My Brand New Spanking Entry

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God, if you go back to the very beginning of this blog, I actually typed like that. How embarrassing, thank god I've managed to retain proper grammar and spelling skills since then. Although, I don't know how much everyone else has - I'm the unoffical proofreader for my floor and god, sometimes the things people have written makes me despair - kool, thru etc anyone?

Got back my first History essay, I got an A-, which I'm reasonably happy with I guess. I was one percent off a solid A, which sucks but going through the marker's bitchy and very mean comments before coming to the grade, I was convinced I was going to come away with a C, so it's all good in the hood.

Roomate's boyfriend slept over last night, despite knowing I don't like it. Did she ask? HA. HA. HA. God, one day I'm going to drag some bum off the street and bring him home just to make me understand how fucking annoying it is not to let people know men are going to be sleeping in your room uninvited. Oh well, over it. Kelly and I will never be besties, but at least she cleans the room and makes my bed. It's kind of like living in Hong Kong again.

So, what's the happ? Anzac Day today, so public holiday, which is always nice. Spending the day on my Nazi essay, which is just such a lighthearted and fun topic to write 3000 words on. Eurgh, I hate how schoolwork consumes everything I think about not, it's so pathetic.

Going to be booking plane tickets to Otago for sometime in May, so I can see my highschool friends who all fucked off to Dunners - swear to god, after every high school year graduates, 95% of the youth move to Dunners. Will be nice to see Helen, Jess, Georgie and Jules, even tho uni is fun and I like my hall, during the holidays I realized how much more comfortable and easy it is hanging with high school friends.

Hmm, something interesting.

Oh yes, Lindsay Lohan's myspace got hacked. Scandal. Except then it turned out it wasn't really, but they got her AIM name out of it, so I wasted several hours online reading AIM convos of her telling people to fuck off. My life is just non-stop excitement people. Later on, I may take the rubbish out. HOLD YOUR BREATH!!

I need to get my eyebrows shaped, but I've not got anyone in Wellington to personally recommend anywhere, and I'm scared of coming out looking like a Russian prostitute with pinthin eyebrows. Not such a good look yo.

Also,  I am sick of the racism and homophobia in my hall. I thought moving to the capital would mean more enlightened and tolerant people than down South. Clearly not. I think Hong Kong spoiled me into thinking people actually weren't racist and accepting of everyone. My bad. Fuck, if I ever have kids, they're going to an international school faster than that, I worry about what kind of attitudes my brother is going to school around. Some of the stuff his friends come out with makes me want to slap them. I think New Zealand is just a little too isolated and small to realize what fuckwits they can be sometimes. I'm planning  year's exchange somewhere either next year or year after, I don't want my becoming any way near like the narrow minded people I keep meeting. Argh. Vent over.

Peace out homies, Hitler is calling. Bastard.

Xanga's certainly been left behind in the last couple of years, pretty much all the people who used to regularly post and prop me have all shut down their sites and/or moved on. I know I certainly find facebook and Bebo more easy to keep in contact with, but I haven't properly blogged pretty much since 2004, just after leaving Hong Kong and coming to good old ChChVegas. How times have changed, I've definitely changed a tad from the 16 year old who left Hong Kong. God, look at me, I'm 2 years out of high school and getting all university eduamachated now. I wrote some pretty good blogs back in the day, I think I might consider starting this old thing up again and letting my creative juices flow again. God knows university level history essays don't allow for much creative imagination.

So I'm Rachel Taylor, 19 as of February, living in a first year dorm up in WellyWood, studying for a double degree - BA/BCom, at this point majoring in History, Asian Studies and International Business. Lots of work, but so far the hall has been pretty decent. I could definitely live without some of the bitchiness that comes with lots of girls straight out of high school living together (speaks the old, wise, over the hill first year who took a year out before starting uni) but the drunken times have been many and good. No romance so far, no sex either. Don't screw the crew is my motto and haven't really been out of my hall that opportunities have been limited thus far. I'm sure I'll get there eventually.

On Easter holidays as we speak, it's been nice to unwind, have the room to myself again as living with a roomate definitely entails lots of compromise and just see high school friends and parentals. My little brother likes to stink out room with his farts and bodyslam me, so I'm not althogether sure it's been nice to see him again but I do love my wee Frankie, even if he is almost a foot taller than me.

Currently in the midst of my postwar West Germany essay for History, and still got lots and lots of Economics works that needs to be done. For shame, I should have done this all by now. I suck. I need to do all the online tests before I go back, that shall be my thing for Thursday and Friday..right now, I focus on History and Asian Studies and FCOM. Oh the joys of first year uni, and taking the maximum amount of courses.

It feels good to be typing again. This can only lead to good things.

