So many Ostriches....
Today was my last day at Bennetts. Yeeep. 18 months I've been there now. I've been feeling queasy all day at the thought of leaving. Although that could have been the gigantic coffee my boss bought me, which I chased with half a bottle of V. So I was happy for a while there. ;P
Tomorrow will be mine and hot 2IC boy's leaving drinks- at which I will most likely get a little light-headed, and tell said hot boy that I want to wrap him up in cellophane and ribbons and take him home to be my shagbucket. *snort* I will be making brownies though. With caramel lollies.
Going out on Saturday night with miriamus and others. We're going to 24 Hour Party People which is kinda like...an Indie disco at San Francisco Bathhouse. I would be excited, except I have nothing to wear. Nothing seems right. I always freak out at these things, never feel Indie/Scene enough. Yeah, yeah, I dress well, but it's not...Cuba Street, y'know? I've decided I'm a Dandy masquerading as a Teddy Boy. Or, in modern terms, a poncy Wellington corporate priss masquerading as a hippie scene kid. Too posh for this joint.
Might wear my tie, but I need a collared shirt...and my white shirt is missing a button, and that just looks gammy. I want to wear my polka dot top, but can't wear that with my jeans, cos they're pin-stripe, and too many patterns doesn't work. And I don't want to wear a skirt. I've lost my pink tiki necklace, and the string on my favourite beads broke the other day, and now they're this big pruple plastic mess on my dressing table. Ack.
Might go for the head-scarf look. angry_in_pink has cute headscarves. Found a lovely pink and green sparkly scarf at work which someone lost, so might go for that. Aw, and I need a polka dot dress. Like the one Meg White has. Nik, where did you get your dress again?
I have to look gorgeous either way.
ARGH I'M SO SHALLOW!!!!
I start at Ministry of Health on Monday. I'm terrified. I think that's all you need to know.
The new White Stripes album is out next week. New Jack. This makes me happy. Oooh, and I've put my name down from a Travelling Wilburry's collection. And imaginary_men are going to see Teh Bobbeh in August. So much pretty...
And speaking of music and pretty...my darling albauk has invited me to Glastonbury next year. Well, she invited everyone on her flist, but that's not the point. Saving will commence as soon as proper pay cheques start arriving. I haven't set foot in the UK since 1997. This will be massive. Plus, I'll get to meet Shani, and have cake and get slightly drunk with her for her birthday. Which is exciting.
It's cold. And I am sleepy. I want satay hummus dip. And I couldn't find any Jersey Caramels at Pak N' Save to make my brownies with. Bah.
Should have a bass next week. Yoss. $540, black and white, very sexy, comes with amp, strap, bag, plus book of tunes. Will be paid for out of my Bennett's pay out. The shop dude gave it to me on lay-by, which apparently they don't usually do. Hmmm. First time I met him, he showered me with compliments on my taste in music- which was nice, seeing as I'm usually scrapping with people over one band or another. ;P He's a nice bloke. Plays in a Pixies tribute band, it would seem.
Aw, and I did mention my teacher is revolting gorgeous, and revoltingly nice with it? So cute-he was telling me today he's too scared to catch a bus in Wellington (he's from The Bay), and he's never once caught a bus since he's lived here. And he gives me this soppy puppy dog face as he's telling me all this, and I just about dissolved on the spot, Amelie-styles. Seriously, he's one of them people that makes you go all glow worm-y and sunshine-y inside, just cos he's so damn lovely. And he has the cutest laugh. And is so patient. And looks damn good in skinnys. And I think he's Christian. And he's taken. Yeah, that'd be right...
Heee, totallypakaha and I watched Facelift last night. Funniest damn thing I've ever seen...
Grey's is love. Although, Derek and Meredith's relationship seems...hollow. For some reason. At the moment, the Izzie/George/Callie love triangle is providing Cat and I with more than enough entertainment. Cos we're sadists, natch.
Tomorrow, we do washing. Since I'm going to need, y'know, clothes for Monday.
Bed. Now.
Tomorrow will be mine and hot 2IC boy's leaving drinks- at which I will most likely get a little light-headed, and tell said hot boy that I want to wrap him up in cellophane and ribbons and take him home to be my shagbucket. *snort* I will be making brownies though. With caramel lollies.
Going out on Saturday night with miriamus and others. We're going to 24 Hour Party People which is kinda like...an Indie disco at San Francisco Bathhouse. I would be excited, except I have nothing to wear. Nothing seems right. I always freak out at these things, never feel Indie/Scene enough. Yeah, yeah, I dress well, but it's not...Cuba Street, y'know? I've decided I'm a Dandy masquerading as a Teddy Boy. Or, in modern terms, a poncy Wellington corporate priss masquerading as a hippie scene kid. Too posh for this joint.
Might wear my tie, but I need a collared shirt...and my white shirt is missing a button, and that just looks gammy. I want to wear my polka dot top, but can't wear that with my jeans, cos they're pin-stripe, and too many patterns doesn't work. And I don't want to wear a skirt. I've lost my pink tiki necklace, and the string on my favourite beads broke the other day, and now they're this big pruple plastic mess on my dressing table. Ack.
Might go for the head-scarf look. angry_in_pink has cute headscarves. Found a lovely pink and green sparkly scarf at work which someone lost, so might go for that. Aw, and I need a polka dot dress. Like the one Meg White has. Nik, where did you get your dress again?
I have to look gorgeous either way.
ARGH I'M SO SHALLOW!!!!
I start at Ministry of Health on Monday. I'm terrified. I think that's all you need to know.
The new White Stripes album is out next week. New Jack. This makes me happy. Oooh, and I've put my name down from a Travelling Wilburry's collection. And imaginary_men are going to see Teh Bobbeh in August. So much pretty...
And speaking of music and pretty...my darling albauk has invited me to Glastonbury next year. Well, she invited everyone on her flist, but that's not the point. Saving will commence as soon as proper pay cheques start arriving. I haven't set foot in the UK since 1997. This will be massive. Plus, I'll get to meet Shani, and have cake and get slightly drunk with her for her birthday. Which is exciting.
It's cold. And I am sleepy. I want satay hummus dip. And I couldn't find any Jersey Caramels at Pak N' Save to make my brownies with. Bah.
Should have a bass next week. Yoss. $540, black and white, very sexy, comes with amp, strap, bag, plus book of tunes. Will be paid for out of my Bennett's pay out. The shop dude gave it to me on lay-by, which apparently they don't usually do. Hmmm. First time I met him, he showered me with compliments on my taste in music- which was nice, seeing as I'm usually scrapping with people over one band or another. ;P He's a nice bloke. Plays in a Pixies tribute band, it would seem.
Aw, and I did mention my teacher is revolting gorgeous, and revoltingly nice with it? So cute-he was telling me today he's too scared to catch a bus in Wellington (he's from The Bay), and he's never once caught a bus since he's lived here. And he gives me this soppy puppy dog face as he's telling me all this, and I just about dissolved on the spot, Amelie-styles. Seriously, he's one of them people that makes you go all glow worm-y and sunshine-y inside, just cos he's so damn lovely. And he has the cutest laugh. And is so patient. And looks damn good in skinnys. And I think he's Christian. And he's taken. Yeah, that'd be right...
Heee, totallypakaha and I watched Facelift last night. Funniest damn thing I've ever seen...
Grey's is love. Although, Derek and Meredith's relationship seems...hollow. For some reason. At the moment, the Izzie/George/Callie love triangle is providing Cat and I with more than enough entertainment. Cos we're sadists, natch.
Tomorrow, we do washing. Since I'm going to need, y'know, clothes for Monday.
Bed. Now.