Today at work was like really terrible. Not one of the worst days, but just...it was raining, and everyone in the restaurant was miserable! No one was happy! And they were all so mean! I was outside (which I love, even when it's raining, because I like the fresh air and it's quieter out there), so there weren't many people. But the rest of the place was packed. And people were just mean! One lady came in because her kid spilled something? I don't know. So she wanted napkins so I gave her like 4 folded ones and she was like, "I'm going to need a lot more" so I said I would bring more out because the rest were across the restaurant and then she could go out with the ones she had, and she was like, "Could you just give them to me!" and then her husband was an asshole about having to wait, and accused us of losing the order (like, you know that table RIGHT NEXT TO YOURS? The one that ordered before you and still doesn't have their food yet? Think about it, jackass). Also they made a huge mess (first they opened toys for the kids at a table that wasn't even theirs, then left them there. Then some of the kids got KFC, which they helpfully scattered all over the table. Then when they ate they managed to get stuff everywhere). And the 2 older boys were very polite, and I thought that it was a good thing that somehow their parents' rudeness had not rubbed off on them, but then the oldest girl was a spoiled brat, so I guess she's going to grow up to be just like her bitch of a mother. Anyway, they were jerks. And other people were slightly less openly hostile about having to wait for their food. Like, I know that it's annoying when food takes a while. But if you want fast food, McDonald's is right around the corner, you know? Don't be an asshole about it because you're impatient. I'm trying to be nice! I'm at work, being cheery makes it bearable, my default position is nice. I start off liking you. Never ever do I start off disliking you, unless you have like a swastika on your t-shirt or whatever. I start off liking you, and you take it from there.
So, yeah. People were just MEAN. Like, I was wiping tables just stunned because they just weren't nice. Why were they so miserable? You're out to breakfast/lunch! It's an enjoyable occasion! Why not enjoy yourself? Why be such a pill?
Then, luckily, the greatest country on earth intervened and I had some lovely Missourians who were so pleased with their toasties. It's a toastie! You're so sweet, little St. Louis couple. You got a panini and a toastie and you were happy and lovely and pleasant and even when you were confused by my saying "Cab Merlot" instead of "Cabernet Merlot," you didn't act all rude about it, and you made me feel bad for speaking in kiwi, but mostly 'cause I felt like I was showing off or something. And then there were some lovely British ladies who had me take their picture eating scones and I love it when people have me do it because they're really enjoying themselves. So there were nice people.
And then Andie was fake-mean to me because we're fake-mean to each other, and I acted all fake-upset and she gave me a hug because all the customers are for-real mean. And then I was eating french fries with Ruth and I said that it was a crappy day and I told her that I currently had nice customers, but all the other tables before were just mean, mean people. And then when I came back for my evening shift, she put me on bar. She put me on bar! I'm never on bar! I've never been on bar before! It was great! I got to make drinks all night and sometimes coffees and I had little to no interaction with customers at all! They couldn't be mean to me! I couldn't fuck anything up! It was great! And only later did I think about how I'd told her about the mean people before and maybe she was doing it to be kind because my customers were mean. She is very nice. And Michael said he talked to his friend on the South Island and told him that he'd better have a job for me when I get there. And Pia told me to try the chocolate cheesecake, and it's so chocolatey I can hardly finish it, but it's so good that I absolutely have to. It's made (like almost everything) on-site.
And last night I came home and Reno made me eat apple spice cake that was great and this morning Simon and Jenna gave me a ride to work because it was raining and then Nat and her friend had breakfast at Dixie's because they wanted to visit me. There are some nice people in this world and I know a lot of them.
And Nich sent me a beautiful CD and a package and a postcard and I love her more than words. And you know how when you send an international package, you have to fill out a customs form? I try to be as vague as possible to not ruin the surprise, and I think they really want to see if you have, like, "prescription drugs" or "exotic plants" or something in there. But she wrote "toy gnome, fireman" and stuff. She was adorably specific and I love her.
