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....

you know life is good because whittakers now makes dark chocolate peanut slabs.

on the down side i can only find them in their giant slab size, but on the up side they are as delicious as you'd expect. bitter. sweet. peanutty. i can't even articulate why i think it is so great. so just imagine something that tastes like heaven and you're pretty freakin' close.

i am pretty tired, weary maybe, too tired even to google if dark chocolate has healing properties or increases your intelligence or whatever. so i'm going to make it up. dark chocolate is good for you. which is awesome. because i need me some healing. you know when you feel exhausted from work and you would complain in minute detail and then you remember most of it is petty actually and you should get over it or leave, so you get over it. but at the end of the day you're still weary? anyway, i know about that feeling cos it is my reality. i read other people's blogs and they are like students or whathaveyou and i'm like: that was the life. although i was too borderline clinically depressed at the time to actually enjoy any of it. too busy feeling sorry for myself and barely passing civil procedure exams. too busy babysitting my heart out and force feeding kids two minute noodles to shut them up for five minutes while i drank their parent's laffare coffee. too busy trying to find cure albums cheap and sitting at home alone listening to them. anyway in short i'm jealous. if i was a student - even though i'd hate the study - i would have interesting days and partying nights and wouldn't feel so world weary at the end of the day. and this is how i feel after half a giant peanut slab. imagine how i would feel without my bittersweet medicine?