I went to Hannah’s gig at the Pakenham Hotel last night and it was really awesome, as always, the girls are amazing however, I couldn’t stay until the end because I had to get up early for work in the morning.

I left at about midnight, said goodbye to the friends and Hannah that were left and walked out to my car.

I’m not sure if this is the biggest insult to feminism since arranged marriage or just plain common sense but I couldn’t help notice none of my 3 guy friends offered to walk me out. I’m 99% sure that, had they been there, I have several male friends who wouldn’t have taken no for an answer and I have to admit, it would’ve made me feel better.

I know that it’s the 21st century and we’re all like “I am woman, hear me roar” and while I'm pretty sure that I'd be able to kick up enough of a fuss that [insert assailant here] would consider me too much work to bother with  we were in Pakenham on a Friday night after all and it was past midnight and dark at the pub and you just never know. On my way in just after 9, my friend and I had already seen a couple of guys getting sent off by security, which didn’t promote the best image for the good old Paky Hotel.

Obviously I made it to my car and home perfectly fine and I’m not hating on my mates for not being perfect gentleman or anything I just kind of wish they had been.

If Jill Meagher’s murder has taught us anything it’s that the world isn’t as safe as we think it is and unfortunately precautions need to be taken.

Friend of a friend

So there's this guy I know, he's my best friend's best friend. They've been friends far longer than my best friend and I have and they have the kind of friendship where no matter how far apart they get or how long they go without seeing each other they will always be best friends. I get that. I have a best friend like that. It comes with being friends from a very young age and it's great.

Anyway, this guy, I met him 6 or 7 years ago now and he's one of those guys where from the minute you lay eyes on them you're like "yep, you're gonna be hot when you're older." You just know. And he is, he was cute when he was 14 and now that he's 19 he's gorgeous. This isn't going to be one of those things where I'm going to gush about how in love with him I am though (that's a different friend of a friend), I'm just saying I'm glad I know him. Up until a few weeks ago I hadn't seen him in probably 2 or 3 years and even then only sporadically. You grow and change a lot from 16 to 19 (he's a babe now, did I mention that?) and he's always been fun I just kind of forgot how much fun he was and how much I liked being around him.

I don't think I've explained this sufficiently at all and I'm also not entirely sure what the point of this was, I've just been thinking about him, in particular, out of all my friends a bit lately, no doubt cause I've seen him 3 or 4 times in the past month.
Essentially, he's fun and I'm glad I know him and get to see him.

It's All Too Real Now

For, I think, the first time in my life I'm in a situation where someone I know and care for (well two someones) is in a potentially life threatening situation.

Two of my friends are currently in Fiji, doors and windows barricaded as best they can and locked in a bathroom as Cyclone Evan bears down on them.

One of them I just saw a week ago, all bubbly and excited to go meet the other. I just hope I get to see them both again, relieved and glad to be home.

A part of me can't comprehend that anything might happen to them or that two of the girls I've known for half my life, won't come home again. Yet, another part of me knows all too well the havoc that is wreaked by our world's natural disasters.

Katrina. Sandy. Cyclones. Hurricanes. Tornados. Earthquakes. Tsunamis. Volcanos. Bush fires.




Good luck girls, stay safe
xx

#AppreciationPost

(Yes I know this is not Twitter but it's my blog so I'll hashtag whatever the hell I damn want to hashtag.)

I just wanted to take a minute to say I like Hannah. I really, really do, she's lovely. I am pro-Hannah.
She's nice, she's funny, she's intelligent, she's amazingly talented, she's gorgeous, she's more than a teaspoon's worth of a crazy, she's interesting, quite fascinating really, she's a whiz on country names and she plays piano/keyboard like a god(dess).

I love that all of my friends are studying/interested in different things to me because when I ask "how does photosynthesis work?" someone can tell me. It's also fun when you can joke about "how many engineering students does it take to fix a frypan?" (The answer is two apparently, by the way, and it only takes one engineering student's mother to break it in the first place).

Anyway, back to Han, she's awesome. She's dating my best friend and has been for ages and I think he couldn't do better if he searched the entire universe (twice over). They're really cute together too. She helps balance out his 'serious-about-his-study-to-the-point-of-insanity' and he helps balance out her kookiness. Being so close to the both of them, I know that neither of them are perfect on their own, but  I think they get pretty close when they're together.

This ended up far more garbled than I'd intended but I guess the gist has gotten across I like Hannah. She's fun.
I'm glad she's my friend and better blog-half.

Beautiful Disaster

I just started reading this book, title above, author not worth mentioning. Another reminder i shouldn't judge a book by its cover, and maybe I should pay attention to the back of the book. I skimmed through the blurb thinking I was just going to read a cute little romance/drama. Now I'm wondering why I picked it up in the first place. The characters don't make sense. The main character is a bitch/plain/boring. The logic of it is twisted. She doesn't seem that fantastically amazing (which they keep saying she is, so I'm guessing that she may be attractive, a lil hard to tell when all you know is that she is short with glasses and brown hair) that she can get away with leading two guys on, and have them not get angry at her but at each other for it...
Anyway what to expect when I finally look at the back of the book to see "Up the with Twilight" and "A great antidote to my Shades of Grey withdrawal symptoms." One says "makes you wish books could come true." Well I hope this one doesn't. It is a disaster, but not a beautiful one.

Update

At the moment everything is going great. Nearly finished xmas shopping, got some gigs lined up, an epic xmas with family soon to be had, plans to see friends, a bit of money in the bank, a bf who I probably don't deserve, a vibrant pair of new sneakers, books to read, and the thing that bugs me the most is that I need to clean my room (mostly to keep my mother off my back, partially because it is summer and mess makes me feel sticky) and clean out the bathroom cupboard that I'm to scared to open. Why is it, that in a world where everything is relatively perfect, we still want more? When do you start to want less? What do you become when you stop wanting? Why am I asking these questions? I need to get to bed.

Moments

Do you ever have that moment when you read something or watch something or even listen to something and it just hits you so hard that after you've finished you just...can't. You don't know what to do next because it was so amazing and beautiful and heart wrenching that...how can you just forget about it?
You can't, you just file it away in the back of your mind and one day you'll go back and do it all over again and relive that happy-pain because it was so totally worth it.
Yep. Just had that.
I'm going to bed now.

Family Moment

I love my family, I really do, they're big and they're loud and they're just the tiniest bit nuts and I can't really stand them for extended periods of time because we're so completely different but I do love to see them and, over the years of family gatherings for everything I've grown accustomed to seeing them on a regular basis so I do start to miss them when I haven't seen them in a while.

