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So this is my friday night; watching Celebrity Who Wants to be a Millionaire and answering my second telephone survey in three days. I’m even wearing one white and one blue sock. Ahh well, at least Hugh Sundae is on the telly now.

Idly channelsurfing, and then on J2, I find “Anchor Me” and I wanna go to Lundy Island and see green waves and whirlpools and cliffs and all that too – maybe in some parallel universe. Ha! Only me and one other person have any fucking idea what I’m talking about there (Well, maybe KateH too, since she keeps track of every detail of every conversation we ever have, like the good bitch she is, even if she went to Maree’s tonight instead’o hanging with me).

The next video I see is some ten minute epic by Tool, which sparks off a big debate – Tool vs Grooverider. See, they’re both on the same night, next Saturday. I saw Tool in umm 1997, and I wasn’t that impressed, but I think it was just a one off bad compromise. Listening to the video, I really really wanted to see them playing again. I mean, I’m no D&B afficinado – for me, anyone can play the records and i’ll be happy cos there’ll be dancing and quite possibly halves, or wholes. But then again, the Welly Massive are probably gonna be up then, and I told KateH I’d go to Grooverider with her. So, oh the dilema! Eventually I decided that yes, Grooverider would be the go, and I’d compromise by buying the Tool cd as well. I mean, the concert tickets are probably $60+, and I wouldn’t have anyone to go with up here. But then of course, I found out that Grooverider tickets are $50 anyways…. oh the drama! But Grooverider it is, I guess, unless it’s already sold out, or unless i win Tool tickets.

At this point I’m bored and hungry and so I get in my car and go in search of food. I decide to go to Mt. Eden Foodtown, since i’d just done a phone survey praising it, and plus I get to drive like a racing car driver down Alex Mckinnon Drive – 0-70 in umm some short period of time. But just as I’m getting to Dominion Road, I realise that there’s a Police Stop set up, so I start to freak out. Please please please don’t let them breathalyze me! Of course i haven’t been drinking (remember my holy trinity of unbreakable laws – no drunk driving, no unprotected sex and no violating the Two Year Code), but if the police stop me then they might spot that both my registration and my warrant have waaaaaaaay expired. But they don’t, thank god. Clean sailing all the way home.

Hang on a second Jo – how many tenses are you writing in?
Oh shut up, you – what are you, a Journal Nazi?

When I get home I intend to sit down and watch The Great Train Robbery but I got momentarily sidetracked cos Risingson was on m2. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm 3D from Massive Attack. I think it’s mostly his voice that gets to me, makes me melt in my panties (PANTIES PANTIES PANTIES). Actually, he looks a little like Elliot, who I really must txt, cos I still wanna do the port tour. KateM said he was actually serious about wanting to go and not just calling my bluff – excellent! And we were gonna go to the zoo to which I have never been, but I hope that they have bears. Although I dunno if I want to see bears in jail. That’s why I could never work for the Bear Patrol in that town that Ewan Mcgregor went to. Heh.

But the Great Train Robbery was excellent, as you can expect of any old school movie staring Sean Connery. I’m sure in the book that there was a kiddie sex scene, but I can so live without that. Half way through the movie I went to the bathroom, and then I heard Clay, who was supposed to be sleeping yelling “help! help me!” in a really terrified voice. Freaaaaky. So I called out to him and he was like “umm, I’m okay”. I went into his room and he said he’d had a nightmare so I gave him his teddybear and a hug and kissed his forehead all assuringly. I’m such a good mother to my baby. He now has a sticker stuck to his door that says “Boy” and I have one on my door that says “Girl” just so that there’s no confusion. I got the stickers as part of my karma reward pack.

Karma rewards, you say? What good deeds has Joanna possibly done lately that she deserves a reward for? Well, I got up early today to go to the charity organisation that i’m doing voluntary work for and did a ton of photocopying stuff so that I can start my media summary project for them. I also agreed to be their research bitch once I’ve finished that. This is unpaid work that I approached THEM to do, mind you. I’m an angel, really, and finally that’s been acknowledged. I won a Garbage MAC pack off m2, containing all their albums, a single, a nice diary and some MAC makeup. Consequently, I put it all on and posed in front of my camera for hours and hours and hours today. I’m so vain, I probably think this journal’s about me, I’m so I’m so vain. Etc.

