So Xmas came and went, and so did NYE and now I'm finally blogging. This must be the first New Years Day in about a gajillion years that I'm not hungover, perhaps the solitary glass of wine I consumed has something to do with that. I've been sick for a few days so taking it easy. Mostly better now, just really tired. I am about to be left at home with two little girls so I might call my mum to come and help me.
Cricket tomorrow so I need to get into town and get a proper beige brigade top so I can impress all the poncies in the corporate box.

Update: My way-more-socially-active-then-me mother has plans. Shit. Bring out the dvd collection!!

Home again....

I have been travelling for over 28 hours with 2 hours sleep the night before and two 2 hour naps while travelling so I'm a little fried.
But I'm home now, and it is Good, and I think I shall have a little snooze.

I'm staying at my sister's house if you want to call me, and know the number....

Note to self:

In the future, before you sit down to grade a whole bunch of exams, talk to your sister, play on the computer and have a 2 hour nap, take the vegetables out of the oven.
I have mad cooking skillz.

Well its a dirty job but someone's gotta do it

I just finished my last paper for the semester.
Now I don't know what to do. I am off house/dogsitting from tonight, so perhaps I will pack a bag and cook some food to take......
Then of course there is this stack of 40 final papers that need grading before I get on a plane on Monday to go home. Hmmmm.

Talked to the boy last night, he's still in Italy, going to India tomorrow if the standby gods be smiling upon him. I've decided that writing the Boy From Texas is a bit too much effort for blogging.... seeing as how I am in this whole half-arsed blogging phase. I must come up with a shorter nickname for him.... or I could just provide the initials of the nickname he already has!!!

Ok, really not going anywhere with this post am I?

Live updates from the front

This morning, Chilean time, murderer, dictator and general bad egg Augusto Pinochet was recalled to the fiery pits of hell from whence he came.

In response to this news, Chileans flooded the streets of Santiago in mass celebrations and to protest the fact he was never made accountable for his actions. Additionally, there are still several Chileans who believe he saved their country from the scourge of Marxism, and despite the fact he was responsible for the deaths of over 3,000 people, have taken to the streets in mourning.
My point? The streets of Santiago are flooded with protests, marches and vigils.

So, guess where my sister is?

Yep. Landed in Santiago this morning. Is currently in the middle of an anti-Pinochet protest downtown. I just received an IM from her boyfriend, telling me that apparently shes getting some really good photos. I'm waiting for the IM saying shes been arrested/hit with tear gas/deported etc.
Ah, isn't life interesting?

My friend Liberty reaches down and kisses me

1 down, 38 to go.
After he left I put his t-shirt on, the one I nicked a few days ago, and wore it the whole day. Now its a bit stinky, so its in the wash and I'm back to wearing my own clothes. Good news for those around me.
I had a pity party last night, where I sat in my jammies and his t-shirt and drank red wine and watched 3 episodes of Battlestar Galactica (am up to "Unfinished Business" now) and felt all sorry for myself, until I realised that I was being a pathetic loser. So I went to bed and slept for 10 hours....LUXURY!!
So now I've got 2 10 page papers to write before Monday, and 18 more pages of another paper to finish by Thursday, then 40 odd final exams to grade and a bunch of Xmas presents to buy and a bag to pack and in a week on Monday I'm leaving.....on a jet plane..... and coming back in January.

This post brought to you by Procrastination Inc.

I need your grace to remind me to find my own

Best boyfriend ever update: He's madly busy, what with leaving for India on Friday and finishing up a semester's worth of work and all, but still managed to find time to come over briefly tonight so say hello and give me my Christmas present.

Sigh...... I am the luckiest girl in all of New York.

We will return to our regularly scheduled bitter rants at a later date.

Kinda kinda like I'm in love!!!!

So.... the doorbell rang about 6pm yesterday, it was my friend the UPS guy, with my new computer. I was so excited I actually jumped up and clapped and squealed a little, he had a wee laugh at my silliness and said "Its always nice to make someone's day". Dude's lucky I didn't kiss him.
Anyway, I am officially in love with my new toy, I spent the evening playing with it, installing stuff, making out with it etc. When I was setting it up my friends were over and we were watching Wallace and Gromit... so the installation popped up with "you need to name this computer". Imaginatively enough, my last one was called Claire..... so this one is called Gromit.

Meet Gromit, sitting on top of the old computer, to indicate its complete smallness and cuteness, and total superiority. Toshiba getting pwned.

Further indication of said smallness and cuteness. CD and pen added to indicate scale.

Wallace and the other Gromit.

In other news, please go and say Happy Burpday to Miss Grace.

I have photos of the awesomeness of NYC and the ugliness of NJ, but right now I have to do my washing so you will have to wait. Bask in my computer's awesomeness while you do so.