Once again, it has been a while. A lot has happened, but time has passed by so quickly that everything has merged and I couldn't really tell you all about it. It's funny how that happens, but I guess all you can really do is keep living it. That's all you can ask for. Life is simple like that.
Basically work is work, a lot happens, and it happens quick. Sink or swim! Even during quiet periods you struggle to find breathing room, I love it though, because it is literally impossible to get bored. I'm a little confused as to whether I'm happy or sad right now. I'm definitely exhausted, yet some how a little wired - perhaps the fact that it is half 7 in the morning and I'm on my second coffee? Routine baby, I'm getting back in the swing of it.
I've just got back from Europe, four weeks. It's funny how you wait all year for it, that one big trip for the year (if you're lucky enough to get the time off, and have the money saved) and it feels as though you blink, and that's it, you're back at work, back into the usual routine.
I'll say this much, all it took was four weeks off work, and here I am the morning after flying in, awake by 6am, sitting and writing my first blog in almost 6 months. Shit, I cannot believe that it has been that long… Travel truly is a beautiful thing. I'm already planning my next trip, plus a move.
Gotta shake things up a little, keep 'em guessing.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
PS: I wrote this the other week, but forgot to hit post… maybe I should lay off the caffeine… ha. No. Coffee is life.
I was in Byron for a wedding a couple weeks ago, absolutely beautiful! I had a lot of time by myself, which I realised after craving it for so long, that it wasn't the same when I wasn't home - I think this is in large to do with my inability to do nothing …seriously, even when watching a movie I'm doing my nails or writing letters etc etc… Here's some notes from the plane ride.
It's funny how things change. I'm a very chilled person, yet life has upped its tempo to a rapid pace, and so - as one needs to - I've adapted. Yet when you get those moments, in which you can finally put your feet up, I become anxious, and it takes me a solid amount of time to adjust and realise it's ok to stop.
It's so important to have balance in life. Part work, part play, part me.
I need to set short term and long term goals. There are a few things I want to tick off before I'm 30. Thirty countries travelled. First apartment (owned). Finish a novel. And smaller interests I want to dabble in: Learn how to home brew. Make soy candles. Infuse my own vodka. Play multiple songs on banjo. Piece together sentences in Spanish…
I need to write more. Do yoga. Play banjo. Learn a language. I need to travel the world. I need to stay up till sunrise. Swim naked in the sea. I need to be shamelessly myself. I need to stop over thinking, and do it. I'm closing in on 30, I need to not second guess who I am. It's ok to be different, in fact it's better than ok, it's fucking brilliant.
Shit you guys, I honestly started writing (and re-writing) this entry in October. OCTOBER! That was four whole months ago, what the hell happened? Well, everything. And I decided to scratch all my previous words and start fresh, it is a new year after all.
2015 has been a ride, positives, negatives… negatives. I'm not one to dwell, but a lot of major events went down, and sometimes you need to reflect on that to gain perspective. So here is my year simplified in one paragraph:
Bridesmaid for my bestie (YAY!); went from hair to my nips, to a number 2 shave raising dem billz for Leukaemia; got made redundant, you'd think this a negative, but surprisingly it wasn't… packed my car and drove around Australia; Got home and dreaded looking for another job in fucking retail, yes, fuck, we are talking retail here. Got an interview for the one job I applied for, positive? Nah, I actually thought this negative, and almost didn't go. Went to interview, got offered a job, took the job, positive, positive, positive… Find out dad has cancer, negative. Exhaust myself staying positive. Seriously, it takes everything out of you… Focused on work, got promotion, positive! Dads first surgery on the primary is successful, positive. Work, all the time - positive (yep, I actually love my job). Celebrate my nieces 1st birthday; Dads second surgery (secondary), successful! POSITIVE!! Just in time for Christmas dad is out of hospital, my American friend is back in Melbourne, and the family is together drinking all the good wine. Fa-la-la-la-la…
When I break it down like that, it looks so simple, but what a fucking ride. My emotions hit a new peak, in which I literally had to switch off, and to my job I am thankful; it was a perfect escape from the emotional banquet the family and I were going through. But basically after the year we had, I'm pretty much convinced my family is an unstoppable force that can get through anything. That said, I look forward to 2016 as a fresh slate - cancer can kiss my butt, to put it sweetly.
So heres to 2016 guys and dolls. Honestly, anything is possible. Just remember to take whatever opportunities present themselves, because life is too fucking short, and time really does move faster with age. It's true, I'm 30 this year, when did that happen?
…Naw I kid! Y'all are wonderful pieces of sugar-plum, sweet-treat delights, honestly. So how the hell are you? Fabulous no doubt, you better be! I last left you to venture on an Australian road trip, given I am Australian and I've travelled a lot, yet neglected my own country (rude bitch) said trip was epic, as any road trip worth taking should be. I won't dwell on it, but to summarise: Australia is fucking awesome. Yeah, I said it. I'm not bias. You should all see it, or at least wherever the hell you are just pack up your car and hit the road, that shit is liberating…
I may have been home longer than I'd like to admit, neglecting the old blog, being productive in every way other than the ways I should. You know, like all good procrastinators do. Not entirely true though, I do get shit done, you better believe it. I'm pretty stoked on this year! I'm setting goals and ticking them off my 'epic list'. I once spoke about writing one of those, and it was quite confronting to have a list of all the things I've been meaning to do written in front of me, I put it on my wall so it is in my face every single day. And that bastard keeps growing, but guess what? I'm ticking things off.