Also, I’m sure you’ll all be pleased to know that my nipples aren’t half as sore today as they were yesterday; an unfortunate combination of period-caused hypersensitivity and extremely cold errectness that had me pretty much screaming in pain for a little while (And if you ask why I write so much detailed crap about everything, it’s because I can. You just wait til I start detailing my bowel movements).

Shit, I just realised that the bear I gave Clayt is one that makes funny noises when you squeeze it – I hope he doesn’t roll over on it and get a fright and die, cos that’d suck. It’d mean I wouldn’t get my tenth anniversary cruise with him, after all!

Maz & Kate – 12 sleeps til B-Gone Day. You two are far too excited and happy about this!

On Friday, I made hte long drive up to Paraparaumu to see Oma. Pretty much as soon as I got there she said “You look fatter than when I last saw you! Have you put on weight?” Thanks Oma. And she kept reiterating it all through lunch, while trying to get me to have seconds. Hmmm. But it was still kinda cool. We talked about opera and April Fools and other stuff, as you do. After an hour and a half, I figured that was enough so I went home.

In the evening i made blackbean eggplant stirfry and there were lots of txts and phonecalls to coordinate our activities. Eventually Anji and I headed over to Ayna’s to listen to play records and chill before going out (just to be different). Charlotte and Alex came over, and so that was excellent because they’re both absolutely lovely. Charlotte used to flat with Bopa in Welly and she said that Bopa is mellow and tidy, which is very good news. And Alex is just a total sweetheart. Fatty showed p too, and him Anji and I headed down to Sub9 for DJ Zinc. The others were gonna follow us later.

Half a green alligator later, it was all excellent. When we started dancing, the dancefloor was empty, so it was really interesting to see what Sub9′s actual layout was like (“Oooh, so that’s where that hot chick snogged me before you scared her off at New Years, fatty!). and At first it was more cafe-ish music, and I wanted more “baaaaaaaaaaaaummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” farting sorta bass, but it got there. I like dancing! Dancing number one excellent fun. I wish I could dance like the people who move their feet around lots and lots and lots though. I like watching people in Wellington dance. Si being the dear sweet boy that he is kept coming up to me to run his fingers up my neck and along my shoulders and up and down my back to make me giggle in pleasure. Tehehe, I like people touching me like that in those circumstances. Strangely enough though, he ran away when I told him that he was making my nipples errect. Dance dance dance. There was a pretty green laser shooting at the floor near me opening up portals when it wasn’t being a cloverleaf. However, at one stage, I had a freakout, cos the people were all too close and it was hot and well, you know how claustraphobic I get when people are bumping me so Anji and I went outside for a bit to chill.

When we went back in, we decided to dance in the bit between the door and the main dancefloor, which was completely empty so there was lots and lots and lots of room to go crazy in, so we did. It was funnn. I like dancing like a mad dancing thing. So we danced and danced and danced and danced. And danced. Etc. Etc. Eventually I went to the bathroom and it felt so weird to be walking that I was almost convinced that my feet were floating. My stomach started to complain after a second red bull and my temple hurt and both Anji and I were weary so we agreed that we’d had an excellent night and that we should end it on an up note, and so we left. We gave the taxi driver directions in stereo and he laughed at us. Whilst walking up the hill, I realised that it was raining adn that the rain felt absolutely lovely on my skin, little kisses from angels all over me so I stood in it for a very long time, while Anji laughed at me from the inside. In the lounge, Xmas lights were turned on and m2, and she rolled a wooden massager all over me and I was very very blissful. Then she gave me a valium and so I took a shower and had lovely lovely sleep.

