Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction
Things I tried in attempts to get rid of this headache I woke up with (and no, I didn't get drunk last night)
- drinking lots of water
- stretches (because headaches usually come from my neck which is a bit fragged)
- a cup of tea
- aspirin
- a nap
- chocolate
Things that actually worked to get rid of my headache
- beer
- lying on the sofa watching CSI
In other news, my Dad gets double quote of the day award today for these gems:
(1) re: my current love life situation and the messiness thereof: "Love, you'll have more trouble with men than you will with anything else in your life".
(2) re: the catering plans for my vegetarian sister's upcoming wedding and his suggestion that there be a meat option available to those who would want it: "I am just concerned that if there is no meat someone might kill one of the guests and eat him or her and that might detract from the occasion".
Friday, June 01, 2007
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Use once and destroy
Sometimes I think the universe hates me... and then I realise all the incredible things I have in my life and I give myself a stern talking to for having a pity party when millions would give their right leg for half of what I have. Maybe their left leg, or an arm. Who knows. Anyway....
Suffice to say I am a pretty shitty situation right now. Part of it is my own doing, part of it is his doing, and part is the responsibility of that evil bitch Circumstance.
The real kicker is that there is no way out of this situation that doesn't suck significantly, for at least one of the parties involved. Another thing is that I just want to get on with my life and my summer and all the things I have to do so I wish I could get the whole thing out of my head.
So I'm sitting here preparing myself for the worst and hoping praying wishing for the best, and when I say best I mean the outcome that sucks the least for me.
I thought it was my turn. Maybe I was wrong, but I hope like I have never hoped for anything in my life that I wasn't.
Also, I think my iPod knows what is going on. I'm walking home from the bank, trying to get this whole mess out of my head, so Chris Knox's "Not Given Lightly" comes on. Really? Oh come on!!
Yay for the ability to skip to the next track: Powderfinger, "My Kind of Scene"...Placebo, "Your Taste in Men"... Nick Cave "Let Love In"...Elastica, "Connection".... The Datsuns "In Love"..... seriously? Is my iPod taking the piss? Finally one that makes sense, after skipping through all these "lets rub Claire's nose in the giant 12 car pile up that is her lovelife" songs I find one that seems mildly appropriate.... L7, "Shitlist".
In less navel-gazing related news..... Rocky is pretty damn good fun. Go and say hello.
Sometimes I think the universe hates me... and then I realise all the incredible things I have in my life and I give myself a stern talking to for having a pity party when millions would give their right leg for half of what I have. Maybe their left leg, or an arm. Who knows. Anyway....
Suffice to say I am a pretty shitty situation right now. Part of it is my own doing, part of it is his doing, and part is the responsibility of that evil bitch Circumstance.
The real kicker is that there is no way out of this situation that doesn't suck significantly, for at least one of the parties involved. Another thing is that I just want to get on with my life and my summer and all the things I have to do so I wish I could get the whole thing out of my head.
So I'm sitting here preparing myself for the worst and hoping praying wishing for the best, and when I say best I mean the outcome that sucks the least for me.
I thought it was my turn. Maybe I was wrong, but I hope like I have never hoped for anything in my life that I wasn't.
Also, I think my iPod knows what is going on. I'm walking home from the bank, trying to get this whole mess out of my head, so Chris Knox's "Not Given Lightly" comes on. Really? Oh come on!!
Yay for the ability to skip to the next track: Powderfinger, "My Kind of Scene"...Placebo, "Your Taste in Men"... Nick Cave "Let Love In"...Elastica, "Connection".... The Datsuns "In Love"..... seriously? Is my iPod taking the piss? Finally one that makes sense, after skipping through all these "lets rub Claire's nose in the giant 12 car pile up that is her lovelife" songs I find one that seems mildly appropriate.... L7, "Shitlist".
In less navel-gazing related news..... Rocky is pretty damn good fun. Go and say hello.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Thou shalt not wish your girlfriend was a freak like me
If I really cared enough, I would update my links. There are blogs there I no longer read, there are some that aren't even active any more, and there are many and wonderous things I could link to, and that I could make you all read. Because I have that kind of power.
I know its only May, but to me it kind of feels like the time for some retrospection. Yeah, I'm fairly sure its an actual word.
Perhaps because its the end of the semester, and I'm kind of feeling like I'm evaluating things, which is what one does at the end of something. And by "one" I of course mean "me". Or "I". Whatever.
It's been a thing, it really has, these past few months, and if I had to choose one word to describe it, that word would be "isolation". I was isolated from my family while they buried one of our own, and to rub salt in the wound, the one person I thought I could count on for comfort proved that I was nowhere on his list of priorities.
In hindsight however, I should have seen that coming a good month or so before I actually did. The shoes were a dead giveaway, yet again proving me right that you can tell a lot about a person by their shoes. Take it from me: if the shoes are dorky, the relationship doesn't stand a chance.
And now I find myself isolated again, but this time for much happier reasons.
Right now I have no more to say on that here, lest I hex it or say too much or speak out of turn. Soon though, I hope.
Here is an interesting question: what words do your friends use to describe you?
By way of experimentation I got a few interesting ones out of Cardinal. Its a fun game.
If I really cared enough, I would update my links. There are blogs there I no longer read, there are some that aren't even active any more, and there are many and wonderous things I could link to, and that I could make you all read. Because I have that kind of power.
I know its only May, but to me it kind of feels like the time for some retrospection. Yeah, I'm fairly sure its an actual word.
Perhaps because its the end of the semester, and I'm kind of feeling like I'm evaluating things, which is what one does at the end of something. And by "one" I of course mean "me". Or "I". Whatever.
It's been a thing, it really has, these past few months, and if I had to choose one word to describe it, that word would be "isolation". I was isolated from my family while they buried one of our own, and to rub salt in the wound, the one person I thought I could count on for comfort proved that I was nowhere on his list of priorities.
In hindsight however, I should have seen that coming a good month or so before I actually did. The shoes were a dead giveaway, yet again proving me right that you can tell a lot about a person by their shoes. Take it from me: if the shoes are dorky, the relationship doesn't stand a chance.
And now I find myself isolated again, but this time for much happier reasons.
Right now I have no more to say on that here, lest I hex it or say too much or speak out of turn. Soon though, I hope.
Here is an interesting question: what words do your friends use to describe you?
By way of experimentation I got a few interesting ones out of Cardinal. Its a fun game.
Like a motherfucker from hell
Currently, my life consists of the following:
Wake up about midday, play on my computer for a while, drink some tea, chat online.
Watch a dvd or some telly at TV Links (warning: clicking that link may be hazardous to your productivity), pottering about the house being domestic, chatting online some more.
Going for a bike ride, rediscovering some of my cds that I never listen to because I am an iTunes junkie, taking a nap, sending an email, making some dinner, drinking beer and watching more telly.
Staying up until 2-3am, formulating some good intentions about all the things I will achieve tomorrow, going to bed.
Rinse, repeat.
Currently, my life consists of the following:
Wake up about midday, play on my computer for a while, drink some tea, chat online.
Watch a dvd or some telly at TV Links (warning: clicking that link may be hazardous to your productivity), pottering about the house being domestic, chatting online some more.
Going for a bike ride, rediscovering some of my cds that I never listen to because I am an iTunes junkie, taking a nap, sending an email, making some dinner, drinking beer and watching more telly.
Staying up until 2-3am, formulating some good intentions about all the things I will achieve tomorrow, going to bed.
Rinse, repeat.
Sunday, May 20, 2007
What's the situation?
Two blokes and a fuckload of cutlery!!
Given the excessive amount of wine I imbibed last night (its practically compulsary to get stonkered on one's birthday) today was a little slow, to say the least. Yay to my peeps who came and brought me drinks!!!
My day involved some fried eggs, a lot of sleeping, some appreciation of the wonders of Skype, one episode of The Dresden Files, some more sleeping, a lot of cheese, a Ruby Tuesday's burger and a 10pm screening of Hot Fuzz. Its pretty damn funny, a little slow in parts but worth it. I've had that Supergrass song in my head ever since I convinced R-bizzle to come with me.
Tomorrow I am going to see if I can get my head around this whole driving on the right hand side of the road thing. After nearly 2 years, I think its overdue.
This post brought to you by the sustaining power of tea.
Goodnight preciouses.
Two blokes and a fuckload of cutlery!!
Given the excessive amount of wine I imbibed last night (its practically compulsary to get stonkered on one's birthday) today was a little slow, to say the least. Yay to my peeps who came and brought me drinks!!!
My day involved some fried eggs, a lot of sleeping, some appreciation of the wonders of Skype, one episode of The Dresden Files, some more sleeping, a lot of cheese, a Ruby Tuesday's burger and a 10pm screening of Hot Fuzz. Its pretty damn funny, a little slow in parts but worth it. I've had that Supergrass song in my head ever since I convinced R-bizzle to come with me.
Tomorrow I am going to see if I can get my head around this whole driving on the right hand side of the road thing. After nearly 2 years, I think its overdue.
This post brought to you by the sustaining power of tea.
Goodnight preciouses.
Friday, May 18, 2007
Feeling old....
Today I am 31.
Oh well.
Its been a fairly good day so far, all things considered. Having stayed up most of the night, I slept until about midday, then did some dishes, ate some cheese, watched last night's CSI (HOLY CLIFFHANGER BATMAN!!! Is it September yet?) and now I think I will have a nap before I go out and drink wine with my peeps.
Its hard work keeping up with all the excitement of my life.
Today I am 31.
Oh well.
Its been a fairly good day so far, all things considered. Having stayed up most of the night, I slept until about midday, then did some dishes, ate some cheese, watched last night's CSI (HOLY CLIFFHANGER BATMAN!!! Is it September yet?) and now I think I will have a nap before I go out and drink wine with my peeps.
Its hard work keeping up with all the excitement of my life.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Life after Semester's End
Reasons why is it good to be finished with school work, at least for a little while: It is 11.57am. I've just watched some shit telly. I am going for a nap now. After that, I may well take a leisurely stroll to the post office, and then maybe email some of my friends.
Who knows. Its a mystery!
And tomorrow...... its my birthday, and I get to open these presents from home that have been sitting on my desk now for 2 days, taunting me.
Reasons why is it good to be finished with school work, at least for a little while: It is 11.57am. I've just watched some shit telly. I am going for a nap now. After that, I may well take a leisurely stroll to the post office, and then maybe email some of my friends.
Who knows. Its a mystery!
And tomorrow...... its my birthday, and I get to open these presents from home that have been sitting on my desk now for 2 days, taunting me.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Pavlov's dogs got nuffin on me
So, 13 years later, David Bain wins his appeal, and gets a retrial.
This is pretty big news really, especially seeing as how this will be the last NZ case to be heard at the Privy Council.
I'm reminded of that Mark Twain quote (I am so my father's daughter*) about how the justice system is marred by the inability to find twelve men who can't read and who don't know anything. This is why I am unsure how I feel about removing the Privy Council from our legal system; in a small country, everybody knows everybody else's business, and a degree of distance may serve to add a degree of impartiality.
I was never totally convinced of Bain's guilt, nor am I totally convinced of his innocence, but being a firm believer that actions speak louder than words, I certainly admire the man's intestinal fortitude in taking his appeals this far. I think I probably need to read Karam's book now.
In other news, I have developed a Pavlovian response to sitting at my computer. Because I spend so much of my life sitting here, and because I am usually deathly tired, no matter what state I am in while in the kitchen, at school, doing the washing etc., the minute I sit at my computer I am overcome with an overwhelming desire to nap. Mmmmm, sleepy time......
First, however, I must finish my last 2 papers. Please send Timtams.
*My dear old Dad is legendary amongst friends, family and the Rotary Club for being able to recall a Mark Twain quote for any occasion.
So, 13 years later, David Bain wins his appeal, and gets a retrial.
This is pretty big news really, especially seeing as how this will be the last NZ case to be heard at the Privy Council.
I'm reminded of that Mark Twain quote (I am so my father's daughter*) about how the justice system is marred by the inability to find twelve men who can't read and who don't know anything. This is why I am unsure how I feel about removing the Privy Council from our legal system; in a small country, everybody knows everybody else's business, and a degree of distance may serve to add a degree of impartiality.
