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October 9th, 2000 — 9:13am

Monday October 9th, 2000

I wasn’t going to update but then I’d hate for certain people to have to write more themselves because no one else has updated, so here we go, stuff.

Brad and I saw ‘American Psycho’ last night. I just have to return some videos….. It was a really really good film, I enjoyed it a lot. In fact, I was laughing my head off, so possibley other people in the theatre may have thought I was a little strange, but the thing is that it was SUPPOSED to be funny. And if people weren’t laughing, they didn’t get it. Now, I know a lot of femminists were against the movie and the book, but to my way of figuring it, he killed fairly indiscriminantly, so it wasn’t glamourization of violence against women specifically. And Christian Bale was fantastic. I’m so glad they didn’t get Leonardo Di Caprico for it.

Around this time last week, i was swimming

I gave Brad a lift into tech today, and we decided to chance the “full” carpark and he very eagleeyed spotted an empty carpark, so I was super impressed with him. Bloody matinees at the Civic, people taking all of my parking room, how rude! So I bought Brad a cheeseburger in gratitude for saving me the stress of having to find somewhere else to park. I spent a couple’o hours at tech finishing off my Instructional Design assignment. Designers Edge is such a buggy piece of software crap, I despise it passionately. But it’s done now. And then I helped Kate B sort out her Flash piece on the movie of Saved By the Bell. Well, I kinda helped her, and a grad dip helped us both.

And as I always am whenever I’ve handed in a big assignment (40%) I was very grumpy afterwards, due to delayed stress. I was also very very tired. When I got home, I went to the lounge to watch TV, but eventually pulled out the couch and went to sleep, right when Clayton was talking to me, which wasn’t very nice of me. I’m such a grumpy person sometimes. Later, Maree came around with playlists that the DJ had faxed through, so we went through them marking our choices. I don’t think I should bother being ashamed of much of the stuff I picked. Girls just wanna have fun!

We were watching TV tonight and I said to Brad that I missed Kini, and he was like “oh?” and then he realised that it was the Crownies ad on that was making me think of her. I hope her holiday is divine. I’ll kick its ass if it’s not.

Squish! Squish!

ain’t no party like a garland party

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October 9th, 2000 — 9:13am

Monday October 9th, 2000

I feel so violated! For some reason or another, I ended up at a Laura Ingalls Wilder website – I think it was some random link from Suck – and anyways, i discovered that the publishers put out like a jillion more serieses about her – all kids booky, and THEN they wrote books about her mother and her grandmother and oh my god, the pain of the commercialism! I mean, the Little House books were my most favouritest books ever when I was young, along with Narnia, and they made me wanna study history and be a pioneer and a school teacher and a mother and live in one room and everything. But see, at least they were real! I mean, Laura wrote them herself, it wasn’t some big dramatisation thingie. But this whole thing writing about her mother and grandmother and great grandmother even just makes me think of those “Sweet Valley High Ancestor” books which had like 6 (great) grandparents per book, all set in a different historical time – earthquake san francisco, or mobster chicago etc. And THOSE books in return remind me of the Sunfire romances I used to be obsessed with in which girl that book is named after must choose between dependable steady guy or ragey new heartthrob, while taking part in big historical thing like the Alamo (Victoria), the Revolutionary war (Sabrina), Pearl Harbour (Veronica) etc etc etc. And no, I’m not suprised I can still name all those books. That’s how I started to learn American history. Oh my god, Jessica Wakefield becomes a special agent!

Sorry, I’m kinda tired. I’ve been at tech allllll day, until 9pm working on my ID, but it’s almost done, so I feel good. Kate B was in the labs with me working on her Digi Com II assignment, so it was nice to have company. We had bagels for lunch from this really really styley place on High street, and i had yummy chinese for dinner. But neither of us took our cars in today, so we can justify the expense cos we didn’t spend on parking. And then Clay came and picked us up in the evening, cos he’s a sweetheart. For once, all four of us were sitting around in the evening watching seinfeld re-runs, so we figured out who we were. I’d be George, I admitted, cos I’m just freaky obsessive and hung up etc etc. Kate’d be Kramer, cos she’s craaaazy. Brad’s Jerry, obviously, and so Clay’s Elaine, which figures too.

