T'was a sunny day in Nelson

Hello I have not been all too motivated to write lately. Partial reasons include the owner of Paradiso only allowing himself on the wireless now. I used to wake up at 7:00 am every morning just so I could be neurotic and do all my Internet errands. I now finding myself being a snooze button whore again, as I wake up make my oats and then skip to work in a flowered apron.
So what else is new???
The week at Paradiso has been non-stop celebration. As I sit here right now I am reminded of a Seinfeld epposodewhere Elaine felt pressured to eat cake because someone always had something to celebrate. (I'm pretty sure it's Seinfeld). The past week almost every day there is some need to celebrate. When there is no reason perhaps we celebrate just because the day ends in a Y or because we got out of bed and the sun rose. Today I find myself enjoying a lazy Sunday detoxing with soup, and water. Life is sweet.
As always I get over enthused with the potential for a dress up party. Valentines day was all of our day to shine. I figure thatValentines day really is the lamest day of the year, and the only way to make it cool is to make it so lame that it's cool. I made posters,baked cookies with my Irish Princess, and we all dressed up in goofy outfits. As much as the evening festivities were amazing, I think the highlight of the day was going to my work and supermarket all dressed up. It was myself, and my friends Patrice (Irish Princess), and a funny Canadian dude named Gerrett. Being the estrogen silly ladies that we are, we pranced around the shop giving strangers cookies from my little basket. It was impressive how much effort the Paradiso woofers put into their costumes.
Since then I have been working a tinge @ the liqour king and concluded my ham job yesterday. Tomorrow is a special day because I'm going to meet with a lady to score a job. It's for the company I applied for a few weeks ago. I called them back and hooked up a meeting @ a group home. It's right around the corner, and seems real promising. I meet with her @ 1:30 and she says if I like it then I can go and have an interview with her.New Zealand is so darling when you have a job interview. I think with bigger jobs they do it just so it looks good on the paper work. Usually you kinda go,and they will shoot the shit with you, and talk about a whole lot of jibber jabber. If they think you are not an axed murderer then all is cruise as. I really do appreciate the laidback attitude of NZ, it's really comforting. Out of all the places I was in Oz, I never really felt as at home as I do in Nelson.It'll be sweet once I get a place too, I've just been real picky with where I will live.
Paradiso
Paradiso is amazing....I must say, the people who stay here are sweet, and I am constantly meeting new awesome people. There is everything that you need here, so much in fact that sometimes you don't even want to leave the parking lot. It's so good in fact that it is probably the most distracting place I have ever lived (next to the arts factory in Byron). It's like a sparkle globe with thousands of little particles floating around all the time. Days do not exist, and everyday is a celebration. Because of this I find myself procrastinating at finding a place. I have checked out three places, and turned them down. I figure that if I could just morph the sparkles of paradiso into a shared flat then that would = euphoric bliss. I have this idea in my head that I want to live somewhere similar to where I lived in Toronto on Tecumseth St. In the meantime I will bide my time until the perfect situation comes along.
Anyways that's pretty much all I have to say...I'll talk to you lates!!!!!