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So I found someone using this icon made by aom_leicon:

Ahahahaha. Burns!Lestat ftw. The other icon I like is this one, seen in the posession of flusterdance:


BBQ at Grants on Saturday was nice. His friend Bret was there, so I at least knew more than Grant and his flatmates... Although Bret, Grant and I ended up migrating to his room to browse all sorts of music since we weren't really drunk, smokers, or interested in the rather loud music they were playing. And after Bret left, Grant and I sort of hid from the world for a wee while.

Fin.

So, not only did I have a crazy dream about a live-action Ronin Warriors movie (along with other random superheroes, wtf), but I dreamt about looking it up on IMDB for more information. And that the movie was called "Like Us"...and yeah. Crazy, confusing, weird. And that's just one of my dreams, the one I can remember 'tany rate.

I missed seeing LJ all Talk Like a Pirate-y with ships and eye patches and whatever else they did. I was hanging out with Grant. His flat is having a BBQ on Saturday that I'm going to as well. Yay.

Fin.

Went to a play-reading last night. That was interesting. Felt rather bad for Grant, 'cause it was his play...like, the first time it was being read by other people, and critiqued... I don't think I could do it, on the off chance I ever wrote a play. And then there was the... gah. It was really funny. Even if I hadn't been familiar with Fitz, Alex, and Enderby, I would have been laughing my arse off just the same.

I do understand that it does need to be cut, in order to fit into a certain length of time. And even that whole scenes could be dropped and others reduced. In some parts, it would improve the play, because good as it was, there were moments when my eyes were starting to glaze over. Still, it was awfully hard on Grant, having his baby poked and prodded and laid open like that.

And then there was this stupid, stupid thing... see, the whole point of the play is just that it's a comedy, something funny involving some of Grant's beloved characters from other media. But because it's a New Zealand play, it's like, they think there should be some deeper meaning/message/commentary that people are supposed to take away with them. Which is stupid. I like it best as merely a funny play, and sure it lightly touches on animal rights (two of the main characters are a bunny and a hedgehog, for gossakes), and politics (she runs for Prime Minister!*), but, ultimately, it's just a very funny play about a 2' tall evil cute pink bunny who not only makes ambitious plans but gets away with them. But of course that's just too simple for some idiotic literary snobbish pricks.

*This isn't particularly spoilery, since it happened in the comics which have been running for 13 years. In fact, many of the scenes and situations brought up in the play were familiar territory for anyone who's read Brunswick. But at the same time, it's a whole new media and story, like out of some parallel universe or something.

Anyway, I had a good time, and we went out for drinks after... ended up at the Sports Bar where Grant's flatmate's band Uncle Monkey... or was it Monkey's Uncle? Uncle Monkey. Anyway, they were performing. Quite good. They did this Cat Steven's song, and the guy singing sounded JUST like Cat Stevens. It was cool.

"We" being Grant, me, Amy that I met last Saturday, her cousin Daniel, and another friend of Grant's, Bret. It was interesting 'cause I discussed hair straightening with Daniel--he works at Whitcoull's, and he called them out when they said he could wear anything to work, even a dress, and he wears a dress to work... well, he's got quite curly hair and he's growing it out, but they won't let him wear the dress and also have long curly hair. So he's seeking advice concerning straightening his hair.

Bret is a big sci-fi fan, so I talked a lot about that with him, not to mention, he's seen Firefly and Serenity. We were laughing about some fandoms where we've never actually seen/read much of the original material, but through a sort of osmosis of being around fans, picked up a whole lot of information and such. Plus there was the sharing of stuff that I didn't know about, or he didn't know much about, that sort of thing.

Oh, I completely forgot to mention that I met Amy. Um, when I was over at Grant's on Saturday. We drank wine and ate cheese, and Amy came over for a bit. Nice girl, very Fitz-like. She's done some of the vocals for the animated version of Brunswick, including Fitz. After she'd left, I got to see Rocky Horror Picture Show for the first time. Very amused. Much love for Tim Curry.

Yarr.

( My Interests Collage! )

Fin.

Yesterday was simply an utterly gorgeous day outside. Lovely bright blue skies, great big burning thing that shone ALL DAY... yeah, it was nice. Funny to see all the people outside, soaking it up.

Anyway, met up with Grant at about two. First we wandered into the art gallery, 'cause it's free and something simple to do. Plus, y'know, all the artwork to comment on. That didn't take up much time, though, so we headed out to the waterfront to enjoy the sunshine and just sat and talked for a while. It's nice 'cause he's got the quiet, soothing voice that makes me want to talk softly in reponse, and that we're sort of conspiring together about something that not everyone is fit to overhear.

