dream

I had a dream that I was at home and a boy drove a 4 wheel drive through both of our fences and through a few of our neighbour's properties.

(please note that it is impossible to get any further than my property on one side because the neighbours have a huge garage.)

I ended up getting him to stop destroying our fence and yelled a lot. He never told me why he destroyed the fence, only that he would pay for it. He gave me a business card which told me he was a "scripter" and said to call a specific number on the card if I wanted to talk to him straight away, but otherwise he'd be at the home number in a couple of days. I told him I'd just call him at the home number and gave him my cell number, which it took me a very long time to remember and get all the numbers in the right place.

My Mum came home from work with a lot of groceries and I told him he had to clear off. He kissed me, open mouth, and it was cold like he'd been mouth breathing the whole time. I remember thinking, "Well, he's going to need some lessons in that!" and then went inside to help my Mum.

Mum asked who my friend was and I said, "He's not a friend. Here's his card." She didn't want it until I said, "Just look at the fence!"

Mum then woke me up making breakfast for the cats.

new photos

Just some photos of the secret stairs, the park by my house and a couple of new ones of me.

Life

I really haven't been doing much lately.

The day before yesterday I went to the supermarket. I love going to the supermarket.

Yesterday I got my hair done. It looks nice. Well, I think it does. Instead of getting a lift into town or catching a bus I walked. It took 40 minutes but was very nice because I went all the secret ways.

Today I went to visit my grandfather. He gave me some of my grandmother's scarves. I think it made my Dad really sad because it was my grandfather and one of my Dad's sisters organising the clothes to be either thrown away or given to the hospice and my Dad didn't even know about it. I will share my scarves with him. I put them around my hair when it looks terrible, like it did today. I think that cheered my Dad up a bit, because he said I looked like a cleaning lady and laughed. The last time I wore a scarf around my head I didn't have much hair and my manager at work said that it looked like I was about to make gumba and dance.

I also went driving today. I practised 3 point turns and went out onto the real road with real cars (as opposed to the 30k zone where I've been practising which has very limited traffic). That means that I increased my normal speed of 30 to the speed limit of 50. It terrified me but I'm looking forward to doing it again.

Tomorrow I'm packing my bag for graduation and going to the supermarket to get my brother food. He decided he didn't want to come to graduation, despite the fact that it's the school holidays and it's a trip away somewhere. He's strange sometimes.

Then Monday I'm travelling to Auckland and picking up my regalia and. Getting perfume. Other than that I'm not quite sure what else I'm doing.

And finally, on Tuesday, I see Lucy and RJ and Lisa and everyone else who's graduating and get to wear my nice dress and walk along a stage to get a very expensive piece of paper.


Today Dad and I were reading the newspaper and we discovered that one of our neighbours across the street died. So we went over to visit the family, which included the guy's wife, whose name is Gwen, and their daughters. Oh, and their grandson. One of the daughters was really short and everyone was really sad. Gwen and Allen had been married for many years - I think she said it'd been 40 or 50 years. I can't even imagine that timeframe. Gwen hugged me a lot and wouldn't let go of my hand. She also thought that I was my Mum, which, when I told my Mum this, Mum laughed.

Gwen told me a lot about her husband, like how when they were "courting" she would take the bus to meet him in town. If he got on the bus after her but didn't see her, she would poke him with her umbrella. It sounds like he was really special. I never met him, and I had never met Gwen before today.

plans

Lucy and I have a plan.

You are going to regret everything you have done.

My friend Lucy Z

Lucy Z is one of my best friends. Whenever I join a facebook group or become a fan of a "best friends" related page, Lucy is who I am thinking of.

I talk to her about pretty much everything. It's awesome.

She is very sweet and funny, and I don't like it when she gets sad. It makes me want to hurt the people who have made her sad.

She is easily the person I miss the most now that I live in New Plymouth. But that's okay because I get to see her when we graduate which is very soon.

I like how honest Lucy is. She would tell me if my lipstick was tacky, and if she thinks I'm looking nice she always tells me. That makes me smile.

(for the record, Lucy always looks nice. Seriously. Even when it's humid as fuck and we're all sweaty and nasty, she never looks like it's humid as fuck and that she's all sweaty and nasty).

She doesn't change her hair as often as I do, but it's still very nice.

And I just realised that she's even more special because a: her face is half cut off in the picture and b: she's the only Chinese friend I have.