Crickey O'Reilly

Lots of news: 

I adopted the little black kitten, named him Cruiser (to match the dog Bailey) and I love him to bits. He is massive now. After nearly 4 weeks. They grow so fast!

But really, I wanted to tell you all (so, Bryan) that I must have eaten my weight in dinner tonight (which I cooked myself and I am very proud of). 

I ate:

• Approximately 2 kg of roast lamb (I am not exaggerating I was a pig)
  
• Two good handfuls of fruit salad
  
• About 3 handfuls of vegetables
  
• 3 roast potatoes
  
• The size of my hand in both jelly and instant pudding
  
• 3 slices of birthday cake
  
• 2 (very generous) slices of sponge cake (with jam and cream in the middle)
  
• 2 glasses of fizzy drink
  
• And everyones leftovers (not a lot of food, mind you, it was yummyful).
  

In conclusion, how I still fit my size 12 pants is a mystery. (That's New Zealand sizes, just in case any of my American friends wander over here and decide I am humongous. It's about a size 4...I think. Or 2. I have no idea. Something like that.)

Have been watching Dylan...f*ck, forgot his last name. Hang on......................................................................Moran! He is Irish, he smokes like a chimney, drinks like a fish and makes me laugh until I pmsl. I do believe I am in love. It's the Irish accent, it drives me insane. To show you how nutty I am about it, Shane (my boyfriend since 23/09/07, keep up) and I were discussing where we might like to travel as soon as the issue of funding ceases to be an issue. I mentioned Ireland, and he quickly shot down the idea when the memory came to mind of how I react to every (*every*) Irishman on the street (well, everyone who is under the age of 30). He also seemed to recall how after every Colin Farrell movie that we watch he gets very very lucky. He decided, "No, under no circumstances are we ever going to Ireland and you are forbidden to go by yourself!...I will never be able to find you again, you will be transfixed talking to Irish people about things you hate just to hear their accents." Sadly, he is right. So that takes Ireland off the menu. (Menu? Now we are eating countries?... I suppose France will taste like snails and poodles and Mexico will taste like tequila and burritos?)

Even I don't know what I am on about. This is one of the many reasons why I keep Shane around. He tells me (and everyone else) what I mean. Everyone needs someone like that in their lives, I think. For instance, "Computer bigging piece of [10 minutes of expletives]...mirf?"

Means, "This computer is being of great annoyance to me, please help me fix it"

I have work tomorrow. Bugger me days. I am shift managing though, so now I am only $2 behind minimum wage instead of 3. Joy!

I can't be bothered cleaning and cooking for people who don't appreciate me and serving idiots who cannot read the menu and have issues with my counting, as well as being total scabs on the face of society by taking 25 minutes to choose what topping they would like on their pizza, then swearing at me because it's taking 25 mins to make, as well as scowling at me while I take everyone else's orders because I cannot be waiting on you for forever and a day to decide if you want original or deep pan shaped pizza, or if you would like it seared and grilled and with onions and herbs and spices (who would put spices on a pizza you sad freaks) and wondering to yourself (and me, the sad person sacrificing her life), "Would garlic be nice?" (no it would not it's f*cking garlic you dip-shit) and if the price includes cheese and sauce or just topping (OF COURSE IT DOES YOU IDIOTS WHAT IS PIZZA WITHOUT CHEESE AND SAUCE DO YOU THINK I AM JUST GOING TO THROW SOME PEPPERONI YOUR WAY AND YELL "DEAL WITH IT" OVER THE COUNTER??)

For Christ's sake.

All this, and not even minimum wage.

I ask you.

Sweet 16th

So, I will be 16 in a month and a bit...people have been talking to me about having a party for it...the idea doesn't excite me at all. I have two options: 

• Have a huge out of control party with me stressed because I've got to keep an eye on everything...
  
• Have a quiet, boring ass party...

It's pretty lose/lose, isnt it?

Shane always said he wanted two Andies :D

Man

Sometimes I can be doom and gloom! I am so excited for tomorrow!!

1) Going to library to help Shane read a few bookies

2) Going to have a look at a kitten I saw an ad for in the supermarket...was found abandoned in a paddock apparently, very friendly and black :) So I'm hella excited for that :D

3) Possibly going to work and MAKING SOME MONEY

4) Having DVD night with my mate Hannah who has been fully scaring me lately with her sugar-honey-happy-happy-joy-joy attitude towards life...ah well, she is happy :D

5) Going to stay at Aunty K's by the beach WOO!!

