Mid-Semester Break

Well, it's time for mid-semester break!  Yeah, it's hard to believe.  I'm heading to Wellington and staying at a friend's house and doing random stuff around the city for about a week, and then I'm meeting up with the parents for a killer week in the South Island.  To wrap things up, I'll go back to Wellington for a little volleyball tourney.  Sounds pretty sweet ay? :)

That being said, I'm not sure how active I'll be with updating the old blog.  I'll probably be able to make a post documenting my adventures in Wellington next Saturday, in which case I'd still be keeping up with my usual schedule.  No guarantees though, and if I don't make a post, be prepared for a hideously long one at the end of the break.

Nothing too exciting has happened since my last post, and this is about to get pretty random - sorry for the lack of organisation.  Dang it!  Their spelling is getting to me!

Carrying groceries back from town is the opposite of fun.  Especially if you bought milk, laundry detergent and two bottles of wine.  Let's just say my traps were sore the next day.  I think I'll make sure I catch the bus next time.

I still have one essay to finish- luckily I'm a little over half way done.  Who makes an essay due in the middle of a break?!  It makes it that much more difficult to get motivated.

So it's Easter weekend, and for such an ostensibly secular country, they take it pretty seriously.  It's against the law for anything to be open on Good Friday and probably on Easter as well.  Last night everything closed at midnight, and they'll close again at midnight on Saturday.  However, it is rather amusing because the bars open at midnight tonight, because it'll officially be Saturday... On a related note, I'm fairly upset that I'm missing "Via Dolorosa" (and the entire Good Friday service for that matter) back at Bethel.  I'll just have to settle for the Sandi Patty version on iTunes.

I've been downloading some of the embarrassing techno/dance music they like here, and I'm not gonna lie, I like it.  It's especially good running music too, so yeah, that's my excuse...

I forgot to mention that last week I was serenaded by a Maori rugby player when I was in line for the bathroom.  It was really awkward albeit kind of funny, but it's a good story.

It's starting to get pretty chilly here - especially at night.  Where did I get the impression that it would be relatively warm year-round?

While I already held this to be true prior to this week, it became all the more abundantly clear that "it's not what you say, it's what people hear." - Dr. Frank Luntz (I wouldn't want points taken off for plagiarism)