muppets!!!!!!! AHHH!

I have forgotten so many things to say so i'm just gonna group them together....little stories, facts, and other such....

FACT: there are 4.2 million ppl in NZ, 17 million sheep, and 36 million possums. NO HOLD ON. possums, which is spelled correctly here, are not our kind of opossums. they are like a mix btw a raccoon and a crazy squirrel. people HATE them here because they eat so much vegetation. hate hate hate them. i think they are kind of cute though.

MUPPETS, FUCK!: ok, this story is slightly/very messed up. So yesterday, mark and i were walking around queentown by ourselves. we came home and knew Allans other roommate, who was out of town was possibly going to be there (allan was still at work) we walked to his house and saw a new car so we thought he was there. we each gave eachother and "Oh fuck" look and kept walking. REMEMBER, he is the one who has 5 pitbulls chained up in the backyard and feeds them sheep--there are bones everywhere! so in the back of my mind i'm thinking this guy must be such a nutjob. but then i think, well, he can't be that bad, allans living with him....HE WAS WORSE THAT I COULD HAVE IMAGINED.

we walk in and hes in this room just getting sosososo high with this other guy who looked like he was part devil. i am polite, say i'm mari, allans friend, etc....he just stares. so then i go back to mark, we grab 2 beers and go sit ina corner outside on the deck. i immediately call allan and tel him to get the fuck home. during this time, we go back in the kitchen and find a note on an envelope that was written in sharpy and possibly a knife. this is what it said....

"DO I HAVE
TO SPELL IT
OUT! NO ONE
GOES INTO
THE BACKROOM!
OUT OF BOUNDS!

MUPPETS!!! FUCKK!!!!"

so mark and i instantly are like...we are going to die. die die die. so this guy comes outside and was real confrontational, says its not cool that we are the in the room, but he wasn't mad at us (yea right) just at allan an the other for letting it happen---BECAUSE---apparently there was a pot growing in the room next to us---obviously it stunk so bad. so mark says " well we are only here for one more night, is it cool if we stay?" and he says " well actually no" so then i freak out like a baby, which i was late made fun of for, and say " We can leave right now! I can get my stuff right now and leave! its ok!!" but then he tells us he locked the door.

so of course i have to go through this tiny window and break in. we end up staying the night and living in fear. so scary. BUT the moral ofthe story is, he called us MUPPETS. who the hell calls youa muppet? he used the word MUPPET instead of asshole, jerk, fuckhead, etc......allan, mark, and i were DYING laughing about it. so now whenever i get mad at anyone i'm gonan call them a MUPPET!!!!

NEXTTTTTTTT.........

starting my wwoofing job at the orchard in Renwick tomorrow picking blueberries, plums, etc. i really hope its good bc i want to stay there for 2-3 weeks. i'll keep you posted. in christchurch right now staying at the same poeples house before---lauri and lindsey. they are so great can't get over it.

HEY what is with the 12 year boy from england being a father?? WTF??

my clothes are getting dirty. its pretty cold down south...brr!!! ok, gonna drink some tea. write more soon.

can you believe obama is sending more troops over? i'm confused.

see ya later....MUPPETS!!!

oh, saw mt. cook today--check it out. awesome!