Day 29: Goals for the next 30 days.
Basically all I need to focus on for the next thirty days is working my hiney off to save up some cash. I have two weddings in May, one back home in Melbourne and one in Los Angeles. So you know, that's a whole lotta moolah that must be available for lavish gifts and flights. Emphasis on the flights. So far I've booked the easy flight home (tick!), and I have the money in waiting for the big one (success!). So I've done pretty well considering rent and bills and all those expenses we have to deal with as adults. Yeah, that's right, I'm an adult. Kind of. Sort of. Maybe. According to my age at least...
All boring money stuff aside, my aim for the next month is to find a healthy balance between working, working out, saving - but still living - and of course taking time to write and practise banjo. Because although it's important to work in order to pay those pesky bills, it's even more important to find some you time to enjoy all the things you love in life. Otherwise, what's the damn point of it all.
Day 29 down, 1 to go!
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
Monday, March 31, 2014
Sunday, March 30, 2014
I miss you, I miss you not.
Day 28: Something that you miss.
As someone who has travelled a fair amount, I would be lying if I didn't say that I missed all those experiences I had on the way. That said though I take solace in knowing there will be plenty more adventures to be had, so I can't really get caught up craving the past. Linked to the travels comes meeting a lot of wicked amazing people, some of whom have become so precious and close to me that I miss them tremendously whilst I'm back home. That goes the other way too, I miss my family and friends whilst I'm abroad. You can't win! Thank god for Skype.
Then naturally - like anyone else that has lost someone - you can't help but think about loved ones that have passed from time to time. And of course you miss them, it's a given to miss those lost. But for me it's become more of a missing of the memories, so I make sure to reflect on my time with someone I lost from time to time, and I can only smile at this stage in my life. It certainly wasn't always as easy as that! But time heals and you slowly figure out that there is nothing you can do but remember the good times.
Don't laugh you guys, but one of the things I miss the absolute most, and when I say most I mean everyday I note his lack of presence, is my cat Charlie. I miss him so much since moving interstate, this may make me sound like a crazy cat lady, but I love my Charlie an obscene amount. I miss rubbing his face in mine, and wearing him like a scarf. Charlie's love is endless, never overbearing, and he knows when I need a cuddle. It's hard not having him curl up in my knee nook every night, you grow accustom to such behaviour and routine.
Sigh… I'll stop typing now, before it gets weird.
Day 28 down, 2 days to go.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
As someone who has travelled a fair amount, I would be lying if I didn't say that I missed all those experiences I had on the way. That said though I take solace in knowing there will be plenty more adventures to be had, so I can't really get caught up craving the past. Linked to the travels comes meeting a lot of wicked amazing people, some of whom have become so precious and close to me that I miss them tremendously whilst I'm back home. That goes the other way too, I miss my family and friends whilst I'm abroad. You can't win! Thank god for Skype.
Then naturally - like anyone else that has lost someone - you can't help but think about loved ones that have passed from time to time. And of course you miss them, it's a given to miss those lost. But for me it's become more of a missing of the memories, so I make sure to reflect on my time with someone I lost from time to time, and I can only smile at this stage in my life. It certainly wasn't always as easy as that! But time heals and you slowly figure out that there is nothing you can do but remember the good times.
Don't laugh you guys, but one of the things I miss the absolute most, and when I say most I mean everyday I note his lack of presence, is my cat Charlie. I miss him so much since moving interstate, this may make me sound like a crazy cat lady, but I love my Charlie an obscene amount. I miss rubbing his face in mine, and wearing him like a scarf. Charlie's love is endless, never overbearing, and he knows when I need a cuddle. It's hard not having him curl up in my knee nook every night, you grow accustom to such behaviour and routine.
Sigh… I'll stop typing now, before it gets weird.
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| It all comes down to this guy. My little Prince. |
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
Friday, March 28, 2014
99 problems.
Day 27: A problem that you have had.
Impossible for me to not be singing Jay Z right now...
Let's see, problems. Sure I've had problems, but I've never really had a huge problem that I've got hung up on. Other than when I was looking for work, but I stayed positive and it was okay in the end. Also when someone I love has a problem, that hits me, but you know, not technically my problem to blog about. I guess occasionally I suffer from your superficial day to day problems, I'm out of milk… problem. All my stockings have runs in them… problem. You see what I'm getting at. None of these things are even problems at all, just have toast and shave your bloody legs.
Nothing much gets me down, and when it does I talk it out. Then the problem is off my chest, and life can go back to being hassle free. I find staying positive and not seeing problems as problems makes for a pretty good lifestyle too. And when you do have a problem, vocalise it, keep your shit together (or at least pretend to!) and just keep on keeping on. It'll sort itself out eventually, and if not? There is always the hard liquor poison of your choice. Because as soon as you drink your problems away you wake up hungover and you realise that things could always be worse.
Day 27 down, 3 to go.
The end is so close I can smell it.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
Postscript: Just in case you were worried, I'd like to point out that I don't actually think that drinking is the answer to all problems.
Lesson: let's not ever take me too seriously you guys. Unless I say for realz. Then you know I'm business.
Impossible for me to not be singing Jay Z right now...
Let's see, problems. Sure I've had problems, but I've never really had a huge problem that I've got hung up on. Other than when I was looking for work, but I stayed positive and it was okay in the end. Also when someone I love has a problem, that hits me, but you know, not technically my problem to blog about. I guess occasionally I suffer from your superficial day to day problems, I'm out of milk… problem. All my stockings have runs in them… problem. You see what I'm getting at. None of these things are even problems at all, just have toast and shave your bloody legs.
Nothing much gets me down, and when it does I talk it out. Then the problem is off my chest, and life can go back to being hassle free. I find staying positive and not seeing problems as problems makes for a pretty good lifestyle too. And when you do have a problem, vocalise it, keep your shit together (or at least pretend to!) and just keep on keeping on. It'll sort itself out eventually, and if not? There is always the hard liquor poison of your choice. Because as soon as you drink your problems away you wake up hungover and you realise that things could always be worse.
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| These are pretty funny. Find the rest here: http://www.fastcocreate.com/1683399/all-of-jay-z-s-99-problems-illustrated |
The end is so close I can smell it.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
Postscript: Just in case you were worried, I'd like to point out that I don't actually think that drinking is the answer to all problems.
Lesson: let's not ever take me too seriously you guys. Unless I say for realz. Then you know I'm business.
You had me at waffle fries (& tasty pies)
Day 26: What kind of person attracts you?
Aesthetics aside I'm drawn to those of a creative nature; there is nothing more intriguing than imagination, and to me that is the sexiest quality to discover in someone. Let's be honest a moment, although it all comes down to what a person is like on the inside, of course physical attraction plays a large part. You have to be somewhat attracted to someone's appearance in order to initiate a little something something. I know in the past I've found someone attractive only to change my mind the minute I discovered what kind of a person they were mentally, I've also had attraction blossom into full force due to having a conversation with someone that I hadn't even considered sexually. It's a weird thing this attraction business.
I wouldn't say I had a particular look I go for in a person, although my girlfriends would beg to differ! I swore I didn't fancy blondes, but that has since become a falsity. I never saw myself into long haired guys, but now I can't get enough of it. I've always been fond of a beard or moustache. I've never been able to handle a lot of body hair. I've enjoyed every colour eyes, and I find a nice smile killer! Especially when it breaks into the eyes and causes those little happy wrinkles. I'm quite scared of tall people, but I'd prefer to be with someone taller than me…
All visually pleasing aspects aside, I'm mostly just drawn to ridiculous conversation, uncontrollable laughter, and to the sort of people that don't take themselves too seriously. Not to say a healthy dose of maturity isn't on the menu! In the end though, I just want to endlessly converse with someone about everything and nothing in particular. But even more important still, I want to enjoy the silence.
Day 26 down, 4 to go.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
Aesthetics aside I'm drawn to those of a creative nature; there is nothing more intriguing than imagination, and to me that is the sexiest quality to discover in someone. Let's be honest a moment, although it all comes down to what a person is like on the inside, of course physical attraction plays a large part. You have to be somewhat attracted to someone's appearance in order to initiate a little something something. I know in the past I've found someone attractive only to change my mind the minute I discovered what kind of a person they were mentally, I've also had attraction blossom into full force due to having a conversation with someone that I hadn't even considered sexually. It's a weird thing this attraction business.
I wouldn't say I had a particular look I go for in a person, although my girlfriends would beg to differ! I swore I didn't fancy blondes, but that has since become a falsity. I never saw myself into long haired guys, but now I can't get enough of it. I've always been fond of a beard or moustache. I've never been able to handle a lot of body hair. I've enjoyed every colour eyes, and I find a nice smile killer! Especially when it breaks into the eyes and causes those little happy wrinkles. I'm quite scared of tall people, but I'd prefer to be with someone taller than me…
All visually pleasing aspects aside, I'm mostly just drawn to ridiculous conversation, uncontrollable laughter, and to the sort of people that don't take themselves too seriously. Not to say a healthy dose of maturity isn't on the menu! In the end though, I just want to endlessly converse with someone about everything and nothing in particular. But even more important still, I want to enjoy the silence.
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| Just incase you were wondering... |
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
Thursday, March 27, 2014
Daddy Cool.
Day 25: Someone who fascinates you and why.
I could easily name plenty of people who fascinate me, some of which for delightful reasons, and some for sheer ridiculousness. But to choose one person who has consistently fascinated me for the longest time I would have to say my dad. AHA! You never saw that coming mum. I bet you were kicking back reading this thinking 'here we go, she's going to talk about how amazing I am again' and you would be right, you are amazing - I could go on about my love and admiration for my mother for a long long time - however this time round, it's dad's turn.
For you to best relate to how fascinating my dad is, think of Bill Murray and you will know exactly what I mean. You only have to sit down with the guy over a few cheeky brews and ask a simple question about his childhood and you'd be in for the longest night of giggles and entertainment. I've told him frequently that we need to sit down with a recording device and a few pints so I can get what I need to write up his memoirs.
My dad's stories wouldn't be much without the input of his three cheeky brothers, all characters in their own rights, as his poor lone sister knows all too well. Together they've built underground tunnels - packing the excess dirt between neighbours fences until they bowed, ran a 'casino' of sorts out of the backyard bungalow, convinced each other they're superman (resulting in plenty of hospital trips), and assisted their father in burying old junk in the backyard. I won't get further into story telling just now, I've got to save it for the biography after all! But there is also the tale of how my dad managed to woo my mum, a whole other novel on it's own. Let's just say he's a lucky boy, and she thought she knew better. But no one can resist the Dartnell charm.
Overall my dad will never cease to amaze me, and as much as the guy can drive me crazy at times, when it comes down to it he is bloody brilliant. Not to mention one cheeky bugger that has never quite grown up!
Some dad's tell dad jokes, mine tells endless stories that are so good they're almost unbelievable. And to be fair I wouldn't believe them myself, if it weren't for the scars.
Love you daddy-o (you too mum)
Stay cool and stay off the golf course.
Day 25 down, 5 to go.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
I could easily name plenty of people who fascinate me, some of which for delightful reasons, and some for sheer ridiculousness. But to choose one person who has consistently fascinated me for the longest time I would have to say my dad. AHA! You never saw that coming mum. I bet you were kicking back reading this thinking 'here we go, she's going to talk about how amazing I am again' and you would be right, you are amazing - I could go on about my love and admiration for my mother for a long long time - however this time round, it's dad's turn.
For you to best relate to how fascinating my dad is, think of Bill Murray and you will know exactly what I mean. You only have to sit down with the guy over a few cheeky brews and ask a simple question about his childhood and you'd be in for the longest night of giggles and entertainment. I've told him frequently that we need to sit down with a recording device and a few pints so I can get what I need to write up his memoirs.
My dad's stories wouldn't be much without the input of his three cheeky brothers, all characters in their own rights, as his poor lone sister knows all too well. Together they've built underground tunnels - packing the excess dirt between neighbours fences until they bowed, ran a 'casino' of sorts out of the backyard bungalow, convinced each other they're superman (resulting in plenty of hospital trips), and assisted their father in burying old junk in the backyard. I won't get further into story telling just now, I've got to save it for the biography after all! But there is also the tale of how my dad managed to woo my mum, a whole other novel on it's own. Let's just say he's a lucky boy, and she thought she knew better. But no one can resist the Dartnell charm.
