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Lessons in living from the past five days

August 29th, 2006 — 9:00am

Okay my dear loyal readers from around the world, I need your help. In fact, it’s not just me that needs your help, it’s Africa. Which also happens to be the subject of the next Country Club. Yes, since we’ve neglected that continent so badly so far, we’re going to do it all at once on September 2, and we’re going to do it like Live Aid. And therefore you should too, and then we can link it up all around the world. And that’d be awesome. In Wellington, we’ll dress up like rockstars, eat some Africanish food (that as I plan it in my head bears more than a little similarity to the Caribbean feast, but that’s where the origins were, I suppose) and then we’re going to do Singstar and deliver our stunning concert performances. I’m going to suggest to everyone who comes that they might like to make a donation to a charity that I’ll finalise later, so that as well as having the awesome time that we always have at Country Club, we can do a little bit of good as well. Awesome. And now that’s out of the way, on with the week!

And the second thing that I wanted to talk about in the general category is who is subscribed to my rss feed? Only Jessie is listed publically. Come on kids, you show me yours and I’ll show you mine. And here I go with the showing:

Lessons Learnt on Thursday

  • If you cannot master the art of the left hook instantly, you will become incredibly frustrated with yourself, and find yourself crying in your boxing lesson, which will make you even more frustrated with yourself and you will cry some more.
  • If you try to recover in the spa afterwards and are just starting to settle down into nice quiet time, you should expect stupid loud Americans to get in the spa too and talk loudly about how they’re going to drop their World Vision kids because they’re not in school any more.
  • If you go to the supermarket after having such a crap day, expect to come home with little more than five bottles of wine, sparkly body wash and an eggplant.
  • Your flatmates will make fun of you while you bawl watching Extreme Makeover: Home Edition but it doesn’t matter because the crying will still feel good.

    Lessons Learnt on Friday

  • Everyone will leave you. Even the receptionist. You can, however, set her up with a blog so you can stalk her in Korea.
  • Even the most cynical people will admit that Jordis and Marty are fucking awesome when you make them watch their clips on the ludicrously large screen in your work’s boardroom when you’ve all been drinking.
  • Topping up your mobile phone via credit card is very very hard to do when you’re on the long bus home and you’ve had a couple of bottles of wine. But if you finally manage to do it, you will manage to finangle yourself a party invitation.
  • If you’ve had a bottle of bubbly, and some white wine already and you come home and throw it up, perhaps it’s not the best idea that you’ve ever had to grab two bottles of red on your way out to the aforementioned party.
  • You will always have fun at parties at Nial’s house, but you will probably stay for far too long.
  • If you ever get to the stage where you’re like “I should just tell so and so that I think that what they did was dumb” and the other half of you is like “yeah! you should so totally do that!”, you’re wrong. And if you can manage to not do so, as I’m pretty confident that I managed to do, then you should be commended.
  • If you drink rather a lot, you will no doubt have some fantastic conversations, but you may struggle to remember them all beyond remembering that there was much discussion of the Country Club, and The House of Leaves and antidepressants, and ummmm huh, I don’t know what else. But they were like, rad!
  • If there’s a fire in a barrel outside and you toast marshmallows over it, and if you accept puffs of other people’s cigarettes because the headspin is fun, you will be smelly in the morning.

    Lessons from Saturday

  • If you mix many bottles of wine, you may find that you’ll be trapped in bed until 5pm, getting up every hour to have things streaming out of every hole in your body except your ears.
  • Lime toilet cleaning block thingies might not be as hideously stinky and smellable from the front door as the lavendar flavoured ones, but they’re still not something that are fun to spend a lot of time with your nose right up against.
  • Garlic bread is awesome as the first food of the day when you’ve had difficulty keeping down water.
  • Brendan Fraser is really hot, and The Mummy makes me want to do a seperate Egypt at Country Club. But that was probably just the hangover talking.

    Lessons from Sunday

  • Getting up before 11am means that you can accomplish heaps. And by “accomplish heaps” I mean “do some laundry and put away two baskets’ worth of laundry from the previous weekend”, and that’s good enough for me.
  • The Mediterranean Warehouse is always a good place for brunch. And if you take a stroll around the shelves afterwards, you’ll clear enough room for gelati.
  • Shopping for records is best done by yourself instead of with people who don’t own record players and are therefore not interested in combing every bin.
  • Kmart’s underwear selection is awesome enough to yield you that much-searched for sports bra that actually fits, even if it’s perhaps a tiny bit too tight and therefore points your nipples at the sky. Kmart will also offer you up a lime green masterpiece with enough padding to cover up nipples but not change your cup size. Wahoo!
  • You really should have bought your pants in a smaller size, which is quite exciting.
  • If you buy a striped top from Farmer’s, you can talk about forming your own emo band called Fragment Consider Revising, which conforms to the three-word-name-which-makes-little-sense rule.
  • Even though your lasange is awesome, your stomach does not appreciate the double dose of dairy.
  • Surprisingly few of my friends are available to come see MOTHERFUCKING SNAKES! ON A MOTHERFUCKING PLANE! at the preview on Wednesday. What the fuck is wrong with you people? Have you not seen Jon Stewart interview Samuel L Jackon in what is perhaps the best interview ever?