I love this sweet valley high site SO much. I’m reading excerpts from every book. This is really really sick.

I value my portability

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October 8th, 2000 — 9:13am

Sunday October 8th, 2000

Because I’m too lazy to get up and find my remote control, I’m listening to “talkback” (or “ring up bomber and have him force his opinions on you because you’re only young anyways and don’t really think for yourself”) and he just said that only 45% of Americans plan to vote in the next election. That’s just fucked, eh. I was SO excited when I finally got to vote. Thank god for MMP, because actually if I lived in America, I don’t know who I’d vote for. Gore or Nadar I guess. I think too much – I shouldn’t be worrying about who I’d vote for IF I lived in another country.

I slept really crap last night – I was all hot, and also the cat molested me. However, when i got up today I felt great, so that was good. I even managed to sleep through some of Justin and Brad being funny. Clayton made waffles for brunch, with carmelised sauce and strawberries and bananas, and it was lovely. Mmmmmmmmm. Kate Benton wasn’t there, but Kara was, and Justin too, so there were five of us. And I got hassled a lot less than usual, which was nice too.

I didn’t do anything for the rest of the day, except for boogie with Clayton in his room to ‘Groovejet’ by Spiller – I really dig it. Maree came around just as I was about to eat my dinner for our meeting, and then Karen rang so I told her I was in a meeting and would have to call her back. Anyways, Maree and I have finalised ticket prices for our dinner at $30, decided where to get our DJ from, and are putting out the awards nominations forms tomorrow. We’re onto it. Or rather, she’s onto it, and I smile and nod. Oh, and I even met James, her former imaginary boyfriend, although I’ll deny it if the oppotunity ever comes up.

This talkback is SO annoying – where oh where is my remote control? Oh there it is, cool. Bye bye. Channel Z had a competition once where you could design a character for the TV show “The Tribe” – Brad and I were going to submit one called ‘Shooter’ who would be large and ugly and opinated and would think that he was the leader of the group but actually had no one’s respect, but we never got around to it.

Well who’s a fucking boring bitch today then eh? I’m like a total gossip free zone. Stink. Tomorrow I’ll go to tech to work on my motherfucking Instructional Design assignment that I’ve hardly started. Goals, objectives, tests – who needs these things? And for that matter, who really needs to know how to use the AUT phone system? Grr. And I will take a bus in too, because I’ll probably be there for hours, and also parking has been mad lately. Although I guess now the holidays are over, but stiiiiiiiiiiiiilll…

Oh, I’m reading some book that I stole from Karen’s house called “No Logo” by Naomi Klein, and it’s really really good – all about advertising and branding and stuff, and it was written this year so I’m in touch with all that it’s talking about and shit – like this:
“The merger between media and catelog reached a new high with the lauch of the teen TV drama ‘Dawson’s Creek’ in January of 1998. Not only did all the characters wear J.Crew clothes, not only did the nautical windswept set make them look as if they had stepped off the pages of the catelog and not only did the characters spout dialogue like “He looks like he stepped out of a J.Crew catalog” but the cast was also featured on the cover of the January J.Crew catalog.” – Naomi Klein, No Logo, Flamingo London 2000.

I should brand myself that well.

Please sir, I want some more

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October 5th, 2000 — 9:12am

Thursday October 5th, 2000

We need a second phoneline. I don’t care if people don’t get through while I’m on the net, but if I have to spend $15 on cabfare because bloody Kate Benton’s on the net and I can’t call her, then that’s a problem. Actually, she should just get a cellphone. Yes, thaqt’s a good idea. Or I should put clay’s # into my cellie so at least I can get ahold of SOMEONE at home. I wanna smoke bud and then sleep, yes, that’d be nice.

Andrea’s was tonight, her 21st at the ASB tennis centre in Parnell. It was strange going there by myself, no Gangers. Well, Kate drove me, but she wasn’t coming in and stuff. Of course, first party I ever go to by myself since high school and I get lost going there. I got misled by a trail of balloons that took me up some steps into the actual stadium itself. It was huge and vast, seats all around it, floodlit and goddamit I felt like fucking someone right in the centre with a huge cheering audience. Anyways, eventually I found the right pavillion, and it was really disconcerting going in at first, because I couldn’t see anyone I knew, but luckily Andrea came up to me and hugged me, so I gave her the birthday pressie I got her in Wellington (a necklace) and she pointed me in the direction of Jeremy and his girlfriend Renee.