It's so nice 'cause most guys who approach me are either half-drunk dunderheads, or strangely creepy people I can't wait to get away from. And he's neither. Very glad about that. I mean, when we talked on Friday, and he said he'd emailed this lady who'd published this book of comics and he said he felt like such a fanboy all happy-giddy when she emailed him back. He called himself a fanboy. How cool is that?!

It got a bit cold sitting on the waterfront, so we took a walk through the park, and then made our way to Fidel's on Cuba Street 'cause I felt like coffee. And cake. Chocolate cake with a bit of yogurt. Mmm. More talking while drinking, and then more wandering and such 'til he walked me back to the place I'm staying at.

It's really cool. I like that we could talk for three hours without boring each other. I like that I didn't end up dominating the conversation like usually happens when boys are chatting me up and asking question after question. I like that he's articulate and knows all sorts of interesting stuff, and really importantly, is so not creepy.

Seeing him again Sunday.

Fin.

Okay, so that movie is out today. Down here. But I will probably wait 'til Tuesday to see it. But it shall be awesome if I can. 'Specially after what diea told me. Hehehehehe.

Anyway, yesterday I was at the library in the morning, but it was just so sunny and nice that I had to talk a walk along the waterfront and stuff...but later in the afternoon, I did go back to the library and I happened to settle down on the same couch I'd been sitting on in the morning, although with a different book. Well, this guy approaches me and felt the need to come up and say 'hi, couldn't help but notice you're in the same spot now that I saw you in four hours ago have you been here this whole time?' and it was just kinda weird, but funny, and he wasn't creepy.

I got kind of distracted at one point, 'cause I happened to look over and see, of all people, this girl from Palmy that used to make me think of mikazuki. I mean, they don't even look alike, and the girl I'm pretty sure is English, but for some reason last year she used to give me Cori-vibes. Ehhh. I was surprised to see her, but couldn't say anything 'cause this other guy Grant was talking to me.

Also, when I was out on my walk along the waterfront, I got a bit of a fright when I felt the shockwave and then heard the bang of a cannon. Well, up on this bluff they were doing 21 guns for the signing of the Governer-General or somesuch. Didn't know it was going to happen but was kinda cool to see and really fun to feel the shock of each shot.

Glenn, the guy who looks after the place I'm staying at, said to me that if I washed this huge pile of dirty dishes in the kitchen, he and Grant (not the same Grant from the library) would make me a chocolate cake. He was saying it kind of in jest, but I said, "All right, you're on," and washed all those dishes. But it turns out, the cake is not made, but still in it's box. He gives me the box of cake mix and three eggs.

...okay, slight problem where there's no cake tin and I also need a measuring cup... so off to the supermarket I go with intent to buy a disposable cake tin, but they didn't have on and a non-stick thing was only $5. I also got some chocolate chips and some chilli powder, for added fun. If you've never tried it, do, because chocolate and chilli actually make a delicious combination.

So I mix up the cake and everything. It's Betty Crocker Devil's Food and on the box it says there's ready made frosting, right? But... there was no frosting. Fuckers. I'm going to call them about it, too, 'cause it's all over the box that there should be. I ended up melting some more chocolate chips and spreading that on top of the cake instead, but damnit, there should have been frosting.

Well, since Glenn and Grant did not, in fact, make me the chocolate cake, I have every intention of teasing Glenn about it... like, sit there eating some and say, "MMmm, this cake's delicious, Glenn. Oh, you want some? But you didn't make it! Oh no, that'll be a bourbon and coke for each slice, thanks." :P I'll make him pay, anyway, 'cause I know he wants some.

Hee.

Fin.

Boy 1: I fucking hate these stupid adhesive seals they put on CDs.
Boy 2: I dunno. I kinda like them.
Boy 1: Why?
Boy 2: Expending all that effort to get the seal off makes the music that much more enjoyable once you finally get the CD out of the jewel case.
Boy 1: Kinda like taking off a girl's bra?
Boy 2: Yeah, except CDs don't start giggling if it takes you more then fifteen seconds.

I had a very hard time not doing just that this weekend... It was cool to see Aston, and Darren, and the rest of the group. Those two and Milan are gone now. Paul leaves in a week and a half. There's fewer and fewer of the original group. Sad, in a way. Although of course they had to move on eventually.
I've remembered, by the by, what I meant to write up in an entry last week. I needed to go into Studylink, but I'd never been in there before. I knew just whereabouts it was, so on the Thursday I went there. Turns out I needed to go back again on Friday as well. Thing was, on Friday, I couldn't find it again. It was like those disappearing shops, Est Ages and all that. I knew I had to walking right past it, more than once. And finally I did see it, but it was weird how I couldn't find it to begin with.
Last night I dreamt about eating raw snake. Cobra to be precise. It didn't taste all that bad, and it was even better cooked. What a strange mind I have.

