The people under the following cuts are important to me..

( My mum. ) ( My dad ) ( My little sister, Alice ) ( My big brother, Anthony ) ( My cousins Michelle and Leslie ) ( Jarran. My boy friend ) ( Katrina, Jarran's mum, Juelz, his Niece. Cain, his cousin's son and Tanya his Auntie (Cain's grandmother) ) ( The people who took year 1 of my Degree with me! ) ( Some of my friends )

Reply to this post and I'll tell you approximatly three things I like about you. Then (optionally) repost to your own journal and spread the cheer.

NICKELBACK WAS AWESOME!!!!! I'm going to make a youtube vid with what I have but it won't be brilliant coz I'd have to buy a video editor to do that :(







Follow me on daily booth for goodness sake!
http://dailybooth.com/u/zf64

Nickelback next Saturday!!! =D

I'm thinking of searching through the second hand stores in Manukau for a dress and shoes and then buying a jacket from one of the many Asian Goods stores around where I live. Fun times. Then I'll be susssed. Warm and sussed. I've also asked my grandparents if they can come and get me if the concert ends after the busses stop, cool I know =D :P

Now I just hope my replacement Credit Card gets to me on time, my drivers license made it, now to wait anxiously for the card - it prooves I bought it and what card I bought it with.

See yah!

At and asian goods store. More commonly refered to as a "$2 store" except this one had everything, beds, fabric, upholstry, clothing, toys, stationary etc etc.
I hated it.
Killed the old high arches and I SUCK and going into a very messy, cluttered and full basement to find shit.
I just hate finding stuff in general. All the time, any time. If it's lost, it's lost.

I found out recently that my default user icon was a House quote.
I fangirl **squeeed** and buggered off to www.imdb.com to find out exactly what was said in the scene =D epic win

Anyway.
Tyreece has a problem with authority. And not to mention he asks ME to do shit for him all the time.
Hello? You have mum! And a Dad! And a Grandmother! Yes I understand they're either too messed up in their own shit to give a damn or they're just too damn lazy but do you realise how annoying you are?
AND YOUR CONSTANTLY HUNGRY! AND THE HOUSE NEVER HAS ANY FOOD!!!!
It's easier to blame a five year old you see.

If I do go to Mangere mountain or one tree hill I'm only taking Juelz. He would just whine whine whine. Bossy bossy bossy.
I know it's horrible but I'm not ready to be responcible for a kid who can talk LOL.

I also am never ever going to do a job where I have to conduct phone surveys. I'm pretending to do it at course and it's just irritating. I don't have the motivation. Stoopid Niccole and Natasja are ahead of me GAAAH!!

Everyday :P
When I feel like giving my cat a pat, she doesn't want one, when I'm getting ready for Tech she's totally engrossed in me and rolling around in my clothes.

Not to mentions she beats me.
All the time :P
With her nails :P
She ripped my stockings last week.
Bitch :P

But I would rather have a crazy cat. Borring cats are borring =D

Question should be "what is the funniest"

preparation for a school trip BY Mr Marsh
"Behaive at all times! If you get caught doing something you shouldn't be doing by someone other than a Tangaroa College teacher, put your hand over your school emblem and say, "I go to Papatoetoe Highschool!"

LOLOLOLOL!!

Yes =D I am. Both of them, actually, which is helarious because I get along with them better than they get along with each other. haha.

My Birthday party =D
lol.

Cleaning I guess, especially toilets and puke :P but maybe doing something over and over and over and over? Tedious shit.

I went to see the vampires Donate Blood people in their bat cave Manukau on Monday.

I dripping wet when I got there LOL I filled out their forms (No I'm not a prostitute and I don't have HIV or any other infectious disease that effects the blood and no I wasn't in England or any other neighboring country during the Mad Cow epidemic). I was then taken into a small room with a desk and a lady talked about things above that I do not suffer from she then violently stabbed my finger pricked my finger to smell my blood test it for Iron something-or-rather then she gave me three laminated sheets of information that is important for people to read before the vampires suck your blood you donate. One of them was the possible side effects, which I didn't think I would suffer from. I tried the electric scales in that room as well (obviously for people who may not weigh enough) because my mums ones are old and lie to me :P but these scales were even more offensive, they said "Err!" twice so I swore at it then left to find my self a spare vampire changing bed donating bed, the a different lady told me how to get up. She used a pump thing to tighten around my arm while I squeezed a rather tough red blood drop toy thing, she then started to prod at my arm looking for veins, she then shook her head and took her little table to my right side and did the same thing, she asked if I'd eaten anything recently, I said, "I had breakfast!" (truthfully I'm almost always dehydrated :P I did have Wheet Bix though). She gave up and decided on my right arm anyway, then I saw the vampire teeth needle! I had no idea they were that thick/large. I'm not afraid of needles but this thing? it was about 2mm thick. I thought to myself, "I sure hope thats the needle that goes in the back of a smaller needle" but it wasn't. The needle only hurt for a second and it was a tiny pain throughout the whole thing, the neat part was then how my blood just squirted all over the vampire went shooting through the tube and into a bag and the ladies trolley/table thing. The bag was rocking on a tray thing, the lady said it was to stop it from clotting and drying up and stuff.