Raise over $2000 for a charity? Tick. Hit the road? Tick. Start learning another language? Tick. Become perfectly adequate at banjo? on my way to a damn tick - I'm still woeful, just less woeful than last year, that is progress in my book. Start a business plan (and a mint collection of vintage/designer/rare clothing & accessories) tick that shit! And then there are numerous things that I've taken a step towards; like mum and I have a project piece to try our hand at furniture restoration, and I'm close to finishing a novel. Seriously. I can smell it. It smells like delicious bloody destruction, as intended.
I can't describe to you guys how good it feels to tick something off this list. I never feel controlled by it, but it is there kind of mocking me if I do nothing about all of the things I want to be doing. So ultimately the list is an evil genius. I recommend, if like me you find yourself being a talker and not a doer some of the time, make a mother flipping list. And put it up somewhere where it can visually taunt. Then, slay every last thing on that bad boy. And feel unstoppable.
Anyway, I'm feeling pretty good. I'm alive, it's nice, I like it. Gonna bake some cookies, make a home made coffee body scrub, write 1000 words, do some yoga. Just because I can.
Wow. This year has been jam packed, and I can't even begin to process the fact that we are almost at the halfway point. There is so much that could be said, but for now I'll keep it short - so you have less to read and I have less to write. Embrace the simple, enjoy the lazy, as I for one are officially in FORCED holiday mode. Let me explain.
This year has been anything but breezy, but simplified it looks a lot like this
-Bridesmaid for best friends wedding
-Tears at cousins funeral
-Love & giggles with my niece - the original Princess Charlotte FYI -
-Shaving off my nipple length hair to raise cash for cancer
-The beauty & joy (& fear I don't squish him) of baby Reef
-Constant fun, 'cause life is short yo!
And in most recent events I was made redundant (a first for me) as my work closed their only Victorian store; you'd think I would be sad about this, but I mostly felt a weight lifted. Free bird! As for what's next, who knows. But I've packed up my car and I'm going to let Australia tell me whats up for the next couple of months. Which will put the bohemian girl blog on hold till I return, but fear not, you can catch all or nothing of the adventure if you so choose. Just look for drifterdaze on wordpress. Or follow this here lazy link https://drifterdaze.wordpress.com
One thing this year has shoved in my face is the fact that life is too goddamn short to sit on dreams, it's fucking go time.
See ya soon enough inter-webiverse homies!
Until then, peace, love & happy tidings.
I'm around women that inspire me constantly. Whether physically or mentally, these women are always there. I've met them on my travels, I've met them through day to day living, and in mere passing. They may not always physically be there, but it both comforts and satisfies me in knowing that they exist. Yep, the notion is undeniably pleasing.
Feminism to me, is not the act of hating men, that is a horrible misconception. Ultimately it is nothing and everything to do with men; it is simply equality. Women deserve to have the equal rights of men. We are capable of little and of all, just like men. Yet it saddens me to admit, that women are actually one of the biggest hinderance in our equality. There are still an overwhelming amount of women out there that slut shame, judge, and belittle each other. And for what purpose? to feel better about themselves for a moment? How can that possibly weigh up. It is truly heartbreaking. And it has me screaming, Where's the mother fucking sisterhood?
We've come so far, mentally and physically. We are not just physical play things, even though we are damn right visually appealing - all you beauties out there are perfection. So we have vaginas, and yes this can lead to occasional and uncontrollable emotions and sassiness, but that's not such a bad thing, in fact it's kind of brilliant really. So let's let our sassy side out, and put it to positive use already. As individuals we have a tiny voice, but together we can be an unstoppable force. A roaring circus of lady tigers that will not be silenced, but heard! Be appreciated and accepted by one and all, whole heartedly and 100% as equals of equal importance, equal rights, and equal awesomeness as human beings. Utilise your negative energy and put it to positive use, you'll feel satisfied for it - trust me - and suddenly you'll feel empowered and more alive than ever. You'll want to do good.
As for men, can a man truly love vagina without first loving woman and everything we encompass? Just a thought… Humans everywhere, I implore you. Love first yourself, once you do you can fully appreciate others, you will lose your urge to judge, and humans everywhere will start to appear equal. And perhaps the world will become a slightly better place, or at the very least you'll be a better person for having chose love over hate, acceptance over judgement, and just the desire to live as one. For this you may call me naive or an ignorant fool, but I sure as hell would rather be a fool that illuminates positivity and love for all then sit on a stoop of judgemental hate and insecurities.
Now to all my sisters out there, repeat after me 'I have a vagina and I'll scream it from the mountaintops with pride.' Go you good va-jay you! Scream on.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
Postscript: There are many links I could share for sisters that are getting it done, but for now I leave you with Caitlin Stasey and Herself. Just because it's a slice of wonderful empowerment.
http://herself.com
This wasn't the blog I thought it would be. After my last entry being a complete angst rant, I was hoping to write about sisterhood (which to me is a perfect discussion. All hail the pussy.), but it wasn't quite time - I haven't found my perfect voice, and yes, for that particular blog I require a perfect voice; because women everywhere are perfect. Honest to god. Just as they are. Amazing, wonderful, unstoppable beings. With a power and essence so strong they may just be more than equal. Yeah, I fucking said it. Women may just be the superior being. This blog entry however, it has taken a different path. A simple path, one that gets back to the basics, and one essential fact - we really should take more time for ourselves.