Interview Meme.
001. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
002. I will respond by asking you five questions of a very intimate and creepily personal nature. Or not so creepy/personal.
003. You WILL update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
004. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the post.
005. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

Questions from my goddess virginhuntress.

001. What is your favorite thing about living in NZ?
My favourite thing about living in New Zealand is the food. Particularly mince and cheese pies, and all the different Cadbury chocolate bars. Vegemite, weet-bix... stuff that I couldn't get in the States. It's just different here, and I like it so much better.

002. What is your ideal career?
My ideal career... I don't know. I wish I could be an explorer on alien planets. That would be cool. Unfortunately, unrealistic at this point in time. What I really want to be is a zoologist and entomologist. Animals and bugs. I'm not so fascinated by bugs, except there are so many of them and they have their uses. Mostly it's animals I love studying though.

003. How were you first introuduced to the world of slash?
My very first piece of slash I ever read was some RPS: Justin Timberlake and JC Chasez from *Nsync. But I didn't really get into it until shiseiji got me fixed on Ronin Warriors, and the yaoi therin. And finally, out of sheer randomness, I decided Remus Lupin and Sirius Black were meant to be a couple, and went in search of fic.

004. As an avid bookreader (like myself), what are you top 3 favorite novels and why?
This one is hard. I've read and enjoyed soooo many books.

I think one of my favourites is Nimisha's Ship by Anne McCaffrey. It's sci-fi, my usual genre, and McCaffrey happens to be one of my favourites. I like this one best because it's just a stand alone novel, not part of any of her other series (except, sort of, the Coelura). And Nimisha is a smart, pretty heiress who is no Paris Hilton. She builds space ships, and tests them out... and she rises to the challenge of surviving and exploring when she gets sucked into an uncharted wormhole and spat out at the ass end of the galaxy.

Another favourite is Wizard's First Rule by Terry Goodkind. I like the whole series it belongs to. I get hopelessly attached to certain characters. I love how sarcastic the main chracter, Richard is. I like that when Richard and Kahlan fall in love, it doesn't alter their personalities drastically like what happens to some characters in other novels I can think of (who end up brainless twits that I want to smack just because omg twu wuv).

Lastly, I'm quite attached to The Vampire Lestat by Anne Rice. I like that second novel moreso than Interview with the Vampire--although still a good novel and all that--just because Lestat is such a... Brat Prince. I love him. I love those first two books he narrates. *nods*

005. What is a hobby/talent that you have that you keep to yourself?
Oooh, making me reveal something I've been keeping hidden. Okay, I have this tendency, when given graph paper, to design the layouts of houses. I'll even draw in furniture and label the rooms. I'll have a key for objects that it's not readily apparent what it's supposed to be. I've also done a couple castles. I just have this strong desire to make a visual representation of a home I daydream about. Or sometimes it's to remember something so when I (finally) get the Sims 2, I can design the house in a neighborhood. I swear I have just as much fun designing the houses as playing with the characters (especially with the money cheat so cost doesn't matter).

Fin.

This is somewhat embarrassing, but nonetheless.

( Are you sure you want to see this? )

Fin.

I just had the nicest drinking fountain water ever. It was all cold, like... icy cold... just been chillin' for the last several hours cold... soooo good and purified cold. Best. Ever. I want more. I want to fill my drink bottle with it, but, yeah, didn't bring my drink bottle with me.

It's pissing down with rain. For the most part, the weather has been quite lovely while I've been here. But not for the last few days. It blows. I don't like walking around in a cold wet city. :( And I can't see anything out of the train windows when it's raining.

Oh, yes. I was staying at the backpackers, but Dad came down last week with a bunch of Iain's stuff and some of my stuff. Some of it is still being stored at Iain's, but some of it is now at dad's friend Catherine's. She lives in Lower Hutt (err, sorta the Petone area if you know anything about there) and she's offered to let me stay with her while I flat hunt. Not only is it cheaper than the backpackers, but I get cooked dinners every night, and she does my washing. (She'd do my ironing too, 'cept I don't iron anything even if it really ought to be.)

