• It's cold. Like, freeeezing cold. And I can't type with gloves on so they will have to put up with it.
• I played XBox for a ridiculous amount of time today. I'm guessing somewhere in the region of three hours. Straight. No breaks. Wreaks havoc on handies.
• I accidentally deleted half of 'The Simpsons' quotes. There are bagillions of them. I had to go through and put little BRs in it. Nightmare. Ouch.
• I'm exhausted. Hands are sore along with shoulders and knees and toes, knees and toes.

• Hugh Jackman is a hottie. I only saw about ten minutes of 'Someone Like You' (all I could stand) but the man is HOT. Ok, so this didn't offically HAPPEN today, but you know, whatever. It is my right to discuss the hotness of Hugh if I please.
• Someone bid on the Styx cage of DOOM. Someone actually wants it! Hurrah!
• Denis Leary! As a side note, naturally, he just popped up on TV which I find intriguing. My Mum considers him a "slippee man" - her version of the freebie list. 'Slippee man' because, and I quote, "he can put his slippers under my bed anyday!". Which reminds me of something I read in Salient, which rated guys on what you would let them eat in bed. Like someone like....um....who's gross...I would have said Harvey Keitel who I once found really unattractive but SHOCK HORROR after seeing Mean Streets I realised he was once quite hot. I'm scared of myself, really. Anyway, so someone gross like...um...Anthony Hopkins? Ok, so some find him attractive, I don't. So, Anthony Hopkins would rate like lollies or something non-messy, over a plate. Someone like George Clooney would rate 'weetbix' - he could eat Weetbix in bed without a plate. You see? Hmm...that was a lot of writing for not a lot of point.
• Eric Bana might be the next James Bond! I LOVE this idea. Either it will be hell for his career and he will vanish into obscurity (nooooooo!) or it will introduce him to the mainstream. Mainstream, meet Eric Bana. Eric, Mainstream. Which wouldn't be a bad thing, because I could see him in more movies. Plus the odds of him vanishing into obscurity based on one bad movie are low. Have you heard of Hulk?
• I'm in love with Rufus Wainwright. Not in a romantic way or anything (there wouldn't be a lot of point: he's that great kind of gay where he says things like, "But Sting's 16-year-old son is so gorgeous - he brought him out last night - now I'm dying to be friends with Sting so I can molest his children."
  and
  "When I was young I used to go to gay clubs... i wore spandex... I looked like such a slut."
  Anyway, I had a point. I love his music - my favourites at the moment are 'Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk' and 'Oh What A World'.
• Katie and Bones were both feeling generous today. Katie gave me not one, not two, but THREE chocolate squiggle biscuits. Mmmm. Bones was eating M&Ms by the fricking bowlful, and I was encouraged to partake in it. Mmmmmmmmmm. & Mmmmms. Haha am I funny? Yes.
• A small side note: I do not think it is "stupid" to say "the menopause". Terrie, disregard anything negative Bones might have to say about me. Most people say I am a fairly nice person. See how I stepped around that there?
• Me & Sam are watching Natalie Portman on Letterman. She is great. This show manages to make me love all the celebrity guests - I even liked Will Smith after his.
• I'm now going to thank my one and only fan: Carly. If you think about it, these blogs are actually just letters to Carly, seeing as how I don't think anyone else reads them. So yay for Carly! She elevates the blogs from mere diaries into actual blogs! Wicky!
• I wrote another life plan today. My whole 'Editor of Empire' thing sounds like a lot of work and I was feeling rather lazy. So here is my fourth life plan:
  I move to Hollywood and write some piss-poor screenplay that gets sold to someone crap like Jerry Bruckheimer and him & Michael Bay make it. It makes billions. Literally. I am paid a ton of money and all the big budget crap directors put me on their speed dial. I then spew up a few other pieces of shite screenplays, all with the same formula and same actors and sameness. Film critics everywhere despise me, teenage boys put me on their freebie lists just because I wrote a movie where Keira Knightley (or whoever else is flavour of the month) takes off their top.
  After I have written a few screenplays and have become insanely wealthy, I stop eating food of any kind apart from celery and various dips. I also only drink Evian and have other ridiculous Hollywood standards like, 'no 2-ply toilet paper'. I get hair extensions and Manolo Blahniks, and get so much Botox that I can't smile.
  Some amazingly gorgeous celebrity (someone on my freebie list, naturally) asks me to marry them and I say yes. We are married in a huge ceremony with big balloons like Brad & Jen so that helicopters can't take photos of us. We then sell a couple of photos to Hello magazine for a bagillion dollars (not that we need it, but you know).
  I stop writing screenplays and live happily ever after eating celery, bonking my hot husband & going to various parties. It's the Paris Hilton way.
  Wow. After re-reading that it sounds a little negative or perhaps bitter. That was not my intention. It actually sounds like fun. And fairly easy. The only thing I'm not looking forward to is the celery only policy, but oh well, no plan is 100% sunshine and rainbows! Seriously, it would be a fun life.