At the latest family thing I shared a tiny little something with my cousin and I'm sure he didn't even register that it was anything at all but it made me smile.

3 of us were standing in the laundry, the originals from before the 3rd got 4 billion little siblings. The 1st was eating off a plate gathered together by Nonna before he went to work, a little bit of everything. One of the everything was a sausage roll, he offered it to us other two and we immediately both called dibs. The 3rd was quicker and scooped it up and took a bite. Then he handed the other half to me.

All it takes is one shared sausage roll, and I don't mean one of the normal sized ones, I mean one of the party pie ones, where you get like half a bite each, if you're lucky.

My cousins and I are insanely different, I'm studious and a bookworm, the good kid, they're, well...not. But that one little piece of sausage roll reminded me we're still family.

Bathing is best.

Tonight, I'm having a raspberry-vanilla scented bubble bath while eating chocolate and reading a book by candlelight.
My night is infinitely better than yours.

DT♥

So, I have unfortunately reached the end of David Tennant's tenure as the Doctor and I don't want to be presumptuous but I don't think anyone could ever be a better Doctor than him.

I was so torn as I approached the end when I had 4 episodes to go, 3, 2...1. Torn between wanting to see every moment of David Tennant as the Doctor I could and the realisation that there were so few moments left.

I cried for a solid 15-20 minutes of the last episode. Not just a few sporadic tears, an extremely unattractive flood of sobs as Ten said goodbye to everyone who'd ever meant anything to him.

You know when you have that moment where you're like "Why? Why am I crying? Why does it feel like I'm dying inside, THIS IS FICTION!" Yep, that was me. That was me from pretty much the word go.

It was just one of those days where you're like "Yeah...tears are good. I'm going to cry now." It was good, DT gave me my good cry, got it all out of my system so I'm good to go. I'm still sad he's gone but Matt Smith is...he's cool. He'll do. He's not Tennant but yeah...Smith'll do.

Understandings

I had this conversation with a friend the other day:

"So, do you still like [insert name here]?"
"Nah, not anymore."
"Do you still want to hook up with him on New Years?"
"Yeah, of course."
"Thought so."

I'm so glad my friends understand me.

Global Warming

No one really cares about global warming. And no one will until something happens. I mean the scientists will, but that is about it.
Sitting in my lecture i started thinking like that guy from die hard 4. Remember when he said that he though a fire sale would be really cool? Well how many scientists think a global warming disaster would be spectacular? Sitting in biogeography I was getting a bit of perspective of the timescale. We are a pinprick in the earths life. Australia moves north 7cm a year on average. The land mass of india smashed into asia forming a huge mountain range. To think of how long that would have taken. Earth is actually in a cooling period and we are in an interglacial period. Humans have only known a small part of the earth's history. Yet we think ourselves indestructible. Change happens so slow we don't see it. Imagine being able to watch evolution, to watch speciation occur. Well I had a very dark thought today. Global warming. We could just let everyone go and watch as they alter the climate with their power plants, factories and cows and watch what happens out of scientific interest. But we are nice. We warn you about it, we do your research, and then you choose the option that allows you to keep your creature comforts. But unlike a firesale we can't fix the environment. Though im sure we will get paid a shit load to attemp to. Perhaps one day a much more intelligent species will find our fossils and try figure out how such a widely distributed species became extinct...

It's hot. So what?

One thing years of basketball and 5 Australia Day Tournaments has given me is an apparent disregard for playing in heat.

My under 10s basketball mums asked to cancel training because it's 38 and my netball team manager was like "sorry girls, I know it's a hot one tonight" and I'm kinda like uhh...um that's okay.

After you've played 5 games in 2 days in 30 degree stadiums one social game in the evening on a 35 degree day is really no biggie.

Besides, today my clothes will dry :)

Responsibility vs. Zoe

The awkward moment when you have to think of a lie to tell your team manager that explains why you can't train your Under 10 boys on Sunday when the real reason is that you plan to be hungover and sleep deprived.

"uh...yeah, I have to work Sundays."

Responsibility - 0
Zoe - 1

Which is improvement on last week when I spent $35 on a coaches whiteboard instead of booze which left the score board:

Responsibility - 1
Zoe - 0

***

Responsibility - 1
Zoe - 1
It's on responsibility, you're going down.

Pushups

I'm not sure whether to be insulted or flattered when one of my friends is surprised I can do "boy" pushups properly.

On the one hand, just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I can't do everything boys can do (better, and in heels). On the other hand, having one of your army mates comment on your good pushup technique is kinda cool. It's cool to know I can kind of do something the army peeps do.

Put a smile on your dial :)

Apparently there are two things that can make me smile and laugh after a craptastic day: One Direction and David Tennant.

I think I should move to the UK.

Game of Thrones!

Just finished the first series of Game of Thrones. Our favourite characters are Ghost, Arya and Daenerys. We got together and finished it in two nights. So excited to get together and watch the next season. We spent half the time shouting at the screen or getting confused with the intricate plot. (I am horrible with names and there is a lot of people talking about others behind their backs. In fact there is more plotting than there is nudity, which there is quite a bit of...)

Also, completely off topic, I have 7 hours of driving to do this w/e so I hired an audio book from the library. 17+ hours on one cd! Where can I get me one of those? You could fit multiple playlists on there. The Ambassador's Mission is the first in the Traitor Spy trilogy that follows on from the Black Magician trilogy, which we have both read and enjoyed. I am not usually one for audiobooks. I get really annoyed with the voices and confused with names. I remember them better when I read them. I have listened to the Harry Potter audio books sooooo many times. I read them first of course, but there is absolutely nothing you can fault Stephen Fry on. He reads at a perfect pace, with perfect tone/noise/pitch. One day I will buy them all, when I have 490 dollars to spend.

Haha I came on here to talk about game of thrones and ended up talking more about other stuff...

"I'm burning up a sun just to say goodbye."

The awkward moment when you just watched the Season 2 Doctor Who finale, burst into tears because the insanely epic David Tennant delivered the line "I'm burning up a sun just to say goodbye" perfectly and he and Rose will never be together again and she was your first companion and he will always be your favourite Doctor (even if you haven't seen Matt Smith give it a shot yet) and you're not entirely sure what to do with the rest of your night so you just decide to go to bed because you can't handle anything else after that.

And their goodbye scene was on a freaking beach in winter.

Hair

This is potentially going to be the weirdest blog post I've ever written but bear with me here.

I like my hair. I really, really, really like my hair, you could even say I love it. Yeah let's go with love.
I love how it looks, I love how (relatively) low maintenance it is, I love how every piece curls without me having to do a thing, I love how it makes me feel like a mermaid whenever I go swimming, I love the compliments it gets, I love how it gets no knots in it when I straighten it and, most of all, I love how it feels just after it's been washed.

