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I'm being good and staying out of trouble, honestly... I mean, I only bought a t-shirt with Rainbow Brite on it that says "Made in the 80s" and wore it while out in town with my darling... *cackles* He is most unimpressed. Then I bribed him with a couple funny t-shirts, and bought dinner and a movie, but he still gives me shit about it! All fun and games, though, eh?

The other t-shirts I got was a picture skull and crossbones made of lego, and one that says, "My people will call your people to tell you to @#$% *&%". It was kinda fun to do that, then going to see Meet the Spartans. Like I said, (I think) next on the agenda is Sweeney Todd. 'Cause that also looks cool.

Last night our store closed at about 10pm so we could put in the new checkout systems. Man were folks upset that the 24/7 store was not open. Good lord were they pissy. But, I mean, seriously, why be so upset at a minor inconvenince? We gotta update the equipment sometime, and we can't exactly serve customers when the entire system is shutdown! And the new system has got to be better than tills that are nineteen years old.

So after cashing up, I got to do things like take damaged goods to the back of the store, and then spend and hour reorganising the dvds into some semblance of order (it will all be fucked up in two days time, but it makes today possibly easier). I would hve ahd to clear the checkouts of all the stuff, but that was done when I was on my 15.

Oh, and naturally the crimson floodgates had to open during that last hour or so, so there was cramping to make my night that much uncomfortable. Getting to sleep was a bitch, even with the painkillers. And my sleep was all screwy. Normally I'm out of it until 11 or 12 on a Wednesday, but not this morning... awake before the alarm at 7:30, and not interested in even a wee sleep after getting into town. Eh, bien. Perhaps my body knows what it's doing, but I doubt it.

Anyway, be well, and all that jazz. About to check the f-list as best I can soon as I hit the 'update' button. If you're lucky, I'll even drop a comment. Because comments are love.

Fin.

Have been doing terribly domestic things like baking and laundry and loading/unloading the dishwasher, plus little things like making dad a cup of coffee before he's even got up. Oh, yes, not to mention being the last to bed and the first to rise. And that means locking and unlocking the doors and feeding the animals and all that jazz, too.

What the hell happened to being the lazy little twat I usually am?

Also, keep not getting around to watching the rest of the Black Books DVDs, v. terrible of me, really. Am far more excited at the prospect of watching the first season of SG-1 at Ange's this Saturday (having spotted it in the Wharehouse and persuading her starting at Season 1 to introduce Damo to it was a far better idea). I mean, obviously we won't watch the whole damn thing in one sitting, but we can make some headway, and hopefully Damian won't fall asleep like he often does.

Have mysterious scrapes on two knuckles... not a fucking clue how I got them, or why they're one different fingers of both hands. 'Snot like I've been getting into any sort of ruckus... (unlike my cousin John, the cop, who sent another entertaining email about the shit he gets up to in his job) Heh.

Iain has arrived up from Wellington, was here for all of five minutes, and promptly buggered off with his mate Ben. Ah, well, obviously we can play catch-up and all that jazz later. Yay.

Am I a terribly boring person with a terribly boring life, or what?

Wednesday, Ange, Damo and I went up to Auckland, well, Manukau city really, and the mall there, whatsit...Westfield? Whatever it's called. A shopping mall. Had lunch at Wendy's first. I have not had Wendy's in a long time. In fact, this is the first time I've had Wendy's in New Zealand. Sooo...about two years since I've been to Wendy's. It was good, anywho. And then we went to the mall...

...wherein I did not spend a whole lot of money on myself. Although I was sorely tempted on a couple of occasions. I resisted. Instead, only bought a little extra pressy for dad that, well, will probably be more played with by me and any other children. But there was this one store with a bunch of dragon stuff and ooooh how I wanted to buy all sorts. Again, resisted.

Ah, well... there's bound to be Christmas money to fritter away, and all that.

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Comment and I'll give you a letter and then you have to list 10 things you love that begin with that letter.