• Serial killer guy is hot. His hair is really nice.
• Chocolate pudding & chocolate hail is a great blending of textures. Recommended.
• When Sam walks, he walks fast. He also looks quite murderous, as if he will kill anyone that crosses his path.
• It sucks when your shoes are uncomfortable. It impacts on your day a lot more than you think it would.
• Sometimes it's not completely awful if no one speaks during a tut. I think one person spoke (apart from the tutor) today in my Media tut, but it wasn't weird, it was just relaxing. I spent a lot of time doodling my name and thinking about how nice it would be if Eric Bana took me to lunch.
• On a related matter, Eric Bana has said that he doesn't want to be James Bond. Grr. Although it is a good thing in some ways: the less teenage girls (see how I'm talking about TEENAGERS...I'm not a teenager any more, you know :P) that know that he is HOT the better. Less groupies to fight before Bana-goodness.
• I like my room so much more when it's clean, but I just don't clean it enough.

• I'm watching early Season 2 of Buffy. Oh, the good old days. Willow's still dorky and straight, Angel & Cordelia are still there, Spike is bad and sometimes (shock horror) Buffy dresses as if she might fight vampires! Practical!!
• I was all restless today. I blew up my lilo and I don't know why. Then I lay down on it for a while, on my bed, which was strange.
• A bunch of us (Me, Bones, Sam, Tristan, Katie & Olly/Ollie) went out for dinner at Dino's, which is a nice little Italian restaurant near where we live. I had a pizza that was chicken (real chicken, not that pretend chicken you find on most pizzas), homemade BBQ sauce, and fancy base. It was really good. Then we had Tiramisu and mmmmmmm.
• I watched Rear Window today, yay James Stewart! I wish I could marry him. But I can't. Bottoms. Then I started watching Psycho but got a bit scared and so I stopped.
• Aww, Giles & Jenny Calendar. I can't call her just 'Jenny', because 'Calendar' is such a fun last name.
• On a related matter, I finished the Buffy game today! I pushed the Master onto a big spike. Looked painful, but oh well, it's none of my business.
• I read a thing today about vaginal empowerment. Scared me a little bit.
• Woops. I didn't do ANY readings. Or wash my windows. Or do washing. Or vacuum. Bugger arse bottom. But I did come up with a workable plan for Eric & I. It basically involves his wife shacking up with Olivier Martinez in France. Works out well for everyone, except for Kylie Minouge. Oh well.
• Buffy is all porn. Leave Xander alone!
• Clearly time to go to bed. Why can't Letterman be on seven days a week?

• Skipped 'Popular Music'. Could not be arsed. Plus Bones was waving the offer of Mr Bun in my face (not literally). Mmm, Mr Bun.
• Bones & I also decided that we will run our own Private Investigator Agency today. We were stalking someone. Sort of. Not illegally. Can't give away more details, has to be on the hush hush, very QT, whatever else they said in L.A. Confidential. Which reminds me, I still haven't seen the last twenty minutes of that.
• I had Diet Vanilla Coke today. I had forgotten about how good it was. I'm thinking about it now....sigh....I haven't had coke since the 23rd of July. 'How do you know that?' you might ask. Well, a month ago, due to SEVERE lack of funds (honestly: I owed the bank $900) I started up a bitch of a budget which basically required me to put in every single purchase. So I can see that I bought coke on the 23rd of July. I am now happy to say that with a combination of not-spending-anything and birthday-money, I am now $300 in CREDIT. Wicky! I think I'm probably not supposed to announce that in my blog, but meh.
• Martin Scorsese essays are boring to write. I'm bored.
• Season 2 Buffy (the character) is Dian. She IS Dian. I'm having problems seperating the two in my head.
• That 'Living the Dream' show is comical. How embarrassed will that guy be when he finds out.
• 'Sex & The City' was good tonight. In fact, I'll have to go out on a limb and say that is good every night. Is the saying 'go out on a limb'? That sounds wrong.
• Serial-killer-guy's hair was amazing today. He'd obviously just gotten out of the shower, and I'm not going to share with you the rest of my thought process there. Poor Emily got to hear it. But *sigh*.
• I saw HGG today! Shorter than expected. It was all very exciting.
• Bed. Please. Tired. Me.
• Haha poor Carly. I sent her TWO e-cards today. The first had a picture of Eric Bana on it and it said something along the lines of:
  
  ' MMMMMM Eric Bana is hot. From Kate'
  
  The second was a Buffy e-card which read:
  
  Kate
  Eric
  Fin.
  