Overall my dad will never cease to amaze me, and as much as the guy can drive me crazy at times, when it comes down to it he is bloody brilliant. Not to mention one cheeky bugger that has never quite grown up!
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| Young at heart forever. Mum & dad. |
Love you daddy-o (you too mum)
Stay cool and stay off the golf course.
Day 25 down, 5 to go.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
Wednesday, March 26, 2014
Don't you (forget about me).
Day 24: Your favourite movie, and what it's about.
Who the hell can choose one favourite movie? Seriously, anyone?
Okay so as discussed with one of my lovely girlfriends on Skype yesterday, this question needs to be broken down into favourite films depending on moods. When I'm hungover I enjoy all day gore films, especially b-grade horror. I love it. Some of my favourite gore is Eli Roth's Hostel films, deliciously terrifying. Or the Grindhouse films, a perfect amount of gore and giggles. Natural Born Killers is killer (hey hey) Any Tarantino film makes me happy, but my personal favourite (this is hard!) is True Romance or maybe Reservoir Dogs. I use to answer that question Dusk till Dawn. That was the solo time I've had Clooney fever, and hotdog he looked good.
BUT THEN! There are the times when all I need is any and all Wes Anderson films. And of course times in which I need a little non-love-love movies, insert 500 Days of Summer - pure genius - Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist, and Electrick Children which blew my mind. What a concept and a journey. AND THEN!! The funny movies that you can watch a billion times over: CLUELESS! Whip It, Pineapple Express, Scott Pilgrim vs the World, Zoolander, Shaun of the Dead, Road Trip, Superbad, Mean Girls, Mallrats (Kevin Smith is a boss), The Big Lebowski… to name a few. Special mention to the book to film adaptions that are amazing on both sides of the spectrums: Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, The Beach, Perks of Being a Wallflower, One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest, Fight Club... And to the classics that will never get old: Some Like it Hot, Deliverance, The Blues Brothers, A Fish Called Wanda, and who the hell doesn't love every John Hughes 80's classic! John Bender's fist pump at the end of The Breakfast Club kills me every time.
Geez sorry you guys, I got carried away for a moment there. But honestly there are just too many great films out there, and I haven't even began to serve those worthy justice! But if I was to delve into it we would be here for days, weeks, months and even years! Well definitely an epic couple of hours. Especially if I'm suppose to tell you what my favourite films are about, that's ridiculous, just go see them - it's the best solution - or hit up imdb. Ultimately I love so many films, and I'm a terribly indecisive person, so how could I possibly name just one? So I'm not going to do it, it's stressing me out!!!! Can you name one? Recommendations welcomed, just none of that chick flick business.
End rant.
Day 24 down, 6 to go.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
Who the hell can choose one favourite movie? Seriously, anyone?
Okay so as discussed with one of my lovely girlfriends on Skype yesterday, this question needs to be broken down into favourite films depending on moods. When I'm hungover I enjoy all day gore films, especially b-grade horror. I love it. Some of my favourite gore is Eli Roth's Hostel films, deliciously terrifying. Or the Grindhouse films, a perfect amount of gore and giggles. Natural Born Killers is killer (hey hey) Any Tarantino film makes me happy, but my personal favourite (this is hard!) is True Romance or maybe Reservoir Dogs. I use to answer that question Dusk till Dawn. That was the solo time I've had Clooney fever, and hotdog he looked good.
BUT THEN! There are the times when all I need is any and all Wes Anderson films. And of course times in which I need a little non-love-love movies, insert 500 Days of Summer - pure genius - Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist, and Electrick Children which blew my mind. What a concept and a journey. AND THEN!! The funny movies that you can watch a billion times over: CLUELESS! Whip It, Pineapple Express, Scott Pilgrim vs the World, Zoolander, Shaun of the Dead, Road Trip, Superbad, Mean Girls, Mallrats (Kevin Smith is a boss), The Big Lebowski… to name a few. Special mention to the book to film adaptions that are amazing on both sides of the spectrums: Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, The Beach, Perks of Being a Wallflower, One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest, Fight Club... And to the classics that will never get old: Some Like it Hot, Deliverance, The Blues Brothers, A Fish Called Wanda, and who the hell doesn't love every John Hughes 80's classic! John Bender's fist pump at the end of The Breakfast Club kills me every time.
Geez sorry you guys, I got carried away for a moment there. But honestly there are just too many great films out there, and I haven't even began to serve those worthy justice! But if I was to delve into it we would be here for days, weeks, months and even years! Well definitely an epic couple of hours. Especially if I'm suppose to tell you what my favourite films are about, that's ridiculous, just go see them - it's the best solution - or hit up imdb. Ultimately I love so many films, and I'm a terribly indecisive person, so how could I possibly name just one? So I'm not going to do it, it's stressing me out!!!! Can you name one? Recommendations welcomed, just none of that chick flick business.
End rant.
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| Fist pump! |
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
Monday, March 24, 2014
Why, hello there good looking.
Day 23: Pictures of five famous guys you find attractive.
Too easy, here are the first five that came to my head without any thought. All predominately actors, yet possess many creative talents to boot. Without further ado! In no particular preference order, I've just taken the liberty of alphabetising for convenience...
1. Rory Culkin
2. James Franco
3. Joseph Gordon-Levitt
4. Matthew Gray Gubler
5. Elijah Wood
Circa '97 The Good Son - my first crush! And in recent times.
Mmm... how delightfully pervy.
And for all my viewers that prefer to ogle females, for your enjoyment here are five famous women that are unfairly attractive both physically and mentally.
1. Drew Barrymore
2. Kat Dennings
3. Anna Kendrick
4. Mila Kunis
5. Natalie Portman
I hope you enjoyed the collection.
Another day bites the dust, now there's only 1 week to go!
Day 23 down, 7 to go.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
Too easy, here are the first five that came to my head without any thought. All predominately actors, yet possess many creative talents to boot. Without further ado! In no particular preference order, I've just taken the liberty of alphabetising for convenience...
1. Rory Culkin
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| What's not to love about all the Culkin brothers... Especially Rory, due to the glorious hair. |
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| Seriously, this dudes eyes even smile. |
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| Ever since I first saw 3rd Rock from the Sun back in the 90's JGL kills it. |
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| Real men wear dinosaur sweaters. |
Circa '97 The Good Son - my first crush! And in recent times.
And for all my viewers that prefer to ogle females, for your enjoyment here are five famous women that are unfairly attractive both physically and mentally.
1. Drew Barrymore
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| My favourite female actress of all time ever & forever. |
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| Hilarious, sassy & has an amazing bod. Envy. |
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| The girl next door that you want to marry your brother. |
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| Mila Kunis. Enough said. |
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| Amazingly talented and incredibly beautiful. Even with a shaved head. |
Another day bites the dust, now there's only 1 week to go!
Day 23 down, 7 to go.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
Growing pains.
Day 22: How have you changed in the past two years?
The last two years of my life have been some of the most challenging and exciting years to date. Living abroad, falling in love for the first time, dealing with heartbreak, rekindling my love for myself, making snappy decisions to move interstate... A lot can happen in two years, in fact a hell of a lot can happen! But some things do stay the same, I'm still me, just a slightly more knowledgeable version of myself. I've grown more mentally (and undoubtably more mental), and I swear to god my feet have got bigger too! But that's kind of irrelevant. I've seen and learnt a little something something through meeting interesting characters, talking to new and old people, and experiencing new adventures. It's been pretty great.
Honestly I feel like I have really grown into myself as both an individual and a woman over these past couple years. I'm continuing to become more aware of my abilities and strengths, and of course my flaws; in which I strive to improve where possible and embrace where not. Overall I am mostly just learning more and more everyday who I am, and I've become increasingly confident within myself, which is a lovely change. I think in life we'll always continue developing into the person we're both meant to be and strive to be. You just tend to recognise your personal path as time carries on, and choose to do with it what you will. Be who you want to be. If someone was to ask me this same question in two years time I'll probably repeat a similar speech! There is always room for growth, and that's the beauty of life really.
Day 22 down, 8 days to go.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
The last two years of my life have been some of the most challenging and exciting years to date. Living abroad, falling in love for the first time, dealing with heartbreak, rekindling my love for myself, making snappy decisions to move interstate... A lot can happen in two years, in fact a hell of a lot can happen! But some things do stay the same, I'm still me, just a slightly more knowledgeable version of myself. I've grown more mentally (and undoubtably more mental), and I swear to god my feet have got bigger too! But that's kind of irrelevant. I've seen and learnt a little something something through meeting interesting characters, talking to new and old people, and experiencing new adventures. It's been pretty great.
Honestly I feel like I have really grown into myself as both an individual and a woman over these past couple years. I'm continuing to become more aware of my abilities and strengths, and of course my flaws; in which I strive to improve where possible and embrace where not. Overall I am mostly just learning more and more everyday who I am, and I've become increasingly confident within myself, which is a lovely change. I think in life we'll always continue developing into the person we're both meant to be and strive to be. You just tend to recognise your personal path as time carries on, and choose to do with it what you will. Be who you want to be. If someone was to ask me this same question in two years time I'll probably repeat a similar speech! There is always room for growth, and that's the beauty of life really.
Day 22 down, 8 days to go.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
Sunday, March 23, 2014
Twice as nice.
Unfortunately I did bad the other day and didn't have a free moment to blog. As a result I now have to make up for it with a double blog. That's right people, double super happy fun times!
Day 20: How important do you think education is?
The importance of an education should never be downplayed. That's not to say that those who go to school and university are smarter than those who don't, you live and you learn in life. I feel as human beings we should want to know more, no matter what our interests, there is always an opportunity to further ones knowledge if you dare to indulge. Whether you're a book guy, a class girl, or you forever watch the National Geographic channel, there is always potential to learn. And we need to learn, as the more you know the more you can contribute to the world. Smarts is not all books and mathematics, it's listening and taking on the words of others. If there is no room for further education and knowledge, how are we to continue growing as individuals? Education is the poo. So take a big whiff.
...Sorry guys, but sometimes in life one must quote Bring It On...
Day 20 down, 10 to go.
Day 21: One of your favourite TV shows.
This question should be a lot easier than it is, but I don't know that I could pick a lone television program that is my favourite. Like most girls I still replay and re-watch Sex & the City periodically, because I need to. But that doesn't necessarily make it my favourite, it sure comes close though. I have a running love hate relationship with TV, but these particular programs I find to be consistently good: American Horror Story, 2 Broke Girls, and Friends (especially now that I'm older). The first two of which I watch religiously. Oh sweet Kat Dennings, you sassy bit.
A special mention has to be made to Ren & Stimpy, Happy Tree Friends (this one could be argued as controversial coming from a vegan, haha) and Daria. Obviously there is a lot of great TV out there these days and I could sit here rattling off all the shows I love, and those that I wish I had the time to watch - Breaking Bad and Girls in particular are two programs I am dying to view! But I'm okay with mine being lazy at this present moment, I need pizza.
Does anyone out there have any fabulous program recommendation that it's absolutely vital for me to view before I die?
Day 21 down, 9 to go.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
Day 20: How important do you think education is?
The importance of an education should never be downplayed. That's not to say that those who go to school and university are smarter than those who don't, you live and you learn in life. I feel as human beings we should want to know more, no matter what our interests, there is always an opportunity to further ones knowledge if you dare to indulge. Whether you're a book guy, a class girl, or you forever watch the National Geographic channel, there is always potential to learn. And we need to learn, as the more you know the more you can contribute to the world. Smarts is not all books and mathematics, it's listening and taking on the words of others. If there is no room for further education and knowledge, how are we to continue growing as individuals? Education is the poo. So take a big whiff.
...Sorry guys, but sometimes in life one must quote Bring It On...
Day 20 down, 10 to go.
Day 21: One of your favourite TV shows.
This question should be a lot easier than it is, but I don't know that I could pick a lone television program that is my favourite. Like most girls I still replay and re-watch Sex & the City periodically, because I need to. But that doesn't necessarily make it my favourite, it sure comes close though. I have a running love hate relationship with TV, but these particular programs I find to be consistently good: American Horror Story, 2 Broke Girls, and Friends (especially now that I'm older). The first two of which I watch religiously. Oh sweet Kat Dennings, you sassy bit.
