whoo, been a while since I have updated. Sorry to all those who check this thing daily to make sure I am still alive, but I just haven't had the time. This week has been twenty different shades of hell (now including shading-to-peach avocado!), but at least I have come out of it better than when I went in.
Considering the fact that I went into this week unable to eat anything other than cheese, this might not be considered a huge improvement. but I take victories when I can get them.
Sooo.... this week I have drunk, danced, thrown up, worked, sang, been counceled and spat out two mediocre essays. All of these activities went pretty well, but only if you consider the goal of throwing up to be 'to throw up more'. But no, I am feeling pretty good about things, the counceling session actually went pretty well, which was good because I had some doubt. But now I fell my life is going in a better direction thanks to govenment funded healt services and the peice of advice I will now forever remember as 'The Sysiphus Metaphor.'
Well, now that I have survived this week, I think I should go and see some of my freinds and get on the milk. And no, 'milk' is not a eupamism for 'dangerous amounts of alcohol'. No, I actually mean the white stuff that comes from cows.
Go the calcium binge!
Friday, April 28, 2006
Monday, April 24, 2006
ughhhh...
so. I haven't posted in a little while. What have I been doing?
Well, on saturday my friend had a party for his twenty first. We drank lots of cocktails. a good night was had by all. On sunday, I hung around his house drinking all the left over booze, because I am harder to get rid of than a verruca. Last night, I threw up lots. my body is pain and my brain is not working good. I have essays due in on thursday and friday.
Off to see the councerlor.
Well, on saturday my friend had a party for his twenty first. We drank lots of cocktails. a good night was had by all. On sunday, I hung around his house drinking all the left over booze, because I am harder to get rid of than a verruca. Last night, I threw up lots. my body is pain and my brain is not working good. I have essays due in on thursday and friday.
Off to see the councerlor.
Thursday, April 20, 2006
End of the golden weather.
Oh well, tonight is my last night of eating all the food of my parents and staying up untill 1:30 watching cartoons. Tommorow I go back to wellington.
I have had a good time here. Got some reading done, got some eating done, got some meeting done, got absolutly nohomework done. But thats ok. I'll get it done on time. Either that, or I shall break under the stress and run through the libary reciting the complete works of shakespheare until they take me down with tranqualisers. You know who 'they' are. The C.E.V.E.
Anyway, the next couple of days are action packed! Tommorow my mother and sister acompany me to wellington, just for the hell of it really, with my new TV, box of fruit, shelf full of books and a cusion (thank you grandma and granddad!), and then I have to go to work to learn how to use the new tills. Because I am sure it will be so difficult. It's just a till people! It's not like we are launching the next mars probe! All I do is scold people with coffee and then drink!
I love my job.
On Saturday, however, my good friend of many years is having his 21st birthday party. This year is an interesting one for me, because all my friends, including me, turn 21. Anyway, what makes this 21st extra special happy drunk good is that apparently, somehow, nigh impossible though it may seem, I have attracted the eye of a lady. Indeed. Someone has finally been able to get past the fuzzy countanence and the frequent drunkeness to see the true man beneath! And apparently she has seen me drunk (which may account for my not knowing exactly who she is), and anyone who is ok with a crazied and drunken flan is fine by me. Of course, I still have to get that whole 'too socially inept to speak to person / too drunk to keep pants on' ballance thing right. The luck I shall need. May karma be with me.
Llama's are great. And two 'L's? What were they smoking?
I have had a good time here. Got some reading done, got some eating done, got some meeting done, got absolutly nohomework done. But thats ok. I'll get it done on time. Either that, or I shall break under the stress and run through the libary reciting the complete works of shakespheare until they take me down with tranqualisers. You know who 'they' are. The C.E.V.E.
Anyway, the next couple of days are action packed! Tommorow my mother and sister acompany me to wellington, just for the hell of it really, with my new TV, box of fruit, shelf full of books and a cusion (thank you grandma and granddad!), and then I have to go to work to learn how to use the new tills. Because I am sure it will be so difficult. It's just a till people! It's not like we are launching the next mars probe! All I do is scold people with coffee and then drink!
I love my job.
On Saturday, however, my good friend of many years is having his 21st birthday party. This year is an interesting one for me, because all my friends, including me, turn 21. Anyway, what makes this 21st extra special happy drunk good is that apparently, somehow, nigh impossible though it may seem, I have attracted the eye of a lady. Indeed. Someone has finally been able to get past the fuzzy countanence and the frequent drunkeness to see the true man beneath! And apparently she has seen me drunk (which may account for my not knowing exactly who she is), and anyone who is ok with a crazied and drunken flan is fine by me. Of course, I still have to get that whole 'too socially inept to speak to person / too drunk to keep pants on' ballance thing right. The luck I shall need. May karma be with me.
Llama's are great. And two 'L's? What were they smoking?
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Squashed, painfull and bleeding chilli.
Woo, what a day! Ever tried to find out how much punishment you can inflict unto your body during one day? Well, I just have! Today was filled with disturbing and painfull experiances, those of which I will now recount to you. Because I have nothing better to do. Everyone is watching 'Bones'. I wnat to be watching 'All grown up', the cartoon where all the rugrats kids have grown up and are now going through the pains of adolescance! Today, Tommy had his first kiss! Ahh, I remember the days... Or I would, but I was drunk at the time.
