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So…. have you all been waiting in anticipation of an update on the lawyer? or the asshat flatmate? Well here it is…

The Lawyer

Following on from successful dinner number one, there have been two more. The third one wasn’t entirely planned. We were supposed to have a ‘chat’, which we did. Then he got me drunk and cooked me dinner (in that order!) and I stayed over. On a school night! Monday morning was a little rough to say the least and going to see Cats for a friends birthday on Tuesday didn’t help the fatigue any… it’s been a long week, thank goodness it’s a long weekend and I get Monday off work.

And the chat? Relatively straightforward, it went something like this:

Him "I don’t want a relationship"

Me "I want to get married and have babies, but that ain’t happening anytime soon, so until either of us finds someone more appropriate, what’s wrong with this?"

Him *eventual, though concerned agreement*

He bought up the age thing again. I really can’t understand what the problem is, it’s a total non-issue for me. Oh yea, another conversation:

Him "You’re 26 right?"

Me " um…. ask me again in a couple of months"

Him "oh crap, it’s even worse than I thought!"

tehehe! 

The Asshat

Has continued with the asshat activities. In the weekend she cleaned the windowsill in the bathroom. Just the windowsill. Not the basin or the shower or the stuff we actually use. Just the windowsill. So last night we had a ‘chat’ which was largely me saying ‘you do NOTHING, you’ve never cleaned the toilet, you spend an hour in the bathroom at a time, we never know if you’re even home or not because your bedroom door is always closed’. Her justification? She works nights so it’s hard. And yep, I can agree it’s hard on the social front, but it’s not hard on the cleaning front. Some days she doesn’t start work till 5pm, giving her ALL day to clean something. She was also home for the full two days before our last house inspection and she did nothing in those two days. Oh, and she also cleaned the tap over the basin at the same time as the windowsill. You can just imagine my reaction to that!

Anyway, she asked if I wanted her to move out, and I said it’s up to her, she’s welcome to say but we’d need to see a 100% improvement. She doesn’t feel that’s possible, especially because she is going back to studying this semester. Me and other flatmate think this is crap, I have a full time job and will also be studying this semester, flatmate has two jobs and studys full time. Asshat will still be the one who has the least commitments and will spend the most time at home. She also mentioned money and that it was too expensive for her. I cannot get my head around this, she is paying exactly the same as she has paid for the past 3 years in the hostel. Plus her ‘going back to study’ is only 1-2 papers, so she could still work exactly the same hours, she just needs to stop being so lazy and spend a couple of hours studying each day instead of spending god knows how many hours staring at her computer screen watching dvd’s and movies and playing stupid time-wasting games.

She is signed up till November here, but I said 3 weeks would be a reasonable length of notice to give if she decides to move out (that’s standard if you’re not on a fixed term lease here), we can trade one person on the lease, so long as I’m here till November. So I’m kinda glad that it’s up to her. Obviously it’s far more ideal if she moves out, especially seeing as she doesn’t seem prepared to make any further effort (though she did clean the bathroom today! First time in 6 mths), but I’m leaving it up to her. The only annoying thing is that other flatmate leaves for 3 weeks in Canada in the weekend, so looking for a new flatmate could be problematic. We’ve agreed that I will look for someone and if I find someone who seems good, we will make it conditional on her meeting them and giving the final go ahead when she gets back. I’m the fussier one and know what I want in a flatmate, so it will kinda work out well that I do all the interviewing and stuff.

Other stuff…

So… while things with the lawyer are great, and the flat situation which I was really hating on before yesterday is getting resolved, work still sucks big time. I’m going to spend one of the long weekend days cleaning up my CV and writing job applications. I’m a little worried that I’m not going to be able to find something that will pay well enough, plus I’m up for a pay review this week which will add a few more $$ to the weekly paycheck making the gap even bigger again. But I think it has to be done, I’m just not going where I want to with this role.