It will be sunny and if it isn't we are going to WILL it to be sunny, wahoo!!

Shane is rubbing my feet...mmm nice. I tell you, he is gifted!

Which reminds me, we came very close to ending us today because of my lack of attentiveness, so I am going to go to him and show him my love :)

Good Morning!

Well, I slept and now I am awake. In NZ the time is 11.25 am...just as well I haven't got anywhere to go!

Just out washing in the machine straight from my suitcase. I stayed with Shane's mum for 4 days last week and got home on New Years Eve and I've got to be away again to my Aunty K's again tomorrow. I'm hopeful, but I mean, my cousin and her bf are living there at the moment, and that's a little intimidating for me. I mean, after Mum died Nov '06, I was 13 and more or less went insane and crazy with grief and all that (and couldn't seem to tolerate Vati), so I stayed with Aunty K for a fortnight. Or was it a week? Time escapes me. Anyway, to a 13 year old (well, I had my 14th birthday there so whatever age I was) a 17/18 yo cousin who I didn't know very well was scary, especially when I was so unfamiliar with myself and scared of who I was. She was really nice and talked to me about a lot of stuff, but I was so intimidated by her age and I think that's still carrying through to a little anxiety now about seeing her. But I think it's all in my mind. A lot of things are in my mind. Few of them make sense.

Time for coffee I think. I will talk later. Ttfn xoxox

SMART QUOTE FROM ANDIE!

"Everything can change in a moment"

Came up with it on my own!

Well, I thought it was cool lol

Wall Art

Andie at CHCH art gallery!

Awesome CHCH drummer guy

Rock on!

First Post!

Hellos!

Well I usually have a lot on my mind, and tonight, after discovering on could on my new 'puta, I decided to create a blog, or "venting machine" lol. 

So...my name is Andie (you don't need to know any more than that...a little mystery never did any harm :P), I live at my house, which is in a small country called New Zealand, I have a boyfriend named Shane who is wonderful and awesome. I think he was born to be a boyfriend, he's so weirdly awesome at it lol. I'm not so great as a girlfriend...but that's another story. I'm lookin' for a kitten/cat to replace the one my family had to put down a few months back, and the search isn't going so well. 

One of Shane's cat's gave birth a few months back and they are essentially "free to a good home", so I went and had a look. I got hella attached to one of them, and after deciding that was the one for me, was rang up at 11 at night and told it was promised to another girl...I actually cried. Over a damn cat. I love animals, I would find it really hard to live without at least a dog, but I mean come on! Can't believe I cried over a damn cat. I'm a typical kiwi person in that respect...a cats a bloody cat, nothing to cry over! But I did and there you go. I'm a wuss. Fancy that.

Went back to Shane's today to look at another one, its' sister, and it scratched the shit out of me. I was assured that was only because it wasn't used to humans, and I really didn't want to be a snob, but I just thought "f*ck this", you know? I don't want to force the thing to like me, or take it home to find it just wanted fed and then outside to chase a bird or some shit? I mean as I said, I didn't want to be a snob but if it's at all possible I'd like a cat to give me a little love that comes from something besides being the hand that feeds! Decided in the end to go to the SPCA after holidays sort themselves out and I'm back to living at my house on a regular basis, without my father giving me a matter of days to cancel all my plans and tell my (scary) boss I need another week off work to chase my brother around the country playing a sport he won't give a flying f*ck about in 2 or 3 years time! So, off to my Auntys' (who I love, so it's not all bad) the day after tomorrow, because he doesn't trust me to stay at home by myself without either:

a) throwing a massive party (with what friends?)

b) Leaving the house with the stove on and everything unlocked

or, most worrying to him, c) have sex with my boyfriend of 15 months!

Lucky me, I am both the oldest child and only daughter, which I suppose sums up to a heaping helping of over-protective father, especially since Mum died. I sympathize but ideally I'd like more space, as everyone does.

Went to see my horse, Jameela today. Rode her out on the dirt road. She was really unsure of everything around her and eventually had to turn back because I couldn't be arsed fighting with her any longer. So...tired...got some good exercise (both of us) and if nothing else, it was a learning and trusting experience for her. She's only 4, so she's allowed to make a few mistakes I suppose. But, you know, I'm only human, I couldn't help getting a little frustrated with the whole stop/start/stop deal.

So, in conclusion today was a "f*ck it!" kind of day. Hopefully tomorrow will be better! Night night xxx