I hung out with them most of the night, which wsa really cool except when Jeremy talked about his 21st, which ended up being a really really horrible night for me. I talked to Helen too, which was cool. She was like “so, how was Wellington? No wait, don’t tell me, I read all about it” so I felt kinda superfluous, because she reads my journal after all, so why bother talking to me? But yeah, we discussed the length of some chick’s skirt and stuff, so that was fun.

There was a full on dinner and then dessert laid on, plus alcohol. I drank a lot of some strange punch, that tasted of grapefruit and cranberry. I dunno if there was much alcohol in it though, because I don’t feel all that drunk. The sky outside was all tinted pink from the sky tower being lit up for Pink Ribbon Breast Cancer Awareness week. I cried this morning reading the Herald, an article about the Yellow Ribbon Week. Factor #3, a loved one refusing to support/help you. I danced a little with Renee to songs Jeremy didn’t know (Freedom 90, Olivia!) but they left early with Karin and her boyfriend, so I left at that time too. Kate B had said she’d come pick me up, but she was on the net looking up Saved by the Bell (there was a movie and Zack and Kelly got married!!!!) so I couldn’t call her and I had to take a taxi. Karin’s having a baby. That’s really strange, although I guess she is like 30 something (I think – I hope I’m not wrong, cos that could be really offensive). Kate B and I talk about babies all the time lately, scary. It’s been nearly 2 months without a period for me, but for once in my life I don’t think I’m pregnant.

But I did say that Andrea’s was cool, right? And that she looked stunning, and everything was really well arranged and everything? aANd that the speeches were funny even though I hardly know her, and the venue was nice and all? Oh spot the rambling drunk girl! I’m soooo tired, I wanna smoke pot until I fall asleep, but I don’t have any. Clay’s on lunch tomorrow, waffles I think, which will be nice.

Oh, after speeches, I’ve decided taht I definately need to get a boyfriend before my 21st in June. Someone who will actually publically acknowledge me, and say something really cute and dumb and sweet at my party. Yeah, that’d be nice. Actually, there’s a boy I want now, but it’s complicated. When Kate was driving me to the party tonight, she was like “I think you’re infatuated” and I was like “well it’s just so fucking exciting to finally want someone NEW”. But as always, I couldn’t fancy someone that fancied me, because how would I be able to respect them then?

I’ve been on a whole bunch’o message boards lately – some more serious than others. Interacting is cool. It’s nice, I need to learn more feminism, I need to branch out and open and expand my mind some. I’m almost tempted to somehow get a message board of my own, only i know I’d be disappointed when no one wrote anything, so it’s best to play on others. Oh yeah, speaking of involvement, don’t forget to please send me stuff from EnList. I know y’all can contribute more than like the five supremely cool epople that already have. Just send me a piece of writing, an image, any fucking random file off your hard drive. Thank you!

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October 5th, 2000 — 9:12am

Thursday October 5th, 2000

My first thought when I woke up today was “oh yeah that’s right, I’m in Bucklands Beach” and my second was “Oh god I had a big conversation with someone about rimming – now who the fuck was it?” If only Brad’s dad worked for Absolut instead of Coruba, I’d feel a whole lot less sick today. Still, who’d look a gift horse in the mouth? When I was talking to Justin this morning, he was like “yeah, you already told me that last night” and he listed other things that I don’t remember. I was really disturbed today by an answering machine message from Shirls going “how are you feeling today hon? you were quite drunk last night” so I rang her up and she said that I was very loud, but very entertaining. I could keep telling this story from other people’s perspectives and pretend like I have no recollection of the actual events myself, but that’d be lying. I do remember, and so I can tell you for myself. So there.