Today I had coffee with Hulita at Olive which was cool, cos their cappachinos are the best in the entire country, and it was of course wonderful to see her again. Then I went home and went back to bed, because i was more than a little tired from the previous night. In the evening me and Mum&Neil went over to the Bentons’ for dinner. KateB and I giggled together lots, as we do, and our new cussword is “Bunny Rabbits” in any form or variation. We also had a big big arguement about exploitation with her dad which is too hard to explain here, but basically involves a British movie star currently featuring in a movie that’s fairly significant movie to NZ, and a boy we went to high school with. And we played Balderdash, good wholesoem fun, and I won. ANd now I am super tired so I will go read more ‘Survivor and go to bed, probably.

Sleep in til late then walk around the house in crisp navy sheet, as opposed to semi-soggy light blue sheets, and eat brie and fresh breadlike I never do in Auckland and listn to Anji and Mum snipe at each other which is pretty wearisome until I go and take drowning showers and then Anji and I do the supermarket shopping and probably save our parents hundreds of dollars by buying cheaper brands, despite the shampoo and stuff we throw in the cart as well. We were even so good that we didn’t throw batteries in amongst it all. Rah rah rah. Yet despite it all, I still had to eat meat and potato and vege for dinner. I’m used to vege vege vege and rice. Do they really have to use that much vegetable oil/add that much dairy fat? No, no they don’t! But they still do, ick!

Evening was the usual grab a couple’o cheap bottles from their racks adn ask someone to drive me to Ayna’s. She’s got a new flatmate so it was reaaaaaaaaal weird walking in – the place was tidy adn there was HOUSE music playing! Crazy. But yeah blah blah blah rah rah rah Ayna and Daniel and Katy and Brad and then it turns out Brad was engaged to Katy the whlole time he was engaged to me so we slapped him lots and were dancing and dancing and dancing adn there was some hiphop thing somewhere thtat we walked to, but I’m not really sure where – did it used to be the Fat Cat cafe? And yeah rah rah sleepy so I went home an my cab driver said PR was bullshit and I was sure I had him in 95/96 when i first fell in love and so he was laughing at me and yeah and telling me about how good the sixties were and fuck i’m tired, bed and smothered noises for me! xojo.

Two hours of sleep is NOT enough to sustain a growing girl. Oh no. So Mum and Paul picked me up around 8.15am and kept trying to talk to me while i went “I’m not awake yet” and then “mm” “mmm” “mmm” til they finally stopped asking me questions. I tried to spread out and sleep in the backseat all the way to Tirau, but Mum has a tiny little grandmother model Mazda, so there was absolutely no room, especially with a candlelabra sticking out of the boot over the seat. How do people have sex in cars? How is there possibly any room or comfort? While we were watching ‘Grease’ the other day (okay, we were bored) I was speculating that Iw anted to live in the fifties and be a ‘bad’ girl, but now I think I take that back. Anyways. So we got to Tirau and Paul being the Yorkshire man that he is demanded bacon and eggs for breakfast, and the only place offering that was a terrible cafe where the coffee was so bad i couldn’t drink it and his food looked so awful that i had to leave. So I took a walk through the picturesque town of Tirau instead. Wow, what a town!

The rest of the drive was loooooooong and moderately excruitating. The highlight for me was listening to one of Mum’s tapes – a mix of the hits of ’84 and ’85, which i knew almost every word to. Man, I used to LOVE Pia Zadora. Anyways. So I’m in Welly now. Anji gave me a bead necklace she made with the letters ‘B’ ‘J’ and ‘Q’ hanging from it, and if you don’t know what that means then it’s in a Liz Phair song called ‘Flowers’ and if you still don’t know then I can’t fucking help you, eh buddy. Bopa emailed me to say that YES, she wants to move in, and so I am very very excited. I also promised her that i will call Charlotte and Allie, her old flatmates. Fatty called me which was lovely, and then I popped over to KateB’s house to see her cos i haven’t seen her in weeks and yeah, yay, it’s all good. Lots of socialising to do, DJ Zinc on Friday probably and I might even build Momma a webpage while i’m at it.

