You and me in the last days

So tomorrow, or sort of todayish, it will have been a year since I cried and I screamed and I hoped and I begged and I cried some more in joy and Obama was voted in as president. There are plenty of people who will write about the political implications of all that, and about the terrible puppy-eating thing that happened a few days later in NZ when my hair looked all amazing and I was pretending to be Joan Holloway, but I will pretend that night never happened. And I suppose that’s where it would be easy to start the fantasies, to pretend that the things never happened, but lately and for very little reason other than maybe getting my period and the associated END OF THE WORLD right before it, I am reminded of all these things and all these touches, and I react funny, and I cry in strange places and contact people that I shoudn’t because I just want some kind of attention and I know that mostly this is me, not you, and yet I have come to the conclusion that it’s not that I am still in love with you, but rather that it has gone out the other side and I hate you for what you have done to me, and for what I let myself become and that maybe it is easier if I loathe every single thing about you. But of course, that’s not actually that much easier. It just took me by surprise a couple of nights ago when I was just totally overcome with thoughts of the things that briefly were things, but not for very long and anyways, let’s end this paragraph. I am not good at dealing with anniversaries of things that are teh sux0r.

Now I have a a toss-up between good or bad. Let’s go with the bad, then the good.

I will try to keep this paragraph relatively spoiler-free, but I have been watching a certain show set in 1963 on torrents, and so yes, you can expect that Mad Men WILL deal with the assassination of JFK (oh, spoiler alert, apparently the president got assasinated in November 1963..) and I was watching that episode last night and because of course, much like you, my moment of “This is history happening right now” was 9/11, and so it was all played out in flashback sequences last night, the starting on Fluox, the Buffy episode at 3am, the flicking to the news channel, the “oh wow, what movie is this?”, the text messages to Kateh and Thomas, the wondering whether or not to wake Clayton, and then the flatmate hunt in the weeks after, but most relevantly, EM’s letters about what he told his son about the bad men when his son’s cartoons were taken off the air. It’s 2009, EM, shouldn’t you be emailing me right now?

But oh, the happy anniversaries! They can wipe out all the badness. And this is where the glee comes in, with going to Christchurch for one night for Harvestbird and Ned’s wedding. I feel very tongue-tied and inadequate and actually quite useless in recording such a lovely mellow event (although I can say that some dumbass Kwikimart clerk gave me terrible directions and it took me 30 minutes to walk to the bar instead of two), but what I can do instead is embed a drunken video for you that I took of the crazy lights in my crazy hotel room:

Apart from that, Christchurch was AWESOME! There was the girl on the plane who recognised me from a rollerderby match (“you’re Jo from Pretty Pretty aren’t you?”) who gave me a tour around the city to my hotel and an adventurous trip back to the airport the next day. There were hungover drinks with Emma Hart who managed to make ME blush which is practically as unheard of as the word “squozen” and the brunch the next day with Kebabette at C1.

I know Kebabette from PPP, so this is a good time to say how awesome the Pretty Pretty Party was. Also awesome? The Pride & Prejudice & Zombies ball. There are great pics on that link, by the way. I do so really love to dance, and the girls and boys at that dance swept me off my feet and all over the floor and I really should have hitched up my skirt better so I wouldn’t have slipped over so much. The fact that I ended up crying behind my (Theresa’s) fan at Motel later that night and sending texts to inappropriate people because I wanted some attention is clearly irrelevant. Honest!

I had a period for like, almost two weeks or something? Which was annoying but at least it kind of made my body make sense. Now I’ve got a three-week contract working from home but all I seem to want to do is take naps, so my hours are a little sporadic and off the standard chart. I have Fridays in the office to ground me however, and I feel really good and confident about the work I am doing. It is very much aligned with my skill set and close to my heart. Someone commented to me on Facebook the other day about how they can’t believe that I still don’t have a job yet and I feel pretty much the same way that they do, only more so.

El moved out but a lovely girl from Twitter who is on Brutal Pagaent (boo!) at Roller Derby (yay!) will be moving in. Brent’s going to move in with his girlfriend so I still need another flatmate. My social calendar is insanely busy. Hubris wasn’t updated for a while, but now it is. Good. Gossip Girl time now, right?

Except Lisa has me watching a Pearl Jam clip where they’re singing ‘Black’ and I expect him to start singing “We…belong…together” like he does in the Unplugged video, not altogether too different from Campbell Scott (that’s right, isn’t it Jessie? I get the two confused) in Singles but then he sings lines from ‘Good Woman’ instead about how he’s lying when he says he doesn’t love me no more, and oh, they’re too much like a text message when someone said that they were going to say that they were over me because they were weak, and oh, fuck you Obama, I am holding you entirely responsible for this, apart from the parts that are Guy Fawke’s fucking doings..

4 responses to “You and me in the last days”

  1. In toronto he sang “Did we belong, did we belong together? Together? Did we belong? We didn’t belong together….” if that helps any.

    I should let you listen to ME singing it. With our new words. It mentions clowns.

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  2. Here… dont judge… that first note is pretty brutal… and any note i had to hold… most notes actually..

    And the lyrics…

    Black, revised version 2009 (with apologies to E Vedder and S Gossard):

    Sheikhs of empty can, this,
    undersheets have claimed
    her legs spread out before me as her body lay still
    allllllll bacharach’s sons evolved a rounder soul – as he heard in the song
    Now thee, heir, i’d tasted in brie,
    Pass, take it in turns

    ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
    and on that donut was… everythiiiiiiiiiing
    mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmeowwwwwwww
    I gnaw, she gave me a bitchy war
    And now my bed unhands, shake bin eat the clowns,
    A fort was a free hang
    all the bitch had said
    oh ben watched in blag
    tattered everyday

    Ah, Tigger, walk outside,
    Arms around hid bar, son kicks a plate
    arcane feel tim delaughter
    so why two arse hair?

    Mmmohhhh, Ann Twistie thought Seth’s been a grandma here
    Arm’s bin in, ooohhh, arm’s bin in
    Hah, quick the sunken drive away
    and gnome on bitter ass
    crayola broken clash
    a butt was everything
    All the bitches said, Auburn watched in black,
    Tad chewed everything
    order lord GO BACK!
    turn my WHOA to bleh
    take two, no one sees
    Oh that dye yam, “Hola, bean!”
    Yeaaahhh… Ahah, Ahah, Woooo!

    Arnold, someday you’ll have a beautiful light
    A gnome will be disturbed
    In somebody else’s sight
    butt wide
    wiiiide
    wiiiiiiiiiiiiidde
    can of beans. can of beaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaans.. mooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo wine.

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  3. You are otterly adorable!

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  4. A beautifully-written post!

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