I was never totally convinced of Bain's guilt, nor am I totally convinced of his innocence, but being a firm believer that actions speak louder than words, I certainly admire the man's intestinal fortitude in taking his appeals this far. I think I probably need to read Karam's book now.
In other news, I have developed a Pavlovian response to sitting at my computer. Because I spend so much of my life sitting here, and because I am usually deathly tired, no matter what state I am in while in the kitchen, at school, doing the washing etc., the minute I sit at my computer I am overcome with an overwhelming desire to nap. Mmmmm, sleepy time......
First, however, I must finish my last 2 papers. Please send Timtams.
*My dear old Dad is legendary amongst friends, family and the Rotary Club for being able to recall a Mark Twain quote for any occasion.
Sunday, May 06, 2007
Sunday 9.27pm
Ok I'm a little drunky. BBQ at my new landlord's house, apparently their Cinco de Mayo party is a regular occurrence: there was not just a keg, but a freaking BEER TRAILER and huge big things of margarita and tacos and it was awesome and now its freaking early Sunday night and I'm kind of off my chops and have already had to correct loads of my spelling already and its weird that I can type better when I'm not looking at my fingers....... anyway the moral of the story is...umm.... margaritas are good, as are Mexican holidays that allow one to drink on a Sunday for no other reason than its near the 5th of May.
Also, my cold? Still completely out of control.
That will be all for now, aside from this: sneezing, while awesome, does get tiresome after about one's bajillionth sneeze.
Ok I'm a little drunky. BBQ at my new landlord's house, apparently their Cinco de Mayo party is a regular occurrence: there was not just a keg, but a freaking BEER TRAILER and huge big things of margarita and tacos and it was awesome and now its freaking early Sunday night and I'm kind of off my chops and have already had to correct loads of my spelling already and its weird that I can type better when I'm not looking at my fingers....... anyway the moral of the story is...umm.... margaritas are good, as are Mexican holidays that allow one to drink on a Sunday for no other reason than its near the 5th of May.
Also, my cold? Still completely out of control.
That will be all for now, aside from this: sneezing, while awesome, does get tiresome after about one's bajillionth sneeze.
Saturday, May 05, 2007
Nicholas Craig this is in lieu of the phonecall I attempted
Yay, just what the intertron is missing, more poorly made videos.
Fuck, who cares it's Damien freaking Rice he could cut off my hair, steal my computer, key my car and join the NRA I'd still love him.
Today I marked 47 final exams and 112 review papers I am on fire baby.
I have a rather disgusting cold and my snot is totally out of control. Its important to me that I share that with you.
TTFN
Yay, just what the intertron is missing, more poorly made videos.
Fuck, who cares it's Damien freaking Rice he could cut off my hair, steal my computer, key my car and join the NRA I'd still love him.
Today I marked 47 final exams and 112 review papers I am on fire baby.
I have a rather disgusting cold and my snot is totally out of control. Its important to me that I share that with you.
TTFN
Thursday, May 03, 2007
My CoachellaFriday:
Silversun Pickups
Arctic Monkeys
Peaches
Jarvis Cocker
Sonic Youth
Interpol
Bjork
Gogol Bordello
Saturday:
The New Pornographers
Travis
The Decemberists
The Arcade Fire
Blonde Redhead
LCD Soundsystem
The Good, the Bad and the Queen
Sunday:
Kaiser Chiefs
Willie Nelson
Placebo
Lily Allen
Amos Lee
Crowded House
Damien Rice
Rage Against the Machine
23 bands in 3 days: not too shabby
Highlights included:
- Interpol, but I think I mentioned that already
- hanging with cool people
- not being at school for a few days
- Ron Jeremy introducing Peaches
- Rage playing "Wake Up", aka "Claire's fav Rage song"
- Holland Chase losing a bet....
- Meeting some of my fellow countrymen, who mocked me for my alleged South Island accent.
- the people, did I mention the people?
- The Decemberists' audience participation involving yelling and whales.
- Impromptu party on Saturday night with mad Kiwis, Aussies and Canadians, as well as a few Americans, that resulted in the riot police being called out, complete with shields, dogs and teargas.
- Texting my Dad to tell him I was at a Willie Nelson concert
But now I have some of that pesky school work to finish..... shit.
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Say hello to the angels
I'm still a bit in shock from the sensory overload of it all, but here are a few things from my weekend of awesomeness.
- deserts are hot
- Sunshine is Good People
- Heather D is buckets of fun
- Holland Chase and "Joshie" ((c) HKD 2007) give teenaged boys a good name
- Interpol rocks my world, and made me cry
- One can very quickly get sick of having to use Porta-Loos
- Pepsi is nasty, but does help in the bajillion degree heat
- A lot of Rage heads are wankers, but Rage themselves fucking rocked the party
- Its a bit rude when you can't take your own food into a venue, and then they charge you $8 for something that would normally cost $2 or $3
- Willie Nelson fans smoke a lot of weed
- despite the heat and the dust and the prices and the considerable distance from here to California, Coachella was worth every single fucking penny
I'm still a bit in shock from the sensory overload of it all, but here are a few things from my weekend of awesomeness.
- deserts are hot
- Sunshine is Good People
- Heather D is buckets of fun
- Holland Chase and "Joshie" ((c) HKD 2007) give teenaged boys a good name
- Interpol rocks my world, and made me cry
- One can very quickly get sick of having to use Porta-Loos
- Pepsi is nasty, but does help in the bajillion degree heat
- A lot of Rage heads are wankers, but Rage themselves fucking rocked the party
- Its a bit rude when you can't take your own food into a venue, and then they charge you $8 for something that would normally cost $2 or $3
- Willie Nelson fans smoke a lot of weed
- despite the heat and the dust and the prices and the considerable distance from here to California, Coachella was worth every single fucking penny
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Deserts are hot
I made it.
Survived my first Coachella, with nary a scratch. I've lost my voice, am tired beyond comprehension and am still reeling from the sensory overload, but fuck me if that wasn't the coolest weekend in about a bajillion years.
Updates and photos to follow, but right now we needs sleep, yes we do precious.
I made it.
Survived my first Coachella, with nary a scratch. I've lost my voice, am tired beyond comprehension and am still reeling from the sensory overload, but fuck me if that wasn't the coolest weekend in about a bajillion years.
Updates and photos to follow, but right now we needs sleep, yes we do precious.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Fuck you I won't do what you tell me
Ok, its t-minus 55 minutes until R-bizzle arrives here to drive me to the bus stop to begin the Blogchella mission.
I'm convinced I have forgotten something vital, but I have my suncream and my hat and my stylish new $5 trainers, so we're good to go.
See you on the other side!!!!
Ok, its t-minus 55 minutes until R-bizzle arrives here to drive me to the bus stop to begin the Blogchella mission.
I'm convinced I have forgotten something vital, but I have my suncream and my hat and my stylish new $5 trainers, so we're good to go.
See you on the other side!!!!
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Bond to Jayawardene, Sri Lanka 142/3 after 33
Sunny Tuesday, no school today, slept for about 10 hours last night, had some Marmite on toast for my breakfast, thinking about home cos its ANZAC day tomorrow and Bic Runga is playing on my iTunes, leaving town tomorrow night for the Blogchella mission, have a job organised for the summer, plans for the day include channelling my inner Domestic Goddess and grading papers.
Its a bittersweet kind of day.
Also, Daniel Vettori is the man. After all these years, I still have a crush on him. What am I, 14?
Sunny Tuesday, no school today, slept for about 10 hours last night, had some Marmite on toast for my breakfast, thinking about home cos its ANZAC day tomorrow and Bic Runga is playing on my iTunes, leaving town tomorrow night for the Blogchella mission, have a job organised for the summer, plans for the day include channelling my inner Domestic Goddess and grading papers.
Its a bittersweet kind of day.
Also, Daniel Vettori is the man. After all these years, I still have a crush on him. What am I, 14?
Sunday, April 22, 2007
"So, life's a bitch. What do you want to do, cry about it?"
I watched The Episode last night, Maelstrom.
(Yes, I'm talking about Battlestar Galactica, build a bridge).
Spoiler alert....
Thing is, I KNEW what was going to happen at the end, because a) quite frankly; foreshadow much?!?! and b) because Ben told me.
That didn't stop me from totally losing it when it happened.
Yes, I am probably unhealthily invested in certain fictional characters, be they television or literary characters (I still worry about the fate of Saleem Sinai and his pickle factory) but in some ways they become important in our lives.
I am beside myself with anxiousness about the CSI season finale because I know who the Miniature Crime Scene killer's next victim is (go the spoiler boards!!) and nothing has been made public about a certain actor's (gender neutral) contract for season 8 and I know CBS are probably just fucking with us because they made this mistake before at the end of season 6 when Brass got shot and we knew he wouldn't die because he had signed on for season 7. But this one looks like it might be a real humdinger of a cliffhanger.
Anyway, I lost it last night when my beloved Starbuck bit it, and I know that in a couple more episodes she will return, again because Ben told me (ah, bless ya!) and I also know SHE IS NOT THE FINAL ONE because quite frankly my feeble little mind couldn't handle that.
Needless to say I am pretty fragile at the moment given the last month and the intense isolation that has resulted from it, so please nobody do things that may in the slightest bit upset me or I will either have a tantrum of epic proportions or sit in the corner and cry for an hour.
Its up to you to figure out what could possibly make a tough chick like me cry.... Hint: nobody sing "You are my Sunshine"....
I watched The Episode last night, Maelstrom.
(Yes, I'm talking about Battlestar Galactica, build a bridge).
Spoiler alert....
Thing is, I KNEW what was going to happen at the end, because a) quite frankly; foreshadow much?!?! and b) because Ben told me.
That didn't stop me from totally losing it when it happened.
Yes, I am probably unhealthily invested in certain fictional characters, be they television or literary characters (I still worry about the fate of Saleem Sinai and his pickle factory) but in some ways they become important in our lives.
I am beside myself with anxiousness about the CSI season finale because I know who the Miniature Crime Scene killer's next victim is (go the spoiler boards!!) and nothing has been made public about a certain actor's (gender neutral) contract for season 8 and I know CBS are probably just fucking with us because they made this mistake before at the end of season 6 when Brass got shot and we knew he wouldn't die because he had signed on for season 7. But this one looks like it might be a real humdinger of a cliffhanger.
Anyway, I lost it last night when my beloved Starbuck bit it, and I know that in a couple more episodes she will return, again because Ben told me (ah, bless ya!) and I also know SHE IS NOT THE FINAL ONE because quite frankly my feeble little mind couldn't handle that.
Needless to say I am pretty fragile at the moment given the last month and the intense isolation that has resulted from it, so please nobody do things that may in the slightest bit upset me or I will either have a tantrum of epic proportions or sit in the corner and cry for an hour.
Its up to you to figure out what could possibly make a tough chick like me cry.... Hint: nobody sing "You are my Sunshine"....
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Annoying much?
I'm sitting in my office at university rocking out to The Datsuns on my iPod and attempting to finish a presentation I have to deliver in a couple of hours, and some annoying cunt keeps opening the door and peeking in just enough so that I can't see who it is only the top of their head. Evidently they are are looking for someone who isn't here, but surely one look is enough?
I'm fairly certain none of my fellow residents of 027 are capable of pulling Star Trek type transport. Given that there are no windows in the basement, nobody is going to get in here via any route other than the door.
NOW FUCK OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE!!!
wanker.
edit......
I just got a paper accepted for a conference in South Africa.
Awesome.
I'm sitting in my office at university rocking out to The Datsuns on my iPod and attempting to finish a presentation I have to deliver in a couple of hours, and some annoying cunt keeps opening the door and peeking in just enough so that I can't see who it is only the top of their head. Evidently they are are looking for someone who isn't here, but surely one look is enough?
I'm fairly certain none of my fellow residents of 027 are capable of pulling Star Trek type transport. Given that there are no windows in the basement, nobody is going to get in here via any route other than the door.
NOW FUCK OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE!!!
wanker.
edit......
I just got a paper accepted for a conference in South Africa.
Awesome.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Put me out with the waste, this is not what I do
Nine sleeps to go, in one week tomorrow I will be headed west.... Actually south east, to Brooklyn, from where I will get on a plane and go west.