Anywhoo, that was an interesting segway, wasn't it? But today I played squash. I had a game of squash on Monday, if you remember, and I still had not recovered from it. So today I decided to add injury to injury, and put my aching limbs through the rigours of sport! I quite like sport, it's just that I don't do it often, and so when I do compete I am reduced to a stiff and hobbled old man, complete with groans and mistrust for the young.
One of the fun things about being alone in a house is cooking for yourself. This isn't so much fun if you dont know how to prepare food. Today I had nachos for luch, and decided to make my own relishy stuff! It worked Ok, so you shold all try it too!
Flan's Relishy Nacho Topping Stuff Recipe!
Take a tomato. Put it in a bowl.
Add some Sweet Chilli Sauce.
Add some Garlic.
Add some Peas.
Add some Cauliflower. Mine had been cooked.
Microwave.
You should proably puree it, but I had no puree machine, so I mushed it with a fork.
If it looks a bit mushy, add some flour. And perhaps some soy sauce. I don't know why the soy sauce, but it tasted good .
Microwave more.
Eat.
I swear to god that it tasted fine. And with all the vegies in it, it makes you feel less guilty about simply eating cheese flavoured chips with cheese topping.
But my day doesn't end there! No, I went to visit the blood suckers. It had been about two years since I had donated blood, mostly because the last time it happened I fainted. so I was kinda anxious about having my life juices stoled this time round. But my mother made me.
I don't like needles. I don't like blood. It's alright for my mother, she likes the blood .shes a nurse. She watches not only grapic medical dramas, but also graphic crime series. I watch cartoons. Lots or cartoons. I wish life was like the cartoons. As far as I know cartoons don't have to give blood. Did you know they take 10% of your blood? Thats like, 300 mls of blood I will never get back! But on the plus side, they gave me all the biscuts, because they were packing up, and I was a poor student.
I love karma.
Anywhoo, that was an interesting segway, wasn't it? But today I played squash. I had a game of squash on Monday, if you remember, and I still had not recovered from it. So today I decided to add injury to injury, and put my aching limbs through the rigours of sport! I quite like sport, it's just that I don't do it often, and so when I do compete I am reduced to a stiff and hobbled old man, complete with groans and mistrust for the young.
One of the fun things about being alone in a house is cooking for yourself. This isn't so much fun if you dont know how to prepare food. Today I had nachos for luch, and decided to make my own relishy stuff! It worked Ok, so you shold all try it too!
Flan's Relishy Nacho Topping Stuff Recipe!
Take a tomato. Put it in a bowl.
Add some Sweet Chilli Sauce.
Add some Garlic.
Add some Peas.
Add some Cauliflower. Mine had been cooked.
Microwave.
You should proably puree it, but I had no puree machine, so I mushed it with a fork.
If it looks a bit mushy, add some flour. And perhaps some soy sauce. I don't know why the soy sauce, but it tasted good .
Microwave more.
Eat.
I swear to god that it tasted fine. And with all the vegies in it, it makes you feel less guilty about simply eating cheese flavoured chips with cheese topping.
But my day doesn't end there! No, I went to visit the blood suckers. It had been about two years since I had donated blood, mostly because the last time it happened I fainted. so I was kinda anxious about having my life juices stoled this time round. But my mother made me.
I don't like needles. I don't like blood. It's alright for my mother, she likes the blood .shes a nurse. She watches not only grapic medical dramas, but also graphic crime series. I watch cartoons. Lots or cartoons. I wish life was like the cartoons. As far as I know cartoons don't have to give blood. Did you know they take 10% of your blood? Thats like, 300 mls of blood I will never get back! But on the plus side, they gave me all the biscuts, because they were packing up, and I was a poor student.
I love karma.
Monday, April 17, 2006
Multi media RAGE!
Today I watched a recap episode of 'Desperate Housewives.' What they should really call the show is 'CRAZY FUCKIN HOUSEWIVES AND THE CRAZIES AROUND THEM.' Because when I am in wellington I do not have a TV that works, I have not seen any substansial amount of TV for about two months. And yes, I am one of those people who get ridiculously hooked to TV programs. Scrubs, for example. But when you have been out of the loop for awhile and then have all the crazy condensed and fed through your veins intraveiniously, it starts to seem a little strange. How can anyone truly beleive a plot line like that? My old english teacher used to talk alot about shakesphere and the 'suspension of disbelief' that the audience needed to keep while watching a play like 'Romeo and Juliet', but a plot in which two kids meet, marry, sex and die in five days is nothing compared to most of what is on TV these days. Lost, for example. Show that to some Elizabethans and they would stone you. For some reason it has now become accepted to pile absurdity upon absurdity, murder upon murder, plot twist upon polt twist, and call it a 'story'. And it is accepted. Sure, this is fine in a comedy, like the simpsons or scrubs, wher certain rules are automatically thrown out the window, but we have to draw the line somewhere, right?
And we need to kill reality TV.
