A Lament

Why do all Cup-A-Soups taste the same??
Why does this bruise, when I poke it, cause me pain??
I wanna know!! Have you ever seen the rain??
Oh Romeo, Romeo- What's in a name??

I find it sad. Subject, verb, object.

I've found lots of things sad recently- the drunk obese Maori woman at the bus stop with a dog collar round her neck and a giant safety pin through her ear, a friend of mine at Uni who hates Wellington purely because he hasn't seen the beauty of it yet, the fact that my dog is getting very old and I hardly get to see her anymore.

However, the sighs I sigh for these things are made with breath, and that is one thing I do not lament. I have breath in my body and blood in my veins. The Maori woman will sober up (hopefully...), Christie will get used to the city when I take him round to see things, and I will see Sally very soon when I go back up and I will cuddle and play with her.

Yay!! Back home soon, and I will be able to see many of you!! After planes taking off over our heads and rubbish trucks and car fumes, I can't WAIT to see green hills and hear the birds and smell the trees in the bush. I love it here but I think really there IS no place like home, so tap your heels twice Dorothy then you and Toto can be on your way. In my case, I will check in at the airport once then myself and Christian will be on our way.

It's very exciting.

LOOK OUT KAIPARA SLASH WARKWORTH, WE ARE COMING BACK!!

PS. Screw Cup-A-Soup, I'm making my own and it's FULL OF DELICIOUSNESS. Even my mum said so.


I miss this view...


Oh ye hazy hills!!


Look, it's trees and hills AND Sally!!! (she's in front of the flax bush)

Dilly-Dally, Shilly-Shally

My English tutor is hilarious.

He's a very... uh... confident man, but he's one of those people that have their opinions and press them on others not to be arrogant or show off, but in the intent of opening their eyes to more possiblities. I guess that's why I like him so much, because he's a lot like Mrs. Hutton. I detest the way he swans around (I'm sorry, that was unfair, he doesn't swan. He strides with an air of confidence. But I still detest it.) and I hate the way his eyes bore into you when you're saying something, just waiting for you to trail off under his intense gaze that says "I'm drinking in everything you say and I'm gunna attack it as soon as soon as you're finished so if I were you I'd stop talking and giving me more ammunition". I hate the way he is so sarcastic but in such a subtle way that only the perceptive people in the tute pick up on it, and the others just think they really ARE right. I hate how talented and skilled he is and how much he knows.

But because of all this, I find him irresistably compelling, he has a sort of invisible pull that overwhelms my best senses and makes me express my opinions and say stuff out loud without thinking of the consequences. Oh Buddha. Like Mrs Hutton, it's the kind of deal that if you say something, you will either be shot down and squashed or lifted up to high heaven. Kinda like the risk of jumping across a ravine full of carnivorous giant spiders to get to a magical land of chocolate- the outcome depends on the strength of the jump. In all seriousness, I get the jitters just waiting for the tute to begin because I just CANNOT stay quiet (me!!) and listen to other people rabbit on.

Wow, and I have COMPLETELY gone off why I introduced Hamish in the first place. It was because the other day... wait for it... he called Romeo an emo. And I have not gotten over it. It is just SO FUNNY when you think about it because he IS an emo. If anyone wants details as to why I will gladly share.

Ah Shakespeare, your foresight knows no bounds.

<----Boundless

<---- His life is like a dark abyss, stabby rip stab stab

Disclaimer: I mock Romeo here, and also in particlar Romeo from Baz Luhrmann's Romeo and Juliet, however I would just like to say I ADORE both of them (especially the movie...sigh), and without Romeo's emosity the play would not be a quarter of what it actually is. The passion that drives Romeo is the passion that drives the play. Otay??

Looks Like We're In For Nasty Weather

Okay. One word.

COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLD. (read: freezing)

I'm not complaining about the weather, no no no, merely commenting on it, and that is what's happening at the moment.

Yesterday I had a visit from one of my Aunties, she's a well-to-do Aucklander with property on Waiheke Island and in Matakana. She's so funny though, she's very classy and upmarket but comes out with the funniest things. And she can also be counted on to bring a nice bottle of Rose to lunch, some hot ham and Gruyere cheese (which she left here- yuuuuum). It was awesome cos she is the first family member to have seen our house, not even mum has seen it all set up properly, however she will soon.

Because it is getting all Autumny the trees are looking like risque dancers, not many clothes on and the rest are flesh coloured (ie. the leaves are turning brown). Soon I will venture out into this land of joy and joyness, and climb the Hill of Prosperity (Mount Vic) and wrestle with the Winds of Seduction and Despair (the numbing Southerlies that come from the South Island who whisper enticingly in your ear "screw exercise, go home!! Go home to warmth!!"), they try to push me down but oh no, not this time sister. Nothing comes between me and Burning Excess Energy (except for maybe more energy in the form of a hot cup of something). And then..... I WILL do some Uni work. There's an update on that, by the way. I am becoming more and more gooder at actually knuckling down and doing it (mainly cos I look like a doofus in the tutes not knowing anything) however in the process I seem to have lost my sense of grammar, as I have started to say things like "gooder" and such like.

