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I don’t get it… why is everyone moving to blogspot?

Seriously, can anyone enlighten me on why there’s a sudden influx of posts like ‘I’ve moved to blogspot! follow me here!’. I felt like my dash is dead. Why is everyone moving?!

Sorry for my moment of weakness.

Sorry for all of you that had to witness my moment of verbal weakness here on tumblr. You see the Wellington plan has gone terribly wrong. Because of the new student loan policies anounced in the new budget, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to keep studying or not. Either way, I’ll probably have to work for about 6 months in order to save up enough to go now…

Man life sucks sometimes. I really wish I would stop having such horrible luck. Hopefully I’ll have the willpower to write you something to explain what on earth is going on, but for now I’m going to take my sorrows out on Diablo 3. 

Happy Friday.

12th of May in bulletpoints
I can’t really be bothered writing a proper entry today because I’ve just finished having yet another argument with my mum. But before that, today was pretty awesome. Here’s why:
  • I gotot a box of white chocolate guylain chocolates and a packet of pascall berry swirl marshmallows. They look so cute, but I can’t see why they’re labeled ‘berry flavour’. They just taste like regular marshmallows. doesn’t matter. I got both of these items for $2.10.
  • I reached half way on my stock-take. At Ikes we don’t do stocktake like normal shops. Instead we have little clipboards and pens. We count everything individually and work things out with calculators. Down to the buttons. I have to admit I’ve been a little bitchy whilst doing it over the last month. But who can blame me? I’m up to 40 pages of stocktake. They gave me the largest section of the shop. And I’m only here for 2 days a week for crying out loud! Anyway, I’m just trying to tell myself it’s the last stocktake I’ll do at Ikes before leaving for Wellington for good. I hope.
  • I Filed my tax return. Yay free money! (although I did earn it technically speaking). The return I’ll be getting is smaller than expected. But it all goes into the Wellington fund, with all the rest of my savings. It takes a lot of willpower to not spend money. Gr.
  • I finished ‘The Hunger Games’ by Suzanne Collins this afternoon. I actually started reading it on Monday. I nailed 330 pages in one sitting, but then I lost interest to read the last 120 pages (ish) since I saw the movie first. Fail. In addition I learnt today that you should never read during breaks at work. I didn’t want to put the book down again once I had started reading again! 
  • I had a dream about my friend Sascha living in New Zealand again. I told him that I was sad when I woke up to find he wasn’t here at all. He messaged instantly to tell me he had dreamed of me too! Call me cooky but this kinda stuff freaks me out. It’s like subconsciously we made a connection to remind us to contact each other. It’s nice to hear he thinks of me still while going about his life in Germany.

10:30pm and I’m off to bed. Tomorow morning I will get up and wish Mum a happy mothers day (even though I’m fighting with her) and then I’ll be gone for a whole week. I can’t wait to get to Wellington. On Sunday I’m staying with Ryan. The best part about his flat, is there’s no reception in his part of Karori. No recpetion = No problem and most importantly… no nagging phonecalls from mum.

Morning After

There’s a feeling of ‘the calm after the storm’ in our house at the moment because I’m the only one home at the moment. Again. I have no problem with that. Because when my parents aren’t home the house is blissfully quiet.

Waking up this morning was lovely. I woke up naturally by the sunlight flooding my room, a nice message from Haru whom I went to Natcoll with in 2009. Thanks for that, I really needed it. And I got a nice email Fishpond.co.nz. A month ago I ordered  the hunger games trilogy from them. Except they sent me an extra copy of ‘catching fire’ by accident. They told me to keep the extra copy. Yay! I’m thinking that I should either sell it and add the money to my Wellington fund or donate it to the Takapuna library.

Anyway, enough with the grumpy blogging. I know nobody likes to read ranty blogs. I’ve decided that I’m going go to Wellington for a break on Sunday. I know it’s not healthy to avoid your problems. But I just need to get out. I’m sure my parents will appreciate the week without me.

Next week is Ryan’s graduation ceremony and Berni is going a little crazy too this week. Her boyfriend recently left for 7 week trip to Europe or something. Normally she’s not the clingy type. But all of a sudden she’s morphed into this crazy organisational control freak . She’s started organising her 21st birthday party. Not that it’s weird or anything. But the way she’s drafted 7 friends to be her ‘organising committee’ to help her is a little… extreme. I mean, I dont think there will be many more than 7 of us going. I got drafted into the ‘graphic designer’ role. GOD. This always happens, graphic designers, I know you feel me on this. How come we always end up designing endless invites, band posters, and other stuff? Oh well, I’m not doing anything with my time at the moment. And Bernadette has been my friend since high school, so I won’t say no.

I’m determined to have a productive happy day today. Even if it’s midday already. I have packing and washing to do. I also have to sort out some things I want to be left in Wellington at my friend’s place. Also if time permits I’d like to talk a walk to the supermarket to get some piping bags for some cupcakes I want to make for a friends birthday.

And more importantly, I don’t want to be home when mum arrives. Whatever time that is.

This explains why I’ve made key lime pie, waffles, melting moments AND red velvet cupcakes since Monday. I should go for a walk tomorrow. A moment on the lips, forever on the hips. Dear god, they dont need to be any bigger!

This explains why I’ve made key lime pie, waffles, melting moments AND red velvet cupcakes since Monday. I should go for a walk tomorrow. A moment on the lips, forever on the hips. Dear god, they dont need to be any bigger!

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