I have run out of things to download. I just don't have a big enough music knowledge base .Other people introduce me to music. I hardly ever find it on my own. Perhaps it is because I don't own a radio. But that isn't my fault. I don't own a radio because radio stations are crap. Nine songs in a row? That would be fine, Mr. Radio, if these weren't the same nine songs that were playing four months ago. as far as I am aware, new songs ARE comming out all the time. Mix it up a bit! Stop, Stop please God STOP playing that stupid Audioslave song all the fucking time, every fucking morning. It ruined my morning coffee three months ago, it certanly doesn't make it nice and rosy now. And the hour blocks of commercials between song blocks? Also not cool. Very not cool.
So we need to kill all radio people too. Especially the breakfast crews. Joke about frozen poo? Don't want to hear it. How about a stupid quiz? I don't want to think just after I have arisen. False and Falsetto laughter? My, why don't I just drive these here toothpicks into my ears and then go have a frontal lobotomy? THE RESULT IS THE SAME!
So yes, I hate all media. Unfortunately, this means I am completly out of touch wit the world. But it's a price I am willing to pay.
And we need to kill reality TV.
I have run out of things to download. I just don't have a big enough music knowledge base .Other people introduce me to music. I hardly ever find it on my own. Perhaps it is because I don't own a radio. But that isn't my fault. I don't own a radio because radio stations are crap. Nine songs in a row? That would be fine, Mr. Radio, if these weren't the same nine songs that were playing four months ago. as far as I am aware, new songs ARE comming out all the time. Mix it up a bit! Stop, Stop please God STOP playing that stupid Audioslave song all the fucking time, every fucking morning. It ruined my morning coffee three months ago, it certanly doesn't make it nice and rosy now. And the hour blocks of commercials between song blocks? Also not cool. Very not cool.
So we need to kill all radio people too. Especially the breakfast crews. Joke about frozen poo? Don't want to hear it. How about a stupid quiz? I don't want to think just after I have arisen. False and Falsetto laughter? My, why don't I just drive these here toothpicks into my ears and then go have a frontal lobotomy? THE RESULT IS THE SAME!
So yes, I hate all media. Unfortunately, this means I am completly out of touch wit the world. But it's a price I am willing to pay.
Cricket
I am guessing alot of people may not know this, because I have kept it under the rug, in the closet and in various pits in the garden as much as I can. This thing, that will surprise alot of you, is that I am, actually, a raving spots lunatic.
This is why i look forward to winter, and to summer, and in fact all the seasons. In winter I believe there is no better pursuit than lying wrapped up in a duvet with a pizza and a 24 pack of Tui and watch the Ab's play the Aussies or the South African's, and in the summer I am quite content to while the day away in a pub or on a enbankment watching the cricket. And this is why, at 12:40am, I am awake watching the live coverage of the Black caps vs. South Africa test match, 2nd day.
Now, even though I may be bored and starved of freindship, usually I would still refrain from broadcasting my sports knowledge over the net. But today I am appaled. I am appaled that Jacob Oram and Daniel Vettori have scored more runs in their partnership than all the top oder batsmen put together. Hang on, one or two of you cricket illeterates might say, 'I know the name Vettori, (and some might even know Oram), aren't they good cricketteers?' Yes, they are good. They are good bowlers. Not batsmen. And there is a big difference. It isn't simply just swinging a woody clum at a ball. The fact that bloody flemming still hasn't managed to get more than 19 runs the last five times ive seen him is crazy. Bloody hell.
And Vettori just brought up his half-century.
Anyway, finally! I got a strawpeoplesong downloaded! Now Playing: Sweet as the Punch, by the bloodhound gang! Yay!
This is why i look forward to winter, and to summer, and in fact all the seasons. In winter I believe there is no better pursuit than lying wrapped up in a duvet with a pizza and a 24 pack of Tui and watch the Ab's play the Aussies or the South African's, and in the summer I am quite content to while the day away in a pub or on a enbankment watching the cricket. And this is why, at 12:40am, I am awake watching the live coverage of the Black caps vs. South Africa test match, 2nd day.
Now, even though I may be bored and starved of freindship, usually I would still refrain from broadcasting my sports knowledge over the net. But today I am appaled. I am appaled that Jacob Oram and Daniel Vettori have scored more runs in their partnership than all the top oder batsmen put together. Hang on, one or two of you cricket illeterates might say, 'I know the name Vettori, (and some might even know Oram), aren't they good cricketteers?' Yes, they are good. They are good bowlers. Not batsmen. And there is a big difference. It isn't simply just swinging a woody clum at a ball. The fact that bloody flemming still hasn't managed to get more than 19 runs the last five times ive seen him is crazy. Bloody hell.
And Vettori just brought up his half-century.
Anyway, finally! I got a strawpeoplesong downloaded! Now Playing: Sweet as the Punch, by the bloodhound gang! Yay!
Sunday, April 16, 2006
Strawpeople
Why, why don't we have broadband? This is the only place where I can download music without infecting my freinds hard drives and without fear of the Virtual Enforcers of Copywright Enfringment (V.E.C.E. for short) comming down on me. But no, can I get any strawpeople songs? No of course not. I'm sorry, but the album that costs $15 in Real Groovy's bargan bin is just too far beyond my budget right now. I could download it at the uni like that, but I wouldn't be able to take it anywhere and everyone knows the VECE are all over places like that anyway. Last week someone was busted in the libaray. Their computer went dark and the tech guys came over and took her away, but we all knew it was VECE. Scary, huh?
