Ani MollerZero content, 100% of the time

Very strangely, I dreamt about you last night. I know we haven’t seen each other or spoken in at least seven years, but there you were, in my dream. I was picking you up from the train station, and you had three bags. I was picking you up to bring you to my flatwarming party.

I am actually having a flatwarming tonight, but I have no idea where you are or even if you are still alive. I contemplated trying to get in contact with you, but the only place I could start would be your mum who I never met and only know that she lives/lived in Palmerston North. If you ever read this, which you probably won’t, email me!

Update: I have now called every Henderson in Palmerston North in the Whitepages. I guess she doesn’t live there anymore or has a different last name. I also tried to find the postcard you sent me from the Gathering in 2000 to perhaps find a clue as to where I might start to find you, but it has disappeared. I carried that postcard all around the world with me and now it’s gone. I wonder if this is a sign. I have a bad feeling that you died a few years ago. I really hope you didn’t. Stacy Henderson from CIT, where are you?

I love it when I’m sitting on my balcony and suddenly everything goes quiet. No traffic, no people – just ambient noise. It makes me feel like I’m the only person left in the world.

I got a new 30GB video iPod for my birthday. It’s fucking awesome. Thanks P!

I know it was my birthday in January, but now that I’m back in Wellington, I have been using my iPod almost every day. It has taken this long to fully appreciate the awesomeness that is my new shiny white gadget. It plays music! It plays video! It has all my photos from 2006 on it! It has all my contacts! It has my calendar! It has notes on it! And most of all, it makes me look like a rich git when I take it out on the street because they are almost $600 – the price I paid for my first car.

I have my iPod in a nice dock attached to my “docking station” for my iBook. I have nice semi-in-ear Sony earbuds that are the first earbuds to ever not fall out of my little ear holes, which also come in a little wind up case to slip into my bag. I’m also surprised at the battery life. It’s much better than my old second generation iPod, which only had 10GB of space and a single-colour screen.

I listen to music on my way into town, and at my random temp jobs. I listen to it when I’m in the car. Sometimes when I’m at a café, I might watch the best music video ever or Aeon Flux cartoons. It is the best thing ever.

On a side note: I’ve been listening to some new music which I recommend. Teddy Thompson (English guy) and Bernard Fanning (Australian guy) are nice acousticy alt-country. Morningwood is awesome pop-rocktastic that I am addicted to. And my friend David Loop who has made a bunch of nice mixes. I don’t have the links but hopefully he will post them here for me!

Somehow I have wrangled myself in for this, which is a shame seeing how I don’t actually want to be on TV. How embarrassing.

Before I left New Zealand, I gave my computer to my parents. Apparently the power supply failed so my parents took it in to be fixed. Over one year ago. I thought I’d be nice and call the guy and try to get it back, but I got the same runaround as my parents. So being the helpful daughter I am, I called the Citizens Advice Bureau for some information. It turns out he is well-known for being completely dodgy and that a consumer programme called Fair Go were planning on doing a story about him. So of course, I emailed them to let them know that there was another person he’d ripped off and now they are coming round with a camera on Thursday and my parents want nothing to do with it.

Fuck you, PC 2000 Plus from Upper Hutt. Why are you making me do this?!

So far I’ve written one paragraph and it involves the phrase, “I’d love to fuck someone’s mouth.” I don’t know where this is heading.

That is all.

I absolutely abhor shoe shopping.

I hate it because I have the narrowest feet in the world. I usually walk into shoe stores, look at the width of the shoes and leave. Sometimes I think one looks like it might fit so I try it on. 19 times out of 20, it won’t. This is because not only do I have really narrow feet, but my second toe is longer than my big toe. This means I can’t wear open-toed shoes because my second toe hangs off the end. Like by one centimetre. And on my left foot I have some bung toes which I may have broken when I was younger. One of them is curled under itself and the last joint is fused like that. This joint usually rubs on my shoes and is often red and painful. Ouch. Adding to this, I also can’t walk in high heels. I literally look like a bad transvestite because I am incapable of walking properly. Apparently I swagger when I walk, like a sailor man from yesteryear.

So let me recap. I can’t wear high heels, I can’t wear normal-to-wide widths, I can’t wear tight or pointy toes, and I can’t wear strappy or open-toed shoes. That doesn’t leave much.

Wellington also has the worst shoe stores in the world. The stores all seem to have the same boring stuff. I can’t find any places that sell brands I am familiar with like Kenneth Cole, Diesel, Kurt Geiger, or Guess. There’s no Jimmy Choos or Christian Louboutins. It’s just a few random and plain Spanish or Italian shoes for old ladies who work in offices, wide-fitting brands I’ve never heard of, Kumfs, and sneakers. Even the “fanciest” department store hadn’t even heard of Kenneth Cole. What the hell. This sucks. For this reason alone I would consider visiting Manchester again.

I’m really, really enjoying being back in Wellington. The vibe is so awesome here. I’ve not felt this positive about anywhere I’ve lived in a long time. Especially not in the past five years.

I love that the ocean is right there, and if I’m in town I can just walk to the harbour and eat lunch or get a coffee. I love driving around the hilly streets and the bays. I love getting coffee at Offbeat or Plum of Cuba. I love all the new bars and restaurants, especially Good Luck, Havana, and Chow. I love all the little areas in town to chill out at, and how friendly everyone is. And most of all I love chilling out on my balcony.

So. Here I am back in New Zealand. I’ve been here for about five weeks now. Feels like ages. We got a great apartment – I might have said this before, I don’t remember. But it’s close to town, has a great balcony with a great view (although not as great as my friend’s house overlooking two sides of the Wellington Harbour which is also a fucking mansion because he got rich off the internet), two bedrooms upstairs, a decent living area, nicely laid out kitchen, oh, and it also has a garage, and we bought a projector instead of a television and fuck me it rules so hard watching Lost at six feet wide. Anyway, so we also got a car, but now that I type this I’m sure I’ve said this before.

I haven’t got a job. I’ve registered at a few employment agencies and am now temping at IBM for the next week. I am drawing installers’ diagrams of rack setups and maps of comms. rooms into Visio. It’s actually not that bad though, because I haven’t used Visio but it’s not that dissimilar to any other Microsoft program. I like playing with new software.

I had an interview yesterday for a position I actually rather wanted but I found out today they gave it another person. Bummed.

Right now it is after midnight on Friday night and I am sitting on my balcony, smoking a cigarette and drinking green tea, and watching the yellow moon sink below the Kelburn hill. I’m listening to the sound of the wind and traffic and annoying boy racers. Pea is playing Counter-Strike (XP on the Mac Mini media centre, yee-op!) and Goblin is sleeping.

Wow, I really had to stop and figure out how to spell “centre”. America has ruined my brain. It is devoid of knowledge. Aiieee!