they say you don't know what you got 'til it's gone / / they say that your darkest hour comes before your dawn

Tuesday, February 28, 2012


1. Do you think it would be interesting to visit a zoo in every state, or would that become boring after a while because you would be seeing the same animals over & over?
I still go to the zoo in my own city, and the only thing that was new were the pandas. I love the zoo.

2. When was the last time you entered a contest / raffle / something where you could win a prize? Have you ever won?
I reblogged a Daisy Lola competition post before. I once won two anime based competitions in a month, which I thought was highly amusing.

3. How long does it take before your hand becomes tired from writing a note / essay / whatever?
If by hand, I get sore after a few pages. If I type it, never.

4. Is there something you make & eat so often that you know the exact time & temperature necessary to cook it?
Popcorn, without failure.

5. Do you call it a strainer or a colander?
Trick question; they're two different things. A strainer has a mesh net, whereas a colander is a plastic bowl with big holes.

6. If you had to endure 4 hours of listening to music by one of the following artists / bands, which would be hardest to endure? What about easiest?
a. Eminem - Easiest.
b. Backstreet Boys - Second easiest
c. Lady GaGa - Hardest
d. Katy Perry - Second hardest

7. Have you ever noticed that sweat smells similar to onions?
I disagree.

8. What is the dirtiest room / area in your house?
I'd say the corner of the laundry where my cat's litter tray is.

9. When you input your first name plus the word ‘is’ into the Google search, what is the first thing that comes up in the dropdown?
Bianca Isgro. Turns out to be some chick's name.

10. Do you care about celebrities birthdays? If yes, do you do anything to celebrate?
Because they care about mine so much~

11. What is the most common word you use for potatoes [potato, spud, tater, etc.]?
Its most common and correct name - potato.

12. Have you ever collapsed from sadness & just laid wherever you were & cried until you couldn’t cry anymore?

13. Do you feel claustrophobic in tight spaces?
If water is involved, then yes. Otherwise no.

14. What do you think is the scariest thing about the world?
The size of it and how much is out there.

15. What would you do if someone broke into your house at this very moment? Would you be prepared at all for something like that?
Front door is locked, motherfucker.

16. If I said ‘zitch dog’, would you have any idea what I was talking about?


17. Have you ever made a traditional snowman, with hat, carrot-nose, coal eyes & all?
I've never seen real snow.

18. Where is the ticklest part of your body?
My feet.

19. Is there something specific you do every day at the same time?
I probably pee at the same time every day.

20. Did you ever think a thesaurus was a type of dinosaur?
This is the dumbest question, ever.

21. If you ever became famous, would you be willing to let the public view your Tumblr?
It already is. Fuck, stupid question again.

22. Do you know anyone that keeps making the same mistakes over & over again?
I do. Sooner or later they'll learn.

23. Have you ever stood behind a podium? If yes, for what purpose?
Assemblies at school and shit.

24. When you clip your nails, where do you usually do it? Indoors, over a garbage can, outside?
Over the rubbish bin.

25. If you could go anywhere for a meal right now, free of cost, where would you go?
That ramen store in China Town, or Ginza with Michael.

Monday, February 27, 2012

Moving houses while hungover is the worst idea.

Last night was my two best friends 21st birthday celebration - Ryan and Bradley. They decided to combine since it’d be easier on everyone’s liver and bank accounts, including their own. Unfortunately for Angela, this meant she was unable to celebrate her 21st on her actual birthday because the boys got in first. Happy birthday Ange !

We started the night at the RSL with free alcohol until the bar tab ran out, which wasn’t very long considering we’re all closet alcoholics. Celeste [the girl in the red above] and I attempted to take photos together with every single person we knew that showed up. We got about 1/10th of the way through, then gave up and had drinks instead. It was like 25 degrees that night, the air conditioning was that great, and everyone looked shiny because of sweat. Lovely.

Once everyone had settled in, the speeches came and everyone laughed at the slideshow of the boys when they were younger, drunk, and just being their normal selves. Both of the boys’ parents and family were there, and it was lovely to catch up with some of them whom I hadn’t seen in a long time. Everyone was rather keen to point out how cute and lovely my dress was, and I was rather blatant about how it kept falling down and my boobs were too big for it.

