I seriously wonder about New Zealands future when the front page of the biggest news paper runs these stories - Branson saying he'll cut airfares in half. The fact that Eric Watson is fucking some model from America. STILL stuff about Paul Holmes' 'cheeky darkie' comment. And ... last, but certainly the most worrying ... 'Coral accused in murder movie' It startes off like this ... "The man charged with murdering Coral Burrows will appear in a

It is my birthday today. I've lived for 18 years now. I'm starting on the long road towards old age. Even though I told my parents I didn't want anything because they've been forking out so much for braces and laptop, etc, they still got me some stuff - a book on Titian (costumes in the mid 1500's is what I am slowely veering towards, though more german than italian, but this book is highly excellent for stuff like that) $50 and some Weleda Almond skin care stuff, which is absolutely divine. Al

Looking back I wonder how come I dreaded the actual operation, but never even thought about the aftermath. As soon as the IV drugs went into action it was FUN. It seemed like 10 minutes had passed, and I was 4 teeth less. I had gauze pads put in to stop the bleeding, and I was sent home. I dared to hope that perhaps I was one of those people who suffered little side effects. Then I got home and took out the gauze pads ... and it all went downhill. I was vomiting, the painkiller

Four minutes until I can no longer eat. You see, today is the day I get my wisdom teeth out, and I'm remarkably calm, in a panicky sort of way. The really annoying thing is this - I've phsyched myself up so much that I couldn't actually eat much. I'd put it in my mouth, chew, and it'd feel all wrong and disgusting, and swallowing was so hard. But I ate four iwi fruit, two bananas and a slice of toast with vegemite. Well, as of now, I can no longer eat or drink, until after the operation, which i

Firstly. Where did the normal thingy go? Secondly. This is all about the extraction of wisdom teeth. Well, thats stretching the truth a bit, because 'all about' would entail the aftermath as well, and this is only the precursor to the pain and agony which I am dwelling in dread of. You see, in less than 24 hours I will be in a sterile little room, under the influence of a cocktail of drugs, a surgeon telling me that it won't hurt a bit, and then 45 minutes I will be four wisdom teeth less. I hav

I went to the Paper Bag Princess today, that wonderful purveyor of nothing over $20 (but nothing under $20 either). I have not been shopping for a long time, but I decided that a new pair of pants and a top were much needed, so the intrepid me ventured out into the depths of K'rd, that heady world of alternative fashion for the Discerning Poseur. I ventured far and wide - first just perusing the goods for sale, then going to Brazil for much needed coffee (I've never got the coffee buzz thing, bu

I get a journal. cool. Not that I'm going to use it with any constancy ... my livejournal gets that dubious pleasure (avalon_dreams). Well, I'm going to do a bit of exploring now ...