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I'm not sure why Firefox asks me if I want to restore from my saved draft if it's not going to restore either way. Also, I'm not sure what the draft would say. I don't remember starting an entry lately.
Lately I've been living life a little too much to sit down and blog-ify it. It's kind of nice, really. There have been golf and music festivals and surfing (really) and running and drinking and barbequeing (sp?) and reading and swimming and drinking and a little bit of crying and also some drinking. It's my way of getting back at Abby: being too busy to see her. Funny how this flatmate bust-up has been worse than any boy trouble I've ever had.
My favourites were the golf and the surfing. I've been visiting home a lot with my brothers being back for summer, and my attempts to share their interests have been obsession-inducing. Every day, I want to do one or the other, or both, to the point where they've told me to stop being so hyperactive. I also wanted to get some motorcycle lessons in there, but I think they've had about enough of me now.
Working five days this week, like a normal person. Except for the whole Friday-through-Tuesday, four-til-twelve bit. I'm just about over this midweek weekend business. Also, it's bloody near impossible to get annual leave for weekend shifts - I applied two weeks ago for leave in April for my dad's 50th, and no can do apparently. As for Julie's 21st next Saturday, I know it's not even worth trying. Might be time for another set of sickies.
Should sleep.
Last weekend in Hamilton was fun. Fell in love with Dave Dobbyn all over again, in the pouring rain, had to retreat to the campsite due to the freezing. Yeah, summer. Might have fallen out of love with Shaun. Hard to say, but it's a nice idea. He told me he's a reformed man (his exact words), apologised for something or other I couldn't get him to pin down - for the life of me I can't think of anything he's done that he would realise made me unhappy - and then said he's now on the lookout for a proper girlfriend (again, verbatim. Proper as in not a whore, I'm guessing). And it seemed like he wanted me to be that proper girlfriend, but I was for the first time not interested. Might be related to Alex being back from Mexico, I guess.
I mean, seriously, how hot is a man who goes to Mexico for the summer to work in an orphanage?
And plays the didgeridoo?
And is actually hot?
I have to keep him.
And speaking of boys, apparently David's going to propose to Tagi when he goes to Samoa to meet her family this month. Sickeningly romantic. Not sure if I want her to say yes. Not that it's up to me, or anything to do with me, but I feel like either way he's likely to end up crying. From what I've seen of their relationship, she calls the shots and will drop anything to catch a flight when her mother calls and is very easily offended, and he expects her to change once things get official. While I'm all for cultural differences, personality differences are less easily resolved, and I think he's confusing the two.
Holy shit, I think I'm called to be a relationship guru.
Lately I've been living life a little too much to sit down and blog-ify it. It's kind of nice, really. There have been golf and music festivals and surfing (really) and running and drinking and barbequeing (sp?) and reading and swimming and drinking and a little bit of crying and also some drinking. It's my way of getting back at Abby: being too busy to see her. Funny how this flatmate bust-up has been worse than any boy trouble I've ever had.
My favourites were the golf and the surfing. I've been visiting home a lot with my brothers being back for summer, and my attempts to share their interests have been obsession-inducing. Every day, I want to do one or the other, or both, to the point where they've told me to stop being so hyperactive. I also wanted to get some motorcycle lessons in there, but I think they've had about enough of me now.
Working five days this week, like a normal person. Except for the whole Friday-through-Tuesday, four-til-twelve bit. I'm just about over this midweek weekend business. Also, it's bloody near impossible to get annual leave for weekend shifts - I applied two weeks ago for leave in April for my dad's 50th, and no can do apparently. As for Julie's 21st next Saturday, I know it's not even worth trying. Might be time for another set of sickies.
Should sleep.
Last weekend in Hamilton was fun. Fell in love with Dave Dobbyn all over again, in the pouring rain, had to retreat to the campsite due to the freezing. Yeah, summer. Might have fallen out of love with Shaun. Hard to say, but it's a nice idea. He told me he's a reformed man (his exact words), apologised for something or other I couldn't get him to pin down - for the life of me I can't think of anything he's done that he would realise made me unhappy - and then said he's now on the lookout for a proper girlfriend (again, verbatim. Proper as in not a whore, I'm guessing). And it seemed like he wanted me to be that proper girlfriend, but I was for the first time not interested. Might be related to Alex being back from Mexico, I guess.
I mean, seriously, how hot is a man who goes to Mexico for the summer to work in an orphanage?
And plays the didgeridoo?
And is actually hot?
I have to keep him.
And speaking of boys, apparently David's going to propose to Tagi when he goes to Samoa to meet her family this month. Sickeningly romantic. Not sure if I want her to say yes. Not that it's up to me, or anything to do with me, but I feel like either way he's likely to end up crying. From what I've seen of their relationship, she calls the shots and will drop anything to catch a flight when her mother calls and is very easily offended, and he expects her to change once things get official. While I'm all for cultural differences, personality differences are less easily resolved, and I think he's confusing the two.
Holy shit, I think I'm called to be a relationship guru.