Ok so in exactly 8 days I leave Christchurch, that’s 6 working days, which are the only type of days that matter to any government office – like say the British High Commission in Wellington. I guess you could say I’m getting slightly anxious with regard to the process of my UK working holiday visa application. And yes I am all too aware that applying for it so late in the piece in no ones fault bar my own. That doesn’t ease my mind any, unfortunately. Still. Visa First (the company through which I applied, basically just so they could check my crap and increase my chances of actual acceptance) told me there is a turn around of 15-20 for visas usually. So my timing for possible processing kind of just scrapes in on the lower end of that scale. From the date the British High Commission received my application to the last date I can receive it (while still in Christchurch) is 17 working days. Technicality much? How can it actually take that long anyhow? Efficiency is the name of the game people. (/end bitterness over fact that I am pulling double and sometimes triple shifts and yet people in visa office certainly need not work this hard). Am hoping aforementioned bitter rant does not wreck my karma and screw up any possible positive resolutions in way of accepted and received application.

I need to receive my *hopefully* accepted visa application and passport (yes, I currently have no passport, it is with the British High Commission too) before NEXT Friday. Because I leave Christchurch to road trip up to Auckland … and fly out of Auckland to London 2 weeks later on Friday 22nd August. So – I won’t be returning to my apartment in Christchurch, meaning if my application and passport arrive after next Friday … I’ll have a hell of a time trying to get them… being as I’ll be living out of a campervan for the time between leaving Christchurch and flying to UK.

To rectify this awful wee pickle I’ve found myself in I’ve been trying to get in contact with the big wigs in visa applications at the Embassy in Wellington. I phoned the general enquiries line and they gave me an 0900 number to phone instead, informing me that I would be charged $3.30 for the joy of using that 0900 number. They also suggested I send an email. So I wrote up a big wanky sounding letter reminiscent of the fact that I’ve spent the last week doing legal assistant work…and I sent the email off. A few moments later I received an autoreply informing me that they would endeavour to reply in 5 working days. That takes us to next Tuesday at the earliest. Yeah. Ok. That would be too late, buddy, seriously, if my query could wait a week, would I even be making said query?

So I tried calling the number, redialing for most of yesterday… and most of today. Busy signal everytime. Can’t begin to tell you how frustrating it’s getting. The hotline is apparently open until 8pm so I’ll keep trying until then. Anyway, the shitty thing is that even if/when I do get through … it’s still not definite that my little situation can be helped. As in, I’ll probably get through just to be told that there is nothing anyone can do to speed up the process and stiff shit, deal with it. Uhohs.

Looks like I might have to change my flight date and either fly back down to Christchurch to pick up my paperwork… or pay for reception at my apartment to courier it to… somewhere… or stop off at Wellington & pick it up from the Embassy (?) on the roadtrip from Christchurch to Auckland …. Or postpone trip indefinitely? … AND those options are assuming I even get granted the damn visa. If they deny me then I truly am up shit creek without a paddle, aren’t I? Buggar.

Please Universe/British Visa In Charge People in Fair Wellington Town: grant & deliver me a visa to England land this week? Or next, at the latest. Seriously. The end is in sight so I'm feeling a wee bit nervous about UK stuff at the minute. Me & the boy are set to leave Christchurch in 2 weeks. We'll then trip around NZ for another 2 weeks, then fly to England. So that means I have two weeks to recieve my visa... & then... well, not sure exactly what happens if I don't get it sometime in the next two weeks. Or erm, if I was to not be granted it at all. That would suck. & change the plans for the nxt year of my life. Not sure how, but I'm sure it would. Time will tell, right? Anyhow. The L Word is on. And I got me some perving on Jenny to do.

I managed to get my knickers on the right way around today. Proud.

In other news, have managed to catch myself a cold. I feel awesome (read: shite). Think it might be man flu (ah.help.ah.menarefoolsssss!). Need to do groceries (soup, milk for hot chocolate, marshmallows & such) this arvy when I get off work so that I can come home & not leave house all weekend. Yes. Sleep. Tv. More sleep. & hot chocolate with marshmallows. It's been raining for the past couple of days anyhow so it's quite probably going to be like that for the weekend too, so it's not like i'm missing out on playing in the sunshine. PLUS. Really need to write some articles for TL as I didn't do one yesty or today yet.

