GOALS

to my dear friends,

this week I have achieved something great.

something so momentous that I really had to write a whole post in dedication of myself. Legitimately, what I have just achieved is worth me boasting about with narcissistic relish. 

I ATE 500g of peanut butter straight. from the jar. with only a fork.

hold your applause while I receive the Nobel prize for physics, chemistry and peace.

OK I JEST. I JOKE. I AM NOT SERIOUS.

But in other news

GUYS, can we stop being over achievers now that high school is over? I mean like getting licences, and being accepted into international universities and being generally the smartest and some of the most musically/sportingly talented people in the country, if not world. It's like you are managing to be realpersonadultthingsnow...

High five to you/(us.. I want to say us, except I don't know if eating peanut butter is an achievement, and know to refrain from including myself). I feel like we are this movement of people like the beatniks or the modernists, and we have this crazy little secret thing, that only we can understand, the key to our own universe. 

I have been craving you all daily, more than I crave chocolate or peanut butter (WHICH IS AN AWFUL LOT LET ME TELL YOU), which is why I ponder it so. I think if I were to write a manifesto it would pretty much just be a compilation of knowledge that I vicariously attained via osmosis from the rest of you. Anyway, thinking about things far too much than would seem humanely normal, I realised that my friends are the inspiration of my life. 

  They taught me how work hard, letting me following in slumping silly steps in imitation close behind you, they taught me how to smile, that the smile makes you happy, taught me to know how important really knowing people is. Taught me how to dress well, the ultimate significance of Dr Martens and why we use deoderant... Taught me to trust, cheat, lie, run, go crazy, get too drunk, be responsible. 

I keep getting letters from you magic people and have started pinning them on the wall that makes up my life, like little fairy lights that I secretly want, but won't buy because a) they cost money and I have none and b) think they are too stereotypical for a girls room, and I don't want to be seen as either stereotypical or a girl...

Anywho, I shall divulge into the true selfishness of this post, I did have a kind of bad week this week. I don't know why, I just felt lame. But I got sent this, and acorn in a letter, "I have included a kiss which fell on me when I was reading in the park to remind you to always be your own hero". And yeah, it is cheesy. But perfectly cheesy, because I think that is why you all have done so GODAMN WELL, you know how to be your own hero, you make your goal and you take yourself there. So be bloody proud, because I don't think many people have figured out what this means, let alone how to do it yet ! 

And i think the gift that you get out of this is being able to appreciate everything you do, because you did it, you got yourself there, it's yours to own, to hold, to flounce about under people's noses, because it's yours and you can.

TUMBLR DEEP FOR YOU ALL.

I apologize to inflict this on you, it's not as good as Mary's food blog, but I needed to procrastinate chemistry. 

ALSO,

TAKE A SONG (hahahahah, like jessie with her cats, but with a song) :

Movin' On Up- Primal Scream

this is a song that dad used to play if he'd had a shitty day in emergency dep, he would put in on, clear the floor in the lounge, and haul me away from what ever book i was reading to dance with him. It was cool that he used to just decide to use some time to just do nothing in particular, but be a bit of him and share that with me. 

Those Bloody Aussies

Yesterday I bought this T-Shirt  that says "Aussie Drinking Party: Coming to a Pub Near You" from the supermarket for $3.50. I don't really know why I did it, it was one of those freak decisions you end up either regretting or loving. I feel at this stage I have love for my purchase. Never fear, this does not mean that I am becoming an Australian. More and more, I feel like a New Zealander. I didn't think that my land and my upbringing was as important as I now feel like it is. Its so weird, and I am sure my Australian friends tire of it, but i spent my waking life comparing here to New Zealand. The other day I spent at least ten minutes discussing the colour of milk bottle caps in New Zealand. See, pride.

College (what they say college here? I didn't know I had moved to the US) is so different from in New Zealand, at least what I think of hall life in New Zealand. For example, on Saturday we had Ormond Day. All the freshers bought the bumblebee (our college rugby jersey) and then was greeted to an open bar, time circa 11am. Our courtyard was covered with old fashioned leather couches, sun umbrellas and life size connect four games. If you walked through to the main entrance, they had hired one of those mechanical bulls that you would see in a darkened southern bar and a Mr Whippy truck. And so, in true  Ormond fashion, I got drunk on an enormous amount of Pimm's and was hungover by dinnertime. And then, the next day, we had an Ethics course. For 7 hours, where the Master of the College discussed morals. To get drunk in the daytime, and then sit through a lecture on the right thing to do. What is life.

O Week alone was a true testament to the enormity of this College and College life in general. Every day was filled with activities, whether it was to go on an amazing race all over Melbourne or to partake in sex quizzes, everything was ago. And then, if we weren't tired enough, our nights were filled with outrageous parties. We were splattered with paint one night, treated to cocktails the next. Tonight, a Wednesday night, I am preparing to go to a Smoko (a dress up party that we have every few weeks) wearing a garbage bag. And then, tomorrow, I have 6 hours of uni lectures, starting at 9 am. The weirdest thing about living here is that everyone is so intelligent that no one works. I have not seen a single person study since I came here, even though some in order to stay have to keep up high distinction averages.

The other day Tessa and I sought out a taco truck I had been desperately following on Facebook. It was in the most hipster of neighborhoods and they were the most delicious of tacos. I have now made it my life's work to find the most delicious food in Melbourne and eat it, and subsequently get fat. The latter is not in fact my goal, but I am resigned to the fact that eventually it will happen. So be it, I must eat.

There is so much to do here that I barely have time to think about home. But when I do, I miss you all so much. I think about all the amazing times you must be having with one another, and I get so excited to come back and see you all. I can't help but thinking that when we all come back to Wellington it will be so brilliant, because we will all be reunited and together again. That sounds so sappy but I love it that when I talk to you all we can pick up where we left off on the streets of Lambton Quay, in the halls of Wellington Girls or the Botanical Gardens, where we all spent so much time together.

Tell me all about what is going on in your world, I want to know everything.
Lots of Love,
Mary

accurate re-enactment of O week

so I am pretty much at the end of my O Week. Pretty sure the rest of you are about to start. Pro Tips, if it is anything like down here, get as drunk as you can and always have friends. You don't waste a moment of this week because it will be over all too soon.

also any chance for free anything, take it. Moneys don't last forever, even a week.

if there are things, do all the things.

I am about to go for a walk in the rain to do something I think. By myself for a little bit, which I think I am looking forward to. The best thing about Dunedin so far is that you can walk about at night, though at the moment its rather strange to see gormless hoards also on the streets, but I am guessing that soon they will be taking all moments of sleep for sleep.

Exciting news, my stegosaurus squeaky toy has become my wing mascot. They call him stigger, its an amalgamation of some other words, one of which is steggy.

 I don't really think that anything of life threatening importance has happened. So there you go.

love zo

The first

I know I am not the first person to be leaving (as in leaving for uni)- Julia has successfully stolen that from me, but this is kind of the beginning of a thing I hope that we can share !

I wanted to have a way to thank you all for a friendship that has been inescapable and intoxicating- so if I am allowed, I would like to gift us/you a  blog to share.

Essentially I thought this could be a way for us to keep in touch, whenever you feel like it, write a post, send us a playlist, or add a photo or two, or maybe a new fabulous recipe that makes your skint student wallets smile.

Rules:
WE ALL SHARE THE THING
WE ALL LOVE THE THING
WE ALL ARE THE THING

Um, its like midnight now and I have to wake up ridonk early, so ciao
All my love, From Zo