Well, I just ate pancakes.

They were good.

I have decided that today I won't leave the house. I love holidays. I can't believe it's tuesday already, I can feel this precious 2 weeks slipping away!

On Saturday I worked. When I got home there were 2 cars in the driveway, so I knew that we had visitors. Grandma, Granddad, Kathy, Ian, Nicole, Jack and Amber to be exact. It was fun.

I also worked on Sunday, then went to Emma's house. We (Emma, Emz, Lilabet, Marian and me) watched stupid movies, drank root beer and ate pizza and raw ovenbake chips. They were raw because we were really hungry and Emma couldn't be bothered putting them back in the oven for longer. Yeeeuchhhk.

Then yesterday we went off to Stephen's to watch Lost. Then Emma came to our house and we watched Scream and Scream 2. I had never got around to watching them before. Now I have to watch Scream 3.

Emma went home when Marian went to work this morning.

Maybe that is why my holidays are slipping away, I have been too busy.

Don't think I haven't been studying though, this morning I tipped all my books onto the floor and sorted them into 5 piles... one for each subject. Then I drew up a study timetable. I'm all organised. What... you mean I have to actually open the books? I didn't get that far.

I will though.

Only one thing to say really, holidays are here.

I'm not even working much, yay!

Today we had a shared lunch in Biology. It was awesome, like Primary school all over again! We played games for the last 15 minutes of Chem aswell. W00t.

Oh, and GH told us why she was wearing the lei of shame. Appearantly Mr Dawson was observing her teaching a yr9 class and instead of writing "the advantage of sexual reproduction is increased variation" on the board, she wrote "the enjoyment of sexual reproduction is increased variation". Teehee. He didn't draw attention to it and the kids didn't notice, they just copied it down.

I just found out today that I was away for group photos. I was also away for the giant 7th form photo earlier in the year so there will be no photographic evidence of me being in the 7th form in the yearbook. I should have dropped out last year and worked at KFC for the rest of my life.

And Stephen thinks I'm a lesbian.

O_o

This entry is very... fragmented. Oh well, it's the holidays! *squee!!!*

Yesterday was emotionally and physically draining for everyone involved.

I started early, making sandwiches. Then I went to headquarters where I helped put the sandwiches into baskets, fill flasks and put milk, teabags, coffee and sugar into little jars. Then I went with my new friend (a retired lady who was roped in to organise the sandwiches) and fed and watered Labour scrutineers around the area.

This lady was awesome. She is retired and lives across the railway tracks, near St Pats. She is right into Science Fiction and her DVDs and she apologises for her language when she says blast.

Then I was back at headquarters. We were taking calls from people who needed rides to the polling station. We also rang people who were enrolled to vote but didn't vote last time and asked them if they needed rides. Nearly all of them had already voted (record turn out this year, because it was so close) and only one person actually yelled "and I voted National!" Cuddler. He can go and Cuddle himself.

Then I was taken up to another HQ because there was someone there who was going up to Levin for Darren's party that night and I needed a lift. Darren has only got his seat by 226 votes and Nathan Guy has demanded a recount. Grrrr....

So it will be weeks before the special votes are in, recounts are completed, a coalition deal is thrashed out and we know who will be leading the country. Although we only have one seat less than we did last time, National has gained to have almost the same amount at the expense of the smaller parties.

They also have a huge majority of the electorates. Check out the huge swing the the right.

2002: http://xtramsn.co.nz/news/0,,13175,00.html
2005: http://xtramsn.co.nz/news/0,,13174,00.html

Oh, the most embarrasing thing that happened to me: Judy Keall made me shake hands with her 5 or 6 times until I got it right. "Don't you ever present a shy limp hand to me again! We are equals." God she's scary.

Time for some haiku

Finally over
The things-that-must-not-be-named
Now called school exams

Efforts were varied
From scribbling furiously
To completely sad

Normal school resumes
Braced for disappointed looks
Sure to be received

It's my Emma!

http://img59.imageshack.us/img59/7894/emma1bk.jpg

Well, I totally bummed out in my English mock.

I didn't think I would get good marks, so I just didn't. Hmmm...

