Today I put the deposit down on a new flat. It's a dinky little one bedroomed/seperate kitchen/small lounge affair underneath a three bedroomed house which is also being rented out. It's not far from where I am living now and I move in on Saturday. It's all very smile inducing I must say. Another big life change in the Life of a Mish. (had my hair cut short last weekend too) I had quite a full on day yesterday actually. Spent the morning with *insert none-of-your-business-name here* and that was very nice. Then off to Lunch with Justin and Farrar and their friends, but because I am a rude bitch, I stayed at the Parade too long and was very very late for lunch, arg and it was Justin's birthday (i suck) but it was nice meeting his friends and it is always neat spending time with him. I really do miss him everyday. Then at home again and I felt like going out, so made Greg take me to the pub and to a movie. He doesn't like going out, let along going out with me. To compensate we went to a pub that was showing rugby and then to the movie Three Kings (I will do anything for company sometimes). After all that I was tired. Bone tired. Fell into bed and straight to sleep. Unfortunately not for as long as I would have liked. Greg woke me at around 2:45am and needed to be driven to the doctor. He has been having stomach pains on and off for about a month (apparently) but last night they were so severe that a trip to Accident and Emergency was called for. Three hours and a bunch of drugs later I was back in my bed at 5:30am and straight to sleep. Now I am knackered. I just hate broken sleeps. Not working today meant I could (maybe) catch up on some shut eye but alas, it was not to be. In case you missed the exciting news, Team New Zealand successfully defended the America's Cup 5-0 against Prada, Italy's entry, so now hold the Old Mug for another three years til the next challenge on the Hauraki Gulf. It rocked. Okay I know a lot of you think watching paint dry is probably more exciting than watching the yachting (or cricket for that matter - and as an aside, we beat Australia in the third of the One Day tests, but failed to win the series.. we have a new wicket keeper who has added lots of life to the game. Parore was just a spoiled brat and I am glad his pretty face and lazy style has gone. The wicket keeper needs to be active and full of life and energy, and Mr Nevin sure has that in truckloads.) but you are all wrong on both counts. Yachting rocks. It's exciting and interesting and technologically suped up and brings out the big money players. It's just so ultra glam and super groovy. I can't wait for three years to see what technological advances the Virtual Spectator software will use, their 3D graphics are stunning, just stunning. The voice over commentaries are informative, educational, and emotion packed. This sport stops this country in its tracks. As the Melbourne Cup stops Australia once a year.. each of the Defender's races for the America's Cup stopped our country. It's just a National Buzz. Very cool. So we had a tickertape parade down Queen Street. It was a lot quieter than when they brought the Cup home the first time, but no less emotional. The Italians led the Parade in traditional garb in the scortching heat. The carried large flags and stopped every few meters to give us a synchronised show. It was fabulous, yet sombre. We cheered and cheered Prada. They will be back again and we will be glad to have them. Then the Black Boat crew. Standing on the backs of Utes, four per vehicle, waving at the crowd all the way down the long street. First the helmsmen, and the smaller of the crew.. later on the big grinders and the meat of the boat.. followed in the center by Sir Peter Blake and the Cup.. the Money men came in behind with their clean white shirt pockets bright with a pair of red socks each. --------

Busy old weekend it has been. Started on Saturday morning with an early drive into the city to have my hair cut short. It looks great. I like my hair cut very much. I will biff a pic up soon for you to agree with me that it suits me very well. Popped over to see Sue in the afternoon and catch up on all her gossip. I haven't seen her very much lately so I got the low down on everything that's happening in her life and in the lives of those she knows. Then home to throw together a bread dip plate to take over to Mags' house for her 40th birthday party. That all went very well, even if a few people there knew me and I couldn't place them for all the tea in China. I felt good, and had a good night. I slept over there and came home around lunchtime. Sleeping in my clothes and feeling hungover, made for a very unattractive Mish this morning. But I have showered and dressed and although I don't feel great (mostly due to smoking rather than too much vodka) things are pretty damn nice today. I can feel work getting better.. or I am getting more used to it. John mentioned on Friday that he was thinking of putting me on the big Huntly Project full time, which would mean he would have to hire another person to do my job. He asked if Rachelle could give him a ring so wouldn't that be groovy. She's really keen and coming in at the end of the week to meet with John and then we will see what happens next. I bought some makeup yesterday. I really shouldn't have, because it was so expensive, but I did. Lipstick, mascara and powder. It's all lovely. I bought a chocolate plum lipstick that is dark and striking. Jacqui told me I should wear more colour on my lips, so that's what I did.. marched out and bought the chocolate plum for night and a clear gloss coral for day. She also growled me for wearing the same lipstick too often. She rocks. She's also very right most of the time so I do as I am told. I wore the darker shade last night and it just brighted up my skin tone and my eyes and I looked nice. --------

Today I actually had a good day at work. For those of you who don't realise, my new job has been proving to be less than I had imagined. Not the work, that's great - or will be - but today was okay. I miss the Web, that's a problem. Parts of the job are really good and some will be even better once I am 'trusted' and it's been proven often that I am not. I hate people who say one thing then do another. *scrunches one eye shut* February, 2000 OH dear.. I could moan and moan and MOAN about today.. but I won't.. because you just never know who's listening. Needless to say I read the Situations Vacant Adverts EVERYDAY. Did you like the transition thing as you entered this page today? what do you mean you missed it? reload and sit and watch the page load. DHTML rocks. Day Two of the Defense of the America's Cup. Prada had a SHOCKER of a race (apparently, I didnt see it all but thats part of why I am looking at want ads). They had to have a guy lifted off the boat after the weedwacker doohicky smacked a hole in his head.. blood all over Prada's side. They had a bag snagged on the hull so had to come to a full stop up the first leg to take care of that. They tried to pull it together but they were rattled. They lost Race Two. I don't think we want to win it that way, but its all about handling pressure isn't it? and team work. We rock. I am tired. I sleep and I sleep .. well 7 hours.. but wake up so tired I can't get up. I hope it's just some sort of seasonal weirdality and not that liver thingie flaring up again. Thats all I need. NOT. It was Mags' Birthday yesterday.. Jo's too. I phoned neither of them *eek* I kept forgetting. they understand how useless I am thank god. Mags is having a party not a party party on Saturday night. That'll be good cos I will get T O T A L L E D and I don't CARE how much work there is to do at work I am NOT WORKING SUNDAY this weekend *humpfs* I miss the Internet. I miss updating my page. I miss checking my mail. I miss Sander, I miss Freya, I miss Mike, I miss Adam, I miss Bob. arg. I need a proper job with people who live in the '90s arg. oops *L* i mean the 00's *L* oh god.. i am gonna go and cry myself to sleep now.. the truth is, I am miserable. --------