One of the simple joys in my life is the feel of my hair when it's clean. I don't know why, maybe it's something others can relate to I just love the feel of my hair when it's been washed. It feels so clean and smooth and light too despite the fact it's almost perpetually damp.

So there, weirdest blog post ever about...my hair. Yep.

Little Talks - Of Monsters and Men

"I don't like walking around this old and empty house

So hold my hand, I'll walk with you, my dear

The stairs creak as I sleep, it's keeping me awake

It's the house telling you to close your eyes."

I sometimes wish I was a songwriter but, considering I'm a shocking singer, maybe it's a good thing I don't write songs.

I admire the lyrics in songs more so than the beat or the rhythm and I know I'd never be able to write the music part so, again, songwriter is probably not a valid career path for me.

Regardless, when I hear songs like the ones I've posted here before (Wings - Little Mix, Wish You Were Here - Delta Goodrem, practically anything by Ed Sheeran) it makes me want to write songs. I suppose it all comes back to wanting to write something that hits someone, touches someone the way these songs/books/poems/plays touch me.

Up the top there is another song the lyrics of which I've fallen in love with. Little Talks is a song written in english by an Icelandic band. Songwriting skill added to my appreciation of anyone who speaks more than one language let alone writes anything in a language other than their mother tongue...it's no surprise I love this song. I'd recommend YouTubing it (though it's on the radio fairly often nowadays) and giving it a listen.

More Funnies!

This behind the scenes video legit had me in tears. It is HILARIOUS.
They just spend half the video making "I have a new business" puns with really clever answers.

I LOVE BRITISH HUMOUR!!!!

Worried.

So fanfiction is kind of what I spend half my life reading and/or writing (I know right, I have the coolest and least creepy/lame hobby ever) but what's been starting to worry me lately is the prevalence of abusive relationships and rough sex I've been coming across (and promptly skipping).

When he hurts you, hits you, intentionally or you know, at all really (unless he trips over a squirrel and elbows you in the nose or something in some freak accident), thats not "hot", it's not good, it's not sexy, he's not being macho protector man, he's being primitive cave man. You don't forgive him the second he promises he "really does love you." You get the fuck out of that relationship! Staying with someone who's hurt you, not just physically but emotionally or mentally or in anyway at all...you're not helping yourself at all and I suggest you hightail it out of there.

Maybe I'm being naive and narrow minded, maybe I've never been in love. Maybe I'm a stronger person who has more self-respect for herself. I do try my best to "think about the circumstance that led a person to be doing what they're doing" before I make my judgements but hitting someone, anyone...that is not cool. That's not to say I've never done it, my cousin and I used to fight like cat and dog when we were kids, I play basketball and sometimes you get frustrated but when you do it to someone you love...I don't really know how there's any coming back from that. Maybe I won't know what I'd do if I were ever in that situation until (God forbid) I am. Maybe I'd give him a second chance. But if I did, it'd only be the one.

'Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me.'

As for rough sex, I suppose some relationships do have a trust base where, if you were into that kind of thing, you would trust that other person not to hurt you seriously but...I just worry about what the likes of this stuff and 50 Shades of Grey will do to the admittedly far-too-young-to-be-reading-porn and impressionable girls who do read it and, unfortunately, seem to take it as gospel.

At least the over-romanticised world of Mills & Boon novels didn't hurt anyone.

Baby in the Summertime

I never used to understand what all the fuss was about Summer.
Sure, it's hot, the sun's nice, swimming, being outside blah blah blah but then, then, I got my license and I could go places. God, being able to drive is potentially the best thing in the world, ever. Definitely the best thing since sliced bread. Being able to go: 'Hey, you know what would be great? If I went here and did this. Awesome, it's a plan. Leaving now.'

The beach, driving with the windows down and the music pumping, sunnies on, swimmers and towel in the boot, sunscreen, reading a book in the sun, waves, laughter, sand everywhere, fish and chips, more daylight, good times.
Summer is all of the above and more.

I love winter fashion, long coats, tights, boots, scarves, hats, gloves but there's something about the Australian summer that even European fashion can't top.

Last summer was amazing I spent a large amount of time at the beach and also a fair amount of time driving to and from it. I only hope this summer supersedes it. I have high hopes for it though. The summer hasn't even started yet and I've been to the beach and already have plans to go twice more in the upcoming weeks. Despite the fact I plan to spend two weeks in February in Italy (the coldest month in Europe so everyone tells me) and thus miss out on two weeks of Summer here I have a feeling this summer is going to be fun.

Doctor Who - David Tennant

I'm new to the Doctor Who universe and I started my Doctor Who adventure for two reasons:
1 - My friends rage about it
2 - David freaking Tennant. 

I am in love with David Tennant.
Ever since I saw Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire I've had a crush on him even though he was the evil and more than slightly creepy Barty Crouch Jnr.
He's hilarious, he's quite good looking in a really distinct way, he has an accent, though admittedly I've never been so attracted to a Scottish accent before and he's just plain awesome.

Usually, on talk shows and whatever they're in suit pants and whatnot (which I love of course because there's nothing better than a man in a suit) but David Tennant rocks up and he's like I'm the mother-fucking Doctor, I'm wearing jeans and hi-top sneakers bitchezzzz, deal with it.

I'm yet to actually see a Doctor Who episode with David Tennant but I've spent the last two days YouTubing his interviews and he's...epic. He's another D to add to my Epic List.

At this point in time, I'm tempted to call my first child David in honour of his awesomeness (though hopefully this is just a phase).

David Tennant is a God. I can't wait to fall in love with him all over again while watching Doctor Who.

Have a bit of a laugh

A couple of things people have emailed me or I have heard

Ricky Gervais - Polotics
I've never figured out what the moral of Humpty Dumpty is? If you are an egg don't sit on a wall?
The moral of the boy who cried wolf is not "don't tell a lie" but "never tell the same lie twice"

Some photos my dad sent me




Will Anderson
If you have a friend who wants to use a hairdryer in the shower: Let them. Not for the whole electricity and water thing, but for the reason you would buy a hairdryer in the first place. "My hairs not getting dry" "you're in the fucking shower" One less moron to be pissing in the shallow end of our gene pool.

Have You Ever Wondered Why...