Well, I better go now while I'm on a high note. And now, to steal Christian's iPod, pull on some thermals, tie some laces and work those thighs. DAMN good intentions!!

<----This is me warming up, they say Wellington ages you but I don't believe them, look at my great figure.

Aqualung My Friend, Don't You Start Away Uneasy

I'm doing this instead of an essay. WHY is it so hard to do things that we have to?? Makes no snese. Makes no sense, either.

Soon we will have visitors- Kim and Gareth are coming to stay!! Yippee and excitement!! Christian and me are practically bouncing around. Tehehe- sorry I was just picturing it. It was a gorgeous winter day before, sunny and warm yet crisp, my favourite. Mmmm, sounds like pie. But then old Mr. Cloud comes along with his grumblings and his rumblings and his backinmydays and ate the pie clean away and now he's fat and blocking the sky. HOW is my sunflower supposed to grow WITHOUT SUN?? Mr Nasty Old Cloud didn't think of THAT now did he!! It will be a Nasty Cloud Flower soon if somebody doesn't give someone else a good kick in the pants!! Goodness gracious.

We are going to Armegeddon this weekend- nerd fest!! It'll be fun, because of all the crazy people to make me feel better about myself. Spike Spencer will be there also, who voiced Shinji Ikari in the Evangelion Neon Genesis series. Christian practically swooned when I told him ole Spikey'd be there.

Enough, ENOUGH of this idle chatter!! Must dash, English isn't gunna analyse Le Morte D'Arthur for me, you know.

Until we meet again.

<-------- The Sun/Nasty Cloud Flower

Sitting on the Park Bench

Eyeing little girls with bad intent....

Autumn has definately arrived in Ye Capitale Citie, and I can strongly confirm that It Is Cold. In fact, I have one, generating many "Gesundheit!!"s from our resident German. I love being a student, mainly cos of the free stuff -THE DOCTOR IS LOW COST/FREE!! THE DOCTOR IS FREEEEEEEE!! (Run for your lives!! Sorry, couldn't resist :P)- and also cos practically EVERYONE is in the same boat as you. There's no "rich kids". Well there are, but for once the poor kids are the majority and it's the money-honeys who feel like fishes out of water (at least I hope they do... validate my theory, damn you....). The only down side is there are too many personalities. "Too many personalities!! What??" the entire nation cried (I like to flatter myself). Now those who know me will be slightly perplexed, those who know me better will know that WHILE I ABSOLUTELY REJOICE in this, it's also a lot of hard work mentally. Too much Adjusting To The Situation. I almost miss the days of the Cool Kids and the Outcasts. Pfffffftt, what am I SAYING?? No I don't!! What I miss is the knowledge that you only have to deal with what you know and if your brain feels sluggish it's okay, cos it was all there yesterday and will be so tomorrow. When there's many things and many people changing every day, however, it's all like, "oh em gee, I just can't take this any more, talk about a brain MELTDOWN." (um.... did anyone else read that in a gay man voice?? Cos I did, and I don't know why it came out like that). Not everyone here walks around saying that, don't worry, but you see it in their eyes. IN THEIR EYES. It's sad. We should all just go on a biiiiiiig holiday together, that'd change things.

Twould.

You must look out for yoreself.

From outer space

I am Back. Update: my honey bunny and I, the teaspoon, are living in Wellington in the suburb of Hataitai. We start University in less than a week. So far, while down here, someone has thought I was pregnant (a cute story but I'll save it), someone has bought me Tickets, someone has impressed me, some has de-stressed me (many times), many people have intrigued me (such as Fat Ugly Man, Grunty Holden Man and the Upstairs Lot), someone has fatigued me, someone has addicted me, someone has perplexed me, someone has gifted me, someone has shifted me, many people have amused me, many people have confused me, someone has delighted me, someone has frightened me and that's just walking down Cuba Street. No not really, they are all seperate situations. My friends here (so far): Matt, Sarah, and Austin. We're like this tight little Warkworth unit, with Matt from North Shore excepted. We plan to make more. You just wait and see, old man.
Buses are fun... shopping at Pak n'Save isn't. Cuba St is fun... drunk hobos aren't. Pizza is fun... wet shivering delivery boys (Christian) aren't. Uni is fun.... blisters and jelly feet aren't. Money that isn't mine is fun.... StudyLink isn't. Dresses are fun... sunburn isn't. Neighbourhood cats are fun... watching them run away and hearing them fighting isn't. Bed is fun... having no mattress isn't.
I never thought I'd see the day when mine eyes would turn the other way.