Circling the doldrums, so I decide to plea.

/ Lisa

My Man Piece has only been gone a few hours, but already I am Sulky McSulkerson.

LAME.

<Enter rant here about not being able to get a job so I can move to Wellington and be with him and also how awesome it would be to have money again>

Also wanting to gorge myself on bad foods. I am already thinking of ordering Hells Pizza for dinner.

BAD REESA BAD.

I’ve already had McDonald’s – Bacon and Egg bagel – for breakfast (not to mention the plate of hashbrowns for lunch)

*decides to send out plea to any journalism organisations residing in Wellington*

Dear Media of Wellington,

I’m awesome. I write well and I want to move to Wellington.

Did I mention I’m TEH AWESOME.

Hire me, please.

Yours faithfully,

Reesa.

My descent into Hell…

/ Lisa / 1 Comment

Previously on A Day In The Life Of An Unemployed Journalist…

LolJKs.

I just thought that would be an interesting introduction. I haven’t written since Saturday, so I’ll catch up on a few things.

Here’s what you missed:

Sunday I woke up and Man Piece made me crepe/pancaky things. They weren’t thin enough for a crepe, but not thick enough for a pancake. Thus the double naming. We put lemon and sugar on them.

NOM NOM NOM.

I *might* just keep him around for a bit.

We got all packed up and got on the road back to Hell (if you haven’t caught on yet, Hell = Hastings. As in, my own personal one).

Four hours later we arrived in Hawke’s Bay. I even let Man Piece drive, mostly because I was so ridiculously tired and just wanted to close my eyes. Turns out that was possibly a bad idea.

He likes to push a few boundaries. He definitely pushed those of Chewy, getting the poor old rust bucket up to *cough*140*cough*

We had to go drop off some server thingys to one of Man Piece’s colleagues. In return for this, we got petrol paid for. Yay! *wavy hands*

For the rest of Sunday night, we just blobbed. We watched The Book of Eli, which I was told had a pretty awesome ending, and sure it was, but I expected more. I think I need to watch it again.

Monday, I did nothing. Actually I lie, I watched Letters to Juliet, which is mostly nothing. I didn’t really get out of bed until 4pm-ish.

I then went and met Man Piece at Te Pania Hotel, where we were staying the night.

Swanky. I should have swiped the soap.

We went for dinner at Lone Star. Where I had the unfortunate event of eating corn.

BLERG.

I was unaware that there was any in the chicken tortilla that I had ordered. Although the kahlua and mars bar cheesecake and lemon meringue pie made up for it.

The rest of the night involved occupying Man Piece enough so as not to turn back to his laptop.

He’s even named it Snagglepuff. We have a love/hate relationship.

Best version of the worst song.

/ Lisa

This has to be the best version of Rebecca Black’s Friday I have heard yet.

A vast improvement on the original.

One thing that I keep meaning to question: If she’s only 13, you kind of assume her friends are 13, so how are they driving?

I don’t know about anyone else, but when I was 13 I didn’t have too many 16-year-old friends. If I did, they wouldn’t have technically been mine, but my sister’s, as she would have been 15 and somehow I doubt any of them would have given me a ride. Whether it was in their front seat or their back seat.

Thanks to pointing this one out @KSegedin!

Bazzinga!

/ Lisa

Today was a weird day, I feel.

I didn’t want to get out of bed, but Man Piece made me.

Then we went to breakfast/lunch at Ti Kouka. It was nom nom nom, but places in Hastings do bigger meals for cheaper/the same price.

I R DISAPPOINT.

But what do I have to complain about? Man Piece was paying, not me.

Wandered back to #geekflat. Wandered probably isn’t the right terminology. More like I huffed and puffed and sweated my way up that fucking hill. I wish I had as much energy as Sheldon when he is in the ball pit jumping up and down, yelling ‘Bazzinga!’

Stupid hill is stupid.

I then watched Big Bang Theory – my achievement for the week – I have watched every episode there is available of it. Yeah… addicted.

Man Piece and I then went round to Man Piece’s parents place for dinner and to pick up Chewy, which struggled to start, but in the end he came through for me and his motor purred to life.

Good ol’ Chewy.

The rest of the night was spent on the couch watching stuff, like Black Swan – just why!? So confusing.

So utterly confusing.

And here we are. I’m tiord, so I think it is time for sleeeeeeeeps. I have to drive back to Hell tomorrow. Joy oh joy.

Couch day and a whole heap of musicals.

/ Lisa

I lay on the couch all day. I was feeling a tad ‘ew’. After the night before of drinking and walking and staying up late and lack of sleep.

It was officially a couch day.

I watched Big Bang Theory and pigged out on masses of food – Chicken bites, hashbrowns, muffin splits with PB&J and coke. Cannot forget the coke.

I did not put on proper clothes.

Clothes are overrated.

Then people started to turn up at #geekflat. Needless to say I was not presentable for company, but I didn’t care. I did not accommodate them with proper clothes.

People were gathering for #geekflat musical night.

Twas awesome.

We watched Rent, The Wizard of Oz and The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

I also ate an entire packet of those licorice chocolate logs and had a few more drinks.

Hair of the dog, etc.

I then went to sleep after people left, because yanno, it was 2am and all.