  I liked the simplicity of it all. Meanwhile Carly would be reading them going 'Uh....huh?'
  Eric Bana e-cards
  Buffy e-cards (Very funny)

• Made a playlist of studying tunes (well, to be honest, mostly songs that aren't appropriate for study. At the moment it's 'I Believe In A Thing Called Love' which isn't really inspiring me to write essays.)
• Had a shower. Feel so fresh and clean, clean
• Finished my soy milk. This one I'm upset about. I want more! Why must it be so expensive?
• Made the bed, cleaned the room
• See how I'm avoiding my essay? It's somewhere out there, floating in the dreamer's realm (damn you XBox...) and I just have to pluck it out and put it on paper. Inspire me, Muse!
• Now it's 'Better Man' by Pearl Jam. Far more suited to writing. The words are just flowing! But for my blog, not my essay, which is what counts.
• This blog would be bad evidence if I fail this essay and they try to send me to jail for it. Grr.

Today is another guest blog from me, cause Kate is unavailable to write, for the 8th day in a row, due to heavy work commitments. Thankfully though, I have finished all my work, as of today, so it is officially ... Holidays! Yay!
Seems like I will be stranded here by myself for a lot of the holidays.
Well, some of the holidays.
Ok, part of the holidays. Kate is going home, Katie is going home for part of it, and Sam will probably go visit Tristan or other people like that. Also the sale is on over the holidays, and I'm working almost every day, so I won't have much time to get bored. Lots of money for Bones! :) And also, the long awaited (2 days now) Buffy Xbox game will be arriving!!
Yes yes, I know what you're all thinking. Hang on, haven't I already got the Buffy Xbox game? Yes, I do. This one tho, is the 2nd Buffy Xbox game. The newer version. Where you can play multiplayer, and play as other characters, like Faith (tee hee) and so on and so forth. I've been hanging at home all afternoon watching the mailbox incase it turns up a day early. No such luck. Aparently the so called weather has stopped the post from being on time. Did it stop me from going to class? No! (well, not really) Did it stop me from tidying my room? Yes. Ok, that was the wrong word game to play.
Moving on
On a more pleasing note, todays guest blog is not being written under the influence of alcohol. I have recently read over the previous guest blog, and it didn't seem to make much sense. So this one is nice and sober. (ok, given that it is 4 in the afternoon, you would assume I'm writing this sober. Wouldn't u?)
arrgh.
Staff meeting tonight. Get to meet all the "exciting" newbies for the sale. Probably won't get any pizza either. Somewhere along the way, they fazed out having pizza at the staff meetings, and nobody seemed to notice, until one day we were like, hey! Where's the pizza? And then we were told that there was no pizza. What a shame.
Kate has also mentioned to me that she is feeling out of the loop in terms of my latest Eliza life plan. So, I've decided to share my updated plan with you all. How nice.

• Eliza and I now meet on a plane. I get moved up to business class for some mysterious reason, and lo and behold, who am I sitting beside? After many tears from her part(the fear of flying and all), I eventually have to resort to comforting her in the only proven way. I must make out with her. Awww. No two people
• We also end up moving back to Albania (does anyone know what it's like there by the way? email me if you have some info) where we both get thouroughly confused by nodding our head and shaking it the wrong way.
• Fact of the day: In Albania, shaking your head and nodding your head has the opposite effect than doing the same here
• Anyway, she is also friends with Michelle Rodriguez, who frequently pops by our house to visit. She is also sad and afraid for some reason, so me and Eliza both have to comfort her in the only proven way
• Note to self: never invite small annoying children into the house. Innapropriate situations for minors
• We have a total of four cars. One summer car and one winter car each. I have a black Jeep Sport Wrangler for summer, and a black (possibly dark green?) Grand Cherokee for winter. She has a blue 2004 Jag S series for winter. I haven't decided on her summer car.