Welcome to French Woods

I'm spending THREE MONTHS HERE!! I got hired today at the CCUSA Camp Fair and now I'm going to be some sort of assistant director (details yet to be confirmed) at a INCREDIBLY rich camp in Hancock, New York from June to August this year!! I'm so incredibly excited, I can't even form a half-decent blog. It's not even real, the idea that I get to go work at this awesome place for three months. I never ever thought I'd be able to get in, especially as a specialist counsellor - I was going for a general counsellor for a camp in Maine - but this is so so so so much better. I was so excited when I came out of the fair, I called my parents and screamed down the line for 10 minutes. Add to that the fact that out of the 25 or so people at the thing, only about 4 looked like they were actually getting jobs..I'm feeling pretty damn good about myself.

They sent a DVD as part of the Welcome Package and you would not BELIEVE this place. An olympic sized pool, a private lake with awesome slides, FIVE theatres, directors from BROADWAY, full scale productions - it's mostly rich Jewish kids, which is really exciting because I was really hoping to get a Jewish-focused camp and it will be incredibly hard work - I basically get two 36 hour days off the entire 9 weeks I'm there, but at this point I don't care - you can quote me on that halfway through the session.

I'm off to dance around my room.

15th Nov     Media Studies

17th Nov     English

22nd Nov    History

23rd Nov    Drama

25th Nov    Geography

3rd Dec      History Scholarship

6th Dec      English Scholarship

9th Dec      Geography Scholarship

10th Dec    Media Studies Scholarship

DONE DONE DONE DONE OMFG THANK GOD

never again, shall I attempt 9 exams within the month when most only have 2 and finish after three days and laugh in my face.

This last week has been a busy one - Prizegiving on Monday (Janet got Dux!! Meg and George got general excellence!! Helen got first in French!! I got nada. Thank god for Honor and Jess) Eng Schol the very next morning, Leaver's Ball Wednesday - a full day of nails, eyebrows and hair as well as organizing prepres, attending pres, actually going to the damn thing and the after-party, Geography Schol the Friday morning with Barney's awesome fantastico 1950's costume party which was full of dirty dancing and flirting and Media Schol today - I've just gotten back from Harriet's cocktail party. I was so fucking tired, I was really not up to sneaking into any club. I vont sleep. Lucy Downs is a demanding bitch who wants pictures of my life, so here you go hobag.

Pre-Drinks

HAHA Helen has a chicken neck..I called her Chook for the next half hour

The Actual Ball:

The fucking presentation. Sometimes it's good to be T in the alphabet, other times not so much. It's this typical Rangi tradition - the daddies who have been spending their livelihoods on their daughter's private school education get to escort their daughter to the stage where they step from Rangi Girl to Old Girl. The principal told me to 'Reach for the Stars'..a subtle short joke I assume.

The morning after:

Kate's 1950's Party

Look Luce, we're in the COUNTRY! There was sheep shit and everything

Old School Times

I hate interacting natural processes on Banks Peninsula. Costal, fluvial, aeolian, volcanic whatever I fucking hate them all.

This is my first ever time cramming. I'm not enjoying it. At least I know the other two units. But this one unit..this one fucking unit is causing me so much pain. AND it's a morning exam. Basically, I'm screwed. Thank God I already have Level 3 and UE. This is the first time I've ever understood why a lot of people in New Zealand just don't answer certain booklets and leave them blank.

Eurgh, on a happier note.

We had the film festival screening today. Red carpet, semiformal. I wore a cheap ass dress (25 bucks!! Shanton!! Strap popped off after an hour!!) and enjoyed all the awkwardness created by my film which was all about lesssbiaaans kisssssing. All the middle class, Anglo Saxon parents found it hard to deal with. My Media teacher said it was the most controversial, even more than the cutting one. I was so proud. Controvery is love.

The MC's sucked. Even though they did make a witty comment about Rangi being an all girls school and what could people expect after my film. Oh, how I laughed. The shuffling and awkward coughs were just so awesome.

4 exams (5 as of 12pm tomorrow when dreaded geography finishes) down, 5 to go. I'm such a fool to be taking 4 scholarship subject, it actually kills. Most of my friends have already finished, but I've got them up to December 10th, including two AFTER leaver's ball. Sucks major titties.

Boys suck.

My dog climbed on the couch, which is forbidden, and stole my phone -  she bit it enough so that the LCD display is all messed up. Bitch.

I can't wait for the end of exams. Parties galore - drunken hookups and friendships shall commence and I'm going to Surfer's Paradise with the familia for the week. Then it's up to Golden Bay for Chrissie with my crazy, hippie uncle and aunt who aren't actually married and who like to sunbathe naked and protest the local candle factory. I love them. AND then, WANAKA for New Year's with five other crazy bitches in a hostel which will hopefully contain many hot boys. Hopefully, we're arranging a drunken weekend in Akaroa sometime during January. Tops. Aces. Fantastico. I'm a lucky girl. I'm so excited about the first and probably last time when I'm just going to have complete freedom for a couple of months. I'm taking a barista course, getting my restricted license, going back to Hoyts and am just going to have a bomb of a time. And then South Africa, America and Europe. This next year is going to be the best of my life. It will take all my money and no doubt shitty moments will happen along the way (me and my ankle around the world, imagine the possibilities) but I can't wait.

Gad, this post has just gone from negivity to positivy. That's me, the optimistist.

