Millie and I playing a cover of Maybe I’m Just Tired by As Tall As Lions
I get the warm and fuzzies listening to us sing together ^_^ totally old…
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Millie and I playing a cover of Maybe I’m Just Tired by As Tall As Lions
I get the warm and fuzzies listening to us sing together ^_^ totally old…
Last year was insane - and I’m so glad to say goodbye. If one word comes to mind when I try to comprehend the year 2011, it’s ‘Challenge’.
I’d like to think I am never one to give up a fight, and I in no way mean any form of altercation. The first challenges that I initially think of are car related. I’ve never really had much luck with them, but 2011 most definitely was my time to shine in the glory of vehicle troubles. I started the year with a poorly and cheaply made Proton Satria. The Proton and I had already been through a lot before the start of 2011; two busted clutches, one busted radiator, one collision involving a large scary Mexican called Gus (Gus reversed into my car through his own negligence but was far too intimidating to chase for money) and a smashed front passenger window (fun fact; I ended up falling for the person /one of the people responcible for said window smashing and learnt this later down the track), but during 2011 our bond was no longer unbreakable.
It was early days in 2011 which saw first a jumped on roof and bonnet for the Proton and then it’s third and final “I have no clutch” drama which inspired me to call it quits on what the tow truck driver labled my ”Malasian taxi.”
It was time to move on. I got a loan for a car, an amazing Subaru RX. It looked like a WRX, thats all I needed. I had no need for a turbo. This car was what dreams were made of. Nightmares are types of dreams too, remember. A nightmare can begin lovely and end in murder or terror. You would think 8 days isn’t long enough to build a connection, but I wouldn’t agree to that.
Easy come easy go, I guess, and when you can’t protect your car from terrible drivers as you sleep theres always the possibility of the ‘easy go’ part of this theory to kick into place.
A month on and $4,000 later I bought a new car again. Less exciting second time around, to be honest. So far it has broken down twice but with each hurdle I try my best to show that I have a natural ability to go with the flow and count my blessings with my losses.
The second largest challenge was related to living arangements. I lived in 2 houses in 2011 before finding my feet in a little (although run down) love den with my boyfriend(/soulmate?). I lived in a tiny room in the first and a large room in the second. One common factor is that I copped abuse from my exhousemate in both houses. There was so much abuse, abusive messages, name calling etc. It was a horrible experience, compltely and utterly - and she deserves no more words that form for any reason with her as the inspirtation.
Three hours is how long it takes to watch one Lord of the Rings DVD. It’s also the amount of time it took to pack our lives in a trailer and start a whole new life in the house that we share. There is no way that we didn’t win that challenge. There was so much stress, but we bounced back stronger than ever.
These challenges were huge, and I can thank a big part of myself for not crumbling under the weight. I see myself as a very strong being, moreso than I ever had previously, but really, the real reason behind how I’ve held myself together and bounced back through the toughest times of 2011 is that for the entire year of 2011, I had the support of the most amazing boyfriend right by my side.
Finally, It’s time to welcome 2012 properly. For this years celebrations I spent New Years Eve with Will (the best boyfriend ever), Jimmy (my boyfriends best friend), Randy (Jimmy’s brother) and Rhiannon (Randy’s girlfriend) and one of my closest friends, Felicia Hanlon and her awesome partner, Dylan. Everyone drank, aside from myself and Rhiannon. Will had been given some fireworks by a stranger, so of course they were set off at midnight. It was the best combination of people. It was the smallest New Years I’ve has in a while, but it had the best vibes by far.
Will, Jimmy, Randy, Rihannon and I drove to Henley, and then played little jokes on people which I am not at liberty to dicuss. It was such a fun night.
Today has lasted a life time, I’m blaming it on the fact that I haven’t slept yet this year. I watched a movie, I drove Will to work and spent three hours in the store talking to the infamous Robbie Heart.
I then drove to see Felicia and spend time with the kitten that will be mine in 7 short weeks - it’s the most adorable creature ever. I picked Will up from work at 5 and nursed him through sickness side effects of heatstroke (He’s now feeling much better, thank you.)
Now I’m absolutely exhausted and it might be time for my first sleep in 2012. I intend to continue to post this year, lable it a resolution if you must.
Take care. x
It’s hard to let things go. I’m so very very angry with you both. You made a decision before talking to us, a big decision that we were unhappy with. You didn’t care that we were unhappy, told us to deal with it or leave. We chose to leave, don’t pretend you’re victims. I understand that my choice was not what you wanted but that does not give you the right to call me a fat pig, feral, stingy or disgusting. It also does not give you the right to try and make me believe that my boyfriend is cheating on me; which he definitely is not, might I add. I can see that these are the methods of lashing out that you’re used to and you probably don’t know any better but this is not a valid excuse for being inconsiderate, irrational and abusive. The way you act is primitive; a combination of aggressive and uneducated. I don’t want to see you again. I don’t want to remember you tomorrow. I hope one day I’ll forget that you exist and I’ll forget all of the poison you forced into my mind.
I stopped reaching
and I don’t know when
All of those dreams
ended as that
and all that I was,
was more than I am
and all that I am
is a lung without breath
Someone today asked how I’ve gone back to such a light blonde. She said she wanted to know my ‘secret’… Well here it is;
I started going back to blonde ages ago, I think it’s been about 5 or 5 and a half months… Started with foils, then started having full head of bleach with foils to break it up, then only bleach, then just had regrowth bleached and all of it toned.
Hair washing has been rediculous, been using purple shampoo, then normal shampoo, then conditioner that’s left in for 2 mins, then conditioning treatment for 2 minutes, then applying a leave in conditioner to damp hair, moroccan oil, another reconstructive oil and heat protective spray.
I’ve been trying not to straighten my hair too.
Now I worry that being this honest may end in people thinking I’m a self obsessed jerk, or this may lead to misconceptions that I might suffer from personality disorders like obsessive compulsive disorder.
I guess that’s a risk I am willing to take. xx
Stranger: “ohh you’re that one I said was really hot, high five for being really hot” Me: “uhh…” Will: “Give him a high five!” Me: high fives stranger. Stranger: “high five for having a really hot girlfriend” Will: high fives stranger.
Awkward times.
This is definitely me and my state of mind at the moment. Anxiety rising, confidence decreasing.
(Source: cosmicfriendsforever)