Anyway, flights into paranioa excluded, cartoon network has been playing nothing but fosters home for imaginary freinds all day. All of it. I think there was an hour where 'The grim adventures of billy and mandy' was playing, but the rest of it is fosters. And repeats too. damn. but I have nothing to watch untill the wrestling comes on at 1am. So I suppose I'll just have to suck it up.
Tommorow, I am playing a game of squash with my grandmother. This will go well. For her. It will be another defeat for me in the long line of squash defeats. When she got married she said she would quit squash when one of her daughters was able to beat her on the squash court. Then it was when one of her grandchildren could beat her. Now the bet is 'Look, Flan, if you can't beat me by the time im seventy then we'll both give up, alright?' So I have four more years. but I get taken to lunch and a movie afterwards, so thats good. The movie has Judy Dench in it. Whew, if Judy were fifty years younger...Ahem.
Today was easter. hope you had a good one. Don't eat too much chocolate before bed. It makes you have bad dreams where your friends physcotic father knocks you and your friends out and ties you up with duct tape and puts you all in boxes with enough food for a day.
Because chocolate is Satan.
Anyway, flights into paranioa excluded, cartoon network has been playing nothing but fosters home for imaginary freinds all day. All of it. I think there was an hour where 'The grim adventures of billy and mandy' was playing, but the rest of it is fosters. And repeats too. damn. but I have nothing to watch untill the wrestling comes on at 1am. So I suppose I'll just have to suck it up.
Tommorow, I am playing a game of squash with my grandmother. This will go well. For her. It will be another defeat for me in the long line of squash defeats. When she got married she said she would quit squash when one of her daughters was able to beat her on the squash court. Then it was when one of her grandchildren could beat her. Now the bet is 'Look, Flan, if you can't beat me by the time im seventy then we'll both give up, alright?' So I have four more years. but I get taken to lunch and a movie afterwards, so thats good. The movie has Judy Dench in it. Whew, if Judy were fifty years younger...Ahem.
Today was easter. hope you had a good one. Don't eat too much chocolate before bed. It makes you have bad dreams where your friends physcotic father knocks you and your friends out and ties you up with duct tape and puts you all in boxes with enough food for a day.
Because chocolate is Satan.
Mah jong
Whoo, I got myself a Mah Jong set! It's cool! now all I need to do is decipher the near incomprhensible directions and learn how to play. And find three other people to tourture... I mean "learn" with me. Cause boy howdy is it complicated. The four winds and the wriggly dragons and imperial jades and don't even get started on how you are supposed to score the damn thing. Its like a crazy cross between poker, rummy, snap and crazy. Lots of crazy. But fun!
Anyway, at the moment I am using the internet. I wish I had broadband. I am downloading music, but don't know the right names for what I want to download .This makes it extra special fun! And icannot get on messenger. Because this computer is retarded. Retarded like a fox. so I cannot even ask the people who know what the songs are called what the songs are called. Blah.
At least Fosters Home for Imaginary Friends is on. It eases the pain. The pain of the fox .
Anyway, at the moment I am using the internet. I wish I had broadband. I am downloading music, but don't know the right names for what I want to download .This makes it extra special fun! And icannot get on messenger. Because this computer is retarded. Retarded like a fox. so I cannot even ask the people who know what the songs are called what the songs are called. Blah.
At least Fosters Home for Imaginary Friends is on. It eases the pain. The pain of the fox .
Saturday, April 15, 2006
Temporial warp.
Well, I am now back in Waipuk. There are several diffences between Waipukurau and Wellington, but when you are situated in one for any amount of time you forget just how different the other is. And the biggest difference is time.
After your four hour journey though the undulating coutryside of new zealand, up the east coast and through a number of towns which shouldn't really exist, like Shannon, except that people have to drive through them to get to other places, I always find that I have carried a little bit of wellington in whatever vehicle I am traveling in. Like in a plane, where they shut you in and recycle the air, comming round Pukeora hill into waipuk is like opening the plane door for the first time. Your comfortable, compact little peice of whatever place you came from is sucked out into nothing and you are hit full on by the climate of whatever place you happen to be in. Sometimes the climate is hot, sometimes the climate is cold. In Waipuk the climate is Boredom.
Time travels at half speed in waipuk. In welly time has to compact itself to get between the buildings, but in waipuk it just spreads the fuck out and says 'nope, Im not going nowhere fast.' And, because it's waipuk, it then says 'ow bro.'
I kinda like it. It is nice to just sit around in a place where it is not always raining, and vegetate for a little while. The big shock, of course, happens when you step off the bus in welly.
so what have I been doing for the last couple of days? No doubt you have been missing the witty recount of my every waking moment. Well, let me tell you! I went to Tussock bar, the massey bar, and drank too much. Because it was $5.50 a jug. Thats alot of booze, for not much money. Then on friday, I was hungover. This is surprising. i haven't been hungover in a little while. So I went out for a walk, to clear me head, and buy avocardo and tomatoes for my toast. Now, some of you may know this, but I did not, but there is nothing open on Good Friday. Nothing, except Mr. Bun's. Crazy. So i had food there. But wellington without the shops is a very different town. There are still quite alot of people around, but, instead of being roudy, runnning talking or just drunk, they are all asleap. All over the place. I went for a walk along the waterfront, and there were people just sleeping all over the place. It was really cool. Everone just laxed out, enjoying the sun .