Today I had a day off work; I had the boring run of the mill tasks to get done - a few loads of washing, general cleaning, yada yada. I also did some yoga for the first time in too long, this is not a chore but a series of movements that help me breathe and feel centred and at ease (don't knock it till you've tried it). I cooked a pasta dish after fresh picking select veggies from the garden, yeah, I actually picked food from the backyard! How gold is that. I crafted a couple game cards for my girlfriends hens party (which was fun and not a chore, 'cause it was for my lady). Overall I really got things done in the first half of my day. The one thing that got me through all that boring yet necessary crap was the thought - once I'm done I'm soaking in a mother fucking bubble bath. Oh yeah, it's on like Donkey Kong, it's going to rain bubbles this Saturday afternoon. And it did. And I've got to tell you all, it was epic.
I don't have baths often, for one, it would lose its appeal if I were to hit the tub too often. And most importantly, a bath is not very water efficient. But when I tub it, I own that white plasticine dream. I ate my pasta in the tub. Listened to Fol Chen 'The False Alarms'. Drank a double Jalapeño Margarita. Had an intermission - peed, put on Sabina 'Toujours' and popped a bottle of champagne. Returned to tub. Dunked head under water and pretended I was a mermaid. Sat up right and ate dates. Dunked hair only so I could still hear music. Sat upright. Ate another date and decided in was probably time - after all the water wasn't causing my skin to steam anymore & I had listened to two full albums. Unplugged bath and sat waiting as the water drained. Nearly ran out of breathe blowing out candles. Ate another date, drained champagne, stood up, gained my breathe, savoured the moment, got dry, got moisturised, stood around naked and content… put on pyjamas just in time to welcome guests.
All this may seem trivial to some, but for those that it does, you just don't get it and I would feel bad for you if I had the time for that. And to everyone else, it's the small things in life right? :) When you have a moment to yourself don't feel alone, make the most of that rare moment. Enjoy your own company! Because if you can't enjoy yourself just as you are, how the bloody hell will you ever be happy. You! are enough. You're wonderful. Know it, repeat it, live it.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
Postscript: A quick shout out to one of the most inspirational ladies I know, Miss Sarah Grounds. Hot little pocket pocket rocket mamma bear yogi instructor!! With two kids and a third on the way, this woman is running her own business, and teaching yoga to mums in the burbs of Melbourne. If so you desire a little training? And you're in Melbourne? She is WELL worth the travel. Find her here: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Crossfit-Croydon/214093372113209?pnref=lhc
Or follow her fab blog here: http://www.breathemovenourish.blogspot.com.au
Get inspired by true girl power.
Warning: the following blog entry turned itself into some what of a rant on working in retail. There will be cussing, as there has been blood, sweat and tears, and a complete loss of freedom. But fear not, for they'll never have our souls; nope, they have that too… At least I have somewhere to blog about my feelings and shit, so take that retail industry head honcho butt plugs.
You know those moments when you question whether something is really happening, or perhaps it is all in your head. Do you have those? I have them frequently, even if I'm doing something simple like driving or peeing. I ask myself wait a minute, am I really here? Is it really me sitting on the toilet right now, oh shit! Am I peeing my pants in a public place? I don't feel wet, is wet an illusion, the chicken or the egg, are zombies cannibals on steroids… Questions like these constantly plague me, play on my anxiety, and have me questioning reality - occasionally, I mean I haven't lost my shit completely. I've always had an active imagination, but sometimes it worries me that I live there a little too much. Most of the time I love it though, and walk around with a stupid smile on my face that often causes my mum to ask what the hell are you thinking.
…about that time I made out with Ryan Gosling. That was definitely in my mind, not real, but 100% lusty and delicious all the same…
I'm never afraid to ask questions, if you don't know something just ask, it's better to be laughed at for asking than to pretend you know what the hell is going on, and being asked a question you can't bullshit your way through. Although, working in retail I've become quite the expert in bullshitting my way through conversations. I'm not entirely sure that is something I'm proud of or not, but I'm bloody good at it. Let it be known I don't apply this technique outside of work. I'm the champion of nodding my head in fierce agreement, smiling, and adding a totally at the end. And why not, if it makes someone feel better about themselves. I pride myself on not being an asshole about it though, I sure as hell wouldn't sell someone on something that looked epically shit on them, I want people to feel good about themselves.
One cold hard truth about the retail industry most us retail assistants are thinking, or have been thinking at one point or another in our years of duty, is that we don't particularly care for your life story. Although sometimes I (like others) do enjoy a good story, we mostly just don't give two shits. Especially when you lay down your negative energy on us, and your complaints, 'cause lord knows there is sweet fuck all I can do for you, and believe me as a fellow human being - I know, mind blown, we're just like you - we actually have our own shit to sieve through, don't make us take home yours as well.
I, as a shopper, actively attempt to not be an annoying little fucker, maybe this is because I've worked retail for so long, or perhaps I just have manners and a lack of self privilege. So why can you not reserve this attitude for me in return? I sure as shit won't bully someone over 'false advertising' as it's not their fault that their boss is a toss. Rhyming is fun. Have fun where you can, another rule of retail, or for life in general. Also, take any small win you can. End of year Christmas party - get drunk with your coworkers, just soak it up, and eat as much as you can too, if they allow doggy bags, bag up lunch for the next day. Yolo people, you're disposable anyway so don't lose sleep over the prospect of losing your job, just embrace your disposability. Once you accept that, you have nothing to lose.
