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

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Last night's last minute unplanned bbq dinner with supreme people.




Last night's Outfit of the day:

  • old Harley Davidson shirt I stole from my mother
  • Bardot oversized flanny shirt
  • old and ripped Sass & Bide jeans
  • cheap black wedges

Dear Stuart. Thank you for making a salad without onion because I don't like onion.

Last night’s last minute unplanned bbq dinner was so much fun.

This morning’s wake up after roughly 5 hours sleep was not so much fun.

Locking myself inside my car on accident and having a panic attack because I thought I was trapped was also not fun.

Thinking I had a short shift at work and realising I was on a long shift crushed my soul.

Coming home to do my uni class registration and giving up in fear and frustration was enough to make me scream.

Eating mushroom & ham cous cous, with a side dish of boiled eggs with paprika sprinkled on top, made me happy again.

+ that cup of tea I made to perfection.

Saturday, November 24, 2012

Sweet baby jesus.



And here I was thinking that I hadn’t made any progress. I don’t want to call this a “before and after” shot or anything, because I know there was nothing wrong with the body I had before; I just didn’t like it.

Most people are afraid of getting older, and I’ll admit I once felt like that, too. But these days, I look at myself in the mirror and I have never been happier with myself than right now.

Today is a good day.

Finally got my new laptop ! I’m not used to something that’s so light and with a smaller screen + keyboard. It’ll take a while to adjust but I’m okay with that. I downgraded laptops. If you’re into your technology as much as I am, that’s a pretty big step in the wrong direction. I’m still happy with my choice.

If only re-installing/downloading all my programs from my old laptop to my new one was an easy process. This is the part I hate the most. Oh well.

I’m gonna see how this new baby fairs up to my old one with Sims 3 and Diablo III tonight. You know, after I’m done installing all the patches I have to catch up on. /sigh.

Monday, November 19, 2012

Sunday Supanova with Tom Felton was amazing.

MY HEART STARTS RACING A MILLION MILES AN HOUR EVERY TIME I LOOK AT THIS. OUR CONVERSATION WAS LITERALLY JUST NOISES ON RACHEL AND MY SIDE.

TOM FELTON: HEY GIRLS, HOW’S YOUR DAY ?
US: YEAHHHHHHHHHHHH

MY FACE LOOKS HELL STUPID AND ALIEN LIKE HERE BECAUSE THE PHOTO WAS BENT WHEN RACHEL TOOK A PHOTO OF IT ON HER PHONE. I NEED TO GET THE ORIGINAL, WHICH HE SIGNED FOR RACHEL, SO I CAN SCAN IT AND HAVE MY VERY OWN.

Tom Felton signed a photo for me at Supanova on Sunday. He asked how to correctly pronounce my name, and when I said whatever’s easier for him, he said he likes that because I’m easy going. Yeah, and he confirmed that he was at the Woolshed on Thursday and Friday night drinking beer towers ! Of all places.








When I woke up Sunday morning, I wasn’t exactly sure if the room was spinning because I was still drunk or super hungover. It was like 8am when I woke up and Rachel came in to make sure I was getting ready to leave. I had some water, burped a few times, and then forced myself to vomit. It tasted like cheeseburger and I had chunks of pickle stuck in my throat afterwards. We left, got maccas and Powerade on the way, and tried to pull each other through our hangovers.

It cost Rachel $7 to park at Supanova, which is a bloody rip off. Might as well have taken our souls. We waited in line for aaaaaaages since we got there really early in hopes that tokens to see Tom Felton hadn’t sold out already. When we got in, we raced to the Supanova Sale Stall, bought our tokens and then went go wait in line for our photograph. The girl told us to come back later since we were super early, so we decided to walk around the stalls and see what was there. I bought a Tardis pillow thingy for $25, even though I said I wouldn’t buy anything. I found my friend, Nat, working at a stall and picked up the posters she had for Michael. We talked for a bit about how hungover we all were and then made our way to line up for our photograph.

During our time waiting in line, we talked about how excited we were to see him and how we were going to react. When we walked in, we were so in shock we didn’t really talk to Tom. Our conversation was more like noises. We hugged him so tightly I think we may have frightened him and then had to leave pretty much straight away because they don’t let you hang around. Since it was going to take an hour before a photograph was printed, we debating whether or not to pay for an autograph from Tom as well just so we could speak to him some more. We went with yes.

