prove-it.

Well it's been a whopping two months since entry's last. hell of a lot of living in those two months, and i'm tired and confused and out of breath but happy. my friend teddi wrote me the other day with sensational news (content has been edited for sensitive peepers):
"tinker bell and peter showed up in my window last night and gave the mapquest input information (top secret and widely unknown) to get to never never land!! so put any insecurities and anxieties behind you. because we are never growing up. and guess what else. they have the same chef there as that was working when hook was made. so that means pastel colored goop food forever! retirement is looking a bit less desirable. 401k plan? social security? morgages? tax returns, alimony, child support, health insurance, a total failure in economic security. f*** that s*** hard. we're living the dream honeypie. and its going to taste like strawberries dipped in moonshine with a whip hit on top."
so who's with me? i imagine nz is more or less the gateway, if you can get to antarctica from here i'd reckon you could go pretty much anywhere. friends, foes and family alike. join in me in this great emancipation! it is time we take matters into our own hands and shed our hard crinkly exoskeletons and fly into the night. formal education and paychecks are for phonies and these are our years. are you people as excited for the revolution as i am? oil will run out and tides will turn and the sun will rise again.

so yeah, exams went alright. feverish study and instant coffee cocktails did the trick and a week of finals dumped me into a week of goodbyes, with 6 airport trips in total and all to many "have a nice life"'s as a final farewell. friends that were everything dropped off the earth as quick as they came and so it goes. the good news is i now have about 16 douves and 4 hair straighteners and a drawer full of half used conditioner bottles. The fam could not have come at a better time for a two week warp speed tour of our little kiwi nation. 6 months is a lot longer then it sounds and how dearly i had missed their faces! Alex seemed about 7 feet tall, and how comfortable they felt. We managed to cram 3000 miles of pavement under us and a ferry ride dubbed the 'poseidon adventure' with flying espresso machines and the ferry bar turned vometorium. what's blue and doesn't fit? snowed into wellington, but we all shared wine and stories and there was always a cat underfoot. it was family at its finest and its a memory i'll have for a while with their faces glowing in the fire flicks. essentially we drove everywhere i had been over the past five months and hit west coast sea cliffs, glaciers, fiords and mountainy passes. dad triumphed as he always does by grinning and baring it with a shoddy co-pilot and driving into what should be oncoming traffic and mom came to the rescue with precious commodities of black beans and stick deodorant. they smelled like home and i loved them for it.

since their departure i've been slowing trying to settle into a grind again. i've been traveling with a group of displaced stragglers from last semester's crew in a party van reminiscent of little miss sunshine. we're cooking together and i think we're beginning to grow accustomed to each other's quirks and i spend much of my time palling around with a delightful little english godsend with the regal name of 'isla duporge' who is one hell of a crack-up. traveling has slowed, with the total lack of funds and winter passes often blocking the west and south from the rest of us. this has given me a chance to sort of revamp my living standards as a normal functioning human in society and i've even started climbing and a workout plan. laughable, but at least i have the Olympics for their fleeting inspiration. highlites over the past few weeks have been an all night drum and bass dance rave, beach nights with guitar and dylan sang in french, batman, speights-feuled romp through the college town of dunedin, michael phelps, and most recently an actual winter ball, where i was immediately transported back to our highschool gym as we danced our faces off to a 90's grunge cover band. i am studying more often then not for once, and my life is consumed by trees. i now own a hardhat and FOREsoc singlet, both considered the epitome of kiwi fashion. all i need is a flannel overcoat and my canterbury stubbies. i know this entry was a long time coming, and i want to thank you all for keeping in such close touch with me, you have no idea how much joy your letters bring to my face and it makes the distance close in on itself. huge pulsing waves of love to you all, across the seas and over the upside-down full moon.