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Tuesday 16; February, 1999

Geri: “Boys, boys, boys – have you not heard of the word ‘compromisation’ ? ” (Spiceworld)

Okay, so that wasn’t actually said to me today, but I said it to Trudie for reasons that escape me. And I just love it. So yeah.

I got up at 7AM today – that’s like about three hours after I finally managed to sleep. Scary shit man – I so had to force myself to get up then cos I knew if I slept another 20 minutes I’d never get out. So yeah, I got my act together, to go into tech for Orientation. It was weird taking the bus in with Clayton – I guess I just need to get used to the fact that I have flatmates now with common interests, rather than the evil twins Kelli and Celeste.

It was choiiiiiice seeing everyone again, and seeing that Jodie was still alive after I lost her in the mosh during Hole at the BDO. Orientation was a fucking waste of time, man. We just got dealt some big speech about harrassment while we all sat and took the piss. Still, it was a good gossip oppotunity, which is always a bonus. Afterwards we went exploring the all brand spanking new B Block. It’s so COOL man – it smells so nice and new, and I picked up a free diary which smells nice and new too. Here, you can have a look at it. This is my timetable for the first haf of the year.

Cruisy huh? Just in case you wanna get really stalky on me, most of my lectures are held at the main campus, and most of the tutorials are in the State Insurance Building. The classes I’m doing are Radio Production, Mass Communication, TV Production and Public Relations Communication. Good shit huh? I certainly hope so anyways.

So yeah, once we’d finished marvelling at the campus, I did a little unsuccessful stalking via cellphone, and went off to run errands with various people. I got one of those funkyass bus passes, and then I went to collect my exams from last year. My god, I got 75% in my Mass Comm Exam! I rule sooo much given that I didn’t study at all for it. And I did okay in Politics too, given that I didn’t study for that either. We won’t even discuss Principles of Writing, except to say that whoever marked it commented “the unstructured nature of this is probably in part due to its subject matter” – ie – if you want better marks, don’t write about spooky acid trips.

Mmmmmm. Then I went to the Cut Above Hair Academy, and got my hair cut. I so loooooove it there. It’s only $10 and that includes a shampoo. Mmmmmmmmmm I’m in Heaven when people are playing with my hair – I love being pampered. So yeah. I heard my cellie ringing when I was having my hair washed, but obviously couldn’t get up to answer it. I’d also been getting annoymus pages – but only cos Clare was too stupid to remember to sign her name (I still love you though). Anyways, the haircut was lovely, and she spent like half an hour blowdrying it so it looked really styley. There’s nothing like a new haircut to make you feel vain.

Took the bus home then, and went to bed. I heard Clayton and Leyton come home at some stage, but didn’t especially feel like talking to them, so I went back to sleep. When I woke up, it was around 6pm and no one had started on dinner, and horror-of-horrors – Clayton was on my computer! I walked into the dining room and was like “YOU ARE SO FULLY BUSTED” – he even took me seriously for a moment too.

I decided I couldn’t be bothered with dinner, so eventually I ate toast. Leyton kept harping on at me about how we were going to pay for food and stuff, since he wants to do seperate things, but also communal – just to reaaaaaally complicate things! But I guess it’s good that he’s doing his own thing, because I was talking to Jeremy today who used to live in the same hostel and he goes “Leyton? He eats like a horse”. Ewww and then I overheard Leyton and Clayton talking, and L was saying how he used to be nicknamed the horse, and C was making rude jokes and I was like eww ewwwwww ewwww. I’m such a snob, I know. But honestly, if y’all met this guy………

I hid out in my room a lot of the evening, doing my time table. Oh, and one of the ex-tenant’s MOTHER came around to get the landlord’s number – I thought it’d be a bit cruel to tell her that her son had been growing dope in his room (I asked her which bedroom was his). She called the guy who had the room that I’d see kilos of dope in a Mongrel – or some word like that. Hahahah go Lady, go! She was really nice.

9; Febuary, 1999
Voice Outside the Window: “Joanna, you bitch, let me into your house”

Me: “Shirley you fucking ugly hoe, I’m in the shower. It’s not 11.30 yet, so you’re just going to have to wait for me, dumb bitch”

Ahhhhhhhhh friends are so the shit, bro. It’s so much fun to yell abuse and have them know that you don’t mean it. Shirley had woken me up at 10am anyways ringing me to tell me what I was doing today. So I went back to sleep until 11am, timing myself perfectly to be clean and dressed by the time she got to my place, at the designated half hour. But did SHE stick to the schedule? Noooo!

I guess I shouldn’t complain about her though, given that she spent an hour tightening up my bed. See, who needs a man when you have a best friend with a tool kit instead? My headboard doesn’t rock anymore – well – much – so that’s a bonus. Now I can bring people home to it. Hahahahaha yeah, cos the fact that it was rickety was really the only thing stopping me. Honest it was.