Yesterday afternoon, I drove Kate to the ferry so she could go to a big in-law gathering on Waiheke. Actually, she drove in, and I drove her car home for her. There was an awful lot of traffic, and her car’s all boy racery with super sensitive pedals, so I was revving all over the place, nevermind. As soon as I got home, I had to throw some clothes in a bag, and Brad and I headed East. His parents are away, you see, so he planned a slumber party at their house. I of course, am completely offended that he only has us over when his parents are away – like he’s ashamed of us or something. That’s fine, I know if i marry him (which I’m going to have to do, cos we just realised today that if we have kids, we can make them dress in animal suits!!!!!) I’ll get to meet them then. Anyways, our first port of call was Blockbuster in Pakuranga – or is it Botany Downs? Either way, it was very Vegas. I was very tempted to go up to the counter and ask where the porn section was, but I managed to restrain myself. We ended up getting “Night of the Living Dead” and “Jawbreaker” which billed itself as Clueless meets Heathers. It stars mrs marilyn manson, don’t you know. And I think he cameos in it. Not that we actually ended up watching the movies, but that’s jumping the gun a little bit. Then we went to the Botany Downs Foodtown for junk food. Oooooh! I have such exciting news. Greenlane Foodtown has just become 24 hours. We’re all very impressed – except that its liquor license doesn’t run from 12am-8am. Anyways.

So to Brad’s parents’ house we proceeded. He gave me the grand tour, and gave me a drink, so I proceeded to rumage through his kitchen to find something to cook for dinner. Ahh macaroni and cheese, what a classy dish you are. Shirley and Peter arrived while I was cooking, so we all sat down to dinner together, and for some reason, because the dining table was round, it felt very Brady Bunch. Nigel showed up with a box of lion red, so we all laughed at him lots, and decided to play Trivial Pursuit. It was the Young Players Edition, which made it even more interesting that you’d think. We were all astonished when Shirley couldn’t straight away answer what a country that shares its name with a bird that you eat was. “Have you been to Chicken lately?” I was very proud of myself cos I got three pieces of pie in one turn. We decided that whoever lost (ie had the least pie when someone won) would have to go swimming. Brad won, and Peter lost, but we said he could get drunker first before we made him get in the swimming pool.

Shirley and I played Nigel and Peter at pool, and lost solidly, because I suck. However, I can pretend like we were sharking them, just waiting for them to put money on the game. Kate Morrison showed up sometime then (today Brad and I decided to call her Beaver from now on, because on the mental awareness ads with a rollcall of depressed celebrities, there’s a Beaver Morrison and we have no idea who the fuck she is. so if you know, do email me). For some reason we started talking about babies, so she and I cried out at the same time “I want a little brown baby!”. Buffy was on then, and I tried to watch it, but I just have absolutely no attention span while drinking, so instead I went and talked to Brad and Justin. Once the tv show was over, we all went into the other room to play 3 Man. So that was entertaining. We found that Lion Red was slightly more drinkable if a) you were already drunk and b) you put a slice of lemon in it and pretended it was Corona. Peter was the 3 man most of the time, while Shirley drank a lot of water, something I should have been doing. Anyways, eventually we gave up on Threeman, and thought we were gonna watch the Zombie movie. But people drifted away from that because it was crap, so we played more pool. All night I’d been saying that I was going to go swimming, so eventually I decided that I would have to. Quite apart from anything else, the pool all lit up looked absofuckinglutely lovely. I borrowed a tshirt from Brad’s brother to wear over a slip, and went in. I think i was pretending to be Ian Thorpe or something. It was very very very cold, because the pool wasn’t heated. But still, I love water. I loved the hot shower afterwards too. It felt really strange cos I was still wearing my clothes when I got in the shower, and that felt very very sensual. I should shower in clothes more often!

Pajamas went on after the shower, and I realised that I’d be sleeping in Brad’s parents room instead of the double bed in the spare room that I thought I’d nabbed, because Brad and Kate didn’t want to sleep in his parents bed. I remember back in high school, whenever we had parties with absent parents, it was always Sarah and Dylan that took the master bedroom, as they were our token couple. Anyways, most of the people had already drifted off to bed, so I stayed up playing pool with Nigel and Peter, talking too loudly apparently, and being rather crass, as you do. Or rather, as I do. Eventually they crashed out in the lounge, and I went to bed, to fall asleep straight away.