Aight. Best be getting myself back to work (just came home for some lunch & dr phil fix) ... <3

Can I just say, yesterday I wore my knickers inside out for the second time this week. I discovered this at like 8pm (yeah, didn't take me long AT ALL!). I am so retarded in the mornings. Anyways, ready for another fab day... off to Starbucks for another writing session .... & tonight I have 2 jobs to go to, usual night job plus another quickie (2 hours or so, getting paid for 4 hours, gotta love that), taking minutes for some market research meeting. Fun times.

EDIT: Success! I have just lodged my Aussie tax return, and if the etax estimater thingymabob is accurate I will have a nice 'ol refund deposited into my account in a few weeks. Sweeeeet. Need all the pennies I can come by, damn pounds! Oh oh oh and in other money/pounds/english related news, my flatmate got a little notice that a courier had arrived for her today.... I am kinda hoping that the receptionist at my building put the notice under the wrong door and the courier was actually for me... and the package was in fact my visa... cross ya fingers for me?

Today has been one of those super fabulous days where the stars were aligned to provide a perfect combination of productivness & relaxation. I slept in until 9:30am, got up & headed to starbucks where I spent two hours writing and drinking caramel lattes, then I lunched with my boy (home made lasagne, real food! not from microwave!!)... & this afternoon I posted my writing from this morning on TL, actually took my own advice and decluttered my room ... & have just returned from doing groceries so that I didn't have to eat butter on toast or instant noodles for dinner (seriously. have had enough). Oh & confirmed work for right up until I leave for NZ road trip. I got shit done & I feel fab & it's 5:13pm meaning I still have 3 hours until I need to be at my night job. I win at life. Fully.

I think I'm impressed with all thats going on with TL at the minute. The readership is growing.... I am getting more uniques every day, more subscribers (my subscribers just about doubled last week) & loads more comments. I am also being nerdy & loving twirl, the twitter client, that I downloaded earlier today, it's very cool. (ps: if anyone that reads this has twitter, add me, I'm treslola)

I still haven't heard anything about my UK visa, but am trying to tell myself that no news is good news. Right? That's what they say. Whoever 'they' are. Anywho. *smiles* I'm sure all will be good... Hope it will be as me & the boy booked our flights the other day. Did I mention that? We are flying Singapore Airlines. Hope they do better than Luftansa and actually deliver my bags to Heathrow rather then leaving them half way. But yay! Flights... it's like three quarters real. That last missing quarter being the visa, kinda essential. Not sure of plan B yet (as in the one that kicks in, in the event of the powers that be declining my visa application), shall formulate if necessary.

How hot are the veronicas? So hot. Right? Like Mia Kirshner from the l word. Hottie.

Customer Service Rep today, Legal Secretary tomorrow... tis the life of a temp. Keeping my fingers crossed that an approved UK visa gets couried my way this week. Though that may be all too eager on my behalf. In other travel related news, I have been researching campers for me the boys road trip from Christchurch to Auckland.. and I think we can get a good price on a Jucy Camper with a shower & toilet (kinda icky but will save on hostels & shit, I'm poor enough as it is let alone deducting road trip money then converting whats left to pounds, I'ma be livin' on crusts when I first get to the UK ... or goon. Probably goon.)

Anyways. Rambling. Go see my new TL article! It's .. like. ... rad. Or something. Lordy I am beyond sleepy. I'll write something more literate tomorrow. After coffee. (Had a good latte at the Gift Fair job this morning. Suprising considering it only cost me $3.50, bargain!).

Another from the possibly inappropriatly personal blog stuffs pile... I don't like getting into really personal stuff on here, it is an open forum.. but I feel this one is kind of open to judgement, do the crime do the time? (or cop the wrath of a partner who blogs?)

I feel a bit hurt. Whenever Dr Phil or Oprah or someone does some sort of show about guys who watch porn and show the wife/partner having a cry about how it is in line with cheating and how hurt they feel about it; I've kinda just thought they should get a grip. Until like.. now. I've been letting my partner use my PC while I'm out at my night job and I was wondering why he has killed my download limit these past couple of days... I mean, I know he has been downloading music but he's done that before & managed to not totally exceed my download limit (500mb / day) ... so I had a wee squiz at my internet history to see if the answer was there. Well yessum it was. First answer: You Tube (doi). He had watched a whole bunch of clips from The L Word, that I have no quarm with as I have approximately 5925838 clips favourited (& its likely he just picked them up from there). What bothered me were the 22 images from "Nakie Nerds" and the 27 images of random FHM sluzzas that he viewed. OK... the FHM stuff is fine really, I read FHM so I can't judge, the girls are hotties.. but Naked Nerd? 22 different naked pictures? Thats not like an 'oops-i-clicked-on-the-wrong-link' kind of a number. & That pisses me off... was my boyfriend seriously getting off over girls that aren't me, using my computer and costing me money in excess downloads? Not cool.