Honestly, I actually enjoy my job for the most, there is just aspects that have me experiencing scary emotions and hostility, like wanting to punch someone direct in the face… these aspects generally take there toll this time of year. To work casual retail is to not bother to make plans, undoubtedly you will be called to work on that day if you do. It means truly treasuring a weekend, if you're lucky enough to get one. It is to go from a shitty 9 hour week in which you worry about survival to a 40 something hour week, but to only be told these hours as you go, so you know don't attempt to have a social life…
Am I complaining? well yeah, but that's only because people are assholes. Really mean mother fucking psychotic mentalists, and at this time of year, it's the worst. Merry fucking Christmas. Why do we do? The pay lovelies, it ain't half bad. Will I work Sundays and public holidays? Fuck yeah I will, make it rain, double time. There is also the hope - that we cling onto ever so dearly - that one day the flexibility will work, and we'll have time to do the things we really love, because trust me, we don't dream of selling crap to people that abuse and annoy us with petty bullshit for the rest of our goddamn lives. Nope. We're dreamers, dreaming every day of something bigger, or at least to have people hush, buy something, or get the fuck out.
Furthermore, next time anyone thinks about complaining about policy, quality control, and what is legal in any retail shop out there in the world, please take a moment to remember this one small detail, the poor asshole you're cutting loose at is just a pawn. Yep, a fucking retail pawn making the rich richer and getting no love for their hard work and you know, their soul. And don't even get me started on the state of car parking this time of year, it's just the cherry on top of the sickly sweet retail pie. And quite likely to be the final factor in me losing all sanity this festive season. Bring on 2015, a fresh canvas of possibilities. Or at the very least, no more Christmas nutter butter butt heads.
Merry Christmas everyone, key word, MERRY! I wish you all a fun time, and endless supplies of love.
Work life be like ^
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
Postscript: I don't know about you guys, but I've always kind of wondered what I'll look like with a shaved head, as a result of this and - mostly - losing my pop (grandpa) to cancer recently I've signed up to the Leukaemia Foundations World's Greatest Shave. Come Sunday March 15th - the day after I play bridesmaid to my bride girl Liz - I'm having my lengthy locks shaved right off, much to the delight of a few other girlfriends that all want to be the one that has the honour of the buzz.
Find me on the Leukaemia Foundation page here: https://secure.leukaemiafoundation.org.au/registrant/FundraisingPage.aspx?RegistrationID=562999#&panel1-3
No matter how different we all may be, there is one thing that keeps every individual connected, that is death. Death may signify the end of the road for one, but for those left behind it can be the beginning of a whole new outlook and appreciation for living. At least, I can only hope we all come to see it this way.
I flew in late a couple Thursdays past, back to Melbourne to celebrate the life of an adventurer; a motorbike riding bad ass who was not bad ass at all, but the kindest of men with nothing but love for his family and friends. A true gentleman in every sense of the word. Friday morning I hauled ass out of bed early to flip through mum's photo albums, let me tell you, my mum has a giant tub on wheels exploding with albums, some so old they may crumble in your hands. They had a certain smell that I can't get enough of, like a library. I took a big whiff, a whiff of history and endless memories. Nothing quite tells a story and memory like a photograph, and one photograph can tell a hundred stories depending on personal recollection. Trust me there's been several lets say 'discussions' in my family as to when and where events have occurred. In particular when it comes to my nan and pop, they sure had some fierce discussions in their time, both too stubborn to admit defeat; and why would they, they were right.
Going through the old photos I found my favourite, one I remembered from so many years past I couldn't tell you when, but I knew it existed. That sure is one of the beautiful things about our brains, the ability to store memories, some so old we simply don't remember - but something is triggered. Scent, touch, deja vu, and a simple knowing, our senses are incredible. The photo wasn't quite how I remembered, I was younger than I thought, 10.5 months opposed to 3 years, and it wasn't just us. But that's all I saw, just me sitting on pop's knee, smiling, as he gave me my first sip of beer. Cheeky bugger. Sadly on closer inspection the beer was Fosters, which just may explain my fear and distaste for beer for all those years… I'd like to add I've wised up since and have quite the appreciation for a brew (or two) nowadays.
After gathering a collection of photos, young and old, we were summoned to Nan's for a quick cuddle. The word quick used loosely. A couple hours later, many coffees poured, food prepped my bro and I slipped back home. This 'quick' visit left little time to get ready for the funeral, thankfully Azz (brother) placed all the photos together on my makeshift photo board, boom, teamwork got us there. I tacked the photos down whilst shoving a few spring rolls in my face, a cheeky mimosa to wash it down and we were out the door. The service was lovely, as perfect as it can be. A little Sinatra, a lot of passionate emotions, endless love and support, and of course no shortage of Kleenex. Coffee, tea, cake, then came the wake. A true celebration of the life of a gentleman, a family man. Cold brews, champagne popping - Pop had always asked what's the celebration, today it was all about him.