I woke up around 10am today, to the sounds of people leaving and other people tidying, so i decided to linger in bed. No matter how hard I wished for it, no one came in with a glass of water for me. People are so inconsiderate these days. When I remembered the things I discussed at the start of this entry, I started giggling lots. If there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s giggling. Anyways, I made the dumbass mistake of tumbling out of bed to walk into a kitchen where eggs were being poached, so I realised just how queasy I felt. Green tea was good then. I got to read the fantastic local Howick paper, which amused me greatly. Justin thought I called Brad “Kitten”, which I didn’t, but we decided we’re going to call him that from now on anyways. We put all the empty bottles into Brad’s car, as there is no recycling bins for people who live in Manukau. That felt very teenage too – removing the evidence. As we were driving home, Justin was driving in his car too, and he was following us far too closely, so I found a piece of paper and a pen in the mess in Brad’s car, and made a sign that said “Get out of my ass (and into my car)”. And then we made more signs, with really intelligent things like “Justin is gay” and “Justin has a small penis” on them, which amused us greatly. My favourite sign was “go on, go on leave you speechless” which is probably a bit of an inside joke, but it’s a take off of the Corrs latest song, because mocking Justin for owning the Corrs is a favourite past time of the Garland Gang, plus it’s very seldom that I’m able to leave him speechless (although telling him I shagged someone he went to high school with very much floored him).

We got Wendys on the way home, but it didn’t make me feel much better. I spent the rest of the day being online far too much (I’m hooked on message boards) and sleeping.

“blaaargh tom, make my head stop feeling dumnb”
“give your head to me, you’ll feel better then”
you want me to give you head?
“oh, well, if you’re offering anyway eh”
“oh yes, fresh semen in the belly – just the thing to settle a quesy stomach”

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October 3rd, 2000 — 9:12am

Tuesday October 3rd, 2000

Yesterday I drove from Wellington to Auckland. I was just around Otaki, and tuned in to some provincial station when I heard them announce over the radio that flooding was apparently not that bad. I was like “Flooding? Oh shit!” because it WAS raining very hard, and that’s about when I drove over the Otaki river, which was all brown and fast and rough and overflowing its banks. State Highway One was flooded in parts, but there were always men with cones directing you to the other side of the road so I made it through okay. I didn’t pick up any hitchhikers, although I spotted a couple I felt sorry for. It was raining very hard, after all. Turangi Burgerking/Shell has the best bathrooms in the country to throw up in – they’re like seperate rooms for each toilet as opposed to flimsy little cubicles. Tirau Information Centre, meanwhile, gets massive props for putting fresh flowers everywhere. Whoever left a huge ass piece of wood in the middle of the road near Taupo gets massive opposite of props. There I was driving along happily just a little over the speed limit, singing along, and then all of a sudden, I had to come to a screeching halt to avoid this big hunk’o junk. I stalled my car, and skidded, such was my haste to stop. That got my heartrate up, I tell you. I should have done what the van behind me did – get out and move the wood off the road, but I was a little too shaken to think that well.

So that was yesterday day, spent driving. Much later last night, Kate and I went out to Dennys. We decided to be “hip” and “savvy” and “discuss” philosphical “issues” over endless cups of filter coffee and cigarettes on her part. Cue the bullshit conversation improv game. People are just like spring rolls, you know – all hard to the outside world, but on the inside they’re really just as messed up as the next one. Etc. We also devised a FANTASTIC plan for our next Flat Challenge – The Denny 12 Hour. It was gonna be “24 Hours at Dennys” but that’s a little too extreme, even for us. So yeah, we’re gonna see how long we can camp out there before we quit or get kicked out, sometime in the next couple’o weeks. Watch this space, cos you can come and play too.

