I have 'Naked broadband' (Broadband with no phoneline) being installed in the next 3-10 working days.
Going modem shopping with The Boy tomorrow morning.
I slept 13 hours the other night AFTER 7 cups of coffee during the day. I passed out about 8 hours after I woke up. Gonna go pass out again soon.
Going out to Whare Flat for the Folk Festival&New Year's eve tomorrow. {TMI Time. Skip rest of paragraph if you're a prude} I brought a lovely waterproof, fluro green, glow-in-the-dark vibrating cockring for Miles as an anniversary present. We're not married, so I figured 'Latex Subsititute' was as goos a replacement for leather as any. Hooooooo mama, the Leather things I could get him! ;D
See youse fullas next year. I'm gonna go get drunk and sexed! (Jaq brought me a Serenity comic for my birthday. Jayne Cobb is AWESOME!!)
Arohanui, Enoho ra!
~Vienn Peridot, 2010
Thursday, 30 December 2010
Sunday, 26 December 2010
FML
WARNING: MASSIVE POST
I’m going to have to do an update partially composed of bullet points. This way I can make sure I get down everything I’ve been itching to tell you (When I can have a coherent thought) and copy/paste it onto Blogger when my Internet decides to work. (The stars have to be in the right alignment and I have to make the correct sacrifices of virgin heifers to ensure 5mins of internet connection. It could take a while. It’s bloody hard to find unfucked cows in this place; we’re a sheep farming country. Australia seems to be best designed for beef)
Moments Of Strange:
~Yesterday it FINALLY rained. The temperature went from over 30* to 17* in the course of 90mins. (Convert it to Fahrenheit yourselves, you lazy bastards. I’m sure I’ve got a link to a converter in the toolbox on your left, so USE IT)
~There was a Lunar Eclipse. I missed it thanks to 5am wake ups. Stupid work!
~Tweedle Evil held the door open for me! WTF?!?! 9I was TERRIFIED) It seems she is currently hating Tweedle Dee, and so can’t hate me o.O
Moments of LOL:
~Gale force winds brought one of the letters of our store sign down, totalling some poor cunt’s car. Customers have actually COMPLAINED that the wrong letter came down. (Remove one of the vowels and the name of our store become fucking HYSTERICAL! The Critic photoshops this at least once a year)
~A tree got sick of being used to offset carbon dioxide and used the winds as an excuse to drop a branch onto a customer’s car. It smashed their windscreen and bounced off to hit the car beside it too XD
~WE have had to block off about half of the carparks with pallets since they are too close to trees. (Store Boss never gets them pruned, so they are dangerous despite their small stature) This is, of course, in the week before Christmas
Angry Moments:
~Taxi man taking the LONG WAY home when I did my big stocking-up flat shop. Bastard could have easily cost me $5 less!
~61kg on the scales after Miles’ massive Christmas dinner on Wednesday night. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!
~An Uncle told me on Christmas day I was looking slimmer and healthier than I did last year. He said that last time he saw me (Last Christmas) I looked, AND I QUOTE: ill. D: What the flying fuck was THAT about?? I know I was pale from being inside studying & working all the time, but did I really look like a terminally ill hippo? Shit, if I’m “slimmer” now, how bad was I then?
Moments of Aww:
~My illiterate BFF downstairs got help to write me a Christmas card, and SHE SPELT MY NAME RIGHT! :D
~A customer defended me to Tweedle Dee when I said I don’t celebrate Christmas and T.Dee got all up on my ass. She said her family doesn’t EITHER, since they are 80%Jehova’s Witnesses. I wanted to hug her!
~My niece came through work with her Grandma (My Mum is “Nan”) and got all bashful. It was so kyoot!
~Jaq’s German Shepherd buried one of her work shoes after she spilled the fat bucket on it one night. (The fat bucket is where we keep the fat that comes off the roast chickens until we can biff it in the skip. It’s even grosser than it sounds)
~Miles’ niece (Who is JUST barely walking) demanding goodbye cuddles from me on
Christmas Day ^.^
Awesome Moments:
~Shot of 36 year old scotch on Christmas day. FUCKING AY!!!!
~Got course confirmation papers for summer school in the mail. Does this mean I’m in????? I hope so!! I’ve been asking everyone at work who I KNOW is post-grad, but they aren’t sure either. I’m gonna hassle the SHIT outta the English department after New Years to find out. Wish me luck! I really want in. . .
Here is what I scrawled last night in the back of my original “Book of Thin” (I finally found it!!) while I was waiting for the washing machine to run. Man I felt like I was talking to myself, even though I knew I was going to write it all up on here. . .
So. Christmas. The ungodly socially-ordained bingefest forced upon us by Western Society every December.
This is how mine went:
Miles stayed over on Christmas Eve. We had the leftover pudding from his Christmas party/roast for dinner and watched Firefly. Lol, he tried to hide a dragon book in the cupboard, but I found it when I went to feed Miss Piddlebottom. (Dralion Fleabag McHungus-Piddlebottom)
I woke up to cuddles, residual onion breath and a pair of musical Steins!!! :D (They are prettifying my kitchen) Miles is the best guy in the ‘Verse! Dralion got a new toy *Sigh*, a new collar, and an as-yet-to-be-installed cat flap from me. She left me a pile of shit and a lake of urine behind the toilet. I rubbed her nose in it and made my bathroom ‘Orange Blossom’ fresh before we went to Dad’s Breakfast Fryup.
My parent’s place:
Fry-up breakfast. Cute niece, Grandpa milking the “I’m in a Rest Home” teat for all the sympathy he can get. Eat, eat, eat; drink, drink, eat.
Miles’ Mum’s place:
Roast dinner, noisy nephews, Secret Santa. Nonstop, uncontrollable hand-to-mouth all fucking day long. Eat, eat, eat, binge eat.
Highlights in the loot department (Coz we know it’s all about the GIMMIE!!!1!) were:
~Steins
~Lava Lamp from my youngest brother (It’s BLUE!)
~Knit-A-Ninja kit
~Folding umbrella
I tried to get an early night last night, since I seem to be recovering from the summer cold I caught after a sleep-in on Wednesday, (I overslept and woke up 10mins before I was supposed to clock in. Our AMAZING store SAM [Service&Admin Manager, or Slave And Muppet if you ask her] said they didn’t need me, so I went back to bed), but Dralion had other ideas.
Dralion came in while I was wishing Miles was there and wondering if I could be bothered masturbating. The little bitch just hopped up and squatted ON MY BED WHILE I WAS IN IT and let rip with a very full bladder on my nice, cozy bed.
I lost the early night with chasing the furry freak around and stripping my bed off & the first round of washing.
Work today was dead boring, and I got off early. Jaq talked me into buying the Barbie I wanted to get from the Warehouse. While I was trying to pose it with my Lollipop Dolls in my room (I’m so addicted to Lollipop Dolls, I nearly cried when the shop shut down) Dralion decided to piss on my bed AGAIN.
So. I have clean pillows. No clean duvets, my feather duvet is RUINED and piss soaked through to the mattress before I could get the bed stripped down. So much has been going wrong in the last few weeks, the past MONTH, even. I feel like every time I do something good, or enjoy something, or have fun, or treat myself (Like I did with the doll) I get punished. I guess I’m just not meant to be happy. I’m supposed to be miserable. Miles hasn’t texted me since yesterday, either. I don’t know why. I really need a hug.
I should be going to bed in an hour, but I’m washing my sheets instead. (0730am clock in tomorrow & Tuesday) Dralion’s litterbox is BACK in the bathroom. I was so looking forward to NOT having random bits of litter underfoot (I can’t STAND gritty floors), having a house that DOESN’T smell whenever she takes a crap and NOT spending upwards of $NZ7 a week on litter.
Dral was FINE until Christmas day. Jaq thinks something spooked her bad, but I have no idea what it could be.
-Next-door Neighbour’s terriers? She was FINE with them for several days
-Neighbours-In-Same-House dogsitting? Maybe. I don’t know the timeframe on that though
-Precious? HAH. She was trying to get out even AFTER Precious bailed her up that tree.
I just don’t know what I’m doing wrong. I have to forcibly shut her outside to make her go out and chase birds and explore and stuff.
Ok, time to see if my internet will let me post this. I’m so going to buy a modem and ring Xnet on Thursday when the pay goes through!
Much love,
~Tired, Piss-Soaked Peri
I’m going to have to do an update partially composed of bullet points. This way I can make sure I get down everything I’ve been itching to tell you (When I can have a coherent thought) and copy/paste it onto Blogger when my Internet decides to work. (The stars have to be in the right alignment and I have to make the correct sacrifices of virgin heifers to ensure 5mins of internet connection. It could take a while. It’s bloody hard to find unfucked cows in this place; we’re a sheep farming country. Australia seems to be best designed for beef)
Moments Of Strange:
~Yesterday it FINALLY rained. The temperature went from over 30* to 17* in the course of 90mins. (Convert it to Fahrenheit yourselves, you lazy bastards. I’m sure I’ve got a link to a converter in the toolbox on your left, so USE IT)
~There was a Lunar Eclipse. I missed it thanks to 5am wake ups. Stupid work!
~Tweedle Evil held the door open for me! WTF?!?! 9I was TERRIFIED) It seems she is currently hating Tweedle Dee, and so can’t hate me o.O
Moments of LOL:
~Gale force winds brought one of the letters of our store sign down, totalling some poor cunt’s car. Customers have actually COMPLAINED that the wrong letter came down. (Remove one of the vowels and the name of our store become fucking HYSTERICAL! The Critic photoshops this at least once a year)
~A tree got sick of being used to offset carbon dioxide and used the winds as an excuse to drop a branch onto a customer’s car. It smashed their windscreen and bounced off to hit the car beside it too XD
~WE have had to block off about half of the carparks with pallets since they are too close to trees. (Store Boss never gets them pruned, so they are dangerous despite their small stature) This is, of course, in the week before Christmas
Angry Moments:
~Taxi man taking the LONG WAY home when I did my big stocking-up flat shop. Bastard could have easily cost me $5 less!
~61kg on the scales after Miles’ massive Christmas dinner on Wednesday night. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!
~An Uncle told me on Christmas day I was looking slimmer and healthier than I did last year. He said that last time he saw me (Last Christmas) I looked, AND I QUOTE: ill. D: What the flying fuck was THAT about?? I know I was pale from being inside studying & working all the time, but did I really look like a terminally ill hippo? Shit, if I’m “slimmer” now, how bad was I then?
Moments of Aww:
~My illiterate BFF downstairs got help to write me a Christmas card, and SHE SPELT MY NAME RIGHT! :D
~A customer defended me to Tweedle Dee when I said I don’t celebrate Christmas and T.Dee got all up on my ass. She said her family doesn’t EITHER, since they are 80%Jehova’s Witnesses. I wanted to hug her!
~My niece came through work with her Grandma (My Mum is “Nan”) and got all bashful. It was so kyoot!
~Jaq’s German Shepherd buried one of her work shoes after she spilled the fat bucket on it one night. (The fat bucket is where we keep the fat that comes off the roast chickens until we can biff it in the skip. It’s even grosser than it sounds)
~Miles’ niece (Who is JUST barely walking) demanding goodbye cuddles from me on
Christmas Day ^.^
Awesome Moments:
~Shot of 36 year old scotch on Christmas day. FUCKING AY!!!!
~Got course confirmation papers for summer school in the mail. Does this mean I’m in????? I hope so!! I’ve been asking everyone at work who I KNOW is post-grad, but they aren’t sure either. I’m gonna hassle the SHIT outta the English department after New Years to find out. Wish me luck! I really want in. . .
Here is what I scrawled last night in the back of my original “Book of Thin” (I finally found it!!) while I was waiting for the washing machine to run. Man I felt like I was talking to myself, even though I knew I was going to write it all up on here. . .
So. Christmas. The ungodly socially-ordained bingefest forced upon us by Western Society every December.
This is how mine went:
Miles stayed over on Christmas Eve. We had the leftover pudding from his Christmas party/roast for dinner and watched Firefly. Lol, he tried to hide a dragon book in the cupboard, but I found it when I went to feed Miss Piddlebottom. (Dralion Fleabag McHungus-Piddlebottom)
I woke up to cuddles, residual onion breath and a pair of musical Steins!!! :D (They are prettifying my kitchen) Miles is the best guy in the ‘Verse! Dralion got a new toy *Sigh*, a new collar, and an as-yet-to-be-installed cat flap from me. She left me a pile of shit and a lake of urine behind the toilet. I rubbed her nose in it and made my bathroom ‘Orange Blossom’ fresh before we went to Dad’s Breakfast Fryup.
My parent’s place:
Fry-up breakfast. Cute niece, Grandpa milking the “I’m in a Rest Home” teat for all the sympathy he can get. Eat, eat, eat; drink, drink, eat.
Miles’ Mum’s place:
Roast dinner, noisy nephews, Secret Santa. Nonstop, uncontrollable hand-to-mouth all fucking day long. Eat, eat, eat, binge eat.
Highlights in the loot department (Coz we know it’s all about the GIMMIE!!!1!) were:
~Steins
~Lava Lamp from my youngest brother (It’s BLUE!)
~Knit-A-Ninja kit
~Folding umbrella
I tried to get an early night last night, since I seem to be recovering from the summer cold I caught after a sleep-in on Wednesday, (I overslept and woke up 10mins before I was supposed to clock in. Our AMAZING store SAM [Service&Admin Manager, or Slave And Muppet if you ask her] said they didn’t need me, so I went back to bed), but Dralion had other ideas.
Dralion came in while I was wishing Miles was there and wondering if I could be bothered masturbating. The little bitch just hopped up and squatted ON MY BED WHILE I WAS IN IT and let rip with a very full bladder on my nice, cozy bed.
I lost the early night with chasing the furry freak around and stripping my bed off & the first round of washing.
Work today was dead boring, and I got off early. Jaq talked me into buying the Barbie I wanted to get from the Warehouse. While I was trying to pose it with my Lollipop Dolls in my room (I’m so addicted to Lollipop Dolls, I nearly cried when the shop shut down) Dralion decided to piss on my bed AGAIN.
So. I have clean pillows. No clean duvets, my feather duvet is RUINED and piss soaked through to the mattress before I could get the bed stripped down. So much has been going wrong in the last few weeks, the past MONTH, even. I feel like every time I do something good, or enjoy something, or have fun, or treat myself (Like I did with the doll) I get punished. I guess I’m just not meant to be happy. I’m supposed to be miserable. Miles hasn’t texted me since yesterday, either. I don’t know why. I really need a hug.
I should be going to bed in an hour, but I’m washing my sheets instead. (0730am clock in tomorrow & Tuesday) Dralion’s litterbox is BACK in the bathroom. I was so looking forward to NOT having random bits of litter underfoot (I can’t STAND gritty floors), having a house that DOESN’T smell whenever she takes a crap and NOT spending upwards of $NZ7 a week on litter.
Dral was FINE until Christmas day. Jaq thinks something spooked her bad, but I have no idea what it could be.
-Next-door Neighbour’s terriers? She was FINE with them for several days
-Neighbours-In-Same-House dogsitting? Maybe. I don’t know the timeframe on that though
-Precious? HAH. She was trying to get out even AFTER Precious bailed her up that tree.
I just don’t know what I’m doing wrong. I have to forcibly shut her outside to make her go out and chase birds and explore and stuff.
Ok, time to see if my internet will let me post this. I’m so going to buy a modem and ring Xnet on Thursday when the pay goes through!
Much love,
~Tired, Piss-Soaked Peri
Thursday, 23 December 2010
*Sniff* *Sneeze*
I've managed to catch a cold in SUMMER. Man I have skills! *Facepalm* At least I've got some antihistamines so I know it's not hayfever making me sneeze like this!
There is a post sitting in Word waiting to be finished when I have brain powers restored by sleep ^.^
Dralion got her Christmas present early. I pulled the boards off the hole in the door, and I'm getting a cat flap to put in it tomorrow. She fucked off a few hours ago to explore. God I hope she doesn't get lost. I'm paranoid about that since Ink went missing up in Wakari.
I'm not sleeping much. A blonde harridan with clawlike hands and bad teeth shrieks at me when I try to sleep, and when I do nod off I dream of work.
