Today is Good Friday. Personally I have no idea what that means but it has been such a lovely day. I did sweet fuck all and it was wonderful.
Unfortunately it felt like a Sunday so I got confused. Doubly unfortunate… I was volunteered to help Boo move by Heather.
So off we jetted like Batman and Robin to help Boo transfer all her stuff from the YWCA to her new location. Hooker central.
No Boo ain’t a hooker, it seems her street is where hookers go. Anyway, she was exhausted. Because Heather had plied us with Lift Plus energy drinks we were fine.
We packed and sorted and lifted and walked and carried and three and a half hours later we were done.
We had a few funny moments, such as Boo getting lost in her new building and a random guy sitting next to his car in the carpark for the entire time.
We think he was either a pimp or he was cheating on his significant other and the person was late.
My hands hurt and I do like Grant’s reward which is booze, but Boo helped with the petrol so that was nice. I’m also glad that we did it because it would have been way too much for her and her Dad to do it. And if Gaga was there he would have got in the way and not really helped. He’s not really the helpful physical type with his delicate nature.
Talked about the Friendzone and UTI’s following climaxing.
And I lost the giant teddy which was suppose to come home with me. I don’t mean lost lost… I mean lost as in Boo repossessed it. Ah well, it was hers to begin with.
Blog title reference: Eat Sleep Rave Repeat (Calvin Harris Remix) by Fatboy Slim featuring Riva Starr and Beardyman
Today was my last day at course. And while it wasn’t particularly exhausting… heading there today during a storm was fun.
But it cleared up by the time I had to head into town. Heather made a Chocolate Coconut Slice which was the rage of the town or office and was demolished in two and a half hours.
Though obviously listening isn’t some peoples forte since I said that I didn’t make it but by the end, smiling and nodding at people I’m only going to see sometimes now was way easier.
Headed into Boo’s to help with more packing and super glue a handle back onto the window. She doesn’t have that much big stuff but does have a lot of little things like DVD’s and books.
I get her huge teddy bear for now until she repossesses it.
Oh and in course we had a wine tasting. And we had to explain what we tasted etc as one does with wine tasting.
So some of my more “adventurous” explanations were:
- "Strawberry Hubba Bubba"
- "Pear mixed with petrol"
- "Preteen who has entered puberty"
- "Oil of Olay"
Well that’s way I smelled anyway… or my palate dictated.
God it’s early. At least it’s Good Friday tomorrow.
Blog title reference: Right Thurr by Chingy
I had too much coffee today.
Within the space of six hours I had
2 instant coffees
1 percolated coffee
1 flat white
And I was cut off by Hajung. Which was good because I regret it now. Boy do I regret it. And it’s seven hours later. Haha. Who am I kidding? I don’t regret many things and regretting drinking too much coffee is silly.
Not that the two instants and one green tea once I got home helped. I am going to have one of the biggest coffee hangovers in the history of me.
Apparently, Channing Tatum is going to be taking over the role of Wolverine from Hugh Jackman. This makes me sad.
Mainly because I think Channing Tatum would suck at being Wolverine. I know I have the worlds biggest… soft spot for Hugh but they could find someone better.
Awkward is back and is as horrible as ever.
And The Valleys ended in what was a lackluster season.
I think it’s time to sleep especially since it’s going to be pissing down tomorrow.
Blog title reference: Me by Hugh Jackman & Rachael Beck from Disney’s Beauty & the Beast (Original Australian Cast)
It’s been 9 months today. 9 whole fucking months. And it’s a boy. Well it’s me. In one more hour or less, my sentence is over.
And I don’t mean some metaphorical sentence. I mean my actual sentence laid upon me by the Ministry of Courts/Ministry of Justice in New Zealand.
I would go into the whats and whys and whos but I don’t really feel like it. Especially since, apparently and according to Heather, I “managed to get” a lunar eclipse/blood moon to happen on my very last day of my sentence.
Which is weird. Since it means new beginning which is exactly what I need.
But it’s finally over soon and I don’t know how I feel even while I look at this huge bowl of coffee grinds I picked up today from outside Mobil for my garden. Don’t worry. I didn’t steal it. They were free. And not fraud free. But actual free to a good home free.
Alternatively, Heather has hit the Boo zone when it comes to medical tests which she is nervous about. Fair enough to be honest but she will be fine. And when I say Boo zone… I don’t mean she needs an emergency Starbucks.
Seriously… when is Starbucks ever a life and death situation unless its a hostage one but those are far and few between.
Oh and as for mentioning the sty at was my room last night… not any more since my room flooded. Fun times.
At least my room will smell like coffee.
Blog title reference: Game of Thrones by Taylor Davis
The celebrity cameos at the beginning were awesomely funny.
Today was interesting. Apart from the fact that it wasn’t until I was peeing at 4.30 in the afternoon that I remembered it was my father’s birthday… today has been interesting.
And by interesting I mean this entry will probably cause feels but its better an empty house than a bad tenant right? Right?!
Went to course and there was the usual mix of ragtag coursees. Including an ambi. What’s an ambi? Someone whose gender is ambiguous. Is it a girl? Is it a boy? I have no idea really. On the other hand s/he was the lesbian hipster version of my ex-bestie, Wesley. It is scary how common a look he has. She also was a cutter.
From the spoils of the slice-off, I took some Ginger Crunch which was a hit. As I suspected.
Walked with Hajong to the Symonds Street/Grafton Bridge intersection. She is a lovely Korean girl I met in course.
