I have a confession



High School Musical.

I got the 3-set DVDs for Christmas. Oh Joy. HSM1, HSM the concert and HSM2. Just give me Zac Efron with those gorgeous blue eyes and I’m lost.

Of course you can’t deny the catchy tunes that get stuck in your head and have me yelling at random intervals “you are the music in me!”

My family might not appreciate it as much, but screw ’em.

It makes me wish my life was a musical and that I was the one who, ya know, started off all awkward and was unsure of her voice and dance moves. But then I turn out to be the best. I do like to sing and dance, but uh, I’m not that best.

I’m not even good.

I’m terrible.

And still, that doesn’t stop me.

Poor Poor World.


so yum

Roast Chicken Subway Salad

With gherkins. Yum. I never used to be a huge fan of gherkins, I used to pick them out of my burgers at McDonalds etc. But now that I don’t eat much McDonalds I seem to like gherkins more.

I  have been obsessed with birth lately after watching “Knocked Up” again last weekend. Birth freaks the shit outta me. It’s sore, and painful, and you have to push a kind out of where?! How big is the kid!? Is that even humanly possible!?

I have always wanted kids, and I still do, but only if I get to skip the birth part.


Guess the book

“You haven’t got a letter on yours,” George observed. “I suppose she thinks you don’t forget your name. But we’re not stupid – we know we’re called Gred and Feorge.”

Name the book, the author, and the scene and you are awesome 😀

I pledge…

I pledge that from now until the end of the year I will:

  • Drink at least two 750ml bottles of water a day (I drink hardly any, it’s a real challenge for me).
  • Eat ONLY from the Core food list. No bonus points unless it’s on alcohol (see next). Exempt on Christmas Day.
  • Drink only two alcoholic drinks a night if I must, with diet soda. I am exempt on my birthday (29th Dec).
  • Walk at least 30mins a day (including Christmas Day) and wear my pedometer.
  • Plan as many meals as I can.
  • Eat more veges and try to have as little salt as possible.
  • Jump on the internet or email if I have a lapse for an instantaneous motivation boost. Or to at least distract me.

Here I go.

My dead body is worth $5015.00

On Friday night I went home to visit my parents. We spent Saturday getting a Christmas tree, doing Christmas shopping, and painting the office. It started off that I was going to paint the free standing wardrobe. Then mum realised we had lots of paint left over (was given to us) and that it matched the other wall in the office/sleep out. So, I painted the kitchen. Freakin’ spiders though. Why do they always run TOWARDS me!? Actually, why is there an insane amount of spiders in there in the first place? It’s like a spider world. Yuck.

On Sunday night I went up to Orewa for a friends birthday. We had a lovely lunch in which we sat a magazine article of Casey Affleck staring at us with his bedroom eyes (oh yum) in his own chair, then drove around, terroising boys with our gangster music blaring out of a car full of white girls while trying to find the bus that went back to Auckland.

And none of us even like that music.

Thank god we don’t live there.

Went and saw The Assination of Jesse James last night staring Brad Pitt and Casey Affleck. Which is good. I liked it. It is slow, so defiantly not a movie for action lovers. I like a bit of action, but too much. So, I like Transformers but any more and it would be enough.

I finish here at work on Wednesday. Then I am free until the 7th of January. Whoop. It’s going to be crazy busy in that two weeks, and actually, I can’t wait until I start to have a break.

I am having a real hard time with Fat Fighters at the moment. I look in the mirror, and I see my chubby tummy and it sucks, I hate it. But then I hang  out with my friends, and half of them are larger then I am and I feel better about myself compared to them. I know that is a TERRIBLE thing to say, but I don’t feel like the biggest fatty there.  And because I don’t have proper shoes to exercise in I’m getting sore knees again and making TONNES of excuses not to exercise. I wish I wouldn’t, I wish I was one of those people who LOVED exercising. I do love netball. And I wish I did that more often than once a week. BUT GAH.

I need a kick up the bum.

And a list.

I need a list.

I’m going to write a list.

That makes me feel productive.

Supressing laughter doesn’t work

Nope, not at all.

The more I try not to laugh, or laugh quietly, it just doens’t work.

Here are some things I’m laughing at courtesy of Bash

<zshzn> the other day my programming teacher said “Richaaaard….I have a technical problem”
<zshzn> I looked over to see that his tower was gone. just not there.
<zshzn> how that happened, I don’t know
<zshzn> about four of us went and stood around his desk in quiet confusion
<zshzn> one of them was like ‘at least you still have a mouse…’

<MechaRedMage> My Geography teacher told it to me… He was in mexico last year walking through an alley. Then three mexican guys jumped him and asked for his money. So he gave them his money ($.35) and then they looked at him and one guy pulled out a dollar and gave it to him saying “You need this more then we do.”

<Sean> hehe my history teacher has an iraqi which he nicked from a tank in iraq
<Sean> which is quite cool
<eddy> just some random iraqi? 🙂
<Sean> ooops, an iraqi flag

(@Nick^) we were about to start an important exam yesterday
(@Nick^) and the male teacher says “any mobile phones turn them out and put them on the desk at the front”
(@Nick^) and my friend questioned him about whether it was necessary to put it on the desk at the front, blah blah
(@Nick^) then the teacher walks down the row of people to check, and says to my /other/ friend, “Is that a mobile phone in your pocket?”
(@Nick^) and my friend turned round and said “No he’s just pleased to see you”
(@Nick^) I almost got kicked out for crying with laughter

<fustard> one time the band teacher introduced a jazz song with “the negroid population enjoys this piece”
<fustard> there were a bunch of black kids sitting in front of me
<fustard> there was like a collective “what da fuck”

<tyranid05> So I was in auto shop measuring a brake disc tonight.  It came out to be 1.1337″
<tyranid05> I started to laugh.  When asked why by the teacher, I explained about l33t.
<tyranid05> When I came out of class my car was egged.  😦

<DaZE> at my school.. the cop from DARE passed around 3 joints to show everyone… and he said “if i dont get all three of these back this schools getting locked down and everyones getting searched till i find it..” and like 30 minutes later when everyone got to see ’em and they got passed back the cop had 4

<Moonpie> one time, in middle school, some people let some pigs onto the campus. They painted on the pigs “1”, “2”, and “4”. The faculty spent weeks looking for the third one.

hehehe8383: school was pretty fun for me cus of the teachers =P
hehehe8383: like i remember this one time in like 5th grade or something
hehehe8383: i got a bloody nose in my math class and i had on a white shirt to boot
hehehe8383: so i went to the nurse for like 10 min. while i was sittin in the nurses office, the period was over so my class left and another class came in
hehehe8383: but i still had my books there so i had to go back in
hehehe8383: so i walk into the classroom with blood stains on my shirt and holding a blood spotted tissue up to my nose
hehehe8383: so the teacher pointed at me and she goes “see what i do to kids who dont do their homework?”
hehehe8383: i swear to you, this kid next to me had a MORTIFIED look on his face as he started scribbling stuff down on some incomplete worksheet =P