god joke central in new zealand. for those of you that are unfamiliar with the term, a "god joke" is a term that was developed in my life and in others' to describe the seemingly impossible little bizarre bits of our days. some examples:

1) spring semester of last year i lost three sets of keys within 24 hours. my car keys, my house keys, and then the house key kincaid had lent me.
2) telling a friend that wouldn't it be delicious and lovely to have a restuarant serve peanut butter on waffles and then the next time that the two of you dine together you unknowingly go to a restaurant that does just that.
3) anne boylen complaining about how heavy her long hair could be right before her chubby hubby decapitated her.

here is the craziest one of all time!: two nights ago in our quaint hostel away from the city center of auckland robin and i were reading in the tv room where people were watching comedy central. without seeing the tv screen and only listening we heard the comic, in a hyperbolized southern drawl, say that he was from a small town in north carolina. that's strange, right? we were the only americans in our hostel and whoa, low and behold, we are from north carolina. AND THEN. he says "i'm from a small town called hickory." god joke supreme. do you see how only god could make that joke? what a hoot.

also, when we were in our first hostel in downtown auckland for two nights we shared it with six smelly boys. we were woken in the middle of the night to one of them falling off of the top bunk. it went something like this:
CLUMPBANG!
(three or four minutes passed by. everyone in the room was awake. no one seemed to care about our fallen friend.)
andy, an all-inclusive "boarder" (skate, surf, snow): dude, what just happened?
british drunk faller: looks like i fell out, doesn't it?
andy: you fell out?
british drunk falled: looks like.
andy: jesus, man.

love,
maggie