My neck hurts, my shoulders ache and I haven't done nearly enough work today because I am motivationally challenged.
Also, its fucking snowing. April 17th and its fucking snowing.
Shitfuckarsecuntbollocks.
I was talking to the delightful Ms Sunshine yesterday and she expressed her disbelief when I told her about the snow, so here is proof.
However, the good news, aside from my imminent Coachella cherry-popping, is that it is currently 7.07pm, and I am still in my jammies. Booya.
Nine sleeps to go, in one week tomorrow I will be headed west.... Actually south east, to Brooklyn, from where I will get on a plane and go west.
My neck hurts, my shoulders ache and I haven't done nearly enough work today because I am motivationally challenged.
Also, its fucking snowing. April 17th and its fucking snowing.
Shitfuckarsecuntbollocks.
I was talking to the delightful Ms Sunshine yesterday and she expressed her disbelief when I told her about the snow, so here is proof.
However, the good news, aside from my imminent Coachella cherry-popping, is that it is currently 7.07pm, and I am still in my jammies. Booya.
Monday, April 16, 2007
Did you cut yourself shaving or were you just thinking too hard?
I have decided, because this sort of thing is important, that I will let this guy audition to be my next boyfriend.
Yes, we can see how hot you are.
Really quite hot.
We are basking in your hotness.
Yep. I think I just hit rock bottom on the sad-ometer.
Must be time to start digging!!!
I have decided, because this sort of thing is important, that I will let this guy audition to be my next boyfriend.Yes, we can see how hot you are.
Really quite hot.
We are basking in your hotness.
Yep. I think I just hit rock bottom on the sad-ometer.
Must be time to start digging!!!
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Blah blah blah
Oh my life is so exciting right now it's Saturday night and I'm sitting here with a cup of tea and sewing up a top in preparation for Coachella and watching a dvd. Before that I was working on my law presentation and stuff for this week's history class its all go right now.
Actually today doesn't suck too badly cos tonight I went out for dinner with people who are clever and interesting and as an added bonus I get leftover Pad Thai for lunch tomorrow.
Then I went to Tar-jay and got an airbed for $10 and some baby wipes and a drawstring backpack with a unicorn on it. It was awesome.
Who am I kidding, life sucks right about now for a bunch of reasons but there is always something to be happy about whether it be a trip to Target or the fact that there are only 12 days left until Coachella as I told my Mum its the thought of Coachella that is the only thing keeping me sane right now this is a really long sentence.
I want to go home but I'll settle for 3 days in the desert with my blogging friends and all those dirty indie hipster boys waiting to snog me. I am currently auditioning for a new bf, so it seems as good a place as any to look.
This is extra sexy it should encourage lots of boys to snog me: I have excema on my finger it looks like I've got leprosy I am so hot.
I had to explain to Lindsey the difference between a snog and a shag, she thought they were the same thing bless her little heart.
This post brought to you by the letters ADD. At the tone, the time will be 2.30am.....
...................................................................................................BEEP!!!
Oh my life is so exciting right now it's Saturday night and I'm sitting here with a cup of tea and sewing up a top in preparation for Coachella and watching a dvd. Before that I was working on my law presentation and stuff for this week's history class its all go right now.
Actually today doesn't suck too badly cos tonight I went out for dinner with people who are clever and interesting and as an added bonus I get leftover Pad Thai for lunch tomorrow.
Then I went to Tar-jay and got an airbed for $10 and some baby wipes and a drawstring backpack with a unicorn on it. It was awesome.
Who am I kidding, life sucks right about now for a bunch of reasons but there is always something to be happy about whether it be a trip to Target or the fact that there are only 12 days left until Coachella as I told my Mum its the thought of Coachella that is the only thing keeping me sane right now this is a really long sentence.
I want to go home but I'll settle for 3 days in the desert with my blogging friends and all those dirty indie hipster boys waiting to snog me. I am currently auditioning for a new bf, so it seems as good a place as any to look.
This is extra sexy it should encourage lots of boys to snog me: I have excema on my finger it looks like I've got leprosy I am so hot.
I had to explain to Lindsey the difference between a snog and a shag, she thought they were the same thing bless her little heart.
This post brought to you by the letters ADD. At the tone, the time will be 2.30am.....
...................................................................................................BEEP!!!
Thursday, April 12, 2007
And so it goes....
Kurt Vonnegut is dead.
Long live Kurt Vonnegut.
Thank you for Kilgore Trout, for the Church of God the Utterly Indifferent, for Bokononism, for Cat's Cradle, for God Bless you Mr Rosewater, but most of all, thank you for Slaughterhouse Five.
I hope you liked it here.
Kurt Vonnegut is dead.
Long live Kurt Vonnegut.
Thank you for Kilgore Trout, for the Church of God the Utterly Indifferent, for Bokononism, for Cat's Cradle, for God Bless you Mr Rosewater, but most of all, thank you for Slaughterhouse Five.
I hope you liked it here.
Monday, April 09, 2007
"I guess I should stop trying to impress you"
..."That would impress me"
Wanna hear something gross?
Warning: Its pretty gross.
Ok.
In January I got a wee mole removed from my hip/arse area. Kind of where the label is on the back on your jeans. Anyway. The stitches are internal, and they take a few months to break down. Thats cool, I've had this before and its all good. Better than having skin cancer, aye?
So I've noticed the stitches are gradually disappearing, I can tell because I can feel the lump they make under my skin, and its getting smaller. But one thing I've noticed in the last few days is that there is a tiny little spike in my skin, right at the edge of where the stitches are. And it is getting increasingly pronounced.
Yes, one of my dissolvable stitches is making its way out of my body, but unlike the rest of them its taking the most direct route.
It's the most intense combination of exceedingly gross and absolutely fascinating.
..."That would impress me"
Wanna hear something gross?
Warning: Its pretty gross.
Ok.
In January I got a wee mole removed from my hip/arse area. Kind of where the label is on the back on your jeans. Anyway. The stitches are internal, and they take a few months to break down. Thats cool, I've had this before and its all good. Better than having skin cancer, aye?
So I've noticed the stitches are gradually disappearing, I can tell because I can feel the lump they make under my skin, and its getting smaller. But one thing I've noticed in the last few days is that there is a tiny little spike in my skin, right at the edge of where the stitches are. And it is getting increasingly pronounced.
Yes, one of my dissolvable stitches is making its way out of my body, but unlike the rest of them its taking the most direct route.
It's the most intense combination of exceedingly gross and absolutely fascinating.
Thursday, April 05, 2007
Are there heart strings connected, to the wings you've got strapped on your back?
One thing I have learnt in my few years on this planet is that sometimes its ok to be not ok. For years I would struggle through, always believing that breaking down or taking some time to heal was a sign of weakness. I refused any help that was directed my way, and the consequences were messy to say the least.
But now I've learnt to say that I'm not fine, and to take a little time out to fix whatever is broken, or to reconcile myself to its new shape as the case may be. Right now, I'm not ok. I know I will be ok again soon, but right now I need some time. Which explains why I nearly kissed my law professor the other day when he said I could take an incomplete for the course, and that he would sign off on whatever I needed.
This weekend I am dogsitting, so Maggie the Mega Puppy and I are going to have some quality walkies and snuggling on the sofa time, and spend just a little while not working.
The upside of the trauma and drama of the last couple of weeks is that I've lost 8lbs. Woohoo. Maybe I will fit into my summer clothes after all......
And now I have to pontificate on Fanon. Fun.
One thing I have learnt in my few years on this planet is that sometimes its ok to be not ok. For years I would struggle through, always believing that breaking down or taking some time to heal was a sign of weakness. I refused any help that was directed my way, and the consequences were messy to say the least.
But now I've learnt to say that I'm not fine, and to take a little time out to fix whatever is broken, or to reconcile myself to its new shape as the case may be. Right now, I'm not ok. I know I will be ok again soon, but right now I need some time. Which explains why I nearly kissed my law professor the other day when he said I could take an incomplete for the course, and that he would sign off on whatever I needed.
This weekend I am dogsitting, so Maggie the Mega Puppy and I are going to have some quality walkies and snuggling on the sofa time, and spend just a little while not working.
The upside of the trauma and drama of the last couple of weeks is that I've lost 8lbs. Woohoo. Maybe I will fit into my summer clothes after all......
And now I have to pontificate on Fanon. Fun.
Sunday, April 01, 2007
You want to know why I can't sleep unless I've got a belly full of wine
Yes I live out loud and I have to say things sometimes to other people because there is simply
not enough room in my head and sometimes I blog things that others wouldn't for much the same reason things get so confused inside my head and its so cramped that I can't see them clearly for all the clutter so I have to get them out so I can see them properly then I can make an attempt at figuring them out.
So, it is done.
And now I can remember all the good parts, because half a year is a fairly significant amount of time really, so I must keep remembering my reasons which is a double edged sword because while I remain convinced I did the right thing I am continually reminded of the disappointment I felt when I thought he was different and I thought I could count on him.
I guess that will teach me.
Yes I live out loud and I have to say things sometimes to other people because there is simply
not enough room in my head and sometimes I blog things that others wouldn't for much the same reason things get so confused inside my head and its so cramped that I can't see them clearly for all the clutter so I have to get them out so I can see them properly then I can make an attempt at figuring them out.So, it is done.
And now I can remember all the good parts, because half a year is a fairly significant amount of time really, so I must keep remembering my reasons which is a double edged sword because while I remain convinced I did the right thing I am continually reminded of the disappointment I felt when I thought he was different and I thought I could count on him.
I guess that will teach me.
Saturday, March 31, 2007
where I live theres a blanket of sighs and it covers the stars in my heart I'm as hungry as ever where I live I'm afraid that I walk everywhere on my hands I don't trust where my feet want to take me
Here's a scene:
A 30 year old woman has been stranded in a foreign country for five days with the knowledge that a member of her family has died. As a result of being stranded, she is almost totally incommunicado. She finally arrives back at her house exhausted in mind, body and heart, and feeling more lonely and homesick than there are words for. Ever the optimist, she calls her boyfriend of nearly 6 months (who she hasn't seen since she left for holiday, and who leaves the next day for a conference) and the following conversation ensues;
Him: How are you doing?
Her: I'm fucking lonely and sad and miserable I want to be home. Will you come over?
Him: I hadn't planned on it.
Her: Well I'm not asking you to come over and stay, I thought you might want to see me. I kind of need you right now. The funeral starts in about an hour.
Him: Well I've got lots of work, and I'm leaving for this conference tomorrow. I think if I was to come over I would feel stressed.
Her:.........defence mechanisms arise, the rationalisations begin.......well if he doesn't want to come over I'll convince myself I don't want him to come over.......
What she wishes she said: TAKE YOUR FUCKING STRESS AND STICK IT UP YOUR FUCKING ARSE MY FAMILY ARE BURYING ONE OF OUR OWN IF YOU WERE ANY SORT OF MAN YOU'D STEP UP RIGHT NOW COME OVER AND SEE YOUR GIRLFRIEND FOR A FEW MINUTES, MOTHERFUCKER!!!!!!
... your about-to-be-ex-girlfriend that is.....
I can't wait to tell him that "It's not me, it's you".
Here's a scene:
A 30 year old woman has been stranded in a foreign country for five days with the knowledge that a member of her family has died. As a result of being stranded, she is almost totally incommunicado. She finally arrives back at her house exhausted in mind, body and heart, and feeling more lonely and homesick than there are words for. Ever the optimist, she calls her boyfriend of nearly 6 months (who she hasn't seen since she left for holiday, and who leaves the next day for a conference) and the following conversation ensues;
Him: How are you doing?
Her: I'm fucking lonely and sad and miserable I want to be home. Will you come over?
Him: I hadn't planned on it.
Her: Well I'm not asking you to come over and stay, I thought you might want to see me. I kind of need you right now. The funeral starts in about an hour.
Him: Well I've got lots of work, and I'm leaving for this conference tomorrow. I think if I was to come over I would feel stressed.
Her:.........defence mechanisms arise, the rationalisations begin.......well if he doesn't want to come over I'll convince myself I don't want him to come over.......
