2005-11-21 - 10:01 a.m.
Okay so things have calmed down a bit since my last spectacular entry, even if we are hurtling towards Christmas at a rate I truly can't keep up with. I still hate work, especially after coming back from a three week holiday to the most fantastic places on earth, and have calculated there are less than 12 weeks until I leave the place for good. I've enrolled for Uni, have been accepted into some very nice apartments as accommodation and am sorting out my somewhat scary student loan. Thank God I'm not studying to be a doctor, apparently some of those loans never get paid off...
Needless to say, the holiday was fantastic (and no, none of the planes crashed as my dreams had previously predicted). Unfortunately I was treated like a princess in Cyprus by my uncle and his servant Shoukot who attended to our every whim, which has left me a little more lazy and unmotivated! The whole experience was amazing though, and I am already dying to organise a trip to Dubai. Although with the amount of debt I'll be running up in the next three years, it's likely this won't happen until well after University.
Right now I'm looking out the window into the backyard and all I can see are diggers, trucks and a massive gaping hole in the ground. Apparently this is going to be a pool...looks like a warzone to me but nonetheless, a pool will apparently be there by the end of December. I don't believe these promises anymore. It's taken over two years just for this first part of the renovations on the house to start so I'm definitely not holding out for a completed deadline. I suppose it will be strange to come back from my Uni studies to a house where my room is gone. Apparently that's the next thing on the list, of course. Sarah's moving out, let's rid any trace of her completely...no I'm kidding, I know that's not what my parents think. In fact I'm sure there will be tears all around when I board the one way plane to Wellington.
ONE WAY. How fucking scary is that? I've never lived ANYWHERE except Christchurch. How will I get through my days without Hagley Park, or the glistening top of the cathedral, or the enveloping Port Hills so many struggled to climb over in search of a new life in 1850? Christchurch is a gorgeous place and I truly came to appreciate this after going to Athens. It was awful. Dirty and crowded, no gardens or trees...actually that's not entirely true, we did go to the botanic gardens one day but this was probably all the flora we saw during the three days we were there. But I couldn't help thinking how pretty and vibrant Christchurch is compared to places like Athens.
Also during our trip I actually grew to resent my grandmother, which is not good. In fact I would be happy to avoid her for the next six months, three weeks non-stop with her was enough to put me off for that long. The sugary syrupy tones that constantly drip off her tongue become patronising very quickly, her vagueness irritates me to the point of screaming (as we were heading for the Acropolis she asked if we were in Jordan, and then didn't even know what the bloody ruins were!! This woman has been to Africa and around the world!) and this tiny part of me has never quite been able to forgive her for being so cold to my now late grandfather.
It was the anniversary of his death while we were in Cyprus and on the day I actually had an awful nightmare involving his body rotting in front of my eyes. Of course, I couldn't discuss this with anyone because talking about Grandad is a no-go in front of precious Nana. I'd give ANYTHING for her to stop smoking too! She REEKS of the shit and when you share a room with her, the noises she makes while breathing not only keep you awake but make you feel ill. I then had to bring through 200 ciggies through Chirstchurch at duty free for her, as did Gemma, which I so did not approve of. Looking like a bloody smoker, cramming as many of the death sticks as we could in our luggage so she can get her fill. Urgh.
Also the shopping with her is IMPOSSIBLE. She dawdles for hours round junky crap shops, wastes her money on crap, offers to pay for EVERYTHING...and then when she realises her bags are going to weigh over the airline's limit of 20kg she expects me and Gemma to stuff her crap in OUR bags! Well I almost felt like saying fuck that when she brought this up. I wanted to shop too! I didn't want to have to leave room for Nana's trinkets of no value and sacrifice my shopping because she was dumb enough to buy shit she'll never use again.
ARGHH. Of course, her and mum had a MASSIVE fight when we got home. She had to stay with us another two nights and on the last day she cleaned the ENITRE house because the cleaner hadn't shown up by 11am. Me and Gemma desperately warned her, Mum doesn't like her running around cleaning the house. She moves stuff and does it wrong...anyway, we warned her, and by the time I got home at 9.15 that night they weren't speaking. Still aren't entirely speaking either.
But oh well. Now that I've vented I feel a little better. The fact that Gemma feels exactly the same doesn't make me feel like a total monster too. She also turned up to the races for Dad's birthday at the extreme last minute after vowing not to come, so I proceeded to get horrendously drunk in an effort to avoid her. That Lindauer Brut is awful, tastes so good and knocks me out sooo quick. I was stumbling out of the raceway with my Aunty Kay who was just as drunk as me, as she promised to keep an eye on me in Wellington when I move up there! It was fun, plus I didn't have to be sweet virginal good girl Sarah that I usually am in front of my grandmother. I was DRUNK. Maybe this will also make my nana realise that, good gracious, I'm 20 years old! And oh my God, I've been in a relationship nearly three years and I HAVE SEX. On a regular basis too! Shock horror! Plus I also have a tendency to bitch about things (as I am doing now) and I - gasp! - SWEAR!
WELL FUCK ME SIDEWAYS.
And that's my vent. Hope you enjoyed (I don't think anyone reads this, which is why it's pretty safe for me to go nuts!!!)