1. Why the sun lightens our hair but darkens our skin?
2. Why women can't put on mascara with their mouth closed?
3. Why you never see the headline: "Psychic Wins Lottery"?
4. Why "abbreviation" is such a long word?
5. Why Doctors call what they do a "Practice"?
6. Why you have to click on "Start" to stop Microsoft Windows?
7. Why lemon juice is made with artificial flavour, while dishwashing liquid is made with real lemons?
8. Why the man who invests all your money is called a "Broker"?
9. Why there isn't mouse flavoured cat food?
10. Who tastes dog food when it has a "New & Improved" flavour?
11. Why Noah didn't swat those two darned mosquitoes?
12. Why they use a sterilized needle for lethal injections?
13. Why sheep don't shrink when it rains?
14. Why they are called apartments, when they are all stuck together?
15. Why they call an airport a "Terminal" if flying is so safe?

And in case you need further proof that the human race is doomed because of stupidity, here are some actual label instructions on consumer goods:

1. On a popular hairdryer: "Do not use while sleeping".
   (Darn it, that's the only time I have to dry my hair)
2. On a bag of Crisps: You could be a winner! No purchase necessary. Details inside.
   (A shoplifter's special)
3. On a bar of Palmolive soap: "Directions: Use like regular soap".
   (And that would be how?)
4. On some frozen dinners: "Serving suggestion: Defrost".
   (But, it's just a suggestion)
5. On Nanna's Tiramisu dessert (printed on bottom): "Do not turn upside down".
   (Well...duh, a bit late now)
6. On Marks & Spencer Bread Pudding: "Product will be hot after heating".
   (And you thought?)
7. On packaging for a K-Mart iron: "Do not iron clothes on body".
   (But, wouldn't this save me more time?)
8. On Boot's Children Cough Medicine: "Do not drive a car or operate machinery after taking this medication".
   (We could do a lot to reduce the rate of construction accidents, if we could get those 5 year olds with head colds to stop driving those dumper trucks)
9. On Nytol Sleep Aid: "Warning: May cause drowsiness".
   (And...I'm taking this because?)
10. On some brands of Christmas lights: "For indoor or outdoor use only".
    (As opposed to...what?)
11. On a Japanese food processor: "Not to be used for the other use".
    (Now, somebody help me out on this one!)
12. On Nobby's peanuts: "Warning: contains nuts".
    (Talk about a news flash!)
13. On an Airline's packet of nuts: "Instructions: Open packet, eat nuts".
    (Who'd have thought it?)
14. On a child's Superman costume: "Wearing of this garment does not enable you to fly".
    (I blame the parents for this one)
15. On a Swedish chainsaw: "Do not attempt to stop chain with your hands or genitals".
    (Was there a lot of this happening then?)

Let's Drive

We're all over 18, the grand majority of us have our P's, and we drive places. Driving to said places we often carpool for all of the reasons carpooling was invented - save money, save petrol, convenience etc. The problem with carpooling is that, as someone who drives themselves around on a daily basis, you are putting your means of transport as well as your life in someone else's hands and trusting them to be capable.


I will be the first to admit that I am, by no stretch of the imagination, the safest driver in the world.
I speed on a daily basis, I (according to my mother at least) often drive too close to the car in front of me, I don't brake early enough and, because of where I live, I don't always stop at give way signs or roundabouts which is okay out in the country for the most part but is not so good in suburbia.

With all that in mind, I do not like driving with my guy friends. In fact, I am legitimately terrified and actively go out of my way not to drive with one of my friends in particular.
That's not to say all my guy friends' driving scares me, my best friend is quite a safe driver but I think it's more out of adoration for his car than anything else.

Maybe I'm being paranoid, I'm sure that, just the same as me, each of my friends know the limitations of their own car far better than I do but I feel that guys are just more prone to pushing the limits and eventually that'll end badly and, perhaps selfishly, I don't want to be there when it happens.

Badminton!!!

Just win.
So much win was had while playing Badminton over the weekend. I'd say good, clean fun out in the sunshine but 90% of the conversation during the playing of badminton revolved around the word cock so "clean" is probably not all that accurate.

A thousand, billion, million thank yous to Hannah for providing us with the Badminton set and therefore the whole experience, including the abundance of cock jokes that followed.

The photos can't do it justice (but I'll upload them anyway).






First we had to untangle the damn thing which took Han and I for ages and probably used up a sizeable chunk of our minimal daylight on Saturday evening (yep, that's right, me and my friends played Badminton in the backyard on Saturday night, beat that y'all).

However, once we'd untangled the earphones-esque knot and got the net up and the shuttle cock flying (along with the jokes), we had an absolute ball.
We, admittedly, weren't very good, but we did improve and we had fun anyway. I think there'll be much more badminton in our future. 

P.S. HAPPY 200th POST!!

I thought it'd be quite fitting that blog #200 was centred around a group sporting activity just like our first ever post was #symmetry. 

Extrovert, Ambivert, Introvert

I was listening to the radio the other day, and they were talking about introverts and extroverts, and how an introvert deals with living in an environment that is more focused on an extrovert lifestyle. It gets you wondering whether your more introverted or extroverted. An introvert isn't just a shy loner with a lack of social skills, but someone who works well alone and values solitude. Thinking about it, there are times when i can be very introverted. I love my time alone. I love reading or playing piano for hours without interruption. I could probably watch movies all day while making art or playing solitaire. When I do art I hate to be rushed, or watched or interrupted. I can sit in front of the TV and watch movies all day and whip out a couple of drawings. I hate group assignments. I can work in a group fine, but I always feel i could have done a better job by myself. I work faster by myself, I find it difficult to study with others in the room, as I can be easily distracted. Most people know me as really loud and outgoing however. I enjoy the group activities and look forward to them, as long as they don't involve clubbing. I prefer a bar with a live band to a DJ and heaps of sweat bodies and too much noise. I like talking with people and hear what they say. I like spending time one on one with a friend. I like talking probably a little more than listening, but I don't like talking about close and personal issues, and I avoid saying things that will cause conflict, I hate confrontation. Being on the go all the time can wear me out however and at times I find myself just wanting to be alone.
The world seems to be for extroverts these days however. At uni there are many group assignments, you can't put "prefer to work alone" on a resume and everything is open plan these days.
But we would not have the world we have today without the introverts who sit alone, writing songs we listen to, writing the books we read. Extroverts can seem like the centre of the universe, the driving force in society, but how about those great thinkers?

Delta

Wish You Were Here - Delta Goodrem.

They told me who was in trouble 

I couldn't breathe on the other side of the world 

And there was nothing I could do to help you 

And it's true today it'd be your birthday 

It would've been your 27th year 

And I miss you in the earth's atmosphere 

I wish you were here 

The first time I heard this song, it came along with the interview with the Aussie Golden Girl herself, Delta Goodrem and before it even started I knew I'd like it. Not just because I'd had a pretty good history with Delta's music but because of what it's about. A close friend of hers died in a motorcycle in accident. 