Do any of you beleive that the supermarkets should be open on the easter holidays? I don't. Let them have the day off. Sure, I was annoyed that I couldn't get my tomatoe or an avocardo, but fuck it. Everyone was just having a good time, sleeping all over the place. In fact, we should close down everything on a easter holiday . Mr. Bun's, the petrol station, everything. We can all buy some food on thusday and have a picnic on fri, and the nall seista in the sun. Because to see all those people just realxing the day away was amazing.
We all need a break sometime. And its much more fun when everyone is breaking with you.
After your four hour journey though the undulating coutryside of new zealand, up the east coast and through a number of towns which shouldn't really exist, like Shannon, except that people have to drive through them to get to other places, I always find that I have carried a little bit of wellington in whatever vehicle I am traveling in. Like in a plane, where they shut you in and recycle the air, comming round Pukeora hill into waipuk is like opening the plane door for the first time. Your comfortable, compact little peice of whatever place you came from is sucked out into nothing and you are hit full on by the climate of whatever place you happen to be in. Sometimes the climate is hot, sometimes the climate is cold. In Waipuk the climate is Boredom.
Time travels at half speed in waipuk. In welly time has to compact itself to get between the buildings, but in waipuk it just spreads the fuck out and says 'nope, Im not going nowhere fast.' And, because it's waipuk, it then says 'ow bro.'
I kinda like it. It is nice to just sit around in a place where it is not always raining, and vegetate for a little while. The big shock, of course, happens when you step off the bus in welly.
so what have I been doing for the last couple of days? No doubt you have been missing the witty recount of my every waking moment. Well, let me tell you! I went to Tussock bar, the massey bar, and drank too much. Because it was $5.50 a jug. Thats alot of booze, for not much money. Then on friday, I was hungover. This is surprising. i haven't been hungover in a little while. So I went out for a walk, to clear me head, and buy avocardo and tomatoes for my toast. Now, some of you may know this, but I did not, but there is nothing open on Good Friday. Nothing, except Mr. Bun's. Crazy. So i had food there. But wellington without the shops is a very different town. There are still quite alot of people around, but, instead of being roudy, runnning talking or just drunk, they are all asleap. All over the place. I went for a walk along the waterfront, and there were people just sleeping all over the place. It was really cool. Everone just laxed out, enjoying the sun .
Do any of you beleive that the supermarkets should be open on the easter holidays? I don't. Let them have the day off. Sure, I was annoyed that I couldn't get my tomatoe or an avocardo, but fuck it. Everyone was just having a good time, sleeping all over the place. In fact, we should close down everything on a easter holiday . Mr. Bun's, the petrol station, everything. We can all buy some food on thusday and have a picnic on fri, and the nall seista in the sun. Because to see all those people just realxing the day away was amazing.
We all need a break sometime. And its much more fun when everyone is breaking with you.
Thursday, April 13, 2006
bogger bogger bogger!
Yup, not much happening here. Just had to go to civic video to get my Tekken 5 back, because I accidentally gave it to them when I returned the twenty Neon Genisis Evangelion Dvd's thaty were due back. Oh well.
Tonight I go to the Massey bar 'Tussock' with a few mates. Why? Because today is the last day for massey students. Drinking aplenty, and their beer is cheaper than ours too. Unfortunately my 'im a writer' stint doesn't work so well with the massey ladies. Because people at massey don't read. Never.
Ah well. Tommorow Spasm arrives in welly (proably) and then this weekend I am going home for about four days, to eat food, then I come back to welly for a 21st, then there are assignments. Lots of assignments. Allt he assignments I have never hoped for.
So much fun, and then so many assignments. Sigh.
Tonight I go to the Massey bar 'Tussock' with a few mates. Why? Because today is the last day for massey students. Drinking aplenty, and their beer is cheaper than ours too. Unfortunately my 'im a writer' stint doesn't work so well with the massey ladies. Because people at massey don't read. Never.
Ah well. Tommorow Spasm arrives in welly (proably) and then this weekend I am going home for about four days, to eat food, then I come back to welly for a 21st, then there are assignments. Lots of assignments. Allt he assignments I have never hoped for.
So much fun, and then so many assignments. Sigh.
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
average
nothing spoecial happening today! Nope, nothing at all. Just up at uni to have some kai and read a bit of Hemmingway, and thats about it really.
No strange dreams to report, no interesting thoughts, I'm just acting on auto right now, before I actually start my essays. Lalala.
How much do we rely on other people for support? even me, a self made hermit, cares deeply about what other people think about me. Just hearing another person call muy name in a crown, weather it be intended for me or not, is enough to set my heart racing. No matter what I am doing, it seems like my body is geared for other people.
The sad thing about this, however, is that I don't seem to have the social skills to actually pull of a decient conversation anymore, let alone start one up. Especially small talk. God i hate small talk. Unless i am really familiar with someone I just cannot keep it going.
