End of holidays
TenseThat's right, I'm running (GaspShockHorror!). But I'm only running because my current body shape doesn't fit my new persona as a future dietitian. Everyone who knows me has sniggered or bit down their lips in silent laughter as I explain my career choice. Fine, I'm big, but at least I can lose weight reasonably quickly(correction, mass, I'm not on another planet). Also I'm being bribed by my rather successful Uncle.
So, Uncle Eric has dangled a rather large carrot: I loose a certain amount of girth in 3 months, I get $3000; another few inches and more pushups in 6 months, another $3000; if I continue on my girth and mass losing effort in a year from now, I get another $5000. But wait! There's more: If I keep the end-of-year measurements for another whole year, I get $11000.
Eric's also thrown in gym memberships, PT sessions and other stuff.
One condition: If I fail at any point in the year, Uncle Eric completely cuts me off: no free flights between Melbourne and NZ, no helping with uni fees, no birthday pressies etc.
Pheeeeeeeeeeeeew!
Still, I'll do it...and get good grades at the same time. SuperSam!
My sister Gina also has to do this, she doesn't fit the persona as a fashion designer. It's gonna be harder for her I think, not only will her ample bosom get in the way of her exersize, but also school and prefect duties. Heck, and she also loses a lot more if she's cut off! She loses her opportunity to work at Bendon and be the manager of Australia's only American Apparrel, not to mention her free trips and school fees...
It's mighty nice having a rich uncle to help things along, but we don't depend on him for very much. I mean, my Uncle can't stop my nana having bowel cancer, sheesh, now this is a story and a half:
My nana just had her 70th birthday party (hence my reason for being in Christhurch and Auckland) it was a huge sha-bang with celebs and stuff and lots of booze (which I had a generous sample of), but everyone mentioned how much my Grandmother had lost weight. The party ended and everyone went home to their rightful cities except for me and my boyfriend Kyle. Mum gave me specific instructions before she left to make sure that nana goes and has a checkup.
Three days later I confronted nana, asking her why she hadn't gone to the doctor, she lifted her forth beer of the day explaining that she was feeling fine. I insisted. The stubborn old nanny goat refused. Me, being the second most stubborn goat in the family used my ultimate weapon: Peircing-Ice-Blue-Cold-Dea
th-Stare-Of-Ultimate-Gloom
-And-Doom No Jutsu. Nana gave up and agreed.
Another week later we found out she had bowel cancer. Che, typical.
So nana went in last week and the surgeon pulled out a 2kg tumour about the size of a decent easter-egg from her colon. She's sitting in the private room Uncle Eric has paid for her (him being her son) doped up on morphine and other various drugs when we found out that she doesn't need chemo, and she was very lucky.
God, nana was lucky.
That was the longest time I've seen nana go without beer. My cousin Sean was joking about puting up a beer drip for her. Nana has morphine, she does't need beer.
Meanwhile I had to deal with my own pain, both physical and emotional.
Being incapacitated and in serious pain for three days with an embarrassing problem is not cool people!!
And neither are hangovers: if I see another martini anywhere, I'm going to barf big time.
I also had to say goodbye to Kyle, it may be a few months until I see him again. I hate long distance relationships. I can do them, but it means I can't hug the one I love. Or get presents to him on time. Bloody Valentines day...why do we celebrate the death of a christian who had an affair with the goalers daughter? Maybe it's because he wrote to her "From your Valentine" before he was chomped by lions in the colusieum. His death oldly coincides with the Northern Spring and the ubundance of flowers and a pagan fesitival.
No, seriously, I miss Kyle.
I won't be ranting much longer, except that I'm sad and pleased that the last Harry Potter will be coming out in July. Shame the date is 21.7.07 instead of 7.7.07 (21 is still 3 times 7 though)
Also, Hannibal Lecter is now my new obsession. Seriously, that dude is cool. Didyaknow that he has maroon eyes? That they kinda look red? And he's really not that old, perhaps 40? He also wears a hockey mask like Jason. Read the books! READ THE BOOKS! do you see? do you see? *cackle*
Now, I'm back in Toroa ready to start my new year of procrastination, whoops, I mean study. It's warm down in Dunners for once.
Sorry for the long journal.
Over and Out
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Christmas Spirited
makes life very difficult. 
It's quite addicitve and really fun if you're into that sort of things.
Frustrated
