Bang Bang, there goes my mind!

So last night, after having a quick look at the Christmas lights in Oxford Circus & Regent Street, and a long pine in the shops where I can't afford to buy anything at (This currently includes cheapies such as H&M). I met Sasi pie and we headed out to Wimbledon for some crackers... fire crackers that is!

So amid all the things the English really have no clue about, they're pretty well up to play with how to celebrate guy fawkes.

I stood there, pressed up against the fence, with anticipation of fabulous fiareworks, and boy did I get it! I mean, how much of a geek do I sound, but I gasped out loud, and said "OH MY GOD THAT'S SO COOL!!!!" Multiple times! Often in unison with Sara too. We loved it.

It was freezing, it was packed, there were children all up in my bidness, but it was still awesome. And a totally English thing to do.

Every so often it hits me and I'm like, I can't believe I'm in London watching fireworks, with Sara!

After filming the finale of the sky rockets (in flight) set to STAR WARS theme tune, we bustled through the crowd to the FUN FAIR! And jumped on a couple of FUN rides!

It was awesome. Not because the rides were anything to write home about, or the display was the most stunningly executed display ever, but because the experience, all in all, being in London, tubing it out to Wimbledon, wrapping up warm with my scarf and gloves, being with my high school bff, and feeling so dizzy I had to sit down after last fun fair ride, was just so London, it was fabulous.

London has so much to offer it's inhabitants. It's just getting out there and taking advantage of it that's the issue.

This weekend I'm going to do something. I think perhaps an art show. Why not, if it's there, let's do it!

Surviving on charity.

Seriously, that's what I'm doing. Today I got a call from Eirene, who had free food for me that she'd scabbed from work. Yay! Went and met her on the tube, and voila! I have diner. Mmmmm Leek and potato soup.

Problem is, it cost about six or seven pounds to get all the way there and back cause I had to switch, so it pretty much totally negated the "free-ness" of the meal. Bummer huh.

Anyhow, have moved into new room which is to be home to me for the next three weeks. Yay. I just hope that by some miracle I have somewhere to go at the end of three weeks. I actually haven't a clue what I'm going to do when the three weeks is up. Like, at all.

Finding a job is way harder than I imagined, and I'm about ready to launch a terrorist attack on recruiters, who are quite obviously shit at their jobs.

Anyhow, that's my rant for the day.

On the bright side, James came by with some rose wine, and we enjoyed that in a spot of sunshine this afternoon, which was totally a good part of the day! Of course. How could it not be with wine! VINO!

Homeless and Unemployed.

So I did it. I left home. I left Lower Hutt. Lower effing Hutt.

Oh, Lower Effing Hutt will always hold a special place in my heart. But I'm yet to be convinced that I could be entirely content there. Here I am on the other side of the world, and yeah, you know what, I do miss "home".. But I think a lot of that is to do with the fact I currently don't have a home. That's right people, I'm ACTUALLY homeless.

And what's wierd about the whole thing is, the people I thought I could count on, the friends I thought would be sweet as to stay with, are the very ones who haven't really, not REALLY come through for me. Whereas other people have been absolute lifesavers.

Anyway. Am currently spending my time trying to a) figure out where I'm going to spend the next night b) not spend any money and c) find a freaking job.

I'm told August is a hard month as everyone's on summer holidays, so fingers crossed there. But am having serious trouble with annoying recruiters who won't put me forward for the roles I really want cause all I have is banking experience. My skills are TRANSFERRABLE people!

Well, there's my little rant. But you know what, there's something sort of "freeing" about this whole thing. I have no home, I'm an actual Nomad. I've travelled through LA, Phoenix, Vegas, Hollywood, London, Bristol, Paris, Switzerland, Nice, Rome, Venice, Florence, Austria, Amsterdam, Berlin, Edinburgh, and now Ireland.. and it's AMAZING.

I love it. My only wish is I didn't have debt tying me down. Without it I'd keep travelling. Pick fruit to get through each day. Not worry so much. It's simply my credit card payments which are making me fret, Ineed to get a job so I can pay them. Whereas, I'm actually quite happy just floating.

And wait for it... I wish I didn't have so many clothes! Oh my god. I have way too much crap. I want to post it all home and just pack a backpack and TRAVEL! I love it. It's liberating.

