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OK, so here's the deal: normally right before a test I do everything I can to avoid studying. Often I find myself planning the rest of my degree 'cos at least it's got something to do with school (it makes me feel less guilty I guess). So at 12pm today I have a test, and as normal I'm planning the rest of my degree

Anyway, up to now I thought that with some cunning on my part I'd be able to get out of this place in a year (that's 6 months early). I figured 2 Summer Semesters and BAM! I'm out of here. Every time I'd looked, I've been able to do this.

This time? Notsomuch.

Turns out that the compulsary third year paper I have to do as a geography major has been moved to Second Semester instead of First (when I was planning to do it).

What does this mean?

Well, it means I'm stuck in the hell hole that is Auckland for another six-God-damn months!! It also means that I have to do Summer School AND Second Semester. (I have to do Summer School as if I want to specialise in GIS (and I do) I have to do a course only offered in Summer School). 

Fucking stupidity. If I wanted to specialise in physical geography and GIS I'd be fine, no problems, but I'm a human geographer through and through - I understand societies, cities and humans much more then I do waves and rivers and biogeography. If I didn't want to do GIS I'd be fine but the problem is, most of the jobs in geography are GIS based, or at least require understanding of GIS.

So what to do? I could get a Summer job that allows me to do a part-time Summer Semester I guess then do Second Semester as well (I was really hoping to be out of here come Second Semester). I could do Second Semester part-time (but then I have to work in Auckland in an actual job and quite frankly, fuck that). It's not all bad, there are other courses offered in Second Semester I was wanting to do and now I guess I can do them, but I really don't want to do both Summer and Second Semesters I guess.

I guess I'll sort it when I come to it, but I really wish they'd just put 315 into first Semester. Then I'd be happy.

Anyway, guess I should go learn about walking school busses...

( Baa.. )

Also, I'm currently on my break from a split shift. Due to pure idiocy my boss was going to work ANOTHER 20 hour day (that'd make it 4 this week). I told him I'd do the lates and he could go get some sleep.

Honestly!

Here's the pain in the ass thing: the break in has changed our lives, and not necasarily for the better.

On one hand we've got ourselves a monitored alarm, security doors, insurance and written down the serial number of every major electronic in this house.

On the other we're afraid to sleep with our doors closed, afraid to turn off the bathroom light at night, afraid to leave and afraid to stay.

OK, it's not so much we're afraid as we feel safer with those things.

Yesterday I left the house for 10 minutes to go get a paper (I needed it for an assignment, and it had to be yesterday's paper), I felt free and at the same time worried. Free because I'd made it out of the house. Worried because I'd left Holly in there alone.

Today Holly left for work. I slept through her getting up, having a shower and getting ready, but the moment she closed the door (the new lock requires a bit of a slam) I sat bolt upright in bed. Took me about 5 minutes to work out why Holly wasn't here and what had woken me up.

We had almost as many people though our house yesterday then we have had collectively since we moved in.

I would quite like to go to uni today but I can't leave. Still more people are coming (today it's the glazier to replace two panes of glass the fucker cracked when his monkey foot kicked down our fucking door). Plus until the alarm and the safety doors are installed, we're not keen to leave the place.

I hate that he's changed our life. With three kicks he has changed our life.

I can't express how angry that makes me. That he broke into our house with the intention of taking our stuff that we have worked hard for. That he just wanted to take it, and that his greed has led to our fear. That he has made us feel unsafe in our own home because he wanted a PS2 or a big screen TV? That's the worst thing. That all this was over a few fucking gadgets.

How to say this? Well this morning while sleeping I heard some loud banging - nothing unusual for this house as the pipes can get pretty loud from time to time. Also we back right on to the train tracks so noise doesn't tend to disturb me much.

This time was different however because after the banging I heard my flatmate yelling "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"

For those who haven't met my flatmate she's lovely. Usually very even tempered and she doesn't swear. Her yelling is really what woke me up. I sat bolt upright in bed and asked "What? ME?!" to which she opened my door and said "no, some bastard's just broken down our door."

So after struggling into my pajamas I ran out to discover this:

He kicked our door down!!

Basically he'd knocked on the door (and woken up Holly who couldn't be bothered answering), then knocked on Holly's window (which made her suspect something), then tried to break down the back door (which somehow we overlooked until about 30 minutes ago), then the front.

Once in the front door, he got about a step in before Holly ran out screaming, then he took off.

Cops were here within 5 minutes, then fingerprint people, then the landlord, then builders and security experts.

We've had phone calls from family, friends and called an alarm company. The security on this place is going to be beefed up something shocking by the end of the week and until then Holly and I will be extremely reluctant to leave it. (Infact both of us are reluctant to leave each other at the moment).

