beer at work.

so sneaky with my mac’s gold on my desk.  teeheehee.

you guys.

sometimes i want to update but then i’m scared no one will comment on it and i’ll feel bad about it. and then i feel bad for even caring if anyone cares about what i talk about. whatever, bitches. i don’t care if you care.

things i know on this day.

Actual conversation with my flatmate:

denny:  you look chinese with your hair like that

ellie: i am chinese

denny:  i know, i was just reminding you

ellie:  oh sweet, sometimes i need that.  you know like “hey, you’re chinese, i’m just reminding you because remember that time when you were chinese all the time and you forgot?”

denny:  these are things that i know on this day

this happened (i am not chinese).

I have things to say, you guys.

I am probably the worst tumblr owner of all time but like, whatever.  I think if I act all blasé about it, it might get up in my subconscious and then I’ll turn into an overnight tumblr sensation.  Just go with me.

Anyway, I have things to say.  Do you like how I added “you guys” up in hurr as if I truly believe in my “heart of hearts” (these are the things I say having watched a few episodes of Jeremy Kyle recently) that peeps read this.  No but really.

1. So first up, I have been back in Queenstown getting on one month and I am digging it and I want there to be something around for eternity (the internet) that will remind me of it.  ILOVETHISPLACE.
2. It needs to not be the winter anymore because I am tired of eating comfort food, I want to get back to craving salad and shit like I’m one of those healthy people and eating tomatoes that are in season and stuff.  Also I need to stop feeling bad about not going up the mountain enough ever (don’t front like this is within my control, sure I could just go up there but I don’t have time for this man, between 12hr shifts and heaps of tv and cooking up pasta and whatevs) and I’m just saying I would like some sun.
3. I am having man troubles of epic proportions and just seem to be digging myself into a situation that I don’t know if I can be in and motherfuggggggg every possible solution I come up with to remedy the troubles just doesn’t seem quite right.
4. Fuck I love Spree.  It’s 80c and it makes no false promises you know, it is what it is, artificially flavoured, lemony, sugary excellence.  I have friends like that and oh boy they are good and I am blessed.

That’s all for now.  I am going to drink some lemonade Spree and think about the mad love I have for my friends and maybe do some work.  You know, while I’m here.

I haven’t really written anything worth reading in a while ever.  I thought perhaps today might be the day that that changes but really I’m simply not in the mood.  Beware: this post will probably bring you down, if the weather’s not done that to you already. 

You know when you quit a job and even though you’re completely aware that you have to work out your notice, the second your resignation is handed in you can’t help but immediately lose any shred of motivation you might have?  I have that now.  Not metaphorically, but actually.  As in, I quit my job two days ago, with the generous offer of working for the next two and a half weeks (I am only contractually required to give two weeks).  My boss attempted to wrangle three and a half weeks from me, and my smooth negotiation skills got it down to three.  THREE.  Fug I’m shut at negotiating.  Essentially I have some time to kill.

Call me a bad employee.  Like I care.

On the flip side, I quit my job because I am moving back to Queenstown.  Home.  Well, not technically home, but home all the same.  So whilst it’s now three weeks-ish til I leave, it’s still three weeks-ish sooner than I thought I’d be moving back this time last week.  So happy happy joy joy and what not.

The only (seriously, only) bad part about the move is all the crap that comes with moving. 

• Like selling furniture and buying more because the cost of shipping your stuff down there is more than you stuff is worth, even though you love your stuff you know if can’t come with.  Ugh.
• Like moving out of your flat and finding a new one.  Ugh.
• Like finding a replacing flatmate and dealing with bonds and how much rent you’ve already paid in a advance and trying to work out how much people owe/are owed.  Ugh.

And so on and so forth.

PLUS it’s raining so all I really want to do is go home and get in bed.  BUT they’ve just stripped all the wallpaper off my walls and now my room looks like a death chamber.  For serious.  Or part of the set for the next Saw film.  You get the idea.

Woe is me.  I’m going to have fried rice from Saigonz (TRY IT.  Not a suggestion, a COMMAND) for lunch and ignore everyone and everything until I feel better.