    Lessons from Monday

  • If you wear the aforementioned black and white striped shirt to the gym without taking your hoodie along, it will start to pour. And the awesomeness of your new green bra will be able to be appreciated by the whole world. Awesome.
  • If you send your pregnant friends clothes from Babylicious, they will love you.
  • You are too obsessed with Rockstar, and it’s just self enablement if you discover that the reality episodes can be found online before they’re posted on the official site. And also the guy in the kebab shop you frequent who still hasn’t learnt that you will always have tahihi, garlic yoghurt and hot chilli as your sauces and that you’ll ask for three mujaver and three falafel in your mixed vegetarian instead of two of each and two dumplings, looks like a cross between Magni and Ryan without being hot.

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    June 15th, 2002 — 2:01pm

    Saturday June 15th

    Happy Birthday Andee! I tried calling a couple’o times but the phone was always engaged (Nassy!).

    Clay woke me up an hour earlier than expected to take him to the airport but that’s okay. The traffic was slow and crawly on the way there but actually it was nice to be driving again. On the way home I passed a shop with a big “SALE” banner hanging off it, so I went in and gave the shop woman style advice cos she was trying on her own products. Then she went away and another saleswoman told me that she had the same jacket that I bought on layby and wanted the skirt that I got only it has a pleat at the front and it was too long for her and if she’d had it taken up it would have lost the pleat. So yeah, I finally got a denim jacket and it’s SO NICE, really classily cut and thick material, not quite silvery but deep ink coloured, $125 down from $180, and I also got a long grey skirt with a little frilly pleat thing at the front down the bottom, which was $65 down from $130. Yay for new clothes! I haven’t had anything nice to wear lately and my social life seems to have picked up some so I really do need more stuff to wear out. And to work.

    After that I swung by the supermarket for some stuff and bumped into Sarah from my course who told me she’d been studying hard all week – scary. And then since I was in the neighbourhood, I went to KateM’s, and she was actually home, yay! Nigel was there too, so we caught up and chatted and I gave them the fresh bread and pineapple juice that I’d just bought. Some people are so cheap. It was lovely to see her, as always.

    I can’t remember what I did for the rest of the afternoon. It must not have been that significant. I wore my jacket a lot. Later I watched ‘The Magnificant Seven’ and found myself curiously attracted to Yul Brynner. I couldn’t go out because I had to wait at home to make sure that Bopha woke up in time for England/Denmark, so I actually did some study. I know, I’m astonished too. Whilst studying, I listened to both discs of Mellenchollie. I think I’m going through a grungeretro patch. Then it was time for the soccer, of course, and it was very exciting for a little while because I was backing England, but then it just got too easy so I amused myself writing down quotes from the commentator instead – “We’re not home to Mr Grumpy”.

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    It’s like Thunder-Lightening; the way you love me is frightening

    July 21st, 1999 — 1:54am

    It was really nasty weather when I woke up this morning, all cold and raining, so it was hard to drag myself out. But eventually I managed and fled straight to the shower. Then the weather decided that a thunderstorm was exactly what we all needed. I disagreed. It freaked me out just a little bit. Every clap of thunder had me running to the other end of the bathtub, out of the water stream. I worried for a moment about being struck by lightning, and then figured that since I wasn’t touching the metal shower curtain rod, I’d be pretty safe. Of course, that’s when I realised that I was standing in a metal tub, in a pool of water, no less. Needless to say, I din’t spend very long in the shower this morning, despite trying to convince myself that it was a porcelain tub, so I was fine.

    I went back to my room and thought about how I only had an hour tutorial then a five hour gap, and I looked at the rain pouring and pouring down, and shivered and then I looked at my nice warm bed, and went back to sleep. Ahhhhh bliss! So I woke up about 1.30pm and cruised into tech later for my 4pm Digital Communication II class.

    I played solitaire throughout most of the class, with my tutor Peter’s full permission. The class was being taught a few basics of file saving and Internet stuff. I got labeled a geek in the first ten minutes of class by saying that I had my own webpage, but apparently that’s not such a bad thing. I explained to Peter later that I do my pages in Frontpage and don’t really know all that much, I just pretend to. We’re going to learn html, which’ll be good, cos I don’t know it, and also assorted macromedia softwares. Matt Sawkill’s superb enough to be giving me all the programs we’ll be using so I can work at home. So yay for that.

