I seed a whale!

I went whale watching this morning, it was pretty cool. Literally, as it was bloody fucking freezing, and the ocean was hugely choppy, so the boat was coming up and crashing down like...well, like a big uppy downy crashy thing. I can't complain though, coz the other option would have been cancelling the trip, which would sucko majoro. The whales (sperm whales) were cool, I guess, in as much as seeing one tenth of any animal could be considered 'cool'. The dolphins were better- made me wish I'd forked out my 130 bucks fordolphin swimming instead. Although given the weather I suppose we probably would have been cancelled.


Plus *squee* I met Ross Noble! In Kaikoura, a teeny tourist town in the middle of nowhere- got my photo with him and everythings! I am going to see his show tonight now.

I am in Christchurch now. Civilization is nice.

m

Travelogging plus....

So tommorrow I jet (well, actually boat) off to the South Island, for a whirlwind tour. Seven days of whirlwind, to be precise. This whirlwindyness is a result of the rail pass I bought only lasting seven days. Which is major sucko, and now I only get to spend an afternoon and night in Kaikoura, not a full day. Oh well.

I am super emo today, it's predictably shithouse- just been stressing about various things, and by various things I mean 'nitpicking at my relationship with the boy'. Today's nitpick, the tone of the email he sent me, which I thought was too 'matey' and not 'girlfriendy' enough. Even though previously I have said I don't like that 'sappy shit' and have freaked out when emotions get too emotiony on me. So wrap your head around that one, if you please. I think it has something to do with the title of this blog, non?

I'm blaming the emo on having a few drinks last night, even though it was only two premixes. I seem to be over sensitive to alcohol and this is making me seriously consider just not drinking anymore. My life was perfectly entertaining for 18 years without booze, I can do it, surely? I don't know, I just seem to get so down after I drink, it doesn't always seem worth it, no matter how fun the giddy happy buzz of being drunk is.

Speaking of emos, this town doesn't have any. Which is not so surprising, it is a one shopping centre town. But it is still a shock to the system that most young people here dress normally. I know, startling stuff!

Anyway, I am going to stop haunting the internet in search of cheeriness now.

Ciao kids.

m

Because all the cool kids fall back on lists when they can't be bothered with proper posts....

Things about New Zealand:

• The people here are very literal. Advertising in Aussieland seems subtle compared to here, especially the anti-drink driving type things- like there's a billboard here in New Plymouth that says "Don't buy drink for under 18s." No fuss with catchy slogans, just the message. Simpler that way, I guess.


• The supermarket here is super high tech- instead of little paper labels for prices on the shelves, they have digital ones- like the display on a clock. It's hella cool!

• Okay, so I can't think of anything else. Here's something I prepared earlier.

UV light is my friend. I am the stripeyness.

From New Zealand D...

You put the POO... in the DOG. See? In its mouth. Just like a real dog! Much better than those boring bins we have back in Oz.

From New Zealand D...

More photos through that link if you're interested.

m

Travelogging....

Day 1:

Arrive in New Zealand. Have to pay shuttle driver despite booking and paying for shuttle online in advance. Have to climb over other sleeping people and their crap in the dark to get to my top bunk in the hostel. Have to sleep in single bed with my ginormous backpack. Set alarm.

Wake up, luckily before alarm time as phone has run out of battery. Have to find ATM as having to pay the shuttle driver put me short of cash for the hostel. First ATM doesn't let me get cash. Cue intense panic that maybe my card doesn't work here, I'm stuck in Auckland with no money and no phone, etc. Second ATM fine, panic ceases.

Pay for hostel, check out, struggle to get backpack on, trudge to bus terminal. Faff around for a while. Order ham and cheese toasted sandwich for breakfast. Wonder how they managed to get so many variations on 'tasteless' on one sandwich. Put bag in locker. Go to internet cafe, planning to use webtext to message boyfriend. Discover that I don't know boyfriend's mobile number, and with dead phone, can't get it. Grumble. Faff around on internet. Grumble some more about various aspects of travelling.

The end.

Exciting, non?

m

So true...

A quote from the best webcomic ever:

'"Just go out and bang some dude" is one of the phrases you will never hear a psychiatrist say. Other such phrases include "I think the heroin is doing you a lot of good" and 'jesus, no WONDER your mother never loved you!"'

Hehe, so true.

m