01. Keanu Reeves -love him or hate him, he's still pretty nice eye candy.
02. Kit Kat -mmmm, chocolate...
03. Kindly Ones, The -it's Neil Gaiman. It's Sandman. It's good.
04. Kinks, The -Lola. Awesome, awesome song. Great music.
05. Kites -when I was little we used to have this cool red octopus kite.
06. Kate Winslet -one of my favourite actresses, yo. And pretty.
07. Kittens -our cat Pearl had her kittens on my bed at four something in the morning, almost 11 years ago. She and one of said kittens, Yoda, live with my dad and step-mum now.
08. 'Köhanga Reo' -my brother and I were the only pakeha children in our kohanga reo classes...unfortunately I've forgotten most of my maori and anything I might have been taught there.
09. Kian -a name I came up with once, and then found in books by three different authors, and every single time the character with this name got killed. I've so totally got a write a story where he doesn't.
10. Klingons -'cause, y'know, Trekkie and whatnot.

I was gonna write a bit about last night with Grant. And what I've come up with so far in the way of the meme I posted yesterday (that only one person has commented on. Where's the love?). But, thing is... I've got cramps and all that lovely femme stuff and simply cannot be bothered.

Fin.

I just ate maybe three hours ago. Why, oh why am I hungry again already? It happened this morning after breafkast as well. Why can't my stomach be satisfied with the food I give it? Argh.

Fin.

I made a wallpaper. Yes, you may use it. Just click on the image, and save if you like, y'know.

In other news, I tore the nail on my big toe yesterday. It hurt. And bled. I'm not looking for sympathy. What I'd like to know is if there's anything I should put on the nail to stop it from growing all fucked up. I didn't tear it off completely, it's just got a split (or two) and currently I'm keeping it wrapped up in a bandaid. Do I just wait for the split to grow out, or will it it decide to grow all funky if I don't persuade it otherwise? I don't want ugly toenails. I hate ugly toenails.

Fin.

+ reading and finishing Night Watch
+ getting to ride Iain's bike for a little while
- just about all my things gone, leaving my room rather empty
- sunburning my legs
- headache not from dehydration
- aspirin only partially effective
- period starting (although hopefully the aspirin will have worked as a preventative for cramps)

Fin.

It's overcast right now. The ground is wet, but it hasn't really been raining. Not anything torrential, at any rate. The weather lately has been pleasant. Sunny. Warm. I get up in the morning and open my windows to let in a breeze. Get distracted in the evenings and come home to a chilly room because I was online 'til late and handn't closed the windows and curtains. Oops. It's invariably warm in the computer labs, even with the fans going. So glad they installed those in the last month.
I hate my period for starting at such a time that my favourite pair of shorts were out of comission for a while. I hate that my sandals are all synthetic materials, so unlike leather sandals, they never break in, and leave me with sores on my feet from rubbing the skin wrong. I hate my closed shoes for giving me athlete's foot so I have to deal with that. It's a pleasure to walk around in shorts and bare feet. Except late at night when my feet are colder and more sensitive, so even slightly rough ground is uncomfortable. The old fear of slugs keeps me off the grass--even though there's nothing here like the ones back in WA. *shudders*
I'm just a little depressed right now. A little low. I feel like the other girls don't like me. I don't fit in. I wonder how much they realise I don't fit in. It's painful because they don't understand me, and they don't try to. They've got their cliques and close friendships. We can talk, but we're not friends. I miss having friends to do things with. Even if it's just watching movies. And playing the colours game. (They won't even try to learn the colours game--even though Annalise belches all the time) Playing Scum or Blewme (Bloomie? Solitaire Showdown. I saw someone playing that on MSN recently and missed our games).
I almost hate it when mum tells me what's been going on back home. Ha... home. But hearing about her and Gary and the cats, even the bloody insufferable racoons, it makes me miss it. I don't want to go back. I want to visit, but I don't want to go back. But I miss my friends and all that, too.
I need to remember to ask mum to get me some more knee high striped socks for Christmas. My red and white ones have got holes in the heels now. Sad.
Another reason I'd love to visit...

