… Orlando Bloom’s episode of Extras. Big ups to whoever smiled down upon Ricky Gervais and Stephen Merchant and brought them together with Orlando because the result is so piss-funny that I almost die laughing every time I see it. ‘Well don’t slag them off, it’s their opinion!’
… Continuing in the humour on TV vein, congratulations to NZ’s very own Flight Of The Conchords who won a Grammy today. I actually couldn’t give a shit about the Grammys but hey, they are from NZ and tall poppy syndrome isn’t cool. These guys are absolute genius and any awards they win are very much deserved, although I have to admit I think the guy who plays Murray, I think his name is Rhys Darby, deserves an Emmy for Best Comedy Performance or something, because christ, he’s funny.
… Grinspoon, for writing the song Killswitch, thanks guys, you’re awesome.
… Natio hand cream, Oh. My. God. My hands have never been so lovely and soft.
… whoever decided that I’m am awesome employee and so I can stay at my job after uni goes back, score. The job is stupidly easy and I really like everybody I work with, so I’m stoked. Also, I’m stoked uni is going back in two weeks cause I’m so bored. I’ve got some awesome papers this year, Family Law, Human Rights Law, Major Political Thinkers. Um. I can’t remember what else I enrolled in. War and Religion I think. Uh… there’s four others but I must not be excited about those ones.
… Last week I manned up and re-pierced my own ear, and by re-pierced, I mean pushed an earring through a half closed-up hole (the lady at the chemist said it was just fatty tissue, not skin!). It’s healed beautifully and I am going to wear pretty, even earrings tomorrow. They pierced them unevenly when I was younger, I got the low hole re-pierced so they were even and then one day stuck a sleeper in the bottom hole accidentally and the top one closed. It’s not closed anymore! All because my desire for symmetry overcame my desire not to suffer pain. I am a bit OCD. … and ok, yes, mainly it’s because I am cheap and I didn’t want to pay $25 so they could move about .5 of a millimetre of tissue.
… my mum, because she’s paying for me to go to Perth in July for my host sister’s wedding, and then I get to chill with her for 3 days in Sydney on the way back. Sooooo excited.
… my dog, but I am always thankful for my baby, he is so lovely and delicious and I wish I knew how to post pictures on this because you would all go, AWWWWW, capitals and everything. His name is Louis (pronounced Louie) but we call him Lulubelle. Tim (my dad’s partner) wanted a really gay dog and he wanted to call it Lulu Fifi Trixibelle. Well, we got a ‘gay’ dog – Louis is three quarter schnauzer crossed with a quarter poodle and he’s dark grey and sooooooooo cute – but he was a boy. Dad insisted on Louis. He has pretty much been Lulubelle ever since, or just Lulu if we’re feeling affectionate. I adore this dog, I taught him how to sing even, which basically means now if I make a fuss over him he howls and it drives Dad and Tim insane. I’m such a good daughter. Having said that, if I am dogsitting and I get woken up at 6am because he wants to go for a ‘walk’ it’s another story. Imagine lying there and awakening because you can feel something watching you, and as soon as you crack an eyelid that something pounces on your chest and pants in your face and licks your cheek. It is not so cute then.
… my niece, I talked to her on the phone today and she said ‘I miss you Aunty Miranda!’ Either she’s learning to guilt-trip people (that’s my girl!!) or my sister told her to say that. I suspect the former because apparently now if you make her mad she says ‘I don’t want to be your friend anymore.’ HOW CUTE IS THAT! I mean, yes that sort of thing should be discouraged but she’s three. I am sooooooooo proud of that little girl, she’s absolutely incredible.
… Architecture In Helsinki, because why break with a trend? I am going to find a man who is into this band and I am going to marry him. I swear I will find the only straight man in the world that likes them and we will get married. Maybe on the spot. If not marriage we will at least sleep together a few times.
… the girl who was on the Michael Jackson concert I watched on TV the other night, who is forever captured on video being carried away literally kicking and screaming from MJ himself. It was the best part of the concert – the rest was long and boring and it turns out I don’t like Michael enough to watch the whole thing.
- Just to end, on a slightly less positive note, can it please just fucking rain already!? This is NOT Australia! This is prime dairy farming country and it rains all the goddamned time so what the FUCK is up with this drought! It’s very uncool! RAIN ALREADY! This is New Zealand for chrissakes, we don’t live smack bang in the way of the roaring forties with mountains all along the West Coast for no goddamned reason!
Okay, done with the rant. Seriously, it needs to rain. Maybe it will rain tonight!! It’s humid enough… I live in hope!