Fun.
I hate this time of year. I've been bingeing nonstop for a week and have gained 3kg so far, despite working my ass off in grocery. Why does every single fucking department have to put on a morning tea or lunch for it's staff with MUFFINS and CAKE?? If I was Achilles then my heel would be a bloody bakery.
I need to go lie in the corner and feel miserable for a bit. Lol, at least right now there is a SOLID PHYSICAL REASON to feel like ass XD I may have a nice hot cup of tea and watch the Tim Minchin concerts The Boy gave me. Look his 9-minute beat poem up on youtube, it's called 'Storm' and it never fails to make me laugh. I can see so much of my 14-year-old self in it ^.^; (I'm NEVER getting a butterfly tattoo, FYI)
Insert your preferred holiday greeting here, I think I'll go lie in the sun.
~Peri
There is a post sitting in Word waiting to be finished when I have brain powers restored by sleep ^.^
Dralion got her Christmas present early. I pulled the boards off the hole in the door, and I'm getting a cat flap to put in it tomorrow. She fucked off a few hours ago to explore. God I hope she doesn't get lost. I'm paranoid about that since Ink went missing up in Wakari.
I'm not sleeping much. A blonde harridan with clawlike hands and bad teeth shrieks at me when I try to sleep, and when I do nod off I dream of work.
Fun.
I hate this time of year. I've been bingeing nonstop for a week and have gained 3kg so far, despite working my ass off in grocery. Why does every single fucking department have to put on a morning tea or lunch for it's staff with MUFFINS and CAKE?? If I was Achilles then my heel would be a bloody bakery.
I need to go lie in the corner and feel miserable for a bit. Lol, at least right now there is a SOLID PHYSICAL REASON to feel like ass XD I may have a nice hot cup of tea and watch the Tim Minchin concerts The Boy gave me. Look his 9-minute beat poem up on youtube, it's called 'Storm' and it never fails to make me laugh. I can see so much of my 14-year-old self in it ^.^; (I'm NEVER getting a butterfly tattoo, FYI)
Insert your preferred holiday greeting here, I think I'll go lie in the sun.
~Peri
*Sniff* *Sneeze*
I've managed to catch a cold in SUMMER. Man I have skills! *Facepalm* At least I've got some antihistamines so I know it's not hayfever making me sneeze like this!
There is a post sitting in Word waiting to be finished when I have brain powers restored by sleep ^.^
Dralion got her Christmas present early. I pulled the boards off the hole in the door, and I'm getting a cat flap to put in it tomorrow. She fucked off a few hours ago to explore. God I hope she doesn't get lost. I'm paranoid about that since Ink went missing up in Wakari.
I'm not sleeping much. A blonde harridan with clawlike hands and bad teeth shrieks at me when I try to sleep, and when I do nod off I dream of work.
Fun.
I hate this time of year. I've been bingeing nonstop for a week and have gained 3kg so far, despite working my ass off in grocery. Why does every single fucking department have to put on a morning tea or lunch for it's staff with MUFFINS and CAKE?? If I was Achilles then my heel would be a bloody bakery.
I need to go lie in the corner and feel miserable for a bit. Lol, at least right now there is a SOLID PHYSICAL REASON to feel like ass XD I may have a nice hot cup of tea and watch the Tim Minchin concerts The Boy gave me. Look his 9-minute beat poem up on youtube, it's called 'Storm' and it never fails to make me laugh. I can see so much of my 14-year-old self in it ^.^; (I'm NEVER getting a butterfly tattoo, FYI)
Insert your preferred holiday greeting here, I think I'll go lie in the sun.
~Peri
There is a post sitting in Word waiting to be finished when I have brain powers restored by sleep ^.^
Dralion got her Christmas present early. I pulled the boards off the hole in the door, and I'm getting a cat flap to put in it tomorrow. She fucked off a few hours ago to explore. God I hope she doesn't get lost. I'm paranoid about that since Ink went missing up in Wakari.
I'm not sleeping much. A blonde harridan with clawlike hands and bad teeth shrieks at me when I try to sleep, and when I do nod off I dream of work.
Fun.
I hate this time of year. I've been bingeing nonstop for a week and have gained 3kg so far, despite working my ass off in grocery. Why does every single fucking department have to put on a morning tea or lunch for it's staff with MUFFINS and CAKE?? If I was Achilles then my heel would be a bloody bakery.
I need to go lie in the corner and feel miserable for a bit. Lol, at least right now there is a SOLID PHYSICAL REASON to feel like ass XD I may have a nice hot cup of tea and watch the Tim Minchin concerts The Boy gave me. Look his 9-minute beat poem up on youtube, it's called 'Storm' and it never fails to make me laugh. I can see so much of my 14-year-old self in it ^.^; (I'm NEVER getting a butterfly tattoo, FYI)
Insert your preferred holiday greeting here, I think I'll go lie in the sun.
~Peri
Sunday, 19 December 2010
*Hits Keyboard Randomly*
It’s all sliding backwards and sideways. Away from me.
Have I died? Am I dead? Have I passed and not realised it, a ghost wandering in the living world, wondering where everyone is and why nobody sees me or speaks to me?
The end of the movie Silent Hill. That is my life. Wandering the empty house looking for the spouse that is not there. Is the house the ghost or am I? Am I a real human wandering in a ghostly world, or the spectral presence haunting the living?
“. . . and I function like I’m real, like a girl. But I hate it because I know it will go away. . .”
Nothing works for long. I guess I’m not crazy. I really am just malingering. Making it up, sooky la-la girl blowing shit out of proportion. “You have no guts” Need to take a teaspoon of concrete and harden the fuck up. I don’t cut, so I’m fine. I don’t binge&vomit so I’m fine. Ignore the potential liver damage, ignore the lost chunks of time and the memoires that slide away faster than I can make them.
Miles tells me stories of the early days of our relationship and I am blank. I cannot remember. Did they happen? I can’t remember the first time we kissed. This kills me inside. How can you know if something happened or not? For all I know the dreams I had two nights ago could be reality, and this a nightmare.
Please make it be a nightmare, please let me wake up. Please please please please. I don’t know how much longer I can take this. Everything and anything will work for a little while. I’ll end the treatment. They’ll ‘cure’ my ‘depression’ and shunt me out into the world again to deal with the people with REAL problems, those who are REALLY FUCKED UP. Stupid little Peri who makes shit up. Grow the hell up and stop wasting our resources, you turd.
I’m too scared to give in to this monster. I don’t want to end up in hospital. There IS no hospital here for people like me. There is no insurance company to pay for psychiatric treatment in New Zealand. You must rely on your family. I cannot rely on my family. I have only myself.
How can I keep trusting the system to save me from myself when it couldn’t even save me from my Mother? Then again, if it had ‘saved’ me from her, it would have probably shunted me straight into worse abuse, and maybe a little molestation on the side? At least I was smart enough to stay away from THOSE kinds of situations on my own.
Paranoia keeps me functioning. I feel like the boy who cried wolf. I can tell people I’m crazy until I’m blue in the face, but until I’m a 5-7 skeleton covered with scars they won’t believe me.
I came SO CLOSE to walking up to the head of the entire company (Not just God, but God’s Superior Officer in our corporate foodchain) and telling him to shove his fucking glazed hams up his ass. Anyone who can afford a $NZ200 glazed ham will NOT be shopping at our store, you dolt. They will be 2 blocks north at the ‘Upper Class’ supermarket. Do some goddamn research before you decide which products to stock!
The knives aren’t as tempting as they used to be. Too messy. When I get my script refilled I’ll have lots of lovely SSRIs on hand. . . Yummy. Knock ‘em back with my 18 year old scotch and seize while watching Tim Minchin. Now THAT’S the way to go! Die laughing, a happy chemical haze in my brain making me forget everything. All the bad things as well as the good. It seems pretty random what I’ve forgotten during each of my last umpteen attempts to poison myself with paracetamol. My resistance to that shit is unbelievable now. Packets! Watch her go, ladies and gentlemen! I give you the amazing Panadol Peri! 30 pills and she still stands! Two boxes and still she crawls into work!
Crazy? Who, me? 0.0
I guess if you have to tell people you are something, then you really aren’t.
Excuse me, I need to go find my cat. She has gone missing and I’m more than a little worried.
She was up a tree. The neighbour’s cat wasn’t letting her down. Beebe downstairs has decided I’m her new BFF, and visits me EVERY FUCKING DAY. Leave me alone. I’m working 6 days in a row during Christmas crazy shopping season so I’m feeling very antisocial. Where’s my goddamn vodka?
I really hope I can afford a modem next week so I can read your blogs and reply to the wonderful comments you've left me. I should give Miles a pile of cash and tell him to get me one at the boxing day sales, since I'm WORKING.
My niece is 3 tomorrow. I got her something for her zhu-zhu pet toy and a plastic tiara. I missed her party today because of WORK.
I thinks it is highly likely that the only thing I hate more than myself and rude people is my job. I need a new one with less customer contact.
Joyous Solstice to all. Have a blast.
~Peri
P.S. Dralion says 'Meeeeeeowwwwwwwwwwww. Weoooooooooooooooooooow!' I think she means "Feed me you useless bitch!'
Have I died? Am I dead? Have I passed and not realised it, a ghost wandering in the living world, wondering where everyone is and why nobody sees me or speaks to me?
The end of the movie Silent Hill. That is my life. Wandering the empty house looking for the spouse that is not there. Is the house the ghost or am I? Am I a real human wandering in a ghostly world, or the spectral presence haunting the living?
“. . . and I function like I’m real, like a girl. But I hate it because I know it will go away. . .”
Nothing works for long. I guess I’m not crazy. I really am just malingering. Making it up, sooky la-la girl blowing shit out of proportion. “You have no guts” Need to take a teaspoon of concrete and harden the fuck up. I don’t cut, so I’m fine. I don’t binge&vomit so I’m fine. Ignore the potential liver damage, ignore the lost chunks of time and the memoires that slide away faster than I can make them.
Miles tells me stories of the early days of our relationship and I am blank. I cannot remember. Did they happen? I can’t remember the first time we kissed. This kills me inside. How can you know if something happened or not? For all I know the dreams I had two nights ago could be reality, and this a nightmare.
Please make it be a nightmare, please let me wake up. Please please please please. I don’t know how much longer I can take this. Everything and anything will work for a little while. I’ll end the treatment. They’ll ‘cure’ my ‘depression’ and shunt me out into the world again to deal with the people with REAL problems, those who are REALLY FUCKED UP. Stupid little Peri who makes shit up. Grow the hell up and stop wasting our resources, you turd.
I’m too scared to give in to this monster. I don’t want to end up in hospital. There IS no hospital here for people like me. There is no insurance company to pay for psychiatric treatment in New Zealand. You must rely on your family. I cannot rely on my family. I have only myself.
How can I keep trusting the system to save me from myself when it couldn’t even save me from my Mother? Then again, if it had ‘saved’ me from her, it would have probably shunted me straight into worse abuse, and maybe a little molestation on the side? At least I was smart enough to stay away from THOSE kinds of situations on my own.
Paranoia keeps me functioning. I feel like the boy who cried wolf. I can tell people I’m crazy until I’m blue in the face, but until I’m a 5-7 skeleton covered with scars they won’t believe me.
I came SO CLOSE to walking up to the head of the entire company (Not just God, but God’s Superior Officer in our corporate foodchain) and telling him to shove his fucking glazed hams up his ass. Anyone who can afford a $NZ200 glazed ham will NOT be shopping at our store, you dolt. They will be 2 blocks north at the ‘Upper Class’ supermarket. Do some goddamn research before you decide which products to stock!
The knives aren’t as tempting as they used to be. Too messy. When I get my script refilled I’ll have lots of lovely SSRIs on hand. . . Yummy. Knock ‘em back with my 18 year old scotch and seize while watching Tim Minchin. Now THAT’S the way to go! Die laughing, a happy chemical haze in my brain making me forget everything. All the bad things as well as the good. It seems pretty random what I’ve forgotten during each of my last umpteen attempts to poison myself with paracetamol. My resistance to that shit is unbelievable now. Packets! Watch her go, ladies and gentlemen! I give you the amazing Panadol Peri! 30 pills and she still stands! Two boxes and still she crawls into work!
Crazy? Who, me? 0.0
I guess if you have to tell people you are something, then you really aren’t.
Excuse me, I need to go find my cat. She has gone missing and I’m more than a little worried.
She was up a tree. The neighbour’s cat wasn’t letting her down. Beebe downstairs has decided I’m her new BFF, and visits me EVERY FUCKING DAY. Leave me alone. I’m working 6 days in a row during Christmas crazy shopping season so I’m feeling very antisocial. Where’s my goddamn vodka?
I really hope I can afford a modem next week so I can read your blogs and reply to the wonderful comments you've left me. I should give Miles a pile of cash and tell him to get me one at the boxing day sales, since I'm WORKING.
My niece is 3 tomorrow. I got her something for her zhu-zhu pet toy and a plastic tiara. I missed her party today because of WORK.
I thinks it is highly likely that the only thing I hate more than myself and rude people is my job. I need a new one with less customer contact.
Joyous Solstice to all. Have a blast.
~Peri
P.S. Dralion says 'Meeeeeeowwwwwwwwwwww. Weoooooooooooooooooooow!' I think she means "Feed me you useless bitch!'
Friday, 17 December 2010
Slow, Erratic Internet Makes Peri Something Something. . .
My internet is very slow and erratic. I’ve gotten wireless broadband with UniFone, and my GOD it’s horrendous! Better than nothing, I guess. I need to get a cat flap to stick in the hole in the front door before I get a modem. The neighbour downstairs told me the planks screwed on the door cover a hole where a cat flap used to be. SCORE! :D
The roof is fixed! Miles is amazing. Simply amazing. The landlord attempted to fix it with some roofing tape (The old-fashioned kind that turns into a sticky fiberglass mess) but he only got one of the holes *Facepalm* Today has been the first day since I moved in that I wasn’t in terror of the rain. It was great!
Since blogger is taking so DAMN LONG to load, I’m not going to be able to read blogs for a while. This pisses me off no end. I’m going slowly crazier alone here; I can’t go out my bedroom door for social interaction anymore. I forgot what it was like last time. I need your words, I need to be able to open a browser window and see that my friends are all still alive, that me and Dralion aren’t the only living beings in the world. Well, us and the bastard in the adjoining building who plays something with REALLY LOUD BASS every sodding night at 10pm.
Leaving the house is scary. Where will I go? What will I do? Will I like it? What if someone sees me? What if I have to talk to someone I don’t like? Too much. Christmas shopping crowds are fucking SCARY. I don’t like the people.
I have 3 extra shifts in grocery next week. Busting my butt 0700-1530 putting shit on shelves for the ravenous masses. It should help me burn some serious calories and slow the inevitable slide into the rabbit hole and/or extreme dottiness. I need to dig up my WRAP. It’s somewhere. Check on the self care parts and try to find the willpower to NOT hermit in my Aerie with Firefly and Sims 2. Problem is; Knitting Group has finished for the year, so has Circus Club, and Games Night is done forever when my mates move their family up to Scooby’s new job in Christchurch in the Airport tower next month.
Bloody hell, hows THIS for an interesting challenge? Potty Peri’s attempts to be sane. It’s gonna be a HOOT.
Heres what I wrote last Saturday. Ya know, the shit I left behind when I posted from Mums. DAMMIT I wanna read your blogs SO BAD. Stupid slow internet. I’ll just go ice this sodding chocolate cake for work instead. Love you!
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Ok, I’m sitting here in my new lounge on Saturday night with my cousin and Miles watching Pirates of the Caribbean. I’ve been up for, um, a fucking loooooong time. Nearly 15 hours of a few hours sleep? Meh, enough whining. I’d better put together a semi-coherent account of the EPIC FUCKING MISSION of the last few days so I can upload it to Blogger on Monday. (Or Sunday if I’m really fucking lucky) Fuck I miss you guys! :’(
Sooooooo. Day-by-day? Ok. Impose some sort of logical framework and see if it will beat anything sensible out of my brain.
Thursday:
Last morning living with Wal and Dolly. Lol, it was sooo funny watching Dolly’s puzzlement when she tried to watch TV after I unplugged the Freeview decoder. I’m kinda paying for all the schadenfreuder now, but I’ll get to that.