What she wishes she said: TAKE YOUR FUCKING STRESS AND STICK IT UP YOUR FUCKING ARSE MY FAMILY ARE BURYING ONE OF OUR OWN IF YOU WERE ANY SORT OF MAN YOU'D STEP UP RIGHT NOW COME OVER AND SEE YOUR GIRLFRIEND FOR A FEW MINUTES, MOTHERFUCKER!!!!!!
... your about-to-be-ex-girlfriend that is.....
I can't wait to tell him that "It's not me, it's you".
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Pathetic plea for cash much?
Costa Rica was great, many photos were taken, and much fun was had.
However, the fact that our trip was extended five days longer than intended is threatening to put the financial ixnay on the much anticipated Coachella Blogger Geek Fest 2007.
Now I know that you would hate to see me sit and home and cry while my friends are larging it up rocking out to Rage, so here is your opportunity to help, and live vicariously through me!!!
Look to the left of the page.... see there where it says Paypal? Not just for decoration, you know.
Anyone who donates money to the Get Claire To Blogchella Fund and emails me with their postal address will be rewarded with a souvenir postcard from the very event!!! It will be just like being there!!!
I figure if Tony Pierce got an iPod, I can at least get a few bucks to.... eat.
Costa Rica was great, many photos were taken, and much fun was had.
However, the fact that our trip was extended five days longer than intended is threatening to put the financial ixnay on the much anticipated Coachella Blogger Geek Fest 2007.
Now I know that you would hate to see me sit and home and cry while my friends are larging it up rocking out to Rage, so here is your opportunity to help, and live vicariously through me!!!
Look to the left of the page.... see there where it says Paypal? Not just for decoration, you know.
Anyone who donates money to the Get Claire To Blogchella Fund and emails me with their postal address will be rewarded with a souvenir postcard from the very event!!! It will be just like being there!!!
I figure if Tony Pierce got an iPod, I can at least get a few bucks to.... eat.
Monday, March 26, 2007
Thursday, March 22, 2007
As I write this, my brother in law's funeral is underway, approximately fifteen thousand kilometres away.
I'm sure that somewhere within me exists the appropriate words to describe this anger and sadness and feelings of injustice, but right now I can't find them. All I know is that the three people I love most in the world have lost their father, and I can't even fathom it. They are barely old enough to understand what a father is, let alone to face their lives without one. A thousand scenarios of their lives run through my head of moments 15, 20, 30 years from now at which his presence will still be missed, and I wish that I could make it better for them, that somehow I could take it all away and process it all for them and give them back the happy memories but I can't and that is why I cry. If I could take their small selves and hold them in my arms and tell them it would all be ok then I would feel better but this is so far from being about me its inconceivable and I would be lying anyway because its not ok they are burying their father.
The fact that they have to deal with sadness on this level at this age pains me like nothing I have known before and I can't compute it because all I see are their lovely little faces.
If the religions are right about God having a master plan about everything that happens we are all so desperately fucked, because this makes no sense by any standard.
Yes I am fucked off and yes I may well delete this tomorrow.
I'm sure that somewhere within me exists the appropriate words to describe this anger and sadness and feelings of injustice, but right now I can't find them. All I know is that the three people I love most in the world have lost their father, and I can't even fathom it. They are barely old enough to understand what a father is, let alone to face their lives without one. A thousand scenarios of their lives run through my head of moments 15, 20, 30 years from now at which his presence will still be missed, and I wish that I could make it better for them, that somehow I could take it all away and process it all for them and give them back the happy memories but I can't and that is why I cry. If I could take their small selves and hold them in my arms and tell them it would all be ok then I would feel better but this is so far from being about me its inconceivable and I would be lying anyway because its not ok they are burying their father.
The fact that they have to deal with sadness on this level at this age pains me like nothing I have known before and I can't compute it because all I see are their lovely little faces.
If the religions are right about God having a master plan about everything that happens we are all so desperately fucked, because this makes no sense by any standard.
Yes I am fucked off and yes I may well delete this tomorrow.
Monday, March 19, 2007
Be careful what you wish for
Haha, remember when I said I never wanted to leave here?
Well those of you who follow newsy type things in the US will know that a bunch of airports in the northeast were closed because of some nasty-arse weather, and as a result, we are currently stuck in Costa Rica. Yep, stranded. Going nowhere fast. Stuckerooni.
We were supposed to fly out on Saturday, and now it looks like Wednesday at the earliest. In the meantime, I shall be sitting by the pool reading Wallerstein and sustaining myself with a budget diet of pineapples, watermelon, bread and cheese. Being poor in Central America at the beach is a lot nicer than being poor in upstate New York.
A whole bloggylicious post about our adventures will surely follow, but once I get home, where I am not charged 1,200 colones for an hour on the intertron.
I hope you are all well and playing nicely amongst yourselves.
Haha, remember when I said I never wanted to leave here?
Well those of you who follow newsy type things in the US will know that a bunch of airports in the northeast were closed because of some nasty-arse weather, and as a result, we are currently stuck in Costa Rica. Yep, stranded. Going nowhere fast. Stuckerooni.
We were supposed to fly out on Saturday, and now it looks like Wednesday at the earliest. In the meantime, I shall be sitting by the pool reading Wallerstein and sustaining myself with a budget diet of pineapples, watermelon, bread and cheese. Being poor in Central America at the beach is a lot nicer than being poor in upstate New York.
A whole bloggylicious post about our adventures will surely follow, but once I get home, where I am not charged 1,200 colones for an hour on the intertron.
I hope you are all well and playing nicely amongst yourselves.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Pura Vida
This just in: I heart Costa Rica.
Still alive, despite the best efforts of the wind and the roads. Went on a zipline tour of the rain forest today, going to the beach tomorrow for a few days of sun and snorkelling, and then I run away, find a cabin somewhere and live here forever. Please send my belongings and boyfriend.
Details to follow.
This just in: I heart Costa Rica.
Still alive, despite the best efforts of the wind and the roads. Went on a zipline tour of the rain forest today, going to the beach tomorrow for a few days of sun and snorkelling, and then I run away, find a cabin somewhere and live here forever. Please send my belongings and boyfriend.
Details to follow.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Puede ayudarme
12.01am
Things Claire is doing
- eating curry
- blogging
- faffing about on the internet
- getting home from being out drinking with my friends
Things Claire is not doing
- ensuring she has packed correctly
- locating relevant travel documents
- sleeping, especially in recognition of the fact that the taxi to the airport arrives at 4.45am
Have a smashing week!!!!
12.01am
Things Claire is doing
- eating curry
- blogging
- faffing about on the internet
- getting home from being out drinking with my friends
Things Claire is not doing
- ensuring she has packed correctly
- locating relevant travel documents
- sleeping, especially in recognition of the fact that the taxi to the airport arrives at 4.45am
Have a smashing week!!!!
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
And so it goes....
First stop, San Jose, because thats where we fly into and out of. One night there, and time for some museums, a city walk-about, perhaps even a meal or two.
Then its off to Monteverde, where I can pretend I'm in a beech forest at home. A couple of nights there, including some mountain trails, the cloud forest, birds and monkeys, and general prettiness.
After the green, its time for some blue; namely the beach, and back to my beloved Pacific Ocean. A couple of days on the Peninsula de Nicoya for sun, snorkelling, swimming, chilling, reading and some serious hammock-time.
In my near future I see some fresh air, some pina coladas, a couple more freckles and about six weeks of awesome packed into 7 days.
If I don't return, take good care of each other, and Sunshine can raffle off my Coachella tickets and keep the money.
First stop, San Jose, because thats where we fly into and out of. One night there, and time for some museums, a city walk-about, perhaps even a meal or two.
Then its off to Monteverde, where I can pretend I'm in a beech forest at home. A couple of nights there, including some mountain trails, the cloud forest, birds and monkeys, and general prettiness.
After the green, its time for some blue; namely the beach, and back to my beloved Pacific Ocean. A couple of days on the Peninsula de Nicoya for sun, snorkelling, swimming, chilling, reading and some serious hammock-time.
In my near future I see some fresh air, some pina coladas, a couple more freckles and about six weeks of awesome packed into 7 days.
If I don't return, take good care of each other, and Sunshine can raffle off my Coachella tickets and keep the money.
Monday, March 05, 2007
Sunday, March 04, 2007
King of the Blues, indeed!!!
This just in.
BB King may be a gajillion years old, but damn! Dude rocks.
In keeping with the whole Southern Bluesy theme, we went for dinner to Dinosaur BBQ before the show, an idea shared by approximately half the state's population. Waiting an hour and a half for a table isn't such a bad thing when you've got a charming intelligent man for company and a seemingly endless supply of Pennsylvania's finest. Mmmmm. Beer.
Blues guitar is hot. Lucille is shiny.
That is all.
This just in.
BB King may be a gajillion years old, but damn! Dude rocks.
In keeping with the whole Southern Bluesy theme, we went for dinner to Dinosaur BBQ before the show, an idea shared by approximately half the state's population. Waiting an hour and a half for a table isn't such a bad thing when you've got a charming intelligent man for company and a seemingly endless supply of Pennsylvania's finest. Mmmmm. Beer.
Blues guitar is hot. Lucille is shiny.
That is all.
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Yin and Yang strikes again.....
Read 'em and weep!!!
It almost makes up for the dizziness, exhaustion, burning throat and chunks of stuff I keep coughing up.
Ah, being sick is truly sexy. But its all ok, because soon I'll be better, and then I'll be going to Coachella.
SUCK ON THAT....*launches into coughing fit and falls off chair*
Read 'em and weep!!!It almost makes up for the dizziness, exhaustion, burning throat and chunks of stuff I keep coughing up.
Ah, being sick is truly sexy. But its all ok, because soon I'll be better, and then I'll be going to Coachella.
SUCK ON THAT....*launches into coughing fit and falls off chair*
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Djobi, Djoba
BEST. WEEKEND. EVER.,
Gypsy Kings rocked (I want them to play at my sister's wedding), Roger Sanchez was awesome, The Mexican restaurant with the 1 litre margaritas was fantastic (Hest and Bridget you need to go there!!), our tiny hotel room was cozy, even the four hour drive from here to Jersey and the train ride into Manhattan was fun!
My man is the bees knees, all that and a packet of crisps, he put the bop in the wop bop a loobop etc etc. Also, he smells really good.
Man, I am so loved up right now, its disgusting.
However, every rose has its thorns, and so we had to come back home and go back to work, and of course because I'm such an old fart, I can no longer handle the jandal, as it were, and I can feel that I'm getting sick.
But back to the good news, the flipside of the flipside, as it were, I may be going to Costa Rica for Spring Break.
Again, please send money.
BEST. WEEKEND. EVER.,
Gypsy Kings rocked (I want them to play at my sister's wedding), Roger Sanchez was awesome, The Mexican restaurant with the 1 litre margaritas was fantastic (Hest and Bridget you need to go there!!), our tiny hotel room was cozy, even the four hour drive from here to Jersey and the train ride into Manhattan was fun!
My man is the bees knees, all that and a packet of crisps, he put the bop in the wop bop a loobop etc etc. Also, he smells really good.
Man, I am so loved up right now, its disgusting.
However, every rose has its thorns, and so we had to come back home and go back to work, and of course because I'm such an old fart, I can no longer handle the jandal, as it were, and I can feel that I'm getting sick.
But back to the good news, the flipside of the flipside, as it were, I may be going to Costa Rica for Spring Break.
Again, please send money.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
"If you live in a council flat"... "beside a river"... "but are not blind"... WHAT? WHAT?! "What is your mother's maiden name?" What's her first name? I just knew her as Ma! Ma! That'll have to do. Ma... possibly deceased.Urgh.
I have been trying to do my taxes, so I'm channelling Bernard and being distracted. The thing I can't figure out is that last year the IRS gave me $650, yet this year by my feeble calculations I owe them $290. So I've given up and am awaiting rescue by the lovely tax-software people at the International Student's Centre.
The stinky old IRS are shit out of luck if they think they're going to get money out of me, they should know I have precisely diddly-squat.
Hahaha, good luck you wankers.
In other news, I'm going to the Big City this weekend to see the Gypsy Kings and Roger Sanchez and stay in a swanky hotel in Times Square and the whole thing was a total surprise I found out about yesterday because my man is awesome. Bring on Saturday, and look out Manhattan!!
Also, please give me buckets of money, cos I've got none. Thanks.