A special mention has to be made to Ren & Stimpy, Happy Tree Friends (this one could be argued as controversial coming from a vegan, haha) and Daria. Obviously there is a lot of great TV out there these days and I could sit here rattling off all the shows I love, and those that I wish I had the time to watch - Breaking Bad and Girls in particular are two programs I am dying to view! But I'm okay with mine being lazy at this present moment, I need pizza.
Does anyone out there have any fabulous program recommendation that it's absolutely vital for me to view before I die?
Day 21 down, 9 to go.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
Cheeky rabbit.
Day 18: Your beliefs.
I feel like I already answered this question when I did day 4: views on religion, so I'm not too sure what I can say without sounding like a broken record. That said I don't want to ride off the question completely, so here's a few random beliefs for you.
I believe there is nothing sexier than imagination.
I believe Robyn knows.
I believe self-expression is fierce.
I believe you're wonderful just as you are, so why the hell be anything else.
Obviously - like the rest of the world - I have a lot more personal beliefs I could babble on about, but let's face it no one has the free time on their hands to bother reading that. And I can't be bothered typing it! After all I have precious little time till I need to leave for work, and Kitty, Daisy & Lewis are playing. It's time to dance.
Day 18 down, 12 to go.
...I'm going to be a bit cheeky here and give you day 19 in advance. It may be cheating but I've been so good so far, so I'm okay with it! The reason being that my eldest brother and his wife are flying in tonight, and we're going to be on a winery tour from the early pickup time of 8am until most likely around 6pm by the time we get dropped home. And then I have to be a good host and feed them dinner and all, so you know, it's a hard life but someones gotta do it...
Day 19: Your fears.
Funny enough I covered my biggest fear on day 6 in my 30 useless pieces of information blog. Why do I keep ruining this challenge for myself?! I'm coming off as lazy, which you know sometimes it's nice to be a little lazy. Just a little though, otherwise you get out of your mind bored just sitting there. I must warn you, my fears other than jellyfish and seaweed go a little deeper, so I hope you can handle it and you don't drown. See what I did there?
Seriously though, I have what I'm sure is perfectly normal and common fears, that being the fear of not succeeding and finding happiness. Whether that be happiness in my relationships or happiness in my career. Whatever it is, I fear unhappiness and having any regrets. Regrets would be horrible. I also fear not achieving my life desires and dreams. I would be happy enough having just tried you know, at least attempted and fought for them. But I still can't help but fear way down the track looking back and feeling unfulfilled. That honestly scares the shit out of me.
Day 19 down, 11 to go.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
I feel like I already answered this question when I did day 4: views on religion, so I'm not too sure what I can say without sounding like a broken record. That said I don't want to ride off the question completely, so here's a few random beliefs for you.
I believe there is nothing sexier than imagination.
I believe Robyn knows.
I believe self-expression is fierce.
I believe you're wonderful just as you are, so why the hell be anything else.
Obviously - like the rest of the world - I have a lot more personal beliefs I could babble on about, but let's face it no one has the free time on their hands to bother reading that. And I can't be bothered typing it! After all I have precious little time till I need to leave for work, and Kitty, Daisy & Lewis are playing. It's time to dance.
Day 18 down, 12 to go.
...I'm going to be a bit cheeky here and give you day 19 in advance. It may be cheating but I've been so good so far, so I'm okay with it! The reason being that my eldest brother and his wife are flying in tonight, and we're going to be on a winery tour from the early pickup time of 8am until most likely around 6pm by the time we get dropped home. And then I have to be a good host and feed them dinner and all, so you know, it's a hard life but someones gotta do it...
Day 19: Your fears.
Funny enough I covered my biggest fear on day 6 in my 30 useless pieces of information blog. Why do I keep ruining this challenge for myself?! I'm coming off as lazy, which you know sometimes it's nice to be a little lazy. Just a little though, otherwise you get out of your mind bored just sitting there. I must warn you, my fears other than jellyfish and seaweed go a little deeper, so I hope you can handle it and you don't drown. See what I did there?
Seriously though, I have what I'm sure is perfectly normal and common fears, that being the fear of not succeeding and finding happiness. Whether that be happiness in my relationships or happiness in my career. Whatever it is, I fear unhappiness and having any regrets. Regrets would be horrible. I also fear not achieving my life desires and dreams. I would be happy enough having just tried you know, at least attempted and fought for them. But I still can't help but fear way down the track looking back and feeling unfulfilled. That honestly scares the shit out of me.
Day 19 down, 11 to go.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
High times.
Day 17: Your highs and lows of the past year.
I was talking to a friend this morning about how much a year can change everything. Possibilities and adventure can be potentially endless if you open yourself up to them. To the point, this past year flew by for me and I well and truly rode the emotional roller-coaster for longer than I cared for. Several people I love were having a rough year, illness, mentality, coming to terms with growth and separation. It was the kind of stuff that everyone will go through in one way or another at one (or several) points in their life. But having three people affected was quite heavy as I am extremely emotionally invested in my friends and family. As a result last year was filled with highs and a depressing amount of lows, and I was exhausted by the end of it.
Insert high! Thankfully I took a trip late last year to Los Angeles to catch up with friends before meeting up with one of my favourite people in New York for a three week adventure. I won't go into that as I've blogged it in the past, but I will say that I needed that trip and I was so thankful for it. Although I did have a few emotional moments during it, I mostly just let loose and left all my troubles behind so to say. My mind was clear and it was a brilliant end to the year. Coming home I was refreshed and ready to be there for my loved ones again if and when they needed me. It was safe to say though, that all of us were ready to welcome a new year and a fresh start. On a positive note 2014 has been kind of brilliant so far.
In summary, life is full of little ups and downs. And even though the low times may feel endless when your amongst them, I guarantee those highs will swing by again and make it all worth it. You just have to stay strong and have the shoulders and ears of some good people, and together you'll be capable of getting through anything. Also it never hurts to laugh, a laugh is a smile that bursts. It's also therapeutic when you feel helpless, and for when you feel as though you're going batshit crazy. In the end we're all just after a little happiness, because life is nothing without those high times.
Day 17 down, 13 to go.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
I was talking to a friend this morning about how much a year can change everything. Possibilities and adventure can be potentially endless if you open yourself up to them. To the point, this past year flew by for me and I well and truly rode the emotional roller-coaster for longer than I cared for. Several people I love were having a rough year, illness, mentality, coming to terms with growth and separation. It was the kind of stuff that everyone will go through in one way or another at one (or several) points in their life. But having three people affected was quite heavy as I am extremely emotionally invested in my friends and family. As a result last year was filled with highs and a depressing amount of lows, and I was exhausted by the end of it.
Insert high! Thankfully I took a trip late last year to Los Angeles to catch up with friends before meeting up with one of my favourite people in New York for a three week adventure. I won't go into that as I've blogged it in the past, but I will say that I needed that trip and I was so thankful for it. Although I did have a few emotional moments during it, I mostly just let loose and left all my troubles behind so to say. My mind was clear and it was a brilliant end to the year. Coming home I was refreshed and ready to be there for my loved ones again if and when they needed me. It was safe to say though, that all of us were ready to welcome a new year and a fresh start. On a positive note 2014 has been kind of brilliant so far.
In summary, life is full of little ups and downs. And even though the low times may feel endless when your amongst them, I guarantee those highs will swing by again and make it all worth it. You just have to stay strong and have the shoulders and ears of some good people, and together you'll be capable of getting through anything. Also it never hurts to laugh, a laugh is a smile that bursts. It's also therapeutic when you feel helpless, and for when you feel as though you're going batshit crazy. In the end we're all just after a little happiness, because life is nothing without those high times.
Day 17 down, 13 to go.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
Kinda sorta maybe.
Day 16: Your views on mainstream music.
Growing up in my household there was a diverse range of music to be experienced and enjoyed as my dad and older brothers are all enthusiasts. As a result I've grown up listening to the classics from ACDC to Zeppelin, which I am very thankful for my father having blast through the speakers over my 27 years causing my hearing to suffer, of course a worthy sacrifice. There were a lot of musical phases that came with both my brothers influence as well. Metal, Indie, Alternative, the list goes on. I also went through quite the punk phase in high school, all on my own. One thing for sure, I will be forever thankful for my both my brother's input on my musical playlists over the years, they've opened my ears to many glorious sounds.
Oh my god. I remember looking up to my eldest brother with his than long rock & roll hair. He was in a metal band, aka: he used to scream into a microphone with friends, and I just thought he was the coolest. I embarrassingly took to an old oversized white t-shirt I stole from him once with a sharpie and wrote KORN on it to impress him. I lived in that makeshift band tee for longer than I care to admit. My brother had me convinced it was cool as we swung our heads around aggressively...
To this day some of my favourite musicians to sing along to are still Tom Petty, The Cars, Eurythmics, Elvis, and of course The Beatles. And although Bowie will forever be my god, Alex Turner is definitely on that pedestal with him. Arctic Monkeys are my favourite band and I really feel like I have grown with them since first hearing the album Whatever People Say I am, That's What I'm Not. They are so delicious. As for mainstream music, it's out there and of course some of it is good and some of it is complete utter shit; it all depends on your preferences and taste. Just because I love Roy Orbison does not mean I can't love Miley Cyrus. I was pleasantly surprised by her album and I think she did a great job. Will I be listening to it in ten years time? Probably not.
I tend to go through moments were I think that music has become a little disposable and it's kind of depressing. I hope you don't read that wrong way, but it just seems as though there is a lot of music getting pumped out so quick and I worry there isn't enough love been put into the production. It seems easy (so to say) to release an album that the masses will listen to today, but goddamn it it sure ain't easy to make that record that people will still be playing decades down the track. That said I imagine myself still busting moves to JT and Lady GaGa well into my 80's, ain't no metal hip going to stop me.
Day 16 down, 14 to go.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
Postscript: technically I got this entry in on day 17 as it's half past midnight here, but as I haven't gone to bed yet I think that it's still kind of day 16. And that it is perfectly acceptable to the challenge. Goodnight lovelies, pleasant Bowie filled dreams.
Growing up in my household there was a diverse range of music to be experienced and enjoyed as my dad and older brothers are all enthusiasts. As a result I've grown up listening to the classics from ACDC to Zeppelin, which I am very thankful for my father having blast through the speakers over my 27 years causing my hearing to suffer, of course a worthy sacrifice. There were a lot of musical phases that came with both my brothers influence as well. Metal, Indie, Alternative, the list goes on. I also went through quite the punk phase in high school, all on my own. One thing for sure, I will be forever thankful for my both my brother's input on my musical playlists over the years, they've opened my ears to many glorious sounds.
Oh my god. I remember looking up to my eldest brother with his than long rock & roll hair. He was in a metal band, aka: he used to scream into a microphone with friends, and I just thought he was the coolest. I embarrassingly took to an old oversized white t-shirt I stole from him once with a sharpie and wrote KORN on it to impress him. I lived in that makeshift band tee for longer than I care to admit. My brother had me convinced it was cool as we swung our heads around aggressively...
To this day some of my favourite musicians to sing along to are still Tom Petty, The Cars, Eurythmics, Elvis, and of course The Beatles. And although Bowie will forever be my god, Alex Turner is definitely on that pedestal with him. Arctic Monkeys are my favourite band and I really feel like I have grown with them since first hearing the album Whatever People Say I am, That's What I'm Not. They are so delicious. As for mainstream music, it's out there and of course some of it is good and some of it is complete utter shit; it all depends on your preferences and taste. Just because I love Roy Orbison does not mean I can't love Miley Cyrus. I was pleasantly surprised by her album and I think she did a great job. Will I be listening to it in ten years time? Probably not.
I tend to go through moments were I think that music has become a little disposable and it's kind of depressing. I hope you don't read that wrong way, but it just seems as though there is a lot of music getting pumped out so quick and I worry there isn't enough love been put into the production. It seems easy (so to say) to release an album that the masses will listen to today, but goddamn it it sure ain't easy to make that record that people will still be playing decades down the track. That said I imagine myself still busting moves to JT and Lady GaGa well into my 80's, ain't no metal hip going to stop me.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
Postscript: technically I got this entry in on day 17 as it's half past midnight here, but as I haven't gone to bed yet I think that it's still kind of day 16. And that it is perfectly acceptable to the challenge. Goodnight lovelies, pleasant Bowie filled dreams.