So now you’re all caught up I’m going in search of a hot drink, then going to play my own time wasting game

Hey! I’m back! At last, it’s been a while, I just haven’t found anything inspiring to write about (not that I’m ever particularly inspiring/inspired!). However, I’ve had a good couple of days. I’ll share once the bitching part of this post has ended. I just arrived home from 3 nights away and found the mail on my bed. Power bill, high, and also included a letter which basically said ‘we advise you to stay on your same plan because we don’t know enough about you’. Thanks for the oh so helpful info. Next up, a new credit card. Issue date: beginning of January. How the heck did it take so long to get to me?! There was no date on the letter (isn’t that like the first rule of letter writing? Write. The. Date.) and the previous card was issued not two weeks before the last one. Plus they said my old card would expire in a couple of weeks. Is that a couple of weeks after the issue date or a couple of weeks from the day the mail arrived?! Cos I’ve been using that card with no problems. WeIrD. I’m ringing them tomoro to say ‘wtf?!’. Then right after that I’m ringing my parents health insurance company. I rang with a simple query, mostly unrelated to my current policy, and gave them my address for some one-off info to be sent. Today I find they have sent me a huge package of information addressed to my Dad. I never said ‘update my details’. I certainly never said ‘update my whole family’s details, even though they live in another city and haven’t moved house in ten years’. *sigh*. How can all three pieces of mail cause me to waste so much time sorting out other people’s BS mistakes?!?! At least it will fill in the morning at work tomorrow!

Now, onto the great weekend. I headed south for work on Friday, turns out it was kind of a waste of time for the organisation because my colleague went early and did almost everything! Nevermind, I got to meet an awesome friend of mine, finally. He’s the one who always sends me stuff and remembers my birthday. You know the one, I sent him some home baking a while back. So N and I went out for dinner and it was like we had met already in the past, cos he was so familiar. We’ve spent heaps of time chatting on msn and the phone, and using webcams, so it was totally cool. Right before he was due to show up I started getting a little nervous and thinking ‘omg, what if I have NOTHING to say?!’. Turns out I couldn’t shut up (thanks to the house sav blanc no doubt!) and I probably told him stuff he’s heard a hundred times before, but he’d listen as if it was the first time. Then he took me to the airport (arrived 15 mins before the plane was due to take off! I was a little panicked lol) and I went to my next destination (home city). Then a little later I was thinking ‘hmm… I’m sure N’s birthday is in March, argh, I hope I haven’t missed it AGAIN!’. Checked on Facebook. Sure enough, 6 March, totally missed it. I’m the worst friend ever! He paid for dinner and everything and I couldn’t even remember to say ‘happy birthday’. I suck. So I emailed him apologising profusely and he said ‘it’s ok, I had some easter eggs in the car that I clean forgot to give you at the airport’. Uh, thanks, but that doesn’t make me feel better!! He bought me dinner AND easter eggs and I didn’t even wish him a late happy birthday…. *sigh*. I’m a disorganised wreck. This is just one example, I also left half of what I needed back here. I had to race out to the gas station first thing Saturday morning (in my mum’s Merc) to buy tampons. See? Disorganised wreck.

Anyhoo, onto home city, and it was so great to catch up with my friend and her kids. I did remember their birthdays and gave one of the girls a cute little handbag (totally regifted from my grandma, it’s cute for 5 yo’s, not 25 yo’s ) and a necklace, then took my friend out to see The Other Boleyn Girl. Was actually pretty well done, with all the costumes and accents and stuff, but not anything to rave about overall. I also bought the kids easter eggs, and when I was passing the lotto kiosk I grabbed a ticket on the way through. Checked it this morning while I was passing by another kiosk with my mum. Turns out I won!!! Not 1st division, I’m far from a millionaire, but a nice little bonus to stash in the bank for a rainy day! Lucky my bank is open on Sunday’s in the mall so I walked 20 metres from the kiosk to the bank and put most of it right into my account. So did a little more shopping than anticipated, and paid for the coffee seeing as I couldn’t very well feign poverty. Made it home tonight, eventually, cursed the mail, wrote this, now I’m off to bed. I’ve got just enough time to get in 8 hours sleep. Night!