Why was I heading to town? To see Boo’s new digs of course. Does digs mean place still? I don’t know. Don’t really care.
And while moving some shit between her old place and new place, who do I bump into? My sister, Kelli. And her two kids I have nicknamed Mog and Roo. Of all the Mexicali restaurants she could have had to visit at the exact time we were walking past on our Dad’s birthday is quite small. But it happened.
Devil’s advocacy is my forte at the moment especially when comes to a certain 8 year old jerk. So he lied to his mother again. And while I don’t agree with the approach… actually I just don’t agree with it altogether. He shouldn’t be rewarded for being a little shit. While it would have “killed” my parents more by taking something away, it placed boundaries. No ifs. No buts. No grandparental overrides. In this case it really just shows the other kids that even if they are naughty, they will still get rewarded. Personally, I think its an insane approach but if its broken, why bother fixing it.
While I don’t have kids myself, I’ve been helping raised kids since I was a kid. It comes hand in hand with being the eldest. But it is just advice which is only regurgitated nostalgia covered in glitter to make it seem more appealing. And I’m not really an important aspect in these kids lives anyway so I may as well just take a backseat and observantly judge which is what I do well anyway. Guess I’m just used to a pecking order/hierarchy and always find it odd when others don’t have a thing.
I think it has a lot to do with my Mum’s words when I was younger. “You should never be made to feel guilty by someone that treats you like shit.”
Don’t get me wrong. Writing this doesn’t mean I think “oh bad parenting”. It makes me think that I need new headphones and that its time for full on tough love otherwise the monster that is already there will just get worse. Seriously, I have never met sure a horrible acting towards their mother 8 year old in all my life. Especially with what she does for him. Speaking of monsters… Joffrey Baratheon died today on Game of Thrones. If I hadn’t skimmed the plot of A Song of Ice & Fire a couple of years back I would have been all excited. Instead I’m all excited because it finally happened.
As for the kitchen. Fuck! Once I pay board here again. Shit is gonna change. Like fuck am I living in a sty. Says the guy whose room is a sty at the moment but room… ok. Kitchen. No.
At least I have tomorrow “off” so I guess I have that going for me.
Blog title reference: Duel of the Fates by John Williams from Star Wars: Episode I - The Phantom Menace.
Captain’s log: Stardate 73928-298373-27161A
Oh my God I am tired. I know it’s self-inflicted since I did get my drank on last night.
I really don’t have anything to report today. Today was as eventful as a sand dune in the Sahara on a sunny day.
Didn’t even watch anything that interesting either.
In regards to yesterday’s blognote, the “12 year old” I was referring to is Australian Justin Bieber-wannabe, Jai Waetford.
I wonder what I’m doing tomorrow. I know we get Delvene again tomorrow since Grant doesn’t do Mondays so it should be abusively fun.
I gots to talking with an old school mate today as well on Facebook. He’s always been a nice guy compared to the fake nice guys or “Because I say I’m nice, means that I am nice” guys that I’ve met over the decades.
Randomly, I’ve always thought that Jesse Eisenberg comes across as being a pretentious cockmonger.
Well back to watching Injustice.
Blog Title Reference: But Not Tonight by Scott Weiland
And here arrives the weekend. And the weekend has been… well Saturday has just been and it’s not particularly exciting
I did actually chat with David but…
Oh and I watch season 5 of Futurama which makes me think who in the P5 are who in Futurama.
Bender - Me
Leela - Heather
Amy - Boo
Zoidberg - Grant
Professor Farnsworth - Gareth
Just a random thought.
Speaking of… I’m kinda tipsy. On Jacob’s Creek. I wonder how much that costs in Australia since it’s an Australian wine. Apparently it has something to do with a creek named after a Jacob and Johann Gramp.
What a silly last name. Gramp. Says the guy whose last name is Smiler.
Jorge was affectionate this evening. And it’s pronounced Whore-hay.
I do feel sorry for Heather with needed some slight help from her dad in regards to her son since my parents would help without any critiquing. That’s more my mum than dad but still.
Ugh. I saw a music video with the Aussie version of Bieber. I forget his name but he looked 12. Act your fucking age cunt.
And oh my God. Heather made like 50 billion dessert slices or like at least seven but still. It’s food art time tomorrow.
That’s all folks.
Blog title reference: I Just Don’t Know What To Do With Myself by Dusty Springfield (who was a hottie. seriously. i would).
Friday. It was sunny. It was not sunny. It was all of a sudden night time.
I remember my old Fridays consisted of getting drunk and getting drunker and propositioning Mexicans in carparks.
Now it involves… watching/listening/participating in World War III between a mother and a son. Makes one want to drink. This is when having disposable income would have come in handy.
The WW3 that was Heather vs. Kurgan was Heather finally holding her ground against her son. He was overly-naughty so he didn’t get to go to the school disco. It will be a long path but I’m proud of her as long as she keeps it up. Unfortunately it seems that her nephew and niece may be heading down the same road but that’s only her problem by proxy.
Boo is preparing to move from the YWCA to her own apartment which she is excited about. After 7 years of living in hostels, it will be a welcome change for her.
Went to course, met new people including another Maori, a Japanese woman whose son goes to the Jewish school in town and someone I’m 96% sure is a transgender. And one of those unannoying ones. Today was short at course though and I had to reschedule a WINZ appointment for hopefully next week on my only day off. Honestly, I just think my case manager miscounted weeks.
Oh and David is back.