finding a husband for my sister and a wife for my brother

weirdo.

this happened couple of nights ago when i was studying at the kelburn campus up until 2AM (contrary to mass accusation I DO study).

was walking down mt. kelburn, sleepy and all, and passed the tennis court and there i saw people playing tennis, at two-frikking-ay-am.

WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE.

you should be in bed, sleeping, or do other fun stuff that involve bed and if you're lucky, a hot person to share the bed with. or studying, like what i was doing. or watch DVDs, or BBC and follow world news. or go to courtenay place and spend your hard-earned cash at wellington's bars, spread the wealth and improve the economy of this country.

and i can still think of 1622 better things to do at 2 AM in the morning and the list does not include tennis.

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the mind of a female college student works like this:

study + work + socialise + party + run for club president + nice
clothes + great hair + save the world + conquer the universe = i am
not happy I feel depressed.

all of the above + get laid = uhm yeah, whatever. still depressed.

and the mind of a male college student works like this:

study/work + porn = happiness.

study/work + porn + get laid = COMPLETE HAPPINESS.

tested and tried. true story.

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some of my best friends are gays. but, some of my closest buddies are also self-proclaimed homophobics. and misunderstandings do happen. silver lining is, folks, we have got still so much to learn. and honestly, phobia is never a good thing.

girl: eeh? what makes you think that he is gay?
guy: just look at his shoes

my nearly homophobic friend would probably pass out or stop wearing shoes if he knows that an equally homophobic guy thinks that he is gay.

gay shoes, how do they look like? i actually stopped working on my thesis and did a bit of research on the stereotypical gay footwears.

they can look like these, and like these, and also like these.

 

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*waiteata flats, rainy saturday evening*
after a decent number of sav and ciders.........

chirpy girl #1: ....ow ow i know what we should do
chirpy girls #2 and 3: what?
chirpy girl #1: we should do a christmas party! the three of us could co-host it together!
chirpy girl #2: oh ya, thats a good idea
chirpy girl #3: just like last year we did it few weeks early so it was an early christmas thing
chirpy girl #2: eyyy...we could even do an early new year party as well!
chirpy girl #1: cool cool! so its an early christmas/new year/farewell-for-you/farewell-for-me party!
all chirpy girls: thats gonna be awesome.........

*quiet moment mesmerising the awesomeness*

chirpy girl #1: so who are we gonna invite?
chirpy girl #2: okay...hmmm...my latin american friends of course
chirpy girl #1: yes....yes....and your law school friends
chirpy girl #3: yes....yes.....
chirpy girl #2: and your friends of course....
chirpy girl #1: yes....yes....

chirpy girl #1: wait, they are basically the same people that came to my birthday party
chirpy girl #2: hahahahaha PLOP

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sister: i have no reason to apply for a permanent residence. why do you think i should?
brother: i don't know...so that you can call me everyday?

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remember funny-vegan-american girl? i know from her ex-flatmate, the extra-funny-caribbean girl - which happens to be one of my best buddies...and my brother's twin (yes, we're a pretty much inter-related lot here) - that she has a thrifty tendency, but i don't know that she can be THAT cheap.

so i spent quite a significant amount of time today with FVAG. you know, doing domestic goddess chores, like, going to the sunday market to buy veggies, fruits and flowers and then bake bread and mop the floors of our flats.

10AM - sunday market, willis street

me: oh yeah, am getting some flowers for the open house
funny-vegan-american girl (FVAG): ouhh, sometimes i cut flowers from the bolton street cemetery
me: but FVAG, thats bad luck, plus its scary
FVAG: yeah but they're free

and....

3PM - while passing the anglican church

FVAG: oh look pair of shoes there, somebody must have left them, maybe we should take them?
me: but FVAG, you don't even know if those shoes are your size!!
FVAG: yeah thats why we should go back and try

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is of course staying up late pass 2AM in the sudden wintry wellington weather (in october!), with no heater (because you don't own one) and the central heater has been switched off (since like, july). trying to make the subchapters of your chapters coherent because you're meeting your thesis supervisor in less than seven hours, coffee has gone cold and you wish that you could just drink that good bottle of wine and perhaps with a slice of brie but you erased that thought from your mind because it is not helping at all. it is also not helping at all that you have so MANY BLOODY THINGS on your mind, like, cheese scone, facebook status updates, jobs, wine, your funny mother, biting your nails, john mayer and many more things that just popped every two seconds on your head. although i dont mind john mayer.

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