Rachel got some lunch and then we walked around the stalls some more and had a look at almost everything for sale. Rachel took some photos of me with various cosplayers and other awesome things, then we made our way to the line up for Tom’s autograph session. We spoke about what kind of questions we were going to ask him and how we had to “play it cool” when we got to talk to him. The staff member sitting next to Tom wrote down our names on a sticky note for him so he knew how to spell our names. Because my name has various pronunciations, he asked me how to say it. When I told him whatever’s easier for him, he said he liked that because I’m easy going. He said that he had previously offended some people for not pronouncing their names correctly and didn’t want to make another mistake. He was so sweet and lovely and nice and wow.

Before we walked away, Rachel asked him about whether or not he had been at the Woolshed on Friday night, since a friend of mine said he was there. He said he went both Thursday and Friday night. He didn’t say anything about being there Saturday night, which I’m kind of glad he didn’t because we almost went there Saturday night and I would have killed myself if I knew he was there and we didn’t actually go.

We then went outside and laid on the grass in the sunshine while we waited for his Q&A session to start. We both nearly fell asleep because of how hungover we were. I got some food and then we got in the line up for the session. It was ridiculously long. We got in the seated area, which was good because we needed to sit, but super annoying because we couldn’t actually see Tom on the stage. A lot of people asked questions, and he said, “Hello, lovely,” to every girl that he spoke to. I absolutely adore the way he speaks. I suppose it’s because he’s from the UK, but he’s very articulated and uses words that we just don’t on a regular day. His accent is rather gentle as well.

A little boy asked him what his favourite spell was, which he said Explliarmus. He then asked the little boy what his favourite spell was, which he said Avada Kedavra, hahahahahahahahaha. It was really cute.

After the session was over, we pretty much high tailed it out of there. We were exhausted from all the walking, lining up and pure excitement of the day that we felt like passing out. When I got back to Rachel’s, I packed my bags up, left and then went to Looker’s where all the boys where at. You don’t really care about that part. We just sat around smoking and talking. I had the best sleep Sunday night.

Saturday night’s antics were so much fun, even if I have bruises and scratches in places I don’t remember hitting.










Saturday night was Hannah’s pre-birthday drinks. Her birthday is actually next weekend, but Rachel has an engagement party to go to, so we moved it to the weekend that just went. Hannah, Trev, Rachel, Paschal and myself went to Rachel’s house for pre-drinks. We ended up playing Kings since Paschal had never played before. Trev drew the Joker twice, and by our rules, it meant that he got to make up two rules. The first was that you had to drink with the opposite hand, and if you didn’t you had to drink again; the second was that you weren’t allowed to use words with the letter E in them, or you had to drink. I drew a 7 (the card that allows you to leave the table) and stuffed it in my bra. Every time Rachel tried to steal it from me, I fought her off, except for one time where I bit her because she wouldn’t give up.
I managed to vomit a little bit thanks to Rachel’s disgusting performance of picking her nose and eating her snot. I literally stood up and vomited in the garden 0.3 seconds after she put her finger in her mouth.

We got two taxis to town since there were 5 of us going and no mini buses available. We met at Maccas on Hindley St, where I stuffed myself with a cheeseburger for the first time that night. We discussed where to go since Hannah hadn’t really picked a place and settled of Zhivago. Paschal wanted to go to Casablabla, but Rachel didn’t want to because she didn’t like it there. Rachel wanted to go to Rocket Bar, but we decided against it because you have to line up to go out and smoke (yeah, right). On our walk to Zhivago, I suggested the Duke, since we completely forgot it was up the street. The line for Zhivago was super long so we quickly made a run for the Duke. We paid $8.30 for vodka, which is fucking bullshit; danced enough that I managed to hit the wall and table or whatever drunk shit I did; took some photos; requested Get Shaky for Hannah’s birthday, but the DJ said he had already played it so he said he’d play something else for us; bumped into a few friends that were there for their birthdays; sat in the beer garden until the band left; then decided to go somewhere else.

I’m not entirely sure on the order of events from this point onwards so forgive me if I get them wrong. We then went to Maccas again (?), stuffed myself with another cheeseburger, and then I think we chose to go to the City Nightclub because it was down the street and we didn’t want to walk far. We paid to get in; got 2 free Skittlebomb drink cards + 1 extra free choice drink card because it was Hannah’s birthday; danced a shitload; requested some songs; sang at the top of our lungs; aaaaaaaaaand danced with the pole on the stage because I could.

