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Typically my internet here in Greymouth is the same as in Nelson, working on a by-megabyte basis. Bah. I hopehopehope my Franz Josef internet is back to a time-based system, free or not, because I really want this just-out-of-reach Good News Week now. DAMN YOUS.

I just hit my first 'I wish to memorise this amazing fic!", clicked 'Add to memories' and... got given the Dreamwidth log-in page. I want to type something short, rude and to the point but I'll just stick with leaving it unmemorised. This is going to make life difficult, isn't it.

That's not a question.

Whatever. When LJ actually was imploding under the weight of stupidity no one could pick a new home. Now all of a sudden the grass is greener and I can't add fic to my memories anymore. Bah. I...

...Just when I think the universe has set out to mock me, I'm joined by a beautiful little tortoiseshell cat who, from a sign in the kitchen, I know is called Jess. She throughly investigated my socks, my knee and my empty coffee mug before curling up next to me and purring her supremacy over all. And a Scottish guy just came in and was like "Yeah, take her to bed with you! She loves it."

I think I love this hostel.

Anyway, tomorrow we're heading on to Franz Josef which I'm really looking forward to, mainly because I'm going to spend tomorrow afternoon and one day doing nothing. Well, postcards and my travel journal and all, and probably recovering from the full-day glacier hike I'm doing the day after tomorrow, but mostly nothing. It's been far too long and I can't wait. Plus I might actually get some snow. SNOW. TWO DAYS AGO I WAS ON A BEACH. This country is nuts.

Anyway, I'm off to bed now because I want to steal away the cat before something shiny lures her to someone else's room. If the internet in Franz Josef is indeed free then I might even do a proper catch-up post with pictures. Maybe. And book stuff, crap. I still need to book my Uluru tour.

Tomorrow. Right now I'm going to go and spend some quality time with the cat. Just, no one tell Casper. :)

There's a very pretty kitty hanging around our back garden right now. Apart from being entirely too demanding for a visitor, she is quite adorable (except for one half-hearted attempt to bite me when I stopped feeding her treats. Just reinforcement for my theory that all cats are gits underneath the pretty face.) Even Casper seems more intent on watching something down the garden than bothering with her and he's usually the first to freak out about visitors.

( Because she is very pretty )


I am behind on life right now. I know this. But bedroom is almost sorted, I'm almost organised and I need to start proper job hunting from Monday. Expect much internet procrastinating.

Have spent the night on the sofa with a bag of salted popcorn and King Kong on the Giant Television of d00m. Anything captalised should have 'of d00m' after it. It's a rule. I surprised myself by enjoying it - though I think moreso when I could pause it to get a mug of tea than I would've done in the cinema. Good decision to wait this long. Score.

Tomorrow I'm going shopping down all the little arcades and getting tickets to see HP on Saturday at the seven floor cinema round the corner. Despite three cats who are always on the wrong side of every damn door three seconds after they've gone through it, life? Cannot be bad.

I'm well aware I owe everyone and their mother LJ comments, facebook messages and general acknowledgement of my continued existence. I will get there. Sometimehow.