On a completely unrelated note, I have decided that having absolutely no artistic ability shouldn't put me off attempting crappy little comics. Check it out:

They're back!

The 6-year-old just stood next to me for 10 minutes as I read gab. He was holding a toy chicken and describing the sound effects it made, before the battery went flat.

Then he noticed what earrings I'm wearing. "Wait a minute... You're the one with the water pistol!"

"Why, yes I am..." I replied as I retrieved it from my pocket and took aim, only to have him run screaming from the room.

Go me!

I just noticed that the toy chicken is now sitting on top of the computer monitor, watching me. How creepy is that?

My brother just arrived...

...and one of his kids came running through the door and crashed into my back, practically screaming "can I use that computer after you?!?"

I turned around and looked at him, then pointed at the computer in the foyer that he had rushed past to get to me and said "that one's free." He just stared at me so I said, "why don't you get it before your brother does?"

Why do 6-year-olds need prompting for everything?

I just asked him how old he was and after saying he was 6, he asked "why do you want to know how old I am? You are talking to someone on the comuter about me! What would you do if I typed Marian into this computer?"

I replied that I wouldn't do anything, because that is Marian's name.

Mmmm...

I just made myself a drink. This is what I did:

I took 1 coffee plunger and made 1 full strength coffee, but with 1/4 of the water.

Took 1 tall glass and added 3 teaspoons of milo and 2 teaspoons of sugar.

Mixed in the strong coffee and filled the glass with cold milk.

Yummy chocolate and coffee milk! Yay!



Today at work I told a lady that knows both Emma and Anja about the mean prank they pulled on me yesterday. She thought it was mean. So there.


Darren Hughes (or Ralph Malph as Emma likes to call him) came into the shop today. He was down here because he was speaking at the Diabetes society meeting. (Mum went, she thinks he's awesome. She also thinks it's cool that he would take the time to give a speech that wasn't blatantly plugging Labour one week before the election.) Apearantly he talked about how great the Kapiti Diabetic society is. How they not only look after their members, but do a lot to educate the public to prevent and catch it early and stuff.

Anyway, he came over to chat and I showed him that the other students working all had Labour wrist bands on. Yay for me! Then we talked about all the pamphlet addressing and delivering I have been doing. He reckons that Labour will win, but it will be close. Then he said, "but I definately know it will be us."

I said, "and how are you so sure?"

He replied that "the bean poll never lies."

The bean poll at the Coastlands muffin break has Labour way, way ahead.

Ooh... the results for the whole country are a bit close for my liking.



Anyway, it seems that this entry has been sponsored by coffee.


Hey, why is McDonalds coffee so hot? I like hot coffee, but not blister-my-tongue hot. I got one during my morning break today (and a hash brown!) and I couldn't drink it because I only had 5 minutes left. Maybe if I had milk it would have cooled it down a bit? I ended up microwaving it at lunch, only to chuck out the last 1/4 because I don't like Mcdonalds coffee anyay.

I got a mochachinno from taste bud intead.

I need to stop spending my money on caffeine.

The blog of a friend...

...a big hairy friend who fancies Jesse James, but doesn't seem to appreciate Sandra Bullock.

I mean sure, they aren't very attractive photos of Sandy... But he has annoyed me muchly.

Grrr...

My new favourite quote:

Helen Clark, to an annoying American presenter of a NZ touristy-type show: "You sure do say woah a lot."

Very restrained. I would have smashed his head onto the rocks that the jet-boat was whizzing past, just to make him shut up.

But then, I'm just not a Nice Person.

It's times like these...

... that I wish I had a phaser pistol. And it wouldn't be set on stun.



I am still very sick, but I have my physics mock exam this afternoon. I'm getting ready, with a berroca and a 1/2 coffee 1/2 milo. When I say 1/2 and 1/2 I really mean that each of them is full strength, if not stronger.

Anyway, I'm chatting to Emma on msn ans suddenly she asks how I'm going to get to school in half an hour. My exam is in 2 hours, so you can understand my concern.

"What the ffff.....!" I yell type.


pacegirl s Porthos I want to feed him cheese says:
it's been bought forward to 12

Agent Red (for Labour...) - Up Yours (in a scottish accent) says:
how the ffff... was I supposed to know?

