Hey guys. Just thought I should update here for anyone who is concerned. Me and my family are all confirmed okay. Our houses are alright although there's been some damage here and there and water is out in my Mum's and brother's places.

A very close friend of both my brother and by best friend was caught in his shop in the central city and didn't make it out alive. I didn't know him well but it's still a really hard thing to deal with. I can't imagine how frightened he must have been.

No other confirmed deaths yet amongst my friends etc but they're still pulling people out so we really don't know what's happening. Out here in the suburbs things are pretty okay. One of my best friends' home is flattened completely though.

We're going in search of food, later. I forgot to stock up after the last one.

Yeah... that's all to say at this stage. If the water situation gets really bad we're going to move out of the city and go stay with my Dad in Blenheim for a few days.

Just really glad I didn't go to work yesterday. Sometimes being lazy is a good thing.

Love to all. Thoughts are with anyone who is in a worse situation than we are.

~Peeji

Do you guys ever get to a point in a fic where, I dunno, there’s a chapter end or a big reveal and you finish the line and, even if it’s totally un-postable, your instinct is to go, ‘There! Now post!’ just because you want an instant reaction?

I’m supposed to be studying or sleeping right now but I’m being sneaky to write fic because I really needed a creative outlet at the moment and in general just something that I could work on, enjoy, and FINISH. So, a short fic hopefully to be finished soon. Season 4 coda. Just trying to figure out how to a) shut up, and b) fit in some sexiness, at this point.

Just for reference, I’m kind of on an internet-mini-hiatus at the moment. I’m in a kind of crazy-negative mad brain-spaz space and really needing a lot of no-people time, and that includes internet-people. I am trying to catch up with fic responses but even there I’m pretty fail. So, if you don’t see me, don’t panic, I’m probably not dead, just off kicking a wall or something somewhere.

I just wrote the grammatically wackiest sentence of my life!

The ‘why’ of why people say ‘blood is thicker than water’ is to denote several things: endurance – blood will last forever; stability – blood can’t be broken; and loyalty – blood is socially meaningful.

Ignore the words, it's for an essay on kinship, just look at all that crazy punctuation! I have no idea if that actually is allowable by the magical punctuation rules but I DON'T CARE, it's CRAZY AND SHINY.

Also, there is kind of insane amounts of good fic flying around at the moment, and I'm reading NONE of it and I feel frustrated and proud at the same time.

Oh my gosh I just realised I've forgotten to do my washing for three days! Underwear emergency!

Rumble rumble rumble. My stomach has been all, viva la revolution for about a month now. I'm almost getting used to this constant, low-grade rumble in my guts, just, all the time. I need to finish some of the food in my fridge and then I'm trying a gluten-free diet. It's just pissing me off, now. My Mum thinks it's stress. (my Mum doesn't believe in actual illness, I think I broke my ankle once and she just told me to stop complaining and get myself some ice if it was bothering me. 9 months later I finally stopped limping and won't ever trust her assessments of health again) I told her I'm ALWAYS this stressed, why would my stomach purchase a fleet of cannons now? petite_ari suggested it might be an alien pregnancy. Everyone is being REAL HELPFUL, THANKS.

Spent an hour talking to my Mum about parent's marriage. Future is grim at this point.

ONE ESSAY OF FINAL 3 DOWN! TWO TO GO. OKAY WE CAN!

The universe is really fucking me off this weekend, seriously.

I could go into details, but it took me AN HOUR to explain to my Mum on the phone today, and even then I completely skipped one of the massive annoyances.

Suffice to say, uni is being a bitch, (the servers CRASHED on friday, ALL OF THEM,) I'm running out of time to finish things at all/well, one of the classes I NEED for next semester I've missed the deadline for portfolio submission because I was busy with CRAZY HELL-ESSAYS AND RANDOM SURPRISE-ASSIGNMENTS! My parents marriage is still seriously on the rocks, I've been so exhausted for the last two days I could barely MOVE, I have fic spinning around in my head like a whirlwind and have NO TIME to write it, I STILL haven't been able to get in to talk to the post-grad advisor to sort out next semester/year. Oh, and the internet is pissing me off.

I don't need a boohoo brigade or anything I'm just seriously irritated and tired. I've decided to skip class in the morning. Although it seems at the moment I can sleep a million hours every night and I'm still exhausted. >:(

I'm OVER IT! Please let it be the end of semester, soon!?

(I do love that I already have all the tags I might want for this entry...)

EDIT: Meh, I guess I should warn that there is fic in the comments now that has spoilers for 4x22. *sighs and goes to bed*

Today I was carefully muttering around on the internet, going places I don't normally go in an attempt to find out if there was any substance behind someone mentioning that Genevieve Cortese and Jared are going out, and then suddenly, with no warning, it was like HAHA! BIG GIGANTIC SPOILER SMACKS YOU IN THE FACE!

And when I say, big gigantic spoiler, I MEAN FREAKING HUGE! I AM SO UPSET ABOUT THIS THERE ARE NO WORDS! SO SO SO SO SO SO SO UPSET!

I ... I just. AHRG! FUCK! *slams doors and jumps up and down for a while*

EDIT: Oh, and if that wasn't enough, I just went into the kitchen to find that our 'guest' thought it would be a good idea to put a pot on our plastic bench-top straight from the stove. It's burnt right through the bench-top and now we're probably going to lose our entire bond. She hasn't offered to pay for it, or even really apologised.

@_@

...I am calm and at one with the universe. Caaaaaaalm.

Because then my house would be attached to me.

Yesterday, I was going to be like, "this is me making a no-excuse spammy entry to celebrate my new icon!" but now, I HAVE an excuse. And excuse which is possibly more appropriate to my other more depressive icons, but hey.

My flatmates are kicking me out.

I have to move.

AGAIN.

For those who haven't kept up with every single detail of my life, this will be the 5th move since I started university, the 11th move since 2003, and the 17th move in my life time. Am I impressed?

NOT FUCKING LIKELY!

Do I want to talk about it? Not really. I'm just really irritated. Don't ask me why this is happening, it's a series of really stupid things, mostly surrounded by my crazy 18yr old flatmates who have no idea what it's actually like to live away from home. Am I freaking out? Well, I don't have TIME to freak out, I have three weeks of holidays, an absolute shit-load of work to do and now I have to shift, as well. I am upset about the cat having to move to a new area though. :/

( In honour of my poor kitty who has to put up with how the world hates me so; a pic, for all... )