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[May. 13th, 2010|08:43 pm] |
I have been eating out of the same carton of Thai takeaway for nearly a week now, and it's still good. I'm impressed. For just ten dollars, I got almost a week's worth of meals. Well, that's not the whole truth, is it? I've gotten about four meals out of it, but between leftovers from the pizza place and going other places, I haven't really had to think about making anything for awhile.
It's still good, after six days, and it was huge. Not too bad, considering what I paid for it.
Though I know who to blame if my stomach starts acting up tomorrow, eh?
I'm not desperate for food or anything. Really, I mean it. I've got a decent bit of money and all that. But I've definitely learned how to stretch things like that, particularly since I'm a horrible cook, and I can't have Harri coming over all the time and making stuff for me, can I?
Oh, and Harri? My dad phoned the other day. He wished you a happy birthday, even though yours was months ago. I think he's mixed up March and May again. He's more than a week early to phone for my birthday, but at least he didn't miss it entirely like he did last year. |
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[Feb. 19th, 2010|08:56 am] |
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| | Black Bear Song || Black Bear | ] |
Things didn't really work out with Meg from work. Apparently her ex-boyfriend is back in the picture, and she decided she'd rather be with him. It's okay, I guess. We weren't really hitting it off too well outside of work. Well, from where I used to work. I finally quit the job at Madison Square Garden because they wouldn't let me be a roving salesperson, which was really what I wanted to do in the first place. Well, actually, I really just wanted to work at Galactic Pizza and not have to work a second job, but if I had to do a second one, the roving beer man was what I wanted to do.
We've been playing a few more gigs, which I like. Jack says he's trying to plan a bit of a summer tour, maybe, if Harri can be away from the restaurant for long. They'll have to be a few mini-tours so he can go-between. I don't really like to travel much, so that'll be good for me.
I've been watching the Winter Olympics nonstop since they started last weekend, except for when I've been working, which is a lot. So, maybe I should say I watch them when I can, often late into the night. I watched a bit of the snowboarding the other night. There are quite a few kiwi snowboarders, which I think is pretty cool. One of them, Juliane, is the cousin of one of my mates from school. I actually just realized there's this event called Skeleton, which is like the luge except face-first. I think out of all the sports you could do, that'd be the one I'd like the least. I'm not too keen on going down an ice tube face-first. They probably call it that because all that's left is your bones when you crash in a heap. |
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[Jan. 8th, 2010|09:54 am] |
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| | One Great City! || The Weakerthans | ] |
It's times like these when I wish I had a car instead of a moped. I can't say that I enjoy riding it through the nasty slush and snow in the city this time of year. But I've been offered more hours at Galactic Pizza, which is the job I really prefer. Maybe soon I won't have to work at Madison Square Garden anymore. I can't wait til that day comes.
Mostly because it's not a very fun job to begin with. When I was hired, I thought I was going to get to be the guy who roams around through the stands selling beer and other things during the basketball games. I was supposed to be trained for it, but that never happened. It's because of that, but also because I'm not getting along with my coworkers as well as I'd like. I guess when you go on a date with one of them, and even after a few dates you thought went pretty well if one goes not so well, then it makes it a bit weird when you two work together. And when she tells her friends less-than-flattering things about you as well. I guess that's how things at work get complicated.
Between you and me (which, I guess, is between me and... the entire internet. Erm.), I much prefer the job where I can dress up as a superhero. Even if I'm just a delivery person at my age. At least the costume is warm and brightly coloured. |
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[Nov. 19th, 2009|02:47 pm] |
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The thing I like most about the weather getting colder? It's not the holidays, if that's what you were thinking (what who was thinking? Who am I talking to? The great unknown persons of the internet?). Actually, I have this scarf. It's a long green, white, and blue striped scarf that I have to wrap about four times around my neck to keep out of the way when I'm on the scooter. But it's warm and it's just... nice. I tend to feel like a cartoon character when I wear it, though, because it's just not the kind of thing you see every day. People are always wearing earth tones and tie-dye or plaid... but giant striped scarves? They are exciting. Mine is exciting.