Agent Red (for Labour...) - Up Yours (in a scottish accent) says:
when was it changed?

Spacegirl s Porthos I want to feed him cheese says:
I don't know

Agent Red (for Labour...) - Up Yours (in a scottish accent) says:
when did you hear?

Spacegirl s Porthos I want to feed him cheese says:
when I had my exam this morning

Agent Red (for Labour...) - Up Yours (in a scottish accent) says:
so when was I suppoesed to find out?

Agent Red (for Labour...) - Up Yours (in a scottish accent) says:
I haven't been at school

Then I start to try and cover my arse...

Agent Red (for Labour...) - Up Yours (in a scottish accent) says:
you didn't tell me, ok?

Agent Red (for Labour...) - Up Yours (in a scottish accent) says:
ffffing hell

Spacegirl s Porthos I want to feed him cheese says:
hi, it's anja here

Agent Red (for Labour...) - Up Yours (in a scottish accent) says:
I hate you

Agent Red (for Labour...) - Up Yours (in a scottish accent) says:
I hate you so much

Agent Red (for Labour...) - Up Yours (in a scottish accent) says:
I knew Emma wouldn't do that

Spacegirl s Porthos I want to feed him cheese says:
various animated "lol" thingies

Spacegirl s Porthos I want to feed him cheese says:
mmhhmmmm

Agent Red (for Labour...) - Up Yours (in a scottish accent) says:
I HATE YOU


From this conversation, can you see just how tight my chest is? If I have a heart attack from the stress, it is their fault.

If I had been talking to Anja, I would have said "haha, shut up."

I did consider piss taking for a couple of seconds, but I thought "nah, that is something Anja would do."

Of course, everyone is back to being perfectly friendly now. Grrr...

From these, you would think I loved them:





But really...

Random photo time!

First, this is Simone Lahbib. Isn't she pretty?



Ok, so this will be a quick replay of the last year. I will just post the thumbnails.

School workday:



The day I went to the Labour conference. I took Darren Hughes his 27th birthday cake when he was up on the stage. It was fun. Here I am showing off one of my impulse buy of the day, from that creepy shop in James Smith Corner.



This is me with my niece. Isn't she cute?



Fun at the park with my nephew.



My sister. So. Aroungry.



Happy Birthday to meeee! I'm more interested in the baby, Marian can have the cake.



Christmas. *squee*



The heaters in the chem lab don't work. So I had to wear THE HAT.



The ball. See the top? It is shiny because it is 8% metal. Doesn't say what kind, but that's what it says on the tag.



We love us!



My granddad's birthday cake. I don't know the binary for 82, so it is 8 and then 2.



Helping with the campaign instead of studying for mocks...



So. That pretty much sums up my life.

*cries*

Hiya

Well, I finally got a blog. I used to have one, but it was severely neglected. It died.



The only real reason I started a blog is the fact that I have no where appropriate to post this engineering and structural feat: superwine and paradiso ice-cream sandwiches.

What else would I be doing to avoid studying before my physics mock? Oh, we aren't allowed to call them mocks anymore. Mock, mop... what ever. The point is that I was procrastinating. It took me all day to come up with something to distract me. It seems that I was putting off my procrastination. Does that surprise anyone?

I got the idea when I couldn't decide whether to sneak some more superwine biscuits or get a bowl out and have some ice-cream. Superwine! When I grow up, I'm going to be a super hero and I shall name myself Superwine! I will spread my biscuity goodness and there will be peace on earth. And harsher penalties for parole violators.

Anyway, onto the sandwiches.

First, I laid out my biscuits and the bread board and got the ice-cream out. As you can see, I have already made a few planning marks with a knife. And some lettuce. And a bench that needs a tidy and wipe down.



Then I cut myself a cube of ice-cream. Full of cubey paradisio-y goodness. And some onions.



As you can see, I tried to put what I didn't need back.



All carefully laid out...



And assembled. Also, some gherkins, margarine and a coffee thingy.



2 minutes later, I can be seen enjoying them on webcam.



Last night dad asked why there was an empty gherkin jar in the computer room. I declined the opportunity to comment.

Anyway, I'm off to do stuff. Like wipe the bench. Anything but open my physics books again.