I think my lungs are broken. I'm going to avoid going out for a while. Not because of the lung thing, because I am an embarassment and it doesn't really work out in cost-benefit analysis. I walked from Parnell to Kingsland last night. It was not fun.

Can winter hurry up and end?

This is apprently the first picture I saved to this computer. It's called Johannes and the Dinosaur.

Mt. Pokemon

So despite getting anxious about other people showing up, I totally did not make it to the Mint Chicks. By the time I finished getting drunk with my flatmates and having imaginary food poisoning it was sold out and stuff. Instead, I ended up at that Cross St rave, hanging out by the wall feeling bored. Raves are actually really shit. What a fucking lame thing to become fashionable. Everyone just seems really unconvincing, like they're just going through the motions. No-one can dance properly, no-one really likes the music and it just turns into a no-talking party. Also, really bizzare demographics: viaduct munters, bogans and scenesters all in one place. I wanted to be one of the bogans. They were so awesomely self-contained.

I ended up picking up a band and had to wake up at 6 to get them settled into the various pieces of furniture they were sleeping on. They didnt leave the house till 4:30 or so which was kind of shitty. I really wanted to shower and get donuts but I couldn't.

Umm...

I wish I could be bothered reading Harry Potter. I've only managed to get through half of the first one in audiobook. Audiobooks are not as good as they're cracked up to be, especially when its an elderly man doing Hermoine's voice.

I meant to say I don't like the Mint Chicks, don't like them much at all.

They got some weird-ass shit in their attic, don't they? It's like they live with Mr. Wizard.

I just bought some MUUUUUUUUUSTARD jeans from America. I'm pretty excited. My favorite jeans now suffer 'spillages' every time I sit in certain positions and i'm having to stitch the crotch closed everytime I wash them. You probably didn't want to hear that, huh? I think they're ready for retirement anyway.

Everyone who reads this and lives in Auckland (all three of you) should come to The Mint Chicks. I really like them but I don't know... nostalgia or something.

Trippy

One of my lecturers is also my Myspace buddy! Cool huh? She was my buddy before she started lecturing and everything. I’m trying to think of a way I can exploit this for profit but I’m not coming up with much. Maybe I can threaten to shame her if I get bad marks? I don’t know. I can actually see a lot of disadvantages like having someone I know read my essay: shame. Also, the class is full of scenesters which is really crappy. Lots of acquaintances who I don’t really want to get to know better. I’m surprised by how anti-social I’m being. At the moment I pretty much only want to hang out with Wellingtonians OR A TALKING CAT. That would be really awesome.

In other news… nothing.

Except that my new flatmate is really cool and I’m glad that the domestic front is finally sweet. She uses the word ‘solid’ to mean ‘cool’ totally unself-consciously .

Also, I have a new bedsheet which is a relief after keeping the same one for over a month.

I have been thinking about growing my hair and beard really long and dressing like a lumberjack. That’d show those dicks at WINZ. AND THE LADIES.

THRILLS AND SPILLS.

A portal full of dragons and shit

For someone who spent all day in bed I sure am sleepy. Today way the best end to my holiday I could have imagined. Four of us lay around in Matts bed for like 8 hours. I think I got up maybe 5 times total and the furthest I got was to the toilet. We got Matt to deliver us KFC and I got to drink beer with breakfast, in bed. It sounds like it would be really boring but it was great, we just sat round teasing Matt and trying to create a psychic link. I also got to hang out with Baly properly which is awesome. He is so high up in my list of favorite Wellingtonians.

The party the night before was also really great. I will never tire of seeing kids I knew as gross little 4th formers getting drunk at parties with us 7th formers. Also, hooray for not saying or doing anything particularly stupid.

Now all that separates me from Auckland is a much needed sleep and a 12 hour bus ride. I'm feeling pretty ambivalent.

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I want to go home now! Stupid family pressuring me to hang around. I think I’ve fulfilled my being-an-asshole quota sufficiently for the next couple of months and can go back to being normal.

It’s weird, I have this inflated notion of how much I can get away with without alienating people down here and I always seem to feel the need to test the limits of that. The general result is that I have a couple of really fun nights and then spend the rest of the time trying not to remember them, eventually fleeing to Auckland in a cloud of disgrace. Nothing I’ve done has actually been that disgraceful, I mean, not as disgraceful as that other post suggested. The ‘near threesome’ was, for instance, nothing of the sort and the bar was mooned through a frosted window (and not alone). I know those didn’t sound like the best explanations, but in their contexts the incidents made more sense. The point is whether or not my deeds have been particularly bad, my attitude probably has. I’ve been too willing to get too wasted and have managed to be one of last party leavers way too often. Those shouldn’t be too bad in themselves but they combined with a really arrogant, self-interested attitude which makes me a really unpleasant person to be around. It’s like I take on the classic tourist position and make the whole thing about me having as much fun as I can with no concern for others.

Less than 2 weeks into my trip I’ve managed to be a dick to so many people that I’m really dreading going out. I have a dinner party to go to on Wednesday and I’m scared that my social skills have collapsed beyond the point of managing polite conversation. More profoundly, I’m scared that me and (some of) my Wellington friends no longer have anything in common and that if I talk to them sober or even at length, that will show up. There’s also the related fear that if I talk to them too long or without an escape clause (I was drunk blah blah) they’ll remember what a boring idiot I actually am and the false esteem they have for me due to my moving away will be damaged. It’s pretty stupid but this is the sort of thing that worries me. This, and what’s for dinner.