Time to get a watch

This is on the front door of the house. While it is such poppycock, it is also hilarious. America is behind in security measures for the safety of valuables in one's home.

I went downtown on a library excursion and saw 3 kids river dancing in Cathedral Square. "Their legs were flaying about as if independent from their bodies." The Wizard was also at the Square today. He was yelling how women were causing global warming. His reasoning is unfathomable. I also got a spicy bratwurst with honey mustard. There are all different types of food vendors in the square along with a little market.

They don't have plain corn chips here. It makes me sad. I love chips and guacamole or the standard chips and salsa. Avocados are ridiculously cheap here, sometimes they are 39 cents a 'cado. The purity of chips and salsa is lost when you have chips that are cheese, double cheese, nacho cheese or salsa flavored. I'm not kidding around, these chips are intensely flavored. You would think that the Kiwis are afraid that plain corn chips because they are so hard to find. I even asked the checkout lady at the Pak'N'Save if they had plain corn chips, but alas, they don't. I miss plain corn chips with their deliciously simple flavor.

Update: I found plain salted corn chips. It only took 10 days and many food stores.

A few days ago, we went to an indian restaurant and there were different categories of hot that went something like: Mild, Medium, Hot, Kiwi Hot, Indian Hot, English Hot. I thought their menu was misprinted because I didn't understand why English Hot would be hotter than Indian hot. So I asked and yes, English hot was the hottest. I went with Kiwi hot because I was little worried, but it turned out that Kiwi hot, pshh, was not very hot. I'm excited to try English Hot next.

Do you ever scrap the ice cream off the lid? Why do I feel like I'm extremely silly or that my love for ice cream is extreme? I don't think I should have to feel that way. I bought the ice cream. I should get to eat it all. Maybe I'm just feeling sensitive because I definitely scooped the ice cream off the lid today and judged myself in the process. Bah! I say we've all been there and I am not ashamed. Well, maybe a little.

I know I'm always complaining about my towel, but this is truly the unwritten reason that Douglas Adams urged everyone to always keep track of their towel. He knew that buying them in other dimensions, galaxies, planets or countries was a poor decision because towels from other places cannot compare to tried and true home towels. That or I need to shell out a few more bucks and get a nice NZ towel that does not fuzzle everywhere.

Heath, one of my roommates, told me that the sun is up at about 5:30 am. This is funny because I haven't been awake that early so I never considered when the sun rose in Christchurch. I know the sun sets at about 9 pm which totally throws off my internal clock because back in Chapel Hill, I was used to the sun setting at 5:30 pm. So my body thinks that it is 4:30 pm when it is actually 7:30 pm or 8 pm. It probably doesn't help that clocks are unnecessary at this time of my life. I used to have a clock on me 24/7 via my cell phone, but now I no longer have a phone. We have an oven clock in the kitchen that is set incorrectly and can't be changed. There is another clock in the dining room that has been shot straight through the middle so all the hands fell off. This apparently occurred because it was always telling the wrong time so the previous tenant got angry and shot it with a gun. Gordon has a clock in his room that I never really go in and look at it.

I also have a computer clock. I actually set one of my dashboard clocks to Washington D.C. time, so I will always know the time in Chapel Hill without having to do any moderately difficult arithmetical calculations in my head. I find it a little strange to not have any measurement of time, it's kind of like losing a one of your senses. If you couldn't smell, it wouldn't be the end of the world, but it would be strange. I used to make a mental note right before I went to bed, so when I woke up I'd have a general idea of my length of sleep. Don't ask me why, but I found it comforting to know approximately how much sleep I got a night. When I got 6 hours of sleep, I knew exactly why I was tired and when I got about 12 hours of sleep, I knew how awesome I was going to feel that day. I now feel a little lost not knowing how much sleep I get a night. It was almost a compulsion to calculate it every morning, but now I don't have the means or the urge to do it. Though sometimes I'll catch myself counting backwards from the time I woke up, only to realize I don't know what time I went to bed the night before.

A few days ago, I was on the bus when the coolest thing happened. It's actually cooler in retrospect. A guy with the most beautiful eyes got on the bus. It took me like 5 minutes to figure out how to describe the color. They were honey colored. It also took me awhile because I was trying not to be creepy and not stare at the guy too much. Later when I told my mom about the eyes, she was like he's a vampire! Anyone who has read the Twilight books will know that vampires have red eyes when they survive by drinking human blood, dark eyes when they are thirsty and "liquid-topaz" eyes when they survive off of animals and abstain from drinking humans. So yes, there was a vampire on my bus! I have geeked out enough for one day.

This was just a random collection of thoughts. Sometimes I will write things in here purely because they came into my head and I thought I might want to remember it.