The big 3-oh

Yep, I'm 30 on Monday.
There's a whole lot of stuff running around in my head right now. Most of it's good. I won't bore you with the details, but I've made it to 30 despite some of the oddest things happening. I've learned a lot (and I do mean a LOT), and there are things that if I could go back and fix I would, but mostly I'd leave well enough alone because then I wouldn't be here having this internet conversation with you lot.
Blah blah blah revelation epiphany etc.

I might go back to bed and read. There's boozing to be done tonight and I need to be rested up for it. Yep.

I'm spending less and less time in here - it's just...meh. Facebook has more fun things and LiveJournal has people I actually talk to. Bebo is one of those things that I don't much like because it's full of illiterate 17 year olds insisting that they're ghetto fabulicious, but it keeps me in touch with my hospo-whores.
So:
Livejournal: Username fuvenusrs.
Facebook:  Rhiannon Davies
Bebo: Rhiannon D.

Look me up.

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Mmm delicious endorphins

My leg tattoo's finished. Photos will follow, just not when it's bleeding like a stuck pig. (Booze the night before tattooing is a DUMB idea. Alcohol = anticoagulant - BLEED. Serisouly, it's like that bit in The Shining with the elevator...)

Last night there was boozing. It was good because I haven't done the Friday after work drinks thing in AAAAAAAAAAAAGES, so there were fush n chups and beer and then some vodka and some more beer and then some vodka, and then the salsa band started playing and Anita and I danced, only we had an argument over who was going to lead (it should have been me because I was the one wearing the pants. Her arguement that she was taller than me was slightly flawed, because she was wearing a skirt, which is obviously girl clothes, and girls don't lead.) Then everyone packed off to Ernesto, and I went home to shed some layers because there was going to be dancing later and I was wearing all of the clothes in the world. The reason that small African children run naked in their villages is because I was wearing their clothes yesterday.
Then there was more booze at the Bristol, coffee at Midnight and then dancing at SUb9 because GingerBrown was playing for the Design School ball. The Aviators were also playing so we caught the tail end of their gig, which was nice. Sub9's new bartender looks an awful lot like Warwick, only his name is Wolf and he's from Germany, apparently. I approve.
The music was awesome, but the design students were decidedly not. The theme was fluro, apparently, because every man and his dog were dressed like the 80s had thrown up on them. I spent a lot of time looking at Kathryn and looking at the band and not looking anywhere else. OMG. There may have been some David Attenborough style commentary about the mating rituals of the brightly-plumaged design student and his slightly dowdier female.

Tomight there will be more Ginger Brown at Tupelo, which is good because there won't be any horrible fluro. This is a things to be commended.

I've also started taking German language classes because I've decided that in early 2010 I'm going to go to Berlin for a few weeks on holiday and I want to be able to talk to people when I'm over there past the standard retard-tourist blether. I've learned a few phrases, but why I'm bringing this up is because the phrase immer allein means "all alone". Now, the teacher is a fairly theatric person and uses a lot of acting to get across what she means, and when she's acting out "ich bin immer allein" she behaves in a meleancholy and depressed fashion.
I don't know about you lot, but I like being all alone. It gives me a chance to think. Yes, I do like company, and I do like hanging out and having fun, but if I'm constantly around other people I get twitchy and snarky as fuck and then I'm immer allein again and can clear my head.
I'm failing to see immer allein as a bad thing. It's like thinking of single as a death sentence and carnivorism as the unwritten 8th mortal sin. It makes no sense.

Damnit leg, stop bleeding! *shakes fist*
I'm looking at getting my arms done next. Possibly something based on the Bosra plaiting in the amphitheatre in Syria. Possibly. For now I'm going to take off the gladwrap and get rid of some of this mess...

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No more hospo. It’s for the best, really.

