Gin o'clock

Good god was last night a FULL ON evening.

So many drunkies at our flat drinking gin and trying to eat all our condiments. When I upload photos to this mac, I'll be sure to post them as they were pretty hilarious...

I'm exhausted just THINKING abou it to be honest. Didn't get home until VERY late and I now have a full day ahead of me "good thinking kiddo". Sigh. And, the funniest part of my night was when I was walking home - some guy said some stupid thing as I was walking past and so I swore at him hardout in french - making some of it up cos I was drunk and knew he wouldn't be able to tell. he got all "eww whateva!!!" and I just kept going... the next group of boys were all like, "you lost the war" and I was all - in English - "actually, I'm from New Zealand... and I was speaking ZEE-FRENCH not German and, if I recall correctly, GERMANY lost the war in the end, not the french". Drunken people are idiots. they make such ludicrous calls.

Special Friend! Super fun lucky good!

This is totally gonna fuck up my screen layout and make everything go haywire but I thought I should post these as they're photos of my favourite semi "chindogu" product that was created for a design project by myself and my partner Leigh. It's called a "special friend for cloudy days" so that even in winter on grey yucky days you can have a really strong shadow friend to follow you around.

Our model is one gorgeous young lad called Callum. Aww! Such a cutie! I ran into him in the street and, as Leigh had gotten him to be our model, I thanked him profusely. He looked very confused and I then realised that because I hadn't been present for the photo shoot, he had no idea what I had had to do with the photos and why I'd be thanking him... Good times. Good times.

What Can Lucinda Do For You?

My marketing slogan makes me sound like a slut.

Dammit.

Well, to find out whether you'd sound as slutty as I do, click here...

I ran it again and it came up with "Bet You Can't Eat Lucinda."

I'm doomed.

home, home on the grange...

I live in a street called Grange St. Grange St is located very close to my University and is thus incredibly handy. It is also a hole.

It is cold, it is damp, it has a large number of idiots living on it, it is somewhat overpriced for the standard of accomodation. I live in a tiny little cottage type house with five other girls and one bathroom. It's ludicrous for what we pay.

Anyway, for the past two weeks, I've been able to escape the Grange because my mum and her Paul were on holiday and needed me to house/cat sit for them. They have a heat pump, continuous gas heated hot water, electric blankets, an actual garden, large rooms and most importantly, vast amounts of sun, light and fresh air. It has been awesome. I feel healthier than I have in months just because of how much better my living conditions have been. I've woken up in a room without mould growing on the windowsill and had breakfast in a kitchen which is large enough for me to turn around in. It's been bliss.

But now I have to go back to the Grange. Sigh. It was fun while it lasted...

~ myself ~

Last night...

There is NOTHING on TV except informercials and it's poo. OH, just changed the channel and now it's the Killers so can't complain anymore. Tonight is the last night I'll be spending in this gloriously warm house. Sigh. And then it's back to Grange St for me. Ah well, all good things must come to an end eventually. Even arguments on forums come to an end eventually. I was having a brilliant argument with a group of people about who to vote for and they've all stopped trying to justify their Act and National choices. Hahahaha

Last night was cool - went to the Comedy Debate (which was insanely average) and drank many many many bottles of wine with Ryan Brown-Haysom, Superjohn and Bexabillion. Which was great. We got told off by so many people for talking and laughing because apparently "we were ruining the jokes". Hahaha. Seriously. It was ridiculous. There was one joke where Ewan Gilmour said something like "you never see a black man lying in the snow trying to get white" and I was all "you see it's funny, cos he's racist" which got me many dirty looks cos I said it loudly.

Anyway, we then went to the Ra Bar cos the debaters were gonna be there and I had a big talk with Jon Bridges, the dude from IceTv with Nathan and Petra back in the day. He's AWESOME! He doesn't have a car, he bikes everywhere in Auckland. How rad is that! AND THEN I finally got up the guts to talk to a guy from my virginal days. We pashed one night and then I got all scared and told him he couldn't come home with me cos I was a virgin. hahaha. He took it well at the time but things became really awkward between us which sucked because he's such a fantastically cool dude... so we talked about all sorts of stuff like how his relationships never work because he finds himself unable to hold a conversation with the girls he dates and they break up because of it - Anyway, as tonight I was sufficiently drunk to talk to him about it, I finally got to talk to him about what happened with us and how everything went weird between us and he was all "yeah, I just had no idea how to deal with it so I thought I'd pretend it never happened" which was exactly what I had done. And then I told him how I'd been feeling like a total munter because of it and he laughed and said that he'd been the exact same at my age. And yeah, I told him that there'd been a period last year where I was kinda depressed because I felt incredibly unattractive and he said something along the lines of "well, obviously you weren't, I mean, I really dug you" - can't remember exactly, was QUITE drunk... which was so cute. Such a big thing for him to say considering how *argh* we've been for months.

He walked me home!

I didn't feel like going home to Maitland St and so I figured I'd walk back along George St with him and then when we arrived at the bottom of Pitt St - the intersection which leads up to his house, he was all "well, I'll walk you home if you like so you don't have to face the drunken hordes from the Cook by yourself" which was really really nice of him. I was so like, thank christ this awkward stuff is over and it really did feel gone - the conversation was flowing nicely and we were getting on brilliantly- right up until that moment where you have to say goodnight and then it became fractionally weird and we both backed off substantially. But it was really good to be hanging out with him again. I then had to walk home from Grange St to mum's house. Hahahaha, but it was worth it.

So yeah, really good for me to talk to him again - bad in that there's a slight chance that I'll end up being totally gaga about him again, but we'll see...

NEW BLOG! Muahahaha

I've decided to start keeping a Blog.

This decision comes about after a lengthy struggle to maintain a traditional pen and paper journal which is incredibly sporadic in both length and time in between entries. I figure that I now spend a good fraction of my life sitting in front of a computer, it thus makes sense for me to record my life using said abomination.

Seriously, computers are ruining my life.

Since becoming a design student, I've put my back out so many times that I'm a regular back-cracking addict. I know all the lower back stretchs you can imagine and i use them every day. Sigh. It's kinda cool but kinda gross.

Anyway, YAY! Blog!

My promise to myself is that (unless I am totally away from computers) I must post every two days at the least.

So y'all'll be seeing a lot of one Luci Mac over the next few weeks until I get bored of this and decide to do something else.

Flatting

I think the coolest thing about flatting would have to be my flatmates. Not only do they intrude upon your space when you are naked in bed, they also do dances of contrition when you tell them that they have yet to pay the power and phone bill. It's a good life. They also get incrtedibly drunk with you, find out that you're been naughty with someone and promptly pin you down on your bed and squeal in glee that you've been hooking up with someone.

You can live quite vicariously through your flatmates, as can they through you. I find it highly satisfying