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Three things
1) I shovelled the snow off the front porch and steps and hurt my back and now I'm all ouchie.
2) My hair looks fantastic right now.
3) I want a new template, in red and black.
Ok bye.
1) I shovelled the snow off the front porch and steps and hurt my back and now I'm all ouchie.
2) My hair looks fantastic right now.
3) I want a new template, in red and black.
Ok bye.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Today school was closed for apparently the second time in 25 years*
Do you ever have a dream that causes you in the morning to go "what in the sphincter of hell?" yet the more you think about it throughout the day the more it makes sense?
Last night I dreamt I was going through all this old stuff of mine and I was in a big hall that was full of people I know and everything was white and shiny; and in my dresser, which for some reason were also in the hall; was all this junk jewellery all brightly coloured and shiny (I think I am a magpie) and I was so happy to have found it because it was all so pretty and completely useless. I am reminded of a similar dream I had many years ago that I told someone about at the time, and that person explained my dream to me so perfectly that the metaphors have remained with me since and most likely prompted last night's dream. Recently I was having a fairly intense conversation with two close friends about dreams and the stuff that really scares us right at the very core of our beings and I recounted a recurring dream I have that causes me to awake screaming and that gets right at the meat of the Things That Really Scare Me, and all the things that dream means to me, and I think ever since then I have had a worry in the back of my mind that I will have The Dream again even though I haven't had it for over a year, which leads me to believe that I am having dreams about pretty shiny coloured things to distract my mind from The Dream.
Ah, isn't the mind a wonderful thing? It has built in defence mechanisms.
Its really weird, because in the last few months, I think since Christmas, the occasion has arisen for certain things to be discussed, the sort of things that you normally and thankfully forget about, and on the occasion you remember you are disappointed that you couldn't forget them for just a little bit longer. There has been no particular reason for these things to be discussed, its just coincidence more than anything: places I went to with my family, things we talked about, things that we went through together and separately that for some reason ended up being discussed. Strange. Anyhoo.......
In honour of VD today I sat and watched the telly for 2 hours and drank scotch and even talked to the boy on the phone. Nobody can go anywhere at the moment because even though the roads get ploughed occasionally, there is still a mountain of snow across the driveway, even if you can get the car out of the carport and down the drive which is buried under a couple of feet of snow. /sarcastic font Its lovely -/end sarcastic font
*although school definately closed today, the above may be a total pork pie.
Do you ever have a dream that causes you in the morning to go "what in the sphincter of hell?" yet the more you think about it throughout the day the more it makes sense?
Last night I dreamt I was going through all this old stuff of mine and I was in a big hall that was full of people I know and everything was white and shiny; and in my dresser, which for some reason were also in the hall; was all this junk jewellery all brightly coloured and shiny (I think I am a magpie) and I was so happy to have found it because it was all so pretty and completely useless. I am reminded of a similar dream I had many years ago that I told someone about at the time, and that person explained my dream to me so perfectly that the metaphors have remained with me since and most likely prompted last night's dream. Recently I was having a fairly intense conversation with two close friends about dreams and the stuff that really scares us right at the very core of our beings and I recounted a recurring dream I have that causes me to awake screaming and that gets right at the meat of the Things That Really Scare Me, and all the things that dream means to me, and I think ever since then I have had a worry in the back of my mind that I will have The Dream again even though I haven't had it for over a year, which leads me to believe that I am having dreams about pretty shiny coloured things to distract my mind from The Dream.
Ah, isn't the mind a wonderful thing? It has built in defence mechanisms.
Its really weird, because in the last few months, I think since Christmas, the occasion has arisen for certain things to be discussed, the sort of things that you normally and thankfully forget about, and on the occasion you remember you are disappointed that you couldn't forget them for just a little bit longer. There has been no particular reason for these things to be discussed, its just coincidence more than anything: places I went to with my family, things we talked about, things that we went through together and separately that for some reason ended up being discussed. Strange. Anyhoo.......
In honour of VD today I sat and watched the telly for 2 hours and drank scotch and even talked to the boy on the phone. Nobody can go anywhere at the moment because even though the roads get ploughed occasionally, there is still a mountain of snow across the driveway, even if you can get the car out of the carport and down the drive which is buried under a couple of feet of snow. /sarcastic font Its lovely -/end sarcastic font
*although school definately closed today, the above may be a total pork pie.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Fuck this shit
Ah, Claire is stressed and therefore unable to write complete sentences, and can only utter long strings of profanities.
The air has turned blue....
Ah, Claire is stressed and therefore unable to write complete sentences, and can only utter long strings of profanities.
The air has turned blue....
Saturday, February 10, 2007
Oh God you owe me one more song so I can prove to you that I'm so much better than him
Things I've learnt in the last 24 hours
- My kickarse chicken salad (tm) works just as nicely with potato instead of chicken
- "Mono" is a great song for running to
- There are only 75 days until Coachella
- If you talk to each other, relationships are so much better
- Johnny Knoxville makes me turn into a sixteen year old girl in that I have an overwhelming desire to snog him
Ok thats all for now.
Things I've learnt in the last 24 hours
- My kickarse chicken salad (tm) works just as nicely with potato instead of chicken
- "Mono" is a great song for running to
- There are only 75 days until Coachella
- If you talk to each other, relationships are so much better
- Johnny Knoxville makes me turn into a sixteen year old girl in that I have an overwhelming desire to snog him
Ok thats all for now.
Friday, February 09, 2007
Friday morning 12.35am
Post removed due to effects of harsh reality of daylight and advice from a friend.... it may yet reappear who knows.
Its nice to be able to rant now and again, don't you think?
Post removed due to effects of harsh reality of daylight and advice from a friend.... it may yet reappear who knows.
Its nice to be able to rant now and again, don't you think?
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Matofotofo
I know I'm kind of late to the party, but I've just been faffing about creating my dream radio station on Pandora. Its the freaking business, and I don't think I will get any more work done for the rest of the semester cos I'll be too busy getting down with my bad self.
On a similar theme..... I just bought the soundtrack to Tsotsi on iTunes and not only is this a movie YOU MUST WATCH NOW the soundtrack kicks arse.
I know I'm kind of late to the party, but I've just been faffing about creating my dream radio station on Pandora. Its the freaking business, and I don't think I will get any more work done for the rest of the semester cos I'll be too busy getting down with my bad self.
On a similar theme..... I just bought the soundtrack to Tsotsi on iTunes and not only is this a movie YOU MUST WATCH NOW the soundtrack kicks arse.
Monday, February 05, 2007
Sunday, February 04, 2007
Sunday Bloody Cold Sunday
Or, the one in which Claire drinks beer and watches sport.
Went to the basketball yesterday, Syracuse beat DePaul. Basketball is fun, we likes it we do. Got drunk, ended up at some party being hosted by law students drinking vodka and cranberry. I now have a very overhung bf. Completely adorable when hes hungover, all cuddly and sleepy.
Today is Superbowl Sunday, and I am enhancing the cultural experience of living here by participating in a Superbowl Party. Yep, going to a friend's place to drink beer, eat chips and watch football, and I use the word "football" in the most flexible way.
It will be a hell of a challenge to actually watch the game without commenting on:
(1) the number of breaks the players take, namely about one every two minutes
(2) the body armour and helmets and kevlar the players wear, not to mention the completely naff shiny tights
(3) the fact that there are about 100 guys on the team and almost the entire team is rotated every few minutes
(4) the extreme specialisation of each player who seems to be able to do about 2 things and then sits on the sideline for the rest of the game
BUT I am going to try! I think its unfair to ask anyone from rugby country to fully appreciate American football, because while on the surface it may seem the two games are similar, they really are so completely different, especially when it comes to the players.
Rugby players are hard men, there is no doubt about that. Their legs are the size of tree trunks, the only thing they wear in terms of bodily protection are the occasional mouth guard and tape around the ears, and they play straight for 40 minutes with maybe one or two stops, so someone can pick up their teeth or set their broken arm.
So this is why it appears I am constantly dissing American football, because when you're raised on rugby, it seems like the sport for poncy gits. But like I said, I am keen to give it a fair go.
Go Bears.
Or, the one in which Claire drinks beer and watches sport.
Went to the basketball yesterday, Syracuse beat DePaul. Basketball is fun, we likes it we do. Got drunk, ended up at some party being hosted by law students drinking vodka and cranberry. I now have a very overhung bf. Completely adorable when hes hungover, all cuddly and sleepy.
Today is Superbowl Sunday, and I am enhancing the cultural experience of living here by participating in a Superbowl Party. Yep, going to a friend's place to drink beer, eat chips and watch football, and I use the word "football" in the most flexible way.
It will be a hell of a challenge to actually watch the game without commenting on:
(1) the number of breaks the players take, namely about one every two minutes
(2) the body armour and helmets and kevlar the players wear, not to mention the completely naff shiny tights
(3) the fact that there are about 100 guys on the team and almost the entire team is rotated every few minutes
(4) the extreme specialisation of each player who seems to be able to do about 2 things and then sits on the sideline for the rest of the game
BUT I am going to try! I think its unfair to ask anyone from rugby country to fully appreciate American football, because while on the surface it may seem the two games are similar, they really are so completely different, especially when it comes to the players.
Rugby players are hard men, there is no doubt about that. Their legs are the size of tree trunks, the only thing they wear in terms of bodily protection are the occasional mouth guard and tape around the ears, and they play straight for 40 minutes with maybe one or two stops, so someone can pick up their teeth or set their broken arm.
So this is why it appears I am constantly dissing American football, because when you're raised on rugby, it seems like the sport for poncy gits. But like I said, I am keen to give it a fair go.
Go Bears.
Thursday, February 01, 2007
Thursday, 7.13pm
During class today I got a message on my phone from ticketmaster saying there was some kind of problem with a ticket I had recently purchased and that I had to call them back as soon as possible to resolve the issue. Of course, my first thought was "Oh Fuck they've shagged up my Coachella ticket now I can't go this is the end of happiness". My second thought was "You useless cunts can't a person complete a simple ticket transaction without you messing it up". So after some time on the phone, and the
immense difficulty the woman on the phone was having understanding me (its called the English language, lady!!!) it turned out that even though the billing address on my credit card is in NY, the fact that my credit card is from NZ prevents me from being able to buy my Coachella ticket on it. Of course, the actual transaction that took place online, after which I checked my bank account in NZ to ensure the money had in fact gone through and my ticket was paid, wasn't equipped with the ability to tell me this at the time, so instead I had to waste ten minutes of my life on the phone.
GRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!
The outcome however, is that I still have a Coachella ticket, and fingers crossed the money from my NZ credit card will soon be refunded, or you
may rest assured that ticketmaster will bear witness to 20 years of misplaced anger.
But its ok cos today is Thursday and I've done my Lenin presentation and I have a glass of wine and its possibly quiz night and its definately CSI night and er is on too and all I have to do it write a lesson plan for the classes I teach tomorrow and then I can sit and watch a dvd damn its good to be me.
During class today I got a message on my phone from ticketmaster saying there was some kind of problem with a ticket I had recently purchased and that I had to call them back as soon as possible to resolve the issue. Of course, my first thought was "Oh Fuck they've shagged up my Coachella ticket now I can't go this is the end of happiness". My second thought was "You useless cunts can't a person complete a simple ticket transaction without you messing it up". So after some time on the phone, and the
immense difficulty the woman on the phone was having understanding me (its called the English language, lady!!!) it turned out that even though the billing address on my credit card is in NY, the fact that my credit card is from NZ prevents me from being able to buy my Coachella ticket on it. Of course, the actual transaction that took place online, after which I checked my bank account in NZ to ensure the money had in fact gone through and my ticket was paid, wasn't equipped with the ability to tell me this at the time, so instead I had to waste ten minutes of my life on the phone.GRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!
The outcome however, is that I still have a Coachella ticket, and fingers crossed the money from my NZ credit card will soon be refunded, or you
may rest assured that ticketmaster will bear witness to 20 years of misplaced anger.But its ok cos today is Thursday and I've done my Lenin presentation and I have a glass of wine and its possibly quiz night and its definately CSI night and er is on too and all I have to do it write a lesson plan for the classes I teach tomorrow and then I can sit and watch a dvd damn its good to be me.