There was an old guy who'd started after me and was on my left, he had two daughters with him, they weren't interested in giving blood but didn't mind walking around and helping them selves to stickers. They went outside to smoke and I thought, if they had given blood they wouldn't have been allowed to smoke for an hour afterward. I lol'd.
I had been told to continue squeezing the red toy, I'm not very strong so it wasn't doing much, the old guy on the other hand was squeezing the life out of it.
My machine beeped and the Indian guy stopped what ever he needed to stop and pulled the needle out. He had already made me a hot chocolate and I went to have a seat where the hot chocolate and free biscuits were :P I was 3/4 of my way through a chocolate biscuit when I started to feel a little nauseous, I then remembered the side effect thing I had read and queue panic attack I was able to hide it from the ladies for a couple of minutes but the lady at the front desk asked me if I was alright and the tears started (lol, it's funny now by the way) and I told them I was nauseous. They jumped up, one grabbed a tea towel from the mini kitchen directly to my right and the other went to get a towel/blanket thing and a vomit bag. I got over the panic attack and half way through the tears when I told them I didn't think I wasn't going to spew I just felt like it (because there is a difference!) :P. They moved my hot chocolate and threw away the rest of the biscuit and replaced it with a cup of water which I drank happily (the things I'd read said keeping hydrated was important for blood replenishing) the nausea calmed down and the blanket/towel and vomit bag were removed. I put my cardy back on because I was cold.
Through out the whole episode the two ladies (who were old-ish) kept telling me how well I was doing because it was my first time, they kind of treated me like a child, lol. Then Craig, the guy who had called me, showed up, they asked me how I got here, I bussed and walked and that was my plan to get home until I lost all my energy. Craig said he'd take me when I was feeling better.
I drank my hot chocolate and had a chocolate free biscuit. The old guy and his two daughters were sitting across from me, one of them pulled something out of his little blood donator bag and said, as if she'd read it off the thing she'd just pulled out, "You've donated one hundred times??" the old guy nodded calmly like it was no big feat. I couldn't see what the thing was but I want one :P.
I got a free pen and lots of little brochures about how happy they are that I gave blood and how I could save a minimum of three lives. There was also a voucher in it saying, "this voucher entitles you to a free key chain the second time you give blood". It even has your blood type on it =D
I read somethings on the kitchen bench wall about where blood goes after it's been sucked out of you. There were also four profiles on the wall about people who had received bone marrow transplants. One boy, a year younger than me, had died because there had been none suitable to his type.
I started to get my stuff ready and nodded to Craig that I was ready to go.
We went in a van that had "NZBlood" written on the side :P.
He told me that my blood, because of it's type (O-. No blood proteins and no Rhesus factor) was given to babies and that my blood would be split into eight. He didn't say it, but when I got home I started to gloat that I saved eight babies :P LOL. I felt tired for the rest of the day. Thats it! My arm has a little red dot on it but doesn't hurt, my finger still hurts though :P that little stab is so funny.

Check out this website to find out how important your blood typed is

I volunteer at a Kindy :P but thats cheating because I need a centre to volunteer/work at for study purposes. I think it still counts :P
I don't donate like rich people do, or suckered people do. I donate when there's something I get in return :P (which I know sounds horrible but you shall see). One time I was in line at The Warehouse, the cashier asked the lady in front of me if she'd like to buy a $3 pen, she said no and paid with a credit card. I was on budget, but like usual at The Warehouse, things were cheaper than I'd thought, Cashier asked me the same question **cue thoughtful look** yeah ok! I said. I can't remember where the money I just pulled the pen out now. The money went to the Metal Health Association. The most recent was Jarrans money - my choice. six wrist bands for $2 to support YouthLine. =D
Stuff like that :)

She no longer exists on my LJ but Bonnie was my only LJ friend for ages. I didn't know how to find people on LJ. Then I advertised myself in a com and I met a_single_hand previously citylightsxx, evryhrtbt previously djador and fuzzy_mushr00m. After them it would be the Kiwi's I found on an Aucklander community pancreatic (forgot your old username :P) and I think puff_static.


Actually, everyone listed above I found when I had the spambat account. After that, Colitis.
The person I've known the longest for any reason is Michelle because she's my cousin. LOL. If you feel you've been left out it's probably because
a) You don't post/comment enough
b) I have a bad memory because of A :P
c) Your new, but I still wuv you :P

Friends listed have been friends for YEARS. it was 2006 when I got my first LJ.... Most people listed have been added since early 2007. =D Gosh were old.

Oh man I fucking hate blocked noses soooo baaaad. I need nasal spray!! Badly! How will I be able to sleep?? We shall see.

Oh, and fuck you dreams for giving me a very real dream about kissing Jarran. I hate you.

I wonder if you've seen the episode of Ghost Whisperer where she sees a ghost in a game, then he (phoenix) comes out of the game etc and he turns out to be Cydonia's Dad etc ? We'll Cydonia says it right: People are more interesting online, they're barriers come down, they're more "themselves". I'm more ME online. More honest. More ranty too :P

I would ask Tigger a few questions actually:
1)Is it better living here with my mum and her cat Poison whom you've forced to be your new best friend?
2)Do you miss Juelz?
3)Do you still see me as your owner/mum/the one person in this house hold that loves you the most?
4)Why do you have such awesome markings?
5) How on earth can you eat so much and still be so small? Cats should be fat!
6) How long, do you think, until you stop being so playful? I'm like a little old lady that just can't play with cats - too chicken. Tigger has some srsly shar CLAWS.
7) Your purty.

Yeah I totally wish I could speak to Tigger and be understood.