I finished packing for Dunedin today, and applied for two jobs down there.
Here's hoping one of them would be okay with an interview via skype~
Friday 11 May 2012
Wednesday 9 May 2012
so the guy i'm involved with and i were talking
about the cool places he wanted to show me in dunedin, which now includes a place called karatane, which is apparently beautiful on a sunny day. my response to him saying this was "oh cool, i'll add that to the list of places i've decided you're taking me" and he asked where he was taking me. i replied with
-new york
-naice
-paris
-the alter
he didn't get my joke, so i explained to him i meant the alter at a wedding, to which he responded "don't you think thats a little fast?" when it was definitely a joke, he is on a whole nother level of NOT GETTING IT
-new york
-naice
-paris
-the alter
he didn't get my joke, so i explained to him i meant the alter at a wedding, to which he responded "don't you think thats a little fast?" when it was definitely a joke, he is on a whole nother level of NOT GETTING IT
Monday 23 April 2012
Friday 20 April 2012
cool thing that happened at work today
before you read this please note i haven't had any 'action' in like five fucking months, also take note of the fact thats its 1am so there will be no real punctuation or caps in this entire post.
okay so i'd been working for like 7 hours straight and was fucking tired and not really thinking properly, and this hot guy comes into my work, and we are talking fucking hot, not like kinda cute but like "oh my god i want to sit on his face" hot, and he comes up to the counter and asks if he can make a booking for a movie tomorrow. through the saliva that is pouring out my mouth over how hot this guy is i say "sure, how many seats, and your last name?" and he says "just me, and my last name is topping" and in the tired state i was in (by the way i thought i said the following in my head" i replied with "that'd suit me just fine", the guy stared at me, and i realized i'd said it out loud, frantically i tried to think up some sort of bullshit and ended up saying "oh, its a reference to web therapy, its just this tv programme", and he leaves in a confused state. i turn around to see my co-worker laughing hysterically and i blush like a mother fucker.
cool. fucking. story
okay so i'd been working for like 7 hours straight and was fucking tired and not really thinking properly, and this hot guy comes into my work, and we are talking fucking hot, not like kinda cute but like "oh my god i want to sit on his face" hot, and he comes up to the counter and asks if he can make a booking for a movie tomorrow. through the saliva that is pouring out my mouth over how hot this guy is i say "sure, how many seats, and your last name?" and he says "just me, and my last name is topping" and in the tired state i was in (by the way i thought i said the following in my head" i replied with "that'd suit me just fine", the guy stared at me, and i realized i'd said it out loud, frantically i tried to think up some sort of bullshit and ended up saying "oh, its a reference to web therapy, its just this tv programme", and he leaves in a confused state. i turn around to see my co-worker laughing hysterically and i blush like a mother fucker.
cool. fucking. story
Thursday 19 April 2012
So I guess its been a while since I last wrote on this thing
Which I say every fucking post I make because I'm really lazy and just can't be fucked blogging,
however, its 2am and I can't sleep and I figured staring at a screen for a while would either give me some sort of visual impairment or make me want to sleep, but probably both.
Anyway, I feel as though I should let all one of my readers (hi mum!) know the changes that have happened over the last.. however long its been since I last blogged.
So, for starters, I'm single, which is great because I worked out I really fucking hate most guys, since the last proper boyf I had (Campbell Gordon) who can get fucked cheated on me twice and I found photo's of the first time (fuck you mother fucker) I've kinda doubted whether I actually enjoy being in a relationship, and it turns out I don't. Anyway, sidetracked as always it seems. I'm single, by choice, and my own choice, thank you very much sassy reader.
Secondly, I'm moving to Dunedin, which is in the south island and is fucking freezing, but beautiful, and I'm looking forward to that for many reasons, but sad at the same time because Auckland has been my home for 15 years, but its good to change, right? And I might as well move now, because whats the fucking point in waiting around for 'a sign', chances are there is no such thing as a sign to move but you realizing that its what you want to fucking do and rationalizing it by saying it was 'a sign'.
Thirdly, I got my septum repierced, which is great, and I'm starting to stretch it again, at the moment its only at 14G but I don't really wanna rush with this sort of shit.
