Monday, November 22, 2004
Come home, Mary!
Or if that fails, come to Waihi for new year! (Not new years. Fuck, G-Money.) Cos if it turns out to be just us two it will be tragic.
I have absolutely nothing to say. Fancy that.
Or if that fails, come to Waihi for new year! (Not new years. Fuck, G-Money.) Cos if it turns out to be just us two it will be tragic.
I have absolutely nothing to say. Fancy that.
Jerry Collins = JC.
He's EVERYWHERE.
Jeez, does everyone on the team have a nickname? JC, Snake, Wazza, Lukey [well, that's boring], Donk.
Read Ali Williams' diary. He's taking the piss. Cracks me up.
So does the whole concept of these guys starting it with "Dear Diary..."
He's EVERYWHERE.
Jeez, does everyone on the team have a nickname? JC, Snake, Wazza, Lukey [well, that's boring], Donk.
Read Ali Williams' diary. He's taking the piss. Cracks me up.
So does the whole concept of these guys starting it with "Dear Diary..."
Mel Gibson, and other good things.
Last night as we sat and watched CSI, and NCIS, and half of Josie and the Pussycats, and other such quality television, I was thinking how odd it is, that people can be so incredibly famous, and yet you will have seen hardly any of their films.
Take Tom Cruise. I've seen Mission Impossible and Minority Report. And I didn't see either of those until I was at least 14. And yet, I have been WELL aware of who Tom Cruise is for a good 14 years. [And I am only 20. Okay, make that 12 years.] I find this odd.
On the other hand, take Mel Gibson. I have seen [in no particular order]:Gallipoli, Pocahontas, Lethal Weapon 1, Lethal Weapon 2, Lethal Weapon 3, Lethal Weapon 4, Mad Max 1, Mad Max 2, Forever Young, What Women Want, Braveheart, Ransom, Maverick, and probably more.
Guess who Mary likes.
Wait, I've also seen Interview with a Vampire. Score 3 for Tom Cruise. [And how many for Mellie?]
Brad Pitt similarly I've only seen about 5. And how many of them all the way through? Not Seven. Not True Romance. [Proof not all the hot men in the world can make a movie watchable. On the other hand I did sit all the way through Interview with a Vampire. But that had Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise, Christian Slater and Antonio. Nice going. Except for the whole long flowing hair thing.]
Ooh, the Patriot. Baaaad movie. Bad Mel.
Now, I will change the subject. [After saying everyone should watch Forever Young [sigh] and Maverick [young and hot.] ]
And I've forgotten what else I had to say. It was something sportish. I have cricket practise tonight. Now, is the noun practice or practise? I can never remember. It's like defence and defense. Except I think it's I practise my defence, and I defend my practice. So I have cricket practice tonight.
And now I will go listen to Rock Your Body, cos it is stuck in my head, and keeps turning into Like I Love You.
I can't believe we lost that test. It was all heading nicely to a nice draw and then FUCK.
Mary cries. Except not.
Man. I want to be home and going on random drives to Te Awamutu. And not being tormented by knowing things. I agree with Steff, university has ruined my life. I can't hear people's names with out thinking "Timothy? That's from timotheus, the greek meaning I honour God" or similar. IT'S AWFUL.
Stephen Fleming on the tension between the teams:
There's nothing more than usual. I'd be disappointed if it was all cuddles and handshakes.
Hehheh. Cuddles. Can just see a bunch of international cricketers having cuddles with each other. [Scary part is, I can. Ergh.]
Now if they were rugby players. [Rugbyers? hmmm.] Can just see Carl Hayman and Richie McCaw giving say, George Gregan or Percy Montgomery [hehheh, Percy.] a big hug.
Possibly quite painful.
Anyways, I'm going to go to the library and look in the employment section of the paper for a job. Excuse me.
Last night as we sat and watched CSI, and NCIS, and half of Josie and the Pussycats, and other such quality television, I was thinking how odd it is, that people can be so incredibly famous, and yet you will have seen hardly any of their films.
Take Tom Cruise. I've seen Mission Impossible and Minority Report. And I didn't see either of those until I was at least 14. And yet, I have been WELL aware of who Tom Cruise is for a good 14 years. [And I am only 20. Okay, make that 12 years.] I find this odd.
On the other hand, take Mel Gibson. I have seen [in no particular order]:Gallipoli, Pocahontas, Lethal Weapon 1, Lethal Weapon 2, Lethal Weapon 3, Lethal Weapon 4, Mad Max 1, Mad Max 2, Forever Young, What Women Want, Braveheart, Ransom, Maverick, and probably more.
Guess who Mary likes.
Wait, I've also seen Interview with a Vampire. Score 3 for Tom Cruise. [And how many for Mellie?]
Brad Pitt similarly I've only seen about 5. And how many of them all the way through? Not Seven. Not True Romance. [Proof not all the hot men in the world can make a movie watchable. On the other hand I did sit all the way through Interview with a Vampire. But that had Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise, Christian Slater and Antonio. Nice going. Except for the whole long flowing hair thing.]
Ooh, the Patriot. Baaaad movie. Bad Mel.
Now, I will change the subject. [After saying everyone should watch Forever Young [sigh] and Maverick [young and hot.] ]
And I've forgotten what else I had to say. It was something sportish. I have cricket practise tonight. Now, is the noun practice or practise? I can never remember. It's like defence and defense. Except I think it's I practise my defence, and I defend my practice. So I have cricket practice tonight.
And now I will go listen to Rock Your Body, cos it is stuck in my head, and keeps turning into Like I Love You.
I can't believe we lost that test. It was all heading nicely to a nice draw and then FUCK.
Mary cries. Except not.