She didn't write it alone but you can tell the feelings came from her. Even though I, personally, don't think it's her best musical/vocal achievement I do think that, lyrically, it is an amazing song. It's moving and touching and all the kind of things you want something to be when it's about such a personal thing as the death of a friend. 

Lyrically...I think it's exquisite. From the first line "I've been knock, knock, knocking at the thought of your door" to my favourite lines of the whole song (in bold above), right down to the very end when she whispers "I wish you were here" the words to this song are beautiful. 

It's an incredibly touching song and I'm honestly quite thankful to Delta for sharing something so personal.

And really, I think Delta is just a beautiful person. I think she deserves the title of Aussie Golden Girl, she's done a lot in a very short life and I just think she's lovely.

WHY/HOW DOES EVERYONE ON YOUTUBE KNOW EACH OTHER?

So I've recently gotten into the whole YouTuber thing, I mean I'm not YouTubing and making squillions off it yet, nor do I plan to, but I've been getting my YouTube watch on and what has come to my attention is thus:
EVERYONE ON YOUTUBE (who lives in the UK) KNOWS EACH OTHER!

Seriously, this is my link-by-link YouTube adventure.

The guy I lost my YouTubing virginity to (for want of a better phrase [not really, what better phrase could there be?]) was Alex Day, introduced to me by a friend of mine with his Alex Reads Twilight videos (which I uber recommend because who doesn't love taking the piss out of Twilight?). From perusing all of Alex's videos I came across Charlie McDonnel who, despite all of my new YouTube people, remains my YouTube crush 'cause he's just gorgeous. Anyway Alex and Charlie  bought a house and live together in London 'cause they know each other THAT well (platonically by the way).
Then came Dan whose videos subsequently lead me to my newest and third (second comes in later) YouTube crush but first ever twin-crush (identical by the way) Jack and Finn Harries (Finn doesn't do YouTube he just features on his brother's channel often).
Back to Alex and he brought me to Carrie Hope Fletcher who is my first, and so far, only chick YouTube subscription and I don't know how anyone could ever compare to her.
Carrie is lovely. She's just beautiful, all of them are or else I wouldn't like them so much obviously but Carrie is the one I can relate to most. She's my age, loves disney, still lives with her parents and does normal stuff. Her world hasn't exploded because of the YouTube thing, or she hasn't let it.
From Carrie I discovered the duo Jack Howard and Dean Dobbs and from there Jack's solo channel. Jack Howard (Jack the First as I call him - as a contrast to Jack Harries = Jack II) is stunning. He looks like Jonathan Rhys Meyers and he's quite witty too.

The point is, Alex knows Charlie, knows Carrie, knows Dan, Carrie knows Jack I and Dean and Dan then knows Finn and Jack I.
HOW DOES EVERYONE ON YOUTUBE KNOW EACH OTHER?
I get that like they go to YouTube conventions and VidCon and stuff and also watch each others videos   and tweet each other and stuff but it just BLOWS MY MIND that they just feature in each others videos randomly. In a cool way though. I mean, if they hadn't I'd still just be watching Alex Day.

These Wings Are Made to Fly

"Mamma told me not to waste my life

She said spread your wings my little butterfly

Don’t let what they say keep you up at night

And if they give you shh… 

Then they can walk on by."

I tried really hard not to like Little Mix. I don't even know why exactly, I guess because I think they look fake, seriously Perrie Edwards looks like a doll (yet at the same time she reminds me of Blair Waldorf/Leighton Meester who I adore) and probably it also has something to do with the fact she's dating one of the 1D boys. But, I still don't get why because it's not like she's dating any of my favourites, or she's been a bitch, she seems lovely and he's happy so whatever.

I don't know, I just didn't want to like Little Mix but then I heard "Wings," the above lyrics I just fell in love with. I love the start of the song, it peters off a little and gets kind of dance-pop esque as it goes on but the principle is nice and I love the chorus. 

Awkward moments

The awkward moment when I learn someone other than Han reads this and I have to flick back and make sure I never wrote anything horrible about them...
Don't worry, I'm good. Turns out I like my friends. Who knew?

When You Wish Upon a Star

Damn, I wish I could speak Italian like I speak French.
It'd make writing this second year oral SO much easier.

In time, a little voice whispers, all things come in time. Patience.

You can celebrate a Yes. You can deal with a No.
A Maybe will fill you with a hope that can be crushed at any second

Dear World,

Facebook is not your diary. Stop treating it like it is.

Sincerely
Sick of seeing status comments saying "I don't want to talk about it on Facebook, inbox me."

The Lion King

I don't like to swear much so please excuse me but the Lion King is the best fucking movie ever made in the history of the world.

This song is why:

This movie is...my life. It is my absolute favourite movie and nothing has been able to or ever will be able to supplant it.

Birdy

So I have been hearing Birdy this and Birdy that. Tv adverts for her CD, tracks used on TV, Aunt on facebook in favour, another girl i went to school with hating on her. This girl I went to school with wasn't a friend. To be she seemed like a stuck up bitch who just liked to bitch about people. I think half on it was making up for her short stature or that she was't the prettiest flower in the bunch but in her mind she needed to talk people down to make herself more popular. She hung out with the snobs and always has photos with her friends dressed up about to hit the clubs or whatever. I saw her as self centred and she probably saw me as the girl with thick unstyled hair with more acne than her, and therefor unimportant. It's people like her I keep on facebook, just to remind myself not to let my head get too far up my own ass....Anyway I'm drifting here, she was calling her Birdy a bitch saying she had ripped off Bon Ivers Skinny love. I don't know if she actualy listens to that kind of music because she strikes me as a mainsteam listener. So I listened to Birdy's version and I have to say I like it. As much as the original? Just as much. It is a beautiful song, and some of the others on the album are nice as well. 1901 isn't as great as the original, People help the People I like more than the original. I have nothing against this album. All but one are covers and she has made the best move in her career so far. It is really hard to crack into the music industry with originals, and even harder to get into the mainstream. So what better to release an album of covers that are far from the original to begin with? Playing in a band you learn things. One is that people take to covers much more readily than originals. They know them and will sing along. Now she is known all she needs to do is get a hit of her own. This girl from school is getting all worked up about people thinking Skinny Love is Birdy's song, when it is the audience that is getting mixed up. She should be calling all her friends wanks and skanks for not turning the radio over and listen to triple j. It's not Birdy's fault that people don't know who Bon Iver is....and while we are on the topic triple J has been playing her covers too....If anything I think Birdy's new album will get other artist recognised because people might seek out the originals after hearing Birdy. And on another note I just think this snob is jealous of someone who is more talented, famous and younger than her. If there is anything I would change is her stage name....I almost got confused with Little Birdy (look up their song brother)