Oh, turns out I did get tired.
Guess I'll finish this tomorrow?
Night cyber world
however, its 2am and I can't sleep and I figured staring at a screen for a while would either give me some sort of visual impairment or make me want to sleep, but probably both.
Anyway, I feel as though I should let all one of my readers (hi mum!) know the changes that have happened over the last.. however long its been since I last blogged.
So, for starters, I'm single, which is great because I worked out I really fucking hate most guys, since the last proper boyf I had (Campbell Gordon) who can get fucked cheated on me twice and I found photo's of the first time (fuck you mother fucker) I've kinda doubted whether I actually enjoy being in a relationship, and it turns out I don't. Anyway, sidetracked as always it seems. I'm single, by choice, and my own choice, thank you very much sassy reader.
Secondly, I'm moving to Dunedin, which is in the south island and is fucking freezing, but beautiful, and I'm looking forward to that for many reasons, but sad at the same time because Auckland has been my home for 15 years, but its good to change, right? And I might as well move now, because whats the fucking point in waiting around for 'a sign', chances are there is no such thing as a sign to move but you realizing that its what you want to fucking do and rationalizing it by saying it was 'a sign'.
Thirdly, I got my septum repierced, which is great, and I'm starting to stretch it again, at the moment its only at 14G but I don't really wanna rush with this sort of shit.
Oh, turns out I did get tired.
Guess I'll finish this tomorrow?
Night cyber world
Tuesday 6 March 2012
Saturday 3 March 2012
third post today dgaf
If I die someone better play this at my fucking funeral, because it is legit my favourite song of all time, potentially.
GAHHH
My doc martens just broke, like front of the sole is completely disattached from the leather upper.
Goodbye my babies, we lasted 4 years together, parting with you is going to be like parting from my child, except I hate children so probably very different.
RIP
Goodbye my babies, we lasted 4 years together, parting with you is going to be like parting from my child, except I hate children so probably very different.
RIP
Tuesday 28 February 2012
You know those people who are like "me and my boyfriend broke up but I wish him the best"
They are fucking liars. Like, fuck that. I hope he loses his job, gains a significant amount of weight, is lonely for 10+ years, unsuccessful, and finds himself in five years crying in bed about the fact that he lost me and that I'm a lot happier than him.
I wish them the worst in life, and if that makes me a total bitch, thats okay with me
I wish them the worst in life, and if that makes me a total bitch, thats okay with me
So last night/this morning (3am, whatever work it out)
I can this great idea for a porn movie and here it is:
Mary Antoinette look-a-like chick being slutty and whatever else porn stars do.
Are you all ready for the title?????
Let them eat cock
Its significantly less funny now that I've typed it out and people will assume I usually get thoughts like that, but whatever, you're all jealous of my creative mind
Mary Antoinette look-a-like chick being slutty and whatever else porn stars do.
Are you all ready for the title?????
Let them eat cock
Its significantly less funny now that I've typed it out and people will assume I usually get thoughts like that, but whatever, you're all jealous of my creative mind
Sunday 26 February 2012
Cool phone conversations with our internet provider
Woman at Slingshot: Hi, Wesley? Is that who I'm speaking to? We recieved an email from you earlier and were just following that up. We tried to contact you earlier today about it
Me: Oh yeah! Hi, yeah its me. I heard the phone ring but I was masturb-DISTRACTED
Me: Oh yeah! Hi, yeah its me. I heard the phone ring but I was masturb-DISTRACTED
Monday 20 February 2012
People seem to forget it,
but there is no easier way to make someones day than paying them a compliment, seriously, one little compliment. I was thinking about it the other day, and being an avid food lover, I compared it to eating, (note, I'm typing this with no real intent to post it so if I end up publishing this post it will be a little badly written). Getting back to the point, compliments are like food in the sense that (stick with me here, this idea is easier to think than to type) but when we're hungry, we want food, and what do we do to get food, we make an effort to get it. Its the same with compliments, if someone is feeling a little bit low, they want some sort of recognition that their existence matters, I am in no way saying that someone is going to go to McDonalds and ask for a compliment combo with a side of flirting, but they want some sort of assurance that what they are doing is appreciated.
