I hate my local supermarket

Here in New Zealand, there are two major supermarket chains. They rhyme with Shmountdown and Cap’n’Cave. As an extremely broke student, I feel obligated to shop at Cap’n’Cave as it is   A: The cheapest and B: the nearest grocery store to me, and I can’t be wasting fuel.

Ideally, you’d be shopping at Shmountdown. There apparently isn’t too much of a difference in cost, they have better deals a lot of the time, and it’s a much more pleasant experience. You enter the perfectly air-conditioned hall, there’s always trolleys or baskets available for you to just take on your way as you prance merrily through the little gates. Everything is laid out in a way that makes sense, and you know exactly where you are and where you need to go. You can always access the thing you need to. It is quick, painless, and easy. Everything has clearly labeled prices. Continue reading “I hate my local supermarket”


As a full-time student, I find it difficult to scrape together funds (or energy or a will to live). Also as it’s going into winter, I’m pretty cold. Really cold. So the initial bright idea was to go the second-hand shops in search of some replacement chairs and more importantly, a cheap heater.

I ended up getting neither of those things. (I did eventually get a mini fan heater from my beloved Kmart for twenty dollars)

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Living with Boys

So, I have a boyfriend who has an apartment and flatmates. I’m there six out of seven weekdays most of the time, and pay for food and help with bills, so I happily say that I pretty much live there. This would be all well and good except my boyfriend has flatmates who happen to also both be boys. I never thought I was that picky about messes and unwashed dishes, so either I am secretly Monica Geller or boys are truly incredibly gross. Continue reading “Living with Boys”


As a self-confessed Lush lover, I feel quietly confident in my knowledge of their products. That’s not to say I’ve tried every single one of them because frankly, I don’t know anybody who could afford that!

I’m dedicated to lush for two main reasons: they’re ethically and socially responsible, and their products don’t irritate my super sensitive skin (usually). Because I have an unusual and chronic form of Eczema if I can find even some soap that doesn’t make my skin fall off, (gross I know) there is not much I won’t do for it.

It also happens that I’m very passionate about the fact that Lush makes more than just the famous bath bombs. (sidenote: golden wonder will always be my favourite one and it’s only sold at Christmas which hurts my soul). So without further ado, here is my completely unqualified list of favourite lush products-that aren’t bath bombs in no particular order. Continue reading “BEST LUSH PRODUCTS- NO BATH BOMBS!”

My New Blog

I have had this blog for a while, and haven’t posted in over a year. I needed to decide how much I was willing to commit to this, what I wanted to do with it. I had to know if I wanted it to be a hobby, to make it profitable, or just use it to develop my writing.

I also didn’t know what subjects I wanted to cover. Beauty, fashion, personal posts, music, etc. I still don’t know if combining them all into one place will work, but for now, it will work for me.

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Student Loans

As it stands right now, after my first semester at uni this year, I will be somewhere between 10-15 thousand dollars in debt (roughly). Not including accommodation loans as I’m not eligible for some reason. If I continue into the second semester, it will climb to around 20 k+.

I don’t want to start off my adult life struggling to pay my board and already several thousand dollars in debt. How’s that for a starting point? Continue reading “Student Loans”


I am a strange mixture of laid back and high strung. But even at my most carefree and blissful, I thrive on chaos and madness.

My absolute favorite form of chaos is the part when the whole place goes dark right before the act comes on at a concert, that’s a rush I live for.

Crazy, dramatic, insane things happening fuel me. Isn’t life just better when it’s interesting? That’s when there’s something to do, something to think about, and usually an objective to work towards. I don’t mean times when something really serious and awful happens of course, those times are just draining.

Life should be interesting, and the more interesting the better. ‘Chaos’ could be a small fight at school during lunch, which is over in five minutes. Or it can be when each and every single person that happens to be in the same group at the same time collectively goes insane. The latter is the most fun.


Sometimes it’s like I don’t exist to other people. They hardly exist to me after all, they are close but separate. Like theres a pane of soundproof glass in between me and other people and all I can do is watch people destroy themselves. It’s easy for me to say I could have helped them when everything is clearer in hindsight.

Like a war. Everybody is confused and scared but they always end the same. People die, it ends, and we pick ourselves up, add a few patches here and there and carry on.

I never understood war. It’s like the phrase “the pen is mightier than the sword”. War is the most sadistic counterproductive thing I could think of! Is it much more immediately satisfying to punch somebody in the face? Fuck yeah it is! But that only lasts for a day. The key to winning anything at all is to educate.

People are always going to oppose what they don’t understand.

The only people who are a threat is an idiot with power, or an intelligent man amongst sheep waiting to be herded. He may start off as a good man but it’s so much easier to tell somebody to do something than to do it yourself. Thus he becomes a dictator; dehumanising those working for him and becoming the idiot with power.