Love Me When I Least Deserve It

So, I’d better write all this out before I forget any of the minor details. I do want to write this all down, just because I don’t want anything like that to repeat itself.

On Thursday morning, after the time we were supposed to be leaving for the river mum told me I was allowed to stay in Adelaide until Saturday morning – for a very good friends birthday. I was to only go shopping and then stay at my Grandparents that night, and on Friday I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere further than Bridgewater with the car. So, I didn’t go shopping. Instead I went to Jacob’s house to literally mash the refresh button on the SATAC website – so we could both find out Uni offers, and then celebrate accordingly. As unexpected as it was, I got into my first preference, a Bachelor of Design (Visual Communications) at UniSA. Then we grabbed some fucking amazing BBQ Chicken pizza from Marcelina’s (if you live in the Glenunga area and DON’T get your pizza from Marce’s I am very, very disappointed) and I hurried back to Nunnu’s house (like, 3ish hours late, my bad).

Friday, oh man. It was fantastic. Well, the morning was actually pretty bad. I got woken up at 6.30 in the morning because of my gosh darn uncle warming up his Harley Davidson. Then I went home at 8.30, talked to my neighbour whilst looking like shit, showered, searched for my tooth brush, made a little Tumblr queue and then headed off. I did something new on Friday. I found myself in Mt. Barker. Okay, so some of you may not think of it as a big deal – but I’ve been looking at this place from afar since I was little. And it was my dream to visit the darn place. Jacob bought his little bookshelf and I bought my cupcake stuff, then grabbed Noodlebox (I owe you man) and then went home to bake. LOLMG, those cupcakes were amazing. Coles brand white chocolate and raspberry muffin mix. Go out and buy it now. You have to. You want to. It’s amazing. After the baking and before Nedabears party I finally started watching the final Matrix movie. Excellent stuff.

Neda’s 18th was awesome. There was lots of good music (thanks to Fin and his amazing lead vocal talents), good food, a shit-tonne of soft drinks, and awesome friends. There will be a lot of things I’ll never forget, for example: Jacob and his singing while drunk ways, Mitch congratulating me out of the blue for something I didn’t even know I’d done, Fi jumping up and down when I gave her a birthday present (a month late, my bad), moshing to Nirvana covers, naming Jacob the ‘Mother’ (energy drink) king, and watching Jay roll down the hill in his backyard completely off his face and then jump right back up again. At about 2 we taxi’d it home, watched some more Matrix 3, and then got as much sleep as possible before my 7.30am drive back home so I could be picked up by dad.

So, dad didn’t come and get me and Amelia until a bit past midday, we spent most of the time eating Sultana Bran and I gave her the full Tumblr tour. Once we arrived Amelia, Josh, Dad, Glen and I went up to Bow Hill to put the boat in the water. The water levels are so low now we can’t even use our own boat ramp.  Once it was in Glen drove the car back and Dad drove us in the boat back. You have no idea how good it felt to be back on the water. Far out, I’d missed it so much.

Our view of the Murray River

During that day Josh and Harrison had an accident on the airhead. Both needed to go to hospital, Harry needed stitches and Josh seemed to be concussed. After not getting much sleep after Neda’s I was exhausted on Saturday night, so I pulled a nanna and went to bed early. On Sunday it was good. I went on the airhead a couple of times. Took another nanna nap. On Monday it was the same, except we were packing up. I drove the jet ski. That was amazing fun.

There is a lot more I could have written about what happened on my trip away, but I respect the person it concerned far too much for that. I will note the fact that at the start of this post I was going to write about it. But! I love the person involved, as if they were my own blood, and that’s all that matters.

That’s all I’d like to write about, for at least another ten days. For more photos of my trip please click here.

Love and many blessings.

Over and out.

Word Up, Ho Down

What a busy time it has been! Working, adventuring, dying in this heat, gaming (le gasp!) and catching up with friends. Now, to elaborate and bore you all with my ramblings.

I recently was successful in getting a job with KFC. It’s actually perfect timing, because right now I cannot afford to live on 30 dollars a week. I’ve been to a training/orientation session (which we got paid for!) and my first shift. The people there are cool, and for the first time I’m working with people my own age!

