Life Outside PLT1

Tip Top icecream factory tour

i’m a little ballerina

Very, very late 19th birthday party, with nothing else planned. $2 each (matched by an equal contribution from Tip Top, goes to charity).

Friday the 22nd of February, 1:30-2:30 PM, meeting at the Tip Top factory at 1:15 PM

Need between 12 and 45 people, reply here or contact me ASAP.

Confirmed so far:

1. Michael
2. Hannah
3. Jeremy
4. Abhishek
5. Sourabh
6. Itamar
7. Merav + 3 friends
8. *
9. *
10. *
11. Sean
12. John
13. Hayden
14. Amy
15. Betty
16. Jin
17. Binny
18. Nick

Maybes:

1. Andie - I wish, I have to work! Bring me back and icecream!
2. Tuan
3. Claudius
4. Simon
5. Daniela
6. Sarah

New Years Resolution

First off, Happy New Year All. What did I do? I went away to Tongaporutu and well, basically we trashed a house. It was a mates 21st, so we had a fancy dress, she put on the food and booze and a Piñata full of condoms, as well as party poppers, confetti etc. For lack of a better word, it was fun. And we didn’t break anything (apart from the Piñata).

Rob looks like the dark side of the force in this pic, but it’s a cute one of me!

So anyhows, my new years resolution this year is no potato chips for this year. And for me, yes corn chips come under the potato chip category. Now this is going to require some forward thinking before lans, as lans survive on potato chips. (It’s true, your computer now no longer requires electricity, potato chips will do!)

Red Strawberries

what i did on my holidays.

i got drunk. christmas saw me drinking TWO BOTTLES of whisky. i got my nosebridge and both nipples peirced. i got a new tattoo. i went to a scaface claw gig. i went to a bones gig. i just missed out on a gideons gig. i got to four parties.

overall this is awesome as camille likes the idea of me having metal in my nipples.

im drunk and my nipples hurt. fuckin’ ciao yo. i love you guys ^_^

Welcome to Washington DC: It smells of jet fuel here

(Scroll down for tldr, pictures to follow when I feel like it)

Ok, so it’s probably not the most accurate description of the capital city, but given that I’m passing through here with roughly 12 hours of sleep for the past 96 hours, it’s the most cogent description I am likely to provide.

The trip over was marked by conversation with the cute girl from the windy city sitting next to me (I neglected to get pics, my apologies) and Air NZ’s new in-flight entertainment system. While I was impressed with the content (Numerous recent release movies, a collection of TV series episodes and many albums worth of music), I wasn’t impressed with the controller/remote. Sluggish and unresponsive (button presses would go unrecognised, control lag ranged from nothing to 5 seconds or more and the prevalence of sub-menus made navigation and selection a somewhat arduous task if the controller decided to play-up (read: All the time).

Fast forward several movies (Stardust, The Simpsons), an hour playing Shining Force 2 and watching the CSI episodes encoded on my PSP and I was in Las Angeles. Collecting bags and incorrectly filling out both of the necessary arrival forms proved no real obstacle to my ultimate objective: Finding my parents so I could resume leaching food and other essential resources (Internet, Jokes about receding hair lines, transport, etc) off them. Five seconds after stepping out of the Terminal I get ambushed by a well dressed African American attempting to garner donations for “The Homeless”. Being a long-time pessimist about the trustworthiness of people who loiter around terminals soliciting tourists, I told him the truth, “I don’t have any American money”, this obviously wasn’t good enough “We accept foreign currency too”, I was ready for this, “I dumped my foreign cash before I came here because I knew I wouldn’t be able to spend it”. I walked away victorious, but feeling a little bit down about the whole thing, ’cause hey, y’know, “The Homeless”.

Having duly txted my parents “Outside now” and received a coherent response (at least something that counted as coherent from Mum using predictive txting) “Fiue+Mins”… Twenty minutes later they roll up in the rental car, they’d been “at burger king” (this is odd given Dad’s avowed dislike of fast food chains). What follows next can only be described as a two hour drive along the freeway to Marriott Newport Beach (We saw the Goodyear Blimp ^_^).

Upon reaching the Marriott (which we scored via a Timeshare exchange), I realise that I should’ve gone to LA with my family a week ago. Free internet, 3 TV’s (with many many channels), ocean views, multiple bathrooms, full kitchen. I could’ve done what I did at home for the past 6 days (Watching TV, playing WoW, randomly baking biscuits, inciting bizarre two-way exchanges of insanity over MSN), I’d been foiled once again by relying on my keen sense of lethargy rather than objective planning (does anyone even do that anymore? I’m beginning to suspect that no one ever has or will).

A short time afterwards, I am comfortably perched in the couch watching CNN when my parents announce their intention to head to a nearby shopping mall (they somehow managed to talk $150 worth of shopping vouchers out of the resort, I decided not to ask exactly how they did this).

The next day was entirely comprised of: Not sleeping (had to get up at 5:30 to catch our connecting flight to Washington DC), waiting for delayed flights (snowstorm in Chicago) and giving up on driving to our friends’ place in Charlottesville due to the fact that it was already 11pm and we still hadn’t managed to pick up our rental car. Crashing out at Best Western in Leesburg (and taking full advantage of the complimentary breakfast buffet) I managed slightly under 6 hours of sleep (2am-8am).