As a test to prove this theory correct,I complimented a few people, and this was my favourite one, because it was to someone who totally deserved to be fed one.
At my work there is a girl that often comes in by herself to see movies, I'm going to call her Rachel, because all the Rachel's I know more or less fit this description, she quiet, well mannered, and really easy to deal with, however, last friday night she came in with a group of girls who were clearly a lot more outgoing/confident than her. One girl (who was in my opinion, the slut of the group, who I'm naming Bianca) made a joke about Rachel being ginger, Rachel quickly went quiet, her face turned red, and she seemed a lot less happy to be there. So when she came up to the counter to ask for her ticket, I asked her who does her hair, and how much she thought it'd cost to get mine to that colour, because I thought it looked fantastic. Her friends quickly shut up, and Rachel seemed really happy that someone had noticed something unique about her and instead of putting her down for it, applauded her on it. When Bianca came up, she seemed extremely confident that I was going to compliment her on her beauty, or her hair, or something else any generic heterosexual male would usually say to her, I'm assuming it'd be some awful pick up line along the lines of "Hey, when the movie finishes can I take you out in my car and we can go for a ride" or something ridiculous like that, I gave her the ticket, and said "next please", she seemed shocked at the idea of Rachel being more appealing than her, so I've decided to label the Bianca's of the world: Over eaters. I don't mean that they're morbidly obese or something like that, I'm talking about the compliment side of this post, which is taking so much longer to write that I had anticipated, anyway, she's ~eaten~ so many compliments that she just expects them, where as girls like Bianca are the under eaters, again, with compliments, not food, she hasn't had enough compliments, and she's genuinely the nicest customer I serve.
When I came back yesterday to work, my boss beckoned me into her office, and told me that Rachel had thanked her for hiring such wonderful staff, especially me, which to be honest felt freaking awesome, knowing that one sentence could've made such a lovely person so happy. Basically what I'm getting at (in an extremely long and slightly confusing way) is this, why don't you feed someone a compliment, just one, and see how fantastic it is to see the look on their face when they catch sight of your meal.
Fuck, I sound like a total twat with all this "compliment combo" shit, but you get my drift, be nice to people!
As a test to prove this theory correct,I complimented a few people, and this was my favourite one, because it was to someone who totally deserved to be fed one.
At my work there is a girl that often comes in by herself to see movies, I'm going to call her Rachel, because all the Rachel's I know more or less fit this description, she quiet, well mannered, and really easy to deal with, however, last friday night she came in with a group of girls who were clearly a lot more outgoing/confident than her. One girl (who was in my opinion, the slut of the group, who I'm naming Bianca) made a joke about Rachel being ginger, Rachel quickly went quiet, her face turned red, and she seemed a lot less happy to be there. So when she came up to the counter to ask for her ticket, I asked her who does her hair, and how much she thought it'd cost to get mine to that colour, because I thought it looked fantastic. Her friends quickly shut up, and Rachel seemed really happy that someone had noticed something unique about her and instead of putting her down for it, applauded her on it. When Bianca came up, she seemed extremely confident that I was going to compliment her on her beauty, or her hair, or something else any generic heterosexual male would usually say to her, I'm assuming it'd be some awful pick up line along the lines of "Hey, when the movie finishes can I take you out in my car and we can go for a ride" or something ridiculous like that, I gave her the ticket, and said "next please", she seemed shocked at the idea of Rachel being more appealing than her, so I've decided to label the Bianca's of the world: Over eaters. I don't mean that they're morbidly obese or something like that, I'm talking about the compliment side of this post, which is taking so much longer to write that I had anticipated, anyway, she's ~eaten~ so many compliments that she just expects them, where as girls like Bianca are the under eaters, again, with compliments, not food, she hasn't had enough compliments, and she's genuinely the nicest customer I serve.
When I came back yesterday to work, my boss beckoned me into her office, and told me that Rachel had thanked her for hiring such wonderful staff, especially me, which to be honest felt freaking awesome, knowing that one sentence could've made such a lovely person so happy. Basically what I'm getting at (in an extremely long and slightly confusing way) is this, why don't you feed someone a compliment, just one, and see how fantastic it is to see the look on their face when they catch sight of your meal.