I couldn’t be bothered rounding up any friends tonight, and I thought my fiance was going to be in town but he’s actually in Raglan, so instead I stayed at home and watched teen movies by myself. Now, that’s not actually as lame as it sounds. Well, okay, maybe it is. But I’ve still enjoyed myself immensely <!– oh yes, I enjoy myself on average  at least twice a day lately, but that’s beside the point –>. But anyways. The whole teen movie thing kinda promoted me into planning to write a disection of my life according to teen movie rules whilst I was watching American Pie, but then I watched Cruel Intentions 2 and it was so terrible and amusing that I lost my plot. It was a porn movie without any porn.

So yeah, afterthat I really can’t be bothered addressing the myths and traditions and all like I planned to. Besides, I think we all know that I’d just be writing it cos right now I have a craving for skin to skin contact that’s not being fulfilled. I want kissing! Dammit, why oh why did I pass my Slut-Stick on? (oh, and think of that like a relay rather than a vibrator please, like fuck I’d give up my purple friend). Although of course the girl that I passed it to fully deserved it and everything, and I’m so NOT calling you a slut, but you know that I do blame you for the fact that no one is putting out for me anymore.

I got approximately two hours sleep last night, and of course I once actually got to sleep, Ben came home and was loud and so i woke up and took ages to get back to sleep, grr. My alarm went off at 7.30am because I was supposed to go to an 8am class, but I realised there was no way that I could make it,so i txted Jinan to say I’d meet her at 10 in our office to finish off our Com Strat assignment and that’s waht I did, although my eyes were barely open. She accused me of being hungover,which wasn’t at all true – I don’t know why I couldn’t sleep last nioght, but eventually i got so bored of tossing and turning I got up and typed ten pages of notes taht I’d taken in three hours at Borders yesterday afternoon. So yeah anyways. We finished our com strat, and then I went to see KateH for the very last time at her current workplace and Cam called me Babe and I swooned and then I came home and slept for another four hours. This evening while I was watching some kind of wonderful, Clay came home very briefly to change his shirt and to bitch about Ben eating his food again (I’ve stuck signs up on the fridge and cupboards with this little ditty penned by Maree and typed by KateH “This is Joanna’s food – if you eat it you are rude – buy your own you lazy ass – you realyl have no class – love kate and Maz” and there’s a list of all my stuff he’s eaten that I want replaced stuck to to the TV, you can call this petty but it’s just fucking ridiculous, especially when his rent isn’t going through either). Anyways, what was I saying about Clay? Oh yeah, he was bitching, he changed, and he was out of the door before he was like “ohh whoops,” and so he came back to hug me, then left again. Heh.

So, I haven’t actually finished writing my speech yet (and I have to do it tomorrow!) but I don’t really have any doubt in my ability to talk my way out of my own ass (ha, how’s taht for taking a couple’o cliches and muddling them up?) so I’m sure it’ll be fine if I take a little break and wait for this mask to set on my face and write my journal. Woah, that was quite a long sentence just there.

Today Maz came and talked to us in our PR Forum and at the end she came over to me and said “I’ll call you later” and it was so her attempt at being Carolyn Ryan saying hi to Nigel when she lectured us in Journalism second year (inncidently, why do all guys think she is the hottest news reader in the world?). After my lecture I tried to play some kinda weirdass Simon Says game in the quad but only so I could get a free LiftPlus. Students are such whores for free shit, even if it tastes nasty. Another lecture and then i went home and got stuck in on my speech again, until I got distracted by a nap.

My shoes from Willow Shoes got delivered today, yay! They’re the burgandy Mary Janes taht you will find on page three of that site if you’re really into stalking me that much. They’re lovely, and so are the people at Willow Shoes, who sent me a bath bomb as a free gift, and then wrote to me to tell me that my thank-you email had made their day. Awww. People who supply me size 11 shoes deserve all the love in the world. Yesterday I got a pair of new jeans, and they’re flared and soft and lovely, but maybe I should have got them in a size smaller because they sit reaaaaal low and they’re not supposed to. It’s weird, when I put on clothes that i haven’t worn in ages, they’re all looser too, which would suggest that maybe I’ve lost weight, but I look a whole lot fatter, and my skin is bursting with ugly pustuales, and I’m just generally unattractive right now and meh. My hair is looking good though! I did find it amusing that only KateM noticed i’d had it dyed.

