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Casino carpeting is just as nauseating as a rocking boat
I’m currently rocking on the interisland ferry between the south and north island of New Zealand. An older woman carrying a vomit bag was just escorted by four gentleman toward what I’m guessing is the bathroom, or perhaps the backdoor. Meanwhile, Motion Sickness Jenny (i.e. me) is popping gummy worms like Valium in an…
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Hitchhiker’s Guide to NZ
TWENTY NINE DAYS OF FEBRUARY! Today on Skype, my mother informed me that on Leap Year, the tradition is for a woman to ask a man to marry her. Despite my entire extended family’s fear that I will never wed, I didn’t get the sense she was hinting at anything, which was nice considering my…
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Post Valentine’s Day notes on Pre Valentine’s Day
Yesterday was Valentine’s Day in the States. You had my pity. My Valentine’s Day wasn’t that bad in terms of the usual, “I’m single; I hate Hallmark; people in love are stupid and annoying,” as much as it was miserable because I wanted to spear my workplace and light it on fire. (Of course,…
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Move over Iowa, this is Heaven
Milford Sound or Mil-fjord My trip to Milford Sound began most notably with my having to pee. It’s my own fault, really, because I always insist on having coffee when I wake up. But it’s also the bus’s fault because they took forever to leave Queenstown, picking everybody up from his/her respective hotels. By the…
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Spiders at Night and Stripping for Wasps
I hate bugs. The fat executioner guy in The Mummy says he hates bugs and then gets eaten by scarab beetles, so I suppose I should use caution when making that declaration, but they’re currently on my mind because I just saw the biggest spider on my wall, and then it disappeared. …
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Move over San Francisco
Move over San Francisco Flashback to Dunedin I’ve been meaning to post about my last day in Dunedin because I did something cool with Elena. We went to Baldwin Street, the STEEPEST STREET IN THE WORLD. When I think of steep streets (I want to say “sheep streets” whenever I reread that), I think of…
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I’d like some warmer pants, please
Four Seasons in a Day Evidently, “four seasons in one day” is a song title, but I’ve been hearing it used to describe New Zealand weather, and I would have to agree that it’s accurate. (As I type this, I’m sipping tea, post a boiling hot shower, because I am SO FREAKING COLD.)…
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