The RSL closed the bar off at 11:30pm, and everyone had to vacate by 12pm. In the mean time, most of us ventured to the smokers area, where I had way too many cigarettes to be acceptable. Michael pretty much had his entire pack that night, and Hannah gave me one of her Marlboro Ice Menthols that literally feels like you’re smoking a mint. At this point I had made plans to go to town with Celeste, Rachel, Hannah, Amber, “little” Hannah, and some others, which obviously did not go according to plan. When it was time to leave, Celeste and I got tired of waiting for everyone else, so we left. Our timing was horrendous as we found out that the last tram to town had actually left 15-30 minutes before we got there.

When we got back to everyone else, they had decided that walking to the Highway was a good idea. When we actually got there, the security wouldn’t let Michael in because he was “too casually dressed” for the venue. And by that, they meant his shorts. After about an hour of discussion, we all came to the conclusion that if Brad and Ryan were going to pay for everyone, Shotz would be our next destination. I tried to txt Rachel and the girls in town to find out where they were, but I got no reply. Saturday night was the first time I had been inside Shotz sober enough to see everything. Quite frankly it doesn’t matter how sober or drunk you are, that place is disgusting and smells of cat urine. I was over it the minute we walked in and made the logical decision to drink water seeing as their vodka is as cheap and nasty as Black Market’s.

Harry insisted that all of his drink glasses, and any that he could find around the place, would be thrown over the fence of the beer garden, which actually results in them being dropped into the underground car park next door. Some random German guy started talking to us, Harry got way too excited about languages and how “small” Adelaide is, and then took my camera so he could take photos of his throat :| I think we were at Shotz for an hour or two before we left. Ryan made us walk a good half hour because he was hungry and wouldn’t settle for anything less than Snag in a Bag, which was on the opposite end of the city.

We finally managed to hail a taxi after every single one of them either ignored us or picked up the people standing behind us. Fuckers. When we got back to Bradley’s house, I was too tired and sore from walking to continue partying, and so he let me sleep in the camper van. Said camper van was parked in his driveway. I obviously hadn’t planned to crash at his house, so I had nothing to sleep in but one of his shirts and my underwear. What I hadn’t noticed at night was that the camper van’s fly screen had holes in it. The heat combined with a dusty mattress caused my allergies to flare up. Both of my arms and the left side of my neck had welts all over the place, and I was either going insane from all the itchiness, or sending myself to burning hell whenever I scratched. I couldn’t win and waited to fall asleep once exhaustion had kicked in. I also hadn’t noticed that by having the fly screens exposed, it meant that you could see directly into the camper van, right were I was sleeping. My ass was exposed to the whole street.

All in all, the night was fantastic. What I didn’t enjoy at all was being forced into helping my brother move houses on Sunday, while severely hungover and in terribly humid weather. I’m just super duper glad that every weekend I have off from work is a 3-day weekend. I still have Monday to recover by, and then work Tuesday. Not everyone is as lucky as I am.

Friday, February 24, 2012

There's stuff stuck in my head.


That's the best I can do right now. Nothing is flowing. I've hit my writer's block and it's a tall fucking wall. This is what happens when I become happy. When I was depressed, I could bring everything out, but now I struggle to even describe how I'm currently feeling. I can't find the right song to suit my moods, I can't find the right moods to write in, I can't do it anymore. I've lost my muse.

I need to finish building my desk so I can have my own space. Space where nothing invades.


Monday, February 20, 2012



Rilakkuma Bear $4.00
Gameboy [Black] $2.80
Nintendo Console $1.90

Ahahahahaha. Fuck, I love eBay.

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Feeding Kermit !

His eyes stare into my soul whenever we make eye contact.

Friday, February 17, 2012

Hoo-hoo !

My best friend Rachel is fostering this Tawny Frogmouth for a while. If he can’t be rehabilitated then she gets to keep him. I’m meeting him Sunday. My best friends are a fuckload cooler than yours. Seriously.

Sooky lala

I love this photo of Hannah and I. I don’t know what we were laughing at but we thought it was hilarious. I like how happy you can see we are. She lives like a 2 minute drive around the corner and I don’t see her enough. She’s one of my favourites.

I have a terrible cramp in my neck.
I’ve just taken two Advils but I wish we had some muscle relaxers and not just painkillers. Or some Deep Heat or Metsal or something I could rub in so it’d go away quickly. I feel like I have a tension headache as well, from leaning my head to one side as to compensate for the neck ache I have.

Waaaah. Someone give me a neck rub or something. Having a sooky day. I just want more tattoos.

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Things I was meant to do today:

  • Go to Ink Kings and make my appointment + talk to Kraig about my thigh pieces.
  • Visit mother’s house and pick up some things there.
  • Go get my Future Music ticket.
  • Make an appointment for Ichigo’s vaccinations.
  • Go get some little food things that are missing from the pantry/fridge.
  • A little window shopping to work out what I can budget in for some personal shopping.
  • Pay some more off the Star Wars Xbox console I have pre-ordered.