Ok, so that's about all the updates so far. Oh also that we will be friends with Kate and Eric too. Many fun hollywood parties to be had :)

anywho, must go and watch the letterbox some more. Bye bye

bones

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• I�ve gathered a bunch of stuff to sell on Trade Me. Like, probably about 50 items. Holy crap! I�m still thinking about perhaps auctioning from here, which would be cheaper (don�t have to send it to Wellington first). But it would be more effort and I can just tell that all the payments will come through on the Monday that I leave, making it really tricky to orchestrate everything. Plus I have 100% feedback and I don�t want to jeopordise that�but the stingyness of me is going to rule on this one methinks. I�ll auction them tonight.
• I�ve watched part of a Buffy episode, Dirty Girls. Season 7. Sorry Bones for depriving you of the Buffy Season 7 goodness�but if it pleases you any, season 1 arrived here today and I will be watching it. Season 1! Bad hair, bad clothes, bad makeup�just bad. But I couldn�t have seasons 2 through 7 and not 1, that�s just rude.
• As a side note, Bones: Faith has just shown up on Buffy. She�s all gruff, I can just tell you�d be smiling and hitting people on the arm now.
• I also watched a substational amount of Good Morning, which was dumb of me. Dumb for two reasons.
  1. I have a 40 inch TV here, perfect for watching exciting big budget films starring Will Smith or someone similar. Instead, I watch Good Morning, so I can see the Nature Bee pollen larger than life.
  2. It made me all annoyed about the Destiny Church march. So I had to write an email to them grumbling about it. Grumble. Now I�m pissed off.
• I unpacked, go me. And listened to my favourite song at the moment, Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk by Rufus Wainwright. I think perhaps subconsciously I love it because I love chocolate milk. Not so much cigarettes. Those hurt.
• Some side notes for the flatties.
  Bones - Faith is actually life size. Like, her head is head size. This TV is awesome. You would be in heaven right now. Plus, hello, my parents have a coffee machine the size of our fridge. Well, not quite. Somewhere between the fridge and the microwave. It�s silver and futuristic.
  Sam � I was almost going to wake you up last night to burn a CD of Eric Bana pictures. I realised I might not be able to last two weeks without an Eric wallpaper. So instead I had to go through them all and find like ten and put them on a disk. Everything is OK now.
  Katie Katie foah Fahtie � yay! Bayfair! I�m so excited! I think my parents thought we were strange � living together for half a year and then wanting to see each other in the holidays. Oh well. They�re weird too, probably. Oh, and I�ll send you Bridget Jones� Diary soon. Don�t know when though.
• Hope you enjoyed those side notes. I know I did.
• I shouldn�t think while watching Buffy. After stupid Carly putting ideas in my head about Buffy & Giles, I now keep seeing couples that aren�t there. Mostly involving Spike � I�ve managed to put him together with Xander, Anya and Faith.
• How embarrassing. I�m now semi famous.
• Haha I love Andrew. �For years and years, or to be more accurate, months, Faith fought on the side of good�. And then he shows her fighting a Vulcan, cause he got confused when hearing volcanolgist. And I love that bit in Storyteller when he films Willow & Kennedy making out, and saying something along the lines of: �now here�s something you guys might find interesting� then pans across to Xander�s window work. Ah, such comedy.
• This list has changed from a �things I have done� to a �thoughts I am having�. Oh well.
• Mum & Goob just came home. I had sandwiches with GIANT, super thick bread. Mmm. It was amazingly tasty. I also had a piece of cake, mmm cake.
• If vampires don�t breathe, how can they smoke? Hmm. Perhaps they can force themselves to take in air. Or something. Who knows, or really cares. Not I.
• Mmm sandwich. I�m still having little fantasies about it. Not in a porn way.
• I chatted to Alana before, she sounds happy. Although she pushed a wine glass into her wrist accidentally, which is never a happy thing (at least I think, I�ve never really come across it before).

• Emma stayed home today. She's ill. Poor Emma. So, to make her feel better, we spent the day watching movies and eating chips. I feel sick. We ended up watching Romy & Michele's High School Reunion, Matchstick Men, American Pie and The Hot Chick. Wow. That's a lot. We also watched E's '101 Most Starlicious Makeovers', but only numbers 30 through to 1. Oh, and the making of 'The Girl Next Door'. I feel kind of entertained out. Ew, and Emma's making me watch Shortland Street instead of The Simpsons, which upsets me. Greatly.
• We bought wigs. Not today, the other day, but I didn't mention it. I got a wavy one that is hot pink with silver streaks, and Emma got a curly fluro green one. We look effing awesome.
• Haha effing. That is fun.
• Bleagh Moomill bought me two bottles of coke. 1.5 litre ones. I've weaned myself off, so now that I've drunk 3/4 of one in a day I feel really awful. I think I should put it away and just drink water for a few days. Or soy milk! Mum bought me soy milk! I don't drink it to save the cows or whatever, I actually like the taste. Mmm....soy.
• Yay, Jetstream. I'm blogging at a time that would usually be unbloggable. Did you know we have a gas heater in the rumpus room? A gas heater! Life is great. Quasi is such a poonum.