Last night was my last night working in hospo. So naturally every man and his dog and his dog's fleas came into my bar and it was raining and we were two bartenders down and there were irritating people (we're 3 deep at the bar and about 150 across, counting the sidebar. WTF makes you think that we have time to stop and make you fries?? Go to McDonalds if you're hungry, I have booze-wanting people to get rid of), and people that shouldn't have left the farm, like the guy who was using his sheepdog whistle in the bar at the beertaps and deafening the poor bar tenders and patrons within 50 feet of him, so I yelled at him and he was most apologetic, then asked me for booze and I said no. Grrr. Then it all cleared out because the band finished and there were only a few people left. One of them was a guy in his 50s from Dundee who offered me $600 to finish my shift early and go home with him. AhahahahahahahahahahahahaNO. He then proceeded to show me that he had the money should I change me mind, and then was very swiftly told to leave the bar by the bouncer. I am many things, but a whore is not one of them, and is probably never going to be. (And at least now I know what people are willing to offer too. It's actually quite amusing to think he was offering me four times what high-class hookers charge, and a fucksite more than what the usual corner girls charge. But there's my self-respect I have to deal with as well...)

By closing time I was also quite prestigeously drunk as well. It was ace. Not as ripped as I was the last time I went out with Anita and got riotously smashed, but close. This morning was spent being Very Careful.

But now I have no more hospo. My weekends are now free. It's kinda strange to think I don't have to book time off in advance if I want to go and see something. So to celebrate, I'm going to see Minuit on Saturday. Win!

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Sweet Jebus H

Not this weekend but next weekend, I'm going to not work weekend nights for about a month.
Holy crap, I'm actually going to have a life!
Just in time for Minuit too...Aces!!

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Sometimes I think too much.

 I've started watching Life on Mars too. It's good. Although it's jarring with my understanding of physics a little, mainly because it's a Law of Physics (which ye cannae break) that matter can exist at different times at a single place (so, the headphones that are sitting on my desk right now can, at a later point in time, be elsewhere), but not different places at a single time (the headphones that are currently on my desk at this point in time cannot also be on my head at this point in time.), and the hero was apparently 3 in the particular year that he got pulled back to. (Although his physical body is still in 2006, it's just in a coma, but his 1973 self still has physical interactions and feels pain [like when he gets kidney-punched by his boss], which is making me ask questions about whether or not the subconcious is an actual thing that can transmit physical sensations to the body, and if it can, how do we define what is a "real" sensation with an external source and what is a sensation that is fed to us by the subconcious, and which sensation do we allow to define the way we interact with the rest of the world, given that our personality is made up of the results of out various interactions with other things.)

For now, I have some gingerbread biscotti to interact with.
(Which sounds much dodgier than it is, I assure you. It's not that kind of biscotti.)

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Another thing to cross off the list

I got my first concussion last night.
It was kinda weird - I was working at Boogie Wonderland for the night, and I was leaning past this woman to pick up a glass and she decided that particular point in time would be a brilliant moment to start gesticulating wildly. Her elbow connected point blank with the bridge of my nose and life got a little interesting.
Please, keep in mind that I've not been belted in the face for about 12 years, and never in the nose, and this woman was doing her hardcore drunken flail, so she managed to make me stagger a bit, and then there was a The Shining-style torrent of blood from my nose and the entire world went white, then it went blue (which was odd), and I had to fight really fucking hard to stay on my feet. It was around about then one of the bartenders came up and asked me where a set of drinks was going. I looked up bloody-faced and shrugged. He asked me again and I ignored him and went into the bathroom to clean up. It got a little difficult to keep my feet in the bathroom too, so I spent maybe 10 minutes on  my haunches with wads of toilet paper to my face and taking massively deep breaths and trying to will the stomach cramps away. It took a little while to stop the bleeding, but after that I could kinda straighten up and went back out into the club. Only the awful didn't stop with the bleeding. Oh no. There was the full-on nausea and vertigo when I stood up, the dopplering of colours* and shortness of breath that just didn't fuck off until I was half way home. I remember going to see Tamsyn at the Big K because I was completely miserable and in pain and needing some comfort**, and I remember almost blacking out again there, but I don't really remember getting up the hill and home. I remember making a hot water bottle and going to bed though, so it can't have been that bad.
Today I am a little slow on the up take (slower than usual. Shut up.) and a little headachey and my sinuses hurt, but other than that, I'm fine.
It's not the kind of thing I'd recommend that you do for shits and giggles on the weekend, but yeah. Been there, done that.