A little giving back to the lovely people in the world: A few fresh pictures for you. Just a few, though, because flickr wouldn't upload things when I tried again and again. So just a few I took when I first returned to Taupo and hiked up to Huka Falls.
ETA: Now featuring more pictures! Start at the bottom (with this one) and work your way up through the "Next Picture" feature. Because that's the order I uploaded them in.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Saturday, February 14, 2009
We should become more adventurous
Hi there! So Re: Comments on the last post:
We transported the weta out of the bathroom (where "we" is totally Simon, because at one point he seemed about to hand it to me and I was like, "Oh, you want...me...to do that") in a large pint glass (it says like "33% extra!" on the glass, so larger than normal) and at one point, when he was lowering the glass around the weta (oh! fun side note! I was informed that you need to get behind the wetas because they will jump if they see it coming. THEY CAN JUMP) I thought that there was no way the opening in the glass was big enough for the creature. Like I said, scary. Every time I enter the bathroom, I'm afraid there will be another one.
And Grace asked about skydiving, which I never went into (well, I did with Nich, at least, over IM) so I guess I could talk about that now.
Well! First of all, it was kind of a split decision. I was hanging out with Kira one day, sitting on the counter eating pizza, when everyone else came home from whitewater rafting (we hadn't gone because we have jobs). And we had some visitors, and they were like, "When are we going skydiving?" and Kira said that she had the next day off and had already booked for herself. Anyone want to come? So our visitors were all for it, and I figured, what the hell, I want to go with people I'm friends with, sure. So I didn't really have a lot of time to agonize over the decision.
Then the next day, I woke up at around 9:45am because we were to jump at 11, and it was very windy and cloudy. Windy and cloudy = no skydiving. But then Reno got called in to work, and Reno is a skydiving instructor, so we were optimistic. then they called at like 10:45 all, "We're on our way to pick you up!" which was fun, as we were all still in pajamas. We got ready and got out there and filled out the teensy form that you need to fill out in New Zealand if you're doing things where you could possibly die (So! Who would have gotten the phone call if I'd died? Well, as tempting as it always is to list BVS as my emergency contact, the fact that I could die and he could get a horrible, horrible phone call made me not do that. Because it's only funny if he finds out about it, and then it's really not funny. So for the curious, I put down Mom and Vicki. You'd think Dad, but I decided that it would suck for any family member to have to tell Mom, so I opted for a stranger). Then we got to watch some stranger's skydiving video to psych us up for it. Also, the video viewing room involved walking through a door that was surrounded in a fake police box. So naturally, when we entered, I was all, "It's bigger on the inside." People laughed, and now they know that I'm kind of a loser. Anyway!
We picked out our packages (how high you jump - 12,000 or 15,000ft, we all went with 15 - and whether you want a DVD or anything) and then the people who'd been in our limo (they pick you up in a limo, which is actually like the world's crappiest limo, so don't be jealous) went immediately, but then clouds and rain and wind rolled in, so we hung out for like an hour (for future reference: We got there at 11 and we jumped around 3:30. I'm going to say "like an hour" a lot, but I have no idea what the actual passage of time was) and watched some cool skydiving DVD. I should also mention there will be tons of run-ons here. Then they called in Mo, Euan, and Tam, who were jumping together because there were 5 of us in total and they can't fit 5 in the plane at once, so we split up into 3 and 2. So they jumped and while they were getting ready, Kira and I got all suited up. Reno was my little jumping buddy, which was cool because I know him. And could be like, "Hey, I'm weirdly calm now, but if I get up there and freak out and say no, I want you to push me out of the plane anyway." And Reno was all, "Oh. I'm jumping." So then we watched them fly away and then land and they were all psyched about how awesome it was, which made us even more anxious, but we had to wait for another like-an-hour because of the weather. But then in we went! Into the pink plane! The plane is pink. And effing TINY. I mean, people always say it's tiny, but HOT DAMN, TINY. For real. So we squeezed in there and took off! I started to get nervous, but still not really. Up, up, above the clouds, looking for a break. When you get up that high: 1. It is very cold and 2. You need to have oxygen pumped in because the oxygen's really low up there. So I was glad I had gloves. And oxygen. But we had to fly around and around waiting for an opening in the weather and then waiting for skydivers who'd been up before us to go first. So then we ran out of oxygen. And the jumpmasters told the pilot that we needed to go within 4 minutes or go back down. I wanted to jump, dammit.