I wish Rebekah would pack up and join me, but I've come to terms with the fact she's happy at home and obviously doesn't want this anymore, and I miss her, but I'm still REALLY enjoying life. Loving it.

So, fingers crossed I won't be H & U for much longer, and savings are on. I've started this travelling thing, I never want to stop!

Down down down.

So. Here I am. In my bedroom at my parents house, in Lower Hutt.

Lower Fucking Hutt.

Don't get me wrong - there's nothing "wrong" with Lower Fucking Hutt. It's quite nice in fact. I just dont wanna be one of those people who never leaves.

I've always pictured myself travelling, seeing the world, that sort of thing. Yet, I'm 26, and I'm in Lower Freakin Hutt. LIVING AT HOME.

Something's gotta give. I need to move back to town for starters. If not to Aucks or Melbs. Wellington, as a city, is just too god damn small for me. Yet work, work is soooo good! HOW can I leave it now, right when everything's going swimmingly?

Conundrum.

So Female Parental has jus been yelling at me regarding how I can possibly fathom going overseas with no money. I'm like, dude... I just have to go. You know?! You know.

LOVE.

Not to get all precious or anything, but I love this! How children describe love..

http://hagebutten.livejournal.com/256932.html

Especially this!:
“Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.” - Bobby, age 7

And these! :
“When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.” - Karen, age 7

“You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.” - Jessica, age 8

Say it with me now, AWWWW.

And for some visual stimulation, check out Le Love.

http://leloveimage.blogspot.com/

Gotta love it!

xo

It's March bitches.

Things to achieve in March:

- Scan 21st photos
- Put 21st photos into an album
- Photograph and load clothes to trademe to sell
- move cd's onto itunes
- Sell cds
- Locate a real hula hoop
- Set travel dates & book tickets
- SAVE $1000
- Learn photoshop, even if it's just by playing.

Life. Job. Living. Working. AMBIGUITY.

So someone said to me today "Who cares, it's just a job- when you could be experiencing LIFE!" And that made me think..

What is life? And what does a JOB have to do with it?

Of course, we need a job to live. Fullstop. Money - makes the world go round and all that.

And we prefer the job we do to be one that brings us some enjoyment. No one wants to work a job they hate. We spend the most part of our life at work. 40 hours a week, makes sense for it to be a job you like, right?

SO - to obtain a job you like, you tend to put quite some effort into getting there... in fact you spend the majority of your LIFE studying for years to get the relevant qualification to be given a shot.

So really, it gets a bit murky this whole "it's just a job" "live your life" argument. Because they MERGE (and not like a zip).

I love my job. But I want to travel.

The risk adverse side of me is all "We're in a recession, you love your job, stay put!" Whereas the other half of me is like "It'll be a challenge! You can try something new! You'll be able to get a job! If you don't go now, you never will! Take a freaking chance!"

AAAARGHH!

Too hard. I can't wait for my March horoscope on Astrologyzone! That's for sure.

Inspiration

So recently I dyed my hair PInk (shock horror!) And as scary as it was rinsing out the dye, and wondering what lay beneath.... I LOVED IT! Lookie, it was SOOOOOO cute!



My mother was all "You're a professional! What have you done?! You won't be taken seriously!" My boss, Anna, ws completely cool with it - she thought it was cute! At least that's what she said...My friends loved it (mostly).

But I hear that there were some higher powers in the workplace who weren't so hot on the topic...... God forbid a little individuality! What is it with workplaces being so scared of a little personal self expression? I mean for gawds sake.. it's just HAIR!

My boss had a chat to the other boss and the other boss, and kindly informed the shocked individuals of our "geeks and weirdos" policy - yes, we want to be the most DYNAMIC marketing team in NZ... so what is dynamic? Conforming to the "norm"? or breaking out a little? I'm a o with the last option.

Came across this quote, and agree whole heartedly.

“To be nobody-but-yourself — in a world which is doing its best, night & day, to make you everybody else — means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; & never stop fighting.” — e e cummings

I walked down the street at the Cuba St Carnival, and roaming the bars at night and I had SO MANY people come up to me telling me they liked my hair. (And lots touching it too... minor euw!) But I totally dug the attention, and I fully felt like it was something special to ME.

Unfortunately the pink has washed back out to blonde again, and I miss it. Might have to try and think of some way to incorporate the pink in a way where it'll last longer, and not totally Eff my hair, cause it just made me so HAPPY!

