Situation Update

Another trimester begins tomorrow.

I'm quite excited. I usually am at the beginning of a trimester, when the courses and are shiny and disillusionment hasn't set in from the stress of assignments and the inevitable guilt and pressure that comes with falling behind in your readings. I remember in my first year I used to be really scared of tutorials after I missed one, because I simply struggled so much to catch up. Thankfully things are different three years on.

So everything is in place: I have my texts and done a great deal of pre-reading already. I've chosen what parliamentary sittings and select committees I want to attend. I've googled and wiki'd the contexts and backgrounds of many of the subjects I'm going to be studying. Burn out won't set in for at least another eight weeks.

Also, you'll be happy to read I've corrected my sleeping patterns for the most part, despite going to bed at 7am this morning.

I'm listening to the Horrors constantly. I just can't stop listening to them (which my last.fm betrays), with the occasional mix of the Cure's 'Just Like Heaven' for good measure. But Primary Colours is such a wonderful album. Unlike the Horrors earlier stuff, it's listenable.

I've bought a black hoody on ebay and discovered online stores of amazing clothing I simply cannot afford so..

... I've applied for more jobs.

I'm twenty-two in two weeks. I'm happy about this. I watched my brothers fly through their 20's and felt this sense of impending doom at the start of the year at the thought that these days of being young are certainly numbered. Twenty-one taught me that fear. Twenty-one was a fucking shit year. But twenty-two will not be. It will be better, as a certainty.

I drank with my friend Chris the other night. We invaded the school around the corner and abused some nearby trees. We insulted boys named Ben. I think we might have waked some babies. He's one of the most amazing people I know.

I left a note for my friend Stephen at Kohanga, complete with balloon man. One day, everyone will know balloon man as my calling card... in a good way. Not a Manson way.

I've embraced Karori as my home now. It's given me some wonderful night times. It's an oasis from the city. Although I'm still to see the mysterious pet sheep. I might set up some cameras.

I've attempted to curb the smoking, but with little success.

I bought a Louis Armstrong vinyl from Real Groovy for $3, and looked at gothic posters of girls in corsets holding swords and dead kittens and the kind. Combined with my recent obsession with the Cure and the Horrors, I'm wondering what this says about me.

I've felt my strong aversion to free market politics and consumerism return. It's very welcome. Personal debt levels combined with flat screen TV and iphone ownership in New Zealand suggest that the individual simply doesn't know how to spend their money, despite what the Libertarianz would have you believe.

And finally, I returned home to the Hutt last weekend. I spent time with my mum and my brother which was wonderful. I rented xbox games. I walked my doggy Flynn (who misses me apparently). I slept lots, and even studied a bit. I explored my old High School, and walked the same way home I used to every day for five years.

And then I returned to Karori... and listened to the Horrors.

It seems I enjoy the daytime as well.