But once again, boys suck. Eurgh.

Oh shit, I forgot Hong Kong. To all the peeps out there, I'm coming back for the Sevens! Yet again. The last two years I've thought each one would be the last. Yet I keep coming back. I'm investigating packages right now. I expect spare beds for the two or three weeks I spend there. I'm a budget-bound girl now and any money I have will be spent in Fa Yuen Street and Disneyland.

Ooh, who heard about Jessica Simpson and Nick Lachey? I've heard so many split reports it's not actually sinking in. Hah, "sinking in"..because it's such a world event.

 No one's going to read this, it's way too wordy. I don't care. It's not very interesting anyway.

My parents had their 25th anniversary this year. I don't know why I felt like typing that, but it's crazy. C-R-A-Z-Y.

Anyone for spatial variations and concetration and dispersal in Queenstown? No? Pity. You're missing out on some pretty juicy goss.

Those damn natural processes are sending me crazy, aren't they? Maybe I should go and draw a moustache on my sleeping brother, that's always fun. He does have school tomorrow though. Decisions, decisions.

I fell down the stairs today, high heels and little black dress and everything. I think I pulled a muscle in my arm. Fucking hurt. My dad didn't even check if I was okay despite the thumping and my high pitched scream. He kept calmly discussing cheese output in factories. Bastard. It would serve him right if I became paraplegic and he had to look after me for the rest of his life, thereby rendering him no time to discuss cheese output. It would suck for me too. There's always a downside to those sorts of things.

I think I just might be procrastinating in order to avoid those natural processes. Those evil natural processes. That trip to Banks Peninsula SO did not help. All we did was get drunk in the cabin and eat fish and chips. I learnt nothing whatsoever about spits, bars and longshore drift. I'm a failure in life. And quite possibly an alcoholic as well.

So..how about that local sports team? God, I know, yeah. Excuse me whilst I hyperventalate for a moment..I'M GOING TO FAIL I'M GOING TO FAIL I'M GOING TO FAIL I KNOW SHITALL I'M GOING TO FAIL AND MRS MILLIGAN WILL SEND ME A NASTY EMAIL ABOUT HOW I SHOULD HAVE GONE TO THAT REVISION SESSION WITH HER EVEN THOUGH IT WOULD HAVE DONE JACK SHIT AS SHE IS NOT EASILY UNDERSTANDABLE AND I REALLY HAVEN'T LEARNT THAT MUCH THE ENTIRE YEAR OH MY GOD OH MY GOD I CANNOT DEAL WITH THESE FUCKING NATURAL PROCESSES I WISH THEY DIDN'T INTERACT I WISH THEY WOULD DIE I WOULD ACTUALLY KILL THEM IF I COULD.

ahem. < end >

Ah, you thought that was the end of the blog did you not? Fooled you. Oh no, I have plenty more to complain about and bitch about and moan about (distinct differences in all three. I assure you, I'm a doctor)

I need a new fake id. Those bitches (including scary police bitches) at Viaduct took mine off me when Annie was here. SO embarrasing. SO annoying. I'm sorry Christchurch nightlife sucks Annie. I assure you, if I could change it, I would. How  I wish I'd made use of Ing and associates whilst in Hong Kong. The place I spent themost time was Thai Bar. Woopdefuckingdo. And I spent most of that being forced to sit down because the 2.5 Smirnoff Ices had rendered me useless. That's the second time I've used rendered in this blog. I obviously have deep feelings for the word.

HAHA - for some reason I just thought of the College grundy run. Let me explain. In New Zealand, it is tradition to run naked through rival schools. We were going to do ours through College, Boys High and Bedes until Ms Moor said she'd take the predrinks off us. Eight or so people did it anyway and they got in deep shit. Instead, we did pyjamas day - most of year 13 turned up in pj's and she went ballastic - I got yelled at for standing up for our rights to wear pj's and got sent home - we weren't physically allowed in class if we were not in proper uniforms. Hitlerettes. Anyway, College, our brother school did a grundy run, but they were dressed in Speedos. As most College guys are typical rich boys - ugly, wimpy and lacking in muscle this was quite alright with me. Still, a hilarious sight, especially all the year 7's running screaming after them.All girls schools are crazy like that.

I have a feeling I should get back to cramming. I hope I don't get the crazybitchpsycholady again. She hates me because I didn't put my extra pages into the folder correctly and I asked for the time before she'd put it up. THEN I had to ask for six extra pages of paper and I was right at the end. She kept giving me evil eyes. She hates me. I bet she ripped up the booklet after I left. I can see her doing that.

Oh I really don't have the willpower for cramming. I much prefer sensible, steady revision. It's all NZQA's fault and their inability to space out exams properly. My three most info-heavy subjects in 3 days. Ridiciolous. Riddikulus. I AM excited about Harry Potter. My fellow geeks, Helen and Janet will be joining me at a weekend session. I hope Emma and Dan have learnt to act. And that Rupert doesn't do that gormless face as much. It does get on one's nerves.

I want Friday morning to be over. Over over over.

Ta-ta