My face isn’t quite ready to peel off yet though, so I will hold off on my Patrick Bateman imitations. My mummy is coming up to Auckland for a Potter’s Convention over easter, so I’ll drive back to Welly with her and her friend Paul and stay down there for a week. This means that I’ll get to go out with Ayna and Daniel et all, and hopefully get a chance to catch up with Fatty, who I haven’t heard from in a million years. You suck, Fatty. And KateB too, hopefully, unless she’s back by then, and she’ll say to me “have you lost weight?” and make me feel happy. And Tom too hopefully. I’m looking forward to the holidays, even if before then I have this 20% speech, and a 10% Com Strat, and then oh yeah, there’s that 50% IMC essay due next wednesday which I can’t yet even understand the question of. Guess who will be spending the day in Borders on Thursday buried in the Marketing section? I figure it’s only fair to use it as a library since it’s an evil empire and everything.

Why is hotmail so fucking slow tonight? Of course, i just realised that zFree is ending its service at the end of April so I’m going to have to actually pay for an ISP which means that I’ll be able to use a mailprogramme again, yay. Damn webbased mail, nothing but trouble! I saw my landlady today and she said that my room would definately be carpeted by the end of March, she was just waiting for the carpet people to come in to do one fo the apartments on the ground floor. She’s renovating the apartment of the motorcycle man who was killed in an accident. Last night I moved the dining room table into my room so that I have a proper working surface – you will of course remember that my desk is very dodgylike, and unlikely to survive an assembly then disassembly whilst the carpet is being laid. Of course, this does bring up the issue that when I have carpet again, I will no longer have any excuse not to put my bed back together. I don’t think I want to though! Having my mattress directly on the floor is really comfortable, and as anyone who’s ever even sat on my bed can attest to, it’s damn noisy. Squeak squeak squeak. Then again, since I have to put up with Kara’s MOTHERFUCKING GIGGLING all the time, so what if Clay has to hear my bed moving around, even if I’m just sleeping in it by myself very innocently? And I don’t care if I piss Ben off, because fuck, he’s pissing both me and Clay off more and more on a daily basis. I bumped into Bopa the other day, one of the lovely girls that I met on Boxing Day, and she’s living up here now and is unhappy with her flat. Clay’s friend Adrian is also thinking about finding a new flat, so Ben had better pull his socks the fuck up, that’s all I can say. Well no, that’s not all I can say. KateH offered to make me labels to stick on all my food to try and get him to stop eating it, so yes please dear,if you have time!

Maaaaaargh, I must take a break from my computer. Hurry up and call me, dick.

<!– So, news coverage today focused on 9/11 commemorations in New York.  It’s been six months, which means that I’m officially off Fluox.  I still have some pills left over (in fact, I suspect that I might actually have a whole month left over that I should pick up from the pharmacy, due to my slackness in taking things daily – I really should investigate this and then sell them to my friends who think antidepressants help with comedowns) but that’s beside the point.  Apparently I am no longer crazy.  Oh sorry, excuse me, I was never crazy, just depressed.   Remember, my quality of life depends on you, or something like that –>

I smell something burning but I can’t figure out what. I’vebeen checking the stove and various electrical fittings and all, but I can’t findanything out ofthe ordinary. Odd. Also, go HERE and join my notify list. I guess that’s not related to burning things (unless it was a “To: list@hubris.co.nz – Hi! My house is burning down. The smoke is filling my hallway and I think my skin is puckering from the heat. The electricity hasn’t shorted out yet, but I’m sure it will. How far down do you think three stories is in terms of broken bones? Cough cough. Ohh, my legs are on fire, it’s climbing my bod….” Sorry,is that poor taste? <!– because really, I taste excellent. –>) but it is on my mind, so there you go. Don’t ask me what I’ll send to the notify list,but I’msure it’ll be all sorts of exciting treats.