The next morning was spent driving and now we’re in Charlottesville. My internal clock is completely shot, I keep asking what time it is because I honestly don’t know if I can trust the time given to me by my cellphone/iPod/Laptop because they’re all had their times changed repeatedly to try and keep up with time-zones. After much comparison I now believe that it is 20:46 on Sunday the 2nd of December. This may all be part of a vast and Byzantine conspiracy to make me kill the president (or steal his waffles, or something), my brain is too addled to be able to tell.

tldr - I’m in the USA, I’m tired, Washington smells like jet fuel. Now in Charlottesville, still tired.

new coat.

i has new coat.

this coat is great, its warm, and so badass just wearing it is giving me an erection.

I had an interesting night

So, for those of you who know me, you know that I have been sobar for almost 2  years now. Not as in, I was an alcoholic and went to rehab, but more along the lines of, eh, i’m over drinking, been and gone etc. Tonight I went to the opening of ATC (Auckland Theatre Company) opening night for a show called The Crucible. Good show, go see it if you have the time and some money.  They had free drinks after the show. w00t. So I had a few dodedodedodedo. As you can imagine after not drinking for 2 years and I need to point out here that my daily intake of food consists of garlic bread, the drinks went to my head. And being Robs friends from this show who are all in theatre, we went out afterwards. To a place called The Supermarket on K-Road. This is the point when people learn I’m actually really naive. Now I am fully aware that there are gay bars out there, but I have never actually been to one. Until tonite that is. Now i’ve never had a problem with gay people, the gay community etc, and I still don’t, but it is still very different to see 2 eyes with tight tight jeans, full erections (which is plainly obvious) grinding against each other only meer centimetres away from you. For me personally, it was an eye opener. More along the lines of, I’m completely comfortable with this, which makes me feel pleased to not be homophobic. So lots of this type of action went on. And I’ve got to say, the boys with their tops off, they may be gay but man! are they cute!. Yummy. One of the more interesting parts of my night was the toilet time. When the drag queen walks out, says “Sorry Love”, smiles at you, yet you walk into the toilet and the seat is up and glitter is all around the place. Hehehehe. But what a great eviroment in general. It’s so relaxed and open and etc. I had such a good time!!

The reason I’m writing this? It’s 4.15am, Rob and I are in his office because we have both had too much to drive home and we are eating pasta snacks to see if it will help sobar us up. Mmmm.. Food!!

EEEEEEEEEEEEE! OMFG! HAPPY HAPPY!

• Directed by Genndy Tartakovsky!
• Concept design by Brian Froud!
• Uses puppets!
• Based on Hensons notes from the early 80’s!
• I’m too exstatic to type much more!

Rotorua Was Cool! WARNING: PICTURE TIME

At the Agrodome Sheep show:

Me in the gondola at Skyline Skyrides:

Rob on luge:

Me on luge:

Lady Knox geyser at Wai-O-Tapu:

The only pic taken of me and rob together:

Champange pool:

Rob patting the lion cubs at Paradise Valley Springs

Me feeding the Wallibies:

Lion cubs thought my hair was tasty (I’m actually laughing in this photo) :

And the wind sighs: “bollocks”

So im sitting here drinking flat coke out of a guiness glass, my room heady with the smell of undead cigarettes, italian colonge, and booze. There are guns under my bed and 4 unfinised bottles of spirits on the dining room table. there are four empty bottles of wine in the recycling bin. My room is trashed, my bed is an utter fucking mess and I only sobered up after midday. I lost all 3 of my lighters, and Im using a pink one I found in the bathroom.

The night started off simple enough. I bribe a 17 year old girl with promises of alcohol to turn peachy into an emo. That went off without a hitch really.

Following that, the night generally degenerated. The plan was to go to a gay bar which was preceeded by some serious drinking, during which mathew tripped out and informed us that his hands where in different time zones. I took a shot from the M16 right in my spine, and importantly I actually asked for it. I also made a girl cry, for which i feel quite remorseful. However i feel no remorse at shooting that git antony up a bit. And he manged to flash his nipples all over the show.

I didnt make it to the gay bar, antony let mango flavoured rum get the better of him and was quite ill, so I ended up playing nurse to him at 12:30 in the morning. After curling him up on the couch with with my favourite blanky and a bucket I started swigging melon liquer straight from the bottle. At some point I wandered off to bed and watched my room spin for a bit.

I woke up at 8:00 (still drunk) and got some coke, had a cigarette then crashed back out.

Just after 11 ant came in with blank, i wouldnt let him put it on the bed until i had farted royally. He crawled into bed with me and the morning began. with an hour Ant, Peach and I were busy groping lesbians in my bed. The lesbians were groping each other too.

Fucking legend.

more picdumps

LINUX AND BEER! Configuring postgres under influence isnt illegal is it? certainly fucking hope not.	Dan on stage. Vista was seriously giving him hell.
A Tui box in a bin at the waystop just outside of huntly. Who the hell drinks a whole pack of Tui with the powerstation for a view? “Party in Huntly - Yeah Right”	And finally a mexican lesbian. all for you.