Monday, March 17, 2014
Stumbling tumblring tweets.
Day 15: What are your favourite Tumblr accounts?
To be honest I'm still trying to figure out how this whole Tumblr business works, as with Stumble Upon and Twitter... It was a mere fortnight ago that I discovered what hashtags do, I'm still not convinced I know what the point of it all is? Hashtags make me nervous and I'd rather just deal in hash-browns personally. Anyway here's a wee list of nine different Tumblr accounts I follow who post several pleasing tidbits, listed in no particular order:
1. http://gublernation.tumblr.com to feed my Gubler crush.
2. http://funnyordie.tumblr.com for when I want to laugh until it hurts.
3. http://hellogiggles.tumblr.com for everything girl-necessary.
4. http://the-final-sentence.tumblr.com because it's amazing.
5. http://bookshelfporn.com for when I need to see something sexy.
6. http://maximumstoked.tumblr.com because the comics are max awesome. duh.
7. http://freepeople.tumblr.com for a boho-hippy fashion fix.
8. http://www.humansofnewyork.com for people watching.
9. http://catscatscatss.com this one is self explanatory.
In case you weren't aware I do have a Tumblr myself. If you have absolutely nothing at all better to do? Feel free to check it out via the tab labelled 'tumblr' above this blog entry. I'd promise you that you won't regret it, but some people just aren't into cats... weirdos.
Day 15 down, 15 to go.
That's right people, we're half way there!
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
To be honest I'm still trying to figure out how this whole Tumblr business works, as with Stumble Upon and Twitter... It was a mere fortnight ago that I discovered what hashtags do, I'm still not convinced I know what the point of it all is? Hashtags make me nervous and I'd rather just deal in hash-browns personally. Anyway here's a wee list of nine different Tumblr accounts I follow who post several pleasing tidbits, listed in no particular order:
1. http://gublernation.tumblr.com to feed my Gubler crush.
2. http://funnyordie.tumblr.com for when I want to laugh until it hurts.
3. http://hellogiggles.tumblr.com for everything girl-necessary.
4. http://the-final-sentence.tumblr.com because it's amazing.
5. http://bookshelfporn.com for when I need to see something sexy.
6. http://maximumstoked.tumblr.com because the comics are max awesome. duh.
7. http://freepeople.tumblr.com for a boho-hippy fashion fix.
8. http://www.humansofnewyork.com for people watching.
9. http://catscatscatss.com this one is self explanatory.
In case you weren't aware I do have a Tumblr myself. If you have absolutely nothing at all better to do? Feel free to check it out via the tab labelled 'tumblr' above this blog entry. I'd promise you that you won't regret it, but some people just aren't into cats... weirdos.
Day 15 down, 15 to go.
That's right people, we're half way there!
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
Sunday, March 16, 2014
Tango with the Wolf Man, Salsa with the shark.
Day 14: Your earliest memory.
I don't know if you've noticed the trend here or not? But I have serious mental issues. More to the point, I constantly struggle to remember past events that exceed the more recent years of my life. Not to say I forget everything, it just takes me a moment or twenty billion to reminisce. Or even just to decipher what was in fact real or what just happened in my own mind. So I could dig back and wrack my brain for my earliest memory to share, or I could tell you my earliest memory of today.
My earliest memory today was the dream I was having before waking up confused and a little impressed by my own imagination. I couldn't tell you whether mine being impressed was in a good way or a creeped out way, impressed nonetheless. You see I was dreaming that I was wrestling a shark that kept jumping out of the water hell bent on eating me - lord knows what his problem was. And you know how it is in dream world, you never do the practical and run the hell away from a shark by moving inland. Nah, that would be boring. So there I was wrestling shark and what knot, and I sure gave a good go of it! I wrestled that bitch to the ocean floor, I grabbed his tail fin and swung him around over my head, which honestly isn't too far fetched given everything is weightless in water. By the end of it the shark swam away and climbed up onto a little sand dune defeated, and whilst doing so he turned into Zach Galifianakis.
I wonder what those cheesy dream decoder books would have to say about that? Anyway you guys, I'll leave you with that tale. Because quite frankly it's got to be more interesting then me waffling on about my earliest memory way back when. I was a happy kid, a real dreamer, I just didn't dream about Zach Galifianakis then... which is probably for the best. Maybe one time - if you're lucky - I'll tell you about my James Franco dream in which he was the Wolf Man. Alternatively you could all try drinking some late night chocolate soy milk yourselves and seeing if he pays you a little visit.
Goodnight lovely dreamers.
May the force be with you.
Day 14 down, 16 to go.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
I don't know if you've noticed the trend here or not? But I have serious mental issues. More to the point, I constantly struggle to remember past events that exceed the more recent years of my life. Not to say I forget everything, it just takes me a moment or twenty billion to reminisce. Or even just to decipher what was in fact real or what just happened in my own mind. So I could dig back and wrack my brain for my earliest memory to share, or I could tell you my earliest memory of today.
My earliest memory today was the dream I was having before waking up confused and a little impressed by my own imagination. I couldn't tell you whether mine being impressed was in a good way or a creeped out way, impressed nonetheless. You see I was dreaming that I was wrestling a shark that kept jumping out of the water hell bent on eating me - lord knows what his problem was. And you know how it is in dream world, you never do the practical and run the hell away from a shark by moving inland. Nah, that would be boring. So there I was wrestling shark and what knot, and I sure gave a good go of it! I wrestled that bitch to the ocean floor, I grabbed his tail fin and swung him around over my head, which honestly isn't too far fetched given everything is weightless in water. By the end of it the shark swam away and climbed up onto a little sand dune defeated, and whilst doing so he turned into Zach Galifianakis.
I wonder what those cheesy dream decoder books would have to say about that? Anyway you guys, I'll leave you with that tale. Because quite frankly it's got to be more interesting then me waffling on about my earliest memory way back when. I was a happy kid, a real dreamer, I just didn't dream about Zach Galifianakis then... which is probably for the best. Maybe one time - if you're lucky - I'll tell you about my James Franco dream in which he was the Wolf Man. Alternatively you could all try drinking some late night chocolate soy milk yourselves and seeing if he pays you a little visit.
Goodnight lovely dreamers.
May the force be with you.
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| Chuck Norris. |
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
Saturday, March 15, 2014
Concrete jungle dreamer.
Day 13: Somewhere you would like to move or visit.
As I've previously mentioned I have a massive desire to study abroad, my number one choice destination being New York City.
I've been lucky enough over the years to visit New York a handful of times; focusing on the touristy bits when I went with my parents, a combination of tourism and partying with my brother, and most recent soaking up Greenpoint (Brooklyn) and the East Village with my bestie by renting apartments through air bnb - superb & thrifty alternative to hotels. I hands down loved the whole 'living like a local' experience - as per usual - rather than rushing about like a madman ticking off sights and must sees. Not that the Statue of Liberty wasn't cool, or the view from the Empire was anything but EPIC. I'd personally just rather get a kalamata baguette from the farmers market and sit and people watch in Central Park, which is kind of touristy come to think of it...
There really is just something about New York City though. The Big Apple, the city that never sleeps, Gotham City, the concrete jungle where dreams are made... Oh, okay I'll stop. In all seriousness, from the way people move with the city to how you could walk in any which direction and find something to keep yourself occupied. New York is one of the greatest places in the world. Refreshingly diverse, not to mention vibrant and inspiring. I knew straight away as I settled into our all-too-temporary East Village studio, if I was to live and study abroad anywhere in the whole world, New York was it.
Day 13 down, 17 to go.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
As I've previously mentioned I have a massive desire to study abroad, my number one choice destination being New York City.
I've been lucky enough over the years to visit New York a handful of times; focusing on the touristy bits when I went with my parents, a combination of tourism and partying with my brother, and most recent soaking up Greenpoint (Brooklyn) and the East Village with my bestie by renting apartments through air bnb - superb & thrifty alternative to hotels. I hands down loved the whole 'living like a local' experience - as per usual - rather than rushing about like a madman ticking off sights and must sees. Not that the Statue of Liberty wasn't cool, or the view from the Empire was anything but EPIC. I'd personally just rather get a kalamata baguette from the farmers market and sit and people watch in Central Park, which is kind of touristy come to think of it...
There really is just something about New York City though. The Big Apple, the city that never sleeps, Gotham City, the concrete jungle where dreams are made... Oh, okay I'll stop. In all seriousness, from the way people move with the city to how you could walk in any which direction and find something to keep yourself occupied. New York is one of the greatest places in the world. Refreshingly diverse, not to mention vibrant and inspiring. I knew straight away as I settled into our all-too-temporary East Village studio, if I was to live and study abroad anywhere in the whole world, New York was it.
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| Someone actually proposed to his girlfriend whilst we were sat here. Cheesy but brilliant. |
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
Friday, March 14, 2014
Bang Bang.
Day 12: Bullet your whole day.
-Threw the doona off to force myself out of bed
-Went to the bathroom to wash my face
(I also peed, but let's leave the bathroom talk out of this)
-Put on the coffee machine, made coffee
-Sat down at laptop, checked the inter web, drank coffee
-Got sad when coffee was finished
-Started typing out this blog
-Thought about how much I want to Skype numerous people
-Looked in coffee mug to confirm it really was empty
-Got up and turned on the grill
(our toaster doesn't fit any bread or crumpet in it)
-Reluctantly rinsed coffee mug
-Took vitamins
-Put crumpets under grill
-Sat down, waited for crumpets
-Got up and rotated crumpets
-Grabbed yoga mat
-Sat down to wait for crumpets
-Smelt burnt crumpet
-Spread extra peanut butter & Vegemite to mask burntness on crumpets
-Ate crumpets
-Got clothes ready for work
-Had a shower, dried, got dressed
-Drove to work
-Remembered I didn't do yoga, got sad, but figured I'd done it the past 2 days so whatever
-Worked (I won't dot point that, it's retail - y'all know the drill)
-Got off work, drove to the grocery store
-Bought groceries...
-Drove home, took off pants & unpacked groceries
-Shoved a heaps of crisps in my mouth as I was starved
-Contemplated doing yoga, ate more crisps
-Poured a Gin and Limonada
-Sat down to update blog and chill
-Put on pyjamas
(I made the executive decision to stay in as I had a headache all arvo)
-Welcomed my brother home and had him order pizza (TGIF y'all)
-Finished drink (priorities) took out trash, washed dishes
-Drove around the corner to pick up pizza
-Came home, made another drink, ate pizza whilst watching AFL
-Finished eating, moved to my room
-Started watching Freaks & Geeks whilst enjoying my Gin and Limonada
-Realised that I hadn't really lived up until now... and continued to watch Freaks & Geeks all evening.
-I called it. I'm writing in the rest of the bullet points before they happen so I can post this bitch and get back to my stories.
-Brushed my teeth, washed my face, blah blah blah
-Slept all snug like a bug in a rug
FREAKS AND GEEKS!!!!!
Day 12 down, 18 to go.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
-Threw the doona off to force myself out of bed
-Went to the bathroom to wash my face
(I also peed, but let's leave the bathroom talk out of this)
-Put on the coffee machine, made coffee
-Sat down at laptop, checked the inter web, drank coffee
-Got sad when coffee was finished
-Started typing out this blog
-Thought about how much I want to Skype numerous people
-Looked in coffee mug to confirm it really was empty
-Got up and turned on the grill
(our toaster doesn't fit any bread or crumpet in it)
-Reluctantly rinsed coffee mug
-Took vitamins
-Put crumpets under grill
-Sat down, waited for crumpets
-Got up and rotated crumpets
-Grabbed yoga mat
-Sat down to wait for crumpets
-Smelt burnt crumpet
-Spread extra peanut butter & Vegemite to mask burntness on crumpets
-Ate crumpets
-Got clothes ready for work
-Had a shower, dried, got dressed
-Drove to work
-Remembered I didn't do yoga, got sad, but figured I'd done it the past 2 days so whatever
-Worked (I won't dot point that, it's retail - y'all know the drill)
-Got off work, drove to the grocery store
-Bought groceries...