And at the end of the day, feeling happy is really - the only thing that matters.

xo

Flip Mino HD

OMG I want one of THESE!

http://www.theflip.com/products_flip_mino.shtml#scene=sceneMain

Cupcakes.

So I was talking, I mean texting, a friend on Tuesday night who sounded kinda down. He was eating Pizza, beer, and gangsta rap in the dark.

How does one eat gangsa rap? I hear you ask.. I asked the same. Turns out you can't eat gangsata rap! Silly.

So, yesterday, I thought I'd do a random act of kindness and send said friend a cupcake. So, along with the message "Because you can't eat gangsta rap.. but you can eat cupcakes.. a little something to brighten your week" went to cupcake to brighten his day.

...And it worked! Hoorah.

Who doesn't love cupcakes?!!!

The Espanol teacher.

So, I'm learning Spanish.

WHY AM I LEARNING SPANISH?!!!!!!!

As my mother stated, I should be learning French or something I could use in Europe. Considering there could very well be an impending European voyage.

Of course I want to go to Southern & Central America, and use my Spanish. Oh, and la isla bonita. But mother may have a point...

And holy cow, Our teacher is interesting to say the least. Get this "If you're not going to make it to class please call me (on his landline) so ... " wait for it..... you think it's going to be something like so he knows how many people are coming etc, but no.. so "I don't waste photocopying".

Jesus. I'm all for saving trees, but let's face it. SAVE MONEY ON PHOTOCOPYING TWO MEASLY PIECES OF PAPER?! And hell the f o, I'd quite like the photocopies the following week should I actually miss a class.

Today I had the pleasure of studying colours off a photocopied piece off a black and white photocopy. KIND OF defeats the purpose wouldn't you say?

So yes, interesting. And every time I arrive this guy fires questions at us like we're fluent. I'm all WOAH HOLD UP BUDDY, can we back that truck up and perhaps do a quick recap from last week?

To top it all off there's a bloody write up on the guy who teaches at Wellington College n the paper today. Suppose that's what you get in THE HUTT.

Amarillo. Armadillo. NOT the same thing.

Get over the Valentine whine!

Ok so, today I was chatting to a friend of mine who's single, and made a remark about Valentines Day being a stupid day to make single people feel more single.

I was like WHAT?! No way, it's awesome! You never know, you could have a secret admirer!

Then we started talking about crushes, and whether or not this friend of mine should send her crush a card. Hell yeah! I'm a huge fan of using V day to your advantage.

I mean, lets just look at it, without getting worried about what people might think, or read into it.

Valentines day, is the one day a year, when it's alright to tell someone you think they're cute. AND you can do it anonymously.

People can be all grinchy and cynical about it. But really, if they got a card in the mail that said "Happy Valentines Day, love your Secret Admirer!" they'd smile too! It's a NICE thing. A CUTE thing. And even if you don't get anything, the thought that you've sent something is kinda fun in itself! You know?

And if he does text and go "Did you send me a card?" You can choose whether or not to own up to it. Or you could just be like "yeah, I thought it was cute!". At the end of the day, if he thinks negatively of you for it (which I can't possibly see how anyone could) then it obviously wan't meant to be, and you didn't have anything to lose. If he too thinks it's cute (And who wouldn't appreciate it, or at least be flattered?) then it could lead to a date.

I say do it! throw caution into the wind and send him a card! Lifes too short to worry about looking "a dick" !

And the way I see it, if people just get over the whole cynicalism, and just enjoy it, then more people would recieve anonymous notes. People don't send them cause they pretend they don't like the day, it's a load of rubbish, but really, they're too worried what people might think about them!

Just do it! And I'm not just talking about grandiose expressions of love either. Send your friends a card, bake your mother cupcakes, whatever! Just have some fun. It's one special day a year where you can be cute as a button and do something nice for other people. Just because.

Maybe I'm wearing rose coloured glasses, but I just think it's a bit of fun, and doesn't need to be taken so seriously!

So there.

Pink hair you say?!

So, I'm lying here in bed trying to sleep, but all I can think about is how I wanna dye my hair pink. Yep, PINK.

