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Auckland was good. Mostly. Being away from Christchurch and thesis related people and activities was good for the brain and emotional state and shoulders. Never realized how stressed I was until I got away from here. But it gave me time to think. Which sucks. I don't like thinking. An idiot, really.

Saw a lot of family which was cool. They all seem to keep growing. One of my cousins who is 16 is about 6'6" with a 3' afro. I met my cousin's little baby, Devon who is about 7 months old and my kind of baby. For one thing, he never cried or screamed once. He just sat and smiled and laughed and looked very happy. The other reason is that he is somewhat violent. I held him twice, and during that time he tried to claw my face off, rip out my chest hairs and used a jar full of beads to deliver a roundhouse punch into my face. Then he smiled and laughed and I couldn't stay mad at him. In conclusion, babies are cool as long as they are not mine.

Mum and Dad graduated. The whole graduation thing was surprisingly good. I expected to be bored out of my tree, but when they came on stage I was really quite amped and proud. Go figure. So I now realise why people go along to graduation.

Am adding three groupies to my list of groupies. Tim and Ben announced the other night that they would do pretty much anything for me (not that) and I take this to mean they have submitted to the raw and powerful force that is Dave love (not that). Yes, we were in the JP, and yes, Tim was drinking the bad drink - but ha! More groupies. I'm also adding Sarah because 1) she knows she wants to, and 2) Nic is my nemesis and I like to play with his mind.

I am a small and petty man.

But those that oppose me and go to the dark light side end up in Melbourne. Given that it is 27 degrees over there I might be getting more anti-groupies in the near future. Please note that I don't pay for the trip.

Ahh, yes. Paintball.

Nic has complained that I haven't blogged about the painball victory. Please bear in mind that I wanted to get all my facts in order before writing the Official History. And Auckland hasn't got access to the internet.

The weather was cool and overcast which is good paintball weather in terms of comfort, but unfortunately the balls tend to swing and seam a bit more than usual. The History team started off well, with Adam wasting over half his bullets in the first 10 minutes. I made it into the enemy compound before being shot in the neck and screaming like a small angry girl. On the upside, the welt looked like a hickey and some people actually thought I'd got some. Don't really remember what happened, but Tim stole our flag and History went down 1-0.

The second game was going well. Actually I don't really remember much of that either. Except that Dan stole our flag but couldn't be assed running back to pols and walked past Mike who shot him. Mike was shot by Nic. Richard ran from the scene crying, while Sarah Mac danced beside the flag allowing Nic to shoot her. My gun was not working (again) so I couldn't shoot Nic. Nic grabbed flag and I chased after him. Due to the fact that I am an incredibly stealthy, suave and swift beast, I was closing in on him without him realizing. Ben did and was shooting at me while cursing in a mad Scottish accent. Dodging his balls, I forgot about the drop and fell 10 feet onto my head and hand. Probably explains why I can't really remember much and can't turn right anymore. Later discovered, when trying to was the blue-black paint off my hand that there was no paint and my entire hand was a massive bruise. Massive. So although Nic and Pols one that game, at least I asserted my masculine right to be an idiot.

Then played several games of speedball. Hist narrowly lost each, although would have won at least one had Claire not miraculously appeared from the dead.

End result, History was the clear winner on the day. Not only were we rugged and smooth at the same time, but we had the guts to do crazy crazy stunts that could have affected our attention spa