-Drove home, took off pants & unpacked groceries
-Shoved a heaps of crisps in my mouth as I was starved
-Contemplated doing yoga, ate more crisps
-Poured a Gin and Limonada
-Sat down to update blog and chill
-Put on pyjamas
(I made the executive decision to stay in as I had a headache all arvo)
-Welcomed my brother home and had him order pizza (TGIF y'all)
-Finished drink (priorities) took out trash, washed dishes
-Drove around the corner to pick up pizza
-Came home, made another drink, ate pizza whilst watching AFL
-Finished eating, moved to my room
-Started watching Freaks & Geeks whilst enjoying my Gin and Limonada
-Realised that I hadn't really lived up until now... and continued to watch Freaks & Geeks all evening.
-I called it. I'm writing in the rest of the bullet points before they happen so I can post this bitch and get back to my stories.
-Brushed my teeth, washed my face, blah blah blah
-Slept all snug like a bug in a rug
FREAKS AND GEEKS!!!!!
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| I hope this was truly riveting for you all. |
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Shuffle Shimmy Shazam.
Day 11: Put your iPod on shuffle & list the first 10 songs that play.
Thank god I own an iPod, could have been awkward...
1. Pnau - Again
2. Korn - Twist
3. CocoRosie - Miracle
4. Sha-na-na - Blue Moon
5. Kasabian - Switchblade Smiles
6. Queens of the Stone Age - Another Love Song
7. Ben Lee - American Television
8. Pearl Jam - Elderly Woman Behind The Counter In A Small Town (epic title)
9. Pink Floyd - Speak To Me
10. Jimmy Eat World - Sweetness
It took me a few minutes to figure out how to actually put my iPod on shuffle, but I got there in the end, and the results made for a fun mashup. My favourite was Sha-na-na of course, Grease was full of epic tracks. I was fearing the 10 songs would include Ke$ha, Miley Cyrus, The Vengaboys & such... not that I have those on my iPod *cough* I think I'll leave my iPod on shuffle until I have to go to work now, I'm enjoying it. Here's song 11 in video form because it didn't make the cut.
Day 11 down, 19 to go.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
Thank god I own an iPod, could have been awkward...
1. Pnau - Again
2. Korn - Twist
3. CocoRosie - Miracle
4. Sha-na-na - Blue Moon
5. Kasabian - Switchblade Smiles
6. Queens of the Stone Age - Another Love Song
7. Ben Lee - American Television
8. Pearl Jam - Elderly Woman Behind The Counter In A Small Town (epic title)
9. Pink Floyd - Speak To Me
10. Jimmy Eat World - Sweetness
It took me a few minutes to figure out how to actually put my iPod on shuffle, but I got there in the end, and the results made for a fun mashup. My favourite was Sha-na-na of course, Grease was full of epic tracks. I was fearing the 10 songs would include Ke$ha, Miley Cyrus, The Vengaboys & such... not that I have those on my iPod *cough* I think I'll leave my iPod on shuffle until I have to go to work now, I'm enjoying it. Here's song 11 in video form because it didn't make the cut.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
Love & kisses.
Day 10: Discuss your first love and first kiss.
My first love and my first kiss happened in what feels like two separate lifetimes. My very first kiss takes me back to fourth grade and my birthday party (around my 9th). It was with my kind of boyfriend as far as 9-year-old relationships go, in the predictable cut the cake scenario, you know if the knife comes out dirty you have to kiss the closest boy or girl. Matt and I had only held hands up until then, and to be honest holding hands was kind of a big deal! Needless to say when we pecked each other on the lips we both got giggly and red faced as all my girlfriends of the time pulled Oh.My.God faces and laughed liked it was the craziest thing they had ever seen. Mum has a photo of the moment somewhere actually, one girlfriends expression is absolute gold, I'll have to try and dig it up when I'm back in Melbourne. Anyway that 'relationship' didn't stand the test of time, I called it off, probably because it was moving way too fast and kissing boys was disgusting. Matt now goes by the name 360 and apparently is a big deal in the Aussie rap scene.
Moving on to what some may argue is my first 'real' kiss, you know the first one with tongue and saliva and all that magical stuff. It was such a sham, and I was terrified to kiss anyone again for the next couple years; seriously you only need ask my boyfriend of a few weeks in year 9, I was scarred by that experience. He was an Eminem wannabe - don't laugh that was the thing at the time - and basically it was really wet, and not in a good way. It was as though he was spitting in my mouth and he thought it was sexy, it was anything but, but how was I to know the difference? Horrible, just horrible. I was sure I'd die a virgin after that incident. As it turned out my second french kiss was delightful after I made him wait all those weeks for a smooch. Kissing has definitely gained its appeal over the years, it's one of the best things in the world when it's done right. It can even be that good that you forget about the dreaded pash-rash and severely chapped lips.
When it comes to discussing my first love it isn't quite so simple as there is two particular loves, one being the real deal and the other being a blissful ignorance. My first boyfriend was everything I could have asked for in an introduction to a semi-adult relationship, we were happy and had loads of fun together. Everything was a laugh and we never once had a fight or argument. I thought it was love at the time, looking back I know it wasn't real love, but instead the perfect balance of lust and friendship. To this day I'm still happy with that relationship, even though it got a little messy emotionally that one time and we did the breakup makeup dance a couple times over. I haven't had an official boyfriend so to say since that one and only, but I've dated some great guys that would have made wonderful boyfriends no doubt if our timing had been better. The funny thing about meeting someone (seemingly) perfect is that that's not always enough, timing can be an absolute bitch.
My first and only real love to date was the most imperfect perfect guy, and I still have a great amount of love for him now, and it wouldn't surprise me if I always do - he was my first true love after all. I really hope that we remain friends forever, because I could never get bored of his imagination nor would I tire of our brains hanging out. He's just an awesome dude, and I have all the time in the world for an individual like him. He is also the reason I wrote the very first paragraph of the novella I've been in and out of working on, so you know I can't not be grateful for that, I'm proud of what I've produced there - even if it's taking me a lifetime to finish it! Cheers dude :)
Over all I wish every guy I've ever dated and known the best of luck in finding that right person, and I hope that that old bitch timing doesn't shit allover your parade. You were all wonderful in your own way and you deserve to feel firework inducing happiness. Even that slobber gangster that I frenched with in year 7 - I still convulse when I think of that - even that guy deserves a little loving, I'm sure he meant well... I wish I could have told you that my first kiss and love made me weak at the knees, and fireworks exploded in the heavens, and we shared a milkshake with straws, and we roller-skated hand in hand, and it was epic! But unfortunately it wasn't a fairytale. But that's okay because I will have that one day, and in the meantime I'll roam free and continue to meet wonderful folk along the way. And one day I'm sure I'll have some cheesy arse fairytale love to sing about, inducing involuntary projectile vomit. How romantic.
Day 10 down, 20 to go.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
My first love and my first kiss happened in what feels like two separate lifetimes. My very first kiss takes me back to fourth grade and my birthday party (around my 9th). It was with my kind of boyfriend as far as 9-year-old relationships go, in the predictable cut the cake scenario, you know if the knife comes out dirty you have to kiss the closest boy or girl. Matt and I had only held hands up until then, and to be honest holding hands was kind of a big deal! Needless to say when we pecked each other on the lips we both got giggly and red faced as all my girlfriends of the time pulled Oh.My.God faces and laughed liked it was the craziest thing they had ever seen. Mum has a photo of the moment somewhere actually, one girlfriends expression is absolute gold, I'll have to try and dig it up when I'm back in Melbourne. Anyway that 'relationship' didn't stand the test of time, I called it off, probably because it was moving way too fast and kissing boys was disgusting. Matt now goes by the name 360 and apparently is a big deal in the Aussie rap scene.
Moving on to what some may argue is my first 'real' kiss, you know the first one with tongue and saliva and all that magical stuff. It was such a sham, and I was terrified to kiss anyone again for the next couple years; seriously you only need ask my boyfriend of a few weeks in year 9, I was scarred by that experience. He was an Eminem wannabe - don't laugh that was the thing at the time - and basically it was really wet, and not in a good way. It was as though he was spitting in my mouth and he thought it was sexy, it was anything but, but how was I to know the difference? Horrible, just horrible. I was sure I'd die a virgin after that incident. As it turned out my second french kiss was delightful after I made him wait all those weeks for a smooch. Kissing has definitely gained its appeal over the years, it's one of the best things in the world when it's done right. It can even be that good that you forget about the dreaded pash-rash and severely chapped lips.
When it comes to discussing my first love it isn't quite so simple as there is two particular loves, one being the real deal and the other being a blissful ignorance. My first boyfriend was everything I could have asked for in an introduction to a semi-adult relationship, we were happy and had loads of fun together. Everything was a laugh and we never once had a fight or argument. I thought it was love at the time, looking back I know it wasn't real love, but instead the perfect balance of lust and friendship. To this day I'm still happy with that relationship, even though it got a little messy emotionally that one time and we did the breakup makeup dance a couple times over. I haven't had an official boyfriend so to say since that one and only, but I've dated some great guys that would have made wonderful boyfriends no doubt if our timing had been better. The funny thing about meeting someone (seemingly) perfect is that that's not always enough, timing can be an absolute bitch.
My first and only real love to date was the most imperfect perfect guy, and I still have a great amount of love for him now, and it wouldn't surprise me if I always do - he was my first true love after all. I really hope that we remain friends forever, because I could never get bored of his imagination nor would I tire of our brains hanging out. He's just an awesome dude, and I have all the time in the world for an individual like him. He is also the reason I wrote the very first paragraph of the novella I've been in and out of working on, so you know I can't not be grateful for that, I'm proud of what I've produced there - even if it's taking me a lifetime to finish it! Cheers dude :)
Over all I wish every guy I've ever dated and known the best of luck in finding that right person, and I hope that that old bitch timing doesn't shit allover your parade. You were all wonderful in your own way and you deserve to feel firework inducing happiness. Even that slobber gangster that I frenched with in year 7 - I still convulse when I think of that - even that guy deserves a little loving, I'm sure he meant well... I wish I could have told you that my first kiss and love made me weak at the knees, and fireworks exploded in the heavens, and we shared a milkshake with straws, and we roller-skated hand in hand, and it was epic! But unfortunately it wasn't a fairytale. But that's okay because I will have that one day, and in the meantime I'll roam free and continue to meet wonderful folk along the way. And one day I'm sure I'll have some cheesy arse fairytale love to sing about, inducing involuntary projectile vomit. How romantic.
Day 10 down, 20 to go.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Orange mocha frappuccino!
Day 9: What do you think the future will be like?
What an epic question. Of course - like everyone before me no doubt - I can only hope that we finally get those goddamn hover-boards. But what will it be like? I'd like to think that people worldwide all engage in and embrace unity, equality and the freedom to love. Not to mention a worldwide education and understanding on how important the environment is and that the time to give a damn is today if not yesteryear. Because even if you believe that you're not directly affected by the devastation of pollution and global warming, your children's children (and so on) sure as hell will be. This is our planet people, it's where we live, you wouldn't want people shitting on your living room floor would you? Nope. So let's not shit all over Earth, she's been pretty phenomenal in providing for us.
Okay, so I may have got off track a moment there, but that is only because that shit is real y'all. Anyway here's a tiny story to ease the intensity.
The Future, by &.the.bohemian.girl.
Far far away in a time at least twelve years away from now, there will be a great divide as the human race struggle to survive the inglorious invasion of the Swag-Bishes. Who in the hell dem Swag-Bishes you ask? Well my uneducated little earthling folk, a Swag-Bish is a hideous breed of human droid that was sent to the planet Earth to entice the simple folk that inhabited said planet to embrace their inner swagger (obvi). The results were devastating, and kind of amazing at the same time. As more and more humans began to refer to their friends as bitches and home-doggs, whilst shaking their booties at bear and other unsuspecting victims, those folk resistant to the movement - to which later was named an epidemic - began to avoid the converted Swag-Bishians. Of course a large portion of the non Swag-Bishes fell into a division of their very own, a division in which one could say was equally disturbing. Those folk all grew facial hair that they kept neatly trimmed (the women too) yet for some reason refused to shower as they sipped on their venti frappuccino's. Seriously, what's up with that? Anyway, as it turned out all that zombie apocalypse training that many had undertaken was a complete waste of time against the Swag-Bishes and converted Swag-Bishians, and there was nothing left to do about the booty shaking bear situations but just sit back and film it with your iPhone to upload it straight to youtube.