Back at nan's I took a moment to slip away. I sat on the lone splintered bench on the front porch, lit a cigar and sipped on champagne. I had been blank all week, angry at myself for not finding the words to speak at the funeral, or just say anything at all. Every thought flooded me as I sat alone, inhale, sip, my brain ticked. I sat smiling, looking at the clouds fluffy cushions in the blue sky. I'm not religious in the slightest, I can appreciate why people may need to believe, it's just not for me. But in that moment I liked the idea of heaven; Pops sitting at a bar with his best friends - both of which are no longer with us - they'd be smoking real cigars, drinking from steins, planning the next big trip. Smiling down at us suckers, still slugging away and working for the man, yep, working hard for the good life.
I stubbed the cigar against the bench and headed inside for a top up, after all it was a brilliant day to get full on food, booze and a whole lot of love. We will never stop missing our pop, but he sure as hell wouldn't miss the left overs… Mamma Mia that's a lot of hooch, but it sure tastes alright.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
Postscript: Cancer is a cunt, one that will touch every one of us in one way or another. It can come on unexpected, and be utterly ruthless. There may not be much we can do to fight it, but if you're in a position to you may wish to donate towards research, if not please just look after yourselves, get yourself examined every once in a while… And most importantly, keep on living the good fucking life.
As much as we convince ourselves we're adults as soon as we hit 21, we are in fact just children experiencing our first pay checks. Don't get me wrong, we had our jobs and new found responsibilities, but ultimately the majority of us hadn't really learnt anything, not yet.
I personally took my job very seriously; I would turn up to work no matter what. When I was so hungover I thought I may die OR if I was only 80% sure I was even sober, I was there. I even remember turning up when my first boyfriend shat on my heart, whatever man I've got a job to do. Even if I did spend the majority of my shift 'cleaning' aka crying in the back room. I was a responsible adult with my work ethic in check, and I'd be damned if I didn't get me my Sunday pay… So we had our shitty jobs, and we may have been living in a shoebox, but it was OUR shoebox. We gladly paid our rent and bills, we bought our own clothes, sipped on cheap wine that often came from a box (which consequently came with a free pillow) we had our friends over for Italian/Mexican/Thai - all of which sound fancy but are also thrifty - and we had our spare wine cask pillows for when they crashed on the floor. Oh yeah, we were adults! Mature as fuck.
Whatever we wanted in life we could have, reach out and take it, make it yours. Fight for it, work for it, deserve it. Our money is our own, we'll spend it on whatever makes us happy. From shouting our friends and family, even if we can't afford to, it makes us feel badass so we drop those bills, it's just money who cares. I can look after myself and my homies, boom, make it rain. Sometimes we buy new shoes and don't have the money to take them to dinner - or a new phone whatever your thing is we've all been there - who cares, our feet and legs look outstanding, and I know I'll always crack a smile when looking down at them from my bowl of two minute noodles, totally worth it. No one can judge us for these indulgences, we're entitled to them, it's a right of passage when you start earning your own money. In fact we can never truly be judged for anything in life, as only we have the right to judge ourselves. That's right, no one else is entitled to judge you and if they think they are than they have bigger problems on their hands - namely they have self issues - so be someone you can be proud of, there is no arrogance in that only self love.
Our twenties sure as hell are not our golden years, they may be the most dramatic, or feel the most liberating, but in the end it's only the beginning. We haven't even started yet. But lets not ride off the entire decade, because our twenties matter. They are the years that mould us, carve and shape us through trial and error, give us a sense of true identity. We're finally getting somewhere, we're realising who we truly are and want to be. We're becoming the individuals we've been waiting to become, young adults ready to leap into the next phase of living. We still don't know everything, but fuck it, who ever really does. We're putting ourselves out there, we're learning and that's ok - we don't have to know it all, but we know something and that's pretty grand. Instead of getting absorbed and caught up in our faults and where we may have gone wrong, we finally just embrace, learn our lesson, and carry the fuck on.
Looking back over my twenties I've really come to appreciate these years; the ups the downs, the drama, the freedom, the complete and utter chaos. These really are the greatest of even the worst times. We throw ourselves out there, we've experimented, we've laughed, we've cried, we've tried. We have lived our lives outside of routine and restrictions. We've made mistakes, done things we thought at the time were regrettable, but in actual fact they aren't really regrets, nope, looking back they were the lessons, the acts that we didn't realise at the time but they were shaping us, teaching us. Life isn't always easy, and you know what, thank god for that. What a tedious life it would be to play it safe and not break some bloody boundaries.
Your twenties are to be tested and treasured, they are some of the most important years, although - at the same time - the most irrelevant. Through experiences and mere observation we really do get away with murder (figuratively speaking of course) and that's the beauty of it, no drama is that big in the end, just character building and a further education to life. We're figuring out what we want or perhaps learning that maybe we don't want what we thought we did. Whatever happens and whatever may lie ahead, we're a step closer to taking it on. Guns blazing we're roaring to go, knowing that in the end these are the year to dream big. As for our thirties? Well, they'll be fierce! And our forties? Just fabulous. And from then on who knows? But one thing for sure is that we'll sure have some ripper stories.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
Postscript: The above song felt like a necessary accompaniment to this blog entry. Icona Pop - I love it, listen to it loud and dance like no ones business. You're only as old as you feel you are and I plan on being fierce and fabulous forever, you should all join me.
