Procrastination

On thursday I have a 1500 word 'dramaturgical report' due in. It is worth 25% of my mark for this year. So instead of reading the play or even finding out what a dramaturgical report is, I am here complaining about my lack of motivation to do such things.
I haven't done anything for about two months. Nothing. Remember when your primary school teacher told you that lazynes is a habit? Well, it's more addictive than coke. I managed to get out of bed at 7:30 this morning, but I can quickly see the rest of the day dissolving into a non-productive blob. It will be purple (real blobs aren't afraid to wear purple) and may have small chunks of anime floating around in it.

In other news, I have no food. I am going to borrow some rice off my flatmates so as I may have rice for lunch, and then I will have rice rissoto for dinner. Tommorow I will get up early and go to the university for at 8am on a wednesday they give away free bread. I may also ask if they have any spare rice kicking around. Since I have come back to wellington I have lost 5kg. I have been the same weight for the last 3 years, so this is rather interesting.

Life is good. Even if it sucks balls.

Godless bastards.

Yesterday I watched "the Frightners". God damn, Micheal. J. Fox comes back from the dead more times than Jesus! I wonder weather he has beaten Parkinsons yet...

Many things have been happening since I have been back in welly, and many of them I have forgotten about. Fist up, I have relocated. I no loinger live inb a self contained room at the end of a flat, but in a cupboard that doubles as my drinking den. Yes the drinking has beeen more copus living with this crazy bunch of fools I call my freinds.
Also, for the last week I have been BUT UGLY SICK AND ILL GOD-DAMN. The influenza virus suck complete bitch cock. I think that Illness is really THE reason god invented swearing. So I can curse my headache to hell and back. Stupid fucken inflated head cells. They make the paoin happen.

Today I am going shopping. I only have $15 to spend, so that means I am buying a loaf of bread and two bottles of 'passion pop'.

Only Six dollars a bottle....

The taste of great

Yesterday I returned to wellington. The high speed internet access alone makes it worth it.

Today was my first day of lectures for the new trimester. It isgoingto take some timefor me to get back into the habit of getting up going to school and retaining information. I made a great start today by being hung over to hack.
But thearter students are strange. I have a class with theatre students, and they all like to hug each other and then have discussions about personal space and feelings. It kind of strikes me as the same trend as the emos have. If you are sad and easily hurt, why the fuck do you want to put your horrible poetry on the net or work in the industry with the highest rate of rejection? But for some reason the prospect of being unemployed and insulted on a daily basis draws the kind of people who complain of indigestion if you put milk instead of soy in their damn coffee.
Idiots.

Off to stick my tounge in the wall socket.

Zombie Cow Nazis!

Today I saw three very strange sights. First of all, while driving to the supermarket I saw two wommen deep in conversation, on who would not stop doing the nazi salute. Then, While gathering wood, I saw a cow council. Many cows were standing around one cow, and they all stopped mooing when it mooed and listened to it's moo melody intently. Then, in a parking place, I saw a child eating the stomach of another child. True, I couldn't see them too well and I think on reflection that the larger of the two children may have been eating skittles, not kidneys. But still, a strange, strange day.

Tomorow, I go back to Wellington. I have bought some supplies from the local el-chepo supermarket. I got a pie and a sasauge roll for $1.50! Mmmmm... the taste of cheap. Anyway, amounst my purchases (yes, a shopping fable!) I bought cramy chiken soup and promite. For some reason you can find neither of these products in our nations capitals supermarkets, and I do like professional yeast spread on my toast rather than those mites who are only doing it as a hobby or part time.

Yesterday I finished the libary books I got out. Now I will have to rely on my own imagination. *sigh*

...and I just finished reading ALL the toothpaste for dinner pictures! Time to curl into the fetal position, me thinks...

lost time...

Do you ever suddenly get the feeling that you cant remeber what day it is and you ccant remember yesterday? You try to remember what you did and who you did it with, but you cant and begin thinking that you might have actually just slept all that day or some demon possesed you and forced you to do unspeakible acts that you cannot, thankfully, remember. Then you look at the calender, take a few breaths and realise that it is actually thursday, not friday. You didn't miss out on anything.

Well, today I was blankly looking at the wall when I suddenly realized that it was friday, not saturday. I looked at the calender and this confirmed my thoughts: at some time during the week my mind had created an extra day, possibly an extra wednesday. I can remeber all that happend on wednesday, all that happend on thursday, and all that happend on wednesday: the sequel.
Not even a demon would be so fucked up as to possess someone and then give them an extra days experience of sweet fuck all. It makes me drink.

Anyway, deseased thoughts aside, today I made a house. Or at least part of a house. And then I got paid for it. $25 dollars for little over two ours work. I should go into the partial construcion of houses buisiness. I didn't even have to lift heavy things. Now I am rich. Richer than Jesus. And he could just wish for money. He could say "MONEY" and he would have some. Rich bastard.

I had a shower, but now the puppy is on my lap. So I smell like puppy, not shower. Damn.