The End...? Boom shackalacka boom.
So I may be a tad overtired and mentally wired right now, but in all seriousness there is one extremely wonderful element to the future. That fact being the fact that it hasn't happened yet, and absolutely anything is possible. We are all capable of forging whatever path we so desire, and that's the most delectable thing of all. So wake up and get a big whiff of all those possibilities everyone, and step forth with all yo swagger and frappuccino's.
Day 9 down, 21 to go.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
What an epic question. Of course - like everyone before me no doubt - I can only hope that we finally get those goddamn hover-boards. But what will it be like? I'd like to think that people worldwide all engage in and embrace unity, equality and the freedom to love. Not to mention a worldwide education and understanding on how important the environment is and that the time to give a damn is today if not yesteryear. Because even if you believe that you're not directly affected by the devastation of pollution and global warming, your children's children (and so on) sure as hell will be. This is our planet people, it's where we live, you wouldn't want people shitting on your living room floor would you? Nope. So let's not shit all over Earth, she's been pretty phenomenal in providing for us.
Okay, so I may have got off track a moment there, but that is only because that shit is real y'all. Anyway here's a tiny story to ease the intensity.
The Future, by &.the.bohemian.girl.
Far far away in a time at least twelve years away from now, there will be a great divide as the human race struggle to survive the inglorious invasion of the Swag-Bishes. Who in the hell dem Swag-Bishes you ask? Well my uneducated little earthling folk, a Swag-Bish is a hideous breed of human droid that was sent to the planet Earth to entice the simple folk that inhabited said planet to embrace their inner swagger (obvi). The results were devastating, and kind of amazing at the same time. As more and more humans began to refer to their friends as bitches and home-doggs, whilst shaking their booties at bear and other unsuspecting victims, those folk resistant to the movement - to which later was named an epidemic - began to avoid the converted Swag-Bishians. Of course a large portion of the non Swag-Bishes fell into a division of their very own, a division in which one could say was equally disturbing. Those folk all grew facial hair that they kept neatly trimmed (the women too) yet for some reason refused to shower as they sipped on their venti frappuccino's. Seriously, what's up with that? Anyway, as it turned out all that zombie apocalypse training that many had undertaken was a complete waste of time against the Swag-Bishes and converted Swag-Bishians, and there was nothing left to do about the booty shaking bear situations but just sit back and film it with your iPhone to upload it straight to youtube.
The End...? Boom shackalacka boom.
So I may be a tad overtired and mentally wired right now, but in all seriousness there is one extremely wonderful element to the future. That fact being the fact that it hasn't happened yet, and absolutely anything is possible. We are all capable of forging whatever path we so desire, and that's the most delectable thing of all. So wake up and get a big whiff of all those possibilities everyone, and step forth with all yo swagger and frappuccino's.
Day 9 down, 21 to go.
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| Mmm.... Coffeeeeeee |
Monday, March 10, 2014
Walk in the park daisy picking picnic.
Day 8: A moment you felt the most satisfied with your life?
I've had a really satisfying day today actually. It's Labour day and the last day of the long weekend, it was also the last day that my brother, mother and myself can hang out all together before mum goes back to Melbourne. We took a cruisy start to the public holiday, enjoying a cooked breakfast before driving to Semaphore beach. Basically we spent the day beachside strolling and doing pretty much nothing, it was great. We finished the day with some wicked good Chinese food by the Marina too, and now we're three stuffed piggies on the couch pretty damn satisfied yo!
My satisfying day aside this question is about one particular moment, the most satisfying moment that I have experienced with my life so far... ah, um, lets see now... this is bloody hard, to pinpoint that one moment. It could easily be food related ecstasy, travelling abroad by myself, accomplishing certain tasks/goals, heck I even get sick satisfaction from finishing a letter or a blog, something so simple yet it's so damn satisfying for me. Finishing any form of writing just feels the best, I love it. But that one moment? I don't know guys, honestly I doubt I could tell you.
It would be easy enough for me to take the whole finishing my studies route (I am after all almost useless when it comes to finishing something I begin, apparently that's a Sagittarius trait so I learnt) it felt incredible to receive my diploma and have it framed and know that I accomplished something I started. But then again, I can't really remember the exact emotions and satisfaction from that particular moment, so surely it wasn't the most satisfying - if it were I'd remember every single moment of it right?
Holy bananas I am struggling here, this challenge is an actual challenge! Ain't no walk in the park daisy picking picnic. I find life satisfying, but right know I'm kind of frustrated by the fact that I cannot for the life of me pinpoint a freaking moment of pure satisfaction that defeats all other moments. And I don't know if that is depressing or maybe it's a good thing, as in there is no particular occasion because I'm just a satisfied kind of girl, all hopped up on satisfaction. Life is pretty good, can't complain! I mean there is always more to achieve and experience, and hopefully more moments of satisfaction to go with those achievements and experiences. And then maybe one day I could answer this goddamn question straight up, no rambling b.s.
Who am I kidding? I'm all about the rambling b.s.
Day 8 down, 22 to go.
Ah yeah baby, just finished another blog up in here.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
I've had a really satisfying day today actually. It's Labour day and the last day of the long weekend, it was also the last day that my brother, mother and myself can hang out all together before mum goes back to Melbourne. We took a cruisy start to the public holiday, enjoying a cooked breakfast before driving to Semaphore beach. Basically we spent the day beachside strolling and doing pretty much nothing, it was great. We finished the day with some wicked good Chinese food by the Marina too, and now we're three stuffed piggies on the couch pretty damn satisfied yo!
My satisfying day aside this question is about one particular moment, the most satisfying moment that I have experienced with my life so far... ah, um, lets see now... this is bloody hard, to pinpoint that one moment. It could easily be food related ecstasy, travelling abroad by myself, accomplishing certain tasks/goals, heck I even get sick satisfaction from finishing a letter or a blog, something so simple yet it's so damn satisfying for me. Finishing any form of writing just feels the best, I love it. But that one moment? I don't know guys, honestly I doubt I could tell you.
It would be easy enough for me to take the whole finishing my studies route (I am after all almost useless when it comes to finishing something I begin, apparently that's a Sagittarius trait so I learnt) it felt incredible to receive my diploma and have it framed and know that I accomplished something I started. But then again, I can't really remember the exact emotions and satisfaction from that particular moment, so surely it wasn't the most satisfying - if it were I'd remember every single moment of it right?
Holy bananas I am struggling here, this challenge is an actual challenge! Ain't no walk in the park daisy picking picnic. I find life satisfying, but right know I'm kind of frustrated by the fact that I cannot for the life of me pinpoint a freaking moment of pure satisfaction that defeats all other moments. And I don't know if that is depressing or maybe it's a good thing, as in there is no particular occasion because I'm just a satisfied kind of girl, all hopped up on satisfaction. Life is pretty good, can't complain! I mean there is always more to achieve and experience, and hopefully more moments of satisfaction to go with those achievements and experiences. And then maybe one day I could answer this goddamn question straight up, no rambling b.s.
Who am I kidding? I'm all about the rambling b.s.
Day 8 down, 22 to go.
Ah yeah baby, just finished another blog up in here.
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| Beach, beers, sunsets, satisfaction. |
Sunday, March 9, 2014
Beware the Zodiac.
Day 7: What is your Zodiac sign, and does it fit your personality?
I don't know much about the whole Zodiac business, that's not to say I haven't indulged in a few tacky magazine Star Signs in my time and laughed along whilst saying "Preach! Ain't that some uncanny truth" if it tells me something that I find pleasing... Who isn't guilty of that really? One thing I do know for sure is that the Sagittarius is half man/half horse, and is wicked good with a bow and arrow. And that my friends, is kind of rad. But being that I know little to nothing on the subject, I took the liberty of using old faithful Google to educate myself further. Here's a little rundown on what I've read:
-The half man/half horse archer is called a Centaur (Obviously.)
-The Sagittarius planet master is Jupiter, and it's one of the three fire signs. Also the sign of the philosopher and explorer.
-Sagittarians are independent, adventure cravers, whom are excitable, positive/optimistic, and value freedom above all things.
-They make great friends given their 'we'd do anything for you' attitude. (I really would do anything for my homies!)
-Born entertainers with no shortage of ideas, Sagittarians just want to explore the world and not fret about emotions, in fact they can be emotionally detached...
You know what guys I'm going to pump the breaks, there's no point me continue copy & pasting anything else about the Sagittarius sign - you all have Google - but basically Sagittarians are awesome according to this source of information: http://zodiac-signs-astrology.com/zodiac-signs/sagittarius.htm And I don't know if it's the red wine talking, but I've got to admit I just became that person who sits there nodding along in agreement whilst reading her Star Sign. So in answer to the actual question at hand, yeah I think I am pretty darn compatible with my Zodiac. It appears to fit my personality to a t from the little I read, so why the hell not. That said I also think it could be a huge conspiracy!!! Designed to suit every type of personality. Scandal. I'll have to read up on all the signs and report back my findings.
In the meantime why not click through on that link above and search your own Zodiac, it is a pretty great way to waste some time and you never know you may just read some 'facts' you relate to and enjoy. Heck, my mum's even getting educated. It turns out she ages backwards - gets younger with age that is - lucky Gemini Twinsie bitch. (I heart you and your brilliant genetics mother, you're a babe!) One piece of integral information I have to point out for you guys though, is that having a Sagittarius in your life will make the sun shine a lot brighter... Hey, you can't fight the power of Google's knowledge.
Happy Sunday guys & dolls, I'm going to go do what I was born to do and entertain like a boss! Aka: pour my mother another glass of red, can't tame those youthful Gemini's.
Day 7 down, 23 to go.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
Postscript: Excuse me for not being able to decide on one meme, it's just like totally the indecisive Sagittarius in me.
Saturday, March 8, 2014
30 useless pieces of information.
Day 6: Write 30 interesting facts about yourself.
1. I play the banjo, the fact that I don't play it well isn't important.
2. I've been a vegan for two years.
3. I love karaoke, but I'm that asshole that won't sing.
4. I have a cat named Charlie, why is it interesting? Because he's the best cat in the world, BOOM! I said it.
5. Brussel sprouts are my favourite vegetable.
6. I've never broken any bones!
7. Well actually as it turns out I broke my toe once, but it sorted itself out.
8. I've backpacked through Central America, South America, Jamaica, Canada, USA, Europe & South East Asia.
9. Technically I'm 27 years old, mentally I'm 12, and people often guess that I'm 19 based upon my physical appearance.
10. I have a ridiculous and uncomfortable fear of jellyfish and seaweed.
11. When I was younger I did karate for two weeks.
12. I can't touch my toes (this will be fiction by the years end, damn it!)
13. I can put my big toe in my mouth...
14. I have thirteen tattoos including a Land Before Time sleeve.
15. I once convinced my friend that my name is spelt 'Tarra' She bought it for months until I told her otherwise. Sucker.
16. I had childhood Epilepsy and suffered from zombie-esque blackouts.
17. I was terrified of cats as a child. The claws guys, the claws.
18. I'm extremely gifted at acting as though I love a shitty gift.
19. I never liked Hanson. In Primary School someone accused me of being a Hanson fan, I remember quite vivid to this day how disgusted, mad and just plain insulted I was.
20. I'm pro equality, and a firm believer in love being love. We're all human.
21. Surprisingly I have a Diploma in Magazine based Journalism. Me study good.
22. I collected butcher boys (slater bugs) as a child, farming them in old ice-cream tubs.
23. After working in childcare for 5 years, I'm now reluctant to have children.
24. If my desire to have children suddenly re-birthed (jokes!) I would adopt.
25. I once won a colouring competition and got to run through the banner with my AFL team - Hawthorn Hawks - during a live match.