We got the move done in 3 trips! :D How’s that for epic organisation skills? Two trips in Miles’ van with Miles and The Boy helping to haul boxes, and then one trip with the van and my brother’s work truck.
Holy crap, I just realised that this is the THIRD time I’ve moved this year. Blimey, I’ve nearly got it down to a fine art or something. I could totally whore myself out as a flat moving planner or something o.O
Mum’s mates and my Brother put my bed together, got the furniture into place and had a session on the porch while I unpacked the kitchen. I’m kinda territorial about that shit, you know? ;) Mum and The Boy stayed and helped unpack, and Mum even made my bed! :O Wtf?!?
Friday:
My bed half collapsed when I went to bed on Thursday night, so the first thing I did on Friday when I woke up was rip the bloody thing to pieces and rebuild it PROPERLY. *Facepalm* I spent pretty much the whole day unpacking, I think. (Fuzzy memory and all that)
I tried to do a load of washing and discovered that the cold water tap to the washing machine sprays water like an incontinent elephant *Shudders* The sink unit looks like it’s shifted out from the wall a bit in the earthquake, so it needs a good line of gap sealant along the back. Miles jammed a bit of silicon sealant along the worst bit, so I can get the fucking food stains washed out of the couch at some point next week without flooding out the people below me.
I hung out with Miles for a bit. He was up all Thursday night helping a local bloke make a movie called ‘Ghost TV’, so we napped at his place, then came back to mine to sleep.
Saturday:
Miles gave me a ride to work, so I was on time for work for the first time in FOR-FUCKING-EVER!! Work was hell, as usual. People calling in sick, people Christmas shopping, baldhy blahdy blah.
My uncle was in a head-on collision on Friday night/Saturday morning. He’s in hospital unable to walk and pissing blood, so it’s a damn good thing I was already supposed to look after my cousin tonight. I took Sunday off work in case my Aunt needs to be in at the hospital with him, so I can keep the cussie here and bake and play magic and shit.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck, onto WHAT, exactly, is making me regret being so gleeful about depriving Wal and Dolly of certain small comforts like decent frying pans and clear TV reception.
Today I got home from work to discover Dralion has been pissing in the corner under the window. Why has she been doing this, especially when she is generally well behaved and uses her litterbox?
WELL.
Last night it bucketed down with rain. I didn’t think much of it, all cuddled up with Miles in my nice warm NOT COLLAPSED bed listening to it hit the roof. The weather shouldn’t matter too much if you don’t need washing dried or you have a roof over your head, right?
Yeah. The roof over my head turned out to be the problem.
It appears that the roof in the corner of the lounge leaks like a sodding SIEVE. It drizzled while my cousin and I went up the hill to fetch a pail of water – Some pet smell neutralising spray and ice cream– and when we got home I discovered that it was leaking quite steadily on to my chair.
I now have a nice collection of pots, pans and measuring jugs under the main leaks in case it rains again tonight. The carpet is liberally doused with the de-pissifying spray (Baking soda & water just didn’t cut it) and my poor chair is dismantled and the various parts drying off. Sigh.
Miles, being the awesome bloke that he is, went all DIY Circus Ninja and climbed through and over the roof to figure out WTF was going on. Turns out there is a hole, and he can fix it fairly easily since he has had to fix the exact same problem on his own house. I texted the Landlord (Lol, he’s a prison officer at the Milton Hilton (Milton Hilton= Local nickname for the Milton Prison, a stupidly plush jaol)) He rang me when he finished work, and is gonna turn up tomorrow to have a look at it.
OH OH OH, another piece from the hellish week, and another reason why Miles is the BEST THIGN EVER!!!!!
When I moved in, I flicked the hot water cylinder on, as you do. By that night there was still no hot water, so I assumed it was slow to heat. Friday morning, still no dice, so I figured I had the switch around the wrong way. (They’re all over the bloody place in this house. I shit you not! Oh yeah, I’ve only got 2 working ones in the kitchen. It was a fucking nightmare sorting out which ones worked and which ones didn’t)
Friday night, still no hot water, so I went around to Mum’s place to bum a shower. I LOVE solar hot water! Amazing heat and the pressure is like God Itself is pissing on you from somewhere beyond the moon. (Can you tell I LOVE being clean?) She suggested the fuse might be blown, and she was right. Miles fixed it up with some wire of the proper ampage *Facewalls in Landlord’s general direction* and tonight. . . OMGWTFBBQHOTWATERYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!1!
Mum gave me Nana’s Christmas tree and her box of decorations. I’m debating whether or not to set it up. I mean, I haven’t done more than shove things in the general direction of where they’re supposed to go! I’ve got a week with no extra shifts, so I guess I can spend that sorting out the place and going to the gym, since I didn’t go last week thanks to work and packing.
~Peri
The roof is fixed! Miles is amazing. Simply amazing. The landlord attempted to fix it with some roofing tape (The old-fashioned kind that turns into a sticky fiberglass mess) but he only got one of the holes *Facepalm* Today has been the first day since I moved in that I wasn’t in terror of the rain. It was great!
Since blogger is taking so DAMN LONG to load, I’m not going to be able to read blogs for a while. This pisses me off no end. I’m going slowly crazier alone here; I can’t go out my bedroom door for social interaction anymore. I forgot what it was like last time. I need your words, I need to be able to open a browser window and see that my friends are all still alive, that me and Dralion aren’t the only living beings in the world. Well, us and the bastard in the adjoining building who plays something with REALLY LOUD BASS every sodding night at 10pm.
Leaving the house is scary. Where will I go? What will I do? Will I like it? What if someone sees me? What if I have to talk to someone I don’t like? Too much. Christmas shopping crowds are fucking SCARY. I don’t like the people.
I have 3 extra shifts in grocery next week. Busting my butt 0700-1530 putting shit on shelves for the ravenous masses. It should help me burn some serious calories and slow the inevitable slide into the rabbit hole and/or extreme dottiness. I need to dig up my WRAP. It’s somewhere. Check on the self care parts and try to find the willpower to NOT hermit in my Aerie with Firefly and Sims 2. Problem is; Knitting Group has finished for the year, so has Circus Club, and Games Night is done forever when my mates move their family up to Scooby’s new job in Christchurch in the Airport tower next month.
Bloody hell, hows THIS for an interesting challenge? Potty Peri’s attempts to be sane. It’s gonna be a HOOT.
Heres what I wrote last Saturday. Ya know, the shit I left behind when I posted from Mums. DAMMIT I wanna read your blogs SO BAD. Stupid slow internet. I’ll just go ice this sodding chocolate cake for work instead. Love you!
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Ok, I’m sitting here in my new lounge on Saturday night with my cousin and Miles watching Pirates of the Caribbean. I’ve been up for, um, a fucking loooooong time. Nearly 15 hours of a few hours sleep? Meh, enough whining. I’d better put together a semi-coherent account of the EPIC FUCKING MISSION of the last few days so I can upload it to Blogger on Monday. (Or Sunday if I’m really fucking lucky) Fuck I miss you guys! :’(
Sooooooo. Day-by-day? Ok. Impose some sort of logical framework and see if it will beat anything sensible out of my brain.
Thursday:
Last morning living with Wal and Dolly. Lol, it was sooo funny watching Dolly’s puzzlement when she tried to watch TV after I unplugged the Freeview decoder. I’m kinda paying for all the schadenfreuder now, but I’ll get to that.
We got the move done in 3 trips! :D How’s that for epic organisation skills? Two trips in Miles’ van with Miles and The Boy helping to haul boxes, and then one trip with the van and my brother’s work truck.
Holy crap, I just realised that this is the THIRD time I’ve moved this year. Blimey, I’ve nearly got it down to a fine art or something. I could totally whore myself out as a flat moving planner or something o.O
Mum’s mates and my Brother put my bed together, got the furniture into place and had a session on the porch while I unpacked the kitchen. I’m kinda territorial about that shit, you know? ;) Mum and The Boy stayed and helped unpack, and Mum even made my bed! :O Wtf?!?
Friday:
My bed half collapsed when I went to bed on Thursday night, so the first thing I did on Friday when I woke up was rip the bloody thing to pieces and rebuild it PROPERLY. *Facepalm* I spent pretty much the whole day unpacking, I think. (Fuzzy memory and all that)
I tried to do a load of washing and discovered that the cold water tap to the washing machine sprays water like an incontinent elephant *Shudders* The sink unit looks like it’s shifted out from the wall a bit in the earthquake, so it needs a good line of gap sealant along the back. Miles jammed a bit of silicon sealant along the worst bit, so I can get the fucking food stains washed out of the couch at some point next week without flooding out the people below me.
I hung out with Miles for a bit. He was up all Thursday night helping a local bloke make a movie called ‘Ghost TV’, so we napped at his place, then came back to mine to sleep.
Saturday:
Miles gave me a ride to work, so I was on time for work for the first time in FOR-FUCKING-EVER!! Work was hell, as usual. People calling in sick, people Christmas shopping, baldhy blahdy blah.
My uncle was in a head-on collision on Friday night/Saturday morning. He’s in hospital unable to walk and pissing blood, so it’s a damn good thing I was already supposed to look after my cousin tonight. I took Sunday off work in case my Aunt needs to be in at the hospital with him, so I can keep the cussie here and bake and play magic and shit.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck, onto WHAT, exactly, is making me regret being so gleeful about depriving Wal and Dolly of certain small comforts like decent frying pans and clear TV reception.
Today I got home from work to discover Dralion has been pissing in the corner under the window. Why has she been doing this, especially when she is generally well behaved and uses her litterbox?
WELL.
Last night it bucketed down with rain. I didn’t think much of it, all cuddled up with Miles in my nice warm NOT COLLAPSED bed listening to it hit the roof. The weather shouldn’t matter too much if you don’t need washing dried or you have a roof over your head, right?
Yeah. The roof over my head turned out to be the problem.
It appears that the roof in the corner of the lounge leaks like a sodding SIEVE. It drizzled while my cousin and I went up the hill to fetch a pail of water – Some pet smell neutralising spray and ice cream– and when we got home I discovered that it was leaking quite steadily on to my chair.
I now have a nice collection of pots, pans and measuring jugs under the main leaks in case it rains again tonight. The carpet is liberally doused with the de-pissifying spray (Baking soda & water just didn’t cut it) and my poor chair is dismantled and the various parts drying off. Sigh.
Miles, being the awesome bloke that he is, went all DIY Circus Ninja and climbed through and over the roof to figure out WTF was going on. Turns out there is a hole, and he can fix it fairly easily since he has had to fix the exact same problem on his own house. I texted the Landlord (Lol, he’s a prison officer at the Milton Hilton (Milton Hilton= Local nickname for the Milton Prison, a stupidly plush jaol)) He rang me when he finished work, and is gonna turn up tomorrow to have a look at it.
OH OH OH, another piece from the hellish week, and another reason why Miles is the BEST THIGN EVER!!!!!
When I moved in, I flicked the hot water cylinder on, as you do. By that night there was still no hot water, so I assumed it was slow to heat. Friday morning, still no dice, so I figured I had the switch around the wrong way. (They’re all over the bloody place in this house. I shit you not! Oh yeah, I’ve only got 2 working ones in the kitchen. It was a fucking nightmare sorting out which ones worked and which ones didn’t)
Friday night, still no hot water, so I went around to Mum’s place to bum a shower. I LOVE solar hot water! Amazing heat and the pressure is like God Itself is pissing on you from somewhere beyond the moon. (Can you tell I LOVE being clean?) She suggested the fuse might be blown, and she was right. Miles fixed it up with some wire of the proper ampage *Facewalls in Landlord’s general direction* and tonight. . . OMGWTFBBQHOTWATERYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!1!
Mum gave me Nana’s Christmas tree and her box of decorations. I’m debating whether or not to set it up. I mean, I haven’t done more than shove things in the general direction of where they’re supposed to go! I’ve got a week with no extra shifts, so I guess I can spend that sorting out the place and going to the gym, since I didn’t go last week thanks to work and packing.
~Peri
Wednesday, 15 December 2010
Dashing Through The, Um, Rain Showers? AND BLOGGER
Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! I miss you all so much! I'm currently stealing time at Mum's on the internet. I have a post all written out but it's at home. Sigh. It'll be edited and up at some point in the future.
There has been no END to the missions and dramas involved in getting settled into my new place. I'm gonna have internet by the end of next week. Then there will be EPIC coffee-fueled blog reading sessions ^.^
I've met all the neighbours, unpacked and discovered that the roof leaks like a fucking SIEVE right in the corner of the lounge. I told the landlord I'd get a builder (Miles) to fix it and take it out of the rent. (Miles has had to fix the same problem before, so he's got it all under control. My man is a fucking LEGEND.)
Until that is fixed, I'm being serenaded by the sound of water dripping into my collection of pots and bowls. It's been raining pretty much every day. Yay summer?
I nearly cried when I saw all the comments. I miss you all so damn much! I swear I'm turning into some creepy spaced-out weirdo all alone in this place. I need some damn INTERACTION people! D: Lets see is I'm desperate enough to try UniFone for internet. . . XD I probably am!
I'd better wipe Mum's browser history and be on my merry way to the shops to price up modems.
LOTS AND LOTS OF SOPPY CONTACT-DEPRIVED LOVE!!
~Peri
There has been no END to the missions and dramas involved in getting settled into my new place. I'm gonna have internet by the end of next week. Then there will be EPIC coffee-fueled blog reading sessions ^.^
I've met all the neighbours, unpacked and discovered that the roof leaks like a fucking SIEVE right in the corner of the lounge. I told the landlord I'd get a builder (Miles) to fix it and take it out of the rent. (Miles has had to fix the same problem before, so he's got it all under control. My man is a fucking LEGEND.)
Until that is fixed, I'm being serenaded by the sound of water dripping into my collection of pots and bowls. It's been raining pretty much every day. Yay summer?
I nearly cried when I saw all the comments. I miss you all so damn much! I swear I'm turning into some creepy spaced-out weirdo all alone in this place. I need some damn INTERACTION people! D: Lets see is I'm desperate enough to try UniFone for internet. . . XD I probably am!
I'd better wipe Mum's browser history and be on my merry way to the shops to price up modems.
LOTS AND LOTS OF SOPPY CONTACT-DEPRIVED LOVE!!
~Peri
Thursday, 9 December 2010
Bubi Vlog
FUCK I NEED COFFEH!!!!!!!!1!
GIMMEH COFFEE NAO OR FAE MU HULK WRATH!!!!!1!
See you guys in the library on Monday. Fun times lie ahead. . .
FUCK! COFFEE!
Arohanui,
~Peri
Monday, 6 December 2010
Bowled Over
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck, 200 followers?? I'm like these ducklings:
Blown away.
I'm moving into my epic solo aerie on Thursday. Whiteware&washing machine included, north-facing (Sun ALL YEAR), microwave, 10min walk to town, Town Belt RIGHT OUT MAH WINDOW for viewing pleasure. It's so green right now! I'm gonna definitely spend a lot of time before Summer School taking walks in it. Who knows? I may even take up running!
I managed to score an extra 12 hours this working week, since Jaq's Nana died and she has the funeral to attend. But since work is far too unreliable, I faced facts and applied for the BEST SUMMER SCHOOL PAPER EVER INVENTED. Which also happens to be one that my KAOS mate, the English PhD, is guest lecturing for.
Wow, I had a metaphorical dunking in ice water when I updated my contact details on the University website.
I'm on Conditional Enrollment.
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Oh holy fuck! I failed too many papers last year, it seems. I'm so excited about the Summer School paper I enrolled for, I hope I'm still allowed to do it! I've never been excited about a paper before, EVER. This shit is BIG!!
I've enrolled for University, applied for my Student Loan, made a deal with T.McDeliboy to split the extra shifts in half. He works the portion with Tweedle Evil, and I work the afternoon/evening portion so he can spend quality time with his Missus when she finishes work. I'm still not looking forward to actually going to work, though. I hate that place and it's inept management SO FUCKING MUCH!!