Fuck, I sound like a total twat with all this "compliment combo" shit, but you get my drift, be nice to people!
Saturday 11 February 2012
Forgot to mention it (I think)
But I started working a second job a few weeks ago at a new cinema in Howick called the Monterey, the only people that ever really come in are old people and stoner kids wanting choc tops, but its great!
Turns out a girl I walked in a runway show ages ago is working with me, which is awesome because usually the stoners who want food ask her because she's hot and they think they have a chance with her.
But anyway, I've been crazy flat out working, which is a lot more difficult than you'd think working at a cinema would be.
The reason I actually made this post was to show everyone (and by everyone, I mean the two followers I have - to my knowledge) my uniform, which I realized about a minute ago is in the was. So I guess I'll have to show you some other time.
Basically, its me in a nom*D dress shirt, Zambesi pants (which my boss dislikes because the front of them are a shiny polyurethane and the back are cotton, but she told me on my first day to wear "poly-cotton black pants" which these TECHNICALLY are), a Rick Owens vest, my black Dr Martens, and an apron which I wear as a skirt the majority of the time.
I'll put a photo up when the apron is dry.
And sorry to anyone who reads this for disappointing you over the last few weeks about not posting regularly, I'll get better I promise!
Turns out a girl I walked in a runway show ages ago is working with me, which is awesome because usually the stoners who want food ask her because she's hot and they think they have a chance with her.
But anyway, I've been crazy flat out working, which is a lot more difficult than you'd think working at a cinema would be.
The reason I actually made this post was to show everyone (and by everyone, I mean the two followers I have - to my knowledge) my uniform, which I realized about a minute ago is in the was. So I guess I'll have to show you some other time.
Basically, its me in a nom*D dress shirt, Zambesi pants (which my boss dislikes because the front of them are a shiny polyurethane and the back are cotton, but she told me on my first day to wear "poly-cotton black pants" which these TECHNICALLY are), a Rick Owens vest, my black Dr Martens, and an apron which I wear as a skirt the majority of the time.
I'll put a photo up when the apron is dry.
And sorry to anyone who reads this for disappointing you over the last few weeks about not posting regularly, I'll get better I promise!
Tuesday 7 February 2012
I bought a new shirt today
Its from the new Zambesi collection, and its beautiful, and I'm totally going to have to starve for the next two weeks to pay it off, but its worth it.
Will post a photo of it when I get it, which will hopefully be soon
Will post a photo of it when I get it, which will hopefully be soon
Friday 3 February 2012
God I hate those cunts
who are all "i hate valentines day because its the one day guys treat girls like princesses when they should be treated like that everyday", like bro shut the fuck up
no one asked you for your bullshit fake ass opinion while you try to subtly try to convince us that you treat girls with respect and blah blah blah
i don't give a fuck about what you do with your princess girlfriend or how you treat her because its probably a giant fucking lie and the only reason you are saying shit like that is because you are desperate to get sex from some needy bitch that you promise to treat like a princess
either that or you are fucking gay as fuck
no one asked you for your bullshit fake ass opinion while you try to subtly try to convince us that you treat girls with respect and blah blah blah
i don't give a fuck about what you do with your princess girlfriend or how you treat her because its probably a giant fucking lie and the only reason you are saying shit like that is because you are desperate to get sex from some needy bitch that you promise to treat like a princess
either that or you are fucking gay as fuck
Monday 23 January 2012
I don't really bother with outfits, normally I just throw stuff together, but I wanted to show off my new shorts, so here's the outfit description.
Skirted shorts and shirt by nom*D, sweater by Zambesi, shirt used as skirt by Henrik Vibskov, doc martens I paid a dollar for ( LOVE TRADEME ) and binocular case (behind back ) from an opshop in Glen Innes.
Sunday 22 January 2012
Saturday 21 January 2012
Just bought these mother fuckers for a dollar
The best part about it is I have a wedding that I have to go to in a few weeks time, and these are the closest I think I could get to wearing dress pants, (dunno why but I've just always been a jeans person) and they are exactly my size!
