i am owning my feelings this weekend. and they are as follows:

nauseous

on my plane home on friday (i was in christchurch) a chick lost her phone and held up the entire plane while it was found again. hurrah the phone was found. but not before tears.

and as the brooke fraser video clip came on the teeny tiny monitors that airnz has in its planes, phone chick cried and mouthed the words.

you, unlike me, might actually like brooke fraser. but i mean, come on! this is the video in question.



flattered

i went along to my friendly neighbourhood florist on saturday morning at around ten am. and was told it was a suprise to see a young person out and about so early. it was the florist equivalent of getting IDed at a liquor store. i played along. obviously.

afraid

two of the houses i was in this weekend had cats. cats catch mice. i actually became afraid of the second cat because it looked like it knew something. about me. i am considering counselling for my phobia.

sore

well, only in my throat. but it is mighty sore. i hate being sick. and the worst part of a sore throat is that you know it will be followed by snot. fricken awesome.

excited

because this weekend i launched my upcoming party. it is months away, but goddamn it i am excited. it will probably be the best party of the year. if everyone plays along that is.

confused

sunday is basically classic movie night if you are me. tonight, we watched giant. i am confused because james dean was only hot in the movie for about thirteen seconds. for the other three hours he looked like terry kiser in weekend at bernie's. rock hudson was entirely dull. and the directing or editing (hard to tell which) was infuriating. yet, i'd still recommend it.

tired

because i have only had like a three hour nap today. i said it was the throat, but actually naps rule and sometimes any excuse works. the only thing better than a nap is a good night's sleep. which is what i will attempt in three, two, one....

tonight, when i drunk my nine dollar cosmopolitans from concrete i felt so freakin' happy. that is what happens when you mix liquor and great ideas. the great ideas are still top secret, unlike my adoration of cranberry juice. adoration that has been with me since back in the day. when matterhorn was a hip new place and i could sit on a glass of cranberry juice for a good two hours. it is amazing how well you can pace yourself when you're actually destitute.

anway, just as well my evening involved liquor because my nerves a still a bit delicate. my office - ie the place i spend 4o hours a week - has mice. wonderful. today i had to get someone in my team to move a box under my desk because i'd convinced myself it was the nest. i am so irrational about this that actually i have to stop the description of my crazy tactics today because otherwise i wont be able to sleep. my imagination is what one might call overactive.

the first mouse spotted on my floor came out of the womens toilets yesterday. naturally i exclusively use the unisex disability access toilet now. but only after i turn on the light and stomp around a bit. today i felt a little more comfortable as i spotted the first of the bait boxes. is there a more joyous site than a bait box, be it a plastic semi circle or a cardboard rectangle? not according to this girl.

actually i'm ending this post now so i can go and watch something happy before bed. like something from this website. or cruz beckham breakdancing to the spice girls. anything to take my thoughts of my thermal socks at work being a comfy bed for a rodent predator.

shannon is cold. i know this because i spent most of the day at shannonfarm, which is where my sister lives. i went dressed warmly but i didn't realise i would be as cold as i was when i was in austria that time and old women laughed at me because i was so underdressed for the weather.

going to shannonfarm was somewhat of an achievement for me given that there are mice living there. but just for safety's sake i didn't ever put my bag on the ground. mice like to hide in bags apparently (thanks karori wildlife sanctuary for FREAKIN' ME OUT ABOUT THIS WITH YOUR SURELY SUPERFLUOUS BAG INSPECTION ON ENTRY). i also tried to spend as much time outside as possible. i went to look at the cows. but they smelt like effluent so i kind of tired of that quickly. also, i got to wear my gumboots on the farm. i think this is the first time ever that they have gotten muddy. it only took me three years to break them in.

if i ever had to live of a dairy farm i think i would go insane. it would be nice to have lots of room to move. and it is really really quiet at shannonfarm. but i am fully dependant on brunch locations and movie outtings and bars with expensive cocktails. not to mention my aversion to mice. but luckily for me, i "studied" dairy farming in fifth form for geography. so i am by no means a novice. i am familiar with the ins and outs of rye grass and clover and whatnot. okay, so you've got me. rye grass and clover, along what they do with bobby calves, are the sum total of what i remember from fifth form history. but they are very solid building blocks.

which reminds me that i still haven't found anyone who went to my highschool reunion last week. so i have no idea whether the peacocks were present at the walk of the grounds on sunday afternoon.

which also reminds me that even though i have no desire to join the oldgirls in thinking about the good times at high school, there is one high school reunion i have been adoring this weekend. i have finally got my hands on season two of 90210. and guess what? if anything it is better than season one. who would have thought it possible. not me. and fyi joanna: steve sanders continues to be hotter than i remember. but since brandon is essentially my first love (behind gilbert from anne of green gables and luke goss from bros) he retains a soft spot. and dylan in a wet suit, reow. so basically i'm hot for all of the boys except brian austin green. if only i'd gone to west beverly high instead of the east girls college i did attend. miss fortune is such a cruel bearch.