Oh god. I spent two hours in Spotlight last night. That place is easily hell on earth. After all, to quote Hawkeye, "Hell doesn't have innocent bystanders". I totally went to Spotlight of my own accord and I paid for it ( Read more... )

I listened to Transatlanticism again but I was actually paying attention to it, rather than letting it roll around the room as background noise (and I feel ever so guilty for letting that album become so familiar that I CAN listen to it without noticing) and I get a heavy sinking feeling in my chest when I realise how much I miss New Zealand ( Read more... )

Mum cleaned the house out today so I woke up with a mouthful of pillow and "CAN'T YOU SEE MY FADED LEVIS/ BUUURSTING APAAART?" assailing my ears and I didn't mind too much because I needed to write. I pulled out an ancient notebook that had been stuck to the grime on my shelf for the last three years and quickly read through disturbing 13 year old ( Read more... )

Remember how I said that the people behind us have been playing their version of crap at a level that makes it difficult for exhausted year 12 students to sleep? Well, Mum decided to get her own back and has been playing Meat Loaf on the stereo for the last few hours. It's probably on about 90%, and these are quality motherfucking speakers. Dad ( Read more... )

( We have returned from our sojourn in beloved Napier... )

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