So finally we were clear, and some guy I didn't know went. Then Kira went. This was the scariest bit, I think, watching her just fall on out of a plane. Then we scooted forward. And I looked down and was like, "OH GOD OK. Head back. Hold onto shoulder straps. Feet under the plane. Wait to get pushed, because OK THIS IS SCARY." At that point, it is scary. So I waited, and then he pushed us out. Holy shit, it's freaking amazing. It's like....they tell you 60 seconds of freefall, and 60 seconds is a long time. But it goes by so fast. You're just falling and falling and it is so cool. Reno did some crazy spins which were, what's the word, terrifying, but I try to act brave so I let us keep doing them. Also, it was sort of awesome. Then after what seems like a millisecond he tapped me to pull my arms back in so that he could pull up the parachute. And then you just drift on down. Taupo is beautiful, and we were right over the lake (less scary than you'd think) and it was just gorgeous. And sometimes he would do...something...I don't know, parachutey, which would make us drop really quickly, that was awesome. And then we were done! We landed and everyone hugged and was happy and I was like, "OK, now I might vomit and/or pass out." You're suddenly exhausted! Later it hits you and you're exhilarated, but immediately afterwards, I like passed out on the couch. It took all my energy just to text Allie and Nich about it.
Oh, and I got a sweet t-shirt.
We transported the weta out of the bathroom (where "we" is totally Simon, because at one point he seemed about to hand it to me and I was like, "Oh, you want...me...to do that") in a large pint glass (it says like "33% extra!" on the glass, so larger than normal) and at one point, when he was lowering the glass around the weta (oh! fun side note! I was informed that you need to get behind the wetas because they will jump if they see it coming. THEY CAN JUMP) I thought that there was no way the opening in the glass was big enough for the creature. Like I said, scary. Every time I enter the bathroom, I'm afraid there will be another one.
And Grace asked about skydiving, which I never went into (well, I did with Nich, at least, over IM) so I guess I could talk about that now.
Well! First of all, it was kind of a split decision. I was hanging out with Kira one day, sitting on the counter eating pizza, when everyone else came home from whitewater rafting (we hadn't gone because we have jobs). And we had some visitors, and they were like, "When are we going skydiving?" and Kira said that she had the next day off and had already booked for herself. Anyone want to come? So our visitors were all for it, and I figured, what the hell, I want to go with people I'm friends with, sure. So I didn't really have a lot of time to agonize over the decision.
Then the next day, I woke up at around 9:45am because we were to jump at 11, and it was very windy and cloudy. Windy and cloudy = no skydiving. But then Reno got called in to work, and Reno is a skydiving instructor, so we were optimistic. then they called at like 10:45 all, "We're on our way to pick you up!" which was fun, as we were all still in pajamas. We got ready and got out there and filled out the teensy form that you need to fill out in New Zealand if you're doing things where you could possibly die (So! Who would have gotten the phone call if I'd died? Well, as tempting as it always is to list BVS as my emergency contact, the fact that I could die and he could get a horrible, horrible phone call made me not do that. Because it's only funny if he finds out about it, and then it's really not funny. So for the curious, I put down Mom and Vicki. You'd think Dad, but I decided that it would suck for any family member to have to tell Mom, so I opted for a stranger). Then we got to watch some stranger's skydiving video to psych us up for it. Also, the video viewing room involved walking through a door that was surrounded in a fake police box. So naturally, when we entered, I was all, "It's bigger on the inside." People laughed, and now they know that I'm kind of a loser. Anyway!