I think we then went back to the Duke, where we met up with Anthony and his work mates. We danced some more and had a few more drinks out in the beer garden. They closed off the beer garden shortly after we got there so we chose to leave again. We went to Club 58 (/shudder) only because Anthony’s friend could get us in for free and we had nowhere else to go. I’m pretty sure this is when Paschal and Hannah left us (or something) so it ended up just being Rachel, Trev, Anthony and myself. When we got to Club 58, the DJ recognised me from the Duke, so he let Rachel and I up onto the DJ stand where we could dance. He played us some songs that we requested and gave us shout outs continually.

Rachel’s feet began to hurt so we decided to go home. We walked down to King William St to catch a taxi from the rank. When we got back to Rachel’s, Paschal and Hannah were still awake, so we just chilled out together. Anthony practically passed out in Rachel’s bed as soon as we got there. We laughed some more; Rachel fell asleep on the floor in front of the heater; and Trev almost had to carry me to bed because I was too drunk and tired to move myself.

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Rachel is the best and I love her.

Was sad because I’m going to be broke until next Thursday.

AM NOW OVER THE FUCKING MOON HAPPY AND EXCITED BECAUSE I’M GOING TO SUPANOVA ON SUNDAY WITH RACHEL. WE’RE GOING TO GET A PHOTO WITH TOM FELTON, AND I’M GOING TO GO CRAZY WITH ALL THE SUPA STARS THERE. I AM LITERALLY FIGHTING BACK TEARS OF EXCITEMENT RIGHT NOW.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Monday.

Clean eating and working 8 hours on my feet all day is starting to pay off. Most people struggle to stick to diet restrictions, but I'm a pro at it. A few more weeks and I'll be good as new.

Saturday.




Saturday was an interesting day. My work held a fete, which is where I bought the typewriter, shoes and etc. and some other yummy treats. I think I spent $10 for the whole day. I browsed through all of the stalls we had; pet a lamb; fed some baby sugar glider possums; pet an owl, which nearly gave me a heart attack because I fucking hate birds; pet a Blue Tongue Lizard; sat with a couple of my residents and talked to them for a bit; watched the raffle draw; and then went home.

Saturday night, Rachel text me and we made spontaneous plans for drinking in town. I actually had money for once and the weather was great. We had pre-drinks at hers, and caught the worst fucking cab ride into town I’ve ever experienced. Our driver practically had his foot on the fucking floor the whole time he was driving, took corners way too quickly and too sharply, and then kept slamming the brakes on at the last fucking minute. It was so rough, I vomited. Twice. The first time, I sneakily vomited because it came up without notice. I managed to hold down most of it, but about a handful came up. I quietly dropped my vomit on the car floor, and then told him he needed to pull over. I vomited the rest of what would have come up in the street. I made sure my legs covered the bit I had in the car. When we got out, I didn’t say anything and we walked away.

We got to McDonald’s, I washed my hands, told Rachel and then we ate a burger each before going into HQ. Once we got in, she ordered two drinks, we went outside for a cigarette, and then Nadia and Jenna found us. They went to get more drinks and Rachel and I went to look around the club. Our favourite part of HQ, Soho, had been changed. It was outside where you could smoke, drink and dance, but they moved it to an upstairs section. When we got up there, it was terrible. The music had changed, it was too quiet, and if you stood too closely to the edge of the balcony, people below could see up your skirt/dress.

We eventually left and made our way to Rocket. On our way through the McDonald’s car park, I actually heard the worst “pickup line” ever. One guy turned to his friend and said, “She looks like she has a box gap,” then offered me some chips. I know I’m skinny and all that jazz, but fucking christ, there’s more to me than my body. We ignored them and kept walking. By the time we got to Rocket, there was a massive line up. The security guard there kept pushing everyone “back into line” because they were apparently making the line too big or some shit. We casually made friends in the line, some douche recognised my Fullmetal Alchemist tattoo and took that as an invitation to get way too friendly with me, and we debated whether waiting in line for 30+ minutes was really worth it. We eventually got in, found our friend behind the bar who poured us extremely strong vodka drinks for the price of one, danced around and sang to the best 90’s songs we remembered, went to the rooftop bar, then decided we were over it and wanted to go home.

We made a quick pitstop at the shisha house because Rachel wanted a yiros before leaving. While waiting for her food to be made, I found Harry and Sammy outside. Turns out the boys plus Many were in town trying to find people to have fun with. They ordered peach shisha, we sat around and talked for a bit, then we went looking for a cab home. The cab ride home wasn’t nearly as bad as the trip into town, but this fucker was going 20-40km over the fucking speed limit and practically never slowed down for the speed humps. We went over them fast enough that Rachel and I were bouncing around in the back seat. I wish I had taken the names and numbers of those drivers so I could have called their companies to complain. Put my life in danger with reckless driving and you will fucking hear about it.