I do - as does everyone - have big plans for all the things I want out of life, yet coincidently living tends to get in the way. I aim to blog more frequently, to have somewhere to store all the nonsense that floats about in my brain. Well I shouldn't say floats, floating is far too peaceful. In my mind its a wee bit more erratic than that. I've also had many dreams and aspirations for what path I want to take in life, in fact I'm the first to confess that maybe I have too many paths I want to follow, so many so that I often feel overwhelmed. And as my brain tornados about - often as I lay down to sleep I have to tell it to shut the fuck up (it never works, I can't outsmart that bastard) - I can never seem to focus on one thought, it's all in there, but I can't get a hold of just one to make any big decisions for what comes next. Honestly though, can we not have all the things?
My friend recently took a HUGE leap and quit his job, this is a big deal because it's something he has spoken about for the longest bloody time. I'm so proud of him for doing it, and I know it wouldn't have been easy as it's his fathers business. After he told me and we talked about all the awesome things he can do with his spare time - like sleeping - he mentioned writing a list, a list of all the things he has talked about doing that he has yet to have done. I told him he doesn't want that list, it's too fucking depressing. Because it is; who wants an epic list of everything they wanted to do and haven't done yet in their face? But then again, maybe we need the list. The list could be the shove that we need, the piece of paper that says "look here you fool, you may think you're living, but look at all this shit you've talked about but haven't got around to!!" the list may slap you in the face, but really, that's only the beginning of its power.
I'm not going to lie, I'm a pretty great procrastinator, dare I say a professional in the art of procrastination. I can always find something else to caught up in to avoid focussing on the task at hand, and it's not because I don't want to complete the task, I really do! I just struggle with completing the goals, as I can be scared for what comes next. It's ridiculous, but… I just finished painting my nails just now. You see what I mean. And blogging isn't even a big thing, there are so many things I want to do, so why stay focused on the one task. I know I know, to finish the thing. Oh Lordy Tara, make like Nike and just do it. I really need to push aside all fears of judgement and the always present concern that I can't do that, because why can't I? Other people have, why not me? Why not you too.
See how I just wrote a paragraph about procrastinating?
Whilst I'm analysing my faults, I've realised just how much of an addictive personality I have. I mean I can give something up when I focus on it, and I won't even miss it, but I'll find something to replace whats lost. For example I didn't drink for a 24 days - lets not point out that I know the number of days - but I did rekindle my love for Ebay. I realise now after buying a whole new wardrobe of clothing that I may need to back off the Ebay. Although I do love having parcels delivered, I have quite the relationship with the post lady now. I've come to think of Ebay as another form of gambling though, you get a thrill out of the concept of beating someone, and you loose your cool and take it too far every once in a while. And to be frank, I can be an Ebay asshole. I get mad when someone outbids me, so I bid a little higher, hoping that they will have to pay more. How rude is that? And ridiculous. Damn Ebay bringing out the worst in me. The guilt, the shame… Don't judge me, I've confessed my sins.
Enough about procrastinating, and Ebay - you glorious bastard you! Today I'm finishing a blog, doing yoga, getting my fridge filled, getting my car fuelled, writing 1000 words, and removing everything from my watch list on Ebay. All before I go to work this afternoon. And I don't need a list, fuck the list, I'm just going to do it. WOO! I mean my nails are done, so I'm pretty much ready for anything the day can throw at me now. I'll be like BOOM, ombre nails. They're like little blue laser beams, shooting out of my fingers tips. Nothing can stop me now! Well maybe cat memes can stop me… but they won't, not this time. I'm taking charge, like a ninja on crack. Instead it's just me, highly caffeinated, and getting my mojo working.
And here's a mini-recap for my friends and family, aka the people that read my nonsense: My melbourne visit was busy, emotional and filled with love and the best company. I spent a lot of time in the hospital with my pop - who is slapping the negatives in the face by choosing to remain positive (hoorah - suck it cancer!) - I took my nan out to coffee and of course went to the vegan donut place, their jam donuts are out of control. Had a long overdue family lunch, Nicole is starting to show by the way - she's got a little girl brewing in there! We're all super stoked about it. Of course I snuggled the crap out of Charlie, that's a given. My little love bug.
In other news I broke my dry July with only a week to go, you see I figured it was more important to break that then it was to break tradition on the pint at the airport. Also lets face it, in my family we drink wine and tend to stress eat during the hard times. Well we may just drink wine through all the times… Oh! I hadn't had a good nights sleep for about a week, but after flying back to Adelaide on Sunday and working that day, I can say I finally got a full nights rest, and it was glorious. But not as glorious as those jam donuts, mum you're going to need to bring me one when you visit next week, one or five, whatever.
On a final note before I make like the Hulk and smash this day! They say nothing in life worth having should be easy, and they're right - whoever the hell they are - where would the fun, adventure and sense of self achievement be in that? Any small step is a step in the right direction. So don't put pressure on yourselves, but do take a leap every once in a while, it may just pay off or at the very least you'll have done something.
Big, huge, enormous, gargantuan love. Because love is the drug for me.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
Postscript: I have to admit, I really do love a good list. Seeing it all written out in front of me, and of course ticking off those little boxes! Goddamn that is a satisfying motion. With a flick of the wrist, another goal bites the dust. Ohhhhh yeeaahhhh, suck my tick!! I will write the list of the undone, I want to see it now, I want it in my face. I think I'm finally ready to tick some serious boxes.