We picked out our packages (how high you jump - 12,000 or 15,000ft, we all went with 15 - and whether you want a DVD or anything) and then the people who'd been in our limo (they pick you up in a limo, which is actually like the world's crappiest limo, so don't be jealous) went immediately, but then clouds and rain and wind rolled in, so we hung out for like an hour (for future reference: We got there at 11 and we jumped around 3:30. I'm going to say "like an hour" a lot, but I have no idea what the actual passage of time was) and watched some cool skydiving DVD. I should also mention there will be tons of run-ons here. Then they called in Mo, Euan, and Tam, who were jumping together because there were 5 of us in total and they can't fit 5 in the plane at once, so we split up into 3 and 2. So they jumped and while they were getting ready, Kira and I got all suited up. Reno was my little jumping buddy, which was cool because I know him. And could be like, "Hey, I'm weirdly calm now, but if I get up there and freak out and say no, I want you to push me out of the plane anyway." And Reno was all, "Oh. I'm jumping." So then we watched them fly away and then land and they were all psyched about how awesome it was, which made us even more anxious, but we had to wait for another like-an-hour because of the weather. But then in we went! Into the pink plane! The plane is pink. And effing TINY. I mean, people always say it's tiny, but HOT DAMN, TINY. For real. So we squeezed in there and took off! I started to get nervous, but still not really. Up, up, above the clouds, looking for a break. When you get up that high: 1. It is very cold and 2. You need to have oxygen pumped in because the oxygen's really low up there. So I was glad I had gloves. And oxygen. But we had to fly around and around waiting for an opening in the weather and then waiting for skydivers who'd been up before us to go first. So then we ran out of oxygen. And the jumpmasters told the pilot that we needed to go within 4 minutes or go back down. I wanted to jump, dammit.
So finally we were clear, and some guy I didn't know went. Then Kira went. This was the scariest bit, I think, watching her just fall on out of a plane. Then we scooted forward. And I looked down and was like, "OH GOD OK. Head back. Hold onto shoulder straps. Feet under the plane. Wait to get pushed, because OK THIS IS SCARY." At that point, it is scary. So I waited, and then he pushed us out. Holy shit, it's freaking amazing. It's like....they tell you 60 seconds of freefall, and 60 seconds is a long time. But it goes by so fast. You're just falling and falling and it is so cool. Reno did some crazy spins which were, what's the word, terrifying, but I try to act brave so I let us keep doing them. Also, it was sort of awesome. Then after what seems like a millisecond he tapped me to pull my arms back in so that he could pull up the parachute. And then you just drift on down. Taupo is beautiful, and we were right over the lake (less scary than you'd think) and it was just gorgeous. And sometimes he would do...something...I don't know, parachutey, which would make us drop really quickly, that was awesome. And then we were done! We landed and everyone hugged and was happy and I was like, "OK, now I might vomit and/or pass out." You're suddenly exhausted! Later it hits you and you're exhilarated, but immediately afterwards, I like passed out on the couch. It took all my energy just to text Allie and Nich about it.
Oh, and I got a sweet t-shirt.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Ordinary moments in his ordinary life
So I started this blog post, oh, like a week and a half ago. And my life has changed a bit since then, but I typed and typed through part of our X-Men marathon (side note: my muscle memory tried to type "X-Files" there because I am a geek), so I might as well post it. The day I wrote this, I'd been at the lake I decided that a Fun Thing To Do would be to post about what my days are generally like. Because, you know, I don't have a hell of a lot to report on and My Daily Life is probably an OK subject.
So! An Average Day in New Zealand For Kate:
Get up, time dependent on when I need to be at work. If it's Monday or Tuesday, it's my day off and so I sleep as late as I can (barring 2 weeks ago Monday, when I got up at 9:45 because we were set to skydive at 11am. And last Monday, when I agreed to work). If it's Wednesday or Thursday, I need to be there around 9/9:30. Friday and Saturday are 11am days. And Sunday is 8:30am.