A while ago my FABULOUS hairdresser ordered me in some RED dye for my locks. Which, I chickened out of. SORRY EMILY! I do still really want to do the red thing (Think Addison Montgomery), I'm just all too aware of the damage it'll do to my hair getting rid of it once I"m sick of it. And, I know the red will last for approximately 36 hours before it washes out and leaves me with a mishmash of red, pink and white. Not ideal.

I like my blonde, I really do, I'm just bored. Oh, so bored. And it was cooler when it was less common. I mean, ever since Lady Gaga, and Christina Aguilera discovered my facebook photos, and copied my hair cut and colour, it really hasn't been making the same impact.

And I LOVE pink. And thinking about it, if I do a soft, sort of candy floss pink colour, then it should be light enough to work with my skin tone, cope with the office, and once I'm sick of it, not be too god damn hard to get rid of... I hope...

And this won't be the first time I've dyed my hair pink. Oh no.. think Big Day Out 2000. Thanks Sarah D, you really did wonders with that Fudge Flamingo hair dye. Not so many thanks to my boss at Whitcoulls who ordered me to get rid of it or not come back to work. Hmm, I should've just quite in retrospect - obviously wasn't that smart back then. And in the efforts to "clarify" my hair of the pink, I even ended up with green hair for a while. Sorry locks.

The more I think about it, the more excited I get! Eeeeeek I can't wait! I texted Em, and it's my lucky day, she can do me on Thursday! OH. MY. GOD.

So that's it folks. My Valentines present to me this year, is PINK HAIR. I love me. I love pink. love love love love love love love it. I can't wait!

Just have to make sure it looks hot, and not scraggily, which is the severe threat with my long hair. Shall I chop it as well? ooooh could be exciting!

In the interest of research, I've found a few pictures of pink hair which I think are kinda cool. I'm instantly drawn to the bright dark pink, but I think the soft light pink is probably a safer bet job wise, and health of my hair wise. What do YOU guys think? Not that your opinion will change my mind... I'm gonna dye my hair pink, but you know, just incase you do have something intelligent to say, I'd like to hear it!

How about a vote!

Stupid Cupid?!!

Once again I'm facing the impending Valentines Day alone. And I'm fine with it. I actually find it super exciting. More exciting than when you have a "partner" even. I always do. I love waiting, seeing if anyone sends me anything! Sure, come the end of the day I might be lamenting the lack of love in my life over a few vinos, but the day itself holds a seemingly unending pothole of possibilities.

Does someone out there have a crush on me? Will I get a letter? Oh my gosh, should I send him something?!

The whole gift giving side of it is AMAZING. I love giving presents! Especially surprise presents that people don't know they're getting. And what better excuse to give someone a present than Valentines Day? If it's just a friend, to brighten their day. Or if it's someone you actually kinda fancy - I mean, Valentines Day is specifically for telling someone you like them, right? It's Cupids party, so we should help him out!

I still remember being at school in America. Ah, America, where they do everything in style. In the weeks leading up to Valentines day we had a mailbox in our classroom. And, we had time each day to work on our valentines cards. There were doilies, and red crayons everywhere. When we made a card, we put it in the "mailbox". And on Valentines Day the teacher delivered all our cards. It was AWESOME! I so so so wish we could do that still. Perhaps I'll suggest it at work. Hmmm..

It's so nice getting a message from someone, it doesn't have to be "I love you" it can just be "Dear Ani, you're so much fun, I love our lunch dates, love Elmo". for example!

This year I'm planning to catch up with girlfriends for Brunch - YAY Belinda, can't wait! Check out the free show at Frankitts park, sounds like a blast! And party with my nearest and dearest and celebrate the fact that I have friends who I love!!!! (Corny?!) I might even do a bit of a Valentines delivery run in the morning. Make myself a mix tape and take to the streets armed with cupcakes and other valentines themed paraphernalia

So many people are Valentines grinches. Blaming consumerism and saying it's just a ploy for shops to make money, why should we only celebrate love one day of the year? Well, OK... but why purposely defy the day set out for love just because you want to celebrate it more often? Doesn't make sense if you ask me. And if you DO have a girlfriend, no matter if she says "It's cool, we don't "do" Valentines, it's a waste of money" She WILL be disappointed when she doesn't get so much as a kiss on the cheek and a hand picked flower which is slowly dying 'cause you forgot to put it in water to kepp it alive till she got home.