I really wish that maybe there were a winter-time alternative to the green spandex suits I wear when delivering pizzas for Galactic. They don't allow for much insulation, especially when I'm on the scooter and it's windy outside.
How ever did Superman keep from freezing when it was winter time?
Whew. I got through the whole update without having to mention my date. |
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[Oct. 21st, 2009|02:16 pm] |
I'm thinking of recycling the costume I bought a few years back for Halloween this year. Back when I was with Rachel, and she wanted to do one of those awful couples' costumes and dress up like Adam and Eve. I thought she was going to walk around in just a leafy bra, but she got this flesh-colored unitard with fake green leaves sewn into a bikini on top of it. And she carried an apple around. I should have done something similar, maybe, with the unitard thing. But instead I was just in a pair of dark green drawers with leaves all over them, carrying a rubber snake around my shoulders. Now that I think about it, I was one headset microphone away from being dressed as Britney Spears that year, I think.
That may have been the coldest Halloween on record.
But anyhow, I might just paint my body green and go as the Jolly Green Giant. Maybe I could even give away carrots or vegetables or something. It'd match my bass and I wouldn't have to wear any shoes. I guess if it gets too cold, I could always just sleep in the restaurant so I don't have to walk barefoot back to my flat. |
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[Aug. 26th, 2009|08:26 am] |
Blocked from Harri.
I feel like I've always had to lean on other people. I've never been able to do things for myself. I didn't do a very good job looking after my grandparents. I practically lived at Harri's after I left home. He was the one who always had to help me find jobs because I couldn't keep them on my own. And when we moved to New York, I found a job but not one that pays enough to let me keep the flat that I've lived in since we came here. Because it was affordable -- when there were two of us contributing to the rent.
I'm not trying to be stubborn. I'm not trying to be prideful. But I'm a bit tired of this starving artist thing, and I'm tired of feeling like I can't even support myself.
Harri has offered to have me come work at the restaurant. He wants to pay me to work for him. I'd be grateful for the money, and I love the restaurant. I'm there practically all the time when I'm not working or sleeping anyway. But I don't think it's wrong for me to be wary of putting myself into a situation where money might come between me and Harri. Once when we lived together, we had problems with the rent, because I'd lost my job (again). He could pay for my portion, but I just didn't like the feeling of owing him money. Even though I never let him pay for the pizzas that I bring him and Cassie. But that's different, because it's me.
I guess it comes down to getting a second job, or getting a smaller flat. I don't know which is more likely to happen. |
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[Aug. 23rd, 2009|09:56 pm] |
I may have gotten my hours cut at the pizza place. A lot. I'm not really sure why it happened, or what to do about it... but they just stopped putting me on the schedule during the week. I only work weekends now. Sometimes.
I guess that will save me some money on getting my costume dry cleaned.
Someone in my building told me that the food company that runs the concessions at Madison Square Garden was hiring, so maybe I'll look there to see if they need any help. I have food service experience not that I've held a job in that industry for longer than a week....
On a completely unrelated note, I had the greatest hot dog of my life this afternoon. In Chinatown? Is that a bit strange? |
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[Jul. 8th, 2009|06:21 pm] |
These two guys kept talking about 'tweets' on the bus this afternoon. Talking about how cool they were or where to get drugs or whatever. It sounded like maybe some kind of street slang or gang language. They sounded a bit moronic:
PERSON 1: "Did you get Dan's tweet?"
PERSON 2: "Yeah. I couldn't believe it. Total shit."
PERSON 1: "Becky's are better."
PERSON 2: "Becky is hilarious!"
You see what I mean? Complete gibberish. I'm fairly certain that maybe they were both on drugs. |
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[Jun. 15th, 2009|04:03 pm] |
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I don't want to rent out the other half of the flat, but I think I have to. I don't think that I'm making enough at Galactic Pizza to pay for both halves. My friend Rick made this really sweet poster for the shop, but my boss is too cheap to get them printed up to hang around town.