Get dressed/etc, eat breakfast. Breakfast tends to be yogurt and muesli. For a while I was out of muesli, I made wholegrain toast with peanut butter and banana, but for some reason even though that is a healthy, healthy breakfast, I would run out of energy like 3 hours into my day. Which is not an option in my job. So we're back to muesli and yogurt. Fruit if I have the time/...fruit. And coffee, naturally. I have also learned that, if you're going to be on your feet serving food for anywhere between 3 and 9 hours straight, you don't skip breakfast. Today I had some oatmeal that Tom gave me when he moved out, because I am out of muesli and I didn't want to go to Pak 'N Save.
Work! It's busy with breakfast people between like 9 and 10:30. Then there's usually a lull (this disappears if it is raining) before the lunch crowd pulls in from 12:30-2. Then there is the Time of Waiting To Be Told You Can Go. This time sucks. The time drags, there's usually very few people and all sorts of catch-up to do and it sucks. I can usually go somewhere between 2:30 and 4. Hopefully the earlier end of that. And then I get a break! If it's early enough, I can actually do something with my day, which is exciting. The past few days have been so freaking hot that I've pretty much left work, come home, gotten changed, and made a beeline for the lake. Swimming here is incredible. The lake is like the perfect temperature. Not too cold, but cool enough to be unbelievably refreshing. It's so good, especially after working and then walking home and then walking there.
Then it's back to work, as lately if I'm working, I'm working a split shift. It's pretty uncool, but I need the money. And what with many of my friends having recently left Taupo, spending all of my time earning money is not a bad plan. We'll see. Working at night is more annoying. There are more options to the dinner menu, the place is more popular, etc. Also, because I hate whining, I don't whine, and the whining behavior tends to be rewarded. So I'm usually one of the last to leave (tonight I closed, which was fine because we get paid time and a half on public holidays such as Waitangi Day, today, so I might as well earn that if I have to close). I can leave anywhere between 9:30 and midnight.
After work, I walk home (occasionally getting a ride) and enjoy the stars, which are so bright here. I can see the Southern Cross, although I didn't know this until about a week ago when we were at the hot pools and someone pointed it out. I can also see Orion, which is like the one constellation I actually know. I'm pretty sure I could see the Milky Way the other night. It's just gorgeous.
Anyway, that's about it. Up, work, break, work, sleep. Days off include, generally, shopping or swimming or lazing about. We've been renting loads of movies lately, which has been superfun, but post-X-Men marathon (which was unlike our Bourne movies marathon in that I was not the only one there by the end, AND we made it through ALL THREE except we didn't finish the third because at that point we were very tired. But we made it to the major battle scene. I hadn't realized that Ellen Page had such a large role in the films. But that might be because the last time I saw it, I didn't know who Ellen Page was and also I don't much care for the younger mutants. Like, whatever, you have teenaged drama, Rogue. Can we get back to Magneto now?), I forgot about the movies (other than when we watched Thank You For Smoking and House, Season 3) and they were a day late returned and I don't know what the penalty is for that, so I don't want to go back there anytime soon.
For those of you who don't have Twitter, I saw a weta (I'd stick in a link, but I don't want to traumatize all of you who click on it when you see the scary bug there, so I'll just tell you it's a scary bug and leave it to you to google/wikipedia that for yourselves) in my bathroom the other night and freaked out. I wrote a pretty damn funny note and stuck it on the door to the bathroom about how the door was closed because of the very scary bug in there, and we can either send someone in to kill it, or keep the door closed until I move out. There was an illustration, which I may have taken some artistic license with, as wetas do not have fangs. That I know of. Then I got Simon to come upstairs and he put it under a glass and took it outside. Kiwis really like wetas because they're, like really old. They're dinosaurs, they say. The wetas are dinosaurs, the Kiwis say. Wetas can't talk, so far as I know. Anyway, the weta was removed from the bathroom, I had my first run-in with a popular New Zealand creature, and only one person other than me read my hilarious note.