Monday, January 29, 2007
Ok Sunshine, here we go
1. I’ll respond with something random about you.
I used to know a woman who christened her first child Sunshine. For serious, like. Although that's not so much about you though. How's this: the fridge in your apartment is always really clean. Hell, your whole apartment is always nice and clean.
2. I’ll challenge you to try something.
When we go to Coachella I am going to order a drink you have never heard of and you will drink it. You will also accompany me to see Crowded House.
3. I’ll pick a color that I associate with you.
Green, the colour of the t-shirt you were wearing the first day I met you.
4. I’ll tell you something I like about you.
Your unceasing generosity towards me, and the way I can talk to you about anything. Ok, thats two things. Get over it.
5. I’ll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
Burbank airport, stinky hot sunny day, the sweet air conditioner in your car, May of last year.
6. I’ll tell you what animal you remind me of.
When I think of your place I am often reminded of that mouse in the trap I disposed of that night we went out drinking and came back to discover, but that doesn't remind me of you so much.
To me you are more like a Golden Labrador: caring, loyal, generous and dead cute, but if the need arises, you are more than capable of tearing someone's throat out with your teeth.
7. I’ll ask you something I’ve always wanted to ask you.
When we were at ******* did you and ******** really ********? Haha, just kidding. I think that is there were anything I really did want to ask, I could call you up.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this in your journal/blog.
Well that's what the rules say!!!!
1. I’ll respond with something random about you.
I used to know a woman who christened her first child Sunshine. For serious, like. Although that's not so much about you though. How's this: the fridge in your apartment is always really clean. Hell, your whole apartment is always nice and clean.
2. I’ll challenge you to try something.
When we go to Coachella I am going to order a drink you have never heard of and you will drink it. You will also accompany me to see Crowded House.
3. I’ll pick a color that I associate with you.
Green, the colour of the t-shirt you were wearing the first day I met you.
4. I’ll tell you something I like about you.
Your unceasing generosity towards me, and the way I can talk to you about anything. Ok, thats two things. Get over it.
5. I’ll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
Burbank airport, stinky hot sunny day, the sweet air conditioner in your car, May of last year.
6. I’ll tell you what animal you remind me of.
When I think of your place I am often reminded of that mouse in the trap I disposed of that night we went out drinking and came back to discover, but that doesn't remind me of you so much.
To me you are more like a Golden Labrador: caring, loyal, generous and dead cute, but if the need arises, you are more than capable of tearing someone's throat out with your teeth.
7. I’ll ask you something I’ve always wanted to ask you.
When we were at ******* did you and ******** really ********? Haha, just kidding. I think that is there were anything I really did want to ask, I could call you up.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this in your journal/blog.
Well that's what the rules say!!!!
Saturday, January 27, 2007
Generating jealousy the world over....
Smile if you've just bought your Coachella ticket.
Smile also if you really couldn't afford it but decided damn the torpedoes I'm going anyway.
90 days and counting.
Luther.... time to pony up.
Smile if you've just bought your Coachella ticket.
Smile also if you really couldn't afford it but decided damn the torpedoes I'm going anyway.
90 days and counting.
Luther.... time to pony up.
Friday, January 26, 2007
I have but one thing to say,
MINUS SIXTEEN FREAKING DEGREES?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Bugger this for a game of soldiers......
MINUS SIXTEEN FREAKING DEGREES?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Bugger this for a game of soldiers......
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Which one of you bitches wants to dance?
I hereby propose a Blogstock.
Last weekend of April.
Indio, California.
Coachella, baby!!!!
I am so excited I need to have a cup of tea and a lie down now.
I hereby propose a Blogstock.
Last weekend of April.
Indio, California.
Coachella, baby!!!!
I am so excited I need to have a cup of tea and a lie down now.
Courtesy of D-bizzle
Here is a thing. I will do it, as others have. Now you might also.
1. I’ll respond with something random about you.
2. I’ll challenge you to try something.
3. I’ll pick a color that I associate with you.
4. I’ll tell you something I like about you.
5. I’ll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I’ll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I’ll ask you something I’ve always wanted to ask you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this in your journal/blog.
Sunday, January 21, 2007
Its a fair cop
Ok I suck at blogging, I suck so much you can all start calling me Nic.
Here's an update: I need money so I can go to Jamaica with my man for spring break. Today I shovelled snow, did the washing and cleaned the floor. I am taking a class in the Law school. I just bought a book on Amazon for 82 cents. My stitches are so freaking itchy I want to tear them out. About 2 hours ago I ate the last Tim Tam in the house. I have an 8.30 am meeting tomorrow. Nighty night.
Ok I suck at blogging, I suck so much you can all start calling me Nic.
Here's an update: I need money so I can go to Jamaica with my man for spring break. Today I shovelled snow, did the washing and cleaned the floor. I am taking a class in the Law school. I just bought a book on Amazon for 82 cents. My stitches are so freaking itchy I want to tear them out. About 2 hours ago I ate the last Tim Tam in the house. I have an 8.30 am meeting tomorrow. Nighty night.
Friday, January 19, 2007
I like to move it move it
Turns out I really like teaching. Today I had 2 classes, both of which had lots of students talking about significant things. It was nice.
And now I'm off to Target to buy homewares. Ah, life is good.
Stitches are so itchy I am beginning to go a bit mental.
Turns out I really like teaching. Today I had 2 classes, both of which had lots of students talking about significant things. It was nice.
And now I'm off to Target to buy homewares. Ah, life is good.
Stitches are so itchy I am beginning to go a bit mental.
Monday, January 15, 2007
How you turn my world you precious thing...
Guess who's back (na na na).
Yep, back in Shitsville, USA, armed with a packet of TimTams, two jars of Marmite, the latest copy of the Listener, and several litres of the finest NZ Sauvignon Blanc and Monteith's Summer Ale making its way through my veins, I return to the Great Satan for another semester of fun and games.
Fuck.
Its raining now, it was hailing last night, and the sunburn I got in Castle Hill is rapidly fading.
However, I did have a lovely night in LA with the delightful hostess with the mostest Sunshine but be advised one and all, that a Corona at Dulles airport in DC is $4.99. Given that the same beer is about half that here, the signs around the airport advising customers that one will not pay more for an item within the airport than one would in downtown DC generates a combination of mirth and fear that one's eventual time in DC for fieldwork will cost a gigantic arseload of money.
For those who have never seen it, this is what Claire Happy looks like. Of the bajillion photos I took while at home, about half are of the little peanut sitting on my lap there. The other half are of her sister. The third half are attempts to get their pre-teen brother in a photo, or of funky rocks at Castle Hill.
And now, after being back here for approximately 36 hours, it must be time to unpack my bags. Note, however, that my bags haven't been back for 36 hours; as is the custom with United airlines (hereafter known as Untied airlines), my bags took an unaccompanied adventure. They are getting better though, last time only one of my bags went AWOL, this time both of them went. On the plus side, they reappeared within 12 hours this time, in August it took them 3 days to find my stray belongings.
In other news, lovely boy back tomorrow. School starts tomorrow. Potential clash of a class I am taking with a section I am teaching. And so it begins....
Guess who's back (na na na).
Yep, back in Shitsville, USA, armed with a packet of TimTams, two jars of Marmite, the latest copy of the Listener, and several litres of the finest NZ Sauvignon Blanc and Monteith's Summer Ale making its way through my veins, I return to the Great Satan for another semester of fun and games.
Fuck.
Its raining now, it was hailing last night, and the sunburn I got in Castle Hill is rapidly fading.
However, I did have a lovely night in LA with the delightful hostess with the mostest Sunshine but be advised one and all, that a Corona at Dulles airport in DC is $4.99. Given that the same beer is about half that here, the signs around the airport advising customers that one will not pay more for an item within the airport than one would in downtown DC generates a combination of mirth and fear that one's eventual time in DC for fieldwork will cost a gigantic arseload of money.
For those who have never seen it, this is what Claire Happy looks like. Of the bajillion photos I took while at home, about half are of the little peanut sitting on my lap there. The other half are of her sister. The third half are attempts to get their pre-teen brother in a photo, or of funky rocks at Castle Hill.And now, after being back here for approximately 36 hours, it must be time to unpack my bags. Note, however, that my bags haven't been back for 36 hours; as is the custom with United airlines (hereafter known as Untied airlines), my bags took an unaccompanied adventure. They are getting better though, last time only one of my bags went AWOL, this time both of them went. On the plus side, they reappeared within 12 hours this time, in August it took them 3 days to find my stray belongings.
In other news, lovely boy back tomorrow. School starts tomorrow. Potential clash of a class I am taking with a section I am teaching. And so it begins....
Sunday, January 07, 2007
Hi.
Going to Castle Hill with the whanau for a few days. My other sister has arrived in one piece from Chile, so we're off to the wop wops for some Quality Time.
If you want to see what it looks like where I'll be, watch The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe, esp the big battle scene. Or some bits fronm Fellowship of the Ring. Its the place with all the funny looking rocks.
Ok, gotta fly. Will be offline for a few days, then in LA..... Sunshine I will text you on Friday. My Friday, your Thursday.
Ok good.
Bye.
Going to Castle Hill with the whanau for a few days. My other sister has arrived in one piece from Chile, so we're off to the wop wops for some Quality Time.
If you want to see what it looks like where I'll be, watch The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe, esp the big battle scene. Or some bits fronm Fellowship of the Ring. Its the place with all the funny looking rocks.
Ok, gotta fly. Will be offline for a few days, then in LA..... Sunshine I will text you on Friday. My Friday, your Thursday.
Ok good.
Bye.
Thursday, January 04, 2007
Blog blog blog
Eat sleep drink eat play with kids talk to sister drink watch movies play in the sun have barbeques go to the beach sleep drink Monteith's Summer Ale apply suncream shop swim text friends ignore imminent semester sleep play with the kids neglect blog and internets talk to sister about life the universe and everything shop eat sleep drink attempt to cram an entire summer into three weeks its exhausting sleep
Eat sleep drink eat play with kids talk to sister drink watch movies play in the sun have barbeques go to the beach sleep drink Monteith's Summer Ale apply suncream shop swim text friends ignore imminent semester sleep play with the kids neglect blog and internets talk to sister about life the universe and everything shop eat sleep drink attempt to cram an entire summer into three weeks its exhausting sleep
Sunday, December 31, 2006
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!!
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!!
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
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....
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....
Sunday, December 17, 2006
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.
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.
Thursday, December 14, 2006
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?
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?
Sunday, December 10, 2006
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?
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?
Saturday, December 09, 2006
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.
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.
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
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.
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.
Saturday, December 02, 2006
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.
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.
Thursday, November 30, 2006
This post brought to you by the number three....
Because 3 is the total hours of sleep I have had each night for the last two nights. It is also the number of states I got to snog a lovely boy in yesterday, the number of cups of tea I had in Manhattan, the amount of hours I have been watching television for, the glasses of wine it takes to get me drunk after so little sleep, the number of classes I had today, the number of papers I have yet to write before the semester is over, and the number of minutes until I will be sound asleep in my bed.
Because 3 is the total hours of sleep I have had each night for the last two nights. It is also the number of states I got to snog a lovely boy in yesterday, the number of cups of tea I had in Manhattan, the amount of hours I have been watching television for, the glasses of wine it takes to get me drunk after so little sleep, the number of classes I had today, the number of papers I have yet to write before the semester is over, and the number of minutes until I will be sound asleep in my bed.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
If you thought I'd take your hurt away I'm sorry
1.53am.... not long now.
Because I am the Best GF Ever (tm) I am off to the Big City in a little over one hour. Yes, the Boy from Texas is off to India Friday week, and needs to get his visa. So, we're leaving at 3am to drive to NJ, park the car somewhere and take the tube to NYC (cos driving in Manhattan is about as much fun as a tumour) to get to the Indian Consulate at 8.15am, which is when they start accepting applications. At which point we will find ourselves a nice cafe (I'm shooting for the one at the Central Park zoo; they have nice hot chocolate and on study breaks I can go visit the penguins) where we will spend the day studying/doing homework/grading papers etc until (hopefully) the visa is ready to be picked up about 4pm. Then its back on the train, back to the car, and back to this armpit town. Fun times.