Last night I was chatting with Matt. Or rather, role-playing. It was rather spur of the moment. It was going by his idea of the chocaholic Myrdraal, and I was playing off of that. Already I've been trying to think of what my character looks like, where she must be from, and where she's been that she knows what she knows. I will have to further question Matt about any limitations as to what my character can do/be/know. Trying to refrain of Sue-dom. But it was very Wheel of Time. And so much fun. Especially when I began separating my thoughts from my character's thoughts.
Her name's Andra Liernan. I haven't figured her age. From clues from Matt, she must be rather attractive--after all, the two innkeeper's sons were both chasing after her mighty quick (and he was making pointed references to THEIR good looks and muscles, etc. oh, the drama!). Somehow she's made friends with a Myrdraal, her hidden protecter--who works for chocolate. Whee! In my mind I see her as someone with dark brown hair and brown eyes. Not pale, more olive skinned. On the shorter end of tall. Not dressed flamboyantly, but has wealth and probably appears to be maybe upper merchant class, or hell, she could possibly pass for low-ranking nobility.
We started out in Tel'aran'rhiod, the World of Dreams. So, with a bit of deft manipulation of said world, she carries a fair amound of wealth, as well as chocolate, and "necessities" which I left unspecified. At least one spare dress. :P And an overcoat. That's all I've got so far. Haven't thought of whether she has any other weapons beyond a knife. I haven't even decided if she has any weapon proficiency. I'll probably ask Matt if we're hammering out more stats and such.
It was fun to play and have backstory ideas come to me randomly. She started out as nothing. A nameless woman of unknowns. And they just began forming. It was great! And then, the honour of honours in my books: Matt asked if, whenever I visit in the States, we can play a WoT campaign with Andra and Derun'shael (a.k.a. the Stricken One a.k.a. Daryn) being NPCs. And that? That would be brilliant. I would love so much for the other players to meet these two... and then afterwards learn of their origins.

Fin.

Excellent timing, Aunt Flo. Just brilliant. *applauds*
/sarcasm

Fin.

Link of Satellite pictures taken before and after the tsunami hit. There are 14 pictures all together, quite amazing the destruction it caused.
click to see
I got Eileen to email me the link. We looked at those two or three nights ago. Bloody hell, is all I can say. Intense shit.

( A quiz result or two )

Talked with Eileen about food today. Like, the mere pleasure I take in eating meat pies, or lamb chops, or fish 'n chips (gods I really want some). But that's all foods she takes for granted, while I have barely had any of the like for about five years. Hell, even sausages are different (and better) here. I've missed the food the most. So far, it's only Iced Lattes I've missed from the States in the way of food, or in the case, beverages. Well... Cherry Coke as well.
My period is coming and I hate all the little symptoms. Haven't been too emotional, thankfully.

Fin.

It's too hot for period cramps. But the painkiller was nice.
'Twas a very lazy Sunday. I did get new jandals (the old ones died) and some more batteries for my discman. Lunch was some nice scones but I ended up not having very many because of the cramps.
When I came back from walking to Eileen's (I live here too, but it's her place) (I had to go there to deal with my period starting) they thought I looked rather ill. Probably was a combination of things including the fact it was so hot. Not that I'm complaining. It's been a whole week of nice weather. That is good. More is better.
So we went back to Eileens after dinner to watch the movie on tv--The Mexican. Partly because dad's tv is tiny and fussy, and his living room is cramped. Anyway, good movie, but what really got me excited...
LOST IS COMING TO NEW ZEALAND! *squees* And they looked at me funny for being so excited but EEEEE! LOST! YAY!
Am waiting for my laundry to be washed so I can hang it out on the line now.

Edit: quiz result! Am not overly surprised. Just look at the wings.

You scored as Autumn Fairy. You thrive in the autumn, walking down the trails of fallen leaves. The scent in the air makes you feel alive. </td> Autumn Fairy 71% Goddess of the Golden Dawn 62% Druid Fairy 54% Ethereal Priestess Fairy 48% Rose Thorn Fairy 46% Raven Fairy 42% Snow Fairy 38% Twilight Mistress Fairy 31% Pixie 27% Which Firefly-Path Fairy are you? created with QuizFarm.com

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