First pair of pants I've seen on trademe that are 29'' waist that I actually like,
so pretty fucking happy about today :D
Friday 20 January 2012
Saturday 14 January 2012
This post is going to make me sound like a total dick
but whatever,
I really dislike extremely happy people, or just people who are really open about their happiness.
Like, good for you and everything for being so joyful (is that a word, my computer says it is so it is now!) but do you really need to parade around and be that happy?
I sound like a total misanthrope, which half the time is the case.
Well, ish.
I just dislike people confusing me with being "depressed", I am in no way whatsoever depressed,
I'm sad, but I'm happy with being sad.
I enjoy being sad.
Its easy, and I like the colour black so I suppose I fit into a generic stereotype.
Anyway, I better go cook some sort of dinner, which will actually be my breakfast today due to my hangover stopping me from eating anything.
Night.
I really dislike extremely happy people, or just people who are really open about their happiness.
Like, good for you and everything for being so joyful (is that a word, my computer says it is so it is now!) but do you really need to parade around and be that happy?
I sound like a total misanthrope, which half the time is the case.
Well, ish.
I just dislike people confusing me with being "depressed", I am in no way whatsoever depressed,
I'm sad, but I'm happy with being sad.
I enjoy being sad.
Its easy, and I like the colour black so I suppose I fit into a generic stereotype.
Anyway, I better go cook some sort of dinner, which will actually be my breakfast today due to my hangover stopping me from eating anything.
Night.
So last night I went to see this at Rialto, and I found myself crying throughout the majority of the movie, it was good, by God it was good, but a real tear jerker.
The person I watched it with also decided that he wanted to try what Enoch, the main character ( who has a fucking cool name in my opinion) does, which is crash funerals.
Which is quite awful, but I guess if he isn't hurting anyone its fine, right?
Anyway, really good film.
Still unsure if anyone reads the shit I post, if you're out there and you're reading this, you should definitely watch this film.
Thursday 12 January 2012
Wednesday 11 January 2012
Its my birthday today,
So as a gift to myself, I bought myself new cologne (Duro from World Beauty), and Tokyo Milk hand cream from Margot Bena.
I also got a new shirt from Zambesi and a Florence and the Machine ticket and $80,
I'm a spoiled mother fucker!
I'm also having a tea party on saturday to celebrate, which will be my first actual birthday party, so I'm quite excited. Photo's will be posted
I also got a new shirt from Zambesi and a Florence and the Machine ticket and $80,
I'm a spoiled mother fucker!
I'm also having a tea party on saturday to celebrate, which will be my first actual birthday party, so I'm quite excited. Photo's will be posted
Tuesday 10 January 2012
Monday 9 January 2012
So I've been a bit down for the last few weeks,
after breaking up with my boyfriend of seven months, I drunkenly slept with someone else, and about a week ago we were talking, and I told him about it, so we would have everything out in the open, and since then he's kinda hated me, which I get is totally reasonable, but still sucks.
On a different note, do people even read this?
In one way I hope no one does, because this is practically a diary to me ( I was always useless at keeping a dairy, I'd either lose them or just draw through them), but at the same time I want to know if people actually do bother reading this, so I know to leave out really personal stuff.
I'm pretty sure there is a way I can check, but if I'm being completely honest I don't understand blogspot, which in a way is why I like it, although I often find myself feeling quite primitive trying to work out how to upload things.
Anyway, I better get back to work.
Bye.
On a different note, do people even read this?
In one way I hope no one does, because this is practically a diary to me ( I was always useless at keeping a dairy, I'd either lose them or just draw through them), but at the same time I want to know if people actually do bother reading this, so I know to leave out really personal stuff.
I'm pretty sure there is a way I can check, but if I'm being completely honest I don't understand blogspot, which in a way is why I like it, although I often find myself feeling quite primitive trying to work out how to upload things.
Anyway, I better get back to work.
Bye.
Sunday 1 January 2012
Happy New Years!
Its new years day and I've got me a mug full of wine.
Good way to start off the year!
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