~ Saturday, February 08, 2003
Oh effing great! I am so NOT!
Just shoot me!
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alt="Airhead Heffalump">Okay, so I'm on a bit of a Star Wars kick right now. They've showed the original three on tv over the last three nights. Return of the Jedi only finished an hour ago. Nathalie what have you done to me! I was looking at Harrison Ford in a well slightly different light. At least in his Indiana Jones capacity. I guess I've always kind of had a thing for Han Solo anyway. But I'd never thought about Indie being kind of sexy before.
I've always loved Star Wars, I remember watching it on tv when I was about 9. There was a large amount of begging involved in order for my parents to let me stay up and watch it though. And then I saw the re-releases with Asha and no matter how bad episode I and II have been I've still seen them at least once each. Besides they have Ewan McGregor.
~ Friday, February 07, 2003
Okay so now I'm back! Rah! Had the photos' taken. The photographer was a crack up. Of course he's funny to get us to smile, but it worked. We had a family potrait done then he wanted to do black and white studies of me and Erin. Erin went first then me. He had me sit on the doorstep (the whole studio was inside but it was set up like the outside of a wooden cabin), put an elbow on my knee and rest my chin on my hand. It was quite disconcerting actually because he'd say 'lean this was' ' tilt you head a little this way' and so on then suddenly he'd go 'Great!' 'That's looks brilliant' 'and he'd take the photo.
The trip in general was alright, we left a lot later that I wanted but we got there. The most important thing for me was that I got to go to Kuirau park. I wanted to get some water from the footbaths so I can use it this year. And I did so yay!
~ Tuesday, February 04, 2003
Oh joy. Now that I've been so stressed lately my glandular fever has come back. Another 6 months til I can donate blood now. On the up side at least I get to go away this friday. Yay.
~ Sunday, February 02, 2003
I didn't actually mean to finish that last post then. I just wanted to hit the post and publish button so I wouldn't kepp going on. I'm probably being a bit over the top about this but you know, hormones. And my fingers were starting to get sore from slamming on the keys.
Okay I feel a bit better now.
Well it's been a lovely overcast day today. We had an hour and a half of thunder this afternoon which I loved. Suits my mood perfectly.
I hate men! (most of them. There are a few good ones. Like Luke. He at least seems to be nice AND real.) What is wrong with thier brains? Do they have some section missing? The one that tells them 'think about other people. How are they going to feel about this? How will this action affect them?'
Apparently.
My flatmates, I don't know how many of them were involved in this but at least Todd and Mark and I suspect Ivan and possibly Matt. What's the problem you ask? Well we now have 6 flatmates for A semester. Her name is Sarah. That is all I know!! I got an email today that hidden amonst things about washing machine hire costs said 'Thanks to Todd for finding us a 6th flatmate, Sarah.'
Who the hell is this girl!!!!!!!!! It's not that I have anything against her, I can't! I don't know anything to have against her. Where was the point at which all members of the flat discussed this, found out about her and decided as a unit that we want her to live with us?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm sorry it seems to have gone clear out of my mind. Bastards! It just really gets to me that they didn't mention anything. Not a word until now. I wouldn't be in the least surprised if all of them had been in on it and just figured I'd be happy with it. It's like last year when we were going home from the Hilly and they took Seth's car and left me to walk. Did they stop and pick me up? Hell no! They drove past waving! This is late at night leaving a single female to walk all the fuck the way back to College Hall by herself through the dark unsafe fucking university grounds.
These guys are my friends right. I do care about them. Want them to be happy, but it just feels like most of the time I'm an afterthought to them. 'Lets go to Whangamata Matt and Ivan.' . . . . . . . . . 'Oh hey maybe we should ask Megan.' From Ivan recently 'So do you think you'll come with us this weekend?' my reply: 'huh?' Ivan: 'We're going to go to Rotorua to stay with Matt.'
I think I was even an afterthought when it came to flatting arrangements. FUCK!!!!!
I don't know why I came to write in my blog. Nobody reads it. Nat talks to me most days and I think Jules has been too busy lately. But I felt like I wanted to say something profound. Unfortunately I don't know anything profound. My mood right now is emotional scrambled eggs. Possibly partly due to hormones but also a fair bit to environmental circumstances I fear.
Right now I'd love to have a (warm) cottage somewhere in a remote location in Scotland. Of course I would need internet and it would not be allowed to be too remote 'cause I'd need fairly easy access to food etc. Maybe an hour from some large town so I could go in there if I really wanted. Lots of forrest to wander through. Maybe a rugged yet sensitive scottish bush ranger person (wearing a kilt) to meet unexpectedly in a glade whilst watching a deer drink from a stream. And of course the ranger would be carrying an injured squirell and I'd take him back to my cottage so he could treat the squirell. And so we end up spending a tortured night awake hoping the squirell will pull through. And sometime during the experience we would realise that that we are soulmates. And the squirell would pull through and we'd have a wedding with all my hundreds of friends that I've made around wandering in the forrests. And I'd find out that the ranger has really rich parents that completely support his every desicion and want to pay for everything for the rest of our lives so we can live in harmony. But knowing my luck the ranger would run off with a female ranger person who wandered by the glade one day. And I would have no income 'cause the parents think I ruined thier little boys life and I wouldn't be able to get a job because they've sabotaged my career and no one within a hundred miles will hire me. Then I'll end up living in a dilapidated cottage in the middle of nowhere with a squirell named Andrew.
Oh dear. Shoot me. Shoot me now.