To Elvis, With Love

Over the past 12 months I've written down every single book I've read, books for school and books for pleasure, everything. The total is 48. That works out to 4 books a month. I'm not entirely sure if I'm impressed with that (which in all honesty is 1 book a weekish) or disappointed. I think, when I break it down, I'm impressed that even with everything else going on, I still managed to read 48 books in 12 months. I guess writing down each and every book I've read reminded me how much I love reading.
I won't post the list but I will mention a few that I enjoyed.
The Mortal Instruments, Infernal Devices, Vampire Academy and Harry Potter were a number of my favourites even if half of them I'd read a number of times before. I also really enjoyed Letters from the Inside which Hannah leant me, mostly because it was written in such a different format to anything else I'd ever read (not that I'd expect anything else from the man who gave us 10 books of Ellie's point of view) as it's written entirely in letters between two girls. Like everything John Marsden writes, it really hits you hard.

Probably my favourite book was To Elvis With Love by Lena Canada. I heard of it while on one of my procrasta-Googling sprees reading about Elvis. It's a true story about a girl with cerebral plasy and all she wants is to be friends with Elvis who is her idol and, essential, her reason for living.

They made it into a movie too but I haven't seen it and I don't want to. Some things, some stories, only books can tell just as some stories only movies can tell.
I learnt the first as a reader and the second as a writer. I will always infinitely prefer books to movies because of the depth of the stories they can tell even though on occasions Movies do a fantastic job also.

To Elvis With Love, is an old book, not only in print but the copy I have is old. It was published in 1978 and I think it's gone out of print because I struggled to find it and ended up with a worn and battered second hand copy off eBay. I wondered, as I read through its yellowed pages, was it worn with love or with neglect? Had there been a teenage girl who'd read this book over and over like I've read Harry Potter? Or perhaps an elderly lady who remembers Elvis' death but also his life when she read this book annually? Or maybe even a young man, enthralled by Elvis like my Dad has always been, who read it more than once?
Or perhaps this book wasn't loved at all, maybe it was lost, hidden and discarded at the bottom of a box, shoved carelessly at the bottom of a shelf before it finally ended up in a second hand bookstore and came to me.
All I know is I'm glad it did because it's quite a beautiful story, not just because it shows the King of Rock and Roll as a human being but because it shows the power of love and hope. Read it.

Lena Canada manages to express things in such a perfect way that I only strive for. My favourite quote is: A mother is supposed to be so many things that she does not always have the power or ability to be.
How true. How many things is a mother each day? Hundreds. Cook, cleaner, maid, seamstress, teacher, chauffeur, coach, the list is infinite and a mother's job never ends, we all know this but I doubt I ever could have articulated it as well as Lena Canada did.

Maybe the reason why I love this book so much is because it's written the way I want to write. The same thing happened when I read Regeneration in year 12, I love that book because Pat Barker's narrative voice is like mine, or at least how I'd like mine to be.
I admire other authors as well, J.K. Rowling, J.R.R. Tolkein, C.S. Lewis, but more for their creativity than how they write. I'm in awe of how they can weave words together to create a world so different to ours but the words they use, the way they put sentences together, on occasion it strikes me but for the most part it's just a means to an end.

This book didn't make me cry like I expected it to. I knew Karen was going to die and I thought for sure it would make me tear up, then she died and...I was sad, of course, but no tears. Then the writer started talking about how she was writing down Karen's story and she finally wanted Elvis (and the rest of the world) to get the whole thing. Just when she had it all written down and sent to a publisher she got a phone call.
"Did you hear about Elvis?"
"What?"
"He died."
"What? No! He can't have died! I haven't told him about Karen yet!"

Then came probably the most heartbreaking line of the book: "Perhaps now, at last, Karen will get to meet him."

And end scene.

Such. Is. Life.

You turn 18, you get your license. With the exception of extenuating circumstances, thats the way it is. I don't understand how it can work any other way.

You are an adult. Adults go places. Adults drive to said places. You are an adult, you should have, at the very least the ability, if not the machinery to do so.

I completely and utterly understand not being able to afford a car, they're expensive not only to buy but to run but at least if you have your license you can borrow your mums car to get to work to earn money to buy and run your own.

Yes, it's scary. It's terrifying to start but it's a part of life and life is scary.
Suck it up and get on with it, it's well worth it.

Living While We're Young???

Sometimes it just feels nice to act like a "real" P-Plater, drive too fast, play the music too loud and act a little reckless.
It's also potentially dangerous, highly obnoxious and very annoying to everyone else but sometimes it helps clear your head.

I don't know, #UniStudent/FirstWorldProblems - school work and work-work is getting me down and I just want to buy stuff and watch things and play with my friends!!

Just one of those days, which are occurring more often than I'd like honestly, but all I need is some good music, summer and sleep and I'll be right as rain.

Speaking of good music, Best Friend got me onto a super amazing Irish radio station - Beat 102-103 -that I've been streaming pretty much non-stop for the last few days. With the awkwardness of time difference the music/quality of presenter isn't too crash hot but the morning show (from roughly 4pm here) is amazing.
I'll admit, 40% of my admiration is the fact that they're Irish and have sexy hot accents, 30% is the local music they play, I've already fallen in love with half a dozen tracks that havent reached mainstream Australia (yet), 25% is learning about the different culture in Ireland andddddd 5% is the fact that one of the presenters is called Niall (the same name as the Irish guy from 1D so...).