Other Person: Hey, how's your day been?
Me: Oh, pretty good. Youself?
OP: Yeah. Nothing to complain about.
Me: ...
OP: So, I heard you have a job now.
Me: Yup.
OP: How is it?
Me: well, you know, pretty good.
OP: Good.
Me: ....
OP: ....
Me: well, I have to go...over here now.
And thats it. I am sure that I am supposed to find something to say in those little blank spaces of conversation, but I end up wondering weather the topics that I would introduce into the conversation would be actually worthwile or.. right? Damn, got no words at the moment.
See Ya. Gotta go... over there.
No strange dreams to report, no interesting thoughts, I'm just acting on auto right now, before I actually start my essays. Lalala.
How much do we rely on other people for support? even me, a self made hermit, cares deeply about what other people think about me. Just hearing another person call muy name in a crown, weather it be intended for me or not, is enough to set my heart racing. No matter what I am doing, it seems like my body is geared for other people.
The sad thing about this, however, is that I don't seem to have the social skills to actually pull of a decient conversation anymore, let alone start one up. Especially small talk. God i hate small talk. Unless i am really familiar with someone I just cannot keep it going.
Other Person: Hey, how's your day been?
Me: Oh, pretty good. Youself?
OP: Yeah. Nothing to complain about.
Me: ...
OP: So, I heard you have a job now.
Me: Yup.
OP: How is it?
Me: well, you know, pretty good.
OP: Good.
Me: ....
OP: ....
Me: well, I have to go...over here now.
And thats it. I am sure that I am supposed to find something to say in those little blank spaces of conversation, but I end up wondering weather the topics that I would introduce into the conversation would be actually worthwile or.. right? Damn, got no words at the moment.
See Ya. Gotta go... over there.
Monday, April 10, 2006
Speed pool
Well, I was just having a game of speed pool with a workmate, and after the experiance decided that I would have to share it with all of you.
Speed pool is one of those spots on par with wobbly leg chair racing (where you race chairs with plastic legs down a hall bysitting on them and rocking from side to side, similar to chair rodeo), Hostel caving (where you try and burrow underneath all the debree of a room to find your bed) and office chair ten pin (needs 11 chairs set up like a boling alley. For extra fun, be on the chair as it is 'bowled'!).
In speed pool, the white ball is not allowed to stop. as a result, you end up racing around a table, sinking as many of your opponents ball as your own. Fun times in taho indeed. For extra fun, try using only one pool cue, pasing it back and forth between you! This elevates pool from a quiet, dignified spot to one that is athletic, and in some instances, a contact spot.
Fun!
Speed pool is one of those spots on par with wobbly leg chair racing (where you race chairs with plastic legs down a hall bysitting on them and rocking from side to side, similar to chair rodeo), Hostel caving (where you try and burrow underneath all the debree of a room to find your bed) and office chair ten pin (needs 11 chairs set up like a boling alley. For extra fun, be on the chair as it is 'bowled'!).
In speed pool, the white ball is not allowed to stop. as a result, you end up racing around a table, sinking as many of your opponents ball as your own. Fun times in taho indeed. For extra fun, try using only one pool cue, pasing it back and forth between you! This elevates pool from a quiet, dignified spot to one that is athletic, and in some instances, a contact spot.
Fun!
FULL
ITS FULL! THE LIBARY IS FULL! What the hell are all these people doing here? It's the first monday of the holidays, people! It's not like your assignments have to be in today or anything! This should be a time for rest and relaxation and booze and boozeation!
So yeah, here I am, on thefirst monday of the holidays, getting a head start on my next two assignments. What have I turned into? A student? well, I have always been a student, but now I find that I am a student in the actuall 'I do work and hand it in on time even though im in third year I stil can't spell for shit' kind of student. But the strange thing is that I haven't had to lessen my workload to become the new and improved Flan: Super student. No. I still drink heavilly, go out for parties, watch dvd's and even have a job. To use a popular colloqual expression: WTF?
Yes. WTF. WTF indeed. Bloody crazies.
In other news, me good friend comes to welly in four days! (I think) Yay! Gotta start making some new magic decks!
Because I am a nerd.
So yeah, here I am, on thefirst monday of the holidays, getting a head start on my next two assignments. What have I turned into? A student? well, I have always been a student, but now I find that I am a student in the actuall 'I do work and hand it in on time even though im in third year I stil can't spell for shit' kind of student. But the strange thing is that I haven't had to lessen my workload to become the new and improved Flan: Super student. No. I still drink heavilly, go out for parties, watch dvd's and even have a job. To use a popular colloqual expression: WTF?
Yes. WTF. WTF indeed. Bloody crazies.
In other news, me good friend comes to welly in four days! (I think) Yay! Gotta start making some new magic decks!
Because I am a nerd.
Friday, April 07, 2006
Le Carnage
French? I don't really know...
Anyway, last night, and all that ensured. To my great surprise, I didn't get too drunk make a fool of myself and then coma out in a park untill my drinking buddies called me a taxi. No, this time it was someone else who did that. Nor, however, did I ask hot chick out on a date. But that was ok. I drank alot of Gennius, spent alot of money, walked around with people untill 2am reciting poetry and talking about the mechanics of love, then watched about half of the 'English Patient' drinking coffee and eating biscuts and then went home for three hours of sleep in preperation for work.
and all is good in the world. I have my Joy back.