Hahaha, I think its dead funny that I'm going with my Indian bf to the Indian embassy.... but he's not Indian Indian, hes the other type of Indian. Ok maybe that's just funny to me.
1.53am.... not long now.
Because I am the Best GF Ever (tm) I am off to the Big City in a little over one hour. Yes, the Boy from Texas is off to India Friday week, and needs to get his visa. So, we're leaving at 3am to drive to NJ, park the car somewhere and take the tube to NYC (cos driving in Manhattan is about as much fun as a tumour) to get to the Indian Consulate at 8.15am, which is when they start accepting applications. At which point we will find ourselves a nice cafe (I'm shooting for the one at the Central Park zoo; they have nice hot chocolate and on study breaks I can go visit the penguins) where we will spend the day studying/doing homework/grading papers etc until (hopefully) the visa is ready to be picked up about 4pm. Then its back on the train, back to the car, and back to this armpit town. Fun times.
Hahaha, I think its dead funny that I'm going with my Indian bf to the Indian embassy.... but he's not Indian Indian, hes the other type of Indian. Ok maybe that's just funny to me.
Monday, November 27, 2006
Its better to die on your feet than live on your knees
I have approximately a gajillion (read: 32) essays to grade before the end of Wednesday and a paper to rewrite and resubmit so what did I do this evening? I wasted time on the intertron, I drank 2 glasses of fairly average red wine, I graded 2 papers, I talked to the bf who came over for a wee visit (sigh) and I watched Heroes. In my own defence, I actually saved time watching Heroes, because I had recorded it and could therefore fast forward through the ads. Holy shit....Niki?!?! Jessica?!?! Haha, Ben you will love this. Get downloading! Next week is the last one until January. Heroes is the shiznit.
I was having all sorts of ridiculous thoughts in my head (as opposed to the thoughts one gets in one's elbow.....) about the Boy from Texas and about how it was this and that and the other thing and then he came over today and I saw him and went SIGH and gave him a big snog and then we had a conversation about our mums and how cool they are (true story) and I realised that most of the time I need to not listen to the shit that my brain comes up with and just trust in This Thing because It Is Good and I'm convinced if I ignore my ridiculous residual psychological defences for long enough they will give up and go and live with someone who appreciates them because I am sick of all that shit about insecurity and stuff and things, and what is best is to just have A Little Faith and not be Miss Overanalysis and continue to wait for the other shoe to drop or whatever it is that drops when they show their true colours and leave or smash you into little pieces or hurt you in ways you can't describe in a family-friendly forum such as this and to appreciate the present and not compare it to stuff that isn't real or that happened years ago because if you do what you've always done you will get what you've always got which is why I am being so cautious and angsty about this despite the fact he is so easy to be around it is almost like I am alone when hes here which sounds a bit like an insult but is in fact one of the highest compliments I can think of to describe being around someone anyway we had a lovely conversation and then he went home to do a thing and now its late and I have to grade more papers.
Longest. Sentence. Ever.
I have approximately a gajillion (read: 32) essays to grade before the end of Wednesday and a paper to rewrite and resubmit so what did I do this evening? I wasted time on the intertron, I drank 2 glasses of fairly average red wine, I graded 2 papers, I talked to the bf who came over for a wee visit (sigh) and I watched Heroes. In my own defence, I actually saved time watching Heroes, because I had recorded it and could therefore fast forward through the ads. Holy shit....Niki?!?! Jessica?!?! Haha, Ben you will love this. Get downloading! Next week is the last one until January. Heroes is the shiznit.
I was having all sorts of ridiculous thoughts in my head (as opposed to the thoughts one gets in one's elbow.....) about the Boy from Texas and about how it was this and that and the other thing and then he came over today and I saw him and went SIGH and gave him a big snog and then we had a conversation about our mums and how cool they are (true story) and I realised that most of the time I need to not listen to the shit that my brain comes up with and just trust in This Thing because It Is Good and I'm convinced if I ignore my ridiculous residual psychological defences for long enough they will give up and go and live with someone who appreciates them because I am sick of all that shit about insecurity and stuff and things, and what is best is to just have A Little Faith and not be Miss Overanalysis and continue to wait for the other shoe to drop or whatever it is that drops when they show their true colours and leave or smash you into little pieces or hurt you in ways you can't describe in a family-friendly forum such as this and to appreciate the present and not compare it to stuff that isn't real or that happened years ago because if you do what you've always done you will get what you've always got which is why I am being so cautious and angsty about this despite the fact he is so easy to be around it is almost like I am alone when hes here which sounds a bit like an insult but is in fact one of the highest compliments I can think of to describe being around someone anyway we had a lovely conversation and then he went home to do a thing and now its late and I have to grade more papers.
Longest. Sentence. Ever.
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Kitty cat lovin'Yeah, he's cute, but he keeps trying to make out with me. Kind of gross, Finnegan.
Also its difficult to study when theres a cat sitting on your desk licking his bum. Again, kind of gross, Finnegan.
Last night's jukebox styles c/o yours truly:
1) Steve Earle; "Copperhead Road"
2) Melissa Etheridge; "I'm the only one"
3) Eminem; "Lose Yourself"
4) Sepultura; "Ratamahatta"
5) Poison; "Every Rose has its Thorns"
The pub was rocking.
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Look out Turkeys!!!
Its Thanksgiving here in Amurica, so I'm cooking a pavlova, in keeping with my tradition of adding the Kiwi touch to everything.
Going to hang with some of the people who invented Thanksgiving, then off to a holiday orphans dinner to eat ourselves senseless.
Oh shit, I just employed the plural in reference to myself. Either I'm the Queen of England, or one of those annoying people who identifies themselves by reference to their relationship. Hmmmm.
Also, ordered a new computer. This one is back from the shop, in the same way that terminal cancer patients are sent home to spend their last remaining days with their loved ones.
Ok bye.
Its Thanksgiving here in Amurica, so I'm cooking a pavlova, in keeping with my tradition of adding the Kiwi touch to everything.
Going to hang with some of the people who invented Thanksgiving, then off to a holiday orphans dinner to eat ourselves senseless.
Oh shit, I just employed the plural in reference to myself. Either I'm the Queen of England, or one of those annoying people who identifies themselves by reference to their relationship. Hmmmm.
Also, ordered a new computer. This one is back from the shop, in the same way that terminal cancer patients are sent home to spend their last remaining days with their loved ones.
Ok bye.
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Snafubar
Ok so we knew this day was coming..... my little blue friend is one very sick wee laptop.
I am writing this on my neighbour's computer, because mine is in the shop, awaiting the possibility of a terminal verdict.
First, it was the hard drive that was dodgy, then the battery was a bit shite, but eventually it was the plug at the back that conked out. I took it to a nice man at the repair shop, who will hopefully stick a bandaid on it so it will last until the end of the semester (one month baby!!!) but if not, I will be taking that night job at the strip club to afford another computer.
So, please excuse me if I do not blog or IM or email very much in the next week or so....
I am at the mercy of other people's computers. If you miss me too much, you will have to go old skool and call me on the phone. Or, get over it.
ttfn.
Ok so we knew this day was coming..... my little blue friend is one very sick wee laptop.
I am writing this on my neighbour's computer, because mine is in the shop, awaiting the possibility of a terminal verdict.
First, it was the hard drive that was dodgy, then the battery was a bit shite, but eventually it was the plug at the back that conked out. I took it to a nice man at the repair shop, who will hopefully stick a bandaid on it so it will last until the end of the semester (one month baby!!!) but if not, I will be taking that night job at the strip club to afford another computer.
So, please excuse me if I do not blog or IM or email very much in the next week or so....
I am at the mercy of other people's computers. If you miss me too much, you will have to go old skool and call me on the phone. Or, get over it.
ttfn.
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
There's a light at each end of the tunnel you shout, cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out
Dear Blog,
Its 1.30am and I've been working on my paper that's due on Thursday for about an hour and a half, maybe a little more. I am starting to get a little stressed that I am not working efficiently, but I really can't think of another way to do it than the way I am. I have the most ridiculous amount of information, and I must condense it, along with some substantial analysis and application of theory, into about 25 pages of awesome. Oh fuck.... thats quite a lot really. Shite.
But anyway, I haven't been working on it nearly as much as I could have been, because I am Bad. I can feel an all-nighter in my near future.... and possibly a wee dip in my GPA.
Hell, its lucky that there is more to life than school!!
No, really there is. I read it in a book once.
And then I had loads of stuff in my head I was going to get out and into blog format but now its all gone because I went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror and I don't look like me so now I'm going to bed so that hopefully when I wake up in the morning I will look like me again and if not me then someone equally as cool haha good luck with that.
So goodnight blog, we will talk soon.
Love Claire
PS I am falling falling falling in the best way imaginable
Dear Blog,
Its 1.30am and I've been working on my paper that's due on Thursday for about an hour and a half, maybe a little more. I am starting to get a little stressed that I am not working efficiently, but I really can't think of another way to do it than the way I am. I have the most ridiculous amount of information, and I must condense it, along with some substantial analysis and application of theory, into about 25 pages of awesome. Oh fuck.... thats quite a lot really. Shite.
But anyway, I haven't been working on it nearly as much as I could have been, because I am Bad. I can feel an all-nighter in my near future.... and possibly a wee dip in my GPA.
Hell, its lucky that there is more to life than school!!
No, really there is. I read it in a book once.
And then I had loads of stuff in my head I was going to get out and into blog format but now its all gone because I went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror and I don't look like me so now I'm going to bed so that hopefully when I wake up in the morning I will look like me again and if not me then someone equally as cool haha good luck with that.
So goodnight blog, we will talk soon.
Love Claire
PS I am falling falling falling in the best way imaginable
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Save a horse, ride a cowboy
I’m writing this in word (oh the humanity!) because Blogger is having some Issues. Something about authority. Anyhoo.
I’ve been a slack little Blogger recently, I know. Also, I’m about to get a lot slacker, what with the gajillion papers I must write in the next five (count ‘em onetwothreefourfive) weeks.
Thursday: democratization paper due, student’s essays submitted, two weeks to grade them.
Continuing: negotiation exercise, and associated papers to write/news to keep up with etc.
December 3rd: final negotiation meeting.
December 4th: negotiation test.
December 7th: journal of notes on 7 books due. Note to self: read the seven books before then.
December 8th: Boy from Texas goes to India for a month.
December 12th: student’s final exam, grading begins (6 days to complete)
December 18th: final negotiation paper due. Fly home. Sleep.
There’s a change in the air. Maybe it’s the weather, maybe it’s the Boy from Texas, who knows. I can’t put my finger on it, but its on the way. Ah, maybe its just the work.....
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Election Day 2006
To my American friends, colleagues, professors, students, lovers, cohorts, drinking buddies, nemeses, shopkeepers, landlords, acquaintances and passers-by on the street.
Please vote the bastards out.
Thanks.
Love Claire
PS I live here, I have to abide by the rules, I pay taxes, I think I should get to vote. So there.
To my American friends, colleagues, professors, students, lovers, cohorts, drinking buddies, nemeses, shopkeepers, landlords, acquaintances and passers-by on the street.
Please vote the bastards out.
Thanks.
Love Claire
PS I live here, I have to abide by the rules, I pay taxes, I think I should get to vote. So there.
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Rosemary, heaven restores you in life
News:
- I bought Snow Patrol's most recent album, and it is good.
- Borat = very funny.
- I have a new external hard drive, and perhaps just in time because with each passing day my computer gets sicker and sicker.
- I don't think he knows that I know about his myspace page but I need to find a way to broach the subject cos his status on it still says 'single' and we have fairly well established the fact that we are doing this relationship thing and ohmigod all of a sudden I am fourteen but seriously how does one casually drop that into conversation?
- I have done precisely Fuck All work this weekend, which is generally not a good thing because I have approximately a Gigantic Shit Load to be done in the next six weeks.
- Today I baked muffins and made soup because I am a domestic goddess suck on that Nigella Lawson.
Ok going to angst for a bit now.
News:
- I bought Snow Patrol's most recent album, and it is good.
- Borat = very funny.
- I have a new external hard drive, and perhaps just in time because with each passing day my computer gets sicker and sicker.
- I don't think he knows that I know about his myspace page but I need to find a way to broach the subject cos his status on it still says 'single' and we have fairly well established the fact that we are doing this relationship thing and ohmigod all of a sudden I am fourteen but seriously how does one casually drop that into conversation?