Things I actually did today

  • None of the above.
  • Organised the design sketches for Kraig to work with.
  • Waxed & plucked my eyebrows so they’re perfect.
  • Cleaned the kitchen + did the dishes.
  • Cleaned up Ichigo’s kitty litter tray.
  • Played Sims 3.
  • Folding the washing.
  • Cleaned up the bedroom.
  • Painted my nails.
  • Briefly spoke to mother.
  • Texted Michael all day long.
  • Sat on my fat ass checking my bank account every 30 minutes to see if I got paid or not.

Reason why I didn’t do anything I was supposed to do today ? Because I got paid at FIVE O’FCUKINGCLOCK which is when all the shops shut and peak hour traffic kicks me in the ovaries. Now I’ll have to wait until Monday, when I have the goddamn free day to do it. Fuck.


This is pretty much the exact view everyone has when looking at me. I’m so short that people literally look down on me.

It’s 2:25pm, I’ve been waiting all day to get paid and I still haven’t been. I always have the day off whenever I get paid, so I spend it sitting on my ass refreshing my bank account to see if it’s gone in. I’m inpatient when I have rent and bills to pay, plus places to be before peak hour traffic kicks me in the ovaries.

Breastfeeding in public areas (e.g. restaurants, shopping centres, parks etc). Is it appropriate for a breast to be seen by the general public for feeding purposes? Or is it innapropriate and something that needs to be done behind closed doors?

The idea that breasts are exclusively a sexual "plaything" is the only reason why people have trouble with breast feeding. There are women in other cultures who don't wear bras or any clothing material over their breasts because they're not seen as sexual. And when people of cultural backgrounds who were raised to believe they're only good for sex saw it, they flipped their shit because they didn't know any better.

Now, it can't be denied that on a primitive level, breasts are somewhat designed for sexual attraction. When you get down to the core of why people choose a woman for their sexual partner, it somewhat comes down to her "child baring" body. If a woman's body doesn't show that's she's fit for reproduction, people skip over to the one that is, and a key sign is ample breasts and wide child baring hips. There in lies why people think they should be covered up and out of sight.

Anyone with any common sense knows that breasts are apart of reproduction and sustaining life. Before formulas were created, people had to deal with the knowledge that breast feeding was the only option. Even people who are from cultures without the knowledge of formulas know that breast feeding is natural and 100% acceptable. They're designed for what we use them for, whether people want to open their eyes to it or not. If they have a problem with it, don't watch. It's that simple.

There's this whole taboo about women's breasts that I won't go into but you get the picture.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Success !

Tomorrow is going to be an interesting day. So excited to make these plans. I'll be poor for a while, and a hermit to compensate, but I don't give a fuck.

Yippie !
Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.

Monday, February 13, 2012




Santa, the Tooth Fairy and the Easter Rabbit are all real. Pigs can fly and the Earth will end in 2012.

Sunday, February 12, 2012



I've been to work one day this week. I had my rostered Monday and Tuesday off for working the previous weekend, I went to work Wednesday, had sick leave for Thursday & Friday, which means Saturday, Sunday & Monday are my rostered days off as well. I've basically had a whole week off work. Maybe getting sick wasn't such a bad thing after all. I needed the break.

Happy Bianca is happy.

So if you couldn’t already tell, I love my hair. I treat it well and am always on the hunt for better products. The other week I bought Redken, and ohmygod my hair feels amazing. The ends are a little dry still and that’ll take time to restore, but the rest of it is silky smooth and ohso soft. I’m not usually a fan of leave-in conditioner because I don’t like having “crispy hair” but fuckmylife this shit is goooooood. A lot of people would rather just chop off their dry ends, but I prefer to restore them with treatments. Which reminds me; I haven’t done one in a while.

Also, earlier today, I somehow lost my phone. Doesn’t seem like a big deal but when it’s the only phone in the house, it’s not exactly a good thing. I would have called my phone so I could hunt for the sound, but like I said, no other phones in the house except for mine. Aaaaand I got that stupid Find My iPhone app thingy in case this happened, and I would have used it if my fucking iTunes wasn’t a piece of shit and didn’t freeze on me every time I opened the goddamn program. I looked in my bedroom, the bathroom, the lounge room, the kitchen & dining area but I couldn’t find it.