( Galactic Pizza: Saving The World One Pizza At A Time )
He doesn't have the money because he's just spent a ton of cash outfitting our store with a new theme. We've all got these neat home-made costumes we made ourselves and these funky electric scooters. I can't really afford to trade mine in for one of those, even if they are nice and environmentally-happy. But I did get a pretty cool costume made to deliver pizzas in. I have a photo, though it's a bit blurry. It was blown up from Rick's camera phone.
( A very dashing-looking Kiwi, to the rescue )
I dunno. Maybe I should try to find a job that pays better... but I really like this one a lot, and I think it might be the only thing I'm good at, besides music. Maybe I should get a second job or something? I don't know.
I guess I could always look for a flatmate. But I don't really want to. The other half is Harri's still. |
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[May. 25th, 2009|12:32 am] |
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I've been thirty-two for thirty-two minutes. Actually, can you really count as being older before the actual time of your birth? Because I was born at nearly eight o'clock at night, so maybe I'm still thirty-one for a few more hours then.
I was kind of excited because I thought that maybe thirty-two meant something in dog's years, but then remembered that dog's years are in sevens, not in eights. I never was very good at maths, and apparently another year's worth of experience hasn't improved that any.
I did get a coupon for a free ice cream on my birthday, though. That'll be worth it. And I don't have to work, since Galactic Pizza is closed for the Memorial Holiday. |
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[May. 16th, 2009|11:14 am] |
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My birthday's in just over a week. My dad thought it was yesterday, so he phoned me. My birthday is the 25th, not the 15th. It's never fallen on the 15th, not in (going on) thirty-two years. At least, not that I know of. I think maybe he forgot, because by this time today it's already tomorrow in New Zealand, so for him to have phoned me on the 15th, that day would have already passed. That makes things even better. But I don't really get bothered by the things my dad does anymore. Maybe in some ways, it's kind of nice that he's far away.
Has anyone else noticed that all of my entries lately have been a bit mopey, maybe? I'm trying to fix that. Actually, I wasn't moping about my dad just now. I was trying to say that I'm excited about my birthday. Because even though I'm an adult, I still get excited about days like that. Because there's only one of them in the whole year, you know?
Harri agreed (with much arm-twisting, obviously) to have my birthday party at the restaurant, which is no real suprise because I've done that for the past several years since it opened. There's going to be cake and music and other fun things. And I've decided to have a costume party, though I haven't quite decided the theme yet. Let me know if you want to come -- it's going to be a very exclusive, friends-only gig. The kind where we pretty much let everyone in. |
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[May. 11th, 2009|04:25 pm] |
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I've noticed that Mother's Day either makes people really sad or really happy. Everyone's either really thrilled to spend time with their mums, or they don't have any mums anymore, so they're kind of sad. Or, they're angry at their mums. It's just a lot of emotions all over the place.
Me? I guess I'd fall into the second category. I lost both of my mums. I count my mum and Harri's both as mine. Just in case anyone was imagining me being raised by two lesbians or something. I don't know what I'd think about that. It'd be normal, I suppose, if things had been that way from the start.
I don't really want to talk about Mother's Day anymore.
But last week, I got to drink beer and be on the radio. It was a lot more fun than I thought it would be. It was kind of neat -- I think there were a few more people at the restaurant gig we played this weekend. Maybe it was because of that? |
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[Apr. 27th, 2009|10:56 pm] |
Why is it that if you're not a car in New York, then you're practically invisible? Well, I'm not a car, and I don't know many people who are cars, but I ride a scooter and everyone tries to run me over. I'm glad I at least have the scooter and not a bike. At least I've got a motor so I can try to out run them. If I was on a bike like when I was a courier, I'd never stand a chance.
Before I got that job, I always thought that 'courier' meant 'currier' -- someone who makes or delivers curry. I don't know if that's even a word, but it makes me want a curry, and soon. I haven't been able to find a good one in New York, which means I'll have to try to make one again. And we all know how well that turned out last time. And by 'we all' I mean just me. |
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