everything you ever needed to know about me...

unexpectedly, my electric blanket has competition. there is a new blanket it town thanks to craft 2.0. pictured here. on my lap. it is green on the outside and brown on the inside. i've folded it over in this picture so you get to see both sides AT ONCE.

actually, dwell on this picture. because it contains just about everything you need to know about me.

1) i have at least two awesome blankets
2) i check facebook too often
3) i have the world's ugliest cellphone
4) chelsea clinton, my nyc ipod, is never far from me
5) i have hello kitty stickers on my lappy (aka tupac shakur)
6) i like pillows
7) i went to atomic last night and it was friggen aces. this one is implied by the photo because it was taken at like 9pm and i have already retired to my room for the evening due to physical exhaustion
8) i bought my bed in the late 1990s. i LOVE the wooden frame
9) i washed my hair this weekend. hence the slammin' curls

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part II: c4 uchoose40 voters are retarded.

c4uchouse40 voters are retarded because for (at least) a second time they have voted aerosmith's asteroid song number 1. OF ALL TIME. i watched the first few songs and she's like the wind was like number 38.

outrage!

so anyway, this weak segue leads to how i went to a movie in the wellington film festival today. hold me tight, let me go. at the unfortunate time of 10.45. unfortunate because today is a sunday. and i didn't get home until around 4. AM. and then i watched some gossip girl. i'm an addict.

for a proper review of the movie go here. basically it is a doco about 40 or so kids with behavioural problems brought about by severe emotional trauma who go to a boarding school. it is a window into their world. their world is pretty sux. i cried. 8/10. but the film festival internet ticket sales 0/10. i got a lame oh seat to the very side at the paramovnt even though i booked on the third day that tickets were available and even though the theatre was on the empty side. sure, my mum never stabbed my dad so in the scheme of things: no big deal. but it is the type of incompetence that after four hours sleep i really did not have the patience for. so i talked about how stoopid it was at volume while the lights dimmed. IN YOUR FACE FILM FESTIVAL INTERNET TICKET SALES.

something is wrong with my phone. i haven't been able to send pxts for days. which led me to buy these clothes without consulting anyone. which led me to break my no shopping rule. but hello i am awaiting a refund cheque from inland revenue due to me overpaying my student loan. so technically it is a cost neutral purchase or something.

but bigger issues: my phone. i hate it.

i hate it because it charges me seventeen cents for every text message. when c4 has the top 40 fifteen minutes of fame-ers that means like seventeen dollars in text messages. because you have to send at least two text messages per song to your bff... but more like three or four for some of the songs. like when they played train's drops of jupiter. and there were numerous text messages accusing mr leadsinger from train of being the best soy latte i ever had. which fyi wouldn't be hard because i thankfully have never had a soy latte.

also i hate my phone because even though it lets me type in web addresses like it MIGHT connect you to the internet the sad truth is it never ever ever does. but my phone people tell me it is all connected up and ready to go. so tonight at dinner when i desperately wanted to know the proportion of maori living in households with internet access i couldn't look up the statistics nz webpage. but then luckily someone else could because they had a better phone (fyi 25% as at 2001 census).

also my phone is quiet. like even when you turn the volume up super loud you can barely hear the person you are talking to. which, even though i don't have a hearing impairment, is simply unacceptable given the marvels of modern technology.

when my last phone before my last phone started to annoy me it refused to die. so even though it was five years old (and FYI it was lena's old phone from when she lived in sydney, so it was OOOOOLD by phone standards) it just kept on trucking. i even dropped it on the motorway... and it survived. this suggests that my current phone, which is also of the nokia family will last forever out of spite.

what else about my phone? actually very little else. and now that it is written down it just looks petty. hmmmm... funny that. i'm still going to post this though because, hello, that photo of me is awesome.

goodnight...