It got us thinking, it's got us moving. We refuse to give in to this asshole. We're not moving, we're going to beef up security and move on. Fuck him. What kind of a wanker invades the home of two women in search of some electronics and DVDs? Obviously if he were going to be violent we'd have known about it by now, and I think Holly gave him such a fright he won't be coming back (we hadn't answered the door at all and yet we were home, there is no guarantee that we answer the door when we're home). Really this is the best thing that could happen, but there's something about a home invasion that shocks to your core.

He was here, he invaded our privacy, our home. He came with the intent of taking our things that we worked hard to have. He wanted to take them from us without earning it. He wanted to do it the easy way.

Fuck him.

OK, so apparently I should update.

Quite frankly every blog and site I check has been checked today... including many hours wasted on YouTube so I guess I realy should do something a little more productive. In an ideal world I'd work on my geography lab, but this is not an ideal world and I cannot be fucked.

Actually that's a good place to start. Uni. It seems to be a giant push at the moment. I'm just not interested in it at all and I'd rather waste hours surfing YouTube, which actually discusts myself. In 20 years time (infact possibly less then that) I'm going to regret so badly doing it, but I just cannot get the motivation to get off my ass and go learn. It's perhaps aided by the fact I don't seem to be actually learning anything when I do go. I'm highly unimpressed with this semester's courses, but I know for a fact I started the semester feeling like this and that I'm not the only one behaving this way.

So there's uni which is just a giant pile of assignments to me (seriously, like 4 a week), then there's work. Here's the thing: work's finally becoming bearable. I go in, I know what I'm doing. I know where the problems are, I know what to expect. But some of my workmates are so freaking lazy. I feel like I go in and I'm the only one attempting to make the place run. I'm the only person cleaning, the only person vacuuming, the only person changing the ads and trailers. I don't like these jobs, no projectionist in their right mind likes these jobs, but they need to be done, and I am the only one doing them (or at least that's how it feels).

The funny thing is I texted my old boss, the one who pretty much got me to the level I am today and had a little whine and a moan. She told me to put my head down, get on with it and keep my most murderous thoughts to myself and I'd get the recognition. I figured yeah: recognition in the way of more work. Turns out she was right. I found out that our rosters had been altered and my previous day shifts had been swaped for swings. I'm told the complex manager wants one of two people doing those swings (it's the opening of Pirates of the Caribbean this week so it's a big one): my projection manager and me. Aparently someone has indeed noticed my hard work, and that makes me all warm and fuzzy :)

I'm going to my Grandmother's (surprise) 80th birthday in a couple of weeks and I'm really looking forward to it. I'm pretty sure I'm going to be the only representitive from my particular branch of the family there but heaps of my cousins and family I like is going to be there so it'll be really fantastic to catch up with them all. As a cherry on top the whole thing's opened up a bunch of lines of communication that have been shut for a while so I'm getting in touch with cousins and aunts and things and that's really great.

I'm really looking forward to the season finales of Lost and Heroes this week. ABC announced a while back that lost is ending in 2010 - 3 more seasons, 16 eps each, running back to back from January. This is AWESOME news for Lost fans. Season 3 has given us more answers then the last two but it's still question after question. It'll be awesome when it all comes together. I don't much like talking about what may or may not be happenning but I'm sure it'll be good. I'm losing interest in Grey's Anatomy tho. I'll still buy season 3 on DVD when it comes out at Amazon and I'm reserving judgement until I've watched it but 'Jumping the Shark' comes to mind when I think of it.

So, here are some things I'm loving at the moment:
Bebo, Kanookle, Perez Hilton, Live-Action Simpsons.

Something that scares the crap out of me: Fish-Ebola

Just cos:

Why would ANYONE in their right mind want to get rid of this?



It's one of the best things about this stupid city!

I've been spending some time on nzdating.com over the holidays and it amazes me the behaviour of men.

I mean, why do they send me pictures of their penis?

I liken it to meeting someone in a bar. Noone walks up to a girl in a bar, flops out their piece and says "hey babe, you want to suck on this? Come out to Manukau and we'll get in on in the back of my car" and yet the online equivelent of this (sending a pic and a message) seems to be entirely appropriate.

I'm not that difficult to get into bed, I'm really not. The hardest bit is getting me to actually meet a guy. Once I'm meeting him all he has to do is carry a conversation and flirt. It might take a few dates, but it'll happen.

To be honest my profile says I'm bored and I'll chat "even if it's about your penis" but that is a JOKE. If guys actually want to talk about it, I always ask what they call it and then steer the conversation to something else, it's not an invitation to send me lurid pics. I understand the confusion but it happens to girls who don't have that on their profile.