Know where I found it ? Sitting on top of my cat’s scratching post. I don’t remember why I put it there, but I did. Motherfucker.

Painted the town red

I’m running off 5 hours of sleep, my legs and arms ache, and my head pounds every now and again. It’s one of those days where I drink endless cups of tea and listen to nothing but Angus & Julia Stone. Every day is one of those days. The girl and boy duo above is Grace and Alex [most of the time we call him Upto] at Paul’s 21st last night. Grace played her first, and what I assume will be her only, game of Kings. Half way through the game, she quit, which is a big no-no but we allowed it since she kept passing out on Alex. Eventually the table became her pillow, and Alex’s knees and the floor became the destination for her vomit. The kid in the background is my brother. Putting us side by side will not increase your ability to see a resemblance; we don’t look alike. I also had my first “public” cigarette, and everyone just laughed at how my New Year’s Resolution was that “I’ll probably start smoking.”

I drove Ryan and myself into town to meet Kelly at Black Market. I fucking hate that place; the vodka is cheap and nasty, the mixers are always warm, entry is a fucking riot price [$15 ordinarily, $12 if you use someone’s door list - $2 does not make shit difference], the people are judgemental as fuck, the “air conditioning” is a giant fan that just blows around smelly hot air, the toilets are a bio-hazard, and most importantly - there’s no fucking beer garden. If you leave to go outside for a cigarette, you have to drink whatever you have in your hand(s), exit out the front door and then LINE THE FUCK BACK UP SO YOU CAN GET BACK IN EVEN THOUGH YOU’VE ALREADY PAID AND HAVE YOUR WRIST STAMP. The only good thing about the service I experienced last night was that coat hire was free, for the first time ever. Looks like I saved another $2, which wouldn’t buy me jackshit in there anyway. Dear Coat Hire Girl, thank you. I hope they keep you.

I found Belinda amongst the sea of black out of date scene/emo kids who were trying to pull of some sort of punk prep/high school/rockabilly/pin up/whatever is considered fashionable these days look. My friend, Lily, found Kelly, Ryan, Belinda and myself, and then took photos since she’s one of the resident photographers. That’s another bonus to an otherwise waste of space venue. Kelly, Belinda, Ryan and I proceeded to dance our fucking asses off so much so that we were covered in sweat in no time. With no air conditioning, it’s no wonder we started to melt. Kelly disappeared for a while, Belinda was heavily intoxicated, and Ryan was sucking face with some girl. Me ? I spent the night throwing my fists in the air, stomping my boots to the floor and screaming along to music so loud I couldn’t actually hear myself. Ryan had paid for parking, which expired at 2am. We hadn’t noticed the time until 2:20am, which should have resulted in a parking fine but didn’t for whatever reason.

Ryan and I left the city around 3:15am, drove to Brad’s house to hang out with whoever was still standing, found Michael pretty out of it, left them all there, got home around 4:15am, went to bed at 4:30am but didn’t get to sleep until 5am due to the non-stop ringing in my ears. That ringing you hear after being exposed to loud noise is sometimes called Tintinnabulation. Every time I experience it, I always think back to my favourite English teacher in high school, because it was one of her favourite words, and so it’s become one of mine.

I had the best sober time of my life last night, and I didn’t even feel upset about not being able to drink.

Social life>need for sleep

I've been awake since roughly 8:30am Saturday morning. I went to my best friend's house for pre-drinks at 4:30pm, which I didn't partake in because I'm sick and driving, then went to another friend's 21st birthday at 7:45pm, I ventured to town with my best friend to see another best friend at 12:40am. It's now 4:30am and I'm finally home. All the while sober as a fucking judge. Shitballs, that's an effort for me.

All I can hear is ringing in my ears. I need bed. And in all honesty, tonight was one of the best nights I've had in town for a long time. Right place, right time, right people.

Saturday, February 11, 2012

The Wombats is blasting through the house and I’m prancing around like a fool.

I'm baking choc chip cookies, and I'm slightly tempted to run down to the shops and get some icing sugar so I can decorate them a little bit. Actually, that’s a bit too much for cookies.

Edit: They turned out perfect. Crispy on the edges and moist and soft-ish in the middle. I could tell I hadn't baked in a very long time after my arm got sore while mixing the dough. Need to start cooking properly again.