- I have done precisely Fuck All work this weekend, which is generally not a good thing because I have approximately a Gigantic Shit Load to be done in the next six weeks.
- Today I baked muffins and made soup because I am a domestic goddess suck on that Nigella Lawson.
Ok going to angst for a bit now.
Friday, November 03, 2006
I noticed tonight that the world has been turning
What if I was to write a blog about the thoughts that are going through my mind now?
About the last few days, about how we have been getting closer and closer, about the things he whispers in my ear as he holds me at night, about the feel of his rough brown hands on my soft white skin, about his long black hair that I run my hands through, about the weight of him sleeping next to me?
But that might be a little too much for this forum, so I shan't.
Instead I shall ask for recommendations about my imminent new laptop purchase, for when my Little Blue Friend (tm) finally kicks it.
I am considering a Dell XPS M1210. Any ideas, people?
What if I was to write a blog about the thoughts that are going through my mind now?
About the last few days, about how we have been getting closer and closer, about the things he whispers in my ear as he holds me at night, about the feel of his rough brown hands on my soft white skin, about his long black hair that I run my hands through, about the weight of him sleeping next to me?
But that might be a little too much for this forum, so I shan't.
Instead I shall ask for recommendations about my imminent new laptop purchase, for when my Little Blue Friend (tm) finally kicks it.
I am considering a Dell XPS M1210. Any ideas, people?
Monday, October 30, 2006
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Reasons why its good to be me
1) am going to the airport in about 20 minutes to collect my favourite blogger
2) The Boy From Texas got us tickets for Bill Cosby
3) the half glass of red wine sitting on my desk next to the keyboard
4) we beat Pakistan by 51 runs
5) I'm having a party on Saturday night
6) Eighties dance night tomorrow
7) I have no more classes until Monday
8) This town doesn't suck as much as I make out it does
9) I have only 15 midterms left to grade
10) My Politics of the Developing World class today was awesome.
and really..... what more do you need?
1) am going to the airport in about 20 minutes to collect my favourite blogger
2) The Boy From Texas got us tickets for Bill Cosby
3) the half glass of red wine sitting on my desk next to the keyboard
4) we beat Pakistan by 51 runs
5) I'm having a party on Saturday night
6) Eighties dance night tomorrow
7) I have no more classes until Monday
8) This town doesn't suck as much as I make out it does
9) I have only 15 midterms left to grade
10) My Politics of the Developing World class today was awesome.
and really..... what more do you need?
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
The internet is for pr0n......
Sri Lanka are playing South Africa in Ahmedabad and the internet stream I am attempting to watch the match on keeps misbehaving and going all wobbly and gurgly and I get about 2 seconds of video per minute before the thing keeps buffering again and then the sound goes all funny and I can't make out what the announcers are saying and its very frustrating because the outcome of this match is very important to me because we loves the cricket and Sri Lanka are about to get hit by Makhaya Ntini which is always good to watch and watching cricket online sure as shit beats the hell out of grading this pile of midterms I have here......
Sri Lanka are playing South Africa in Ahmedabad and the internet stream I am attempting to watch the match on keeps misbehaving and going all wobbly and gurgly and I get about 2 seconds of video per minute before the thing keeps buffering again and then the sound goes all funny and I can't make out what the announcers are saying and its very frustrating because the outcome of this match is very important to me because we loves the cricket and Sri Lanka are about to get hit by Makhaya Ntini which is always good to watch and watching cricket online sure as shit beats the hell out of grading this pile of midterms I have here......
Sunday, October 22, 2006
I worry….
That I will say or do something to scare him away that I will repeat the same mistakes I’ve made before despite my efforts to the contrary that nobody takes legitimate concerns about global warming seriously that I will slip up and let my desperate insecurities show that he needs someone more like him that the worlds we come from are just too different that I am too loud too aggressive that I won’t get my students’ midterms graded by Wednesday that he just wants to be friends that he will find out I worry about this stuff at this stage that my computer will conk out before I buy an external hard drive that I’m not smart enough not pretty enough not thin enough not virtuous enough too crazy for him too needy for him too white for him too intense for him too different from him that the effect he says I have on him will be gone when he returns that my head will explode from all this angst that we will lose against Pakistan next week and be out of the Champions Trophy that he won’t call me
/ end angst /
Friday, October 20, 2006
I have a new appreciation of all things Texan
Not going to hex it or betray a confidence by blogging about it.... suffice to say my stomach has been doing many little flip-flops in the last few days... some things are best left un-blogged.
Also, bring on next Saturday, when the Halloween Party to end all Halloween parties is being hosted by yours truly (and three flatmates and the downstairs neighbours too....), and featuring a Special Guest from the West Coast.
I've said it before and I'll say it again..... booya.
Not going to hex it or betray a confidence by blogging about it.... suffice to say my stomach has been doing many little flip-flops in the last few days... some things are best left un-blogged.
Also, bring on next Saturday, when the Halloween Party to end all Halloween parties is being hosted by yours truly (and three flatmates and the downstairs neighbours too....), and featuring a Special Guest from the West Coast.
I've said it before and I'll say it again..... booya.
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
I'm not procrastinating.....
Holy crap the Windies just SPANKED Australia, they won by 10 runs, and even managed to score a hat-trick. Jerome Taylor is apparently the first West Indian cricketer EVER to get a hat-trick, and hes only 22 or something.... anyway having Brett Lee go out for a duck was worth its weight in gold..... Right now I would give my first born to be in India. If only I had a first born....
Yesterday Pakistan beat Sri Lanka in Jaipur, the day before we managed to kick South Africa like the little bitches they are.... and even India managed to beat England by 4 wickets. Ah, everything is right with the world again....
Also, I have 5 hours left to finish my paper.... luckily theres no more cricket until tomorrow.....
NZ vs. Sri Lanka at Bombay. Bring it!!!
Holy crap the Windies just SPANKED Australia, they won by 10 runs, and even managed to score a hat-trick. Jerome Taylor is apparently the first West Indian cricketer EVER to get a hat-trick, and hes only 22 or something.... anyway having Brett Lee go out for a duck was worth its weight in gold..... Right now I would give my first born to be in India. If only I had a first born....
Yesterday Pakistan beat Sri Lanka in Jaipur, the day before we managed to kick South Africa like the little bitches they are.... and even India managed to beat England by 4 wickets. Ah, everything is right with the world again....
Also, I have 5 hours left to finish my paper.... luckily theres no more cricket until tomorrow.....
NZ vs. Sri Lanka at Bombay. Bring it!!!
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Young man, control in your hand, slam your fist in the table and make your demands
Also, possibly, likely due to my complete flabbergastedness over the whole thing, I totally forgot to mention the concert I am going to on Wednesday night.....
MATISYAHU!!!!!!
The only catch being, of course, that I have less than 24 hours to write a 12 page paper, the likes of which I have never written before because life just likes to throw interesting things at me like a negotiation methods course that turns into a full on international negotiation simulation, complete with full official-type negotiating instructions.....
But hey, MATISYAHU!!!!!
Booya.
Also, possibly, likely due to my complete flabbergastedness over the whole thing, I totally forgot to mention the concert I am going to on Wednesday night.....
MATISYAHU!!!!!!
The only catch being, of course, that I have less than 24 hours to write a 12 page paper, the likes of which I have never written before because life just likes to throw interesting things at me like a negotiation methods course that turns into a full on international negotiation simulation, complete with full official-type negotiating instructions.....
But hey, MATISYAHU!!!!!
Booya.
Claire to Brain: WOULD YOU JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP I'M TRYING TO WRITE A PAPER BEFORE TOMORROW EVENING!!! STOP MAKING SHIT UP AND JUST FOCUS!!!
Brain to Claire: Mwahahahaha!!!!!!
Brain to Claire: Mwahahahaha!!!!!!
Monday, October 16, 2006
You give me miles and miles of mountains and I'll ask for the sea
I can't be completely certain that its a real actual 'date' date, but I'm fairly sure that I just got asked out.
By a real live grown up adult male.
And no, he is not is retarded, blind, deaf or otherwise 'differently abled'.
Time will tell......
Also, we TOTALLY KICKED South Africa this morning in Bombay, which is fairly impressive, given that we were all out for 195 after 45 overs.
Ah, such is the joy of cricket.....
I can't be completely certain that its a real actual 'date' date, but I'm fairly sure that I just got asked out.
By a real live grown up adult male.
And no, he is not is retarded, blind, deaf or otherwise 'differently abled'.
Time will tell......
Also, we TOTALLY KICKED South Africa this morning in Bombay, which is fairly impressive, given that we were all out for 195 after 45 overs.
Ah, such is the joy of cricket.....
Saturday, October 14, 2006
Look out look from over the rooftops
Saturday night, off to a party up the road, at which I will stand around and drink beer and talk to possibly interesting people, probably no nice boys though.
Last night my friend got me drunk, he paid for every single one of my drinks at the pub and it was lovely.
My hair is the colour of manuka honey.
Saturday night, off to a party up the road, at which I will stand around and drink beer and talk to possibly interesting people, probably no nice boys though.
Last night my friend got me drunk, he paid for every single one of my drinks at the pub and it was lovely.
My hair is the colour of manuka honey.
Friday, October 13, 2006
When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am
Hello today I slept for about 6 hours then I gave my students a midterm and read while they sat their exam then I went to class and learned about postcolonial disources of historicisation and circular vs linear concpets of time then I went to another class and learned about cultural factors in democratisation and the limitations of pure modernist theory in terms of economic development then I came home and talked to my favourite blogger and had a wee lie down and ate some mashed potatoes made from potatoes not from a packet cos thats the way I roll then I went to quiz night and had some beer and we would have won had the rest of my team listened to me about Lenny Bruce but we came 4th anyway and it was good and then I watched CSI and K-Fed is a loser and then I watched ER and Dr Kovac is beautiful and then I wasted all sorts of time on the internets reading shit and then I wrote a blog and went to bed the end ok bye.
Hello today I slept for about 6 hours then I gave my students a midterm and read while they sat their exam then I went to class and learned about postcolonial disources of historicisation and circular vs linear concpets of time then I went to another class and learned about cultural factors in democratisation and the limitations of pure modernist theory in terms of economic development then I came home and talked to my favourite blogger and had a wee lie down and ate some mashed potatoes made from potatoes not from a packet cos thats the way I roll then I went to quiz night and had some beer and we would have won had the rest of my team listened to me about Lenny Bruce but we came 4th anyway and it was good and then I watched CSI and K-Fed is a loser and then I watched ER and Dr Kovac is beautiful and then I wasted all sorts of time on the internets reading shit and then I wrote a blog and went to bed the end ok bye.
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
And I wonder if truly you are really as beautiful as I believe
Apparently, in Southern Chile there is a dearth of food that doesn't suck. I wouldn't know, I've never been. However, word on the street is.....
The point being, I have just packaged up the Mega Package (tm) for my sister who lives there, and who happens to be having a birthday very soon, which includes
- Thai green curry paste
- two packets of chocolate biscuits
- 1 jar of peanut butter
- garam masala
- red curry powder (extra hot)
- madras spice mix
- a whole lot of bubble wrap.
And its true, doing nice things for people DOES make you happy!!!!
Apparently, in Southern Chile there is a dearth of food that doesn't suck. I wouldn't know, I've never been. However, word on the street is.....
The point being, I have just packaged up the Mega Package (tm) for my sister who lives there, and who happens to be having a birthday very soon, which includes
- Thai green curry paste
- two packets of chocolate biscuits
- 1 jar of peanut butter
- garam masala
- red curry powder (extra hot)
- madras spice mix
- a whole lot of bubble wrap.
And its true, doing nice things for people DOES make you happy!!!!
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January 23rd, 2007 at 6:02 pm
1) if you covered your internet persona with candy it may be a chocolate e-claire.
2) ask or answer a question in class beginning with ‘argh, matey’
3) red
4) you’re angrily honest. me like.
5) bentleys. you were drunk and harrasssing Nic. instant friendship.
6) a meercat. constantly alert and kinda dangerous but people tend to like.
7) did you ever actually and truely plan to kill our flatmates in the Greenroom?
8) do it.