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Thanks for your ideas on the last project. Now I need you to write a 120 word profile of me for a Contributor’s Page. Go on, you know you wanna (admittedly I think I’ve written mine, but I’d be interested in hearing your ideas anyway).

Sometime this week I am going to Swan Lake. Ahh the ballet – do do do do do do etc. On sunday I’m going to go and watch Brad dance like a horse in his latest production. Unfortunately no animal costumes will be involved. There was, however, someone dressed like a camel at the Auckland Zoo the other week. I heart people in animal costumes.

I have eight and a half more workdays left here before I am jobless. I’ve also come to the conclusion that I really must buy some more St John’s Wort, because this latest bout of “I am teh useless, I am teh suck” has coincided with not taking any.

In geeky updates, I finally got Season Six of Buffy on DVD yesterday. While it was originally the first season I bought, video is so 2002. Imagine my glee at discovering that you can just turn on the subtitles for the commentary tracks, rather than having to turn on the subtitles for the speaking whilst listening to the commentary! And the glee at panel discussions being on there, and also being able to watch ‘Once More With Feeling’ every single day without having to rewind. I already have the songs stuck in my head without having watched it this time. Now my Whedon collection is complete, what will I do? I remember years ago when I was buying some of the DVDs at Real Groovy (on promo CD trade in money) the girl behind the counter was like “Oh yeah I can’t wait for the Charmed box set to come out” and I was like omg stfu they’re nothing alike.

I’m still working on my huge big Journal Footnote Restoration Project, and I’ve discovered a whole bunch of hidden files which I’d forgotten about, which is great cos they add a whole new layer. Imagine me feeling embarrassed when a boy moaned “oh baby” at me in the heat of the moment. In fact, imagine me freaking out at touching a penis for the first time. And then a year or so later there was the worry that i’d sent a topless photo to someone unscrupulous – dearie dearie me. I posted this comment in someone’s blog this week

“To grossly generalise, Bloggers put links all over the place and think that they have political leanings and important opinions. Journallers used to write in very small verdana font and are all about the navel gazing woe-is-me, my life is pain and I am such a special individual snowflake, no one understands me” followed up by “Oh, and further to my definition, bloggers are all metaphorically giving each other oral pleasure, with the “so and so posted this and it’s great” cross linking, while journallers are all doing each other in real life”

(see where it says “oral pleasure”? I wanted to say “sucking each other’s cocks” but thought that would be rude). I am so over people with blogs, but all the journallers died. Or at least their journals did. Other amusing revelations from file digging has turned up the fact that while I was the only member of the Millennium Club to graduate on time, the others are either with baby or with husband now.

What else? I think that’s pretty much it. So yeah, contributor’s profile please. Or if you don’t want to write about me, post yours.

This is me not writing one of like 3 or 4 reports that I’m supposed to be writing. Yes, I am a bad bad girl. I have an awful lot of work on right now. I was at tech from noon until after 8pm today, and I imagine the rest of the week will follow a similar pattern. You end up going kinda stir crazy in the labs, especially when there’s not that many people there except for like Nikki and Helen. I wish I could turn cartwheels. I had huge huge urges to do them today – a combination of sneakers and frustration I guess. My sneakers are good because they’re pumas, and Puma wasn’t mentioned in “No Logo” so therefore they can’t be exploiting anyone anywhere, really. I just wonder why Sirling Sports uses Korn on their TV ads to advertise Puma. Haven’t they ever heard of a little song called “A.D.I.D.A.S” ?