*Like you get when you're starting to come up on acid, only without the energetic kittenlike playfulness and a whole world of Oh Dear God This Sucks.

**Sometimes I am a soft bitch. It comes with the whole ovaries thing.

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End of a drunken era

So I handed in my resignation at Curve officially last night. My last night there is on the 9th of June, and after that I have no idea which bar I'm going to be working at, but hopefully it'll be a nice one.
There are many things that made me leave: The fact that it only had about half the stock that a fully functioning bar should have. The fact that Mark's a dick and I have absolutely no respect for him. The fact that there are no customers and the place is haemmorraging money and will soon get to the point where it won't be able to pay my wages, and I don't work for love.
It makes me sad. No more throwing ice at people. No more making blowdarts out of straws. No more arsing off with JD.
However I really, intensely dislike being bored, so I really have to go.
*sadface*

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Smack my bitch up

He hit me and it felt like a kiss
He hit me but it didn't hurt me
He couldn't stand to hear me say
That I'd been with someone new
And when I told him I had been untrue
He hit me and it felt like a kiss
He hit me and I knew he loved me
Cause if he didn't care for me
I could have never made him mad
He hit me and I was glad
Baby won't you stay...
He hit me and it felt like a kiss
He hit me and I knew I loved him
Cause when he took me in his arms
With all the tenderness there is
He hit me and he made me feel
Baby won't you stay...

So, let me get this straight. The narrator is so unhappy in their relationship that they've cheated on their boyfriend, and then the boyfriend found out and belted them in the face, and they're happy about that??

I like my version better.

He hit me
So I stabbed him in the guts and then kicked his bollocks in for good measure.
Fucker.

Hitting people is ok if a) they hit you first, or b) it's part of a consensual game between adults with safewords. This strikes me as being neither, so wtf??

For a relationship to reach that stage of misery there must have been a lot of miscommunication/uncommuncation. And they should have broken up ages ago. Or perhaps not have been dating in the first place. I realise that this is only a song, but this kind of thing happens in a lot of relationships, and it confuses the everloving shit out of me.

The lines that scare me the most is
He hit me and I knew he loved me
Cause if he didn't care for me
I could have never made him mad
He hit me and I was glad

Because invoking anger in someone you're meant to be in love with is an entirely healthy thing. Yep. What the hell were the people in the 60s ON to think that this was any kind of decent relationship? For fuck's sake, no wonder our parents are all prozac'd out.

In other news, I'm bored. Seriosuly, desperately bored. I'm starting to feel a bit trapped in my own head and in my own lifestyle, but I've now quite Whitireia and am in fulltime employment as a store monkey till July, so hopefully that'll snap me out of it. It's getting to the point where I want to get rid of everything I have and everyone I know and run away to another country with a completely different culture and do everything differently. I tend to get a little stir crazy every few months, so this is nothing new, I just need to grit my teeth and get on with it.

Although the temptation to pick up, pack up and piss off is VERY VERY STRONG.

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My opinion, let me show you it.

Ok, I don't get political, but this latest killing-spree at Virginia Tech has me sad. Mainly because the NRA are using it as a platform to promote gun use. 

"All the school shootings that have ended abruptly in the last 10 years were stopped because a law-abiding citizen – a potential victim – had a gun," said Larry Pratt, the executive director of Gun Owners of America.
(www.stuff.co.nz)

What Larry Pratt (apt last name too, btw) is failing to mention is that the killing sprees that have happened in the last 10 years have been ended by the shooter being either bought down by police, or the shooter killing themselves. The latest one being the V-Tech killer shooting himself in the head. The police may be law-abiding citizens, it's true, but the people who are actually doing the shooting? Not so much.

