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Top’o the morning to you! To be sure, to be sure! You see, the ting is…KateMandIwentout to celebrate St Pats day today around 2.30pm. It’s only like 9.30pm now but I had to come home cos she had to go elsewhere<!– answering a booty call, no less –>. I’m full of baileys and guiness and doing easter eggs right now so I’m fairly content, especially since it means that Ican review how far I’ve come. Last St Patricks’, she said I was thepopular one, yet this yearit was her with the homeless people asking herfor kisses. Apparently I will be popular next year, we’re taking turns. Her friend Veggie Jason also came out with us (as opposed to ‘Hot Jason’) and so that was fun. Her and I got stick on tattoos from the barman that said “Kiss me,I’m Irish” so we had txting competitions, trying to send that message to more people, but we both peaked at 15 I think. Or was it that we each had 15 people starting with J in our phones? Something like that. KateM is a bad influence on me.

When did I last write? I suspect it was some time ago. Friday I braved insane traffic and lack’o parking at lunchtime to bring KateH Mercury plaza for her lunch, because I love her that much and also because I’ve behaved badly towards her lately and while that doesn’t make up for it, I’m all about tokenism. Later that evening I met up with her and Nicky and two of Nicky’s friends at D72 and we had dinner and fun and then a big drive around Mission Bay (“Nicky,are you taking me to a lookout point? are we going to make out?”). Then I went to the supermarket in Mt Eden for beer and C batteries (life’s essentials) and figured that since I was in her neighbourhood,I’d go see KateM. So I hung out with her and Elliot, and I ripped my skirt all the way across one of its panels. Damn fifty year old perishable Thai silk! So that sucked. Elliot tried to talk me into going out to dance to house music, but oh please. However, he did say that he’d go on boat tour’o the Ports’o Auckland with me, whichwas immensly pleasing since everyone else just laughs at me when I suggest it. Come on people, it’s FREE! So there. Anyways,eventually I had to go home cos i was falling asleep, and also because my skirt was so ripped.

On Saturday Shirley came over and we hung out and then Richard came over and we hung out some more. We’d intended to go dancing at bEd, but by that stage we were too ‘tired’ to actually move, so we had to give that one a miss. But still, it was nice to spend some quality time with her. Which brings us to Sunday, which is today, and which is where I started this journal entry.

Someone just sent me an AIM going “this sounds like a weird question but are you short?” I talked to them briefly but they kept saying “lol” so I started to ignore them. Lol my ass. OOOh, FINALLY I can get ahold of my Diane, so I will go and call him now and refuse to scan my nipples for him, on the grounds that my scanner isn’t working and I only offered to get his attention.

It’s midnight, I have class at 10am tomorrow and I need to read two chapters in (the only one i can find/afford)my text book for IMC before I go to sleep, so really, I should stop making myself an Amazon Wishlist (that’s right, click it and buy me stuff – pretend I’m a hot cam girl) to compensate for the fact that I can’t make a wishlist on adultshop.com . But hey, how can intergrated marketing communication compare to sex toys and/or cds, dvds and books of the nonsexual persuasion?

I re-read Microserfs the other night and I think for the first time I was truely struck by the love between Dan and Karla – at times it made me catch my breath. I’ve been all emotional lately, it’s kinda fun. It also made me realise how much I subconciously try to write my journal like I was Douglas Coupland, with lots of one sentence paragraphs starting with “Oh,” but I think we can all see that I’m not at all in his league.

Oh, but I did discover today that the AUT cafe sells vegan muffins, so that was good to find out. It’s interesting that although I am no longer a practicing vegan I still tend to naturally choose the vegan option if there is one. I guess that’s me trying to be healthy.

And you realise that I started that last paragraph with an “oh” when it so didn’t need one, right?

After three hours of classes and an hour of doing my Not-For-Profit-And-Completely-My-Own-Initiative-Work proposal, FINALLY, I went and got a haircut at the training academy (hey, I’d pay ten dollars just for a shampoo any day). The woman who cut my hair was very nice, but she was a bit of a talker and allIwanted to do was bliss out. I love people playingwithmy hair. Fucking space bar. Grrr.

Tonight I watched the new NZ telly programme – The Strip. It wasn’t too bad actually. I like stuff filmed in Welly except that I get too anal about it and want to tell them off for driving the wrong way to the next apparent location if you know what I mean.

Oh again, and I can’t find the actual link to my wishlist, but it’s pretty short right now anyways. You can find it if you look up my obvious email address on Amazon.com I’m sure. And also, if you feel inclined to send me sex toys, you can do that too. Thanks.

And now I will go and be studious andgood. Okay, bye bye.