It's not a cry you can hear at night, it's not somebody who's seen the light...

Cantabrians, Treat Me (http://www.treatme.co.nz/Christchurch) has a deal for a $79 dentist check up and clean. I totally took that, since as a poor student I can't usually afford the dentist. Now to book in before heading to the US. Which is difficult since much of my time before I head off, we're going South to Fiordland. Though if I don't use the booking before I head off, I have until the 2nd of Feb. I'd like to do it before though. YAY dentist!

Guy Fawkes was awesome. I hate fireworks and since I live two houses away from Firework Park, I decided to partake in some Bravery Vodka in the form of vodka and oranges. Better than anything else where you can taste the alcohol, bleh. Apparently I spent a great deal of time hugging people and clinging to Alison's leg. And Woot says I nommed his ankle. I also professed my love for Simon about 20 times and called him pretty, according to him. Spamming Tumblr askboxes is so classy. Hey, at least I'm an affectionate drinker. And now that Guy Fawkes is over, let's just NOT have more Bravery Vodka. Until next year.

I have to say, it did help. Instead of screaming and hiding and crying, I was lying on the grass and staring up as the fireworks went off above me. It was pretty.

Now if only all my friends were well again, that would make me happy! In the meantime, I will settle for walking to the store once it's open, and purchasing and eating a chicken. Yep.

EDIT: DENTIST BOOKED for Wednesday at 9:30am. Woot! Now to the store for chickens!

EDIT 2: AUUUUGGHHHHHHH I opened the door to let Helios Tiberius Fassbender in and a white-tailed spider FELL ON ME! AAUUUGGGHHHH HEART-ATTACK SPIDER! So I killed it in the midst of my freaking out and then felt bad I didn't just trap it under something and relocate it. Sorry, spider. But pls no falling on me.

I can remember the 5th of November but apparently not how to put my pants on. Hmmm.

Happy Guy Fawkes, Christchurch. You deserve it.

:X

Right, so like...back when I was getting my hair dyed in a salon, I put a reminder on my Barbie Dream Phone (called thus because it is Barbie Dream Pink) that would let me know when 5 weeks had passed so I would book in. I have since forgotten to take it OFF my phone, since it usually would go off at 9am and usually at 9am I have the phone off. Like a frickin' genius, I titled this reminder 'remember' because I didn't know what to call it and I felt too pressured to come up with something clever, okay!? Today, however, totally made up for it when I woke up to the damn thing going off and then it read:

'Remember' Remember: 5th November - Hair Dye Appt.

Which...you know...is less poetic than gunpowder, treason and plot, but it made my morning. I may have snorted so loud it hurt my nose...

Soon I'll blog about how last night was like the Best Night Ever, but I have to go deal with passports first. :D

I am terrified of fireworks. Like...really. When I was younger, my mother took us kids out to Whitefish Lake in Montana to watch a fireworks show on the 4th of July. Only there was a problem and the freaking barge blew up (and that wasn't the last tragedy that day, stupid Independence Day) and so I associate fireworks with that. Oh my god, I'm terrified of heights too and this one time during the county fair, the fireworks show started and for it, they stop the ferris wheel and I got STUCK AT THE TOP while these things went off right over my head. Most people would be thrilled, because it was a great view, or would have been if my eyes were open. I kept screaming and ruining everyone else's fun.

Anyway...it's Guy Fawkes day on the 5th, and the neighbours are already firing off the fireworks. Actual 'explodey in the sky' ones, not the tiny little cones my father used to purchase for my brothers for them to set off in the woods in our backyard mostly aimed at birds or trees or the house or each other (HOLY CRAP how country bumpkin do I SOUND in this entry?!?). And instead of screaming, I flailed a little and then went to stand at the window with Alison to watch them.

And the house didn't burn down yet and no one started screaming and no one was on fire and it was allllll fine. And they were very pretty.

So maybe I can get through this stupid day without having a heart attack.