    Got home, and started dinner for Clayton. Well, I baked him some potatos so he wouldn’t try feeding us floury wedges, anyways. After dinner and requiste TV, him me and Si went to Foodtown to do our groccery shopping. That’s Foodtown Greenlane if you wanna stalk me. Supermarket shopping was lots of fun, as usual. I was chasing Clayt with the trolley, but got held up behind some dithering ladies. I finally managed to turn the corner into the next aisle, and was about to ram the first person I saw, when I realised they were wearing a grandfather hat, and would, therefore, not be Clayton. Being thankful that I hadn’t knocked over some old man, I carried on speeding down the aisle, before I turned around to realise that Clayt had cunningly fooled me by grabbing a hat from the shelf and disguising himself with it. He’s not just a pair of cargo pants, you know. (I don’t think the phrase “pretty face” would be appropriate in that spot). When we were at the checkout counter, Clayt pointed out Lurker, roving the aisles, so we decided to hurry up and get out of there so we didn’t have to talk to him. I told the checkout ladies he was our other flatmate that we didn’t like, and they laughed. They also commented to each other that I had my ID out without being asked for it while buying wine. They didn’t bother to look at the ID though, so it could have even been real.

    This evening while waiting for Clayton to get off the phone so I could get online, I scanned in a whole bunch of photos. You can see them here, assuming that I upload them all. Which I do intend to do, so there you go.

    It’s exciting cos I’m like excited about tech again – despite already wagging a class, and probably going to wag one tomorrow. I have to present a seminar on ‘Feminism and the Media’ for Mass Com IIb (I still don’t know if I passed IIa, but hey!). I’m going to do it on how the media can’t cope with representations of strong women unless they are turned into sluts. YAY! It’s always cool when I get to do work on stuff I’m interested in. And YAY for a nice cruisy class like Digi Com with a funny tutor and stuff that I’m good at.

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    Real Audio from tori.com means I have too much to watch so this page has no title. Sorry.

    February 12th, 1999 — 12:14am

    Friday 12; Febuary, 1999
    I was smart and turned my cellphone off last night (or this morning at some heinous hour to be perfectly honest, although I won’t tell you the exact hour because it shocks even me). This morning I woke up to the sound of a toilet flushing, which completely freaked me out. I mean, I should have been the only person in the house. So I opened up my door and there was Clayton in the hall – obviously home from the Coramandel. I went back to bed, after turning my cellphone back on.

    I woke up again around 1pm when it beeped at me with a page from Olivia. I’d had two messages before then from Justine, but I’d slept through those. So yeah, it was good to get a wake-up call. Kate yelled at me yesterday that I need to reset my body clock for when Tech starts again. I kinda like living four hours behind the rest of the world apart from Andee and Thomas but then again, Andee’s moving back to Hamilton on Saturday so I won’t be able to talk to her on the net anymore anyways. And plus, now Clayton’s back, I can’t have music blasting out at all hours. Boy, it’s going to be weird living with someone again. I’d gotten so used to the solitaire thing. This is probably healthier – no more toast for dinner.

    And speaking of not eating toast for dinner, I went to the supermarket today. I was going to take a bus up to it, but then I realised that I’d just missed on and I didn’t want to wait another twenty five minutes, so I figured I may as well walk. It’s just as well I did, because Foodtown is actually so much closer than I thought it was. So I did the shopping, trying to keep expenses down, and having no idea really what to buy because I wasn’t shopping for just me. I did buy heaps of shit for myself though, like shampoo and chocolate and red wine (life’s essentials) but that’s going to come out of my pocket, not the communal-yet-to-be-established-fund. Walking down the wine aisle, I accepted a taste-cup of some red that tasted a lot like a white, because it hadn’t been oaked. I guess it was the sun, and the fact that I hadn’t eaten all day, but I felt all light-headed and warm after that. Made the shopping better I guess.

    I took a cab home, because there was no way I could haul all the groceries home otherwise. My driver was this really cool chick, and we just babbled away the whole distance home. It was $5, so that’s cool – not too much to spend for saving so much hassle. It’s nice to have food in the cupboards again. I was even inspired to do a little cleaning and tidying.

    It’s weird now though, cos like I said, Clayton’s back and so I feel like I have to be tidy and polite and stuff. No big deal really, but I can’t scratch myself, or sit with my skirts hiked up now or anything. I don’t want to traumatise the lad.

    There was something I wanted to say, and I can’t remember what it was anymore. I’ve seen the layout for Annette’s Valentines Day thingie, and it rocks. So yeaaaaah baby. Ahhhhhhh Valentine’s Day. So not friendly to single people. Sure, I’m smart enough to see how crappily cheesy and commercial it is, but SO?

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    Diagramed

    January 23rd, 1999 — 1:04am

    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

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