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| 06:14pm 05/07/2009 |
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I remember walking home and putting a welcome takeaways chip under the windscreen wiper of nearly every car I passed and thinking how nice I was to share my chips.
I remember being the only patrons in Denny's at 5am after driving out to Piha in the middle of the night.
I remember being told I was 'cute' by a short butch lesbian at a gay bar.
I remember pulling up at some rocky beach in Wellington were we all parked in a circle. our headlights lighting up the center then putting a plastic gazebo over top. And sleeping in my friend's boyfriends car with the two of them because my boyfriend so drunk he needed a car all to himself.
I remember getting a blood nose and leaving bloody hand prints all over a marion street flat.
I remember sharing a cigarette with a working tranny and then my boyfriend refusing to kiss me "where do you think their mouth was last?" and me suddenly realising.
I remember being told not to call a stripper by her real name.
I remember being fought over by all the gay men at an outdoor bar at 9am.
How about you? |
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| I'm odd |
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| 11:11pm 29/06/2009 |
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Me: Uh oh
*stares intently at corner of computer screen*
Elise: What?
Me: *still staring at intently corner of computer screen*
- a moment later -
Me: Phew!
Them: Huh?
Me: Well my computer battery was 11% and the time was 11:10 but the battery went down to 10% before it got to 11:11. If the time had gone 11:11 while the battery was still 11% well... well...
Elise: There'd be no belly button deep enough?
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| Half year resolutions |
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| 05:34pm 28/06/2009 |
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Last night I was sitting outside the departure lounge of gate 21 at Wellington Airport, chipping off midnight blue nail polish between chapters of an Emily Perkins novel. We were all rolling our eyes and sighing checking and re-checking the departures screen displaying that our flight had been delayed until 23:00 while the time read 23:08 and we hadn't even been allowed through security.
Today, I got up at 5pm, showered and decided to get dressed into the prettiest outfit I could think of. I had a few ideas of what to do with my day (read: night); take my emily perkins to a cafe and read it over a cup of tea, take the miniature rubber ducky I bought to find the nearest puddle, take whimsical photographs then caption them with equally whimsical and twee overlaid white text, get out my paints, decorate my room but it's late, dark in fact, so here's what I decided to to do;
I'm writing my half years resolutions so here goes.
- blog more (read: at all)
- do something creative everyday
- show appreciation
- ask questions and listen
- read more
- maintain a living space that I enjoy
- give running a try*
- make more friends and stay in contact with the ones I have
- cook more (read: assemble... salads are my forte)
* I'm not going to declare something stupid like "Run for an hour everyday" but I think at least giving it a try is a pretty goal to aspire to. |
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| 07:22pm 24/04/2009 |
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Guess who's the new 'Listings Coordinator' for The Groove Guide? Booya
To see gigs or to upload your own: http://www.realgroove.co.nz/Gigs.aspx
Other than that.... what's new?
My car got broken into the other night, I still haven't cleaned the criminal blood off (they smashed a window). Didn't take anything valuable though... idiots.
I am epically stressed. Yeah.
Follow me on twitter: http://twitter.com/aaannarose or at least let me know yours so I can follow you! :) |
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| Mission Impossible |
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| 01:19pm 02/04/2009 |
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So I want to go to New York this summer. By my approximation flights will be about $4000, and if I want to be there for 4 months, needing say $600/week to cover expenses (is this figure realistic?) then that would come to a total of around $14,000.
Given that there are only 28 weeks until now and when I would want to leave, I would need to make/save/steal $500 a week. Given that my weekly income after rent is around $170... this seems impossible right?
*puts thinking hat on*
Any ideas? you know... besides prostitution. |
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| Andy, you're a star |
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| 09:42pm 28/03/2009 |
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1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.
4. Tag 25 friends.
5. Everyone tagged has to do the same thing.
6. Have Fun!
IF SOMEONE SAYS 'ARE YOU OKAY' YOU SAY?
Close
HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?
Thank U
WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
Sherry Fraser
HOW ARE YOU FEELING TODAY?
Good Day, Good Sir
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
Wait a Minute
WHAT'S YOUR MOTTO?
Black Thumbnail
WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Give 'em hell, kid
WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
A little less sixteen candles, a little more "touch me"
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
On Call
WHAT IS 2 + 2?
Under the stars
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
Where is your heart
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Rehab
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Me Mrs Jones
WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Gallon Ascots
WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
C.S. Lewis
WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Hearts and bones
WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST??
Slow education
WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR??
Have a good time
WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
Hang 'em high
WHAT DO YOU WANT RIGHT NOW?
Ease down the road
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
My party
WHAT WILL YOU REPOST THIS AS?
Andy, you're a star |
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| 11:46pm 26/03/2009 |
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"You're so nice and you're so smart
You're such a good friend I have to break your heart
Tell you that I love you then I'll tear your world apart
Just pretend I didn't tear your world apart" |
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| 12:17am 18/03/2009 |
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I'm having this workshopped in class on Friday. Wonder how they will pull it apart. Eep.
A Winter Waiting
A pierced punk covered in patches, hunches elbows on knees, spitting between his doc martens. I stare a little too long and alliterate about him in my mind. A bus trumpets past like a stampeding elephant, angry and hurried.