You don't have to spend money on Valentines day. There's plenty you can do for free or for very little money, gift and activity wise.

But if you are cool with spending money, here's a lit of valentines inspired things I think are pretty darn neat!

On oldie, but a goodie - The Chocolate Cake Company do Valentines Day cupcakes, delivered straight to your lover/friend/crush 's door. Yum yum yum!

This "Think wonderful thoughts" bracelet is actually kinda ugly - but I really like the idea.

Dita Von Teese teamed up with Wonderbra to create a line of lingerie, and I WANT this bra. A lot.

Oh my god. I LOVE Peter Alexander. And I LOVE LOVE his new Hollywood Couture range . Especially the Bustier shirt & Glam Pencil Skirt. I also love the models hair. Perhaps I should give mine a bit of a chop. Hmm

Check out the full hollywood glam catalogue here

Say it with a kiss, a HERSHEYS KISS! That is so cute. I want one!

I still really really covet the "that's my name" necklace like Carrie Bradshaw sported throughout SATC. Except my one will read "Anilicious"
And in Coca cola font? Even cooler!

Haha, might have to slip this into a friends handbag to brighten her day!

LOVE BUNNIES!!
Right, I'm gonna breed me some love bunnies.

Personalised condoms?
Valentines is a saturday this year. I can totally imagine handing out condoms with my picture and phone number on them. Like a business card.. but useful!

Conversation hearts are apparently the world's most popular valentine candy! Oh my! And if you go here, you can make your very own conversation heart! The picture... not the candy. Close enough.

I think these are super cool.
And even though I don't live with my partner, or have a partner for that matter, and can't decorate our "love nest" with them, I'm seriously considering brightening up my desk at work with them!

The Hoop.

So I did it.

I bought a Hula Hoop!

Now how the FRICK do I make it work? I think it's faulty! haha. Apparently the secret is not to move too much. But tell me... how does one NOT move while one is attempting to maintain movement in said hoop?!

I'm not sure. But I"m sure I can figure it out...... Hmmm, perhaps "sure" is the wrong word. I HOPE I can figure it out!


Will post progress as my hula skills improve. IF they improve.

The hoops bright fluro pink, so I'm hoping it will lure me into it's charms with it's glorious colour.

Here goes...

I am your dream woman!

You know how in movies they often have that girl, the one who's super hot, super cool, tight and taut, someone's car breaks down and she struts up, donning her butt skimming daisy suke denimn shorts, there's steam coming off the radiator forming the perfect background while she flicks her long golden hair back as she bends down to take a look. Turns out she grew up hanging round Daaddy's garage and knows cars inside and out, has the car going in seconds.

Yeah, you know the one. I always wanted to be her. Oh, how I'd make the boys drool!

Hmmm, or maybe I just wanted to look as good as they did in those shorts?

Whatever it was, there's something about a woman who knows her way around a car. I'm not that woman. DOn't get me wrong, i"m not a total tard when it comes to car-sense, I've been driving for 11 years now, and I wasn't allowed out of the driveway till I knew how to change a tyre & check the oil. You know, the basics. I've even done my time working in a Car Rental company for god's sakes. I mean, I know my Audi from my Ford. In a manner of speaking.

And, not blowing my own trumpet, but you'd be hard pressed to point out a car to me and have me not able to name it. I mean, I take a genuine interest in cars themselves. God, I want nothing more than to own a real m'coy old school American car one day. Give me a Chevvy and I'll smile ear to ear. Or a Caddy. Either or thanks, see ya later! Cherry red at that thanks.

Anyway - point of the story is, my little friend Cindy (the Celica) has been a bit sick lately. And by sick, I kind of mean dead! I drove to the mall the other day all ablaze to get goodies for my fascinator creation. Stopped dilligently at the Dairy to grab a V, hopped back in the car, and no go.

Dad came to my rescue. Battery wasn't flat, she was turning over, just not catching. Didn't seem flooded, sparkplug was firing. So what's wrong?! Lovely Chris from the AA (No, not the alcy kind) Informs me there's an oil leak under the rocket cover interfereing with the sparkplugs, and to get the leak fixed next time I get a warrant.

Seems simple enough. Car goes, Thanks Chris!

Fast forward to the next day. Drive to work, go to work, finish work, get in car, same story. Call the AA, and this guy gives me a different story.. apparently its something to do with my feul not being released. Fixed with a clamp, and some elixer.

