Archive for March, 2005

news on the telly

Thursday, March 31st, 2005

It seems it may have been a good idea to tune into the tail end of Paul Holmes tonight. I think I’ll be filling up the tank of the car tonight. Petrol cost will rise by 5 cents tomorrow. Damn fine time to get a cra huh? Anyway I guess its good I found out tonight and not the next time I filled up the car.

meanwhile… theres crap all on tv tonight.

Stuff

Thursday, March 31st, 2005

I cycled to poytech cause it stopped raining today, I hate the actual cycling but I do feel better for doing it…. god knows my lard ass needs it- especially after a chocolate loving weekend.
I’ve run into problems with my essay causing me to change what I’m doing a bit…. its due on the 18th, I’m not so sure I’ll be alright with it, but the Uni library should hopefully come to my rescue.

Richard mentioned we might take a field trip to Wellington later in the year, this I am keen on, then he suggested we go to the architecture school there and sit in on a lecture or crit. As you can imagine my heart hit the ground at that suggestion. I still imagine running into Mr. Asshole someday and telling him he fucked up my life… it’s not something I actually ever want to do. I’m sure if we went there he’d be there. I know the Head of School has since left, so that’s one bastard I wouldn’t have to see, but I never ever want anything to do with scummy Victoria University again.

hmm okay, i just checked their website… apparently bastard HOD is still there, just not HOD anymore…. and asshole is assistant Head of the School… which is a number 1 reason for me not to go… I guess I could opt out of going to Vic with my classmates if they went. I’d go visit Massey, but not Vic. Maybe I’d just go to Epic and eat muffins while they are there.

Speaking of trips, I still get the feeling Chris hasn’t sorted somewhere to stay in Dunners this weekend, cause he’s slack, so if you know of somewhere for him to crash that isn’t that big creepy park on cumberland st I’m sure he’d appreciate it.
Meanwhile I’m contemplating going to the movies this weekend just cause hoyts riccarton has $5 tickets.

oven timers and bad essay karma

Tuesday, March 29th, 2005

Chris booked tickets on the bus to dunners on saturday so watch out you otago-folk… he’s coming your way for ghost club.
So I will have the house to myself this weekend, strange after last week having my happy band of merry folk here.

I did work on my commercial Interior project today, the first time I have even really looked at assignments in a week, (bad frannie) I have no semblance of an essay yet-history is a fuckass class.

*oven timer is going off as we speak*

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Yummy

Sunday, March 27th, 2005

okay, well
REM was lovely, bright eyes was okay, we missed the checks cause they started super early, having house guests was lovely…. OWNING A CAR RULES!!!

yeah, so I’ve been busy avoiding assignments, I’m about to make a roast dinner, and ummm yeah…. I actually think I like the fact shops are closed (or meant to be) on Easter Sunday. It means I can sit at home and watch cricket without thinking about wasting money elsewhere.

anyone else got a bit of a stomach ache from eating too much chocolate?

to nona-

Monday, March 7th, 2005

It feels weird and almost wrong to write about this in a blog, but an old family friend of mine was murdered sunday afternoon. The press haven’t written much, Nona, as she was known to my brother and I, had a schizophrenic son, who caused her death. She lived to be 94 years old. It saddens me to know even though she lived so long, she could still have been alive today. I recently moved to waltham rd, which is just 2 blocks from her house. On saturday night as we went past, I mentioned how I would like to go see her since I was back in christchurch and in the neighbourhood.

I think my Dad is having the most trouble coming to terms with her death, but right now, walking outside my door reminds me of the generousity she had given me all my life. To Hannoraugh Johansen I’ll miss you forever.