Today I spent two and a half hours after a lecture working on my Com Strat with Jinan. I’m still confused about the differneces between objectives, strategies and tactics as defined by the PR World (Maz – any thoughts?) but we’re pretty much done with our first assignment. I think we were helped a great deal by the fact that our mentor was super efficient in the information she gave us. It made me feel good to work hard like that. I was also happy that the sandwich place in the Imax building has gone back to having sundried tomato paste instead of actual sundried tomatos. Advacado, tomato, carrot, cucumber & sundried tomato paste in that order on rye swirl bread and a takeaway cappachino and I’m a student all over again. Of course, I’ve done no studying this evening but hey. I did bake a banana cake which grrrr Clay’s taken a big chunk out of without asking. Plus Kara (grrrrr!) was around this evening like an hour before he got home (apparently she doesn’t like walking to our house from the hundred metres away bus stop in the dark) so I had to offer her some, and that just really bugs me. I know you think this sounds petty, but none of you have to live with her, do you Katie? NO! And if you did, you’d be smart like Anji and Daniel and dislike her too.

I got someone else’s email yesterday because of the lack of current @hubris forwards right now, and in it someone else had described me as “a dope-as chick” and that just made me smile and smile for ages. Is that up there with “your hair is choice” ? Probably not quite, but it’s certainly better than “I exist to get your pants off” (Note to self: update lines page). Yes, I know I’m far too easily pleased – although then again, there are people who would argue that I’m far too picky (“what? you want someone you can actually have a conversation with? what the fuck is up with that?”).

I’m going to have to move the dining table into my bedroom real soon if there’s no sign of carpet laying happening, because I very much doubt that my desk could handle being assembled and then disassembled and reassembled again. This whole sitting on the ground thing is waaaay overrated. Fuck the Japanese(oh wait hang on a minute, didn’t I already? <!– he had shaved testicles which I presume were an attempt to make his cock look bigger –>)! Even if I put zabuton in here instead of a folded up duvet to sit on, it’d still be too uncomfortable for the long periods of time that my upcoming essays will require.

What else? I’m restless again and considering going for a drive, except that I’ve been north recently, and I don’t want to go souther than Greenlane, and I’ve never really been West, and to go East I’d have to go South, and besides, what is there to do out East? I did the supermarket shopping yesterday so it’s not like I can go do that (although I could replace all my food that Ben’s managed to eat since I bought it – grrr, I am SO angry that I’m tempted to leave a louise-esque note for him – he always does this and I’ve asked him many times before not to). I miss KatieB like mad. I hope it’sall going well for her down there (emailme, bitch!). (I’m very much in a brackets mood tonight)

So, I’ve discovered the best nightclub in town, bar none. There’s no dress code. There are no wankers. There’s no one bumping into you or looking at you funny. The music is a perfect blend of hiphop, electronica and other random stuff thrown in just to make it fun. It’s convienently located in town and you can dance in your bare feet because it’s carpeted. There’s plenty of access to free water,and there’s couches for resting on, and even showers and beds too if you need. No one looks twice at you if you run your hands all over yourself because your pill makes it feel extra nice. It’s called My Lounge. But most of you probably wouldn’t get in. Sorry.

Friday morning me and Jinan met our mentor and interviewed her and she must have been very effective because much later that evening when I found myself in a bullshit conversation with someone I was able to completely repeat everything that she had told me and believe in what I was saying too, so that was amusing. But I’m getting ahead of myself. What else did I do during the day? Hmmm. I napped, because 8am classes are no fun.

Friday night I got another call from Brad-My-Fiance; he was drunk again and wanted to tell me again that he loved and missed me and was coming up to Auckland soon. I told him that i wasn’t sure if I could still marry him because I was in a man hating mood, but then again, I am a sucker for anyone who tells me that they worship me. I drove to KateM’s house, and we took a taxi together to Justin’s flatwarming. Of course, we got dropped off too early so we wandered the streets of Sandringham for ages because there was some kinda conspiracy where none of the houses had letter boxes with numbers on them,but eventually we got there.

