weekends

so currently i'm happy, really really happy;
and not just the fake fabricated happy, but genuinly happy;
things seem to be starting to work and i'm thoroughly aware that in about 5 months they will either continue to work or completely fall apart but for now i'm rather content to just bask in the moment;
i finally kept a date with someone and had a wonderful time with some of my most special friends on friday night =]
we watched precious, which wasn't as emotionally gruelling as we had expected, however still really sad and slightly depressing; so to cure our mood we went up to mt cootha and chilled to katchafire, after realising a trek on a trail at 12 at night was not wise.
saturday went from good to ridiculously bad to ridiculously good
we stalked them for most of queens road so apologies could be made; then when that had been taken care of an owl stalked us for the rest of the evening- the conspiracy theory is my father hired it to watch me; but even so we had fun, even though we were kinda sad

Thursdays

Thursdays mark the end of the paying work week. This means I only work 4-6 hours instead of 8-13 and I get to come home early. For some reason on these days I find myself taking numerous meaningless photos. It could be because I like to make the most of the fact I've come home when the sun is actually shining. On the topic of work, I actually love it, I love the people I'm meeting and the little kids that adore me, the strange old men that confuse me and the ones that make me laugh out loud. I love the new friendships and the fact that if I was a good writer I could write a novel purely on the people I have encountered. I'm not a fan of the newly developed biceps I have or waking up at 3.30am every morning and getting home at 8.30 some nights. But it keeps me busy and stops me over analysing the move to America in August, and the implications that's going to have for me.