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Studying sucks.

1. Yet somebody else lost their head last week in the Middle East. The world is going to shit.

2. After reading Gone With the Wind I was told to read Scarlett. I have been trying, I truly have. But. It is just. Truly. Awful. My goodness, it's awful. Scarlett's turned from a self-absorbed yet highly resourceful woman ahead of her times to a stupid, sneaky, stupid, ignorant dumb person. And Rhett, who was absolutely fabulous because he was so blatantly human in the first book is a bloody god who is obsessed with his wife. And he knows far too much about bloody everything. And now it's turned bodice-ripper. I don't know if I can go on...

3. Of course, I could just study. But where would be the fun in that?

213 people living in New Zealand in 2001 listed their religion as Animist.

One has to wonder, if the definition given by Collins Dictionary is correct and they believe that all natural objects have souls, what do they eat? Or do they just say "Screw you" to the lettuce and eat it anyway?

Meanwhile, New Zealand has 891 Satanists. Not really a particularly large call for alarm. There are over 48,000 members of Ratana, and about 15,000 who believe in Ringatu.

And 417,453 Presbyterians. Hehehe. (But not as many as the Catholics. Or Anglicans...)

By the way, this isn't procrastination. I'm doing research for my essay. I was going to text Mary, but this is cheaper. So there.

239,241 people objected to answering this question. Now, "Do you have chlamydia (sp?)?" I could understand being objected to, but "Please state your religion"? There is a "No Religion" box you could tick, like 1,028,052 other NZers did, or you could simply not state it (211,638). I think actually stating that you object to this highly offesive question is just going a tad overboard. I wonder how many people objected to answering what ethnic group they belong to. You can't help genetics, people. Excuse me while I find out...

And while that page refuses to load, I will calculate my results. And then find out how many homo- or bisexuals there are in this land of the long white cloud.

I love my essay. I've never had so much fun with my research.

Come on...

636 Hauhaus. Do you remember studying that, Mary?

1,230 people don't know their religion. You have to wonder...

237 people count themselves as Fundamentalist. This amuses me. Bastard Fundies.

Destiny does not appear to be listed. Of course, they weren't particularly famous before Brian Tamaki became political and started harrassing people. And if you don't think being blocked by black-shirted pamphlet-pushers in an already crowded, slightly claustrophobic tent until you take one of their damn propaganda sheets is harrassment, I don't know what is.

Noone objected to stating their sex. Or age. 3 people were 109 in 2001, incidentally.

About 150,000 people did not state their ethnicity. Maybe they're transparent. And have no ancestors.

42 Inuits/Eskimoes live in NZ. Awesome!

OK, I will go and do some work now. Real work. Excuse the random Destiny-related rant. I was bored.

Random enthusiastic blog day. Must have assignments due.

Well, yes, I do. I also have to buy food, but I keep forgetting stuff I want to say, so I have to come back and add to it.

1. Flatmate-who-doesn't-talk is going home to America on Tuesday. Apparently she's been miserable and depressed over here. Of course, she hasn't actually told us she's leaving. Management had to. Now, I don't know whether to feel bad or relieved that she's going. I mean, we've tried to talk to her and stuff and include her, but she just wouldn't. And then I got all bitchy about her messiness. And I don't know if we could have done anything to help her or not. Maybe g-money's right, and I've gone all bitter and evil. But then again, from the bits I've eavesdropped from her phone conversations home (I know...), she's been unwell and is on medication, and it sounds like she was ill when she was home too. Now, I have to ask, why would you send a shy, unwell girl who is not particularly capable of taking care of herself over to the other side of the world to live basically by herself studying some randomly picked courses at a university when she is not even studying for a degree? It just seems completely bizarre. So, while I'm trying not to avoid responsibility for all of this, I really feel like there's nothing we could have done. And yet I still feel guilty.

2. On my desk there are four books: Strangers and Friends, Homosexuality and Religion, Theology and Sexuality, and Que(e)ying Religion. Guess what I'm writing an essay on? Funny thing is, I initially was all worked up to write on the topic that religions preach peace, but lead to war, and then I got all fired up about same-sex marriage and changed my topic after writing a fabulous tutorial assignment on it. I'm arguing for same-sex marriage, because I am a caring Christian and want to prove those bastard fundies wrong. OK, so I'm a bitter Presbyterian. Never mind.

3. I am a deeply pathetic person.

4. I got an A+ on my psyc lab report. I wrote the entire thing in one night, with research based mainly on the abstracts of vaguely related reports. Am noticing a pattern here...