I ran out of beer waaay too early and found myself trying to make conversations with people I didn’t know – well, alternating between doing that and standing in a corner by myself. There were actually a lot of really nice people there but I dunno – I felt a little weary of the whole polite chitchat thing so eventually I just started insultingpeople and starting conversation that way. I really liked the people who took it in the spirit that it was intended and started psychoanalyzing me on that basis. The other party highlight for me was dancing to Fur Patrol with KateM and thinking about boys who like the song Loaded (where are you???). At the end of the night there was a lot of standing around on the driveway waiting for taxis that never came and so I went to town with Nick and Megan who I met at Octoberfest and we played pool, and that was cool. I suck really badly at it though, and also, some fucking moron at the table next to us asked me if I’d come from a 5th form party, so I was like, “yeah thanks for that”.

Saturday morning/noonish, I was sitting sheeted at the dining room table reading the paper when Ben decided to try and convince me that I should go and have drinks with him down at his work. I was like “aaaargh”. I’ve decided that it’s worth the $3000+ dollars that I’m paying for my ‘education’ just so that I can have the yearlong excuse of “having to study” every time I need it. He told me that I need to go out more often and meet more people and so I was like “I went to a party last night! I’m going to another one tonight! What more can you ask of me?” He said I needed to meet a nice boy or girl, and so I told him that I was engaged to a guy in Wellington. When Ben asked why I wasn’t with that guy then I said that he was moving in in two weeks time. He was suprised but I’m worried that he completely believed me. Sucker.

Later that evening I slathered on silver eyeshadow cos I intended to sparkle and dance, and went off walking down K’Road to KatieH’s house. I had to go via the bottleo and then after that, there were no taxis on my side of the road and I was almost at Great North Road before I had the clever idea of crossing to the other side. Duh. Anyways. So once again there was lots of talking to people I didn’t know, and being bailed up in corners by people who claimed that I’d met them previously the week before and “you were really trashed then”. Ahuh probably, but that doesn’t mean that you can invade my personal space, freak. I took my leftovers from Welly that I’d brought back in my bra, because I was curious to see what it’d be like in a non-danceparty environment. Suffice to say that I spent a lot of time stroking the skin on my hands because it felt really nice. When I told Justin he started stroking my face and so I was like “aaaaaargh”. Note to the world: I have a very erogenous face. Don’t touch it unless you mean to start something. Pretty much everyone had left at that stage so I called a cab and went home via Kingsland to drop off Tasha (see, I have no problems in walking home by myself from wherever, but it’s completly not okay for anyone else to do it!) And then at home I danced by myself in the lounge for ages and ages, it was excellent. Then I had a cold shower and wanted to listen to Beth Orton like I always do whenever I’m coming down, except that I don’t have my Beth Orton cd right now (grrr!) but Jeff Buckley was a fine substitute.

Today I was completley and utterly drained so I stayed in bed til about 5. I didn’t really have anything to do, so why not? Tomorrow I will finally have to go and retrieve my car from Mt. Eden and also get tampons since I’ve started on the bleed again (yay regularity!). And I might also do some actual study instead of just saying that I have to, although that could be stretching things a little. Sleep now! Hopefully Ben and his maurauding friends won’t be too loud if they come back again from going out after the Chemical Brothers concert.

Right now I’m like 700km away from where I was the last time you heard from me, and you probably had no idea that i was flying back to Auckland today. Bless snap decisions and also online booking for freedom air. KateB said that she probably wasn’t going to drive back up to Auckland until Sunday,and I couldn’t wait that long because I have stuff to do up here. And so I flew. And so here I am. And my computer is sitting on a box and I’m lying across my bed, because suprise suprise, no further work has been done on my room. Maybe I should get drunk so that tomorrow I can have a hangover, because that way I’m bound to get woken up by tradespeople. But then again, I had a semi hangover this morning, mostly due to an intense lack’o sleep, so maybe not.