It was kinda freaky hanging up three weeks worth of laundry on the line. There were a lot of socks and a lot of panties. Looked kinda strange next to her granny panties (well, she is a granny) I'm sure. I wonder what Aston would have made of all that lace...

Aston has a really big thing for sexy underwear. And my corset. Of course. I'm sure he'd die if I had thigh high stockings as well. *whistles innocently*

St. Paddy's day I guess we weren't quiet enough, 'cause Paul, who has the room next to Aston, heard us. Which meant I got a text from Craig on Saturday night asking me about it. I guess it's a good thing I wasn't at the hostel on Saturday night 'cause Aston was really, really pissed. I heard about it from James (I forgot to mention James--he's another of the group). It was, apparently, amusing as hell, but also getting to the point of annoying them. They were trying to figure out a way to lose him before they went into town. No such luck, though.

I stopped by the hostel yesterday after class. Poor Brian. When I left Saturday morning he and Conor were out on the deck, STILL drinking... he was totally sloshed. Conor couldn't remember seeing me in Seam earlier in the night, in fact, I think Darren and James are probably the only ones who really registered I was there. Even Aston didn't remember me there, and it was only after he lost everyone and was texting to find out were everyone was that we met up... and Paul heard us.

Anyway, Brian drank so much that he got really sick. He started feeling pain, sorta in the vicinity of his liver. That's gotta suck. He's still recovering, by drinking plenty of water. And holding off the alcohol, probably until a while after this weekend.

Canada tried to give Aston a wedgie on Friday night, and ripped the elastic off my boy's pants. Conor wore it as a necklace the rest of the night and all day Saturday at the cricket match. And Canada has taken to calling me Crazy, which isn't all that original, but I've had worse. I don't really like being around him when he's drunk, but he is amusing in small doses.

Who knows what sort of crazy shit we're likely to get up to next Friday... It kinda sucks, though. Darren and Mike have left. Canada's going soon. Aston, Neriss, and a couple others are all leaving in two weeks. I wish I'd got to be with the group for longer. But, hey, I'll remember the good times that we did have, and all that.

Fin.

Okay, since I have left for Wellington...

-I lost my emo glasses. Boo.
-iowabound had a baby. Congrats!
-My dad's good friend Ratu was killed in a car accident. Le sigh.
-ishimish had a birthday. Happy crotchdropping day!
-suffered my first hangovers. Damn
-scored with a british boy. Yay!

His name is Carl, but everyone calls him Aston Villa. He's from Birmingham. Brown eyes, brown hair (the tips are blonde), about 6 feet I guess, and 22 years old. He's not the hottest thing to walk the earth, but he sure isn't breaking any mirrors either. Well... maybe with his voice. He's one of those natrually loud people.
I know I told shiseiji last Friday that I quite fancied this boy Darren... but then Carl returned on that Sunday and, well... Darren never appeared to fancy me very much anywho. It's rather cool, I started talking to Darren a couple of days into my coming to this place, and suddenly found myself integrated into this large group of folks who've all been together a month or more. Even Canada took a liking to me, and he rather despises kiwi girls. I'm playing up my half-bredness. I'm also sounding less American, particularly when drunk, as I pick up on the Brit's accent. Or, hell, one time I was talking to John, who's Irish, and saying things with the Irish accent almost. Actually, let me go over the group...
There's Eric (Canada), John (Horse), Craig (Craig David), Neriss, Carl (Aston), Darren (Jesus), Paul, Connor, Brian, Vince (Milan, or Vincent Vegas), Mike (Party Mike), and, um, there was also these guys Johnny and Valentine, but they've left. Anyway, Neriss and Connor are the only girls, so they appreciate having another girl around to talk girl talk. I'm the youngest, though. Neriss, John, or Canada is the oldest. Not sure which.
Craig and Canada are in competition over pulling girls... I think Craig is in the lead after getting two girls in one night. There was supposed to be lots of points if any of them scored with the twin sister of Milan's gf. It was their 20th last night, and we all went. I ended up dragging my boy off some time before two, since despite my being smashed, I seemed to realise that if I didn't do something he'd get kicked out anyway. Still, got teased for it this morning, didn't I?
Anyway, am alive, doing all right, school is school, as per usual, and flat hunting blows chunks... but is necessary. Lemme know what you're up to, 'cause I'm bound to miss stuff even if I hit up the f-list.

Fin.

Blah blah blah scum people blah blah blah...

Me: "...just so long as he doesn't make a pass at you!"

Ange: "If he does, I'll take away his ability to ever pleasure a woman!"

"What, you'll cut out his tongue?"

"...and his ability to procreate."

"Good woman."

Fin.