And then there were Crunchies.

Still sunny on the Eastern shore. Me an' Grandma are having some iPhone complications, trying to get the pictures onto the computer from the phone. I've taken so many nice photos, but we've gotta download some stupid whatchamacallit for 20$ (US) before we can get the photos onto the computer. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

But we went to Kees and Joss' little cafe, ZiggZagg, for breakfast today. I could only focus on the milkshake. It was goood. Ran into some friends (Rowan and Alice) of the grand 'rentals while we were sitting there, sipping our wee lattes and shakes. Besides that, we've been all over town, doing grocerie shopping (Nutella- yum) and errands (ant killer. It makes the buggers fizz).

Might I mention, that my mum'll be back home next Thursday? I'm ecstatic about it. I can't wait to hang out with her and my dad. It's been more than a month since I've seen both of them alone. I've also got plans to spend time with Sammi&Rae.

I'll think of something more to write about later when I'm at Scottie and Jill's house. They have a herding dog named Finn, and woah, man. She is one smelly doggy. Kinda like Sika, for those of you who know how bad Sika can smell. I'm sure everyone wants to know this.

Chat later,
-Cat

5 o'clock somewhere~

Heya!

Guess who just finally got her lazy butt outta bed? Yours truly, of course! I think this is a record for me being able to catch-up timewise. Woo. It's almost one-pm. Went shopping yesterday with the grandparents, and probably would have bought out the store in all of it's Crunchie products if I could have. We got Crunchie ice cream, Crunchie cookies, and of course- the Crunchie Bar. Deliciousness that has only ever graced the mouths of Kiwis. Chocolate on the outside, and honey-flavoured sea-foam candy on the inside.
<-- Crunchie Bar

But anyways- I cleaned up my room in record time (not like it was dirty or anything- just putting away clothes). Every thing's all nice and organized. We hung up my button-up shirts and jeans, and both kinda realized at the same time that I have some sort of obsession with grey tones. Not like that wasn't obvious, but it was kinda funny- then I went all OCD and lined everything up from lightest to darkest. Not like you care, but hey- It's a blog. I tell you stupid things, and you read it.

So, as of last night, I have officially had one of the weirdest conversations of my life. So, you know how the planes have little, 1ft-by-1ft lavatories? Well, when you first get on the plane, they're all nice and clean. On the other hand, when you get off.... ugh. Gross-o. Especially when you're sharing the plane with approximately 350 other people. Grandma and me started discussing this, and then I ask, "Where does it all go?"

I'm sure all of you are fascinated by this.

She pondered this for a moment before replying, "It goes into... the atmosphere."

Which would be totally disgusting, but apparently is partially true. It goes into a holding tank that gets cleared out after the flight, but also, freeze-dried lumps of brown and blue stuff has been known to fall out of the sky, and onto unsuspecting victims. Whoops.

But otherwise, I'm going to go eat my Crunchie bar. Sammi, you better reply to my letter soon. Katina, don't make me kill you.

Seeya, peeps.
-Cat

Mornin'

Not really. It's a little past three pm here in sunny Napier, New Zealand. Yay.

Which means that back in good ol' Oregon, it's a wee bit past seven. Hm.

Last night (Tuesday for the US of A) we finally boarded our planes from Las Angeles to Auckland at about 10pm. Before hand, though, we hung out in the LAX/ANZ lounge for a few five hours or so, sipping coffee and eating sandwiches that seem to magically restock themselves when you aren't looking. An upside to this, (kinda) is that my grandparents are frequent fliers. In short, they've got a lotta flyin' points. The more you fly, the more points. The more points, the easier it is to get upgraded into fancy, super classy Business Class seats, right smack in the front of the plane. 'Cause, you know- we pay more, we should be able to escape first if the plane crashes.

Just kiddin'.

But really, though- On the way back to America, I'll take some pictures of those snazzy chairs- they've got pull-out TVs, complete with a choose-your-own iPod playlist. Suh-weet. The food wasn't as great as the chairs- ohh, I'm liking those chairs. After that, we raced with all of the other people who booked their flights to closely together, and managed to escape the rush-hour Kiwi traffic, making it in time to our 45-min flight from Auckland down to Napier. I'll put pictures of everything up eventually.


Landed in Auckland, and then went down to Napier. You can see 'em, right? Napier is on the Eastern coast.

Other than the sixteen-plus hours of planes flights and a holy crapload of turbulence (a given when your flying the Pacific), my day's been pretty good. I feel so nice and clean after taking a shower. A very loooong shower. My room's set up, and we're scheduled to meet my tutor after Grandpa gets back from his meeting with Adam and co.

There's also sheep everywhere. Millions. They will eat me.

Love ya peeps. Miss ya.
-Cat