Okay, for those that don’t know…

I feel the need to explain now who toonces is.

Toonces was a driving cat – a SNL character – who was this horribly fake, stuffed cat. He wasn’t a good driver.

The following image is from this website: http://www.catass.com/toonces/ (and there are also some great video clips etc housed there as well, so you can get the full toonces experience).


And Procrastination sets in, once again…

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Well, at least minimally..

I have three papers due in the next week, along with one test, then as of June 4th, it is exam time. Three exams, and one research summary are due. Fun fun fun.

And what am I doing about it right now? I’m going to watch Scrubs.

And how.

(but seriously if you don’t hear from me or if I don’t post here for the next couple of weeks, its *probably* because I’m busy with work. Or busy procrastinating. Or a bit of both..)


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(I didn’t quite look as bad as the picture here after last night’s excursion, but not far off..)

Okay, so last night I went to a hip-hop bar in Auckland with my Canadian friend (Jodie) to meet some Kiwi friends… We got to the bar, after a few home drinks, at about 11:15pm or so and found out that tequila shots (pretty decent tequila too) were $3.50, only until 12 midnight though.

So what did we get up to? Well, we each had 8 shots of tequila (along with a few other assorted drinks) and we danced for about three hours straight. If either Jodie or I thought about sitting down, we would have passed out, so dance on we did.

The music at FUBAR? I would have thought, from my previous experience with the movie from back home, I would have thought metallers (Bogans here?) and a lot of Metallica. Nope. It was hip-hop. Like fiddy cent hip-hop. And there were girls wearing bandanas on their heads, attempting to look fashionable, but they ended up looking more like steven van zandt from the e-street band.

We wandered back home at around 2:30am or so, and this dressed up dude was walking a few steps behind us – and he said “Well, if I walk a few steps behind you, you’ll think I’m stalking you, so I’ll just walk with you”. Jodie thought it was sweet of him, I thought he had ulterior motives.

The night ended after wandering up to Jodie’s place, and I was going to walk home, but after walking up that M****** F******* hill to Jodie’s, I couldn’t bear the thought of walking home. When I crashed on the couch, I also realized that I was REALLY drunk, so I had better stay put.

But, today, I actually don’t feel too bad. A bit dehydrated and a little fuzzy, but I’ll probably make my way to the pool this afternoon. Yesterday I did 2000m!!

Green Goblin

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I also stopped about 80 times on the walk home from Denny’s last night to take random pictures of crap. Some of them turned out alright (you can see all my pictures at flickr), but my favourite was this little green guy. I tried to take a pic with the green guy and the artist’s tag along side, but it was too dark out and too narrow of an alley to get a good perspective.

I have no idea why, but he reminds me of something out of Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. And no, I haven’t yet seen that movie yet. I’m still pouting a bit on that one.


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Last night it was my friend Jodie’s birthday (pictured here!) and Jodie, Andrew (Mills as they call ’em) and myself went to.. where else? Denny’s. I have tried SO hard to let go of the North American ideal of “service” in a restaurant. In NZ, they aren’t tipped, so it is a different service-style to get used to: for instance, once you get your main course, you are pretty much on your own. Good luck getting an extra fork, glass of water, throughout your meal. And dessert? Pretty much forget it unless you go up to the waiters or waitresses and ask. I’ve heard that Denny’s in NZ has some of the worst service, but it is horrid service compared to any where else that I’ve been. You can just sit around for hours without anyone walking by. So like I said, I’m trying to let that notion of service go. Trying.

Luckily, I had Jodie and Mills to entertain me, and possibly I was able to entertain them slightly as well. I was in awe of the “Medium Rare” toothpick flag pierced through the flesh of Mills’ steak.. I’m glad I took a picture of it, because I forgot to bloody well get the flag before the table was cleared.

Earlier in the day I was at the University and watched ANOTHER movie about suicide.. it was an okay film “The Dreamlife of Angels”, but the day before I watched “Once Were Warriors” an AMAZING movie from NZ. Like I said to the guy at the Film Library – either suicides or smut. That’s all I seem to be watching here.

Can I Borrow Your Washing Powder, Miss?

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Lordy lordy. Just when I thought things were slowing down, maybe getting a little boring, I get this anonymous note under my mat.No I didn’t loan any washing powder (what is that anyway) to anyone, and I have no idea which one of my goofy friends would have underwear stains.

Now that I’m thinking about it, probably all of them do..

I *heart* asian grocery stores..

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So today, after how many months of being here, I finally wandered down to the asian supermarket on K’Road.

It was everything I had ever hoped for. It reminded me of home, living off of Nanaimo Street and wandering down to Donald’s market, and trying new foods just for the hell of it.

From Vegetarian Gizzard, to Instant Real Jellyfish, to all sorts of dried foods.. they had it all. And good cheap produce too. It was wonderful.

I was pretty conservative with my groceries today. My best find today was the “Brazil Coffee” which, if you can’t read it, says:

I’ll love you dear, I’ll love you till China and Africa meet
And the river jumps over the mountain
And the salmon sings in the street
I’ll love you till the ocean is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
Like geese about in the sky.

Okay, so not the usual mistranslation that I’m attracted to, but it was a strange pairing – cold coffee and poetry.

Bathroom "Graffiti"

Bathroom “Graffiti”
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Last night was marked by much booze, many lollipops and walking.. walking from the Rock Bar, to Eden’s Bar, to the Rock Bar, etc.

I didn’t change before I went out, and would I have changed, I would have felt a lot less out of place. But I just tried to go with the flow, beige pants and black shirt. But then my booze started hitting me. I realized, I was the beige goth. Yup, that’s right, so rebellious I don’t wear black…. Oh, right, it wasn’t beige I was told, I was wearing tan. Because beige was effing horrible.

I can remember all of what I did last night – watched Just One Fix, watched another band, danced around a bit to some tunes at one bar, then wandered home. I bought wayy too many french fries, and now my room smells like day-old grease.

When getting my french fries, a kiwi couple walked up to the burger bar and were trying to figure out what to get. They thought they were going to get “squid rings”. So I asked them what on earth were “squid rings”.. I knew what they were, but I wanted to hear how they described them (I haven’t been able to get over the visuals that squid rings produce.. yuck). The guy looked at me incredulously and said “Were you born yesterday?” and I said “Ya, kinda, I’m from Canada”.