My bed, the bane of my life at times, is now here in my new city with me!!

It has been three looooong years since I slept on my beloved bed, two of those spent in single size hostel beds (never again!). It has has travelled all the way from Christchurch, on trucks and boats. And where am I sleeping tonight? Go on.. take a guess……. yup, you got it, CHRISTCHURCH! And not even my other old bed in chch, but the scummiest bed in the house, the one the dog usually sleeps on, ew! Damn visitors… My mum is having a part-ay for her 50th birthday, which is actually in a months time, but she decided not to share her birthday with christmas and new year, which is fair enough, and suits me fine cos I get an extra trip to chch out of it!

I think my Dad packaged the bed better than they did at the factory when I first bought it!

I was going to post a pic of Chippa, my new BFF, but my flatmates (to whom she is now ‘the traitor’) took her to Auckland for the weekend, cos I wasn’t gonna be home to look after her.  I took her for a walk up the hill last night, she was sooo fucking funny and adorable all at the same time! She kept picking on all the bushes, ripping big branches off them, at one point she wrestled a branch the size of her half way down the hill, even after she got a huge bit stuck in the roof of her mouth and I had to reach in and fish it out (ew!).

I went swimming today!! It was sooo great, I really enjoyed it (for me, enjoying anything exercise related is wEirD!), I think I’ve probably swam laps about 3 times in the past 9 years? Maybe even less than that! before that I swam for about 4 years in primary/intermediate school (age 9-13), and even before that I have vague memories of having lessons when I was about 4 or 5.

It was (almost) emotional! I (almost) felt like crying after the first lap cos I was thinking ‘why the hell did I wait so damn long to get in a pool?!’ Anyway, my plan now is to go 2-3 times a week, mon/wed/fri mornings when it’s nice and quiet (cept for the asshole who kept getting in way cos he should have been in the fast lane). I started in the slow lane, but after 2 laps I was done with that, moved on up to the next level! Swam about 500 metres total, not a bad effort for the first time. Only downside - water in my ears!! One of my ears is fully blocked up with water, maybe I should invest in some earplugs.

So that’s the first thing, here’s the second:

Comments: do you prefer personal responses, responses in the comments sections or no response at all? I was adding to your comments, but it is so much easier to just hit reply when I get the email notification! Let me know your thoughts.

I’m off the optometrist soon, wish me luck, I REALLY don’t want a new prescription!! Not after my car crapped out on me in the weekend and I had to buy a new battery. And I also paid my first ever parking fine today. So yea, feeling a little broke right now. Actually feeling a LOT broke as opposed to the usual neverending little broke that plagues students lives.

Still waiting for the call about my job, I’m really hoping I’ll know by the end of today!

Two signs I am doing the right thing:

1. I had lunch with my boy cousin today, he asked me to sub-let his room from mid-Nov (my contract finishes here on 15th Nov) till the end of January because he is moving back to Auckland before his lease runs out.

2. I had dinner with my girl cousin tonight, she has lots of friends who are moving around the world over the next few months, so I have found someone who needs to get rid of bedroom furniture right around the time I will be needing some.

I will have to think some more about M’s room offer, I’m not 100% sure about that one, but the timing of both these coincidental events is absolutely perfect considering my decisions of yesterday!

I love PostSecret, and another couple of similar sites I’ve found, but for the first time a picture/postcard really struck me as being ….. I don’t know what! I can’t describe it in words, but I love it so much, it’s the first time I ever right-clicked a postcard to save it. It does describe me very well, but there’s something about the picture, the words on any other picture just wouldn’t have grabbed my attention the same, so here it is, from LJsecret.
 

I want to rasterbate it, but I’m not sure how will it will turn out… 

So I said I wasn’t going to bitch anymore, and I’m not, but I do have to say this:

Is it just me or is it really wEiRd that certain people I may or may not live with put their dental floss and hair from their hairbrush down the toilet?! Maybe it’s just me but the only things I ever put down toilets are those associated with it’s designated purpose… and maybe the odd goldfish or two in the past…

wEiRd? or not?