Last night I got a txt message from Ayna saying “we shd jst get a bottle and get fckd at hm like the old dayz” and so that’s what we did. It makes me laugh that “the old days” that she was referring to was Christmas/New Years, but she meant it in that sense. So we drank vodka and gossiped and talked and talked and talked and eventually she made me go into town. We went to Jet Lounge but then realised that neither of us actually wanted another drink (i know, strange!) so we went home and crashed out instead. Her bed is really short, plus she woke up a couple of hours later and couldn’t get back to sleep, and since I was sharing her bed, I couldn’t sleep either which was really annoying. Around 6am she went to play on her decks and I finally managed a couple of hours sleep, only to dream about being woken up by my mother calling to find myself covered in paint. Odd.

Eventually my mother really did call, and Anji picked me up and took me home so i could shower and nap and pack. Then Mum droppped me off in town so that i could have lunch with Hulita. We had Malaysian at Roti, and the roti was reaaally yummy. And then it was off to the airport with me.

I’m really hot and itchy now, so I might stop writing. Excellent.

Sleeping in until sometime after three is excellent, especially when you get up and aren’t at all sick, unlike your sister and crazy Linda who came home an hour after you so drunk that they were incapable of making tea and toast and you had to do it for them. Heh.

Karen came around for dinner tonight so we had quality family time, watching a very funny Halloween Simpsons episode. And then I txted Ayna to find out what time i should go around and she told me that Dan and Mike and Adam were already there, so I could go any time. So I got Neil to drop me off – I really should have made him come in to meet Brad, seeing as how we’re engaged and all now. Anyways. So we hung out and played records and stuff, as you do at Ayna’s. Adam was really good at beat matching. I’m afraid to even look at her turntables for fear of breaking them. I had a big discussion about Briteny Spears vs The Spice Girls with Brad and Mike, but I can’t remember what the winning verdict was. Eventually the boys took off, Brad decided to stay home and Bobby showed up and drove me and Ayna down to the Foundary.

Yay for seeing Katy Troop again! Everyone at the Foundary was gathered around their dining room table (although they don’t have a dining room as such, just a massively huge lounge that’s big enough to hold dance parties in) doing what they called “Russian Cocaine”, so I did that too. Russian Cocaine, apparently, is slices of lemon with sugar and instant coffee grinds on top, which you put in your mouth and wash down with shots of vodka. It’s a really weird combination eh, and it kinda knocks you back really quick for some strange reason. And I had conversations about movies with people at film school and we tested someone who said that they wanted to work in Continuity by making him close his eyes while we switched necklaces and stuff to see if he’d figure it out – and he always did. So I’m sure he’s got a bright future ahead of him.

Eventully me and Ayna and Kartini and Bobby went to Phoenix for some hip hop thingie – I can’t remember exactly what it was called but it was something to do with Wahine, since it was all Women stuff. It’s so strange going to dance parties at Phoenix, since it used to be the Repatory Theatre and I used to do drama lessons there. Now the Green Room is a very nice bar with boothes and big windows, and the main theatre bit seems so much smaller. I like dancing to hip hop and taking half pills. I’ve also decided that i wanna become an MC when I grow up because the girl that was doing it was just so fucking cool and excellent.

Katy and Kartini both left, so Ayna and Daniel talked me into going to Sandwichs at Sub9 with them (ha, that whole sentence sounds just a little kinky, doesn’t it? Make your thighs like butter, easy to spread, and we can make sandwichs. You can be the bun and I’ll be the burger girl, we can make sandwichs. Etc). It was $35 to get in, and that was on top of the $18 for the hip hop, but I figured, why the fuck not. After all, this is my last chance weekend at Hedonism before I go back to tech and actually knuckle under and do lots of work. I am very super glad that I let myself be talked into it. The music was super cool and fun, and for house, it was really realyl diverse and not all gimpy. SO I danced and danced and danced until my feet blistered, adn then I danced some more. I lost Ayna and Dan so I went upstairs to 9bar to chill out for a while, then went and danced some more. Eventually though, i found myself wanting to yell “STOP TOUCHING ME” at everyone who pushed past, and the whole crowd thing was starting to really really freak me out, so I went and jumped in a cab and went home. I’m not even going to start to think about how much money I’ve spent in Wellington.