Example:
Yesterday was the Santa Parade. It started 2 hours later than usual this year, so it finished when Seafood Boss was doing stocktake. (Sunday 4-6 we run Deli and Seafood with 3 people)
When the Santa parade finished, the Seafood Guy was in the middle of his stocktake and we had the 5pm cook of chickens to wrap and put in the hot case. It was a no-go. They got an extra 30mins of roasting coz we were swamped by the inevitable tsunami of customers following the finish of the parade. T.McDeliboy was on his half an hour break at the time, so it was Jaq and I trying to handle the unhappy hordes and their shrieking crotchspawn.
*Collapses and dies*
Today Mum did the AMAZING thing of giving me enough cash to cover the rent here with Wal and Dolly for the rest of my lease contract. It seems that they have only just started thinking about maybe looking for someone to fill my room. *Facepalm* Meh, that is their problem. I'm stuffing things into boxes since the big move is at 5pm Thursday. I'm out of boxes right now, hence the low-quality blogging I'm inflicting on you :p
Oooooh, wanna hear the note Mum wrote the Flatmates?
"Here's Peri's rent for next 3 weeks. Hope this makes you happy. Certainly doesn't make me happy to think that friends can make a friend move out of a flat at this time of year and add so much extra stress on a person"
Her exact words, with added punctuation. I giggled like a hysterical Bugs Bunny on the inside when I read it. Not sure if I should give it to them or not. (I mean the note! I sure as hell have to give them the money. Fucking contractual obligations)
Dralion knows we're moving. She has been hopping in and out of boxes, trying to destroy them (She expresses her artistic side by shredding ANYTHING made of mulched&processed trees. . .) and nomming on newspaper I'm trying to use to wrap up my kitchen stuff *Sigh* She's gonna LOVE the first few days at the new place, with all the paper and boxes she'll have to play with. I'm thinking of using the boxes to build a fucking cardboard CASTLE in my living room. Drawbridge and everything. Coz I fucking CAN.
I'm not event thinking about my weight right now. I know I'm eating too much but it'll all be off again by January. I'm planning some SERIOUSLY FUCKED UP ED times in the Aerie. I'm such a fucking idiot, but somehow I need it. Spoiling myself by renting Wasting Away on Journeyman Pictures for a week, even though I don't have a week. I don't care, I've watched pretty much everything in English on YouTube already.
Shit, I'd better go and reply to the the assload of comments you've spoiled me with over the last few days :3 You make me feel so loved! I'll hold that feeling up against the stress of the coming week. Bank tomorrow, power company on Wednesday. One thing at a time.
First: Commenting
Second: Knitting and Doco
OUS!!
~Peri
Blown away.
I'm moving into my epic solo aerie on Thursday. Whiteware&washing machine included, north-facing (Sun ALL YEAR), microwave, 10min walk to town, Town Belt RIGHT OUT MAH WINDOW for viewing pleasure. It's so green right now! I'm gonna definitely spend a lot of time before Summer School taking walks in it. Who knows? I may even take up running!
I managed to score an extra 12 hours this working week, since Jaq's Nana died and she has the funeral to attend. But since work is far too unreliable, I faced facts and applied for the BEST SUMMER SCHOOL PAPER EVER INVENTED. Which also happens to be one that my KAOS mate, the English PhD, is guest lecturing for.
Wow, I had a metaphorical dunking in ice water when I updated my contact details on the University website.
I'm on Conditional Enrollment.
D:
D: D:
D: D: D: D: D: D: D:
Oh holy fuck! I failed too many papers last year, it seems. I'm so excited about the Summer School paper I enrolled for, I hope I'm still allowed to do it! I've never been excited about a paper before, EVER. This shit is BIG!!
I've enrolled for University, applied for my Student Loan, made a deal with T.McDeliboy to split the extra shifts in half. He works the portion with Tweedle Evil, and I work the afternoon/evening portion so he can spend quality time with his Missus when she finishes work. I'm still not looking forward to actually going to work, though. I hate that place and it's inept management SO FUCKING MUCH!!
Example:
Yesterday was the Santa Parade. It started 2 hours later than usual this year, so it finished when Seafood Boss was doing stocktake. (Sunday 4-6 we run Deli and Seafood with 3 people)
When the Santa parade finished, the Seafood Guy was in the middle of his stocktake and we had the 5pm cook of chickens to wrap and put in the hot case. It was a no-go. They got an extra 30mins of roasting coz we were swamped by the inevitable tsunami of customers following the finish of the parade. T.McDeliboy was on his half an hour break at the time, so it was Jaq and I trying to handle the unhappy hordes and their shrieking crotchspawn.
*Collapses and dies*
Today Mum did the AMAZING thing of giving me enough cash to cover the rent here with Wal and Dolly for the rest of my lease contract. It seems that they have only just started thinking about maybe looking for someone to fill my room. *Facepalm* Meh, that is their problem. I'm stuffing things into boxes since the big move is at 5pm Thursday. I'm out of boxes right now, hence the low-quality blogging I'm inflicting on you :p
Oooooh, wanna hear the note Mum wrote the Flatmates?
"Here's Peri's rent for next 3 weeks. Hope this makes you happy. Certainly doesn't make me happy to think that friends can make a friend move out of a flat at this time of year and add so much extra stress on a person"
Her exact words, with added punctuation. I giggled like a hysterical Bugs Bunny on the inside when I read it. Not sure if I should give it to them or not. (I mean the note! I sure as hell have to give them the money. Fucking contractual obligations)
Dralion knows we're moving. She has been hopping in and out of boxes, trying to destroy them (She expresses her artistic side by shredding ANYTHING made of mulched&processed trees. . .) and nomming on newspaper I'm trying to use to wrap up my kitchen stuff *Sigh* She's gonna LOVE the first few days at the new place, with all the paper and boxes she'll have to play with. I'm thinking of using the boxes to build a fucking cardboard CASTLE in my living room. Drawbridge and everything. Coz I fucking CAN.
I'm not event thinking about my weight right now. I know I'm eating too much but it'll all be off again by January. I'm planning some SERIOUSLY FUCKED UP ED times in the Aerie. I'm such a fucking idiot, but somehow I need it. Spoiling myself by renting Wasting Away on Journeyman Pictures for a week, even though I don't have a week. I don't care, I've watched pretty much everything in English on YouTube already.
Shit, I'd better go and reply to the the assload of comments you've spoiled me with over the last few days :3 You make me feel so loved! I'll hold that feeling up against the stress of the coming week. Bank tomorrow, power company on Wednesday. One thing at a time.
First: Commenting
Second: Knitting and Doco
OUS!!
~Peri
Saturday, 4 December 2010
*Vomits Words Into Screen Through Fingers*
Hooooookay, I'm being a Cunty McCunterson and not posting, commenting OR replying to comments. I am, however, reading and keeping myself up to date. This is training for the next few weeks cooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooz *Looks down and drags toe through dirt*
I HAVE A FUCKING FLAT, BITCHEZ!!!!!!! :D WOOOYEAAAAAAH!!!
It's a midget little one-bedroom suntrap two blocks down from my old place of 3 years ago. It's 2/3rds of the way up one of the BIGGEST arsehole hills in Dunedin. (If you've ever been here, you'll have a fair idea of how bad this is.) My kitchen/lounge window looks out over the town belt, so green and pretty with lovely Kereru flying around like the half-cut fighter pilots they are.
So, time for the bad news.
I move out of here with Wal and Dolly NEXT WEEK.
This means 4 weeks of paying doublke rent (145 for new place and 95 for this :x)
This also means NO internet at home until I'm back at Uni and mooching off the government (I'm "Mooching" if you listen to the Nats. Bunch of half-educated wankstains, I'm borrowing against my future income and investing in my human capital. Shove THAT in your highball and scull it.)
You guys ARE my life line and no mistake. My insulin, my pacemaker, my dialysis machine, my fucking oxygen tent. The thought of being without easy contact with our crazy little corner of the intertubes scares me senseless. Shut all by myself in a 3 room (4 if you count the hallway) aerie with no contact with the world besides my cellphone scares me senseless. What if I go mental again?? I remember downing sleeping pills with whiskey and setting a timed text to ask someone to come rescue my bird. I couldn't handle that level of bonkers again without SERIOUSLY fucking myself up.
So, that my lovelies, calls for a PLAN. A PLAN of SUPER-NINJA KEEP PERI SANE WHILE BEING VERY STRESSED AND POOR AWESOMENESS.
For internet and contact with you amazing crazy superpeople, I'm gonna be trotting down to the University or Public Library pretty much daily to read your blogs. I can write any entries bitching about boxes, unpacking and cunty hills at home and upload them via the beautiful copy/paste tools. For facebook and free meals I'll go harass my parents and walk their dog or something. (He had his first 'Westie' cut. Poor little bastard looks like a walking mop. Bloody West Highland Terrier fashion needs another looking at >.<)
If Dolly and Wal can convince some poor hobo to move in with them, SWEET! I'll have my bond back and be free of rent obligations. However, I can't count on this even if Dolly can convince a legless donkey to go for a walk. (That girl is going to be DEADLY in politics. She'l already got her political flip-flop technique down pat.)
So, right. The REST of the financial situation.
I swallowed my pride and went to the parentals. I have years of vague guilt built up there, so they have helped me get the place, especially since it will be one I can easily afford on my own once I'm back in the unhallowed halls of Otago University for 2011.
Therein, as it is said, lies the dilemma.
In order to get back on MY two feet again ASAP in a financial sense I'd need to go to Summer School. This starts in january, giving me a very short time of brain resting in between the last lot of exams and a damn loooooong time of study. I run the risk of developing an extreme case of the "Don't give a fuck"s and bombing papers AGAIN.
This also means I miss what essentially is a month of quality Miles time, since the theater where he works is shut in January. We haven't seen much of each other in the weeks before and after his audition for Circo Arts, since I had exams and right now is busy season at the Fortune with the last play of the year.
So you can see why I'm not too keen on summer school then.
I should be OK when I'm not paying double rent ($NZ145+$NZ95), but it means that this month my savings will be wiped (Not that there was much in there) and I'll strain the parental grace to the limit and beyond. GAH, GIMMIE MY COURSE COSTS NOW!!! Do I even need to say that binging will be totally out of the question? I'm gonna have nothing to do while Miles is at work but unpack, do crafts, whore free WiFi and train. Bitch is gonna be ripped!
I've heard that there are tonnes of shifts going in checkouts and produce atm. I may sweet talk the checkout boss and see what I can get, or go fish up some produce training. That should help get me through December, at least. Oh god, the Checkout system has changed so much in the last 2 years I'll need to be re-trained. I'm pretty sure they wiped my login from the system when I moved to the Deli, since they got told that Awesome Deli Boss is in more dire need of staff than Checkouts and they couldn't call me over when they get busy.
Summer school or no summer school. I'd kinda been counting on having a few more weeks here to put money aside, but if I hadn't signed yesterday someone else would have gotten it. I'll squeal about my awesome solo pad another day, I think I've nearly written you a novel by now.
I am really reluctant to take on extra shifts right now. If I do, I won't be going to summer school. HELL NO! I've learned my limits, kthnx. Lol, I was so close to slapping people with ham hocks today and it was my first day back!
Fuck, I need to sit down and talk to my parents before Dad fucks off up to ChCh again. Can I get some input from you guys on this situation? I can't see the woods for the trees at the moment. I've lost sight of the bigger picture in worries about boxes, and whose forks are whose, and how we're gonna do this bloody move thing.
You guys have a better perspective on this than I do right now. Halp? 0.0
~Peri
I HAVE A FUCKING FLAT, BITCHEZ!!!!!!! :D WOOOYEAAAAAAH!!!
It's a midget little one-bedroom suntrap two blocks down from my old place of 3 years ago. It's 2/3rds of the way up one of the BIGGEST arsehole hills in Dunedin. (If you've ever been here, you'll have a fair idea of how bad this is.) My kitchen/lounge window looks out over the town belt, so green and pretty with lovely Kereru flying around like the half-cut fighter pilots they are.
So, time for the bad news.
I move out of here with Wal and Dolly NEXT WEEK.
This means 4 weeks of paying doublke rent (145 for new place and 95 for this :x)
This also means NO internet at home until I'm back at Uni and mooching off the government (I'm "Mooching" if you listen to the Nats. Bunch of half-educated wankstains, I'm borrowing against my future income and investing in my human capital. Shove THAT in your highball and scull it.)
You guys ARE my life line and no mistake. My insulin, my pacemaker, my dialysis machine, my fucking oxygen tent. The thought of being without easy contact with our crazy little corner of the intertubes scares me senseless. Shut all by myself in a 3 room (4 if you count the hallway) aerie with no contact with the world besides my cellphone scares me senseless. What if I go mental again?? I remember downing sleeping pills with whiskey and setting a timed text to ask someone to come rescue my bird. I couldn't handle that level of bonkers again without SERIOUSLY fucking myself up.
So, that my lovelies, calls for a PLAN. A PLAN of SUPER-NINJA KEEP PERI SANE WHILE BEING VERY STRESSED AND POOR AWESOMENESS.
For internet and contact with you amazing crazy superpeople, I'm gonna be trotting down to the University or Public Library pretty much daily to read your blogs. I can write any entries bitching about boxes, unpacking and cunty hills at home and upload them via the beautiful copy/paste tools. For facebook and free meals I'll go harass my parents and walk their dog or something. (He had his first 'Westie' cut. Poor little bastard looks like a walking mop. Bloody West Highland Terrier fashion needs another looking at >.<)
If Dolly and Wal can convince some poor hobo to move in with them, SWEET! I'll have my bond back and be free of rent obligations. However, I can't count on this even if Dolly can convince a legless donkey to go for a walk. (That girl is going to be DEADLY in politics. She'l already got her political flip-flop technique down pat.)
So, right. The REST of the financial situation.
I swallowed my pride and went to the parentals. I have years of vague guilt built up there, so they have helped me get the place, especially since it will be one I can easily afford on my own once I'm back in the unhallowed halls of Otago University for 2011.
Therein, as it is said, lies the dilemma.
In order to get back on MY two feet again ASAP in a financial sense I'd need to go to Summer School. This starts in january, giving me a very short time of brain resting in between the last lot of exams and a damn loooooong time of study. I run the risk of developing an extreme case of the "Don't give a fuck"s and bombing papers AGAIN.
This also means I miss what essentially is a month of quality Miles time, since the theater where he works is shut in January. We haven't seen much of each other in the weeks before and after his audition for Circo Arts, since I had exams and right now is busy season at the Fortune with the last play of the year.
So you can see why I'm not too keen on summer school then.
I should be OK when I'm not paying double rent ($NZ145+$NZ95), but it means that this month my savings will be wiped (Not that there was much in there) and I'll strain the parental grace to the limit and beyond. GAH, GIMMIE MY COURSE COSTS NOW!!! Do I even need to say that binging will be totally out of the question? I'm gonna have nothing to do while Miles is at work but unpack, do crafts, whore free WiFi and train. Bitch is gonna be ripped!
I've heard that there are tonnes of shifts going in checkouts and produce atm. I may sweet talk the checkout boss and see what I can get, or go fish up some produce training. That should help get me through December, at least. Oh god, the Checkout system has changed so much in the last 2 years I'll need to be re-trained. I'm pretty sure they wiped my login from the system when I moved to the Deli, since they got told that Awesome Deli Boss is in more dire need of staff than Checkouts and they couldn't call me over when they get busy.
Summer school or no summer school. I'd kinda been counting on having a few more weeks here to put money aside, but if I hadn't signed yesterday someone else would have gotten it. I'll squeal about my awesome solo pad another day, I think I've nearly written you a novel by now.
I am really reluctant to take on extra shifts right now. If I do, I won't be going to summer school. HELL NO! I've learned my limits, kthnx. Lol, I was so close to slapping people with ham hocks today and it was my first day back!
Fuck, I need to sit down and talk to my parents before Dad fucks off up to ChCh again. Can I get some input from you guys on this situation? I can't see the woods for the trees at the moment. I've lost sight of the bigger picture in worries about boxes, and whose forks are whose, and how we're gonna do this bloody move thing.
You guys have a better perspective on this than I do right now. Halp? 0.0
~Peri
Wednesday, 1 December 2010
Vlog #2
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. I hate flat hunting. I have a bunch of people to ring tonight and I wanna pussy out so bad. Too bad it's not an option, hey?