This past week has been quite the adventure. My first big drive by myself was one all the way to Bridgewater. Mother is still afraid of me driving Upper Sturt Road (which is reasonable) so the first time I had to get to the freeway I went the long way down to the flats then all the way back up, but yesterday I did Upper Sturt (three times!) and it was the most fun I’ve had driving. Anywho, Jacob and I went on an adventure to rival all past adventures yesterday. We went to IKEA, Marion and Glenelg. Fuck, the car needs aircon. It doesn’t work, and it was so hot yesterday, so each time we both got out of the car we were just like ‘Oh man, is my back wet? It feels like it.‘ Yuck yuck yuck.

I need to start working 15 hours a week, just because the car has already gobbled up half a tank of fuel and it’s only been a week of me using it. This coming weekend will also take a lot out of the tank. One trip to Crafers and a trip to Prospect. Good causes though, my friend’s 18th birthdays are very, very important. Which is funny, because my parents have known that I’ve got a million things on this weekend and they still organise to go the the river from Thursday to Sunday. But! Good news! Because we also have another 18th and a christening to attend this weekend they may not go. They may organise it for the Australia day long weekend. Thank gosh. There is another reason for that too – the government may be letting more water flow into the Murray. More water is always good.

Did I mention how GOOD it would be to be up the Murray right now? It’s 43 degrees today. A killer in disguise.

On a completely different subject: SimTower. SimTower. SimTower. It’s addictive. I played it for four hours straight last night. It was worth it, in a way. I got a gold star rating on my hotel, so I felt super happy when I finally stopped playing. I’ve also been playing The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time. Fun stuff! I’ve gotten further than I ever thought I would. I would be playing it right now if I was allowed to use the Wii (tl;dr: My parents are assholes sometimes.).

Ooh! Catching up with friends, that’s right. Dearest Steve threw a party on Thursday night. It was a load of fun. It was a hassle trying to get my parents to let me drive there, and in the end they didn’t, so I had to catch a bus. That turned out okay though, because I got incredibly wasted and getting picked up afterwards was the best thing in the world. I am pretty sure that night included: a fucking long walk to the local bottle shop, serenading Emma my love, more tacky SingStaring, running through sprinklers, hide-and-seek (more or less) and drunk dancing.

Ha! I’m back to my old rambling ways. -.-” Oh well.

Over and out.

A Weeks Worth Of Partying Helps The Medicine Go Down, The Medicine Go Down, The Medicine Go Down

What an amazing way to spend the last week of 2009. I  spent part of every day with my gorgeous friends partying or swimming or both!

To bring in the New Year I travelled down by bus to Port Elliot with Jacob, Stella, Saskia, Ellie, Amy, Nick and Jay to go to Dylan’s house party. It was a lot of fun! Even though it took us (including the time spent in town getting supplies) four and a half hours to get from home to Dylan’s. The atmosphere was fantastic. There were people everywhere! People on the streets, people in the house and people on the roof of the house! There were a lot of new people to meet, someone was even lucky enough to bump into a close relative (if you didn’t already know Adelaide is known for being a small place where everybody knows everybody). The house was a short walk away from the beach, and at midnight straight after the countdown and everyone being sprayed in Champagne most ran down to it to watch the fireworks that were going off around Horseshoe Bay. I found I spent a lot of time at the beach and away from the house. The beach was a gorgeous little place, and the fact that there wasn’t a working toilet in the house meant every time someone needed to go it was “Oh, wanna go down to the bathrooms at the beach?”.

At about 2/3ish in the morning a random woman came into the house and told the lot of us to “Get out because this is her house” when she was asked if she was Dylan’s mother she replied with a hesitant yes. After being woken up by people saying “What the shit! We’re getting kicked out!” etc. and after trying to wake Jim up from being passed out on the bed I went down to watch Rob rip into the bitch with abuse. This was because she was not the owner of the house, she lied about that. She was just trying to get us all scared and to stop partying. After an age of yelling at the bitch (it actually felt so good to tell her to piss off and put my two cents worth in, the woman got me out of bed and lose my part of the mattress, I wasn’t going to let her get away with it) she finally left. A crowd of 20 or so of us clapped her off (one of the best parts of the night). After that the few that were left were pumped too full of adrenaline there was no point in going back to bed. All nighter, get! After pies and coffee we got our stuff together and headed back to the bus stop to get the bus home.

