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Have been revoltingly productive this week; am so great I cannot stand myself.
Monday the family went to visit my Nana, my father's mum, which I thought was going to be dire but was actually really nice. Tuesday I lazed around, hit the beach, walked home around the bays (GORGEOUS), etc. Wednesday we went to see my great-uncle Brian and his partner Clint do their exhibition... thingy... um, their latest project which is a CD and an artwork to go with each song. Brian plays sax and wrote the songs and Clint, obviously, did the paintings. They're quite cool. Plus, family. It sort of reminds me of those fannish multimedia projects except, of course, without the in-jokes and heavy emphasis on porn.
Thursday I sat and passed my liquor license interview. \o/ I get my general manager's certificate as soon as they get the report from the Police to tell them that I'm not a criminal. This should make me more employable and all that good stuff, and I'm going to try for work in my local when I get back to Christchurch. I also had an eye exam and picked out some new glasses frames. :D I am so looking forward to being able to take my contacts out whole hours before I sleep.
Today I went to work and, hey, PACKED, on account of how I'm going back to the big old CHCH today. I also exchanged a skirt for a dress, it's really pretty (and, hey, I now have five dresses and two pairs of jeans. >.< Admittedly at least one, probably two of the dresses don't fit me yet, but still. I'm going to OD on denim when my final pay comes through.) Packing was ridiculously successful after a brief fight with the APs about the amount of clothes I was taking. They were kind of right so I took several out and, hey, now I have a fractional amount of space in my suitcase! Go me.
Aaaand... right now I am sitting around waiting to get Supernatural and trying to distract myself from watching the end of season Two of Gilmore Girls. (Hey, keymash, I'm halfway through disc 5 so I might even finish it before I leave tomorrow.) I am trying to avoid this because Rory and Dean are going to break up sometime soon and I hate that. I am a sucker for canon pairings and if you sell me on something, that's it, I'm sold. I never got over Angel/Buffy (and I say this as someone who adored Angel/Cordelia, but Spike/Buffy? really not my thing. At all.) I like Jess, he's cute and I love watching him with Paris, although the surly act really turns me off, but... GOD. I LIKE DEAN, OKAY, SO SUE ME, HE IS SWEET.
I also really, really hate the jealous boyfriend/lying paranoid girlfriend model of romantic tension. It smacks of the love triangle, which stinks, but mostly it's the infidelicious vibe
that makes me sadface. Which is why I am not watching 2x18 right now because oh, Dean. :(
ETA: Oh, yeah. Hey, what are the rules in the States about teenagers in bars? See, in NZ most bars are supervised areas, which means teens can't be in them unless they're with their parents. But there was a scene where Rory was with her mom and they were going clubbing and they had to lie about Rory's age to get her in. Huh?
Monday the family went to visit my Nana, my father's mum, which I thought was going to be dire but was actually really nice. Tuesday I lazed around, hit the beach, walked home around the bays (GORGEOUS), etc. Wednesday we went to see my great-uncle Brian and his partner Clint do their exhibition... thingy... um, their latest project which is a CD and an artwork to go with each song. Brian plays sax and wrote the songs and Clint, obviously, did the paintings. They're quite cool. Plus, family. It sort of reminds me of those fannish multimedia projects except, of course, without the in-jokes and heavy emphasis on porn.
Thursday I sat and passed my liquor license interview. \o/ I get my general manager's certificate as soon as they get the report from the Police to tell them that I'm not a criminal. This should make me more employable and all that good stuff, and I'm going to try for work in my local when I get back to Christchurch. I also had an eye exam and picked out some new glasses frames. :D I am so looking forward to being able to take my contacts out whole hours before I sleep.
Today I went to work and, hey, PACKED, on account of how I'm going back to the big old CHCH today. I also exchanged a skirt for a dress, it's really pretty (and, hey, I now have five dresses and two pairs of jeans. >.< Admittedly at least one, probably two of the dresses don't fit me yet, but still. I'm going to OD on denim when my final pay comes through.) Packing was ridiculously successful after a brief fight with the APs about the amount of clothes I was taking. They were kind of right so I took several out and, hey, now I have a fractional amount of space in my suitcase! Go me.
Aaaand... right now I am sitting around waiting to get Supernatural and trying to distract myself from watching the end of season Two of Gilmore Girls. (Hey, keymash, I'm halfway through disc 5 so I might even finish it before I leave tomorrow.) I am trying to avoid this because Rory and Dean are going to break up sometime soon and I hate that. I am a sucker for canon pairings and if you sell me on something, that's it, I'm sold. I never got over Angel/Buffy (and I say this as someone who adored Angel/Cordelia, but Spike/Buffy? really not my thing. At all.) I like Jess, he's cute and I love watching him with Paris, although the surly act really turns me off, but... GOD. I LIKE DEAN, OKAY, SO SUE ME, HE IS SWEET.
I also really, really hate the jealous boyfriend/lying paranoid girlfriend model of romantic tension. It smacks of the love triangle, which stinks, but mostly it's the infidelicious vibe
that makes me sadface. Which is why I am not watching 2x18 right now because oh, Dean. :(
ETA: Oh, yeah. Hey, what are the rules in the States about teenagers in bars? See, in NZ most bars are supervised areas, which means teens can't be in them unless they're with their parents. But there was a scene where Rory was with her mom and they were going clubbing and they had to lie about Rory's age to get her in. Huh?