I'm having massive stress-caused zit breakouts. So not fun to be wearing my face right now. Can I borrow yours?
OYEA - That is 'Dun' as in the colour, not 'done'
Time to ponce off and do the dishes before Dolly gets home and makes a fuckton more D:
<3
~Peri
Tuesday, 30 November 2010
Fuck, This Needs A Title
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGH, WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY LINE BREAKS?!?!?!?!
No Vlog, since Wal has decided to be a bum and get food vouchers from WINZ instead of going to his job. *Sigh*
I'm in survival mode, I think. Didn't sleep much last night so I nearly drive into the back of a couple of cars on my way home from the gym this morning (Oops, point taken)
Thank you for the words of support and reminders on my post last night. This is an excellent way to get away from Dolly's shit and a house that reeks of cigarette smoke each morning. (The landlords are under the impression that Wal and Dolly smoke outside. Not so.) I don't smoke, because the earliest memories are of watching the first person to show me love die a slow and painful death caused by his addiction. The smell of cigarette smoke brings back memories of this time and later ones of Mum's violence when she couldn't get enough weed.
DO NOT try to tell me that all pot smokers are harmless pacifists. Generalizations are false by their very nature.
I'm looking at places, trying to find over the holidays, starting to pack. Lol, the atmosphere here is really awkward. They aren't talking to me and I'm not making an effort to be social. Just lining up tasks and knocking them over like cans in a coconut shy.
I'm making a list of things to not forget, like my vaccum cleaner, broom, garden equipment, kitchen gear etc. Lol, they'd better have a plan in place to get the things they'll need after I move out. Things to do, necessary tasks for moving house. Fuck, there is no way I can afford the bond on a new place atm.
I don't think I'll be able to continue my plan of being off my meds by the new year. One big adjustment at a time, kthnx. Lol, Miles is all pissed in my defense. To borrow some of his words, it is very uncool of them to tell me I have to move out with such little notice. Especially when it has been implied that we would all be staying here next year while Dolly goes to Australia for her Dad's remarriage and I finish up University.
Oh fuck me.
I don't know how well I'd be able to handle moving in to a place with a bunch of randoms who already have cliques sorted out (Essentially what happened here) and getting used to a bunch of new people AND taking on a bigger course-load in order to GTFO of Otago.
I'm contemplating packing in on University and getting a fulltime job and living by myself in a $160/week place in St.Kilda. Single bedroom, carport and pets ok. Part of a complex, though. Last place I lived in like that the people above me had screaming fights a la my parents every single fucking day.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
Just taking things one thing at a time. Breaking it down, doing the first thing first, then the next and the next after that. Just hoping that things will fall into place and I'm not homeless or sleeping on someone's couch.
I'd rather live at the tip than move back in with my parents. I'd rather pull my own teeth out and eat chili powder with salt water for afters than go back there.
Speaking of which, I'd better ring them and see if I can borrow the trailer in the middle of January. This is going to be a fun conversation. (I love sarcasm! Oh, and irony. We mustn't forget irony!)
I've collected enough cans to take to the scrap metal yard that I might be able to afford the paper and some diet coke tomorrow. I'll check the classified for flats and flatmates for next year.
"Quiet, relatively tidy female student with a penchant for the circus and a torbie cat seeks flat for 2011. Comes with motorbike, lounge suite and a sever case of misanthropy. Can be bribed to sew and knit for a reward. Beware barely controlled mental illness and early morning shifts on weekends."
Roku, here are my teddies:
I'm so tired. Dreading ringing the parents. I hate having to rely on them for shit like the trailer. I know they'll never come through. Fuck.
~Peri
No Vlog, since Wal has decided to be a bum and get food vouchers from WINZ instead of going to his job. *Sigh*
I'm in survival mode, I think. Didn't sleep much last night so I nearly drive into the back of a couple of cars on my way home from the gym this morning (Oops, point taken)
Thank you for the words of support and reminders on my post last night. This is an excellent way to get away from Dolly's shit and a house that reeks of cigarette smoke each morning. (The landlords are under the impression that Wal and Dolly smoke outside. Not so.) I don't smoke, because the earliest memories are of watching the first person to show me love die a slow and painful death caused by his addiction. The smell of cigarette smoke brings back memories of this time and later ones of Mum's violence when she couldn't get enough weed.
DO NOT try to tell me that all pot smokers are harmless pacifists. Generalizations are false by their very nature.
I'm looking at places, trying to find over the holidays, starting to pack. Lol, the atmosphere here is really awkward. They aren't talking to me and I'm not making an effort to be social. Just lining up tasks and knocking them over like cans in a coconut shy.
I'm making a list of things to not forget, like my vaccum cleaner, broom, garden equipment, kitchen gear etc. Lol, they'd better have a plan in place to get the things they'll need after I move out. Things to do, necessary tasks for moving house. Fuck, there is no way I can afford the bond on a new place atm.
I don't think I'll be able to continue my plan of being off my meds by the new year. One big adjustment at a time, kthnx. Lol, Miles is all pissed in my defense. To borrow some of his words, it is very uncool of them to tell me I have to move out with such little notice. Especially when it has been implied that we would all be staying here next year while Dolly goes to Australia for her Dad's remarriage and I finish up University.
Oh fuck me.
I don't know how well I'd be able to handle moving in to a place with a bunch of randoms who already have cliques sorted out (Essentially what happened here) and getting used to a bunch of new people AND taking on a bigger course-load in order to GTFO of Otago.
I'm contemplating packing in on University and getting a fulltime job and living by myself in a $160/week place in St.Kilda. Single bedroom, carport and pets ok. Part of a complex, though. Last place I lived in like that the people above me had screaming fights a la my parents every single fucking day.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
Just taking things one thing at a time. Breaking it down, doing the first thing first, then the next and the next after that. Just hoping that things will fall into place and I'm not homeless or sleeping on someone's couch.
I'd rather live at the tip than move back in with my parents. I'd rather pull my own teeth out and eat chili powder with salt water for afters than go back there.
Speaking of which, I'd better ring them and see if I can borrow the trailer in the middle of January. This is going to be a fun conversation. (I love sarcasm! Oh, and irony. We mustn't forget irony!)
I've collected enough cans to take to the scrap metal yard that I might be able to afford the paper and some diet coke tomorrow. I'll check the classified for flats and flatmates for next year.
"Quiet, relatively tidy female student with a penchant for the circus and a torbie cat seeks flat for 2011. Comes with motorbike, lounge suite and a sever case of misanthropy. Can be bribed to sew and knit for a reward. Beware barely controlled mental illness and early morning shifts on weekends."
Roku, here are my teddies:
I'm so tired. Dreading ringing the parents. I hate having to rely on them for shit like the trailer. I know they'll never come through. Fuck.
~Peri
Monday, 29 November 2010
*Sideswipe*
Yeah, this has been a while in coming, but it could have been handled one hell of a lot better.
We had a 'Flat Talk' the first and only such one to pretty much kick me out, or have me "volunteer" to move. Lol, Dolly seems to think that we have (or had) any sort of friendship worth saving.
Basically it seems like we were going to degenerate into bitchfighting instead of taking the mature apporach and talking it out, and she and Wal have more in common with each other. Whatever.
I have until the 16th of January to find a place. FUCK THATS A LOT OF TIME!! Please not that we are a student town, and nobody is back until late January/early February.
I'm looking at TradeMe listings (Can't afford to buy the paper, especially since I now have to fork out bond and shit in the middle of my financial dry spell), and there nothing I can afford by myself or will let me have pets. I really don't think I can handle getting to know a bunch of strangers in my last year of study.
I'm not going to pretend that this doesn't hurt and isn't triggering the hell out of me. I want to cry and cut and scream and vomit and starve and take pills until it all goes away. Until I go away. Until this hideous lump of flesh and useless waste of space are no more than fertilizer. I have me 'Emergency Playlist' on. I've started packing already.
Fuck, I wanted to be OFF my medication by the end of the year. What a time to be supposedly sane and finished with counselling!
I will survive, I hope. I've been through far worse than this.
Hmmmm, they've (Dolly in specific) said they will be super nice to make it easy for me, since there is no nice way to do this. Please don't insult my intelligence by pretending to enjoy my company when you have just told me it is my company you detest so much! I honestly wondered why she was being so nice to me when she got home from work. (By nice, I mean taking her shitty after-work mood to her room instead of picking a fight and asking how my day was.)
I've got the gym early in the morning so I'd better scoot to bed with my iPod.
This is the newest addition to my Help/Emergency playlist:
http://www.jonathanmannmusic.com/track/song-a-day-anthem
This guy does a song a day. You can find him on YouTube, some of his shit is hysterical!
If the flatmates fuck off to work tomorrow night I'll Vlog and have a cry to you guys or something. Since you seemed to like the accent and all that.
Fuck, I packed my teddies.
Hmmm, I wonder how much I'd make as a stripper if I got into shape? That would sort my money worries!
Oh fuck it. I'll sleep and sort it out in the morning.
~Peri
We had a 'Flat Talk' the first and only such one to pretty much kick me out, or have me "volunteer" to move. Lol, Dolly seems to think that we have (or had) any sort of friendship worth saving.
Basically it seems like we were going to degenerate into bitchfighting instead of taking the mature apporach and talking it out, and she and Wal have more in common with each other. Whatever.
I have until the 16th of January to find a place. FUCK THATS A LOT OF TIME!! Please not that we are a student town, and nobody is back until late January/early February.
I'm looking at TradeMe listings (Can't afford to buy the paper, especially since I now have to fork out bond and shit in the middle of my financial dry spell), and there nothing I can afford by myself or will let me have pets. I really don't think I can handle getting to know a bunch of strangers in my last year of study.
I'm not going to pretend that this doesn't hurt and isn't triggering the hell out of me. I want to cry and cut and scream and vomit and starve and take pills until it all goes away. Until I go away. Until this hideous lump of flesh and useless waste of space are no more than fertilizer. I have me 'Emergency Playlist' on. I've started packing already.
Fuck, I wanted to be OFF my medication by the end of the year. What a time to be supposedly sane and finished with counselling!
I will survive, I hope. I've been through far worse than this.
Hmmmm, they've (Dolly in specific) said they will be super nice to make it easy for me, since there is no nice way to do this. Please don't insult my intelligence by pretending to enjoy my company when you have just told me it is my company you detest so much! I honestly wondered why she was being so nice to me when she got home from work. (By nice, I mean taking her shitty after-work mood to her room instead of picking a fight and asking how my day was.)
I've got the gym early in the morning so I'd better scoot to bed with my iPod.
This is the newest addition to my Help/Emergency playlist:
http://www.jonathanmannmusic.com/track/song-a-day-anthem
This guy does a song a day. You can find him on YouTube, some of his shit is hysterical!
If the flatmates fuck off to work tomorrow night I'll Vlog and have a cry to you guys or something. Since you seemed to like the accent and all that.
Fuck, I packed my teddies.
Hmmm, I wonder how much I'd make as a stripper if I got into shape? That would sort my money worries!
Oh fuck it. I'll sleep and sort it out in the morning.
~Peri
Beach Triiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip!
Miles and I went to the beach yesterday before he had to go to work. I hadn't seen him since we got back from ChCh last week, so I felt kind bad by taking my camera (and hence all you guys) along. But I did get some nice photos of him juggling at Second beach for him to use in a portfolio of some sort. Lol, he got some video of me playing with my devilsticks and poi too.
This is gonna be pretty fucking picture intensive, so brace yourselves!
Miles juggling on the St.Clair Esplanade, with the Hot Salt Water Pool in the background:
HIIIII SALIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIX!!!!
(Looking east over the south pacific)
Miles juggling again:
Pretty flowers and trees and stuff:
The track around to the point. The beach is on the left (The only boulder beach on the Otago coastline) and the cliff right ahead leads up to Larnarch's Castle, I think.
Here you can see second beach, with St.Clair and Middle Beach in the background. You can also see (left to right) Mt.Cargill, Signal Hill and the peninsula.
Miles climbed a rock
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So hot, so cute, so funny and crazy enough to date me!
Ah luffles mah milez!
Waves coming through the tiny arch in the end of the headland
Incipient arch and stacks
Water and kelp
I've been a lazy bitch today, so there is no interesting news. I went to the gym, did my washing and sneezed like a fucking machinegun. A PLAGUE ON THE POLLEN AND ALL IT'S HOUSES! Or, rather, A PLAGUE ON MY FAULTY GENETIC STOCK! There, thats better!
'Scuse me. I'm going to go suck on ice cubes in the corner and sulk. Stupid heat, stupid hayfever, stupid calorific ice cream. *Pouts*
~Peri
This is gonna be pretty fucking picture intensive, so brace yourselves!
Miles juggling on the St.Clair Esplanade, with the Hot Salt Water Pool in the background:
HIIIII SALIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIX!!!!
(Looking east over the south pacific)
Miles juggling again:
Pretty flowers and trees and stuff:
The track around to the point. The beach is on the left (The only boulder beach on the Otago coastline) and the cliff right ahead leads up to Larnarch's Castle, I think.
Here you can see second beach, with St.Clair and Middle Beach in the background. You can also see (left to right) Mt.Cargill, Signal Hill and the peninsula.
Miles climbed a rock
So hot, so cute, so funny and crazy enough to date me!
Ah luffles mah milez!
Waves coming through the tiny arch in the end of the headland
Incipient arch and stacks
Water and kelp
I've been a lazy bitch today, so there is no interesting news. I went to the gym, did my washing and sneezed like a fucking machinegun. A PLAGUE ON THE POLLEN AND ALL IT'S HOUSES! Or, rather, A PLAGUE ON MY FAULTY GENETIC STOCK! There, thats better!
'Scuse me. I'm going to go suck on ice cubes in the corner and sulk. Stupid heat, stupid hayfever, stupid calorific ice cream. *Pouts*
~Peri
Sunday, 28 November 2010
TIME FOR EMERGENCY VODKA
That. Was. HORRENDOUS. Can I put a paper bag on my head? PLEASE?
Mmmmm, vodka&coke zero and a whole tray of ice cubes.
Christopher, I was gonna wear my big fluffy 'Debu Neko' coat just to screw with you, but its REALLY FUCKING HOT today, so no disco. Next time, maybe :p
Now, MOAR VODKA. Because everything is alright with enough vodka. Even spazzy-as-hell weird mini Vlogs with no point to them.
Right? 0.0
xoxoxoxoxo
~Peri
Saturday, 27 November 2010
-Insert Coolness Here-
I'm considering jumping on the Vlog bandwagon. What do you think? The idea of being my VERY OWN TV STAR is tempting. Hell, I might see what I can do with this webcam thingie. (I'm not very good with technology.)
I just had a random thought: Wouldn't it be nice to be a mermaid? I'd get to keep my rack and hair but trade in my thighs for a lovely muscled fishtail! Ugh, knowing me I'd end up with one of those stumpy useless goldfish tails.
If I was a centaur I wouldn't mind a draft horse body. Clydesdales and Shires are two of the breeds on my Top 20 All-Time Favourite Breeds like for horses. (Horses get 20, Cats and Dogs 10 each)
Pretty pony:
~Peri, Closet Clydesdale Fangirl
I just had a random thought: Wouldn't it be nice to be a mermaid? I'd get to keep my rack and hair but trade in my thighs for a lovely muscled fishtail! Ugh, knowing me I'd end up with one of those stumpy useless goldfish tails.
If I was a centaur I wouldn't mind a draft horse body. Clydesdales and Shires are two of the breeds on my Top 20 All-Time Favourite Breeds like for horses. (Horses get 20, Cats and Dogs 10 each)
Pretty pony:
~Peri, Closet Clydesdale Fangirl
Friday, 26 November 2010
TMI, Coz I Love You.
I love you so much I want to scar you horribly with far far too much information of a ranter intimate nature.
Some of the bites I got at Circulation are turning bad. Hot and swelling and yellow with venom. Once again I am reeking of Bepanthen. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck I am so sick of itching!!
Oh yeah, time to grace you with too much information regarding my lady bits.
Due to a confluence of circumstances and physical exhaustion I developed a case of vaginal thrush at Circulation. Read: Dehydration, antihistamines, getting grubby, unsanitary loos, getting physically run down, acidity changes just before Irma and lots of *Ahem* friction when I was pissed and therefore not as wet as usual.