26. There's a scar on my left elbow from playing slip & slide in the bathtub.
27. I did one weeks intense training in Muay Thai when I was on vacation a few years ago. To this day I still feel like an unstoppable badass bitch.
28. My parents once tricked me into eating Skippy (you know, the bush kangaroo) I knew the steak tasted funky! Jerks.
29. I once broke my cousins bubble-wand and pretended I found it that way.
30. I love Ringo Starr... and I think Zach Galifianakis is kind of sexy...
Feels good to get that off my chest.
Day 6 down, 24 to go.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
Postscript: Geez guys, I thought this whole thirty facts bit would be a piece of cake! As it turns out facts are easy, but what equates to interesting facts not so much... Whatever it's Saturday night y'all! Time to flick the switch to party mode and disco.
1. I play the banjo, the fact that I don't play it well isn't important.
2. I've been a vegan for two years.
3. I love karaoke, but I'm that asshole that won't sing.
4. I have a cat named Charlie, why is it interesting? Because he's the best cat in the world, BOOM! I said it.
5. Brussel sprouts are my favourite vegetable.
6. I've never broken any bones!
7. Well actually as it turns out I broke my toe once, but it sorted itself out.
8. I've backpacked through Central America, South America, Jamaica, Canada, USA, Europe & South East Asia.
9. Technically I'm 27 years old, mentally I'm 12, and people often guess that I'm 19 based upon my physical appearance.
10. I have a ridiculous and uncomfortable fear of jellyfish and seaweed.
11. When I was younger I did karate for two weeks.
12. I can't touch my toes (this will be fiction by the years end, damn it!)
13. I can put my big toe in my mouth...
14. I have thirteen tattoos including a Land Before Time sleeve.
15. I once convinced my friend that my name is spelt 'Tarra' She bought it for months until I told her otherwise. Sucker.
16. I had childhood Epilepsy and suffered from zombie-esque blackouts.
17. I was terrified of cats as a child. The claws guys, the claws.
18. I'm extremely gifted at acting as though I love a shitty gift.
19. I never liked Hanson. In Primary School someone accused me of being a Hanson fan, I remember quite vivid to this day how disgusted, mad and just plain insulted I was.
20. I'm pro equality, and a firm believer in love being love. We're all human.
21. Surprisingly I have a Diploma in Magazine based Journalism. Me study good.
22. I collected butcher boys (slater bugs) as a child, farming them in old ice-cream tubs.
23. After working in childcare for 5 years, I'm now reluctant to have children.
24. If my desire to have children suddenly re-birthed (jokes!) I would adopt.
25. I once won a colouring competition and got to run through the banner with my AFL team - Hawthorn Hawks - during a live match.
26. There's a scar on my left elbow from playing slip & slide in the bathtub.
27. I did one weeks intense training in Muay Thai when I was on vacation a few years ago. To this day I still feel like an unstoppable badass bitch.
28. My parents once tricked me into eating Skippy (you know, the bush kangaroo) I knew the steak tasted funky! Jerks.
29. I once broke my cousins bubble-wand and pretended I found it that way.
30. I love Ringo Starr... and I think Zach Galifianakis is kind of sexy...
Feels good to get that off my chest.
Postscript: Geez guys, I thought this whole thirty facts bit would be a piece of cake! As it turns out facts are easy, but what equates to interesting facts not so much... Whatever it's Saturday night y'all! Time to flick the switch to party mode and disco.
Friday, March 7, 2014
Embrace the cheese.
Day 5: What is the happiest memory of your life?
Is it sad that I can't think of one? No, surely not. It's just there is a series of spectacular memories, and I can not for the life of me pin point the one that made me the happiest. I would actually like to imagine it hasn't happened yet - give myself something epic to look forward to. I'm really just a happy little hippy for the most of this whole life business, I mean sometimes I can be a right moody bitch, but it's a rare and unfortunate occasion that we're all entitled too. Women even more so given our hormones. Don't you love that line, MJ blamed it on the boogie and women everywhere blame it on the crimson tide. Classic.
My mum has been visiting my brother and I these past few days, and we've been taking strolls a plenty down by the beach. On said strolls we've collected numerous shells, and there is something about this that takes me back to when I was younger and life was simple, and the best thing in the world ever was to find a shell that was a pretty colour that wasn't cracked or splintered. There has to be some happy memories in there. As for my current happiness, right in this moment I'm having a midnight champagne before bed with mum, even though I'm working all day tomorrow. I'm not going to lie to y'all, I'm pretty freaking psyched and carefree. And it feels great.
Life is awesome you guys!! Enjoy it with a big ass cheesy grin, and some wicked dance moves. We're all ninja's at heart.
Day 5 down, 25 to go.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
Is it sad that I can't think of one? No, surely not. It's just there is a series of spectacular memories, and I can not for the life of me pin point the one that made me the happiest. I would actually like to imagine it hasn't happened yet - give myself something epic to look forward to. I'm really just a happy little hippy for the most of this whole life business, I mean sometimes I can be a right moody bitch, but it's a rare and unfortunate occasion that we're all entitled too. Women even more so given our hormones. Don't you love that line, MJ blamed it on the boogie and women everywhere blame it on the crimson tide. Classic.
My mum has been visiting my brother and I these past few days, and we've been taking strolls a plenty down by the beach. On said strolls we've collected numerous shells, and there is something about this that takes me back to when I was younger and life was simple, and the best thing in the world ever was to find a shell that was a pretty colour that wasn't cracked or splintered. There has to be some happy memories in there. As for my current happiness, right in this moment I'm having a midnight champagne before bed with mum, even though I'm working all day tomorrow. I'm not going to lie to y'all, I'm pretty freaking psyched and carefree. And it feels great.
Life is awesome you guys!! Enjoy it with a big ass cheesy grin, and some wicked dance moves. We're all ninja's at heart.
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| Me & my mum send our smiles. Taste the chhheeeesssseeee inter-web! |
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
Thursday, March 6, 2014
The lone paragraph.
Day 4: What are your views on Religion?
That old chestnut didn't take long to rear his (or her) potentially ugly face. The thing about religion is that it's a sensitive topic, and although I understand that many people have grown up with certain beliefs and others simply believe because they need something to believe in, I personally do not follow a religion so I really can't say much about it. In fact the closest I get to a religion is my endless love and obsession for self expression through fashion, and my constant growing appreciation for animal (and environmental) rights that has come with my choice to leave meat behind five years ago (I am now two years a vegan, unbelievable given my desire for bacon back then - my friends and family still mention how I use to sing about it...) So yeah, religion; we're all entitled to it, whatever you want to believe in it's yours and no one has the right to take it from you. But me? I guess I just choose to believe in myself, and if I put positivity and love out into the world that isn't such a terrible thing. And if times ever do happen to get dark - which they may every once in a while - I'll lean to the love of my friends and family as they would to I, and that's all I need.
Quickest blog entry I've ever done... I better add a photo of a cat...
Day 4 down, 26 to go.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
That old chestnut didn't take long to rear his (or her) potentially ugly face. The thing about religion is that it's a sensitive topic, and although I understand that many people have grown up with certain beliefs and others simply believe because they need something to believe in, I personally do not follow a religion so I really can't say much about it. In fact the closest I get to a religion is my endless love and obsession for self expression through fashion, and my constant growing appreciation for animal (and environmental) rights that has come with my choice to leave meat behind five years ago (I am now two years a vegan, unbelievable given my desire for bacon back then - my friends and family still mention how I use to sing about it...) So yeah, religion; we're all entitled to it, whatever you want to believe in it's yours and no one has the right to take it from you. But me? I guess I just choose to believe in myself, and if I put positivity and love out into the world that isn't such a terrible thing. And if times ever do happen to get dark - which they may every once in a while - I'll lean to the love of my friends and family as they would to I, and that's all I need.
Quickest blog entry I've ever done... I better add a photo of a cat...
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| That'll win 'em over. |
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
We choosy the boozy!
Day 3: What are your views on drugs and alcohol?
Well let's put it this way, I just nailed my first glass of champagne for the day and I have no doubt that my mum (who is visiting from interstate) and I will annihilate the rest of the bottle, plus the expensive white wine I bought as a treat because I'm an awesome daughter who understands my mothers needs, heeeeyyyyyy!
I definitely have a love hate relationship with liquor. I'm either the best kind of drunk or the absolute worst, the only difference being two or three drinks. I never use to have blackouts mind you, and hangovers were a rare occurrence. It has become painfully obvious to me now that I cannot drink to the same extremities to which I did in my early twenties. As much as I can be that reckless, sometimes emotional - occasionally even emotionally disconnected - drunk I always remain a lady of the best intentions, my intentions sometimes just get a little adventurous so to say...
One thing's for sure is that I'm not one to regret, I don't agree with regrets rather I consider a messy situation another lesson learnt, and we're just human so you know lessons are an absolute must for our development - learn by doing HOOZAH! I have noticed though that the majority of situations that caused me great embarrassment and had me asking "Holy Herbie you speedy little bug, why oh why OH WHY?!?!!!!" all these situations have one common denominator, that being the juice. Not that I want to be that person that blames it on the alcohol, but it can 100% make you loose, the tricksy temptress she is.
Overall yeah, a little boozy indulgence is all apart of the circle of life really. Everything in moderation of course, unless your day has been complete and utter Scheiße, in which case you are excused. As for drugs, there are so many out there I haven't tried and can't comment further than I have no desire to try them as I kind of suffer from an addictive personality. I've also heard the worst kind of stories - as have we all - of the effects of said drugs, and I can't say that I find the high worth the possible devastation that they may cause the people that care about me and of course my own wellbeing. What I can comment on is the leafy greens, should I comment is another question, so let me just say that I own these jeans:
And they're beyond fabulous.
Day 3 down, 27 to go.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
Well let's put it this way, I just nailed my first glass of champagne for the day and I have no doubt that my mum (who is visiting from interstate) and I will annihilate the rest of the bottle, plus the expensive white wine I bought as a treat because I'm an awesome daughter who understands my mothers needs, heeeeyyyyyy!
I definitely have a love hate relationship with liquor. I'm either the best kind of drunk or the absolute worst, the only difference being two or three drinks. I never use to have blackouts mind you, and hangovers were a rare occurrence. It has become painfully obvious to me now that I cannot drink to the same extremities to which I did in my early twenties. As much as I can be that reckless, sometimes emotional - occasionally even emotionally disconnected - drunk I always remain a lady of the best intentions, my intentions sometimes just get a little adventurous so to say...
One thing's for sure is that I'm not one to regret, I don't agree with regrets rather I consider a messy situation another lesson learnt, and we're just human so you know lessons are an absolute must for our development - learn by doing HOOZAH! I have noticed though that the majority of situations that caused me great embarrassment and had me asking "Holy Herbie you speedy little bug, why oh why OH WHY?!?!!!!" all these situations have one common denominator, that being the juice. Not that I want to be that person that blames it on the alcohol, but it can 100% make you loose, the tricksy temptress she is.
Overall yeah, a little boozy indulgence is all apart of the circle of life really. Everything in moderation of course, unless your day has been complete and utter Scheiße, in which case you are excused. As for drugs, there are so many out there I haven't tried and can't comment further than I have no desire to try them as I kind of suffer from an addictive personality. I've also heard the worst kind of stories - as have we all - of the effects of said drugs, and I can't say that I find the high worth the possible devastation that they may cause the people that care about me and of course my own wellbeing. What I can comment on is the leafy greens, should I comment is another question, so let me just say that I own these jeans:
Day 3 down, 27 to go.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
Monday, March 3, 2014
Ten year plan.
Day 2: Where would you like to be in ten years?
I remember making a mental checklist about where I was going to be in ten years time when I was 20-years-old; seven years later I've pushed the whole concept out the window and decided to just live in the now rather than having any actual plan. Having done that I have managed to score a diploma in Journalism (Magazine based) and I've travelled to 20-something countries, written many adventures on the way, and met all kinds of characters rather than focus on a career. I know this bothers some people, and puts a few others in awe - wishing they could live that way (which they totally could) - but it doesn't really matter what others think, as long as I'm enjoying the ride.