It's been a whirlwind past month as I've plane hopped from Adelaide to Melbourne, Melbourne to Los Angeles (plus a stopover in NZ), insert numerous mini road trips and plenty of time wasted using the LA Metro, and then Los Angeles to Melbourne (there's that stopover again…) before the final leg Melbourne to Adelaide. And you know, straight back to work the next day. A lot has happened in between, so here's an obligatory recap.
Melbourne was charming as always. Seeing Charlie (my cat) warmed my heart and probably offended my family, because he is the apple of the pie - if the pie is indeed an apple one. Seeing my cousin get married was beautiful and a little surreal. We were best friends for the longest time and I remember him telling me all about this girl many moons ago, and here we are now in our late twenties - they have a house and have tied the knot. I guess we've grown up a little after all. Just a little. I barely survived my hangover post wedding, which I blame on a combination of things:
1. my vintage YSL heels that have zero grip
2. my eccentric dance moves
3. the Sambuca shot that finished me
I'd like to add on the last one that my brother missed his flight back to Adelaide because of that Sambuca shot. We have both decided to give up shots… well, Sambuca ones at least. Anyway, I still managed to haul ass out of bed and meet my lovely Liz for coffee and an afternoon of Bridesmaid dress shopping - cheers for driving Julie! It nearly killed me, but for Liz I could power through anything. Say what you like about me, but I'm a damn committed friend! We ended up purchasing the first and only dress we tried on after browsing around to be sure we weren't jumping the gun. It's a delicious dress and I cannot wait to stand in it next to Liz on her special day, I love that girl much much much lots. Lots. LOTS.
Besides a few quick coffee dates and some slapdash packing, I left Melbourne and made my way to LA. Whilst there I soaked up as much sun as possible, spent time with my lovely mates, owned the dance floor with new and old friends at the glorious wedding of the Gallagher's, spent most my budget on food (glorious food!) went on hikes, lay on beaches, got a mandatory tattoo addition, saw some ladies dance in their lace numbers - dirty 30 celebration - and did just a little shopping. Little by my standards.
The highlight of the trip was definitely dancing at Rob and Katt's wedding; it was such a beautiful location in Solvang - wine country California - if you ever have the opportunity to go don't hesitate. Everyone just came together regardless of whether they knew one another, we were all best friends for the evening. I like that environment because I'm very much the kind of person that loves everybody until I'm given good reason not to. Why have hate or a judgemental attitude. Love and acceptance is a far better mantra, that and 'one shall always dance big'. As in your arms can always stretch further, don't hold back. Bring it.
Back to Melbourne I travelled with the bitter sweet feeling that accompanies me after every trip, the not knowing when I'll see those left behind again and the excitement to go back to my loved ones at home. I was only in Melbourne a couple nights, I managed to see the grandparents, and a few others in the mad rush - the ones I HAVE TO! see regardless of time restraints. I even managed to fit in an Orthodontist appointment, and then I was back at the airport with mum in tow to fly to Adelaide. I slept well that night, which was good because I had to work all weekend. And here I am, back in Adelaide as I finish up this blog entry. It's taken a while to get on top of it, due to a constant flow of work and several pieces of both good and bad news to absorb regarding my family back in Melbourne.
I can finally announce that I will become an Aunty! My eldest brother and his wife are expecting their first little bean, meaning mum and dad will become grandparents! As in life the good and bad do tend to tango together, with the above news also came word that my pop (grandfather) has just been diagnosed with stage four cancer. My initial reaction surprised me, in that I didn't react at all. That may seem heartless to some but it is quite the surreal piece of information to receive, and we all process the negatives in our own ways.
Since my initial reaction - or lack there of - I've been on a wee roller coaster. I can't tell you how hard it is to be away from home and family during times like these. If you've ever lived away from home no doubt you can relate, you feel disconnected and this undoubtedly feeds the surrealism of the situation. Or maybe it's just a coping mechanism? To attempt to not feel, and busy yourself with the everyday stuff… I love my pop, he's the only one I've ever had the pleasure of meeting, making him endlessly special to me. It's scary to think how fragile life is; one day you're fine, the next week you're sick, come the following month you're diagnosed with cancer. It's a fickle game this life business, and we really mustn't take it for granted.
Here are some fun facts:
- I saw a Smaug plane. Air New Zealand, if you've ever wanted to ride a dragon.
- Cookies are an acceptable breakfast, as long as they're the soft gooey kind.
- I changed a saying in this blog from 'apple of my eye' to the (in my personal opinion) approved version 'apple of my pie'… mmm pie.
- Never attempt to eat sushi when you're hungover. Trust me on this.
Life is precious you guys! Take the good with the bad, learn, grow and keep on living. Because in the end it's a fickle business and you never know what may lay ahead. And remember, it's better to regret doing something than it is to regret having not done at all. Besides it's not really a regret, it's but a lesson learnt. Tra-la-la!
Alright guys, I may have gotten a wee bit carried away with my break after finishing the 30 day writing challenge. As a result I haven't actually blogged in one whole month and a week, or more simply 5 weeks (and 3 days technically). What an arse. Ive been busy though, I promise! I haven't just been googling cat memes, watching Girls (as in HBO TV - not me creeping) and dancing on my own… I mean I've done all of these things and they were glorious, but I've also been working a lot, fighting grime, and have had several visitors from Melbourne to entertain. So there is some good excuses in there when you think about it. Completely justified really. Don't even know why I'm bothering to defend myself.