Christmas

I know christmas is ages away still. But i had a dream about christmas last night and i've been thinking about it.
Every year i always felt bad because there were so many people i wanted to give gifts to and just didnt have the money. Now i have been working and have a lil more so spend but I'm not going to to buy gifts for all my friends just coz i can. This year I am going to give a little something to people that have meant a lot to me and have done a lot for me, and not because they had to, but because they wanted to.
There are a few people in my life that are the definition of selfless. When i started working at my current job, one of the ladies gave me her spare uniform, and then later on she paid for everyones drinks and staff night, which was over $600 worth. Our band manager puts in so much time and effort without expecting anything in return. He does everything for free because he enjoys it. Matt's mother is always finding excuses to give me gifts, and considering that they have been on 2 trips this year and my birthday was 2 months ago I feel spoilt. I have a small group of friends that i talk to and catch up with frequently, and not because I see them at group gatherings.
I'm sad to say, but it seems that my best friend for years has a new best friend on top of the boyfriend who takes up the rest of her time. I've tried making an effort. I haven't cracked the shits with her, partly because that isn't who I am, but also because I shouldn't have to. That doesn't mean I'm not going to stop trying. But I'm not going to let myself get upset about it anymore.
As friendships wean, others form. I don't know how Zoe feels, but I think that by writing this blog together, we have grown a little closer, and know each other a little more. I know some of our friends follow the blog from time to time, but whenever I write I never think anyone would be reading it but Zoe. We share interests in some areas, and in others we don't, but we don't feel the need to be like twins or call each other Biffles all the time. Zoe already has one of those (ironically it is the new best friend mentioned above). We were friends in high school, but never close friends. I don't think we ever shared a class together, at least in the later years. But now we have left school, we have somehow grown closer. I can't imagine what our relationship would be like if we hadn't gone to archery with some of the guys and decided to start a blog together. I remember standing around outside in the shade watching Gavin play with his bow and set up our blog using Zoe's phone. I stand by what I've said before. It's always good to try new things.
So I am sending a big thankyou out to all the people special in my life, and they know who they are, or at least they will at christmas time.

Not Secret-Keepers

My group of friends, we don't keep secrets. We just don't. And I love it. I love that our group is tight knit enough that we trust each other with our secrets. Or maybe it's because we don't have good enough secrets that require keeping. I'm gonna stick with the first one though, that makes me feel better.
It makes me laugh sometimes too, that our boys are just as much gossips as our girls but I wouldn't have it any other way. I love that everyone tells everyone everything and that no matter what, it all gets out eventually.
I know that it pisses some people off but to them I say: simple solution, if you don't want anyone to know, don't tell anyone.
It's pretty much common knowledge that, if you tell me something I'm going to tell my best friends and considering that there's 6 or 7 of the people in our group I consider to be my "best friends" that's a lot of people, not to mention they will then tell their best friend etc. That's not to say I can't keep a serious secret, if I need to because I can. If it's something important I keep it to myself.

At first I thought it was just the girls that noticed and were amused by it. The other night though, I was having a chat with one of my guy friends and a "secret" came up and I was going to tell him but he's like "I already know."
Me: *shocked* "how do you know?"
And he just looked at me, "come on, we don't keep secrets."
It made me laugh, it always does, that we all tell each other everything. I love it. Partly because I'm a gossip and partly because it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy that I have such an amazing group of friends who I trust completely.

Dean-O

So in 2008 I went to North America with my mum and my cousin. We went to L.A. (Disneyland!), San Francisco (the home of Charmed) and Hawaii (Pearl Harbour). We were there in December which was fine in L.A. and Hawaii where it was still hot and amazing in San Fran where I saw snow! Slushy, two day old crappy snow but still actual snow in the city.
Anyway, because we were there in December in the streets they pipe out Christmas carols so when I came home I went nuts downloading all the Christmas carols I heard and this one, this VERSION, is my absolute favourite.

From the little chat he has at the start to just how amazingly deep his voice gets, I love it.

But really, what more do you expect from a member of the Rat Pack?

Respect

You don't have to prove that you're right. Admit that you are wrong and accept the consequences gracefully. That is where respect is gained.

Warning: whinging present.

Can I pay someone to do my physiology test tomorrow? I love physiology, but I'm just not prepared for  the test on respiratory and renal physiology.....I've lost my voice twice this week, worked, lost sleep, and I just can't be bothered studying for the 2 tests and oral presentation I have over the next 3 days.

#Untitled

I can't remember the last time I wrote poetry but I have vague memories of a year 8 English assignment circa 2006 so I have no idea where this came from, when I am so very much exclusively a prose type of girl. Perhaps it was inspired by this lovely chick-a-dee or perhaps just from generic sleep deprivation.
Regardless, this is it.
Originally it wasn’t intended to be so depressing but considering it wasn’t intended at all, it is what it is.
Also, I’m not going to lie, I did use a rhyming dictionary to help me out a few times.
Anddddddd I used a metaphor so win - go lit class.

I lay beside him silently while he is asleep

Wrapped in his arms in his little single bed,

I can't close my eyes for the whirring thoughts in my head, 

So I stare at a darkness so deep,

There’s no light in here,

Only shadows that linger, 

But dance away from the touch of a finger,

Leaving behind them only fear. 

This is not my place,

I do not belong,

I've been playing this part for far too long,

My face is a mask and this mask my face,

It’s the end now,

This is over, finished, done,

But make no mistake; I’m not trying to run,

But there’s only so much one can allow.

If only he knew how I really felt,

Could see the truth behind my smile,

Know that it hasn't been real, not for a while,

And that his sweet words no longer make me melt.

I wanted this,

I dreamt of it for ages,

If only I knew it was different off the pages,

I never knew love was so hit and miss. 

We both know the end is at hand,

Yes, to start it was better than fine,

But then I knew he wasn’t really mine

So we'll have no wedding upon the sand. 

Instead we'll let go,

Untwine our lives and move on,

But never forget that at one point we shone,

And remember the high as well as the low.

Because life is what you make it,

You can’t always hold tight,

At some point you just have to do what is right,

Even when the flame remains still partially lit.

The "Ugly Friend"

You know what really pisses me off?
Looks aren't everything! And I'm not just saying that.
You need to have Confidence (Cohen)!
If you call yourself the "ugly friend" then so will everybody else. Stop putting yourself down! If you can't see yourself for the amazing person you are how do you expect anyone else to?
No, we're not all blessed with Miranda Kerr and Jennifer Hawkins good looks, we can't all be brainiacs or comedians but that doesn't make you the "ugly friend." And by saying you're the "ugly friend" does not mean you're going to miraculously have an ugly duckling/caterpillar transformation and you'll suddenly be most wanted.
Life is what you make it.

I don't have a boyfriend or boys beating down my door but it's not because I'm the "ugly friend." It might be because I'm the "shy friend" and I don't put myself out there nearly enough but it also might be just because I haven't met the right guy at the right time yet.
The point is, it's not because I'm any less, or more, than any of my friends in any way. And if I don't get a boyfriend and end up with a guy then it's not because my friends are better than me for having that, it's because it's meant to be. I don't think I will end up all alone, at least I don't plan to and I have faith that I'll find someone, somewhere, someday (preferably British and bilingual, or at least European).
If the darling ex-boyfriend gave me nothing else, he at least gave me that faith. If 12year old me could find a guy who loved me (as much as one can as a teenager), 25 year old me will be fine.

Maybe that's the difference then. Maybe because I've had that 6 months of positive reinforcement and a couple of random hook ups since. Maybe it's how I was raised. Maybe it's just who I am.
All I know is it really bugs me.