Kelly and I have plans for a rather boogie infused night for later tonight as well. I may be sick and unable to drink [stupid antibiotics] but that doesn’t mean I can’t have fun. I need to find an outfit with flat shoes that won't make me cold, yet isn't too covered up because I'll get hot and icky from dancing all night. I hate that I have to go to Black Market, because it's not that great of a venue and their vodka is nasty cheap, but I'll do it because almost every single one of my friends goes there. On the plus side, none of them would dare step foot inside Red Square or HQ [HQ is slightly exempt from this because a lot of bands play there.]

Friday, February 10, 2012

Handmade Pay it Forward 2012

Amalia made me this for the 2012 Handmade Pay It Forward. I wasn’t expecting anything in the post, and when the mailman said Bianca Addams, I freaked out because I never order anything with that name.

Basically, what you do is post this on Facebook and follow it:
Handmade Pay it Forward 2012:
The first five people to comment below get something handmade by yours truly. In return, you have to post this same offer as your status & send out some awesome handmade somethings to the first five people who comment on your status.
Two rules: must be handmade and must be received by end of 2012.

I’ll be posting it on Facebook later today when people are actually home so it doesn’t go under the radar. I can’t wait to make something for people !

I never ever want to hear the saying "A leopard cannot change its spots" applied to anyone !


A leopard has absolutely no choice in how its spots are displayed. None at all. It is born with them and has to deal with them whether it likes them or not. Even if the leopard wanted to change its spots, it can't. Even if you wanted to change the leopards spots, you can't. It's beyond control.

When you apply this saying to a person who has made a mistake, be it the first time or a repeated mistake, you've basically shot them dead. You've just told them that this is as good as they'll ever be - They will never grow, never learn from their mistakes, and they will never change to be a good person. Any hope they had in themselves to become a better person has been crushed by your horrible words.

The difference between a leopard's spots and a person who makes a mistake is choice. A leopard has no choice in its spots, but a person has a choice to change. People can become better, they can learn and not make the same mistakes, but only if they know they have that choice. If all you ever tell them is that they'll never learn and that they'll always fuck up, they're going to believe you. Especially if you're a person who is supposed to love and support them. How soul crushing.

I hate that saying. Hate it. Hate it. Hate it. Human Beings will always have the ability to change. Always. Whether they choose to or not is a completely different story, but you're in no position to tell them they can't. How the fuck is anyone suppose to become a better person if you tell them that this, the fucked up person they currently are, is all they'll ever be ?

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

To the wanker who parked their dumbfuck scooter so far into the parking lot as to make it appear vacant,


You’re so goddamn fucking lucky I didn’t hit your stupidass scooter with my car, because if I had, I would have run that fucker into the ground. Next time, think ahead and, I don’t knowwww, maybe park it at the end where everyone can see your piece of shit “motor vehicle.”

Happy birthday !

4 lyf bruv~

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Hell-A Magazine blog number 1. Hank hates you all.

A few things I've learned on my travels through this crazy little thing called life. One, a morning of awkwardness is better than a night of loneliness. Two, I probably won't go down in history, but I will go down on your sister. And 3, while I'm down there it might be nice to see a hint of pubis. I'm not talking about a huge 70's Playboy bush or anything. Just something that reminds me that I'm performing cunnilingus on an adult. But I guess the larger question is why is the city of angels so hell bent on destroying it's female population.
~Hank Moody.

Monday, February 6, 2012


Finally got around to doing my hair. I love when it comes out exactly how I wanted (: Excuse my leopard pj top and grey track pants - I'm sick.


The sweet smell of peroxide in my hair.

Sunday, February 5, 2012

I'm listening to Coldplay and it's raining;

What is in the back seat of your car right now?
A pair of shoes. Had you asked when I still had my old car, I'd have to go check. I keep my newer car clean.

What was the last thing you threw up?
Water and bile. We had the worst taxi driver a couple of weekends ago. Fucking asshole.

Menthol or regular cigarettes?
Regular. Menthol is like nothing.

What is your favorite episode of Friends?
I don't like Friends. Pass.

Does anyone have any blackmail on you?
Lulz, no. I'm sure there's shit out there, but I'm not ashamed of it.

If you could marry any celebrity today who would it be?
My dreams keep telling me that sex with Tom Felton would be amazing.

Have you been to a strip club?
There is nothing infamous about strip clubs. Just hype from shit people. They're actually pretty average.

Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?
Can't see anything.

Are you wearing socks right now?
Bare feet all the way.

What was the last thing you had to drink?
Cup of tea. Always.

What are you wearing right now?
Track pants, singlet, leopard pj top.

Last food you ate?
Cashew nuts for lunch.

Have you bought any clothing items in the last week?
Nope ): I haven't done personal shopping in a few weeks. Unusual for me.