I don't know how it happened, but today I am joyful again. Life is bliss. So good did I feel that even though I was slightly hungover I decided to do an extra two hours at work, just to help out. There is alot to be joyful for, and I am 'digging' it. i have also been reading too much Jack Keuroac. And I am enjoying it some good.
This weekend I do not think I will do much. I have been invited to a party, but I am thinking that staying in bed and watching movies is a better idea. Also, I really don't have enough money to party successfully. sorry guys, I am sure your party will be fine anyway. I would have proably blown chunks all over your carpet.
I haven't thrown up in a year, by the way.
Anyway, last night, and all that ensured. To my great surprise, I didn't get too drunk make a fool of myself and then coma out in a park untill my drinking buddies called me a taxi. No, this time it was someone else who did that. Nor, however, did I ask hot chick out on a date. But that was ok. I drank alot of Gennius, spent alot of money, walked around with people untill 2am reciting poetry and talking about the mechanics of love, then watched about half of the 'English Patient' drinking coffee and eating biscuts and then went home for three hours of sleep in preperation for work.
and all is good in the world. I have my Joy back.
I don't know how it happened, but today I am joyful again. Life is bliss. So good did I feel that even though I was slightly hungover I decided to do an extra two hours at work, just to help out. There is alot to be joyful for, and I am 'digging' it. i have also been reading too much Jack Keuroac. And I am enjoying it some good.
This weekend I do not think I will do much. I have been invited to a party, but I am thinking that staying in bed and watching movies is a better idea. Also, I really don't have enough money to party successfully. sorry guys, I am sure your party will be fine anyway. I would have proably blown chunks all over your carpet.
I haven't thrown up in a year, by the way.
Thursday, April 06, 2006
Geeky, geeky in-text referancing.
Busy busy I have been. Yesterday I had all the work, the nine hours of it, and today I have just finished helping out not just at the cafe but also at functions. At the Vic Law campus. Bloody lawers! They actually have tea and scones in their lectures/ tutorials! And poor smoes like me are paid to clean up after them! Well, I suppose the joke is on them, for they have to pay ridiculous prices for their course and their tea! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! Idiots.
Anyway, tonight is a big night. The creative writing group is getting back together for catch up drinks. This is a big thing for two reasons: a) I will have someone to drink with, and writers as a group tend to enjoy the drinkies, and b) a certain girl (see 'Valentines idea of a joke', Feb 14th) that I have not had the courage to text for sometime (see 'This txt is for your Love', Feb 27th) will be there. The problem is, of course, a) trying not to seem like a complete idiot while quietly trying to ingnite the torch of passioon that never actually existed and b) Not getting depressed and submiting my body to the tourtures of alcohol to get over it, end result being me making a complete idiot of myself, proably naked (see MY LIFE).
so yeah, there be a strong possiblity that I will look like an idiot.
In other news, me good time buddy Spasm (go see his site! The link is just over there -> ) is comming to wellington soon and we shall be able to catch up and do all the geeky things we do, which is mainly talk about movies and play Magic. So tell me when you are comming down dude, so I can plan me holidays! Yes, I know you read this!
Ummm, yeah. Got me some tutorials today. Hopefully get some more marks back. Cause I got an 'A'. Ohh Yeah.
Anyway, tonight is a big night. The creative writing group is getting back together for catch up drinks. This is a big thing for two reasons: a) I will have someone to drink with, and writers as a group tend to enjoy the drinkies, and b) a certain girl (see 'Valentines idea of a joke', Feb 14th) that I have not had the courage to text for sometime (see 'This txt is for your Love', Feb 27th) will be there. The problem is, of course, a) trying not to seem like a complete idiot while quietly trying to ingnite the torch of passioon that never actually existed and b) Not getting depressed and submiting my body to the tourtures of alcohol to get over it, end result being me making a complete idiot of myself, proably naked (see MY LIFE).
so yeah, there be a strong possiblity that I will look like an idiot.
In other news, me good time buddy Spasm (go see his site! The link is just over there -> ) is comming to wellington soon and we shall be able to catch up and do all the geeky things we do, which is mainly talk about movies and play Magic. So tell me when you are comming down dude, so I can plan me holidays! Yes, I know you read this!
Ummm, yeah. Got me some tutorials today. Hopefully get some more marks back. Cause I got an 'A'. Ohh Yeah.
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
ohh yeah!
Who be saying I cannot drink and still function as a human being? Well, today I got my first assignment back. I got an 'A' baby! Ohh yeah! This is only my second 'A' mark I have received, so I s teh good happy. I was even 300 words short of the limit! HAHA! take that! Ohh yeah. Excuse me, but this is just going to be a post exhalting myself.
in other news, I have a drinks outing to go to with all the fiction workshop people, and perhaps some of the poetry people as well. Hurrah! Social drinking! so much more rewarding than drinking in bed watching billy connoly! Although that was pretty good too.
