Dan, you're a hero!!
well, some big news here lately.
a few weeks ago, a silly bet made between teachers saw broccoli necklace day an eventuality. South Africa lost a rugby match to New Zealand so H and J had to wear 'em. we laughed and laughed. well, maybe not 'we'.
this week saw the rematch, and anyone in the know will understand that NZ was expected to beat SA extremely easily. before the match, the girls weren't too keen to put a bet on, but i opened my big mouth and said NZ would win by 25 points. the bet, at first, was i'd wear green nail-polish for a week if the winning margin was any lower. we went to Scrooge bar in Itaewon as per usual, and Jeanine (SA) and i were pretty excited. come half-time, the score was 6 - 3, and all of a sudden, the bet included piercing my ear and wearing a huge green stud in it for the week too.
let's just say i was a vocal supporter of all things black (NZ's uniform colour is black) and a vocal unsupporter of the ref. he was arse. anyway, 1 minute to go, it's 26 - 6, we're at the completely WRONG end of the field, my head is in my hands, everyone at scrooge bar must be wondering why i'm so fired up, and the girls have got the green polish out! then, my lovely All Blacks come from nowhere to score through Dan Carter, maybe the most important touchdown of his career.
33 - 6. i never doubted it (even if i was crumpled on the table for 5 minutes suffering from exhaustion).
moving on, i've moved out of my apartment. being abused for the umpteenth time by the guy living there was the last straw (see the previous post). he yelled and screamed at me for 20 minutes, most of it extremely personal. for those who know me best, you won't be shocked to know i didn't utter a word back. there was no point. so, i slept on a friends couch and at 430am saturday, i wanted to brush my teeth, so i went back to the apartment and grabbed my toothbrush and everything else i could carry, which happened to be everything i own.
anyone else out there packed up their life in 90 minutes or less, including sweeping and filling a garbage bag? here is my life captured, including the bed i've been provided for the next little while, minus laptop, waist-high shelving unit, and what i was wearing.
i was feeling sorry for myself, but the support i've had from friends has been great. i've been offered a room, which i'll gratefully accommodate, and the school have been very understanding.
anyway, there's no donation hotline. i'm not starving, not freezing, and feel much better about life now. doing a midnight walk from the apartment may sound a little childish/cowardish, and not sticking up for myself against the ex-roomie may do too, but if so, that's so. suppose i'll have to deal with myself more than anyone else will.
a few weeks ago, a silly bet made between teachers saw broccoli necklace day an eventuality. South Africa lost a rugby match to New Zealand so H and J had to wear 'em. we laughed and laughed. well, maybe not 'we'.
this week saw the rematch, and anyone in the know will understand that NZ was expected to beat SA extremely easily. before the match, the girls weren't too keen to put a bet on, but i opened my big mouth and said NZ would win by 25 points. the bet, at first, was i'd wear green nail-polish for a week if the winning margin was any lower. we went to Scrooge bar in Itaewon as per usual, and Jeanine (SA) and i were pretty excited. come half-time, the score was 6 - 3, and all of a sudden, the bet included piercing my ear and wearing a huge green stud in it for the week too.
let's just say i was a vocal supporter of all things black (NZ's uniform colour is black) and a vocal unsupporter of the ref. he was arse. anyway, 1 minute to go, it's 26 - 6, we're at the completely WRONG end of the field, my head is in my hands, everyone at scrooge bar must be wondering why i'm so fired up, and the girls have got the green polish out! then, my lovely All Blacks come from nowhere to score through Dan Carter, maybe the most important touchdown of his career.
33 - 6. i never doubted it (even if i was crumpled on the table for 5 minutes suffering from exhaustion).
moving on, i've moved out of my apartment. being abused for the umpteenth time by the guy living there was the last straw (see the previous post). he yelled and screamed at me for 20 minutes, most of it extremely personal. for those who know me best, you won't be shocked to know i didn't utter a word back. there was no point. so, i slept on a friends couch and at 430am saturday, i wanted to brush my teeth, so i went back to the apartment and grabbed my toothbrush and everything else i could carry, which happened to be everything i own.
anyone else out there packed up their life in 90 minutes or less, including sweeping and filling a garbage bag? here is my life captured, including the bed i've been provided for the next little while, minus laptop, waist-high shelving unit, and what i was wearing.
i was feeling sorry for myself, but the support i've had from friends has been great. i've been offered a room, which i'll gratefully accommodate, and the school have been very understanding.
anyway, there's no donation hotline. i'm not starving, not freezing, and feel much better about life now. doing a midnight walk from the apartment may sound a little childish/cowardish, and not sticking up for myself against the ex-roomie may do too, but if so, that's so. suppose i'll have to deal with myself more than anyone else will.
posted by the Emperor Fabulous at 4:33 PM
2 Comments:
keep your chin up. if you want to i'll send some of the boys around the sort your ex-roomie out ;)
pointless mate. if the dude was lying in a ditch with half his brain hanging out, he'd still be screaming profanities at me (he's not a dangerous person anyway).
now that i've moved out, and feel sorry for myself fewer hours each day, i'm becoming a little concerned for HIM.
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