Oh my god, I nearly forgot – two of the former tenants came around to ask for the landlord’s number. I so hope they weren’t checking us out for stuff to steal, but HA! if they try it, cos we got the locks changed. They said that they were going to come around on thursday night to take the weights bench, but then after asking if any guys lived here (“YES, three of them” trying to imply like they were big and would beat up any intruders) they said they’d leave it for them. So I gave him the landlord’s number, and their mail. One of them was actually quite cute. They laughed at all the mess and boxes in the hall when I told them that we’d moved in ages ago. It’s like “um, excuse me? you guys are the junkies. I laugh at you”. I didn’t say that though. I should have gotten a forwarding address off them for mail and our assorted weirdo visitors, but I was too shocked at meeting the people that I’d scoffed at so much that I wasn’t thinking straight.

Shirley told me that her new flat has a phone jack in the toilet. We were trying to if that was more dodgy than heroin users. I think it was a tie.

Anyways, once we had that done, we went to Saint Lukes for lunch, and to buy jewellary. Ever really really get cravings for Chinese food? And then you eat it, and it’s so repulisive it puts the cravings to rest for a couple of weeks? Well, it was one of those days. The best Chinese I’ve ever eaten was from the shop near Charly’s house, in Papanui, chch. But I think I will have to keep on searching. It’s become like my life’s mission to find a place serving Chinese that I’d ever go back to.

So yeah, after lunch, we went into Michael Hill, because Shirley has to replace all her jewellary that got stolen when she was burgled, and she has to spend $300 at Michael Hill. Ewww the jewellery was all so hideously generic and mass produced. Give me something from Texan Art Schools or even Glitz any day over that. Even Shirley, different as our tastes are, didn’t like the stuff in Michael Hill, so I busied myself pointing out engagement rings she could buy me. No, we’re not getting married – but hey! Of course, my taste tended to run to the most expensive items in the store. If any of you viewers at home have a craving to buy me rings, I like single set diamonds, as large as possible and as simple as possible. Either that or diamond/ruby or diamond/emerald combinations. Actually, I have a diamond/ameythst/pearl choker from my grandmother, so maybe you could buy me a diamond and ameythst ring, even though ameythsts aren’t as valuable as emeralds and rubies. Choice, glad we’ve gotten that out of the way.

After that we swung past her place on Mount Eden Road to load up the car, and went out to their new house in Ellerslie (yeah I know they’re nuts for giving up their house and location, but it was only 2 bedrooms and too expensive for Shirley once she goes back to tech and isn’t working full time). So yeah, her new house isn’t half as nice in my opinion, but she apparently likes it better which is cool. I have to admit their bathroom is very stylely – huge and with the tub in the middle of the room. However it’s nuts, cos you have to go through the bathroom to get to the back door. The toilet is has a phone jack in it, like I have already mentioned, but thought I’d reinforce, and carpet. So yeah, that’s perculiar. That word is spelt so wrong, but oh well.

Shirley dropped me off home and I geeked for a weeny bit, before taking a great big long nap. Ahhhhhhh bliss. It’s going to be a quiet night in tonight, like every night. I had a dream while napping that I discovered some bottles of red wine I’d been hoarding and I was both really happy and also pissed off I hadn’t drunk them earlier. But it was just a dream.

Isn’t it funny when ALL of your friends give you like nearly identical advice, and you know that it’s the right thing to do and everything except there’s absolutely no way in hell you’re going to do it because that would make too much sense but also because you’ve had like really really nasty experiances doing the same thing before?

Saturday 23; January, 1999

This is not South Auckland. I should become an architectural drafter when I grow up.

That’s my house. Do you like it? I do. Except that Thomas pointed out (this is something I should have known from ‘Trainspotting anyways) that the anti-constipation medicine I found in the wardrobe is quite likely to be related to heroin usage, which would explain the blackened spoons and the fact that my room is the only place in the house that never smelt of pot. So yay. Genuine junkies have keys to my house. The landlord doesn’t get back until wednesday, but he left a message on my answering machine (Hi, Joanna, Simon, Clayton and Layton aren’t home right now……) saying we’ll ‘talk about it then’. Hmmmmm.

But I’m getting more settled in. Sure, I stayed up to 4.30am last night so that I’d be able to sleep straight away instead of feeling nervous (didn’t work) but hey! Once the other two have moved in, it’ll be sweetass bro. The guy that came by yesterday wondering if we had an empty room came back again today. He left his name and number in case one of the flatmates ever decides to move out. He really likes the look of our house and the area. His aunt lives up the road. DOOOOOODGY. I wonder if we’re being cased by the Triads. Life is so colourful.

I scrubbed at the tub and tiles for like an hour today and they’re still filthy. Ah well, I can finish them off tomorrow I guess. We also went to the supermarket – such a domestic day. I can see that I’m going to have to teach Simon to cook. He’s threatening terminal baked beans if I make him do dinner ever. Hmmm the grammer in that last sentence was interesting, but correct, I do believe. His car wouldn’t start when we got out with the groceries, so we had to call the AA. The guy was wearing really short shorts. That made me laugh. But he solved it, so that was sweetass bro.

Did I mention that I watched the Wrestling? Well, half an hour of it anyways. I nearly shit myself laughing. GO GO GO tag teams! Yeah. Ummm. Oh, and play the ‘Where’s That Drink Taking You?” game. It’s really amusing. That’s all.

xoxoxx