I told Miles, as the silly bitch at the pharmacy wouldn't give me tablets and gave me the fucking cream that eats thrush bacteria for breakfast and looooooooooooves condom latex for dessert. So no sex until the little bird has flown. (You shouldn't anyway, but you know me. Naughty naughty Peri.)
Sweet Lady's tits, if I hear one more joke or pun about thrushes I'm gonna scream and bite something. I love that boy to bits but this is the WORST form of cruel and unusual punishment since he and Jaq held my arms down and deliberately said shit that made me NEED to facepalm.
In other news, I went to a knitting circle on Wednesday which I LOVED to bits. So going back. There was a woman from Slovakia who was so thin I couldn't believe it. She brought a block of chocolate, ate 2 squares of it and had 1, maybe 2 of the oatmeal raisin bikkies my friend brought. I had 3 bikkies and a cup of coffee, which was my lunch and afternoon snack. (Me? Obsessed? Maybe a little. . .) She was knitting socks of the most AMAZING hand-dyed alpaca wool I've ever seen.
I feel like such a freak. I'm looking forward to learning how to knit socks!
Lol, I just frightened the living daylights out of the cat thats been coming in to steal Dralion's food. I'm gonna go watch one more episode of Firefly then go to bed.
Sweet dreams!
~Peri
Some of the bites I got at Circulation are turning bad. Hot and swelling and yellow with venom. Once again I am reeking of Bepanthen. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck I am so sick of itching!!
Oh yeah, time to grace you with too much information regarding my lady bits.
Due to a confluence of circumstances and physical exhaustion I developed a case of vaginal thrush at Circulation. Read: Dehydration, antihistamines, getting grubby, unsanitary loos, getting physically run down, acidity changes just before Irma and lots of *Ahem* friction when I was pissed and therefore not as wet as usual.
I told Miles, as the silly bitch at the pharmacy wouldn't give me tablets and gave me the fucking cream that eats thrush bacteria for breakfast and looooooooooooves condom latex for dessert. So no sex until the little bird has flown. (You shouldn't anyway, but you know me. Naughty naughty Peri.)
Sweet Lady's tits, if I hear one more joke or pun about thrushes I'm gonna scream and bite something. I love that boy to bits but this is the WORST form of cruel and unusual punishment since he and Jaq held my arms down and deliberately said shit that made me NEED to facepalm.
In other news, I went to a knitting circle on Wednesday which I LOVED to bits. So going back. There was a woman from Slovakia who was so thin I couldn't believe it. She brought a block of chocolate, ate 2 squares of it and had 1, maybe 2 of the oatmeal raisin bikkies my friend brought. I had 3 bikkies and a cup of coffee, which was my lunch and afternoon snack. (Me? Obsessed? Maybe a little. . .) She was knitting socks of the most AMAZING hand-dyed alpaca wool I've ever seen.
I feel like such a freak. I'm looking forward to learning how to knit socks!
Lol, I just frightened the living daylights out of the cat thats been coming in to steal Dralion's food. I'm gonna go watch one more episode of Firefly then go to bed.
Sweet dreams!
~Peri
Wednesday, 24 November 2010
Not A Happy Camper
I've been a colossal fucking IDIOT, but we'll get to that in good time.
How's THAT for a shameless hook at the start of a long and boring post? Yup I'm being an attention whore. GIMME ATTENTION! NAO! MOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!1!
Yeah, enough of that. You can tell the brain is melting.
Shiiiiiiiiiiit the trip to ChCh was a mission. The battery light cam on in the van at Palmerston, and Miles got it looked at at a garage near Timaru. He said it was probably the alternator, and swe shouldn't head on north but turn around and go back to Dunners.
Naaaaaaaaaaah, she'll be right!
We took the ring road out past the airport to avoid the city center, and the battery died. We drove on the main motorway all around the outside of ChCh in the dark with NO LIGHTS and helpful bastards flashign their hibeams at us, blinding Miles and making a dangerous situation worse.
I got us off the motorway at the wrong exit, but we had to GTFO of there or we would have been pasted and poor Kate (The van) totalled. We waited for Grandad tocome find us on the main road of Kaiapoi and lead us in to their place.
God, I wanted to vom so bad! Yelling into my busted, dying cell phone in a noisy, busted van and trying to relay directions into the deaf ear of my half-deaf BF in the drivers seat. Fun times!
Grandad was excited, though. We had essentially driven a massive toy into his front yard for him to play with. While Miles went to his audition yesterday morning, I knitted and talked with Nana.C. while Grandad got elbow deep in Kate (LOLZ) with a shiny new second hand alternator and clip and fixed it up.
Miles came back from the audition in Nana's car to fish and chips I'd bought him and a fixed van and a billion cups of tea. He hadn't done much work on thr routine, and he said it bombed. He stood on the spot flipping tricks in time to the music, only moving to chase dropped clubs. Ouch.
We find out before Christmas whether or not he got in. Part of me doesn't want to lose him and hopes he didn't make this year (I'm a bitch, and I know long distance doesn't work) and part of me wants him to fuck off and do what he loves so I can focus on being miserable and getting thin. Wrong wrong wrong, but he is the reason why I'm trying to be sane and I'm getting sick of fighting.
Silly me didn't take meds with me, as you already know. I'm still headachy and have crook guyts fromt hat and the sheer AMOUNT of shitty junk food I've been eating. Road trips are always a reason to fucking binge. Oh look, cookie time factory! Oh look, petrol station time for PIES! It's Oamaru, lets stop at Maccas. There's the Tea Pot Inn! Time for coffee and a slice and chips and FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!!
I've given up on NaNo for this year. I worked out how I want it to end, then came back and say I'd be going over 4k a day to finish PLUS it's The Boy's (Remember him?) Bday tomorrow. I've said FUCK IT I'll finish it over the next year and put it on Scribed, then work out next year's in advance. By, say, NOT missing over half the available writing time by being out of town or studying for exams.
Dammit, I feel gross and headachy and tired. I can feel the rabbit hole opening up under me and it's my own fault and I don't care. I want to lash out and rip someone to bits. Hayfever+ withdrawals don't make me a happy person. So pissed off right now.
Gonna go tidy my room and exercise.
~Peri
How's THAT for a shameless hook at the start of a long and boring post? Yup I'm being an attention whore. GIMME ATTENTION! NAO! MOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!1!
Yeah, enough of that. You can tell the brain is melting.
Shiiiiiiiiiiit the trip to ChCh was a mission. The battery light cam on in the van at Palmerston, and Miles got it looked at at a garage near Timaru. He said it was probably the alternator, and swe shouldn't head on north but turn around and go back to Dunners.
Naaaaaaaaaaah, she'll be right!
We took the ring road out past the airport to avoid the city center, and the battery died. We drove on the main motorway all around the outside of ChCh in the dark with NO LIGHTS and helpful bastards flashign their hibeams at us, blinding Miles and making a dangerous situation worse.
I got us off the motorway at the wrong exit, but we had to GTFO of there or we would have been pasted and poor Kate (The van) totalled. We waited for Grandad tocome find us on the main road of Kaiapoi and lead us in to their place.
God, I wanted to vom so bad! Yelling into my busted, dying cell phone in a noisy, busted van and trying to relay directions into the deaf ear of my half-deaf BF in the drivers seat. Fun times!
Grandad was excited, though. We had essentially driven a massive toy into his front yard for him to play with. While Miles went to his audition yesterday morning, I knitted and talked with Nana.C. while Grandad got elbow deep in Kate (LOLZ) with a shiny new second hand alternator and clip and fixed it up.
Miles came back from the audition in Nana's car to fish and chips I'd bought him and a fixed van and a billion cups of tea. He hadn't done much work on thr routine, and he said it bombed. He stood on the spot flipping tricks in time to the music, only moving to chase dropped clubs. Ouch.
We find out before Christmas whether or not he got in. Part of me doesn't want to lose him and hopes he didn't make this year (I'm a bitch, and I know long distance doesn't work) and part of me wants him to fuck off and do what he loves so I can focus on being miserable and getting thin. Wrong wrong wrong, but he is the reason why I'm trying to be sane and I'm getting sick of fighting.
Silly me didn't take meds with me, as you already know. I'm still headachy and have crook guyts fromt hat and the sheer AMOUNT of shitty junk food I've been eating. Road trips are always a reason to fucking binge. Oh look, cookie time factory! Oh look, petrol station time for PIES! It's Oamaru, lets stop at Maccas. There's the Tea Pot Inn! Time for coffee and a slice and chips and FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!!
I've given up on NaNo for this year. I worked out how I want it to end, then came back and say I'd be going over 4k a day to finish PLUS it's The Boy's (Remember him?) Bday tomorrow. I've said FUCK IT I'll finish it over the next year and put it on Scribed, then work out next year's in advance. By, say, NOT missing over half the available writing time by being out of town or studying for exams.
Dammit, I feel gross and headachy and tired. I can feel the rabbit hole opening up under me and it's my own fault and I don't care. I want to lash out and rip someone to bits. Hayfever+ withdrawals don't make me a happy person. So pissed off right now.
Gonna go tidy my room and exercise.
~Peri
Tuesday, 23 November 2010
Uuuuggggghhhhhh. . .
I forgot my meds, so withdrawls or the funky tap water from the Timaru BP station hit me about 2 hours ago. NOT FUN!!
You know those photos I promised? Yeah, didn't happen. I'll explain tomorrow.
Here is the only picture of me I know about from Circulation. The chick with the black shorts and highly Flammable hoodie with her back to the camera. How can my legs and arse look so bad and my arms so good??
Ok, sleep now, gym tomorrow.
<3
~Peri
You know those photos I promised? Yeah, didn't happen. I'll explain tomorrow.
Here is the only picture of me I know about from Circulation. The chick with the black shorts and highly Flammable hoodie with her back to the camera. How can my legs and arse look so bad and my arms so good??
Ok, sleep now, gym tomorrow.
<3
~Peri
Monday, 22 November 2010
3,2,1! Ready Or Not. . .
. . . Here I come Christchurch!
It's Miles' Circo Arts audition tomorrow, so I'm bumming a ride up off him to go hand out with Nana and toddle about Chch.
Expect photos, but none of my fat arse.
Drunken pizza binge Saturday night after Kate's funeral, and my niece insisted on "Donalds" after swimming lessons this morning. *Facedesk*
I now have togs! Black with 'Tummy controller'. I fucking need it!
Lol, everyone turned up to the after-funeral piss up with a different bottle of spirits, and Miles' uncle started making everyone Jager bombs. I think I'm going to get on with these people really well ;)
Time to go check the battering in my camera and track down my knitting bag for the trip! See you on Wednesday!
~Peri
It's Miles' Circo Arts audition tomorrow, so I'm bumming a ride up off him to go hand out with Nana and toddle about Chch.
Expect photos, but none of my fat arse.
Drunken pizza binge Saturday night after Kate's funeral, and my niece insisted on "Donalds" after swimming lessons this morning. *Facedesk*
I now have togs! Black with 'Tummy controller'. I fucking need it!
Lol, everyone turned up to the after-funeral piss up with a different bottle of spirits, and Miles' uncle started making everyone Jager bombs. I think I'm going to get on with these people really well ;)
Time to go check the battering in my camera and track down my knitting bag for the trip! See you on Wednesday!
~Peri
Thursday, 18 November 2010
Long Post Is Long
I'm seriously considering finding another place to live next year. I'm gonna start looking on the down-low. Seriously fucking irritated right now.
If Dolly can't stop taking her temper out on persons OTHER THAN those that pissed her off, I'm gonna move out. I'm sick to death of her having a shitty day at work and bitching at me when she gets home. It's like shes trying to make me feel guilty for actually taking a sodding holiday!!
Lol, she must have some seriously fucking overinflated ideas of what I can do. She let Dralion sleep in her room last night (FYI her room is a fucking pigsty) and tried to tell me that I had caused her to have a MASSIVE FLEA INFESTATION OF DOOM because she had a single bug bite on her foot. What am I? DemiGoddess of Fleas?
Dolly: "How do you know that your bites aren't flea bites?"
Me: "I had them BEFORE I came home from Whare flat, and I don't react like THIS (Bruising, bubbling skin, severe itching that only ceases when you draw blood) to flea bites."
Time to peruse apartments on Trade Me. I wonder if my old Landlord would give me my old place in City Rise back and let me put a catflap in or a security chain on a lower window? Sure is was dark cave, but it was warm!
Dralion has had some painkiller and antibiotic shots, and is due back at the vet on Saturday. The theory is a bite wound that didn't abcess, but sent infection straight to the muscel or whatever. I don't care what caused it, so long as it's getting sorted. She is happy, snuggling again and had her first feed in days. I shit you not, Hungus Guts was off her grub for two days. When the Hungus goes off her food, you start to worry a bit.
Exercise in futility: Remember the weekend and put it down in a coherent fashion. Lets ee if I can do this, hey? It's gonna be massive with lots of photos, since more are going up on FB as people return to their various home bases and throw them up. There are NONE of me, so don't get your hopes up.
So, anyway. Weekend recap.
Friday:
Bummed around at home until Miles came past after work to grab me for Circ. Drove out and set up our sweet wee van/gazebo campsite combo up in the topmost field under some Manuka&Kanuka trees away from noise and rowdy drunks. Damn that van is nice to sleep in! I now have measurements for curtains ;)
Got hideously drunk on mulled wine at dinner. (God, I nearly cried when I saw the amount of sugar Miles as putting in it. I didn't mind when I started drinking it, though!) Did lots of toasting of Miles' stepmum. Miles has a 1.5L ceramic stein/flagon he bought at auction, and from the number of refills I'm guessing he drank damn near 2L of the wine by himself.
I didn't watch much of the Renegade Show (The show put on by people at Circ for people at Circ) since it started raining. Halfway back to the van I discovered that I had forgotten to bring a torch D': Drunken stumbing in the pitch dark, anyone? Hi-larious.
Saturday:
Mildly hungover paddling in the river, hoop workshops and HAMMOCKS!! Knitting in a hammock with blue sky, live music and sunshine and good conversation is the best. I ate FAR TOO MUCH CHOCOLATE. FAR TOO MUCH. Curse you chocolate and your sweet yumminess! D:
Witness here a rare sight: The Hippie Grooming Circle:
The Free Public Show. Hosted by the amazing Vinyl Burns!
Woooo boy, that was interesting. The guy and girl who were in charge of organizing Highly Flammable's 30ming crowd-entertaining didn't talk to the owner of Sammy's at ALL. They certainly lived up to the name the group has of being 'Unprofessional Amateurs' in the wider circus community. They didn't find out what the people in charge of the venue wanted OR were doing, and they were so high on mushies that they forgot the stilts. THE GIRL WHO WAS SUPPOSED TO BE STILTWALKING WAS SO STONED SHE FORGOT TO BRING HER GEAR. *Facedesk* Do I really want to be associated with these people?
Miles and I stayed until half time of the show, then went back to Whare Flat to get at the showers when the camp was pretty much deserted. The girls toilets got so gross. There are only 3 loos, count them 1, 2, 3 for the whole camp. There were about 300 people there. Assuming a 1:1 gender ratio, that meant 75 girls per loo per day. They blocked pretty fucking fast D':
The Native Fusion party down by the river didn't kick off until after I went to bed. Miles went to bed about 12, and I went about 1:30. I couldn't be fucked waiting another 2 hours for the burn, and if I have to cadge drugs to enjoy a party there really isn't any point in being there.
Sunday:
Somehow we slept until lunchtime. I don't know how we managed it, since it was so bloody hot in the van when we woke up. I didn't really get up to much. Watched Miles do a slackline workshop and went paddling again. Had a bit of a poi/hoop jam until the wind picked up too much and then watched the Juggling Olympics.
Miles and a random learning Slackline:
Have you ever seen a club juggling battle? That shit can be scary to watch. Daniel Deville is BLOODTHIRSTY, I shit you not. His favourite move is to toss one club high and use the other two to bash someone else's clubs out of the air before catching his again. I thought he was going to break someone's nose a time or two D: Miles likes to back into someones pattern so they have to move away or drop their clubs. It's super effective when you come in from their peripheral, but
leaves you wide open to moves like Daniel's since you're only paying attention to the one person.