This is just a very, very brief overview of the night. Some of the details are a tiny bit sketchy. Ha! I had lots of fun and got everything I wanted out of the night. It really was an awesome night and the best possible way to start the year… and even though I am sick now (when you push your body to the limit all week and team that with booze, really hot days and really cold nights that tends to happen) I am an incredibly happy girl. 2010, bring it on, I know you’re going to be amazing.

Ooh and yes, today I spent most of the time sleeping and in the middle of the sleeping I went to a family lunch. Nunna cooked everything and it was the best meal I’ve had in a long long time.

I hope everybody else had a nice NYE and all the best in 2010. It’s going to be great.

Much love.

Over and out.

The Rising Sun Just Stole My Man Away

I just went all out on piercing and re-piercing. I got some nice things this morning from my parents. After waking up at 6, being nice and letting everybody else sleep for 2 more hours before I woke Rach up at 8 and let the fun begin.

They got me some nice hair products, all for curly hair though! I think they like my hair natural.

Dad also went a tad crazy with electronics. He got me a hard drive (now I can have all my Gossip Girl/True Blood/Chuck/movies at hand! I didn’t expect it, it was a nice surprise) and a little Canon PowerShot camera. Nom.

Ooh! And I got a new pair of Wayfarers. Fakes, of course. At the moment I go through sunglasses like that, because they get broken all the time. But! I found this ugly as hard case in my wardrobe when I was cleaning it out for the garage sale us girls are going to put on, so hopefully I will use it properly, instead of just chucking my sunnies in my bag, from now on, and then my lovely sunnies won’t break! Aha, they’re so 90s.

Oh yeah, and mum gave me this nice speech about how the housework I have been doing is appreciated and she loves me and stuff. Hm. Was nice.

Anywho, that’s what went down in my household this morning. It’s now time for a good old extended family breakfast and a day of eating too much (hopefully not though!)

I hope everybody has a fantastic day. It’s kinda good to be back, and I’ll fix this up with photos and links soon!

Over and out.

Trainwreck by Demi Lovato

And you said we wouldn’t make it but look how far we’ve come
For so long my heart was breaking and now we’re standing strong
The things you say you make me fall harder each day
You’re a train wreck but I wouldn’t love you if you changed

Spiders

I just dealt with the biggest, hairiest spider I have ever come across. I did this without screaming like a bitch or killing it. If I had killed it… things would not have gone well (I have this thing with dead bugs).

+1 for Jess.

Over and out.

It’s The Wrong Track, Looking For The Right Track, Are You Catching All These Tracks That I’m Laying Down For You?

Today I pushed a whole lot of personal boundaries. After 5 hours of sleeping without a mattress (it actually wasn’t that bad. I’ve taken to sleeping on my back in those situations, and even though my back is sunburnt as fuck I was so exhausted I slept the whole night through …’cept when Alex came home. I woke up to a wonderful conversation about I can’t remember what…) I woke up to a quick breakfast, a rush to literally throw some clothes on and going in to town make-up’less. Truth be told, yeah, I felt disgusting and whatever, I looked relaxed (or maybe just like a dirty hippy, with a mass of curly birds nest hair). Team the hair, the no make-up, the Ray-Bans and and my new favourite floor length summer dress, then yeah, it was a summer holiday look to be proud of.

These holidays are going to be very focused on pushing personal boundaries. Only, I’ll be doing most of these things with friends.

I would like to send a shout out to Saskia! Last night she took us to her favourite place in the whole world, and it was perfect. I spent most of my time up there staring at the full moon, just thinking about what was to come, and it was calming. Even with Stella and Alanda’s chatter about Law courses next year next to me.

Good things are good.

Over and out.

First Visual Art Studies Prac Final

I love it.

18 Wheeler by Pink

Pink is a stunning performer and my favourite album of hers is definitely M!ssundaztood. It’s fucking fantastic.

I dream of singing this song with her some day. But I’ll be happy just seeing it live… maybe.

Ranting And Raving

I just watched My Sisters Keeper for the first time. After reading the book, and knowing how much watching the film would affect me, I guess I just feel numb. To fight for something so hard, wow. The connection that family had was amazing though. What brought them together was so strong, and the amount of love they had for each other, no matter what, was amazing.

Those problems, a fight between life and death, make everything else seem so insignificant.

Over and out.