Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Two-timing Bitch

So. Philip just told me he doesn't want to see me anymore. He said there are no bad feelings, but I feel like that is impossible. He broke it off with me because I slept with Abhi. They are friends, but i have never hung out with the 2 of them together. I guess that makes me a two-timing bitch. We had an open relationship, and Philip knew I was seeing other people. I wasn't sleeping with him or anything but we had good times together. I am mostly sad because I lost a friend. It is so hard to keep people in my life here sometimes because I want everyone to be so close to me, since I don't have family or close friends here and if I do, they are very sparse. It is kind of sad. I broke things off with Abhi last week but we are still friends. I can just imagine what that lot says about me behind my back. I suppose I deserve it. I have been a bit of a slut. I mean, I like having friends with benefits. Its hard to know where to draw the line sometimes. Obviously if things were going anywhere with Phil, I would not feel the urge to sleep with other people, so maybe this is for the best. But part of me wishes I never got that close with him in the first place, so that he wouldn't be hurt. Luckily I still have Frankie, who I actually am really into. She is the reason why I stopped sleeping with Abhi. I met a new guy this weekend in New Plymouth, Matt. Well see where this one goes. I only have a month left...how much more damage can I do? I am just awful at the dating game. I think I need to cool off for a while.

Monday, September 12, 2011

Rugby World Cup!

This weekend was great. I went down to New Plymouth with Kim for the rugby world cup game USA vs. Ireland. We knew USA was going to lose, but we had an amazing time anyway! Kim doesn't drive so I got to, which I kind of like here.
The drive down there was nice, we stopped in Raglan and hit up the beach and got some lunch. We picked up a hitch hiker who needed to get to the beach in Raglan. I have never done that before. Some German dude. It felt cool picking up a hitch hiker haha.
Then we had a bit of a sing along with Queen and Disney songs, since we didn't get any radio stations at one point. We finally got to New Plymouth and I was faced with my first couch surfing experience. HOLY SHIT-there was no couch..we got this gorgeous guest bedroom in this beautiful house on the water. The guy we stayed with supplied us with food and towels and he had a sauna and a hot tub. I was so spoiled...any couch surfing experience I have in the future cannot compare to this!
On Sunday morning, Kim and I went to a 911 church service with the USA rugby team. It was so cool to see those hotties up close. Later on we went to the game, face painted and all. I shouted and drank my ass off. USA lost, but we had an awesome time. The atmosphere was fantastic.
We met a group of guys from Galway, and a couple of guys from NZ and partied with them. It was a great dat/night. We headed home yesterday, giving Kim's Irish flatties a ride back to Auckland, stopping at an organic brewery on the way. All in all a great weekend. It was so nice to get out of Auckland for a bit.
This week or next will probably be my last week of work. I am excited because that means I will be traveling a bit soon!
October 14 I am headed to the south island for a Stray tour then I come back up to Auckland on the 25th (or something) for about a week and then I head to Melbourne Nov 2nd - 8th, and then on the 10th I go to Vancouver until the 14th! Then home! I am so very lucky my life is so eventful. However, for the next month I will be hanging out here...tying up loose ends and hanging out with some of the amazing people I met here. My time in Auckland is almost up. Its been a good run, but I am ready to get the hell out of here!

Cheers mateys!

Sunday, September 4, 2011


Things have been going well. Work is good...but a bit boring, however I get plenty of free time. Yoga has been helping me keep my balance, however I have been binging on the weekends. Even though I have things to do here sometimes...I am bored. The highlights of many of my days are hanging my laundry on the line or doing stoned yoga. I am looking forward to coming home, but have been meeting a bunch of cool new people to hang out with. I am continuing to grow and learn more culturally than ever before, that's for sure. However, my day-to-day seems a bit slower. I suppose anywhere compared to NY would seem slower. I think I could really use a pep in my step and a full agenda...just for a little while...

Friday, August 26, 2011

Gym dancing.

Lately I have been getting really into Zumba. My biggest gripe at my gym is when, in certain songs, there is "freestyle" or "dance with a partner" time and I am always so sweaty and gross and don't want to touch anyone else's sweat. Today someone near me AND the instructor came up to dance with me, and I had to dance with them. I felt bad for them that I was all drippy..oh well. Haha.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Identity Crisis.