Today when I got off of work, Sabina was like, "Let's get lunch!" because she, Helen, andI all finished at the same time. We were going to go somewhere without a surcharge, but as there was no such place around, we just went to Dixie's anyway and were troublesome customers. I ordered a bowl of fries, then finished and went next door and got ice cream, then hung out for a long time with friendly coworkers, then went home and had a muffin that one flatmate had made and a slice of carrot cake that another had made. What I'm saying is, I should probably start some sort of diet tomorrow. But I swear, I was totally peer-pressured into that carrot cake. Also, a cat wandered into my room and I was like, "Cat? You do not live here" and I went downstairs and Jo was like, "Oh, you met Bumblebee." "...Who is Bumblebee?" "The cat! She started visiting one day and now she's around a lot." I may not have mentioned that there are a bunch of strays in the neighborhood. They keep to the shadows, mostly, and stare at me a lot, which makes me think they are trying to surprise-attack me. But now we've let one into our home and given it a cute nickname and I pet it when it meowed its way into my room. What I'm saying is, I probably have rabies.
Anyway. Grace sends me messages about being worried when I don't update, then signs off so that I have to update to reassure her. She's crafty! I've been able to talk to quite a few people recently, which has made me very happy, as I miss many of you.
I'm going to Christchurch soon, for a minivisit that is probably too expensive for me (even though it's pretty damn cheap, honestly), in order to have a Joyous Reunion with Lisa. Prepare to be very jealous of me.
Also, I thought a nice addition to the entry about my everyday life would be some photos of my beautiful home that I totally took when I moved in, but I haven't uploaded them yet. I swear, I will soon. In the next couple of days, there, I've set a deadline.
Anyway, I have work in the morning (well, at 11), so I'm going to go to sleep now. Dear Family: as much as I love hearing from you, it would be awesome if I didn't wake up to the Gmail message notification noise tomorrow. EIGHT TIMES. Tomorrow is Saturday for me, but it's Friday for you. Isn't that freaky?
So! An Average Day in New Zealand For Kate:
Get up, time dependent on when I need to be at work. If it's Monday or Tuesday, it's my day off and so I sleep as late as I can (barring 2 weeks ago Monday, when I got up at 9:45 because we were set to skydive at 11am. And last Monday, when I agreed to work). If it's Wednesday or Thursday, I need to be there around 9/9:30. Friday and Saturday are 11am days. And Sunday is 8:30am.
Get dressed/etc, eat breakfast. Breakfast tends to be yogurt and muesli. For a while I was out of muesli, I made wholegrain toast with peanut butter and banana, but for some reason even though that is a healthy, healthy breakfast, I would run out of energy like 3 hours into my day. Which is not an option in my job. So we're back to muesli and yogurt. Fruit if I have the time/...fruit. And coffee, naturally. I have also learned that, if you're going to be on your feet serving food for anywhere between 3 and 9 hours straight, you don't skip breakfast. Today I had some oatmeal that Tom gave me when he moved out, because I am out of muesli and I didn't want to go to Pak 'N Save.
Work! It's busy with breakfast people between like 9 and 10:30. Then there's usually a lull (this disappears if it is raining) before the lunch crowd pulls in from 12:30-2. Then there is the Time of Waiting To Be Told You Can Go. This time sucks. The time drags, there's usually very few people and all sorts of catch-up to do and it sucks. I can usually go somewhere between 2:30 and 4. Hopefully the earlier end of that. And then I get a break! If it's early enough, I can actually do something with my day, which is exciting. The past few days have been so freaking hot that I've pretty much left work, come home, gotten changed, and made a beeline for the lake. Swimming here is incredible. The lake is like the perfect temperature. Not too cold, but cool enough to be unbelievably refreshing. It's so good, especially after working and then walking home and then walking there.
Then it's back to work, as lately if I'm working, I'm working a split shift. It's pretty uncool, but I need the money. And what with many of my friends having recently left Taupo, spending all of my time earning money is not a bad plan. We'll see. Working at night is more annoying. There are more options to the dinner menu, the place is more popular, etc. Also, because I hate whining, I don't whine, and the whining behavior tends to be rewarded. So I'm usually one of the last to leave (tonight I closed, which was fine because we get paid time and a half on public holidays such as Waitangi Day, today, so I might as well earn that if I have to close). I can leave anywhere between 9:30 and midnight.