When is the last time you ran?
The other day at work. There was an urgency of some sort.

What's the last sporting event you watched?
No thank you.

Last person's house you were in?
Currently home alone in my own.

Last movie you saw?
Chronicle. Worth the mullah.

Who Is the last person you sent a message to on Facebook?
Hannah, but it was a chat conversation.

Ever go to camp?
Christine and I spoke about plans to have everyone camp out at her farm. Going to happen.

Were you an honor roll student in school?
HA ! I did what I needed to get good grades, but I wasn't a kissass.

Do you like sushi?
Love that shit, especially with Boost Juice.

Do you have a tan?
Naturally olive skin. That yellow-brown colour.

How old do you want to be when you have kids?
Mid-late 20's.

Have you ever drank your soda from a straw?
More than often, I prefer it. Unless it's in a can.

What is your age?

Are you someone's best friend?
Ryan got a B tattooed behind his ear for my 21st birthday. What do you think ? Next tattoo I get will be one for him.

What are your siblings' middle names?
Enzo, haha. Fuck.

Where is your dad right now?
I don't have one.

What was the last thing you said?
Outloud, I was talking to my cat because he was being unusually timid. In my head, I'm always saying shit to myself

What color is your watch?
My Fullmetal Alchemist pocket watch is silver, and so is my nurse watch.

What do you think of when you think of Australia?

Ever ridden on a roller coaster?
I have and it scared the living shit out of me. I don't think I've ever screamed like that before.

Who is the last person you were really interested in?
I was interested in Michael this time last year, and the year before. Still am.

Favorite gemstone?
I love diamonds and pearls.

Do you go in at a fast food place or just hit the drive thru?
Depends on who I'm with and if we're in a hurry. Most of the time; drive thru.

Do you have a roommate?
My boyfriend, but he's more of a bedmate ;)

Do you have any bad habits?
Plenty. I'm working on them.

What is your favorite number?
9. I like the way you write it and the way you say it. Nine.

Do you know anyone named Lori?
Goodness no. What a terrible name !

What color is your mom's hair?
Naturally, it's such a dark brown it looks black. I have no idea what it currently is as she's always changing it.

Do you have a dog?
Not anymore. Ichigo is my cat.

What happened to you in 1993?
I turned 5 years old and started primary school.

Does your first memory involve your dad?
The earliest memory I have is of my father beating my mother.

Do you remember singing any songs as kids?
Always with my mother. She had all sort of rock n roll playing.

When was the last time you went swimming?
Too long ago for my liking.

Has your luggage ever gotten lost?
Nope. I'm not a douche.

Biggest annoyance in your life right this minute?
Money woes.

Have you ever thought it would be cool to smash a guitar?
What a waste of a dramatic performance.

Do you like watching a bonfire?
I do indeed ! It's somewhat soothing.

Are you allergic to anything?
Lactose intolerant and stress. I break out in hives if I'm too stressed.

What is one thing you miss about your past?
Everything about my past that I love is still current.

Do you ever get flu shots?
Not since that time that I did and got the flu. I really should for work, but nah.

Favorite shoes that you wear all the time?
My Nikes. Comfiest shoes ever.

What is one thing you've learned about life recently?
Recently; that people are like trees. They start off small, grow tall and outwards, then some branches have to die and be culled so that newer and healthier ones can grow. Change is good for you.

Are you jealous of anyone?
Lulz. No. I have everything I want in life at this point in time.

Is anyone jealous of you?
Not to sound full of myself, but I know of a few. I have what they want most. It's understandable.

Saturday, February 4, 2012

What even;

These days whenever I have a sex dream, it’s about Tom Felton. Then I wake up with Paradise - Coldplay stuck in my head.

I read somewhere that if you dream the same thing twice in a row, it’s going to happen in real life. Guess I’m destined to have sex with Tom Felton.

Friday, February 3, 2012


You’re like that bitter kick in the back of my throat after a sip of coffee, that I only drink because it’s sweet at the start. And I don’t even like coffee.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Zumba challenge: day two;


Feeling much better about it. The moves don't seem so complicated anymore, and I don't feel so unco either. As long as I can keep up this mentality, 12 weeks will be nothing. After this challenge, I plan do to yoga for half an hour every second day, and a long brisk walk every other day. Motherfuckers, I'm going to be fit as before my birthday, which will make hitting my mid-20's so much easier.

Another plus that I love about getting fit is that my stress and anxiety levels will be under control. It's a good way to relax (: