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March 2005
31 March
Ok, all the photos are there now. Sadly my digital ones were heaps better... and cheaper. Stupid film. STUPID FILM! It seems no one will develop film anymore either. I had to go to a local place who ripped me off... but gave me a kicky plastic watch. Kicky. I can't figure out how to change the time on it though. Anyway... go look at my photos and sign the guestbook and tell me how cool Karekare beach looks. GO ON! GO!
30 March
Well, for those of you who noticed I was gone... I'm back. Back in Wellington. Back, yet this time I come wielding a cold. And the miserable weather is not helping my mood.
Where was I? I was in Christchurch for REM, in New Plymouth for REM, in Auckland for Karekare beach fun... and... in between for the sake of getting from point A to point B. Road trips do rule, but when you're constantly driving through patches of torrential rain, it can get pretty tedious.
I put photos up... some pxts and some proper photos. I still have 2 films to develop (none of them are of REM though unfortunately because I didn't take a camera either time), so there will be more to add... which may thrill someone, somewhere. Feast your eyes upon the visual splendor that the North Island has to offer... and cast your eyes over the delights of what Australia has to offer in the form of my delightful partner in crime.
16 March
I saw my happy little fighting couple again canoodling in the same park the other night. Young love. So sweet. I also lost a frisbee in a tree. That park is cursed.
I always thought that people who worked in music stores were the biggest know-it-alls in the world (and secretly love it and long to be one of them... go WINZ go!). It seems a new bred of pet store clerks have taken over in the quest for most arrogant assistance providers. Well, I had to replace the frisbee (or Fly-Do... cute no?) so I went to the Real Groovy of the pet store world... Animates. I'm sorry, but a black labrador, as beautiful as it is should NOT cost nearly 900 dollars. I got my little bundle of fluffy smelly doggy love for 100 bucks. Much like an "imported" copy of Wellwater Conspiracy should not cost 45 dollars. It too, is a MUTT.
Er, anyway. I just find that the way in which they regurgitate information that other, smarter people have given them in such an obnoxious manner left it so it took me all my decency not to ram a "Puppy Kong" up this person's arse. I'm buying a fucking frisbee. I don't need a lecture on what will make my dog overweight and give her di-dies. That's what we pay the aforementioned VET for. Certainly not for her witty repartee. I don't need your opinion on why dogs should only be allowed one bone per fortnight. I don't care about puppy food. She's 2 years old. I don't need tips on her breeds behaviour. All I need you to do is swipe the little barcode and not give me attitude when I try to select CHQ on my credit card.
I ask you, does this look like a troubled dog?
9 March
I NEED A HEEEEEROOOO! I'M HOLDING OUT FOR HEERROOOOO TILL THE END OF THE NIIII-IIGHT!!!!
So anyway, while walking my dog tonight I came across two "young adults" having a scrap in a dark dark corner of a park walkway. He was grabbing her arm and pushing her against a railing, and she was screaming and yelling "KILL ME THEN!"
Being the brave young lady that I am, I squeaked out a hearty "Oi" which went unnoticed. So I used my super mean tough gangsta voice and yelled "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" which got his attention.
He put his arm around her and led her away. I asked if she was ok and she said she was fine. Umm... ok.
As they walked away arm in arm, I crept like a stealthy warrior in the shadows along a path through the park, keeping an eye on them as they walked up towards the main road... just incase my shaking legs (from having to use my outdoor voice) stopped and I had to fly to her aid using my dog's retractable leash Ninja-style on his ass. They started scrapping again and she was yelling at him about something and he took off down the street, with her sprinting after him. He disappeared, leaving her alone under a street light.
A few minutes later I passed her on the corner and she smiled at me weakly asking someone on her phone to pick her up.
I walked off with my dog who surely would have come to MY aid had this guy not been afraid of me for some reason (must have been my use of the word fuck...) thinking about Police 10-7, or... actually... Crimewatch ("Is it Crimewatch time again? Gosh, didn't that month just fly by?!") and what brilliantly cutting remark I would have made had this guy not been a little sissy bitch.
Anyway, half an hour later I saw them again holding hands. Whatever floats your boat.
8 March
The ridiculousness just goes on and on and on. My boss overheard me telling someone I wanted him to be hit in a drive by. Ha... ha... whoops.
We went to see the Violent Femmes last weekend. Once again... BAD SMELLY CROWD... and why in God's name would you think it was a good idea to hurl full bottles of water at the band? I mean... if I'm given water at a concert I... drink it. Maybe I'm old fasioned. Maybe I'm a fuddy duddy. Maybe hitting the 7 foot tall giant gingerbread man bass player in the chest with your bottle is the essence of rock n roll.
I got his pick too.
I'm absolutely fucking desperate for accomodation in New Plymouth in a couple of weeks. Who'd have thought REM would be so popular with the kids? I can't get a motel anywhere in Taranaki. I'm even contemplating driving down to Wanganui after the show to sleep. You could blame me for leaving it until the last minute. You could. If you were that kind of person.
The urge to listen to REM's new album just isn't there. I listened to it up until Q-Tip started rapping. I have to force myself. I'm paying hundreds of dollars to see a band play twice and I look upon listening to their new album as an arduous homework task. Ahh well, who cares? It's REM.
That's about enough excitement out of me I think.
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