I spent the evening fighting with Quest. It’s such a dumb fucking program, but I suspect Authorware would have been as bad. I don’t know how to put in links from one page to another, which is just a wee bit of a problem. I think I only like Timeline based programs like Flash and Director now. I suspect that my journal entries for the rest of the week will be as boring as this one. I was emailing Kini at work today, as you do, and I was like (okay, paraphrasing now) “Kini I’m bored and tense, I want a shag – don’t tell me to go for a jog instead” and she wrote me back going “go for a jog instead and save yourself a whole heap’o trouble” and so I wrote back “since when have i ever had any trouble after shags?” She stopped writing to me then. I heart Kini. Lots and lots. When I’m a millionaire, I’m so going to hire a herd of elephants to come storming up her street scattering rose petals, just to suprise her. And if you think I’m spoiling the suprise by saying it here, well, would you really think it’s something you’d expect anyways?

I’m starting to suspect that none of my flatmates live here anymore, except the dishes stacked on the bench would suggest otherwise. Ooh, I jsut had a 2 minute chat with Brad who just got home, and will be getting up again at 5.30am for his internship. Clay’s not home – I have no idea where he is. Probabyl somewhere with Kara. Kate WAS home, but has since gone to Johnno’s. I may as well live alone at this rate! However, Jeremy might move in over the summer, subletting Kate’s room while she’s in Queenstown, so that’d be cool.

I couldn’t sleep last night, so I read a “Freshman Dorm” book that I stole from Morrison. It was every bit as atrocious as the name sounds. I’m not that sleepy today, all things considered. I’ve drank an awful lot of water, so I’m peeing every 20 minutes. Oh, did I tell you about our new flat game? It’s called 5PLUS. All it involves is us each trying to have five or more servings of fruit & veges a day, and keeping talley on the whiteboard. Sounds simple, I know, but it’s a way for us to be competitive AND be healthy. Brilliant. Of course, having said that, we’ve now run out of fruit, and god knows when anyone will have time to go to the vege store. Of course, Foodtown IS 24 hours, but I’m already in my Pajamas. I’m sleepy. It’s midnight. I should write a report on our special technological problem, or do a report on the entire project, but no. Wrist hurts. Should sleep, or read crap books or somefink. Do you know what I want? I want a giant to sleep with. No, this isn’t some penis size thing – it’s that cats always sleep curled up at the back of your knees, right? Well, I want someone so big that I can sleep curled up in THEIR knees. It’s different from spooning. I’d also love a Tiger to sleep with. That’d be lovely, as long as it was tame.

I read an article that discussed whether or not penguins fall over backwards due to watching aeroplanes flying overhead. This makes me laugh lots. I like penguins. I like bears. I like people in animal costumes. And pirates too. There should be more pirates on TV.

“arrrrr squiddy, I’ve nothing against you!”

A pinch and a punch and a damn good thrashing for the first of the month.

Brad Clay and I hung out together tonight and wrote a list of what we’re looking for in our new flatmate. Here’s the list, copied out exactly from the Bible:

• Sky TV (digital)
• Cook us breakfast in the weekend
• they must have a ‘role’ ie: bring home videos etc
• with own wok and cooking skills
• not be an Internet nerd (but internet gf/bf is okay if we get Randell)
• MUST like pop music, dancing, Dawson’s Creek
• able to clean up after themselves but not be like Bob Saget
• must not be Bob Saget
• we shouldn’t want to shag them, because as we all know you must never ever screw the crew Joanna, but they should have cute friends
• have a cellphone (not really)
• have a party trick, a certain “gene se qua, what the french call…..”
• must have a job benificial to the flat (ie bakery products!)
• would help if they were Robbie Williams (but not essential)
• NOT a 1st year preferably, our age
• have flatted before, must be able to tell us why they left their last flat
• have a waffle iron
• must think someone wearing an animal suit is funny
• fix-it type
• does not steal street signs
• two dining chairs
• not a star-fucker
• “media savvy”
• who will hang out with us (but not clingy)
• puff the magic dragon what?
• go on a flat mission
• survive a month without us
• be an initiator

My daddy came to see me tonihgt cos he’s in Auckland escorting around a bunch of Taiwanese, who NZ trades with but won’t recognize as a seperate nation. Go figure. Anyways, I served him tea and cake, and felt ever so grown up.