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colour explosion
Originally uploaded by enyahs.

today i did a workshop on printmaking.
i'd show you, but i've managed to delete the programme which enables me to upload photos from my camera. so until i find the cd, i'm going to have to make do with other peoples pictures. cheers, enyahs.
anyhoo, the workshop was good. the room was airless and about a million degrees, i think the heat induced hallucinations helped with the creative process.

SWEET DREAMS

i dreamt last night that i'd killed someone.
it wasn't the killing that was the nightmare, but the consequences of my action. police interviews and the widespread implications it had for myself and those around me. the knowledge that i would forever more be that woman who killed someone. and no escape, a police record that'd stop me from ever travelling away from here.
it brought on such an enormous feeling of helplessness and hopelessness.
*shudder*
i'm left feeling dirty and sore inside.

WATCH FOR SPiKES

hey, talk to me. i'm miserable.
i've had a shit day, preceded by a shit night, and a few other shit days.
my girl is halfway up the country, having a blast, and here i am stuck in my wee life. working, working on a fucking building site, in the RAIN. this is meant to be the hottest driest month in chch, damn it.
it's getting to me. it's making me all scratchy inside, i feel like i have claws beneath my skin just about ready to break through, snag people, retreat back in. leaving infected scars all round.
fuck i'm sick of being me today. fuck i'm so SICK of it.
i'm sick of giving so much to people, sick of having so much demanded of me. sick of training staff, sick of keeping the smily face on and holding back the snarl. sick of even the people i enjoy day to day.
sick of those nice customers who make it impossible to resent them.
sick of workmates who need reassurance, sick of workmates who need someone to bitch to about the ones who need reassurance.
sick of missing trace.
sick of the way i feel about it all.
sick to fucking death of this pitiful life i'm struggling through at the moment.
give me a fucking BREAK!.
give me a tank of petrol and a remote destination.
give me something, please?
yes you,
please.

OH YEAH, YOU KNOW YOU WANT iT

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MAJOR PROCRASTiNATOR, THAT'S ME

quizzykins via fishboy via krimsonlake via someone else...
(i feel no shame in posting this quiz, it's my day off damnnit and i intend to waste it!) (or at least some of it. after all, there are still gherkins to be pickled)

You scored as English. You should be an English major! Your passion lies in writing and expressing yourself creatively, and you hate it when you are inhibited from doing so. Pursue that interest of yours! Linguistics 83% English 83% Art 83% Journalism 75% Sociology 67% Theater 67% Dance 58% Biology 58% Anthropology 58% Psychology 50% Philosophy 50% Mathematics 42% Chemistry 25% Engineering 17% What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!<3) created with QuizFarm.com

Fours
i is doing this coz she say so.
Four jobs I've had
bread creator (ach! the early starts...)
door to door sales tart
seller of classy pre-loved attire
organics bitch

Four movies I can watch over and over
priscilla (heh, a cock in a frock on a rock)
love actually (i'm really just a big softie)
frida (every moment is a visual feast)
the bbc adaptation of pride and prejudice (i know it's not really a movie as such, but have you *seen* jennifer ehle in that?)

Four places I've lived
christchurch (home)
sydney (fast, tacky, hot, great)
melbourne (also fast, sophisticated, arty, somewhere i could settle)
in my head (eeeeeeeeeee!)

Four TV shows I love
scrubs
black books
six feet under
um, i don't watch a lot of tellie...

Four places I've holidayed
okains bay nearly every summer as a kid, and some since
the UK, with a few days in paris (yum)
the far north (sounds epic eh?)
punakaiki for a dirty weekend

Four of my favorite dishes
sushi
good bread with vegan anti-pasto
ahem, tracey
new potatoes, boiled, with asparagus on the side

Four sites I visit daily
mine (because i haven't managed to set it up to get email notification of new comments)
flickr.com (also for obsessive comment checking, but no one loves me there so i needn't bother)
trademe.co.nz (i'm such a housewife)
yahoo.com (home is where my mail is)

Four places I would rather be right now
marahau with my girl *sigh*
a cafe in sydney drinking a good coffee with a bad boy
mexico, nourishing my senses
early december last year

Four bloggers I am tagging
ysengrin
sarsparilla
reshma
fionnaigh

ach, well thank the gods that's over.
i spent the weekend in the lucious golden bay, and i'm not very happy about being back. not least because i left Girlie there.
meh.

i'M NOTHiNG iF NOT SUBTLE

hey readers...
it's my birthday on friday (the 20th) and i love mail. email, snailmail, anonymous cash, it's all good.
go on, pretty please? make me feel special.

POSTiNG FOR THE SAKE OF iT

so, what did you lot have for breakfast?
i had a smoothie. mmm.
banana
plum
berries
cinnamon
LSA
tahini
flaxseed oil
soy milk.
*
did you know that rosemary is a great hair conditioner? especially for those of us with dark locks. it's also a natural treatment for dandruff.
boil together 5 cups of water (bottled if you don't live in christchurch or switzerland) and a cup of rosemary tips, let them simmer for about 20 mins and then strain the mixture into a sterilised, or at least very clean, stoppered bottle. use it about once a week as a rince after shampooing.
if you want it to look all fancy like, you can shove a sprig of rosemary in the bottle. and it's a good easy present.

MUSCLE-WOMAN

so, yeah, i started going to the gym last week. i've been maybe 4 times now. i don't hurt too much yet. i can't be bothered writing anything. here's something funny and sort of relevant though. go on. read it.
in other news, i hate my job and want to walk out but i'm too responsible. but not so responsible that i can hold my tongue when a customer is being a right cow. i escalated a situation tenfold yesterday by speaking my mind. oops. she's a regular pain in the arse, and i told her yesterday that maybe the problem was with her, not us. very inappropriate and i regretted it almost immediately as i realised i'd just made things worse for my workmates. doh.
aah well, fuck the lot of them.
i wrote a letter to vanessa the other day and i don't think she's going to get it. piss. and i'm all freaking out like about maybe moving north with girlie, committment. eek. eeeeek!

things i want right now:
a claw-foot bath filled with mango sorbet to recline in
a kiss
another holiday.

oh, in groundbreaking news, FruJu now do a feijoa/lime/guarana iceblock!