We fell asleep within minutes despite being sober and woke up relatively early Sunday morning. Despite the shitty cab rides and the vomiting, Saturday night was fucking loads of fun. I wish I took photos.

I don't even.


Last night, my mother did a spray tanning course and used me as one of her guinea pigs. I held up my bra so you can see the difference. Once upon a time, before I had a Nintendo 64, I used to go outside and was naturally this dark. She said she used the “medium” shade. Medium, my ass !

Friday, November 2, 2012

Survey.

1.Do you want a boyfriend or girlfriend?
Michael is my boyfriend.

2.When did your last hug take place?
Today, earlier in the kitchen. Michael pulled his shirt over his head and then asked for a hug, ha.

3.Are you a jealous person?
I have no one to be jealous of. Have you seen how kickass my life is ?

4.Are you tired right now?
Exhausted.

5.Do you chew on your straws?
I hardly use straws these days.

6.Have you ever been called a tease?
Yeah, but I was.

7.Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight? |
It's been a very long time since I've had one of those weekends.

8.Do you cry easily?
Not anymore.

9.What should you be doing right now?
Nothing else.

10.Are you a heavy sleeper?
I bloody wish.

11.Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months?
Michael and I have been together for 3 years. 3 and a half on the 15th of November, actually.

12.Are you mad at someone right now?
Nope. I was earlier today but they're not worth my time.

13.Do you believe in love?
Well, yeah.

14.What makes you laugh no matter what?
Watching the video of Celeste drunk.

15.Who was the last person you talked to?
Michael. Hannah just text me though.

16.Do you get butterflies around the person you like?
I still do when Michael blows me away with his affection.

17.Will you get married?
This is a variable in my life I'm not trying to control. If I do, I do. If I don't, I don't.

18.When was the last time you smiled?
Every day, man. I love life.

19.Does anyone like you?
Michael loves me.

20.Do you secretly like someone?
No secret.

21.Who was the first person you talked to today?
Well, I said goodbye to Michael while he was sleeping as I was leaving for work. Technically, it would've been Simone at work.

22.Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?
Any of my friends. I have no shame, nor secrets from any of them.

23.What are you NOT looking forward to?
The overwhelming nervousness of starting Uni next year. I'm ecstatic but going out of my mind worrying about nothing.

24.What ARE you looking forward to?
Uni. Progression at work. Saving more money. Growing into a better person.

25.Has someone of the opposite sex ever told you they loved you, and meant it?
You'd think if Michael didn't mean it, I'd know by now.

26.Suppose you see your ex kissing another person what would you do?
Continue what I was already doing. I don't care.

27.Do you plan on moving out within the next year?
As of the 25th of November, it'll have been a year since I did move out.

28.Are you a forgiving person?
I'm not usually one to strike people out that they need forgiveness. I just don't give a shit about shitty people.

29.How many TRUE friends do you have?
Like 30+. My group of friends is fucking fabulous. Bitches be jealous. Seriously.

30.Do you fall for people easily?
Not easily, but quickly.

31.Have you ever fallen for your ex’s best friend?
Ugh. Something sort of like that.

32.What’s the last thing you put in your mouth?
Tea.

33.Who was the last person you drove with?
Fuck. No idea. Probably Michael, or Hannah.

34.How late did you stay up last night and why?
Like 9:30-10:00 because I had work this morning.

35.If you could move somewhere else, would you?
NO. I lovelovelove Adelaide. I will never move, until I retire in Fiji.

36.Who was the last person you took a picture of?
Hannah with the puppies.

37.Can you live a day without TV?
I hardly watch tv.

38.When was the last time you were extremely disappointed?
I don't know. It's been a long time.

39.Three names you go by..
I have too many nicknames to remember. People just call me what they want.

40.Are you currently in a relationship?
Yup yup yup.

41.What is your all-time favorite romance movie?
I'm not a big fan of romance movies, but my fav rom-coms would probably be 40 Year Old Virgin and Crazy Stupid Love.

42.Do you believe that everyone has a soul-mate?
Of course.

43.What’s your current problem?
Finances, but isn't that everyone's ?

44.Have you ever had your heart broken?
Surely.

45.Your thoughts of long distance relationships?
No thank you.

46.How many kids do you want to have?
Pregnancy is fucking terrifying. Not even contemplating that shit as a joke for at least another 5 years. Get fucked.

47.Have you ever found it hard to tell someone you like them?
Duh~