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Haven’t posted much. Have to really study- really actually do it this time- less than 4 weeks untill finals and all that- like, untill they’re over. And I have a Huge pile of crap to get through.

So what did I do yesterday? I paid too much for stuff I really don’t *need* (well, except maybe the toenail trimmers- peeling toenails is tough on fingernails, ya know…). Then I came home and had happy thoughts about not having to write a chem lab report, then I thought about the yummy car I saw in town last saturday (60 something or other mustang fastback-y gto… yummy. Very yummy) Which I lusted after, but as I was on the bus, and the car, alas, was not, I did not get to molest it. Like I wanted to. Like I will if I ever spot it again.

So Palmy- since I’m sure someday someone might actually come here… (stranger things have happened)
It’s kinda easy, in the center part of town, anyway, to find your way around- you either walk toward or away from the like 4 tall buildings. Yes, I said tall buildings- with elevators and everything. Like 10 or 12 stories each. Yep, high rise office buildings. Cool, eh? Tall enough that you can see them from, oh, must be 3 blocks away at least. Hey, it’s tall for here.

Stuff to see here? there’s a jazz festival ( I think) this next week or so, and if I didn’t really really really need to study, you bet your butt I’d be there- sounds cool, yes? runs from… today, actually, I think, untill the 4th. Then there’s the international (or maybe just national?) cat show, and… um… I think it’s this saturday, the semi finals, or finals of rugby somewhere. Hey, I’m not a rugby kinda girl, ok? Might have been last weekend. They’re kinda melting together.
Hmm… spent a couple hours (ok, a lotta hours) this week playing on  kayak.com making up totally crazy flight itineraries, and watching it hunt for tickets. Cheapest interesting grouping I’ve got yet is from auckland to charleston, to london, to bkk, back to auckland for school, over the nov-feb “summer” break.  Been trying flying east- something about the idea of landing before I take off is just cool to me. Might play with westward travel next- just ruins the “taking advantage of thanksgiving day” and x-mas sales thing.

Ok, this is just wrong- for 2801usd I can fly from… auckland to sydney, to bangkok, to heathrow, to new york (first real stop). Then the next segment (somehow this whole thing is on BA- they aren’t alliance members with any airlines I usually fly… too bad, this is mucho miles) would take me from NY to manchester (on x-mas day, no less) to frankfurt for all of a week of hanging out in germany (note, I can afford none of this, it’s just really creative procrastination of studying… damn, but I’m good at that). Then on new years day (hey, I’m making school harder than it has to be, why not fly hungover too… ah, self torture, I love it so….) I could go from frankfurt to singapore. one nice long flight. Then in the middle of february, just in time to settle back in for school, I could go from singapore to sydney, back to auckland. All that for only 2801usd.

That’s like 32k miles. craaaazy. really.

Ok, enough of this. back to eating popcorn and goofing off- er, I mean, learning all about how to play with reactions of.. um… acids? yeah, that…

j.

It’s getting close to my last mid term the one I really really, really have to actually do well on. I did not sleep last night. I did not sleep today. I didn’t go to class, either. Oops. Went into town, to get my papers all notaried, and stuff.

note- it’s not a notary here, it’s a justice of the peace. You know, like the elvis at a vegas wedding.

Back on topic. I was down town. I was drinking coffee. I was having bad ideas.

Bad ideas like “hey, j. Let’s hunt for the mythical pants that fit!”

Yeah. Bad idea. Oddly enough, no pants in all of this stinking town fit. Well, I’m sure some of them could, but I want them long. Like, perfect long. Not an inch too short, and 120$, and not pre-washed, so guarenteed to shrink the second I get them home.

so, rant-

Why, in the name of bob, do the freaking fashion people show clothes on people that look like me (only a bit thinner), but not actually *sell* clothes for people that look like me? I am not a mythical creature! I am a girl in desperate want of a pair of freaking black pants! And a long sleave shirt with sleaves that cover my wrists, but I’ve given up on that one.

Is it so very much to ask? I realise that most of the country here is short. Like, really short. Like crazy short. They can’t help that. But would it be so very much to ask that each store (designer ones included- you’d think that, selling the samples as some were, the pants would be longer- nope) carry one pair of black pants, size ten, really freaking long?

This is an important point. Thin people (or so I assume, from shopping) only grow short. Tall people are all heavier than me. I am, therefore, some kinda freak. Me and everyone else that has this problem. Such as short people of average size.

end rant

gotta say, tho- I do love how the sizes here seem to be the same from store to store.

Coffee bad. But there are plenty of places to shop in Palmy, assuming you like the clothes they sell. There are even like three stores selling shoes. Ok, me sleep now. Then wake up. Then not drink coffee. Then drink soda. With Jack. Then go to lab. Yeah, that sounds good. Tomorrows gonna be an interesting day.

Oh, and for those interested out there- a pair of dickies, just plain ones (available in 30, 32, 34, 36 waist, and 32 length only) will run you about 110$ here. Don’t ask about shoes. Just bring them.

j.