queenstown

We're going there. Exciting, yes?
It'll be nice to get out of Christchurch for a while, even if we do have sunsets like this.


Also, my op-shopped huge grey sweatshirt no longer has arms. They grew tiresome. Nothing else new from Christchurch right now. Although admittedly, that doesn't surprise me - nothing much news-worthy ever does happen in Christchurch.

riches

Fuck the guitar. The Riches is over for the season. Depressing.

Dahlia: We’re going home.
Didi: Home?
Cal: She means camp.
Didi: What about Dad?
Dahlia: Your dad’s staying here.
Didi: Well fine, then I'm staying here too.
Wayne: Don’t be stupid. Go with your mother.
Didi: She doesn’t give a shit about me. I’m staying here. If we run into any more trouble, we’ll just find ourselves some more dead buffers.

Sigh.

guitar

I think I may borrow dad's old guitar for a bit to play around with.

next year

Well, today I enrolled at Hagley. Easy as. Just rolled up, talked to the Careers Adviser, wrote things, signed my name a few times, and now I'm all set to go for next year.

Next year will be interesting at worst.