Today I stayed in my pajamas, cos I was just sitting on my ass trying to put my project together. However, I’m sucking majorly at it, cos I dunno where links are supposed to go to as the content’s been divided up between the four of us, and I’m sure none of my pictures match their captions, and I don’t have diagrams etc etc etc. Nightmare. And I just remembered now I have to do my ID too, so that’s super sucky. Kate B and I were both grumpy tonight, but that’s okay, cos we still love each other really. We had a really really good talk at Dennys, and she’s agreed to take me out with her more often cos she actually does like me, and it’s good for me to get out of my comfort zone. With the exception of Wellington, I haven’t slept a night not in a bed in this house all year, and probably not very often last year either. Actually, that’s a fib – there was the night I spent in Hamilton in late january/early february when I ran away to welly earlier than planned cos of domestics. But other than that, yeah, everything takes place in this house.

Except oooh oooh, slumber party at Brad’s parents’ house tomorrow night, cos they’re away, so that’ll be exciting! We sat down and made an itemised list tonight in regards to it. If I wasn’t so lazy, I’d go scan it, but it had bullet points and sub points and footnotes and everything. Kate’s made us promise to play Spin the Bottle. Oh dear. We staged and set up a great big mock for her tonight – we got Clay to start talking about the Olympic Closing Ceremony (see journal for my take on that), so I could be like “oh yeah, my favourite part of the Aussie Icons parade was when Albert Einstien came out dancing on a light bulb”. It was very funny for us, except for Kate beating me up afterwards.

Kini who i love dearly rang me tonight on my cellphone, and I didn’t know who she was at first. Then she said she was in Auckland, and I was like “OH MY FUCKING GOD” and I was very excited, because a while ago, Brad was teasing me going “waht if she’s not actually going to Tonga, she’s actually coming to stay with us?” – I wish! But apparently she was just in transit, and as she was only gonna be there for like half an hour it wouldn’t have been worth me getting dressed and going out to the airport to see her. Well, it would have been worth it if I’d even have been able to see her, but I probably wouldn’t have, so that wouldn’t have been worthwhile, but you know that even a minute with Kini is worth a lifetime of suffering. Grease grease.

Oh oh, despite the fact that he wears boat shoes, drives a Paj and is completley incompetant, we’re all in love with our (ex) landlord Ron now. Why? Because he left us a message in SPANISH on our answering machine, in response to our greeting. That’s so exquisitely classy.

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September 30th, 2000 — 9:36am

Saturday 30th of September, 2000

Olivia has databased her entries, and she sent me an email telling me how many times things related to me were mentioned, so I went to her site, searched for “Joanna” and read all the related entries. It’s amazing how many stories there are there, the past, the history, events that ended up shaking me and shaping me completely.

And it’s on that same vein that I feel today. I had coffee with an old friend today. Friend is a weird word to use in this situation, but I realise that’s what he is now. It felt strange to sit across a table from him, and think that i used to be able to touch him, that we used to sleep wrapped around each other, that for a while I based my life around him. But I don’t anymore. I’ve missed talking to him, and I’ve missed being intimate with someone, but I don’t miss being with him. When we hugged, he still smelt the same, and felt the same, but I don’t feel the same. It’d be easier to still be in love with him, to pine, to whine, because staying the same is easier than changing. But I have changed, and I know it, and I also know now how unhealthy I used to be.

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September 30th, 2000 — 9:11am

Saturday 30th of September, 2000

If I update right now, maybe I’ll get listed on Updatefu dot com finally. I should be in the top twenty, dammit.

I should also be on my way to Auckland right now, but I’m not because I couldn’t be assed. I wanted to sleep in some more, after staying up too late watching very amusing movies about zombies. I told Annette over ICQ about it so she watched it too, and I don’t think she appreciated it very much.

I hope this means I get to hang with Simon today. Or something. If someone wants to airlift me and my car up to Auckland, that’d be cool, but I really don’t feel like driving. Or maybe someone wants to come with me? Kini made me promise not to pick up more hitchhikers, but if you’re off the Internet, you’re obviously not a serial killer…. And having you in my car would count as a public place. I was actually thinking the other day about whether or not I’ve met people i met on the net in public. The first time I met Si was when he came to my house, but that was because Amy had brought him over, and he carried ym mother’s shopping up the steps for her. I met this guy Mike when him and his friend came over drunk one night when I was living in Mount Roskill, and probably one or two other people like that, but for the most part, I meet people in cafes. Not that I meet many people off the net these days, but there you go anyways, just some random waffling.