So, this morning, I realise driving would be ambitious, but I"m late, I have little choice. I talk to Cindy during our drive in, trying to coerce her into playing nice and starting for me on the ride home. Finish work, walk to car, pray to the people in the clouds, climb in..... no go.

F%&K!

Try again... negative. So, I do the obvious. Turn the key, press lightly on the gas, turn the key, turn the key. Stop. Swear. Turn the kay. stop. Talk to Cindy. Turn the key. Call the AA.

Whilst on hold tot he AA, I decide to try my luck under the bonnet. SO off I go, ply with the carborator, clamp down on the black thing the dude played with yesterday. Then try again. Turn the key........... no. Put about an inch on the gas....... no. Hold foot on gas for longer than have before, lo and behold SHE GOES!

Oh my! The JOY! Sorted. And I"m proud of myself.

Because that, my friends, is true mechanical prowess! And as far as I'm concerned, I AM that girl from the film.

The slideshow I can't seem to make a gadget. Grrr!

Booze, Boys, and more Booze.

Dressing up, dancing, drinking… flirting?

So, we've come to the end of a long weekend. And what a weekend it was! I managed to get myself completely written off on Friday night. Went along to one of the free concerts at the Botanical gardens and had a brilliant time. A few vinos with my girlfriends, a few more with my partyboys. I'm a total fag hag right now. Honestly, there's no other way to put it.

People keep saying "You'll never score if you keep hanging out with gay boys" And I say yeah, but at least I'll have a good time! Cause if anyone knows how to party, it's those boys. And I freaking love partying with them!

But… that said, may have partied slightly too hard, when after I don't know how many glasses of wine, dancing front and centre stage, pointing to Rosita and screaming "Rosita we love you!" Displaying my fine gymnast skills in the form of Rolly polly ing all over the park, and finding a random man with a guitar to play while I sang for him, Putting on Bekah's headphones, and serenading Dane with which was quite possibly the most horrific rendition of Mariah Carey's Always be my Baby I decided it was still a good idea to go to town. Bad call. BAD CALL. (I know the song was horrific, rebekah has it on video. Oh Joy.).

So the bad call, why so bad you ask? I'll tell you. I was headed to town to meet a couple of guys I don't know very well. Basic laws of social intelligence state that when you don't know someone very well, it's usually a good idea to be coherent. Ok, ok, so I wasn't THAT bad (I hope), but I was pretty cut. And they weren't. recipie for disaster right there. I think the evening started off relatively "well".. Just didn't end up so rosy. When after Rebekah bailing to go home, and guy 2 bailling to go home, I packed a tanty. That's right, I actually acted like a three year old and SULKED. "Hello, my name's Anilicious, and I act like a complete retard, bet you had fun hanging out with me!" Turns out he didn't. And who could blame him really? If someone acted like that around me I'd probably be more inclined to stay home and watch the History channel than go out and see him again.

So after said tantrum packing, I went with guy 1 to Lotus, bought a drink, and promptly decided I needed to be horizontal, and I needed it NOW. So seeing as I still live at home in the Hutt Valley (Quite fitting seeing as I am apparently three years old) I somehow managed to convince guy one to let me stay at his place, then get a free ride home in the morning. You know, rather than shelling out circa 80 hard earned bucks for a cab home.

In hindsight, that was a pretty bad call too. Guys talk, we know this. Even though NOTHING happened with Guy 1, Guy 2 is going to no doubt think that it did. So there we go then. Need to learn how to ruin all chances with a possible love interest? I'm avaliable for lessons.

Saturday cemented the bad call when guy 2 kindly told me I could do my own thing. Ha.

Then Sunday was TK Day. Awesome. Friends, sun, wine, Uncle Monkey (I love Steve, I love Steve, I love Steve! - Thanks Ronnie, you rock!) Came back to my garage and played Guitar Hero, Buzz and singstar. FUN TIMES for sure.

Monday night I may have just managed to score a potential date to rectify my drunkeness on Friday. Have to think of something different though.... tough work coming up with an interesting activity for two people who don't relaly know each other very well to do. But watch this space!

The Yew Kay

So, just got off the phone with my darling Jonny who's in the UK. We talked for like, an hour and twenty minutes. God! Time sure does fly when you're having fun huh!