Larry Pratt is trying to claim that maybe the shooter would have been brought down quicker if there were more students with handguns to protect themselves; but what I want to know is how the rubbery yellow fuck does having a campus full of panicky students with handguns all shooting at who they think is the shooter make for a safer campus? There are 32 dead at last count. If there were more students armed there would definitely be a higher bodycount, and most of it "friendly" fire.

This makes me sad. Very, very sad. Sure, it says in the American constitution that people have a right to bear arms in order to defend themselves, but really, at what cost? In the last eleven years there have been 35 highschool/university shootings in the US alone. In America there are 30,000 gunshot injurires per year because of the lax gun laws. I don't think that the constitutional right to bear arms should be taken away, just regulated to all hell so that people carrying firearms either the police or in the military. They're the ones that you should be looking to to defend yourself and your country, so there's really no need for the average homeowner to have firearms.

I actually don't have any words for what I'm feeling about this. I'm sad and I'm angry and I'm disappointed and I'm thanking all the Gods that ever there were that I live here. I can only hope that America gets handed over to someone decent in the next election so that way things get better.

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All my life, people say to me You cunt! To them I say You can!

It's kinda funny how, in my thirtieth year, I have lost almost all ability to be sympathetic towards people, even when they're my friends and I love them muchly, when they do something completely fucking stupid.
Making big doe eyes at me and looking sad isn't going to illicit the "awww poor bay-hay-bee" response combined with cuddle-o-matic arm reaction and big snuggles, it's going to make me look at you dead in the eye and say "Well, you won't be doing that again in a hurry, will you?" and then tell you to go forth and stupid no more.

I are tired Rhi. This are tired post.

Last night was the night of domestic dramas. Seriously, every man and his dog that came into Curve last night was having some sort of row with their other half. There were people yelling down phones and slappings and haranguings and carryings on, and by the end of the night I just wanted to hide. It also didn't help that at the beginning of the night I was being skeezed on rather badly by one of the DJs girlfriends, which made me slightly unsure as to laugh or cringe a little inside. Oh well. She was foxy, so I chalk it up to amusement.
And it was fun because Emma came in and was most helpful. We danced and took the piss out of everyone. And I laughed at her because she had a hickey!!! OOOOOOO-ER! She is fun to work with. And the tiniest person in the world. Seriously, she's shorter than me even when I'm out of my gigantor boots.
Tic came in and was less obnoxious than usual. I think he wasn't quite as drunk as he normally is. It was kinda funny because he leaned over the bar and asked me if he could buy drugs here. I smiled and said "Of course you can officer, what can I get you? Blow? Smack? E? What's your fancy?" He laughed and asked for vodka. He left before he got too drunk (and by drunk I mean irritating and making me want to hit him), which was also good. I think he might be tolerable if he keeps that kind of thing up.
The DJs, of course, were fantastic, but I was tired and didn't really feel like dancing. It was starting to show a little when people would come up to the bar and bark their orders at me and I'd look at them with disdain and refuse to serve them until they said "Please". One guy barked "Corona" at me, so I told him to say please, which he did, then he was paying by eft-pos, and I reached over to take his card when he asked me what the magic word was. I put the beer away. Suddenly he was the most polite person in the world. Funny that. Then there was the guy who bought his beer with cash, only wouldn't let go of the note when he held it out to me. Again, I put the beer away. The money was handed over and he got $5 change back in 50 cent pieces. (Do NOT fuck with the bar staff at 0430, they will be angry and cut off your booze.)

I made a brief appearance at Rosie's party, which was fun because I got to see That Fat Bitch, Ash and Bubbles and Bex and a whole bunch of folks that I hardly ever see any more, so that was good.

I finished work at about 6:30, weary and sore and grumpy. Then I got to collapse for a couple of hours and then go and sit in the sun at Jez and Andrea's cardeck. It's looking lovely, and I got to go and catch up with a hole 'nother bunch of folks that I hardly ever see.

Now I'm sitting at home where there is no sun, so I'm a little chilly, but it's been a good day. Yes.

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