So I followed my instincts and heart and went back to New Zealand... moved in with the love of my life, got an awesome flat, good job, new season pass for snowboarding goodness and a cheap car.

Everything seemed to be awesome until this week.. the girlfriend thing is still bliss, but my boss is really mad at me because I went snowboarding this morning instead of working (I thought I had the morning off), so he told me not to bother coming in today or tomorrow (fired? hope not), my friend was supposed to bring my bindings back from England but she couldn't because her bag was too heavy so I can't go up the mountain at the same time as lover, and our car broke down... the starter motor broke and the battery was leaking everywhere, all over me which not only ruined my new jeans and my work uniform but also my skin...

Also, I was stopped by a cunt constable and fined $400 for failing to show my driver's licence (I lost it on a road trip to Wanaka) and he won't accept photo copies of every driving related test I ever took... shucks.

So blotchy and itchy, out of work, only able to ride a couple of hours a week, owe the police money... but guess what?

I couldn't care less.
NZ

IS

AWESOME.


LOVE 

IS

AWESOME.


(Sweet as bro')

:-D
x
 

I fell in love!
During my five months of travelling I met this really amazing girl (no typo, a girl) and after spending all our time together (wahey!) I had to leave to return to London early.

We had the best 24 hours together before I left - it felt like it would never end... and suddenly BAM I was kissing her goodbye at the airport...

So I've been staying up until ridiculous times on the internet now I'm home just talking, laughing, webcamming and reminising with her and everything seems fine until...
I start acting like a total dickhead.

I push her away to see if she'll fight for me, which she invariably does, and I try to pressurise her to break up with me. Why? I don't really know. Maybe it's because we are not practical together- halfway around the world puts a definite strain on us and I think sometimes if maybe it wouldn't hurt this much if we were no longer together. Which is warped because if that happened, I would probably hang myself with an extra strong piece of dental floss.


Perhaps I'm just doing what I do in every relationship- cause problems and tension when they shouldn't exist. Does it make me happier being alone? Do I find solitude in my own misery?

I think so.

Why God Jim Morrison, Why?

I think perhaps I should stop thinking about the problems that the future brings and just focus on the now, what my feelings are now... think like a child, be less concerned with facts, figures and planning and just feel everything.

Hmmmmm. Ok childlike living is going to start right away...

Amen.
x

    Granted: that may be a slight exaggeration. But last night I had a dream about
 Marge Simpson, who was inexplicably wandering through what must have been the longest nightclub in history, but suddenly she picked up an electric guitar and started screaming rock stylee into the crowd. Lost in the strobe lighting, I refocused on her and Marge had turned into Janis Joplin.

    To be fair though- Marge's singing voice probably would sound like JJ's. DAMN POPULAR CULTURE RUINING THE FOND MEMORIES OF CLASSICS.
   
    I might sue Fox.

Amen.
    x