Time... or lack thereof.

I just don't have enough time to do everything.

And I am just so tired. I don't have the energy.

I'm beginning to feel like I'm drowning.

Countdown to hell....

I have about a month to find a job before the shit hits the fan. All because of these people and their petty bureaucracy:

I am ONE point away from qualifying as a full time student.

I need to be a full time student in order to qualify for living costs and/or student allowance (living costs come from my student loan which I have to pay back but allowance is a benefit for students).

I don't have an issue with getting a job, I need one anyway, but now there is pressure to work a minimum of 16 hours per week (normally you can't if you are on Studylink because you can't earn over $200 p/w). Not difficult, but I need an employer who is willing to work around my class schedule. That, and finding a job with little experience (I have lots of kitchen experience (cooking/kitchen hand/food prep etc) but not keen for that again). There are plenty of jobs going but all require previous experience and no one is willing to give it.

Normally I would be fine because I would take 6 papers over the year but because I have change my degree I only need to do four core design papers, totaling 80 points. I threw in an extra paper to bring me up to 95 points, but now I am one short. I don't want to do extra papers because A) I am lazy and don't want to make extra effort, and B) I have to pay for them and at approx. $900 per paper, I am not to keen on wasting money, even if the loan is interest free.

Grrrrrr!! Stupid bureaucratic bullshit.

The world is moving on...

I feel sad. The world is moving on (by the world, I mean just the internet) and leaving me behind.

After living in the dark ages for so long, checking the blog roll almost gave me a heart attack.

 'If The Lampshade Fits', a favorite blog of mine, is apparently lost and cannot be found.

I'll check again tomorrow before I start mourning.


On a happier note, I should have working internet in the Hole by Friday. Super exciting!



The image is from Google. I took a screen capture but I couldn't upload it.

Things you learn. Part Two.

Note: This was written yesterday morning, I just got access to internet to post it. And yes, I am happy to post incriminating posts and photos.

Once again, hindsight is a beautiful thing (so is blogging whilst intoxicated by the way).

1. Texting is fine. Calling on the other hand is not. Which leads straight to number 2.
2. DON'T CALL PEOPLE! Especially your best friend to tell her that her boyfriend is a total douche and that she deserves better, even if it IS true.
3. Don't listen to friends who tell you to top your cellphone using your credit card (prepay is more popular than plans in NZ) when you are both intoxicated.
4. Don't spend $10 of credit calling your friend to say something you could say in a text message.
5. Don't drink 2 bottles of wine (well, over a bottle of wine, plus one bottle of bubbly) . See photo.

One day I will learn (Shut up, I'm 20 and a university student. You did this too when you were my age and you know it). Though I did eat dinner this time, and DID NOT try weed (or whatever you want to call it).

The back story for this post is that it is New Years Eve (I'll post this in the morning, when I have internet. It is currently 2am), and a friend came over for dinner with wine, which we drunk then went and got more. Plus a bottle of cheap champagne ('cos I am easy like that (take that any way you like :P )).

End of story, we go see what is happening in town, come home, open said bottle of bubbly, I drink it, call bestie (who I was texting at the time), tell her that her BF is a dick/douche/wanker/prick/asshole/scum of the earth (take your pick, I used all of them. She agreed with me too but that's a long story) and that she deserves better.

Anyway, I am now sitting here while friend (wine friend, not bestie) has gone to sleep in flat-mates bed, listening to Beethoven and Beyonce (nice mix btw).

Anyway, Happy New Year people.

(Side note: my champagne flute has a crack in it. It didn't before when I put it in the dishwasher a few hours ago. Bugger.)

Getting ugly....

This is me at the moment. Decaffeinated.

Tired, cranky and just plain bitchy.

I want coffee and I want it now.

Internetless and isolated.

On holiday with the fam-bam for christmas.

It is like a trip to hell..... really. It has.

I have a total bitch for a sister. So no internet access for 2 weeks, hence the lack of posting (I know, someone with forethought would've lined posts up and been prepared. Alas, I am lazy).

Major props to my shopping bestie for letting me use her net for a few mins.

Yawn... I live under a rock now.

Because I am awesome, and no longer live with an internet connection (and currently have no furniture, but whatever), my live has suddenly become much less interesting.

Also, since I am no longer in touch with the world, I don't have anything interesting to write about, cos no one want to read about how I can't finish setting up my power because I don't know which of the 6 meters in my building is mine (Yes, I have power, but fuck knows who is paying for it).

So life is boring.

Naive much?

Well, the old man just learnt [side note, isn't learnt a word?] the hard way about buying things off auction sited like ebay/graigslist/trademe.

He bought a motor for the van [it kicked the bucket]. It doesn't go. It won't start.

Oh dear. And I was relying on the van to get all my crap [namely my bed] out of this shit hole of a village [yes, village. Sad no?] and into civilization.

Bugger.