In reality I don't think you can ever really have a plan for life, how the hell can you know what's going to happen and what your circumstances may be. Maybe I'm so averse to it because I've seen how having a plan can create the wrong kind of pressure on oneself, especially when life doesn't magically fall into place like you had planned. But honestly would you really want it to? Where's the fun in that! All that said though, of course it's acceptable and recommended to set yourself some goals, as it's definitely rewarding to tick things of the old mental checklist. And obviously it's pretty damn great to achieve hopes and dreams you have in place for yourself. So with that said I guess I can write a loose ten year plan of where I would like to be, no pressure of course, but it would be nice to have achieved one, two or all of the following things.
First: Overall it's important for me to remain happy & healthy (as I wish the same for my loved ones), and of course that I'm making the most of my free time by being creative and utilising my imagination as this is what really gets me stoked in life.
Second: I see myself living in a major city, in my first property, which would be a studio apartment the size of a shoebox... I couldn't say where in the world, but I will have a cat, sticky notes and photos covering the walls, and of course stacks upon stacks of literature and vinyl.
Third: I will have written a couple novellas, plenty short stories and actually have them available via eBooks; the big dream and ultimate goal being that one is published as a hard copy and someone out there loves it - and I could say aloud I AM A PUBLISHED AUTHOR!!! And yes, I would yell it from mountain tops, tall buildings, and probably just tell strangers as I walk down the street. "Hey did you know I'm a published author? You do now. Tell your mum, tell your dad, tell your friends, heck - you should probably tell your cat..." and of course I hope to still be blogging, filling the minds that read this with absolute nonsense.
Fourth: Wherever my career has taken me in ten years time, I want to be enjoying my work. I want to be the best I can be at what I'm doing, and I want to be proud of my achievements and the results I'm producing. Whatever happens I do not want to get comfortable and carry on working in a job that is unfulfilling. I want to be able to learn something new everyday damn it!
Fifth: I'm hoping that I will have taken the leap and enrolled in further education, as it is a personal dream to study abroad - particularly in New York City. The idea of living somewhere like NY just about explodes my mind, it really is the kind of city that is filled with endless possibilities, and it has a taste of many cultures. I love it. LOVE IT.
Sixth: I will be friends with all the same people and more, and I will continue to be the ears for listening, the shoulder for leaning, and the one that makes you a mojito when you're feeling down. I want to be the best friend I can be, because my loved ones deserve the best as they are the best and they give me all the love I could hope for - just not the whoopee kind, that'd be awkward...
Finally, I'm pretty positive I'll continue to work, save and travel, as there is so much world to see and culture to absorb. And I know for sure that I'll continue to listen and learn about every little thing I can. But there is one thing I am yet to experience that I would like to some time within the next ten years, and that is to fall in love and have the feelings reciprocated. It would be such a gift to find myself in a loving relationship that is the perfect balance of adult and childish silliness. Whatever happens though, I know I will continue to grow further into myself. And I won't change who I am, rather just continue to work on the elements of myself that haven't quite developed how I wished.
You just be you, I'll just be me, and that's all we can do.
Day 2 down, 28 to go.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
I remember making a mental checklist about where I was going to be in ten years time when I was 20-years-old; seven years later I've pushed the whole concept out the window and decided to just live in the now rather than having any actual plan. Having done that I have managed to score a diploma in Journalism (Magazine based) and I've travelled to 20-something countries, written many adventures on the way, and met all kinds of characters rather than focus on a career. I know this bothers some people, and puts a few others in awe - wishing they could live that way (which they totally could) - but it doesn't really matter what others think, as long as I'm enjoying the ride.
In reality I don't think you can ever really have a plan for life, how the hell can you know what's going to happen and what your circumstances may be. Maybe I'm so averse to it because I've seen how having a plan can create the wrong kind of pressure on oneself, especially when life doesn't magically fall into place like you had planned. But honestly would you really want it to? Where's the fun in that! All that said though, of course it's acceptable and recommended to set yourself some goals, as it's definitely rewarding to tick things of the old mental checklist. And obviously it's pretty damn great to achieve hopes and dreams you have in place for yourself. So with that said I guess I can write a loose ten year plan of where I would like to be, no pressure of course, but it would be nice to have achieved one, two or all of the following things.
First: Overall it's important for me to remain happy & healthy (as I wish the same for my loved ones), and of course that I'm making the most of my free time by being creative and utilising my imagination as this is what really gets me stoked in life.
Second: I see myself living in a major city, in my first property, which would be a studio apartment the size of a shoebox... I couldn't say where in the world, but I will have a cat, sticky notes and photos covering the walls, and of course stacks upon stacks of literature and vinyl.
Third: I will have written a couple novellas, plenty short stories and actually have them available via eBooks; the big dream and ultimate goal being that one is published as a hard copy and someone out there loves it - and I could say aloud I AM A PUBLISHED AUTHOR!!! And yes, I would yell it from mountain tops, tall buildings, and probably just tell strangers as I walk down the street. "Hey did you know I'm a published author? You do now. Tell your mum, tell your dad, tell your friends, heck - you should probably tell your cat..." and of course I hope to still be blogging, filling the minds that read this with absolute nonsense.
Fourth: Wherever my career has taken me in ten years time, I want to be enjoying my work. I want to be the best I can be at what I'm doing, and I want to be proud of my achievements and the results I'm producing. Whatever happens I do not want to get comfortable and carry on working in a job that is unfulfilling. I want to be able to learn something new everyday damn it!
Fifth: I'm hoping that I will have taken the leap and enrolled in further education, as it is a personal dream to study abroad - particularly in New York City. The idea of living somewhere like NY just about explodes my mind, it really is the kind of city that is filled with endless possibilities, and it has a taste of many cultures. I love it. LOVE IT.
Sixth: I will be friends with all the same people and more, and I will continue to be the ears for listening, the shoulder for leaning, and the one that makes you a mojito when you're feeling down. I want to be the best friend I can be, because my loved ones deserve the best as they are the best and they give me all the love I could hope for - just not the whoopee kind, that'd be awkward...
Finally, I'm pretty positive I'll continue to work, save and travel, as there is so much world to see and culture to absorb. And I know for sure that I'll continue to listen and learn about every little thing I can. But there is one thing I am yet to experience that I would like to some time within the next ten years, and that is to fall in love and have the feelings reciprocated. It would be such a gift to find myself in a loving relationship that is the perfect balance of adult and childish silliness. Whatever happens though, I know I will continue to grow further into myself. And I won't change who I am, rather just continue to work on the elements of myself that haven't quite developed how I wished.
You just be you, I'll just be me, and that's all we can do.
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| Hey baby, you come here often? Happy & healthy at 27, it could be worse... |
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
Rewind.
Prelude
I stumbled across a 30 day writing challenge via this lovely little blog: http://missisgoode.blogspot.com.au and figured I may as well attempt to do it over the month of May. As anyone who knows me could tell you my ability to stay focused is less than desirable, so I think this will be a nice way to put pen to paper once a day. Convenient it is that I had hand written the most of this following blog prior to stumbling across the challenge, and DAY 1 is to write about your current relationship or singleton status. Jackpot, the ground work is done. So here's my rewind to Valentine's Day, sorry it had to come a couple weeks late, but you know...
14.02.2014
I stumbled across a 30 day writing challenge via this lovely little blog: http://missisgoode.blogspot.com.au and figured I may as well attempt to do it over the month of May. As anyone who knows me could tell you my ability to stay focused is less than desirable, so I think this will be a nice way to put pen to paper once a day. Convenient it is that I had hand written the most of this following blog prior to stumbling across the challenge, and DAY 1 is to write about your current relationship or singleton status. Jackpot, the ground work is done. So here's my rewind to Valentine's Day, sorry it had to come a couple weeks late, but you know...
14.02.2014
Right in this moment I’m standing in my apartment in my fundies (fun undies that is), having just dropped my brother at the airport. It may
seem too much info to you guys, but this moment is important you see. It's a right of passage and there is nothing more liberating than being able to walk about in as little clothing as you please - dare I say one could even strut in the buff! The time had come that I could finally christen the apartment and officially call it home. So here I stand in the kitchen (hygienic) making a pizza for one and drinking champagne. It’s a pants-less celebration on Valentine’s Day and being that I only have myself to romance myself, I figure why the hell not do whatever I please whilst the apartment is ALL MINE.
I settled in with a film [The Virgin Suicides] and got into the
complete wrong frame of mind. Brilliant, brilliant film, but for tonight it appeared the wrong choice. So I sat on the couch feeling weird for a while, drinking a second glass of red wine. I sent a message or five to my girlfriend, who of course was snuggled up sweet and safe on the couch drinking champagne with her new fiancé (bitch.) She responded with a string of encouraging texts telling me to haul arse out of the apartment, and so I found the motivation to dance into some jeans and a singlet via Justin Timberlake, added bare minimal makeup and I dragged my single butt out on the town.
I lit a cherry cigar for faux confidence – you know the old keep your hands busy trick – as I stepped outside and walked the shore to the marina. I couldn’t quite decide whether it was torturous or empowering to be out on Valentine’s Day by myself. I was anxious, happy, curious and not sure if I wanted to cave in on the whole idea and just go home, back to the always tempting safety of ole faithful couch. Instead I stuck it out and hit my first stop, a little tapas bar on Jetty Road that I knew did half price mojitos. Nothing says party like a mojito.
I took a seat outside and watched the pedestrian traffic whilst sipping the drink. They had made it quite strong - no doubt because I was out by myself on date night - it was pretty damn delicious and it put a stupid smile on my face. When I finished up I made way for the jetty, lit up by the full moon and street lamps that paved the tourist strip. I power walked past the dawdlers of all generations; they held hands and took their time, savouring the romance as the moon glowed above head and the water was calm beneath. I was alone, but it felt surprisingly good.
I lit the other half of my cigar and inhaled too deep. It would burn tomorrow but for now I enjoyed the light-headed feeling that accompanied the overzealous inhalation. I let it consume me a moment, staring at the moon, ignoring the happy couples that surrounded me. I headed back to land a little slower, savouring the combination of the moon, the ocean and the lights of the Stamford hotel. I like it here. I spotted the daughter and parents team that had been at the tapas bar, I guess we took the same path of half priced drinks and a walk on the jetty. As they stepped onto the pier and I stepped off I shot them a smile, they didn’t notice of course, but I felt pretty solid with the fact that she was with her parents for Valentine's Day and I had the nerve to wander by myself.
I cut tracks to the bar over the bridge; I've been here before and know that it's many things but pretentious. I hit the bar and ordered what was to be the first of many gin & tonic's before taking a seat outside with a view of the TV (there was a kung-fu film on). I thought about Melbourne and how my girlfriends and I would go out together on Valentine's Day and dance the night away whilst drinking champagne. It was so easy. But here I am out by myself on the ultimate date night, and I've got to say it's quite liberating.
It wasn't long before a guy came over and asked to take a seat. We chatted for a while over drinks, and it was nice to have made a friend... or so I thought. As it turned out the whole boy and girl becoming friends conundrum came into play, and we went our separate ways. From there I hit the dance floor and had a great time dancing with strangers. I had no idea where he went. Before I knew it it was closing time, and I stood mentally alone out the front whilst a man drunker than I tried to piece together words next to me. For some reason I felt a little depressed, so I yelled bye as I ran down to the ocean.
I threw my sandals on the sand as I ran into the water and didn't care that from the knee down my jeans were soaked. It's funny how the beach just makes everything feel better, the infinite abyss. Walking along the sand I realised how dark it was, I had no idea where I had thrown my sandals, and to be honest I didn't care. I headed home with a smile on my face and an I don't give a damn attitude, and I honestly didn't. I was content as I wandered drunken, single and shoeless all the way home. It was just me, the last single girl of Glenelg, barefoot and loving it.
After getting home and of course eating the most of a can of Pringles (the perks of being single is you get all the Pringles!) I stripped down to my fundies, brushed my teeth and sprawled out in bed. Sure, it would have been nice to have someone to hold me like they mean right then, but for now I'm pretty content.
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| I mean really guys... I can't understand why I'm still single. |
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
Postscript: Whether you're in a relationship or flying solo - it's all relative - the key is to love yourself unconditionally. And one day may we all find ourselves lucky enough to have found the love of another that is both unconditional and infinite, and we can accept that love because we know that we truly deserve it.
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