This is Mr. Daniel Deville being a smartass and juggling tennis racquets:
I entered the one-handed butterfly contest, and couldn't find a hoop in time for the hula-hoop endurance event. I've got to get my own so I can practise hula handstands and some new flourishes & Starts.
Ya know, with slightly larger versions of these. . .
. . . Which are mainly used for isolation tricks:
We packed up and left mid-afternoon on Sunday when it started spitting. I went back out on Monday afternoon to pick up my fire skirt and take part in a cuddle puddle&final photos.
I'm gonna go coat my legs in savlon to stop these bites getting infected and write some more NaNo.
Lots of love,
Peri, Hula-Hooping Flea Goddess
P.S
I accidentally hit 'Delete' on a few comments this morning thanks to lack of coffee and this sodding scratchpad-mouse-thing. One of them was a really lovely one I wanted to pass on to Miles and his family about how an organ donor saved your Dad. (I think?)
So, um, yeah. If you commented but it hasn't come up please comment again, coz I wanna give you some blog-loving in return <3
If Dolly can't stop taking her temper out on persons OTHER THAN those that pissed her off, I'm gonna move out. I'm sick to death of her having a shitty day at work and bitching at me when she gets home. It's like shes trying to make me feel guilty for actually taking a sodding holiday!!
Lol, she must have some seriously fucking overinflated ideas of what I can do. She let Dralion sleep in her room last night (FYI her room is a fucking pigsty) and tried to tell me that I had caused her to have a MASSIVE FLEA INFESTATION OF DOOM because she had a single bug bite on her foot. What am I? DemiGoddess of Fleas?
Dolly: "How do you know that your bites aren't flea bites?"
Me: "I had them BEFORE I came home from Whare flat, and I don't react like THIS (Bruising, bubbling skin, severe itching that only ceases when you draw blood) to flea bites."
Time to peruse apartments on Trade Me. I wonder if my old Landlord would give me my old place in City Rise back and let me put a catflap in or a security chain on a lower window? Sure is was dark cave, but it was warm!
Dralion has had some painkiller and antibiotic shots, and is due back at the vet on Saturday. The theory is a bite wound that didn't abcess, but sent infection straight to the muscel or whatever. I don't care what caused it, so long as it's getting sorted. She is happy, snuggling again and had her first feed in days. I shit you not, Hungus Guts was off her grub for two days. When the Hungus goes off her food, you start to worry a bit.
Exercise in futility: Remember the weekend and put it down in a coherent fashion. Lets ee if I can do this, hey? It's gonna be massive with lots of photos, since more are going up on FB as people return to their various home bases and throw them up. There are NONE of me, so don't get your hopes up.
So, anyway. Weekend recap.
Friday:
Bummed around at home until Miles came past after work to grab me for Circ. Drove out and set up our sweet wee van/gazebo campsite combo up in the topmost field under some Manuka&Kanuka trees away from noise and rowdy drunks. Damn that van is nice to sleep in! I now have measurements for curtains ;)
Got hideously drunk on mulled wine at dinner. (God, I nearly cried when I saw the amount of sugar Miles as putting in it. I didn't mind when I started drinking it, though!) Did lots of toasting of Miles' stepmum. Miles has a 1.5L ceramic stein/flagon he bought at auction, and from the number of refills I'm guessing he drank damn near 2L of the wine by himself.
I didn't watch much of the Renegade Show (The show put on by people at Circ for people at Circ) since it started raining. Halfway back to the van I discovered that I had forgotten to bring a torch D': Drunken stumbing in the pitch dark, anyone? Hi-larious.
Saturday:
Mildly hungover paddling in the river, hoop workshops and HAMMOCKS!! Knitting in a hammock with blue sky, live music and sunshine and good conversation is the best. I ate FAR TOO MUCH CHOCOLATE. FAR TOO MUCH. Curse you chocolate and your sweet yumminess! D:
Witness here a rare sight: The Hippie Grooming Circle:
The Free Public Show. Hosted by the amazing Vinyl Burns!
Woooo boy, that was interesting. The guy and girl who were in charge of organizing Highly Flammable's 30ming crowd-entertaining didn't talk to the owner of Sammy's at ALL. They certainly lived up to the name the group has of being 'Unprofessional Amateurs' in the wider circus community. They didn't find out what the people in charge of the venue wanted OR were doing, and they were so high on mushies that they forgot the stilts. THE GIRL WHO WAS SUPPOSED TO BE STILTWALKING WAS SO STONED SHE FORGOT TO BRING HER GEAR. *Facedesk* Do I really want to be associated with these people?
Miles and I stayed until half time of the show, then went back to Whare Flat to get at the showers when the camp was pretty much deserted. The girls toilets got so gross. There are only 3 loos, count them 1, 2, 3 for the whole camp. There were about 300 people there. Assuming a 1:1 gender ratio, that meant 75 girls per loo per day. They blocked pretty fucking fast D':
The Native Fusion party down by the river didn't kick off until after I went to bed. Miles went to bed about 12, and I went about 1:30. I couldn't be fucked waiting another 2 hours for the burn, and if I have to cadge drugs to enjoy a party there really isn't any point in being there.
Sunday:
Somehow we slept until lunchtime. I don't know how we managed it, since it was so bloody hot in the van when we woke up. I didn't really get up to much. Watched Miles do a slackline workshop and went paddling again. Had a bit of a poi/hoop jam until the wind picked up too much and then watched the Juggling Olympics.
Miles and a random learning Slackline:
Have you ever seen a club juggling battle? That shit can be scary to watch. Daniel Deville is BLOODTHIRSTY, I shit you not. His favourite move is to toss one club high and use the other two to bash someone else's clubs out of the air before catching his again. I thought he was going to break someone's nose a time or two D: Miles likes to back into someones pattern so they have to move away or drop their clubs. It's super effective when you come in from their peripheral, but
leaves you wide open to moves like Daniel's since you're only paying attention to the one person.
This is Mr. Daniel Deville being a smartass and juggling tennis racquets:
I entered the one-handed butterfly contest, and couldn't find a hoop in time for the hula-hoop endurance event. I've got to get my own so I can practise hula handstands and some new flourishes & Starts.
Ya know, with slightly larger versions of these. . .
. . . Which are mainly used for isolation tricks:
We packed up and left mid-afternoon on Sunday when it started spitting. I went back out on Monday afternoon to pick up my fire skirt and take part in a cuddle puddle&final photos.
I'm gonna go coat my legs in savlon to stop these bites getting infected and write some more NaNo.
Lots of love,
Peri, Hula-Hooping Flea Goddess
P.S
I accidentally hit 'Delete' on a few comments this morning thanks to lack of coffee and this sodding scratchpad-mouse-thing. One of them was a really lovely one I wanted to pass on to Miles and his family about how an organ donor saved your Dad. (I think?)
So, um, yeah. If you commented but it hasn't come up please comment again, coz I wanna give you some blog-loving in return <3
Wednesday, 17 November 2010
Worry And Joy
Miles said "Thank you for the messages and hugs" and something about my bloated, bleeding, bite-coveres ass being hot, but we'll ignore that hey? I've got a bug bite on my leg that looks like a bullseye ffs!
^ Thats him in his clown gear on Saturday night. Sad clown needs hugs.
His stepmum's organs have saved 5 people, one of whom had been on dialysis for 8 years! (I had to text Miles and make sure I had the numbers around the right way, I do.) I'm crossing my fingers that there is no GVHD and all her assorted bits 'take' to their new life well.
Shit, I had something really important to tell you, but I'm buggered if I can remember - Oh wait! Got it!
I'M OFFICIALLY DISCHARGED FROM MY LATEST ROUND OF BRAIN DE-SPAZZING/HEAD SHRINKING!! :D
(Ya know, the free ones at Well Dunedin that I almost didn't get in to thanks to Mum.)
How cool is THAT?!? I have my WRAP all sorted, and it saved my ass literally on the weekend. I was contemplating slashing my wrists with a bit of broken bottle glass and diving off the abseiling cliff, but I talked myself out of it. There were KIDS around FFS! What if one of them had found my corpse? *Shudders*
WRAP: 1 Craziness: 0
Suck on THAT asswhore brain demons!! Muahahahahaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! >:D
Dralion is moping, limping and off her food. I'm taking her to the vet tomorrow. When the hungus is off her chow, you know somethings up.
I think one of the new trainers at the gym has an ED. Pale lips, assloads of foundation, golden lanugo-like hair along the sides of her face and jawline and the bitch is FUCKING SKINNY. I bet her thighs have never had a very touching relationship and her training routine is insane. I must investigate. I'll be there more often now. Damn I'm out of condition D:< Here is a photo from Circulation. I went paddling a few times. Just replace my hideous white feet with your own and daydream about summer and sunshine :)
~Peri
^ Thats him in his clown gear on Saturday night. Sad clown needs hugs.
His stepmum's organs have saved 5 people, one of whom had been on dialysis for 8 years! (I had to text Miles and make sure I had the numbers around the right way, I do.) I'm crossing my fingers that there is no GVHD and all her assorted bits 'take' to their new life well.
Shit, I had something really important to tell you, but I'm buggered if I can remember - Oh wait! Got it!
I'M OFFICIALLY DISCHARGED FROM MY LATEST ROUND OF BRAIN DE-SPAZZING/HEAD SHRINKING!! :D
(Ya know, the free ones at Well Dunedin that I almost didn't get in to thanks to Mum.)
How cool is THAT?!? I have my WRAP all sorted, and it saved my ass literally on the weekend. I was contemplating slashing my wrists with a bit of broken bottle glass and diving off the abseiling cliff, but I talked myself out of it. There were KIDS around FFS! What if one of them had found my corpse? *Shudders*
WRAP: 1 Craziness: 0
Suck on THAT asswhore brain demons!! Muahahahahaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! >:D
Dralion is moping, limping and off her food. I'm taking her to the vet tomorrow. When the hungus is off her chow, you know somethings up.
I think one of the new trainers at the gym has an ED. Pale lips, assloads of foundation, golden lanugo-like hair along the sides of her face and jawline and the bitch is FUCKING SKINNY. I bet her thighs have never had a very touching relationship and her training routine is insane. I must investigate. I'll be there more often now. Damn I'm out of condition D:< Here is a photo from Circulation. I went paddling a few times. Just replace my hideous white feet with your own and daydream about summer and sunshine :)
~Peri
Tuesday, 16 November 2010
Damn I'm Sexy.
Fuck I feel attractive right now.
Period cramps, I'm the heaviest I've been ALL YEAR (60.5kg. MUST. NOT. FREAK OUT.) My bites are starting to bubble thanks to the bepanthen drawing the poison up to one spot and they ITCH LIKE MOTHERFUCKERS. Antihistamines aren't helping. I want to get really fucking drunk and see if that helps. (It's 11:49am, in another 11mins I can start)
No gym today due to crampage, therefore impromptu liquid fast for as long as I can be fucked. Yeah, I'm a pussy. If my cramps get to a certain level I vomit, 3 more notches up after that I pass out. THAT is how I measure the upper level of pain I can handle.
Fuck, I need coffee. Mmmmmmm coffee!
Dear Coffee.
I love you, let us never part.
Yours forever,
Peri.
~Peri
Period cramps, I'm the heaviest I've been ALL YEAR (60.5kg. MUST. NOT. FREAK OUT.) My bites are starting to bubble thanks to the bepanthen drawing the poison up to one spot and they ITCH LIKE MOTHERFUCKERS. Antihistamines aren't helping. I want to get really fucking drunk and see if that helps. (It's 11:49am, in another 11mins I can start)
No gym today due to crampage, therefore impromptu liquid fast for as long as I can be fucked. Yeah, I'm a pussy. If my cramps get to a certain level I vomit, 3 more notches up after that I pass out. THAT is how I measure the upper level of pain I can handle.
Fuck, I need coffee. Mmmmmmm coffee!
Dear Coffee.
I love you, let us never part.
Yours forever,
Peri.
~Peri
Monday, 15 November 2010
CFB
I'm working on a post about the weekend, but I really can't be arsed right now. I'm covered in itchy bites and I'm sick of writing ALREADY thanks to NaNo.
I have a pretty new fire toy. A bunch of wicks on spokes attached to a belt around my waist. I need to make some palm torches so I can have EPIC FLAMING BUTT-WIGGLING, HAND WAVING FUN when I next get to have a burn. They got a little bent during the cuddle puddle at the end of the festival today, but these are the risks you must take when you enter into a cuddle puddle.
GRRRRRRRRRR I wish this cream shit would stop those bites itching. I have photos that i will upload at some point in the next few days.
I don't know what to do to help Miles. I've given him lots and lots of hugs, but thats where my knowledge ends. He actually went to work this morning, and texted me when he was heading home early to nap. I think he is more upset than he will say about not being able to say goodbye before they switched the life support off. I really don't know what to do to help him. He is so busy running around trying to be strong for everyone else and fulfill all the tasks he put his name down for earlier on that he isn't looking after himself.
Ok, I'm going to try to do something constructive. HAH! It Girl will be the death of me.
~Peri
I have a pretty new fire toy. A bunch of wicks on spokes attached to a belt around my waist. I need to make some palm torches so I can have EPIC FLAMING BUTT-WIGGLING, HAND WAVING FUN when I next get to have a burn. They got a little bent during the cuddle puddle at the end of the festival today, but these are the risks you must take when you enter into a cuddle puddle.
GRRRRRRRRRR I wish this cream shit would stop those bites itching. I have photos that i will upload at some point in the next few days.
I don't know what to do to help Miles. I've given him lots and lots of hugs, but thats where my knowledge ends. He actually went to work this morning, and texted me when he was heading home early to nap. I think he is more upset than he will say about not being able to say goodbye before they switched the life support off. I really don't know what to do to help him. He is so busy running around trying to be strong for everyone else and fulfill all the tasks he put his name down for earlier on that he isn't looking after himself.
Ok, I'm going to try to do something constructive. HAH! It Girl will be the death of me.
~Peri
Friday, 12 November 2010
Night From Hell? Not Yet.
I've just spent 30mins cleaning up the rubbish bags some young fuckwits shredded and spread on my driveway. They also kicked out recycling bin down the street. Man it made one hell of a noise!
Miles' Mum (He has 4 due to complex divorces, and is close to all of them)has just been declared braindead. They ran him just after the silly boy helped me clean up. (I TOLD him to go back to bed! I don't need sleep at the moment) She collapsed yesterday due to undiscovered bleeding in her brain. The stress the emergency surgery put on her body caused her to have a heart attack early this morning. They are convening now to decide about pulling the plug. Miles wouldn't let me go. Silly boy thinks I need to sleep. I think he needs hugs more. If it was his biological Mum I would have made him take me, coz I know her better than the Mum who is in mechanical limbo.
I was trying SO HARD to go to sleep. I think I'll stay up and drink tea and exercise or something. If I get tired enough I may just pass out. Who knows? Maybe Miles' Mum will wake up and this will all be a bad dream. Miracles have happened, right?
Right?
~Peri
Miles' Mum (He has 4 due to complex divorces, and is close to all of them)has just been declared braindead. They ran him just after the silly boy helped me clean up. (I TOLD him to go back to bed! I don't need sleep at the moment) She collapsed yesterday due to undiscovered bleeding in her brain. The stress the emergency surgery put on her body caused her to have a heart attack early this morning. They are convening now to decide about pulling the plug. Miles wouldn't let me go. Silly boy thinks I need to sleep. I think he needs hugs more. If it was his biological Mum I would have made him take me, coz I know her better than the Mum who is in mechanical limbo.
I was trying SO HARD to go to sleep. I think I'll stay up and drink tea and exercise or something. If I get tired enough I may just pass out. Who knows? Maybe Miles' Mum will wake up and this will all be a bad dream. Miracles have happened, right?
Right?
~Peri
Thursday, 11 November 2010
Gratuitous Pussy
Ok, last night I didn't sleep until my alarm went off at 7am, so I'm fucking shattered now. This will probably be the last time I get on Blogger until I get back from Circulation, so have some photos of the lovely weather we had until it started pissing down this arvo.
HI SALIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIX!!!!!!!!!!!! Lol, the Pacific and Tonga Park in sunshine.
