Hectic may not be the correct word, but it’s been darn busy. So much has happened since I last posted.

The Good;

Sept the 8th I flew up to Auckland to attend my Grandma’s wedding. Yes, my Grandma’s wedding. That was on the  9th. It was so beautiful. It was a lovly little home garden ceremony, and I’m not sure how to describe it. It wasn’t “In gods eyes, god this, pray for that”. It was more.. Spiritual? As in “On this table, we have the elements that surround us” and “Now we shall tie your hands together” kind of thing. Very beautiful it was.

It was quite small. My family is very big (I think Grandma has 8 brothers and sisters?) but not everyone came, as a lot of people where over seas, or had sick people to attend to. Which was a shame, but we know they where there in heart.

While in Auckland, I brought my dress for Jareds formal which was on the 12th. I flew home on the 10th.

So on the 12th, I had half a day of work. One of my bosses actually forgot about it until I said “Ah, JP, you do know I have to leave soon, yes?” And he replied “Oh.. that’s today… yeah”. So I was half an hour late to get home as the OTHER boss kept making me do stuff.

So when I finallly did get home, I had a 2min shower and dressed in what ever clothes I could find. We (Alison, Jared and I) then left to go to my pedicure / manacure appointment etc. I missed the Pedicure appointment, but it didn’t really matter, who was going to look at my feet anyway?

So I got my hair and make up done too. Make up was done at YSL, and I got $50 redemption so I brought a flash lip gloss, apparently it was 24carrt gold in it..I got color #9. Hot.

And that was my day in town. My time off work.

That evening we had his “pre-drinks”. At his school library. Most of the kids got trollyed. Yesh us Kiwis have bad drinking habits.

This is where I realize that just because you’re 17+ doesn’t mean you are mature. Some chick decided it would be funny to diss my eyes. Yeah, didn’t think I was listening or watch what she was telling her friends. It still hurts, even though I should be over it. I nearly cried. I’m going to be honest and say I would of smacked her over if she wasn’t Jared’s friends partner.

Violence doesn’t solve much I know. But when you’ve been teased all your life, and you think you can go somewhere where people will be mature and not even notice your eyes. You get kinda agro. So that ruined some of my evening as we then had to sit with her. And get a photo taken with her.

Aside from that, when we got to the formal place itself (same as last year, Charlton Hotel?) we got photos done.. and Jared brought a bottle of wine (seeing as I’m under age and he couldn’t buy 2 drinks at a time…) and I got a little tipsy. Note that I haven’t drunken anything in awhile, plus I had 3 drinks at the pre-drinks (as opposed to having 3 and being friggen wasted like half the people there..).

It was a good night all up I guess, we danced (or.. moved I guess). I have no rhythm. (It’s because I’m white..). And the photos. Argh @ the professional photos. I swear I look like an elephant. I’m not exaggerating./ However, you can see the ones we did at his place on my flicker.

The not so good;

So yeah, Sept also brought out some pretty bad stuff. Well nothing to bad.

I’m not sure when this happened, it was just some time in Sept. After the formal and wedding. But I ran out of food. Yeap. I was hungry for a few days.

“But Jana, you had an agreement with your next door naughbor (N/D/N)  that they get free net and phone if they sat with you in the car when you go shopping, so why didn’t you go Jana?” I hear you ask.

Because everytime I asked, they made me feel really low. Like I was asking for money and I was a bum on the street. The way they looked / talked to me. So I stopped asking. My own fault. But I am honest to god sick of people looking / talking to me like a peice of shit.

SO. I came home one day, tired from work, upset because I had *toast* for dinner. Yay. Only to be told via answer phone that my Great Nana had passed away. Yeah. The very bad of Sept.  So I called my Popa (The one who left the message) in tears, and he said that she passed at 2pm that afternoon. And that she was pretty… Gone.. So she’s in a better place. It was still sad. After I hung up the phone I called my mum, told her about Great Nana, and about how I hungry, and didn’t want to even ask my N/D/N to take me to the air port becase of how they made me feel. Her reply?? “Call Alison”.

Call Alison I did. I called her crying, most likly not making any sense an spat everything out. About my Great nana, my N/D/N and how she acted towards me etc. And how I have no food. I didn’t intend on her to come out that night with food. But she did. Alison and John went mini shopping for me and brought me food enough to last till Saturday (Saturday gone). Talked me into cutting the net off for the N/D/N’s. etc etc. They made me feel better. To know I have someone who will be there. Even though I felt bad because I live 40mins away…

The next day? I had to ask for time off, even though I’d already had time off for a Wedding and a Formal. I felt bad. Ockie said yes thankfuly, because I really wanted to go and support my family. But my N/D/N’s on the other hand… heard me talking about ‘em the night before. Long story short, we did make up. I explain how I was feeling etc. And I was forgiven for whatever I said about her. The net is on.. and I haven’t asked for a ride into town as Alison has said she’ll drop of things I order online once a month. So I’m doing a big monthly shop from now on.

I went to the funiral. It was sad. I can’t say much about it. I meet lots of people who “Remember me from when I was this little”. It was a sad occasion, but Nana Molly is in a better place now.And dad was.. nice to me. He didn’t make me feel like I was doing anything wrong, or.. make me feel.. weird.

R.I.P Nana, I’m sorry I didn’t get to know you better. I hope you get all your stuff back wherever you are. You know what I mean. <3

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