5. The prognoisis for my end of year grades currently looks something like this: Reli, A; Stats, B; Psyc, B; Biol, FAIL. And which paper do I actually NEED to do well in?

6. I am a deeply pathetic person. I need a distracting hobby. Or possibly I could just do some study.

7. This doesn't change the fact that I am still a deeply pathetic person. I feel I have been down this road many times before. Alanis was wrong. You don't learn, you just keep repeating your mistakes and embarrassing yourself terribly.

8. On Zach Braff's blog he pointed out that all the examples in Ironic are, in fact, not ironic. I went and listened to the song, and apart from the fabulously-worded verse about Mr Play-it-safe who was afraid to fly, he's right! And now it's pissing me off. Damn you, Zach Braff!

9. I miss McCullum.

10. I need to buy me some groceries. And some lunch. Would say ciaou, but don't know if that's how you spell it. Am tempted to write "chow". But that would be uncultured.

The Tribe has spoken.

[Ignoring the fact that, having watched about 1 episode of Survivor in my entire life, I have no business knowing that catchphrase.]

I went back and listened to Build My World and, I have to say, I still love it. I love it because, despite the whole theme JC and Tony have going on, the song still makes beautiful sense, and I feel I can empathise with how these poor lonely boys are feeling. Wife-hunting is a tremendously difficult chore, especially when I'm all the way out in NZ and not even JC's more successful, popular bandmate will come over and visit while he's in Aussie. But I want to say, JC, I love you, and I will marry you if you just ask.

On a serious note, I am having issues with my man-hunting. Big issues. Because, no. Just NO.
Argh!

I am a moron.

It has taken me this long to realise what the hell JC is going on about in Build My World. A cornerstone of honesty! A foundation of gravity and freedom! A clear and concrete understanding...and now I realise why Mary thinks this song is awful. I may also have to alter my opinion.

See? You learn things when you visit the nsyncerator.

I really, really want to say, "In other news...", but I won't as that phrase has been used far too much recently. So, to quote Monty Python: And now for something completely different.

Lucy is possibly the greatest character ever created. I love her. Plus, she has good taste in men.

Social lives are the tool of the devil. I have 3 tests in a row over Tuesday and Wednesday. I have studied for about 1/2 of one.

Lunchtime! I feel like chocolate. Yummay...

it's getting ridiculous.
yesterday, steff , g-money and I went to a church, played the organ and sang hymns. on monday, we (and karl) went up good ol' mount vic and looked at the lights. then we went back to my flat and they didn't leave till 1. except karl, who went back to his camping ground, and not my flat.
sunday, steff and g-money called in to drop off my lettuce [yes.] then karl turned up, and they stayed for quite some time. saturday, as steff has mentioned, we had a picnic [hence the lettuce].
friday, we played trivial pursuit and had scones. [god. we're so cool.]
thursday, g-money gave us a ride home and we ate timtams.

that's almost a full week. but it won't happen today, as g-money has to go home for his granddad's funeral. [sad.]

to continue going back in time, on wed [ i think? maybe friday? wait, it was friday] i went shopping with steff, on tuesday i had lunch with her [although that may have been this week...so confused], and on monday g-money and i drove down from hammy. the friday before that we, and that-red-haired-girl, drove TO hammy, and the three days before it that red-haired-girl was down to visit us so we were all being sociable and playing violent card games.

And before THAT was the ball.

I'd just like to point out to the world that i have a social life! WOW.

In other news, i have no other news.

I don't speak Spanish.

In other news, I have seen Mary and G-Money a ridiculous amount of times these last 4 days. G just kidnapped me to help him work out organ stuff for a funeral. It's 11pm on a school night. Geez.

Not that I go to school. I go to class.

And now I am about to fall asleep because daylight saving fucked me over and deprived me of sleep last night. Or that could have been because I went to the movies until 11 and then didn't go to bed for another hour or so. But still. An extra hour, people.

Goodnight.

Man's life saved by ambulance officer.

Now you may think upon reading this headline, as I did when I encountered it on xtramsn, that it must have been a very slow news day. Is that not what ambulance officers do, save lives?

Well yes. But this particular ambulance officer leapt into the river , pulled the man from his car, got him out, put him in the ambulance and drove him to hospital, where he didn't die. So way to go Dale Muller. [that was his name].

So that was interesting. In other news, my shoes do not have acne, they have polka dots, and i hate to tell you this, Steff, but blanca would be the "white" part of "white house" in spanish, and casa would be the "house".

And now I'm going to go do something boring. My essay took like 4 hours to write, all up. And it's almost 1800 words long. I hope you're impressed. But of course, now I have nothing to do.