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My Edelweiss is flowering! Joy!
The swing in the back yard. the grass sin knee-height on me. I shit you not, I lost my flatmate in it yesterday! Dolly was sunbathing, and I couldn't bloody see her! D:
Time for the gratuitous pussy shots:
Dralion sleeping on my new suitcase in the sunshine. What kind of pussy did yout hink I was talking about? Filthy fucking pervert!
I think I hear the jug boiling again. I'm gonna go see if theres enough hot water for another cup of coffee. If I have any more Coke Zero, I'm gonna explode!
Lots of love and kisses for the weekend. Have fun, stay safe. Don't do anything I wouldn't enjoy, alright?
~Peri
HI SALIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIX!!!!!!!!!!!! Lol, the Pacific and Tonga Park in sunshine.
My Edelweiss is flowering! Joy!
The swing in the back yard. the grass sin knee-height on me. I shit you not, I lost my flatmate in it yesterday! Dolly was sunbathing, and I couldn't bloody see her! D:
Time for the gratuitous pussy shots:
Dralion sleeping on my new suitcase in the sunshine. What kind of pussy did yout hink I was talking about? Filthy fucking pervert!
I think I hear the jug boiling again. I'm gonna go see if theres enough hot water for another cup of coffee. If I have any more Coke Zero, I'm gonna explode!
Lots of love and kisses for the weekend. Have fun, stay safe. Don't do anything I wouldn't enjoy, alright?
~Peri
Tuesday, 9 November 2010
FOR FUCKS' SAKE!
I have too much to learn in the short time before my next exam. I know I can't possibly learn it all in less then 48hrs. My brain won't fucking SLOW DOWN long enough to process it. I get angry and my pencil is too slow for my mind and I want to SCREAM with frustration.
The retarded bloody spell checker and cursor doing weird shit to my writing when I accidentally rest my hand on the scratch pad makes me want to hurl things out the windows.
I've only done this to myself, this semester is a total fucking write-off. I'm going to try my hardest, but I know my best isn't going to stand up to the performance I could have put on if I'd spent the last semester doing what I was supposed to. Namely STUDYING and HANDING IN ASSIGNMENTS and GOING TO TESTS.
Speaking of sleeping though tests, I slept through therapy this morning. Oops. FUCK.
I'm angry. Angry and speeding along at a billion miles an hour. Sitting still is KILLING me but I have nowhere to go to run and scream and break shit that isn't full of goddamn PEOPLE> I've been answering the phone, the door, fucking text messages since I woke up 7 hours ago and I want to messily murder the next asshole who breaks my study groove by having the audacity to dial my landline. THEY'RE NOT HOME, SOD OFF.
I don't want any fucking PLATITUDES. I don't want to be told I'll do fine, coz that is just BULLSHIT. I know exactly what the situation is, I don't want it demeaned or belittled by pat hallmark crap. Yeah, pat the little girl on the head, give her a lollipop and tell her to run along. Give me some fucking credit for being able to see the situation for what it is and NOT freak out and razorslice my neck and wrists in despair.
I can see the future now, I know that this shit IS NOT the end of me. There is going to be a next year and a bloody graduation, even if it involves Academic Probation and different/no crazy candies and an assload of hard work. I know what I'm damn well doing, at long last. I'm getting out of there, I'm going to do what I enjoy, what I like, what makes ME happy and to hell with my family.
I want to talk to Miles about not passing JAPA 332 on Thursday and what it measn fro my plans on graduating next year, but i can't You know why?
"Oh, you'll be fine babe, You're bright/smart/clever/intelligent. You'll pass"
OH COME ON!!!!
Do me the favour of assuming I have a fucking BRAIN, would you? Saying shit like that just makes me angry at you for not seeing that I refuse to beat myself up trying to pull a MIRACLE out of my ass. And i won't bloody kill myself if I don't pull said miracle from said orifice. I will say:
"Shit happens. I fucked up and I know it. I'll try harder next time."
I've come a long way from the person who vowed to kill herself if she didn't pass PaperXXX or PaperYYY. I won't let ANY of this crap beat me. I know I'm stronger now. I have to find a better reason to open my 20-year-old whiskey than using it to down that final bottle of pills. How about FUCKING GRADUATION. 2011 will be MY YEAR, no matter what happens on Thursday.
Seriously, I'd need an A+ at the LEAST to pass the paper, and LOOK at this shit!
[A] (20pts) from Ch 6, Ch7, & Ch10 Vocab Lecture notes;
[B] (10pts) Kanji from Ch6, Ch7, & Ch10 (Note: What you need to study for the exam is the same as what you needed to study for Vocab Tests 1, 2, & 3.);
[C] (18pts) from Ch 6, Ch7, & Ch10 grammar points (Note: If you do not have time to study everything, concentrate on Ch10 points.);
[D] (8pts) You will be required to do some reasoning about adjecitves, passives, and causatives. (Note: Please study the relevant lecture notes.);
[E] (5pts) from Ch6 Kotoba Network 5 - intransitive/transitive verbs;
[F] (4pts) from Ch10 Kotoba Network 3 - compound verbs;
[G] (5pts) Micellaneous - from Ch6 Kotoba Netwok 4, Ch6 Kotoba Network 6, Ch7 Kotoba Network 4, Ch8 Kotoba Network 3, Ch9 Kotoba Network4, and Ch10 Kotoba Network 2;
[H] (8pts) from Ch7 Kotoba Network 3 and Ch10 Kotoba Network 4;
[I] (10pts) Reading comprehension - Ch10 main text;
[J] (12pts) Writing - one of the three previous assignments will be repeated.
Not worth freaking and dasting time in a breakdown at this late stage. Prioritize and study smart, do my best and forget it, go to Circulation and have a ball.
So yeah, don't feed me shit and I won't feed you any.
Hmmmm, should I buy a unicycle? I have 16hours to decide, it's $60 down from $160. Discuss that.
~Peri
The retarded bloody spell checker and cursor doing weird shit to my writing when I accidentally rest my hand on the scratch pad makes me want to hurl things out the windows.
I've only done this to myself, this semester is a total fucking write-off. I'm going to try my hardest, but I know my best isn't going to stand up to the performance I could have put on if I'd spent the last semester doing what I was supposed to. Namely STUDYING and HANDING IN ASSIGNMENTS and GOING TO TESTS.
Speaking of sleeping though tests, I slept through therapy this morning. Oops. FUCK.
I'm angry. Angry and speeding along at a billion miles an hour. Sitting still is KILLING me but I have nowhere to go to run and scream and break shit that isn't full of goddamn PEOPLE> I've been answering the phone, the door, fucking text messages since I woke up 7 hours ago and I want to messily murder the next asshole who breaks my study groove by having the audacity to dial my landline. THEY'RE NOT HOME, SOD OFF.
I don't want any fucking PLATITUDES. I don't want to be told I'll do fine, coz that is just BULLSHIT. I know exactly what the situation is, I don't want it demeaned or belittled by pat hallmark crap. Yeah, pat the little girl on the head, give her a lollipop and tell her to run along. Give me some fucking credit for being able to see the situation for what it is and NOT freak out and razorslice my neck and wrists in despair.
I can see the future now, I know that this shit IS NOT the end of me. There is going to be a next year and a bloody graduation, even if it involves Academic Probation and different/no crazy candies and an assload of hard work. I know what I'm damn well doing, at long last. I'm getting out of there, I'm going to do what I enjoy, what I like, what makes ME happy and to hell with my family.
I want to talk to Miles about not passing JAPA 332 on Thursday and what it measn fro my plans on graduating next year, but i can't You know why?
"Oh, you'll be fine babe, You're bright/smart/clever/intelligent. You'll pass"
OH COME ON!!!!
Do me the favour of assuming I have a fucking BRAIN, would you? Saying shit like that just makes me angry at you for not seeing that I refuse to beat myself up trying to pull a MIRACLE out of my ass. And i won't bloody kill myself if I don't pull said miracle from said orifice. I will say:
"Shit happens. I fucked up and I know it. I'll try harder next time."
I've come a long way from the person who vowed to kill herself if she didn't pass PaperXXX or PaperYYY. I won't let ANY of this crap beat me. I know I'm stronger now. I have to find a better reason to open my 20-year-old whiskey than using it to down that final bottle of pills. How about FUCKING GRADUATION. 2011 will be MY YEAR, no matter what happens on Thursday.
Seriously, I'd need an A+ at the LEAST to pass the paper, and LOOK at this shit!
[A] (20pts) from Ch 6, Ch7, & Ch10 Vocab Lecture notes;
[B] (10pts) Kanji from Ch6, Ch7, & Ch10 (Note: What you need to study for the exam is the same as what you needed to study for Vocab Tests 1, 2, & 3.);
[C] (18pts) from Ch 6, Ch7, & Ch10 grammar points (Note: If you do not have time to study everything, concentrate on Ch10 points.);
[D] (8pts) You will be required to do some reasoning about adjecitves, passives, and causatives. (Note: Please study the relevant lecture notes.);
[E] (5pts) from Ch6 Kotoba Network 5 - intransitive/transitive verbs;
[F] (4pts) from Ch10 Kotoba Network 3 - compound verbs;
[G] (5pts) Micellaneous - from Ch6 Kotoba Netwok 4, Ch6 Kotoba Network 6, Ch7 Kotoba Network 4, Ch8 Kotoba Network 3, Ch9 Kotoba Network4, and Ch10 Kotoba Network 2;
[H] (8pts) from Ch7 Kotoba Network 3 and Ch10 Kotoba Network 4;
[I] (10pts) Reading comprehension - Ch10 main text;
[J] (12pts) Writing - one of the three previous assignments will be repeated.
Not worth freaking and dasting time in a breakdown at this late stage. Prioritize and study smart, do my best and forget it, go to Circulation and have a ball.
So yeah, don't feed me shit and I won't feed you any.
Hmmmm, should I buy a unicycle? I have 16hours to decide, it's $60 down from $160. Discuss that.
~Peri
Monday, 8 November 2010
White Noise
Friday morning I was on fire. Wired, zippy, hyper in the extreme. Lightning was flowing through my brain and I could do anything I wanted. 3 cups of coffee and two bits of toast. Soaring. Zip zip zip. Sparks in my head, on top of the world.
I got party food AND my weeks shopping for $130, then a $40 bottle of vodka with a free shot glass. I still had money left today to buy a suitcase and a bunch of ties for $10 total ^.^ Score! I have a massive hideous floral suitcase with wheels. I love it! I felt like such a hobo draggin my suitcase down the one-way, stopping to pick up empty drink cans for some extra cash.
(BTW: Me being superbroke in a month is why I'm babysitting hungover in a chocolate infested house tonight instead of losing at poker. FUCK ME!)
People started turning up at 1pm on the dot, and kept arriving and leaving continuously throughout the day. So much fun! So many epic conversations. I managed to feed the gluten intolerant, dairy intolerant, vegetarian, diabetic, dieting, and the normal people with not a word of complaint and many compliments and joyous squeals. (From the Coeliac and Vege-head) My 'nephew' was his adorable self, and very nearly pissed himself laughing at the Coeliac lady making her head disappear. My niece told EVERYONE present about Aunny Pee's messy bedroom >.<;
Brilliant day. Love.
Saturday I got myself a new suitcase from the Salvation army and missed the bus home, so I hauled it back through town picking up empty drink cans to sell to the scrap metal dealers. I looked like such a hobo!
I've had bugger all sleep all weekend. (Loads of great sex, though!) I'm tired and itchy and shedding little flakes of rejected ink like a necrotic leper. I can't study very well because my brain is either 60million miles ahead of my pencil or totally stalled. I'm struggling with NaNo catchup because my concentration is all shot to hell. I can still knit and read blogs though! ^.^
Starting now I am trying to detox my body of the shit food I've been putting in it ALL BLOODY WEEKEND and training again as soon as the scabs are off by themselves. Not long now. Summer is going to be FABULOUS.
~Peri
I got party food AND my weeks shopping for $130, then a $40 bottle of vodka with a free shot glass. I still had money left today to buy a suitcase and a bunch of ties for $10 total ^.^ Score! I have a massive hideous floral suitcase with wheels. I love it! I felt like such a hobo draggin my suitcase down the one-way, stopping to pick up empty drink cans for some extra cash.
(BTW: Me being superbroke in a month is why I'm babysitting hungover in a chocolate infested house tonight instead of losing at poker. FUCK ME!)
People started turning up at 1pm on the dot, and kept arriving and leaving continuously throughout the day. So much fun! So many epic conversations. I managed to feed the gluten intolerant, dairy intolerant, vegetarian, diabetic, dieting, and the normal people with not a word of complaint and many compliments and joyous squeals. (From the Coeliac and Vege-head) My 'nephew' was his adorable self, and very nearly pissed himself laughing at the Coeliac lady making her head disappear. My niece told EVERYONE present about Aunny Pee's messy bedroom >.<;
Brilliant day. Love.
Saturday I got myself a new suitcase from the Salvation army and missed the bus home, so I hauled it back through town picking up empty drink cans to sell to the scrap metal dealers. I looked like such a hobo!
I've had bugger all sleep all weekend. (Loads of great sex, though!) I'm tired and itchy and shedding little flakes of rejected ink like a necrotic leper. I can't study very well because my brain is either 60million miles ahead of my pencil or totally stalled. I'm struggling with NaNo catchup because my concentration is all shot to hell. I can still knit and read blogs though! ^.^
Starting now I am trying to detox my body of the shit food I've been putting in it ALL BLOODY WEEKEND and training again as soon as the scabs are off by themselves. Not long now. Summer is going to be FABULOUS.
~Peri
Sunday, 7 November 2010
We'll Never Forget
EVER. Lady bless and keep you, your memory will never fade.
Forgive the intruding eyes of the masses, but your story had to be told. I sincerely hope this never happens again.
What is it about New Zealand (Or is it Dunedin?) that it occasionally produces people who flip out in violent, psychotic ways?
David Grey, Bain, Clayton Weatherston. Not even the Spanish Inquisition or Mao's followers would know what to do with you. Death is too good for you. Guantanamo is too good for you. Die screaming in agony with fire ants eating your faces off, you bastards. When I grow up I want to be as brave and strong as people like Eva Dickson. She was worth a billion of you bastards, her and all the others you and people like you have snuffed out.
~Peri
Forgive the intruding eyes of the masses, but your story had to be told. I sincerely hope this never happens again.
What is it about New Zealand (Or is it Dunedin?) that it occasionally produces people who flip out in violent, psychotic ways?
David Grey, Bain, Clayton Weatherston. Not even the Spanish Inquisition or Mao's followers would know what to do with you. Death is too good for you. Guantanamo is too good for you. Die screaming in agony with fire ants eating your faces off, you bastards. When I grow up I want to be as brave and strong as people like Eva Dickson. She was worth a billion of you bastards, her and all the others you and people like you have snuffed out.
~Peri
Thursday, 4 November 2010
Photographic Evidence
So, photographic evidence proving that even if I'm not studying and barely keeping up with NaNoWriMo, I am still DOING SHIT!!!1!
I planted out my garden,
My cyclamen survived the winter outside!
I progressed on the blanket for Mich. . .
. . . and played outside with Dralion when it stopped raining.
I've been living in tops with low backs since Monday, because of epic talents:
It's just starting to scab. I'm freaking out that theres gonna be holes in it. I WANT IT TO BE PERFECT, DAMMIT! I'm going to treat the scabs like spun glass, and pray he got the colour in evenly. I can kinda see lines in it in the photo. . .
So, yeah. Back to pretend to study or stare blankly at Word as the minutes tick by and my wordcount remains unchanged.
~Peri
I planted out my garden,
My cyclamen survived the winter outside!
I progressed on the blanket for Mich. . .
. . . and played outside with Dralion when it stopped raining.
I've been living in tops with low backs since Monday, because of epic talents:
It's just starting to scab. I'm freaking out that theres gonna be holes in it. I WANT IT TO BE PERFECT, DAMMIT! I'm going to treat the scabs like spun glass, and pray he got the colour in evenly. I can kinda see lines in it in the photo. . .
So, yeah. Back to pretend to study or stare blankly at Word as the minutes tick by and my wordcount remains unchanged.
~Peri
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