I guess it just makes me feel like I'm not enough for him maybe... and it confuses me because he has seemed more into me than ever before lately. Constantly complimenting me and just seeming to be really happy in the relationship. I've felt like we've been closer & stronger than ever so I'm caught off guard with this shit. Maybe I'm just hoping these compliments were just compliments, not compensation for guilt or something. I don't think he'd cheat on me or anything like that I guess I'm just baffled that he's been deliberatly looking at near naked photos of girls that aren't me. And on the flip side of that I feel annoyed with myself for even caring, he is a boy after all... And we haven't been having what I would consider to be ALOT of sex lately, but I've just started taking new medication (and so am trying to come to grips with that and how it makes me feel) as well as working two jobs and trying to organise my visa, book & arrange england stuff- I haven't exactly been laying about on my arse twiddling my thumbs, I don't mean to be neglectful. Am I being neglectful in this respect?

I feel a little bad airing our relationship dirty laundry on here... but on the other hand, if he is stupid enough to look at naked girls on my computer and leave it in the history then he can suffer the consequences of me having an angry bitch on my blog about it. Not that he reads my blog, I don't know if he even is aware I still blog on here (he reads treslola occasionally though). I think it's just that I try to keep blog bitching about people to a minimum because I like to write with notion and understand that my audience is and could be everyone. That is, write and make peace with the fact that anyone from my partner to my mum to my boss to my highschool friends could be reading & judging me based on this stuff. So maybe it is not okay for me to have posted this. I would just rather to get things in line in my mind by writing then go full throttle with accusations at the boy.... I don't even know if its anything I should even worry about, big picture, big picture... how much does this matter? I can't help but think that even posting this blog post is an over reaction, then again, if he thought that viewing those photos was acceptable, why not do it with me around, why hide it (he's not good with computers, he probably won't have realised I could find it in the history) by viewing the stuff while I'm not around?

PS: Drunk girls told me I was hot last night, made me smile <3

OHmyLORD. I have not felt so full since like yesterday when I consumed 24 dumplings for dinner, yes really ages. I am attributing this feeling of bloated, indigestive disgustingness to he garlic naan I had over a curry lunch for the boy. Curry & me are good mates, I only ever have a mild mango curry anyhow so it never upsets me... garlic on the other hand, no go zone for me, I usually have plain naan but garlic naan came with the neato lil combo I had & I hate causing a fuss asking for menu variations. ANYWAY. Feel less than fabulous so am flat out getting some relaxing in before heading to Job #2 in an hour.

Overall, today was an extraordinarily productive day. I spent 2 hours in Starbucks writing an article about body image for TL. Also taught someone learning english that the correct expression when someone sneezes is "Bless You" (yes, random). I went to my biometric appointment at the immigration office. I booked my flights (via singapore, oi!). I sent off my documents and passport to the British High Commission (bye bye passport!). Did some groceries. & organised work for tomorrow, sunday and possibly 3 days next week with my recruitment agents. Tomorrow is reception... don't particularly like reception gigs, not much room for error... and it's corporate law so I have to at least look like I know what I'm doing - so hopefully its a quiet office with an uncomplicated switchboard.

Aight. So thats all from me, off to watch tellie and such (yay, shortland street!).

PS: I can't believe Sarah Silverman and Jimmy Kimmel broke up! I thought they were so cute together. ...Does that mean I get Sarah now?

I think the Universe was laughing at me today.

Not So Excellent Stuff To Happen To Kate Today:

Went who knows how long with blouse button open exposing bra & lady bits to staff at the law firm I temped at (and I thought people were staring cuz I was looking hot in my corporate gear. Sadly, no, they just saw boobs.)

My half days work turned into an 8.5 hour straight shift. Not SUCH a bad thing.

Ended up with toilet water all over self when cleaning loo at second job (special much?).

Slipped in puddle of urine (not mine) while scrubbing out a urinal. Ew & ew. Ended up with urine seaping through jeans into my thighs. Big massive ew. Poured bleach on self, it burnt, immediate regret & slap self for being retarded, twice over.

THERE WAS MORE... but the other things kind of pale in comparison to laying around in some random dudes piss.