Girls was amazing by the way, I smashed out all three seasons! Consider it a perk of not having friends in Adelaide, I mean who even needs to make new friends when there is so much catch up TV available. I kid, I kid! So my mum and dad came over to Adelaide for a week and a half, it was lovely to have them around again, but also kind of nice to say goodbye. That may sound harsh, but I knew I was seeing them again in a few weeks, and my budget had been blown on wining and dining. Mostly I was kind of tired, and to be perfectly honest I kind of missed being alone. I see them next week though, and I can't wait. My cousin is getting married to the girl he use to talk to me about when we were fresh out of High School, how adorable is that? It's also super convenient because all my dads side of the family will be in one place, meaning I'll see them all on one day.
I only have four full days in Melbourne before heading to LA for another wedding, which can be hard when all you want to do is relax with your time off work. I guess relaxing can get pretty boring though come to think of it, I like to keep busy, otherwise I struggle more so than usual to turn off my brain at night. Whilst in Melbourne - besides my cousins wedding - I have to make sure I see a collection of others (y'all know who you are) and very important it is that I go dress shopping with yet another bride to be (seriously, everyone is getting hitched) Obviously you don't just dress shop though, there's brunch, coffee and possibly a couple cocktails involved. It's important to make a day of these things. I also have to celebrate a wedding that I sadly couldn't attend, so yeah, another bloody wedding. Everything has something to do with a wedding. I guess we're at that age now. I think I may be single forever though. A lone wolf. Fighting grime.
After our parents visited last month, my bro and I had the house to ourselves for a whole week before my girls came over for shenanigans. As it turned out I didn't need that extra V boost (an aussie energy drink for those playing abroad) as I walked in the door after my Thursday night shift everyone had settled into the couch for the night. Those bastards. We did go out dancing on the Friday though, and by dancing I mean we started a dance floor at a couple venues where no one was dancing. I was in bed just before 3am Saturday and had work from 10-4. When I got home everyone was still in bed. Those bastards. It was lovely to have the girls take some time and spend the cash to come see me, it felt unbelievably good to have some girlfriends around, even if we did just lounge about eating and watching films. Their company makes me content.
I must say, it is getting pretty damn fresh up in this bitch. I'm fighting a cold at the moment, I'm usually pretty lucky in the sense that I don't get terribly sick, just a bunch of annoying symptoms that linger about like an uninvited bear at a picnic. Also, I thought I should mention my mum has found the 'stickers' on Facebook and she keeps sending me those giant obnoxious and slightly creepy smiley faces. I don't love it, but I'm pretty proud of her for discovering them. Oh! I took my longboard out the other week and I rode it with my legs! YEAH! Plus, I've been listening to Silverchair a lot today. That information may seem irrelevant, but if you give it a listen you'll realise that it's awesome and you'll shut your mouth.
Besides all of that useless information not much else has really happened other than general day to day life. You get up, you drink coffee, you shower, you work… In six days though, I'll be back home to Melbourne. I'm so excited and more than ready for it. I'll be amongst family and friends again! And five days after that I'll be back in Los Angeles (also amongst 'family' and friends) for… you guessed it, another wedding! Plus one of my girls is turning 30, I hear it's a dirty age, so we'll celebrate accordingly. Three short weeks after that I'll be back in Melbourne for a night or two, and then back to reality. Work and save, travel and spend. It's a pretty good gig.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
Postscript: I hope my cat Charlie is reading to be squeezed so hard his eyeballs nearly pop out. I miss that little rascal of mine.
Well let's see now, I really am the kind of person that struggles to remember what I did only yesterday, days kind of blur into each other. I can say for sure that someone else's low was a high for me, that being a lady quitting at my place of work, meaning I got a lot more hours - woo! No need to worry though she found a management position within another company, high for her. Life is funny like that, the lows can come with highs, and the highs with lows.
Life always keeps you guessing.
I've definitely had some highs this month, it was beyond lovely having my mum visit, and then my brother and his wife too. We had some great times at wineries, on the beach and even just staying in with each others company. All the family time was such a high for me given I've been a little lonely here. It's great that my brother is around all the time, he is a swell dude, but it would be nice to have a few girlfriends as I miss mine that are scattered about the globe dearly. Sometimes in life a girl just needs a girls company, because only a woman can understand… that said I wouldn't dare belittle the brilliance of a male's companionship! It's just different.
Back on the topic of highs and lows, I've got to say doing this 30 day writing challenge has been filled with many emotions - some high and some low. For instance I've felt at times during the challenge that I've had to force myself to write something, and I haven't had my heart in it, resulting in my own sanity being challenged as I re-read and criticise my half-assed efforts! But I guess that's the point, and that's what makes it a challenge. Overall I'm proud that I've stuck it out, but I'm not gonna lie to y'all, I am dying to only blog when I want to now. But I'm thankful that I've learnt blogging once a week is not impossible, in fact it's kind of easy in comparison.
In summary the month of March - like any month before and after it - was filled with numerous ups and downs, and that my lovely readers is just life! A freaking roller coaster. And I like it, because it keeps me on my toes. Like I've said before there is always down points in life, but we become stronger with each negative experience because we learn and grow. So really it's not all so bad, and those highs when they pop up - they are the freaking bliss! Thus making the ride so goddamn worth it.
Day 30 down, challenge complete.
Kisses Homies.
I look forward to blogging for you all whenever the hell I feel like it.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
Young at heart forever.
Mum & dad.
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 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.