After work, I walk home (occasionally getting a ride) and enjoy the stars, which are so bright here. I can see the Southern Cross, although I didn't know this until about a week ago when we were at the hot pools and someone pointed it out. I can also see Orion, which is like the one constellation I actually know. I'm pretty sure I could see the Milky Way the other night. It's just gorgeous.
Anyway, that's about it. Up, work, break, work, sleep. Days off include, generally, shopping or swimming or lazing about. We've been renting loads of movies lately, which has been superfun, but post-X-Men marathon (which was unlike our Bourne movies marathon in that I was not the only one there by the end, AND we made it through ALL THREE except we didn't finish the third because at that point we were very tired. But we made it to the major battle scene. I hadn't realized that Ellen Page had such a large role in the films. But that might be because the last time I saw it, I didn't know who Ellen Page was and also I don't much care for the younger mutants. Like, whatever, you have teenaged drama, Rogue. Can we get back to Magneto now?), I forgot about the movies (other than when we watched Thank You For Smoking and House, Season 3) and they were a day late returned and I don't know what the penalty is for that, so I don't want to go back there anytime soon.
For those of you who don't have Twitter, I saw a weta (I'd stick in a link, but I don't want to traumatize all of you who click on it when you see the scary bug there, so I'll just tell you it's a scary bug and leave it to you to google/wikipedia that for yourselves) in my bathroom the other night and freaked out. I wrote a pretty damn funny note and stuck it on the door to the bathroom about how the door was closed because of the very scary bug in there, and we can either send someone in to kill it, or keep the door closed until I move out. There was an illustration, which I may have taken some artistic license with, as wetas do not have fangs. That I know of. Then I got Simon to come upstairs and he put it under a glass and took it outside. Kiwis really like wetas because they're, like really old. They're dinosaurs, they say. The wetas are dinosaurs, the Kiwis say. Wetas can't talk, so far as I know. Anyway, the weta was removed from the bathroom, I had my first run-in with a popular New Zealand creature, and only one person other than me read my hilarious note.
Today when I got off of work, Sabina was like, "Let's get lunch!" because she, Helen, andI all finished at the same time. We were going to go somewhere without a surcharge, but as there was no such place around, we just went to Dixie's anyway and were troublesome customers. I ordered a bowl of fries, then finished and went next door and got ice cream, then hung out for a long time with friendly coworkers, then went home and had a muffin that one flatmate had made and a slice of carrot cake that another had made. What I'm saying is, I should probably start some sort of diet tomorrow. But I swear, I was totally peer-pressured into that carrot cake. Also, a cat wandered into my room and I was like, "Cat? You do not live here" and I went downstairs and Jo was like, "Oh, you met Bumblebee." "...Who is Bumblebee?" "The cat! She started visiting one day and now she's around a lot." I may not have mentioned that there are a bunch of strays in the neighborhood. They keep to the shadows, mostly, and stare at me a lot, which makes me think they are trying to surprise-attack me. But now we've let one into our home and given it a cute nickname and I pet it when it meowed its way into my room. What I'm saying is, I probably have rabies.
Anyway. Grace sends me messages about being worried when I don't update, then signs off so that I have to update to reassure her. She's crafty! I've been able to talk to quite a few people recently, which has made me very happy, as I miss many of you.
I'm going to Christchurch soon, for a minivisit that is probably too expensive for me (even though it's pretty damn cheap, honestly), in order to have a Joyous Reunion with Lisa. Prepare to be very jealous of me.
Also, I thought a nice addition to the entry about my everyday life would be some photos of my beautiful home that I totally took when I moved in, but I haven't uploaded them yet. I swear, I will soon. In the next couple of days, there, I've set a deadline.
Anyway, I have work in the morning (well, at 11), so I'm going to go to sleep now. Dear Family: as much as I love hearing from you, it would be awesome if I didn't wake up to the Gmail message notification noise tomorrow. EIGHT TIMES. Tomorrow is Saturday for me, but it's Friday for you. Isn't that freaky?
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