BUT the day was certainly not all bad. In fact it was quite fabulous. Super duper excellent news: I recieved a courier with documents from the company handling my UK visa application. Basically, they've looked over my submission and reformatted as per British Embassy heaps important rules & guidelines & stuff. The only thing I need to fix is getting the copy of my bank statements certified which I expect just means a stamp & signature or something of the like. I have my biometric interview on Wednesday afternoon then I can send my documents straight off to the British Embassy people in Wellington... THEN it is a 15-20 (average) expected turn around for rejection or acceptance of application. Hoping mine falls into latter catagory. Because I haven't quite formulated a Plan B.

And on that note I am off to write for my poor neglected TL.

PS: Photos & write up about my heaps awesome road trip to the west coast & queenstown coming soon. Too tired now.

I'm alive! & back from road trippin across NZ with that spunk rat pommy of mine. We ate loads of awesome food, hiked through glaciers, drove through snow, bungy jumped off bridges (ok i didn't, he did)... & I believe I drank about 30 or so pints in a week. I mean, yesterday was Sunday and I think I downed 6 or so pints in the sunshine down on the strip by the river (mmmmmmm Stella, my friend). My body needs a beer detox.

Will update more later on - just got called in for a half day as a legal secretary so best get my sexy law stylin' on <3

My flatmate probably thinks I'm in here getting myself off over Kate Moenigg or Leisha Hayley or something. I've been sitting here saying "YES. YES. YES. YES. YES YES YES YES YES!! YES. YES." in an attempt to reclaim my bogan accent. Earlier today I noticed that I'm sounding kiwi when saying YES, thats right, I was actually doing that horrendous thing they do with their vowels and pronouncing YES as YIS. YIIIIIIIIS. Give me bogan anyday, bitches, haha.

Well. I went & did it. My visa application has officially been posted. HOW. EXCITING. I know. Oh. Get this right. I went and got my passport photo taken.. and it cos $19.90. What. the. fuck!? I was like :0 rilly? Bastards! Ha. It was a fugly picture too, isn't that always the way? Today has actually been a rather productive day in fact, I spent three hours making chit chat with my hairdresser ... so now I'm all snipped and black tressed. Fabo. I also managed to shoot off emails requesting copies of my group certificates from my aussie employers so hopefully I'll get a nice little refund coming my way in a few weeks. Would be rather nice. AND. I tidyed my room. Proud man, so proud.

I wrote one article for TL just now.. and am half way through another but am being distracted by all the fabulous music I've just popped onto my baby vaio. I kissed a girl and I like ittttt, taste of her cherry chapstickkkkkkkkkkkkk... ayy ayy Ms Perry! Tis all. Am off to concentrate on something productive.. like TL..

Fox Glacier tomorrow, so if I dissapear thats why. Apparently the nearest supermarket to the hostel I'm staying at is like 170 kilometres away. I'm guessing this means they won't have wireless.....

My skin sucks SO hard right now!!! I feel like I'm 16 or something, geeeez. Thankgod for concealer, right?

So tomorrow I'm sending my visa application. Talk about cutting it fine. I'm insane. I'm meant to be flying out on August 22nd! I'm now ever so slightly nervous about what Plan B should entail, you know, should my application be denied for any reason. The boy is so relaxed about it all... like as if I can just up & go regardless of the outcome of the application. ANYWAYS. Shall cross that bridge IF we come to it. Right.

In other 'its happening tomorrow' news- I have a hair appointment tommorow at 10am. Have I ever mentioned how much I despise going to the hairdressers? My last encounter took like, 7 hours, or something insane. I hate the nonsense chit chat, the shitty instant coffee and the way the girls are all so fucking thin & beautiful. I hate girls like that. But. My hair is looking like absolute shite at present so it must be done. I am going to dye it black too. I'll probably look goth with my irish skin & all.

I think once I get myself through the fun & games of hair cutting & chit chatting I shall treat myself to some cupcakes. Theres this super fabulous little place called Cupcake Parlour right by the salon. The chocolate frosting is amazing. I'd be such a heffer if I lived any closer to the joint, it's irresistable! Aight. Off to sleep now.

PS: 2 sleeps til Fox Glacier/Queenstown/No work for a week trip! How super exciting (I have been pulling double shifts for the last month or so... so truly is exciting to have holiday!)

PPS: I love the l word way too much, I'm so into Jenny at the moment (and Shane, but it's always Shane, right?)