn going away party in a long time. I organised a venue, 100 personalised, DIFFERENT invitations, a DJ, booze, bouncers... with the help of a friend, and it was the last piss up before school went back, and everyone loved it, except for the people whose stuff got nicked.

I wanted a boyfriend, and although I never got one in Rotorua, it never phased me, I could live without one.

In February, my goal was to come out top of the class, unfortunately, my self confidence level dropped, the time it took me to tire myself out decreased, and I began to dislike my lecturers, I became disillusioned, and I didn't want to do it, and I still don't know if I do.

I was not a quitter, and I'm becoming more determined not to be as I write this. I've had massive money problems this year, spending my rent on other things, spiraling into huge debt, but I'm now willing to see that it's been a mistake, and I'm willing to take responsibility for it, my first step into that was actually telling my parents about it.

Talking helps, writing helps, and publishing my feelings, and getting feedback from people I hardly know makes things seem more important in so many ways, I want to know what you people think, how you would react if you were placed in a new town, with no friends, placed into a course and becoming disillusioned with it, and most of all, loosing a valuable part of yourself in the process.

I leave it up to you

I will NEVER.....

2000-11-03T02:46:00.000-08:00

...get sick of watching goths bowling

NEVER

I know it's been around for a while but this ad deserves an award.... and it's even better on the big screen :-)

If it's not what you're thinking, then you can go to hell

2000-11-02T17:47:00.000-08:00

I think I had one of my most embarrassing moments as a chef today.

We have a four course meal to cook for our final assessment. Today was the practice run, I was in a kitchen I'd never used before and was having a joke with a few of the guys in there, and didn't notice the fact that the gas flame was up further then I thought.

As part of a chef's uniform we have these STYLIE pants (small check pants, in a similar style to 'MC Hammer Pants'), the chef's jacket, chef's hat, chef's scarf, an apron and a tea towel (to help with picking up pots and stuff).

So I'm having a great old time talking, until I realise... my tea towel has caught on fire...

So having put it out, made some damage to my ego and put a scorch mark on my apron... I had to buy new tea towels today.

The only word for this is bugger.

Smoking IS cool... and you know it!

2000-10-29T17:49:00.000-08:00

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?

2000-10-18T17:51:00.000-07:00

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

2000-10-14T17:54:00.000-07:00

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

2000-10-11T18:03:00.000-07:00

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

2000-10-09T18:05:00.000-07:00

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

2000-10-05T18:11:00.000-07:00

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.

buh

2000-09-29T18:15:00.000-07:00

Does anyone know which order the lemon/ tequila/ salt thing goes in?

something i found today

2000-09-28T18:18:00.000-07:00

"Consider the roots of a simple and mundane action, for instance, buying bread for your breakfast. A farmer has grown the grain in a field carved from the wilderness by his ancestors; in the ancient city a miller has ground the flour and a baker prepared the loaf; the vendor has transported it to your house in a cart built by a cartwright and his apprentices. Even the donkey that draws the cart, what stories could she not tell if you could decipher the braying? And then you yourself hand over a coin of copper dug from the very heart of the earth, you who have risen from a bed of dreams and darkness to stand in the light of the vast and terrifying sun. Are there not a thousand strands woven together in this tapestry of a morning meal? How then can you expect the omens of great events should be easy to unravel?"

- A Time of Omens, Katherine Kerr

If you don't like poems, don't read this

2000-09-27T18:20:00.000-07:00

The shining sun, full of pride, watching
As a breeze gently strokes my face with it's soft blue hands
The clear blue sky does not let on
It's face of grey, tear-stained and cold
That it revealed before.

Grass plays on the ground with the breeze
And moves out of my way
As I tiptoe across
A gentle giant in a town of little green people.

Into the concrete and glass structure
Towering above me and exerting it's power.
Leaving the joy of the day,
and into impending doom.

Cluttered Kitchens
Grumpy cooks look on with contempt
Chef's moan about the stupidity,
and donn their fake smiles in a place where they do not belong.

frozen greeny popsicles

2000-09-26T18:23:00.000-07:00

While having what was supposed to be a long, relaxing shower tonight, with my Portishead CD up really loud I (amazingly) heard my Cell Phone going off, I raced out of the shower, spilling water everywhere, grabbed it, turned down my CD player, to find DebXena on the other end.

This chick is COOL!!

Here I was thinking I was the only yellow nut on the face of the planet, to find, I'm not, the girl even has the car to go with it!!

Met up with some mates on Sunday (while I was with Deb) from Rotorua who I hadn't seen in YONKS, it totally psyched me out and I was on a buzz for pretty much the whole day!!

I've had two absolutely delicious home cooked meals in the last two days, one courtesy Deb's Aunty, and one courtesy my grandmother.

On a note to my last column: I've decided not to go throwing it away, it is better to wait, and I'm glad I put it up to everyone to think about/ comment on before I arguably made one of the worst mistakes of my life.

So I'm a pretty happy girl at the mo :) only thing pulling me down is the impending assessments I have to face tomorrow.... wish me luck!!

Fucking for the Sake of Fucking

2000-09-24T18:27:00.000-07:00

Is it right? I wish I knew.

Lately I've become so BLOODY sick and tired of being a virgin with no experience apart from a peck on the lips which I'd sooner rather forget.

So is it OK, right, or the right choice for me to just find a guy, get it over and done with then go on to find another?

I've been thinking about this a lot lately, pondering it in my own way, talking to friends who's opinions I value, and they've come up with different responses. One says she'll kick my ass if I do, another says to do it, if I want to, and don't if I don't, keep it simple and stop making life so damned complicated.

He has a point.

But as I was taking out the second conversation a song came on the radio, a song that seems to sum up my life and has been one of my all time favourites for about 2 years now. 'Glory Box' by Portishead (lyrics here)

I don't know, I leave it up to you

Full Monty

2000-09-23T18:29:00.000-07:00

Interesting night last night, I was chatting to Rivertrog last night. He had a few mates over and as I was watching the webcam, I was having a bit of fun and stuff, then one announced they were going home and asked for any last requests to which I replied "FULL MONTY"!!!! and well, to my surprise, I got it...

pic here

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