Man. I want to be home and going on random drives to Te Awamutu. And not being tormented by knowing things. I agree with Steff, university has ruined my life. I can't hear people's names with out thinking "Timothy? That's from timotheus, the greek meaning I honour God" or similar. IT'S AWFUL.
Stephen Fleming on the tension between the teams:
There's nothing more than usual. I'd be disappointed if it was all cuddles and handshakes.
Hehheh. Cuddles. Can just see a bunch of international cricketers having cuddles with each other. [Scary part is, I can. Ergh.]
Now if they were rugby players. [Rugbyers? hmmm.] Can just see Carl Hayman and Richie McCaw giving say, George Gregan or Percy Montgomery [hehheh, Percy.] a big hug.
Possibly quite painful.
Anyways, I'm going to go to the library and look in the employment section of the paper for a job. Excuse me.
University has ruined my life.
So, I was at my aunt and uncle's place for dinner, and they were playing some of cousin's, who's doing media arts at tech, compositions, and there was one which was based on a heartbeat or something. And the whole way through I could only think of two things:
1. That's not how a heartbeat sounds, and
2. I know the actions that make the heart beat.
I'm turning into such a know-it-all nerd.
In other news, Hamilton is vastly improving, mainly as I have just discovered the inexpensiveness that is Metropolis. Which is a good thing, seeing as I still don't have a job. (Not that I actually ever pay for anything. G-Money does that for me. Good boy. He turned the wrong way out of Ohaupo though, and we ended up in Te Awamutu. I told him so. Dumbass. Ah, the things Steff does on Sunday nights.)
Have just discovered Dirt McGirt is also Ol' Dirty Bastard. Or would be, if he was still alive. Fancy that.
Some girls dance with women, knowing that it gets them attention. JC the wise. He wants to freak you, girl.
Shit. That was quite a loud snore coming from my parents' room. With my door shut and music playing.
I should probably sleep. My hair's so good though. I don't want to bed it up.
Goodnight, and other such greetings. Are they greetings when you're leaving?
No, you dumbass, they're farewells. Moron.
So, I was at my aunt and uncle's place for dinner, and they were playing some of cousin's, who's doing media arts at tech, compositions, and there was one which was based on a heartbeat or something. And the whole way through I could only think of two things:
1. That's not how a heartbeat sounds, and
2. I know the actions that make the heart beat.
I'm turning into such a know-it-all nerd.
In other news, Hamilton is vastly improving, mainly as I have just discovered the inexpensiveness that is Metropolis. Which is a good thing, seeing as I still don't have a job. (Not that I actually ever pay for anything. G-Money does that for me. Good boy. He turned the wrong way out of Ohaupo though, and we ended up in Te Awamutu. I told him so. Dumbass. Ah, the things Steff does on Sunday nights.)
Have just discovered Dirt McGirt is also Ol' Dirty Bastard. Or would be, if he was still alive. Fancy that.
Some girls dance with women, knowing that it gets them attention. JC the wise. He wants to freak you, girl.
Shit. That was quite a loud snore coming from my parents' room. With my door shut and music playing.
I should probably sleep. My hair's so good though. I don't want to bed it up.
Goodnight, and other such greetings. Are they greetings when you're leaving?
No, you dumbass, they're farewells. Moron.
I just lost an entire blog.
It was profound and everything.
See, this is what happens when I start drinking coffee.
It was profound and everything.
See, this is what happens when I start drinking coffee.
There is no reason for me to be up on my computer listening to Schizophrenic at 1am.
Nsync-related mindfuck of the day (well, not really, but I just like that word):
You unexpectedly have to drive an impressionable child home. This child is at the age where they are too young for adult themes but old enough to know when subtle avoidance techniques are being used. You turn on your car and the stereo starts playing a particularly inappropriate song. Usually in a situation like this you would just skip to the next track; unfortunately, in this situation the cd in the machine happens to be Schizophrenic. What do you do? WHAT DO YOU DO?
That's it. I'm off to bed.
Nsync-related mindfuck of the day (well, not really, but I just like that word):
You unexpectedly have to drive an impressionable child home. This child is at the age where they are too young for adult themes but old enough to know when subtle avoidance techniques are being used. You turn on your car and the stereo starts playing a particularly inappropriate song. Usually in a situation like this you would just skip to the next track; unfortunately, in this situation the cd in the machine happens to be Schizophrenic. What do you do? WHAT DO YOU DO?
That's it. I'm off to bed.
Sunday, November 21, 2004
And that's a beautiful riposte from the New Zealanders...
or, Mary channels Hamish McKie. [spelling?]
This weekend in sport:
New Zealand played:
or, Mary channels Hamish McKie. [spelling?]
This weekend in sport:
New Zealand played:
- Ireland, in the league. We lost.
- Australia, in the netball. We lost.
- Australia, in the cricket. We got absolutely stood upon. All out for fucken 76.
- And Wales, in the rugby. And we WON. Go us.
- Of course, we were expected to win.
- After all, Wales haven't beaten us in 51 years.
- And it was only by one point.
- Still, we won. And Jack was there.
Heh. Jack lives here. Mary channels Jack Daniels. Which almost rhymes, but nonetheless is untrue. The only alcohol beverage in this household is rum. Because we are sailors. Except we aren't.
In other news, Taylor Hanson still looks like a girl, I agree. And Zac has BIG hair. I have no job, and no prospects of one. Britney's version of My Prerogative is quite good, really. But then, I have Mysterious Girl and Bing Crosby together on winamp, so who am I to judge. I made fudge before, and now I don't want it.
I think I'm getting RSI.
I have batting gloves. The packet had Shane Bond getting a wicket on, which amuses me immensely. Stupid cheap gloves.
I did have something to say, but I forget it. Never mind.