Okay, this surely counts as an entry, which surely gets me some clicks.

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September 29th, 2000 — 9:36am

Friday 29th of September, 2000

However, if you look at the file name of this page, you’ll see it’s the 28th. Wacky! Well yeah. Yesterday I did fire up notepad, and delete all the text from a previous entry and save it as the 28th, but by then, I was bored and iddn’t bother writign anything.

Top Five Celebrities in no discernable order
John Cusack (I saw High Fidelity last night)
Pacey (tonight’s episode of the Creek looks particularly juicy and gruelling
Geri Halliwell (the Spice Girls were on Egos and Icons the other night)
Robbie Williams (isn’t that self explanatory really?)
I can’t think of anyone else.

Lists are always fun.

I went around to the Bentons’ house last night just to pop in and say hi, and to see if there was anything they wanted me to take up to Kate when I go back to Auckland. As usual, they were delighted to see me (surrogate daughter). Tim wanted me to go see X-Men with him, but I declined. If I had more time in Welly, I might, but it was appearing that I’d only be able to go with him on a friday night, and there’s something not quite right about going to the movies with your best friend’s dad on a friday night. Barb asked me if i was going to take some time off after I graduate before finding a job, and so I told her I couldn’t afford it. She was like “go and see your grandmother then” and I had to tell her that I was already planning on doing that.

And so today I did, dragging my ass outta bed at some ungodly hour to make the trip up to Kapiti. Why is it that whenever I plan a drive, the weather decides to piss on me? I think it does it on purpose, knowing there’s no sound I hate more than the squeak of my windscreen wipers. Oma took me to a Thai restaurant, which was pretty crappy, but then again, I’m suprised that there’s actually anywhere that serves food with spice in Paraparaumu, retirement capital of the Greater Wellington Region. We were the only ones in the place, which is luck, cos it’s always amusing trying to interpret between someone who speaks predominantly Dutch who is deaf with little English, and someone who speaks predominantly Thai with little English as to the finer details of the menu.

Filler time! Random ICQ loggings.

Me:did you know that you have never ever emailed me not even once in your life?
Them:i’m sure i have.
Me:nope, never ever, even after I gave you an email addy and all
Them:i did write that thing for your page about how great you were after you gave me the email and i’ve emailed your guestbook and grudgebook and stick art
Me:yes, but you’ve never emailed ME…..it’s like if we were dating, you’d be coming around giving my kids candy and taking them to ball games and stuff, but then all you’d do with me would be sit on my sofa and drink beer
Them:it’s nothing like that! it’s like if we were dating, and i never wrote you a letter cause i talked to you like every second day at least
Me:no way man, it’s like we’ve been married 20 years and squeeze each other’s pimples and everything, but you never bring me flowers anymore
Them:it’s not at all like that! it’s like we had an illicit affair that turned into a legitimate relationship, and nowhere along the way did i put petrol in your car totally irrelevant detail
Me:it is SO like that – my version, not yours
Them:your version is crap if only for the simple reason that if email were flowers, i never brought you flowers, ever
But then we started talking about Paul Hogan, so no one ever won the argument.

That was very easy filler to provide, and while cutting and pasting all that, I remembered the other htings I wanted to write about today. Over lunch today, when she wasn’t asking me why I didn’t have a nice boyfriend (“because boys are dumb, oma!”) Oma told me that back in the day, my father had learnt the Dutch for “may I please marry your daughter?” and had asked her over the phone before him and Mum got engaged. Awwww, how sweetly romantic! She also told me that back when Mum was a teenager, and Oma and Opa were moving to Australia, Mum threatened to commit suicide if she was made to go with them, and Opa was so worried he bought her and Diz a house to live in so they could stay in NZ. When I think about the arguements I had with Mum when we moved to Japan, I just feel like screaming “Hello pot… this is the kettle…” but it was still very interesting. Oma’s cool. It’s just a little wearisome being by myself with her and havign to make smiley conversation non-stop.

