No Day But Today

Today is one of those days when I love the weather. It's cold, yes, but it's not raining, the sun is out. It's not like sunny days in summer when it's all muggy and humid and horrible.

I love when it's sunny in winter.

I miss Stella, a bit. I've called her a few times since she moved and spoken to her on MSN and she seems to be settling in really well. I know she'll be okay, she's a tough cookie. One of the toughest, full stop.

It'll all be alright, I know it.

Graffiti, pt 2

You know the graffiti I was talking about earlier? It seems to all have been cleaned up. It's not there any more. Pity, I kind of liked it. I think it's nice that whoever's writing it it trying to tell somebody to try to believe. I hope that whoever they were trying to tell got the message, if there was someone in particular.

Our friend Stella is moving down to Wellington. She's been changing a lot lately. Letting her hair grow out, warming up to people, now she's moving again. Pity, she only moved back up here in February but I guess she wasn't happy here. I've told her to keep in touch. She left earlier this week, so we went over to her flat to give her a proper sendoff, with lots of hugs and crying and sentimental shit. She's grown up a lot over the past couple of months and I feel like a parent sending their kid off on their first day of school.

On a lighter note, we made cupcakes today. Chester fell asleep on the couch so I drew on his face with writing icing. x3

Are you afraid of the dark?

I find it odd that some people are. The dark makes you blind, true, much like ignorance. And I can understand disliking ignorance. If you don't know things, you're blinder than I am without my glasses.

I guess, fear of the dark is fear of ignorance. Which makes sense, I guess.

But nevertheless, sometimes I stand in my window looking outside into the blackness, and I'm not afraid of it, because I know, if I have a light, I can chase it away.

And if I don't have a light?

Night vision. Hehe.

/trollface

Apologies

for the absence, one of our friends had a nervous breakdown and we ended up taking care of her for a while. It's been over a week since her little meltdown, and she still hasn't told us what exactly it's about. I know it's something to do with one of her friends going batshit but no more than that. All I know is I get a frantic call from one of her roommates, saying Stella was in a really bad way and could we please, please come and help calm her down, and gave us her address.

So we went over there and calmed her down. We met her two roomates, Frank (the guy who called us) and Harry, who both seemed like pretty nice guys, if really shy and quiet. I spoke to Harry at one point and he looked like a frightened animal the entire time. Jeez, I'm not the bogeyman.

She's been staying with us up until now. She's going back tonight. I've told her if she needs someone to talk to or if she wants anything just to drop us a line.

I hope she's okay. I worry about her.

Broken Appliances.

Our microwave has kicked the bucket. My fault. My eyesight is awful without my glasses (which I had misplaced) and I put something in it and I meant to nuke it for three minutes and instead I did it for thirty. Microwave a splode. Reheated pasta and tuna everywhere, now we don't have a microwave. I insisted Vivi didn't help me clean up but I still feel pretty guilty. We're students, we don't have money to fork out  for new appliances because I'm a stupid Chestdurr and break them.

BLARGH.

--Chester.

Worried

A good friend of mine (I mentioned her earlier) has been really stressed out lately. Whenever I see her, she looks...tired, I guess. Tired and upset. I don't think she's feeling too good at the moment. I think, if she's free this weekend or next, I'll kick Chess out and invite her over for a girls night. My Co-workers too. We'll eat junk food and watch shitty movies. That kind of thing.

--Vivi

Busybusybusy

Sorry we haven't updated, we've been busy. We've had university coursework and some personal stuff eating our lives. Drama, drama, drama, how we love you so.

Keep finding that graffiti. Everywhere. It's taking over Auckland. There's lots of numbers separated by slashes and dashes, lots of "TRYING TO BELIEVE" and "YOU ARE NOT ALONE" (always in either allcaps or all lowercase) and occasionally other words. I see "VERITAS" a lot. "HEAL" as well. There are others, but they escape me at the moment.

I wonder why. Who's putting these words all over the city. Some of it's just chalk scrawling that can be cleaned off with a hose, sometimes it's done in spray paint. I found a really lovely mural in the CBD once. It can't all be the same person.

Who is it?