Oh well, off to eastside to read about how cool I am.
in other news, I have a drinks outing to go to with all the fiction workshop people, and perhaps some of the poetry people as well. Hurrah! Social drinking! so much more rewarding than drinking in bed watching billy connoly! Although that was pretty good too.
Oh well, off to eastside to read about how cool I am.
Sunday, April 02, 2006
Teh problems
This weekend should have been one of the most enjoyable in living memeory. On thursday, a package arrived from my auntie in the states that contained all sorts of easy to prepare and get fat from delicasies only foun in the USA, and on friday I finished off my last essay for a month, had ONE jug of tui at eastside, which I often find pretty difficult, had a good go at the crossword in the Dom post, went to town with my monies, had roti chanai, the tastiest spicy foodthing around and then spent $13 hiring out DVD's and I bought a book. The DVD's were:
Beserk, vol 5: the bloodiest anime around with funny outtakes
Trigun 3 + 7: I can watch this one out of order because I have seen them all before
Evangellion 1 + 2: Everyone knows Evangellion. Apart from me.
Billy connoly 200?: I forget what year it was, but Billy still funny.
And Scrubs, season three, my favorite TV seris ever.
Who wouldn't be happy with that? Sitting in bed, eating popcorn and Drinking Pepsi Max (To the EXTREEME! No, honestly, it doesn't taste too bad) all day. All of it.
But I had made one fatal error. Scrubs: Season three, while being really, really funny, is also hell depressing. That is because I have decided I am J.D., the main character of the show if you haven't seen Scrubs (SHAME!). Except for one or two differences, that I shall detail here,we are EXACTLY the same.
The diffences are:
J.D has:
- cooler hair than mine,
- better body,
- a kick arse soundtrack for his life,
- a job that doesn't make him want to strangle people,
- freinds who don't live a) up a mountain or b) in auckland
- a stuffed dog called 'rowdy' (mine is called Max and now lives in Japan)
- the ablity to fall over and not get hurt
- something to live for
- and, this is the most importaint one, for the whole of season three J.D. was sad because he had a woman who wanted to go and have sex with him all the time, but the woman he wanted to sex was sexing another man, but when J.D. asked the one he wanted to sex to stop sexing other people and sex him instead, she did and then he decided that he no longer wanted the sex.
And we are supposed to feel sorry for him.
Well, I'm sorry, Mr. J.D, but I have not had sex, nor anyone in my bed, for a year. I have not woken up next to anyone, not had a hug, no kiss, not even really been in a position to worry about these things happening to me, because although I think I am a decient example of humanliness, noone has show ANY inclination to do anyhting like that with me. In fact, the only person who has show any inclination towards anyhting like that lives 15,000 km away, and although we have broken up, this is still unlikely to change at any near juncture. So you can take your cool hair and 'oh my god I've got too much woman to know what to do with' attitude and just FUCK OFF.
so then I went out and bought myself a bottle of wine with the last of my money because, apparently, the only way I know how to deal with life is to drown it. That is why I am getting a counceling appointment. Goddamn. Goddamn indeed.
Here we go again.
Beserk, vol 5: the bloodiest anime around with funny outtakes
Trigun 3 + 7: I can watch this one out of order because I have seen them all before
Evangellion 1 + 2: Everyone knows Evangellion. Apart from me.
Billy connoly 200?: I forget what year it was, but Billy still funny.
And Scrubs, season three, my favorite TV seris ever.
Who wouldn't be happy with that? Sitting in bed, eating popcorn and Drinking Pepsi Max (To the EXTREEME! No, honestly, it doesn't taste too bad) all day. All of it.
But I had made one fatal error. Scrubs: Season three, while being really, really funny, is also hell depressing. That is because I have decided I am J.D., the main character of the show if you haven't seen Scrubs (SHAME!). Except for one or two differences, that I shall detail here,we are EXACTLY the same.
The diffences are:
J.D has:
- cooler hair than mine,
- better body,
- a kick arse soundtrack for his life,
- a job that doesn't make him want to strangle people,
- freinds who don't live a) up a mountain or b) in auckland
- a stuffed dog called 'rowdy' (mine is called Max and now lives in Japan)
- the ablity to fall over and not get hurt
- something to live for
- and, this is the most importaint one, for the whole of season three J.D. was sad because he had a woman who wanted to go and have sex with him all the time, but the woman he wanted to sex was sexing another man, but when J.D. asked the one he wanted to sex to stop sexing other people and sex him instead, she did and then he decided that he no longer wanted the sex.
And we are supposed to feel sorry for him.
Well, I'm sorry, Mr. J.D, but I have not had sex, nor anyone in my bed, for a year. I have not woken up next to anyone, not had a hug, no kiss, not even really been in a position to worry about these things happening to me, because although I think I am a decient example of humanliness, noone has show ANY inclination to do anyhting like that with me. In fact, the only person who has show any inclination towards anyhting like that lives 15,000 km away, and although we have broken up, this is still unlikely to change at any near juncture. So you can take your cool hair and 'oh my god I've got too much woman to know what to do with' attitude and just FUCK OFF.
so then I went out and bought myself a bottle of wine with the last of my money because, apparently, the only way I know how to deal with life is to drown it. That is why I am getting a counceling appointment. Goddamn. Goddamn indeed.
Here we go again.
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