Ok. So i have been recently asking myself "What am I doing here?" Don't get me wrong. I have gotten more than i could ever ask for; a stable income, the opportunity to grow in the area that I want to, a great flat, some great friends...but I just had a meeting with one of my potential advisers who asked me why I want to study what I want to study and I had a hard time answering. I guess I never really thought about it. DTCA have always gotten me riled up because they play a personal role in my life, but there is something deeper that I haven't quite figured out. Everything seems so black and white - big pharma=bad, doctors=good. He asked me if maybe I would be better off studying my topic in pharmacy or media studies. I feel as if my whole adult life I have strived toward being a sociologist. It has always been the one thing I am sure that I will want to do forever. Lately, I have felt inadequate and out of place. I feel as if I am trying so hard to collect, interpret and digest data, just to have my topic changed to find more information to collect and interpret, to just go back to the first stuff I had originally thought I would use. Its like waking up and trying on 10 outfits before realizing not even the first one was alright. On top of all this, I need a creative outlet. I don't feel much like myself. I am buying a guitar next week/maybe tomorrow. that should help. I am starting to think that if I study media, I am better off doing it in the good ol' USA, or at least canada. Part of me wants to change my topic entirely. Or maybe I need to take some time off from applying for a PhD and teach at Briarcliffe and Dowling. At least I know I can do those things and I felt like I was growing a lot as a teacher there. I just feel like I want to study something else, maybe. Maybe this whole DTC thing should just be dropped and I should come up with something less interesting to soak my brain in. Maybe this is just a whole learning process. Maybe i should just accept defeat and move on. I really just don't know anymore.

Monday, April 11, 2011


I have been so bored lately. Work is not going as fast as I would like and I feel like much of my work is becoming redundant. I really like it here, but I am questioning staying. It would be nice to not have to sell my car. I think I found a new appreciation for home, but I am not quite sure it is where I would like to live. I really would like to go away for my doctorate. I am just not so sure here or now are the time and place. I keep having to rewrite my proposal. It is so frustrating thinking about starting again at square one. I am beginning to lose hope. I know it will be difficult to come back here after my trip home in June/July. I am starting to wonder if maybe my time here is almost up. I just feel like getting a doctorate is the next step. I want it so bad, but lately I have been questioning myself a lot. Maybe I am not ready for it. Maybe I should just teach for a few more years or maybe I should just do what I am doing here somewhere else, get more experience and then reapply to schools in the states. I feel lazy and I don't believe its all my fault. Ugh. I just want this feeling to go away.

Sunday, March 13, 2011


I am headed for the busiest week of my life. I move on Thursday. I am going to see MGMT Thursday night and I go to Welly Fri- Sun.

My lecture kinda sucked today. I am not so happy about that. Next weeks hasto be kick ass but i don't have nearly enough time to learn all the things I am supposed to know already. this is really scary and frustrating. I wish I could have someone else teach next week's class for me. Crap. I am pretty sure the cat is out of the bag as of today and that my students know I don't know as much about the topic as i should. Gah. Well...they can't expect me to be some genius, even though that would be ideal. I have never taught this class before OR 200 people. This is the hardest thing I have ever done. Definitely.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Let me sleep some more.

I have been having really weird dreams lately, but what else is new. I just had a really intense Tony moment and I felt an urge to write him a letter.

Dear Tony,

I can't say that I miss you because I can't picture you in my life anymore, since you have been gone for so long. I see similar qualities of yours in other people and find them autamatically endearing. I miss the safety I felt in your bedroom and the candid conversations we used to have. I miss that closeness you feel when you're with someone who has been friends though what you think of as the toughest years of your life. I think you would be proud of me. You probably didn't see my life as turning out like this. I wonder what you would be doing if you were alive. I hope you would still create art, perhaps get into graphic design or marketing. I just listened to dream to make believe and imagined I was in your bed with lauren and alex. I used to feel so safe then. Not that I don't feel safe now, its just...so different, who I am now. Then, I needed other people to make me feel safe. I think I have found safety within myself now. I have a lot more faith in me. It isn't good or bad, its just...different, I suppose. I really wish we could have continued growing up together. Perhaps in another life we can be close like we used to be. You were like a little ball of laughter and sass that made even the most awkward situations feel like home. I miss your spunky style, the way you were always reinventing yourself and your creativity. You were friends with so many people of so many different genres. I think we had that in common. I know that I am like you were in many ways and I am thankful that you influenced my life (minus giving me my first cigarette). I wish we could stay up all night and drive around listening to music. I would wish for that if I ever met a genie. You have forever made a mark on my heart. Thank you for being my guardian angel. I love you forever.


Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Who am I?

I used to play this game a lot at home, where you take an index card or a small piece of paper and write the name of some famous or familiar person or character on it and stick it to someone elses forehead. You do this in a group and everyone has to ask yes or no questions in a circle, until they get a 'no'. You win by guessing your person/character first. Lately, I have been wondering who I am. It is so hard to see yourself through the eyes of another. So why am I so obsessed with always trying to?

Cooley's "looking glass self" is a psychological method where we try to see ourselves as others in our current social setting see us. We then act according to what they think of us. This is how I believe I have lived much of my life. This is a terrible way to attempt to learn about yourself, if you ask me. I really need to stop trying to live up to other people's standards of me. I know that at the end of the day I am alone, and at the end of life, we all die alone. This is a solitary journey where the meanings in my life are what I make them. I am not saying this in a depressing way, just a realistic one.

I mean, you can have your family and close friends who actually know you, but all the acquaintances you meet along the way are mostly tools. Tools to help you realize things about yourself, tools to teach you about the world, tools to help you appreciate what you have. You can be a tool for them to help them learn about themselves as well. I hope that I am a good tool.

RJ helped me realize something last night. He played therapist and made me realize that I need talk therapy more than I know. I just want to be liked. I can't let go of Cooley's looking glass self. I want people to think I am smart and witty, but I don't think I am smart or witty. I want people to think I am stylish, but I don't think I am stylish (sometimes). I want people to think they can tell me anything and be open with me, but I know I am not the most trustworthy person. I have a lot of conflicting ideas about myself and what I want others to see in me. I am a contradiction. I am still trying to figure out why this is. I cover it all up really well.

"Look at me, oh look at me, is this the way I've always been?"

It has been a really eventful week, I suppose. Monday I lectured my first class at Uni. I felt like I totally choked and forgot all my big girl words. It was like a nightmare. I am sure it didn't go as bad as I thought it did, but at the time, I had the worst dry mouth, was sweaty as hell and fidgeting like no other. I realize that I didn't prep as much as I should have. I spent all my free time playing Cityville on facebook and watching romantic comedies. This is not the way to prepare for a lecture in front of almost 200 people.

Sometimes I need a kick in the ass or for something really embarrassing to happen in order to make a change in my life. Monday night after class, I ran into Louise on the street and made her come get a happy hour drink with me. I needed to forget how horrible i thought it went. All of the reflecting that I was doing was exacerbated by drinking, and my medications made me want to drink more. Finally, after about 4 glasses of wine and 2 bottles of bubbly, I spewed all over Jamses' bed and floor.

I had remembered in February thinking about taking a 2 week break from alcohol. This seemed like the right time to do it. So, Starting on the first of March (Tuesday) I decided to give up drinking for 2 weeks. This is a challenge. I don't think I have gone without a drink for 2 weeks since I was 20. I realize that I depend on it a lot to forget about things that I worry about, but I think in reality it perpetuates my worries because I worry that I need a drink all the time and drinks cost money which I don't have. Yeah, my life may be slightly less eventful for a little while, but at least I will remember what is going on. I do remember, back before I became dependent on alcohol, that things meant a lot more.

I am actually hoping that this 2 weeks teaches me something, that I don't need to drink as much as I thought I did, and that I don't have to drink at every social event, and that I can be fun and social without alcohol.

If I don't drink as much, then eventually I think I will give up smoking, since the time when I am most inclined to smoke is when I am drinking. I think this will be a turning point in my life. I need to see things clearer, to know where I am going. Because I know where I am going is great, and I don't want to miss my exit and get lost in the haze.