1.25.2003
another update
i hope i still get to fiji, but i've just bought a car. yes, flitty me will be driving on the other side of the road, sitting in the other side of the car. it was pretty cheap, especially with the exchange rate, and i will use it to haul groceries and to explore this wee island/nation. i'm sharing the car with a friend i have made at the hostel. she's canadian and we were going to get a flat together but we thought we'd stay at the hostel in a double instead so we could have some privacy.
now, historically, i'm really bad at being a roommate and i'm optimistic that this situation will be better then my previous experiences b/c this is such a unique situation. but this girl, bless her heart, ain't the brightest and is 19, so i'm just hoping to be chill and laidback and optimistic and open.
in other news, i was mistaken for a maori today. the maori were the first to populate new zealand (aotearoa) and seem to have had a better go with living with the whities than the aborigines in australia. they're really a big part of the population and culture here, and it's pretty good to see. but for me, personally, it was interseting to be mistaken for a maori. some old biddy tried to speak to me in maori. let's see...that makes it korean, japanese, native american, maori and who knows what else. do i look that different or are people that ... confused? :)
05:27
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1.18.2003
update
he wrote, it was okay, but his ideas of "excitement" are way off, and he thinks he just KNOWS things, about what people think and want and how they're motivated, and he's just wrong.
but in other news, i'm here in tauranga, new zealand, at the hostel that will be my home for the next seven days. they've thankfully given me a room with no one else in it, so my suitcase can explode...until someone checks in. :) i start class in the morning at 9:30; i was told that one girl from iowa had paid the deposit to come for the course, too, but she backed out. so it's just me and a bunch of kiwis, i've heard of worse situations.
last night, we drove from the airport to tauranga, which is roughly a 3 hour trip. it was dark, it was late. i waited at the airport for three hours for my traveling companions, grr. i don't like traveling in new places at night because all the scenery gets muted. greys, blues and blacks instead of the multi-varied shades of the rainbow. alas. i'm sure i'll get to do the trip again at least a few more times. i'm thinking of going to FIJI on one of my weeks off. YIPPEEE! toodles.
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1.15.2003
assholes
life is too short for assholes. life is too short for guys who don't know how to communicate and be mature and discuss things. i thought 12,000 miles was going to let me get over things, and mostly i am, but there's a small part of me that can't. it didn't help that i dreamt about him alol last night.
in short, what i mean is i sent him an email just laying it out, how what he did sucked, how what i did wasn't phenomenal either, and i was doing this for closure. i wasn't expecting an immediate response but ... i dunno. time, diana, time.
i'm in sydney!! tomorrow i'm off to the blue mountains. i have a really bad farmer's tan but i care not.
04:31
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1.10.2003
HERE!
I'm here!!! I can't believe I'm here! It's been a hellacious trip, but I'm in Newcastle!! Check out my other blog here for a more detailed account.
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1.06.2003
confession
i have a guilty pleasure that is probably unhealthy for me: to live and date in new york; they're now on part 2. that scene is so not for me. neither is dating. but like a car accident, i can't turn away.
03:26
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a manifesto
from my journal
a friend told me to look at this experience as a sabbatical, and i think that is a good idea.
i am taking a break from american culture, from the fast life in new york city. from some friendships, from my family. from my baggage, from my screwups, from my career, from boys.
i will go and have fun, sleep plenty, rejuvenate my spirit and my faith in and relationship with God. i will learn more about this world, about New Zealand, about nature, scuba diving, sea kayaking, whitewater rafting and ropes. i will live simply for five months. i will communicate with my past solely through email and letters -- and an occasional phone call. i will start my novel or memoirs or screenplay or all of the above. i will find out who my real friends are. i will have regular bowel movements. i will exercise regularly and hopefully get to do taekwondo. i will keep abreast of current events. i will speak out against war in iraq. i will drive at least once. i will go camping. i will drink beer but will not puke on myself in the bathtub. i will make new friends. i will try to let go of anger and bitterness and be filled with compassion and love. i will be honest. i will communicate openly. i will renew my faith in the goodness of people. i will make new friends and great memories and i will make a decision on what i want to do with my life in september 2003. i will work on summer camp program and fulfill my obligations.
when i return i think i will try to live in one place for three years. i will enjoy mom's cooking. i will be more forgiving and understanding and less self-centered. i will be less frivolous. i will not be afraid of commitment and love and loss of control. i will not frown upon relationships, i will be open to God. i will trust in God and believe He has control and that the promise of good things is true.
and maybe, just maybe, i'll give this journalism thing a shot. and maybe i won't be afraid of freelancing. i will pray more. i will love my friends more. i will try to establish a community and go to church. i will act like a grown-up in life and responsibility but i will laugh as a child laughs -- quickly, easily, loudly. i will throw my head back and gawk at the tall buildings again. i will work at camp, be a good program director, leader, and friend. i will drive cross-country, visit friends, have fun, learn to surf, and drive back. i will dream, i will cry, i will scream. i will live.
01:44
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1.03.2003
100 things
there's this thing in blogging, it seems, where people compile a list of 100 things about themselves. here is mine.
14:46
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bubbly and lovely: i'm too poor for therapy.