I contemplate the unseasonal heat, seeing my scarved, jacketed reflection in a bus wearing the wrong number. An apathetic stranger stares back. I feel no need to avert my gaze, hidden behind sunglasses.
Cigarette smoke wafts from clothes and butts and mouths. 017 Westmere, 043 Mt Albert, wrong number after wrong number. I sweat and stare. LEDs count down the minutes inaccurately yet we crane our necks and shield our eyes in salute to the clock. 'DLY', no shit.
Folding and refolding the last ride’s ticket, softening it with damp fingers, I play at guessing the age of passers-by. Surely she’s no younger than 15. No younger than 14?... 13? It’s hard to tell.
I squint against the afternoon sun, staring through the clogged traffic willing my number to appear. Shiny trophy cars, “Remuera muddy” four wheel drives, overloaded trucks, a ginger training bus, bare armed labourers in vans, pedestrians weaving in between…
My number's up. |
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| 08:42pm 07/03/2009 |
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Anyone want a ticket to WOMAD, with 3 day camping pass? I cannae go. |
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| 11:56am 05/03/2009 |
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Anna is sad. Anna is a sore loser. Anna is quite gutted akshully. Anna is bitter. Anna might cry. Anna will get over herself shortly. Anna can think of 100 excuses but none of them change the outcome. Anna has a bruised ego. Anna is upset over something so lame she wont even tell you what it is. Anna is leading the pity parade. Anna needs pizz0r... and candy... and to get over herself.
*sigh*
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| Valentines Day Rant |
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| 10:17pm 17/02/2009 |
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Ok here it is.
It pisses me off when people are all (must be said in whiny mocking voice) "Oh I don't celebrate Valentines Day, it's just a commercial holiday, my loved one and I express our love in our own time..." etc, etc, puke.
Let me say, FUCK OFF YOU FUCKING TWATS! FFS! If you're a materialistic dick, you're a materialistic dick regardless of the date. The same applies if you're not. Sensible intelligent folk don't just *poof* into commercial wankers when February comes around, or at least I don't.
I see Valentines Day as a day to celebrate love, not necessarily just romantic love. The love we share with family, friends, significant other's, whoever. So there's no need for singles to get their grump on. Man the fuck up and do something nice for one of your friends you twat! or yourself for that matter! Last year I made my mother heart shaped cookies with pink icing. This year Emerson and I made our friend Elise a whole bunch of personalised gift vouchers (nerdery, cooking, massage, etc). Both gifts made with materials I had already.
We all know we should tell people we care about how we feel more often, so what the fuck is wrong with a day dedicated to it?
GRRR.
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| I'm not a writer |
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| 02:07pm 03/02/2009 |
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I think I always preferred to type. I'm not a writer. I abandoned that illegible scribble as soon as my fingers felt the clickity clack of an early 90's keyboard. A pen feels ugly in my hand, the words don't flow smoothly, the movement is stilted. Words escape unhindered out of my fingers onto the screen. I remember thinking that a computer was useless without a printer, all I saw was a glorified typewriter. These were the days before the internet, or rather, the days before it filled every facet of our lives. Now I can type, and post, and archive and email and translate and whatever the hell I want. I'm not a writer, I type. That's what I do.
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| 05:17pm 28/01/2009 |
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Last year:
★ Moved to a new city.
✩ Got my full driver license.
★ Drove with a trailer for the first time.
✩ Discovered I'm actually smart.
★ Learned to cook for myself (it's not great, but it does the job)
✩ Found and moved to a new flat without "adult" help.
★ Had a long distance relationship.
✩ Discovered I'd been cheated on... twice.
★ My parents separated.
✩ Had a mental break down and dropped a paper at university
★ Went to counseling for the first time.
✩ Was student rep for year 1 BCS at AUT and did all sorts of student rep stuff.
★ Gave away my acoustic guitar and acquired an ibanez bass guitar.
✩ Started going blonde again.
★ Got a job at a catering company and at a Beauty Salon.
So far, this year:
✩ Hugged Kristin Hersh and told her she was at the top of my scale of awesome.
★ Got an internship at Real Groove Magazine.
✩ Vowed to continue being awesome.
Et toi? |
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| Q & A |
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| 11:10am 03/12/2008 |
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Have you met me irl? If so:
1. Did you know me online first?
2. Was I drunk/drinking when you first met me?
3. Name three words that describe me (from your irl interactions). |
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| 02:06pm 27/11/2008 |
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1. When did you get your first eftpos card?
2. How long do you leave your conditioner in for?
3. Do often do you make your bed?
4. What are you doing for christmas/new years?
5. What is something of note that has happened this year?
my answers:
1. 13 or 14 and I thought I was the shit.
2. As long as humanly possible, pretty much the whole length of the shower
3. Once a week maybe.
4. Christmas at my uncles, new years tagging along on some roadtrip somewhere.
5. I got my full license! |
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| Keeping you on my greeting card file. |
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| 01:59pm 27/11/2008 |
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Please please please give me your postal address so I can send you a sparkly festive treat!
Don't think, oh, she doesn't mean me... YES, I DO MEAN YOU! DO IT! PLEASE?!
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