For the first time EVER since it was moved back to Friday nights, I will not be watching Dawson’s Creek while it is live to air – it will be taped for me instead. This works out for the best, because otherwise Id’ have to put up with Neil’s dumbass comments all the way through it, which would have fucked me off no end. Besides, I have a hot dinner date. I’m supposed to take dessert, but i might just take wine as well.

I finally managed to track down Si today, but he’s in Waikanae, which I wish I’d known BEFORE I got back from Oma’s. Ahh well. Arrrrgh, my stats tell me someone found my page by searching for “Give Me Hope Joanna Lyrics” – all my childhood traumas come rushing back. “I don’t have dope! I don’t do drugs! I’m a good girl!”

I’d just like to add that Bonds boyleg knickers are fantastically comfortable and are wonderfully wedgy free.

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September 27th, 2000 — 9:36am

Wednesday the 27th of September, 2000

In a few minutes I will either go watch videoed Buffy or 3rd Watch, but first I will write a journal entry, so that way, everybody wins.

I went on a Shoe Quest today. Momma and I went to this place on Cuba Street where you can get handmade shoes to measure, except that I wasn’t all that keen on the styles they had samples of, they were going to cost up to $500 and wouldn’t be ready until January. I was like “umm, no way” so we walked out of there. Then I was looking at some Royals in Wild Pair, but I was a little hesitant about spending $200 on shoes that I’m not even sure I’d wear that often. However, very shortly after that, I spotted some pumas, and the pair on the shelf was even the right size (11 girl, 9 boy), and so we bought those. Later we were at The Last Footwear Company, and I was enchanted by their range of birkenstock clogs in all colours of the rainbow, but wasn’t entirely sure it was a look I could pull off. So we went and had lunch at Felix, and then went back to the shop. I tried on some clogs, and decided that I did actually like them. I just got black ones though, because I think that’ll give me more versatility in wearing them. I haven’t had new shoes in almost two years, so it’s not too Emelda Marcos of me to buy two pairs in one day. Of course, I might also be getting some 20 ups from Simon……

So that was fantastic. Momma also bought me a towel, cos I always lose mine, and some underwear. I got what advertises itself to be the second most comfortable bra in the world – the most comfortable, of course, being a spunky young man holding onto your breasts for you. Although I’d like one of those, the novelty would probably wear off pretty quickly, so I’ll stick with my touched by berlei instead.

After shopping, I hightailed it over to Karen’s apartment around 3pm, cos we were supposed to go see Ghostdog at 4. She wasn’t there when I rang her buzzer though, or when I rang her phone, so I went and had coffee at Laffare up the street, leaving her an answering machine message to tell her where I was. When I called her back later, she WAS there, so I went over, but neither of us could be assed going to the movie at that stage, so i just hung out in her apartment for a couple of hours. It turns out SHE has been hoarding all the best picture books we had when we were young, so I read through all of them. She tried to lock me in her pantry, which I didn’t appreciate.

We went to meet Mum & Neil at Coyote around 6.30pm. Dinner was okay, but a little too expensive for what it was, I think. Mains were like $22-$23 but I’d say the food quality was around $17-$18. One of these days, I’m so going to do a restaurant critique site, because if you’re not interested, my journal must get SO borign every time i come to wellington, because all I go on about is the food and the coffee. Oh well. Anyways. Over dessert, Mum tried to be funny and reminded Karen not to eat the little bowl that the icecream was sitting in on the plate. I complained that she didn’t warn ME, and so Karen said she would be very keen to see me eat the bowl, or even just fit it into my mouth. I sized it up. It was one of those little glass bowls, about 1.5 inch diameter or so, that they always put dips or aioli or tomato sauce in. You know exactly what I’m talkign about. I said “nuhuh” but then Karen was like saying “I bet you couldn’t do it” which meant I HAD to try. I cursed her a lot for that, because she knows that I can never resist a challenge like that. I picked the bowl up on my spoon so as to be more discreet, but I just couldn’t fit it in. I was so disappointed in myself. You win some, you lose some.

Mum’s off to Dunedin tomorrow for some pottery conference. I’m going to go see Oma on Friday probably, and hopefully tomorrow I can track down Si the little roguester. Oh, and I gotta make a start on a website for Mum, and also do tech work. And sleep in. And read my book. Life is packed!

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