He had a lot to say about the weather, mainly that it was SHIT! And dark, and he finds winter in the UK to be just about the most depressing thing ever.

He confirmed the shitness of the job market over there too. God. Last thing I need is for myself to actually finally make it over there on my big OE (which, lets face it, has been a LONG time coming) only to find it impossible to gain employment. I'd like to think that because I"m well educated, hard working, kiwi, with citizenship that I wouldn't have a problem. But I don't knwo that for sure - and apparently they're really narrow mnded over there. For instance Jonny had experience in Life Insurance, and wanted to branch out into general insurance. But apparently that was a no go! Sheesh.

He's also given me soemthing to investigate re: Russia. Ever since reading the Bronze Horseman (Thanks SHaron) I've been in love with Lenningrad (St Petersburg) and am dying to see it. But according to Jonny you can only go to Russia on a tour. Hmmmm I'm sure that's not the case, but what do I know eh? Will keep you posted if i find out different.

Did a budget the other day working out how much money I'll have by June, and it's not looking too bad actually. Must really stop spending though. As often as I say that. It never actually happens. FUCK, I have a severe problem. And I have too many clothes. Seriously, how much crap can one girl own? It's a feat in itself. Surely I deserve some sort of award? Need to photograph and become one with Trademe.

Georgie took me to the gym today, Gotta love that girl. Without her I'd probably spend every waking minute free in bed. But no, went to Le mIll, did Step for the first time in AGES, laughed my ass off when George went the wrong way, sat out the last session cause the trainer was on something, and nothing made sense. But felt good! I'm certainly a lot less fit than I used to be, which is a bugger, but I LOVED the feel of my new trackpants! Mmmmm climacool! I wasn't even hot. Amazing.

Need to stat training for upcoming duathlon. Shit, I better register for that too.

Last night was meant to go to Sarah's bday in town, had been looking forward to it all week.. even bought new dress! (bad Anilicious). But push came to shove, I had a nap, and didn't wake up in time! ARGH FOMO!

Next weekend I will NOT go to the Hutt on Friday night, and I WILL go to town on Saturday! Mark my words!

Pay day this wed, and it can't come soon enough. Yussss!

Quite simply, I love her.

Shoes

Man oh man do I love shoes!

I really love shoes. REALLY.

I know I'm not alone in this adorment either. Lots of ladies love shoes. But it's a love that is slightly worrying me.

With travel on the agenda at some stage, I'm starting to fret... how will I transport my many pairs of gorgeous shoes from little old NZ to the other side of the world? Quite obviously, I can't take every pair. But of course I must have a few pairs for options. For starters I'll need the basics:

- Work shoes (Covered toes, heels)
- Jandals (for that trip to the meddeteranian)
- Party Shoes (Of which I'll need a few. Leopard print, pink, black, and gold)
- Gym shoes
- Day time kick around shoes
- formal flats
- Boots

That's 7 genres. Am I missing any? Probably. But at this rate I'm going to need a suitcase devoted entirely to shoes. Which, if I was Victoria Beckham, or one of the girls of the Playboy mansion, wouldn't be a problem. But alas - I'm neither. And as such, a problem is posed.

I went to the Country road sale today, and managed to come out with a pair of high heeled sandals. oh they're gorge. yousee the pair I bough tthere last month are just too high. These are still high, but a more achievable height for everyday wear. I find I can't actually last in the original pair for more than an hour. But it's ok, because they make my legs look AMAZING. And so it's a pain I will power through.

My knees are giving way though, a direct result of a high heel obsession. This is not ideal. I refuse to stop wearing heels. Without them I look fat and stocky. With them I feel a million bucks. What would you do? Seriously now... wear the "healthy" ones, or wear the ones which make you feel good?

Anyway, have experienced sever PPCD (Post purchase cognitive dissonance) and am as such about to embark on a return journey to Country Road to ask for a refund. genevieve has kindly agreed to be my support person on this trip, and for that I thank her! have never been so good at asking for refunds from cfancy shops. Feel horrid!

So here it is.

My new blog. I'm gonna nurture it like a baby. Watch it grow. Feed it, love it. Make it wonderful.

Finally figured out how to customise this puppy.. so now I"m onto it. Need to find photos and quotes, and the perfect words.

Soon enough we shall see.

Hello 2009, I can't wait to get stuck in!