Day Two Hundred and Thirty Six

Totally worth it. Also, now that something else happened, I am now only stressed about finding a place for next year.
Ideally, I would want to remain in the South Island. But as I have realised, he lost the right to be considered in my plans for my future when he chose Christchurch. As he said, ironically, this entire whatever-you-call-this-arrangement is going better than a long distance relationship. The question is, if I am based in the North Island next year, what will happen?
Either he realises that he can live without me or he can't.

Day Two Hundred and Thirty Four and Thirty Five

Six hours helping him do ethics? Completely and utterly worth it.

Day Two Hundred and Thirty Three

Baby, you've got the sort of hands to rip me apart
And baby, you've got the sort of face to start this old heart
But your eyes are warning me this early morning
That my love's too big for you my love

Baby, you've got the sort of laugh that waters me
And makes me grow tall and strong and proud and flattens me
I find you stunning, but you are running me down
My love's too big for you my love
My love's too big for you my love

And if I was stronger then I would tell you no
And if I was stronger then I will leave this show
And if I was stronger then I would up and go
But here I am and here we go again

Baby, you've got the sort of eyes that tell me tales
That your sort of mouth just will not say, the truth impales
That you don't need me, but you won't leave me
My love's too big for you my love
My love's too big for you my love

And if I was stronger then I would tell you no
And if I was stronger then I will leave this show
And if I was stronger then I would up and go
But here I am and here we go again

Tell me what to do, to take away the you

And if I was stronger then I would tell you no.
And if I was stronger then I will leave this show
And if I was stronger then I would up and go
But here I am and here we go again

- 'Sort Of' - Ingrid Michaelson

p.s. people in Wellington should harden the fuck up over a minor jolt.

Day Two Hundred and Thirty Two

Screw this shit. I'm so over it all. At this rate, I'd be better off becoming a friggin housewife.

Day Two Hundred and Thirty One

That was fairly interesting.
Also development/reminder: FLOWERS for GRADUATION.

Day Two Hundred and Thirty

Go on; make a promise that you have no intention of keeping.

Day Two Hundred and Twenty Nine

This bemuses me greatly:
So I did my placement at a pharmacy. They volunteered their time for a week to have a useless extern trundle along and wreck havoc. By the end of the placement, they give said extern a voucher for $60 at a bookstore.

Understand my confusion?