Just accept yourself for who you are and one day you'll find someone who loves you for you.
There's someone out there for everyone.

grrrrr

So on wednesday I worked 9-4. It was a lot of fun. If you haven't read yet I look after kids and this week is school holidays so my week off at uni is turned into study and work frenzy as rather than working a few hours in the afternoon, it is the whole day on the holiday program. On wednesday we took the kids on an excursion rock climbing and to the beach. The weather was great and the sun was out. It was perfect. Except by the time we got back i lost my voice... which turned out to be the start of a cold. The next day I worked 8 30 to 5 30 and it was a nightmare. It hurt to talk, I was tired and I couldn't get anyone to cover my shift. It was a bright sunny day and I felt like shit. Each hour was agonisingly long. So today, when it is my day off and I am starting to recover....a storm is on the horizon and I am forced into study.....fml

LWWY♪

♪Let's go crazy, crazy, crazy 'till we meet the sun, 

I know we only met but let's pretend it's love.♪

I did not expect to love it as much as I did. In all honesty, I thought it would be pretty ordinary. I should've known better though, I'm in love with their first album, why would the first single off their second be any different?

I love the video clip too, and not just because they're shirtless and/or wet 60% of the time, they're just happy. They look like they had an absolute ball and that's nice to see.

I seriously want a go on those water walking ball things though, that looked like epic fun.

Challenge Complete

Zoe thought that when she put out an ad for a pen pal in the paper she would end up exchanging casual letters with a girl her age who loved shopping, movies, music and hanging out with her friends just like she did. All she wanted to do was have someone to share her day and exchange advice with, but never meet. She wanted to receive mail with her name written on the envelope with loopy handwriting rather than a phone bill. But the letter in her hand is as close to this reality than the supernatural novels sitting next to her bed. Zoe has slowly been dragged into a dark world through a young man she knows as Claude. The letters are like a drug and she is addicted. This man, who depicts such a surreal and dangerous world of which he is a part of, intrigues her guileless personality. Has Claude just created a life as fictitious as Zoe’s novels? Is the safety of her bedroom from where she writes enough? Why has Claude decided to write to her?

I wrote this a few weeks. As you can see, creative writing…actually any writing is not my forte. I have been inspired to post this now though by the piece of music that is blasting through my headphones. Today I was asked if I would like to play in the entrance foyer at someone’s wedding. I don’t know the people; it will be for complete strangers. I haven’t given an answer yet. I got home and went straight to my piano and looked at the songs I had to try figure out what songs I did have. I kind of want to do this but in the same way I feel I may not be able to this with professional perfection and I will ruin someone’s wedding. I find it so much harder to play when I know other people are listening. So when I got kicked off the piano so my family could get some sleep I started listening to classical music on my headphones. I ended up on this one song and put it on repeat. I don’t play this song, I want to, but I kind of don’t want to ruin the magic it beholds. It is full of emotion. There is a sadness, a hopefulness and a passion to it I can’t explain. It is called My Big Secret, from the movie The Piano soundtrack. Micheal Nyman is the composer. I could listen to this song over and over again loudly for the rest of my life. I don't know the connection to the piece I wrote, but it felt right to post this now. Goodbye for now.

Procrastination

I've not so recently (probably years ago really) "discovered" a band called OKGo who, according to Wikipedia (which as we know is the most reliable site ever), identify themselves as an 'alternative rock' band. Which is cool, I don't understand music genres but I like their sound.

I feel like I should say that while I do like them, I do have only 3 songs out of their 3 albums but my point is that they consistently keep popping up in my movie and T.V. show soundtracks and getting downloaded onto my iPod.

They're kind of...boppy. They just make feel good music (the songs of theirs I've heard anyway).

Anyway, I should probably get back to my essay but yeah...I'm not just into preppy boybands from the UK.

Just Stop.

Stop asking things of me, stop inviting me places, stop demanding my time, stop requiring me to do things, stop wanting to see me, just stop.

I'm feeling a little overwhelmed at the moment (if that wasn't abundantly clear) with work, uni, my friends, my family and I'd kind of like it all just to stop but, alas, it cannot.
I know it's partly my fault, I should spend more of my time down my uni work so I can go out with my friends instead of watching TV/YouTube/etc but sometimes my brain just doesn't want to speak Uni and I can't help that.

I just kind of needed to rant because I feel like lately it's "I want you to come here," "I need you to do this," "Don't forget we have that thing on Thursday," don't get me wrong, I love my friends, my family, my job, even my uni course but everything just seems to culminate at once which also (always always always) seems to be the exact time my muse emerges from hibernation and wants me to write down all the thoughts in my head.

So...yeah.

//rant over

Day 30 - Write a Short Story or Blurb From a Book Featuring the Other Person

So I've been a bit lapse with this last challenge because I've honestly had so much fun doing this that I just don't want to say goodbye. Even if no one ever reads it, it's been really good to write something new everyday and my new (self-) challenge is to post more often, maybe even once a week if the mood strikes me.

Anyway, alas, alack the time has come, here is my blurb about Hannah.
I originally wrote it in French just for shiggles so I'll post the French and the English translation.


'Voilà je te presente Hannah. Elle est une fille de 20 ans et elle aime jouer au piano. Mais la raison pour laquelle elle aime joué au piano est plus que l'aime de musique, sa piano est magique. Sa piano peux voler. C'est une piano volant. Elle a fait beaucoup des aventure avec sa piano et sa amie Zoé. C'est leur historie.'

'I present to you Hannah. She is a girl of 20 and she likes to play piano. However the reason for which she likes to play piano is more than the love of music, her piano is magic. Her piano can fly. It's a flying piano. She has had many adventures with her flying and her friend Zoe. This is their story.'

It's short but in both versions I just felt like to write anymore would ruin it.

Stay tuned for the adventures of Hannah and her flying piano!

Last week Ed...this week Elvis

What did I do today? I listened to Elvis and spent 7 hours doing homework after a tree across the road convinced me staying home would be a better idea. 

Last week it was Ed Sheeran, this week it's Elvis. 

What can I say? Elvis was...godly, he was just...amazing. Decades later and his voice still gives me shivers whether he's talking or singing. He sings it all to, its bot just rock and roll, or blues, or country, or ballads its...everything. 
And, from what I've seen in crackly, black and white interviews on YouTube, he seems like a lovely guy. He revolutionised the music industry with the first ever music video. 

He is, without a doubt, the King.

A movie alone

So I only fail in late submission. I did go and see a movie by myself today. I went and saw Moonrise Kingdom. Yesterday I had 2 assignments due and it was such a relief to take the afternoon off and go to the cinema. So after my lectures this morning i went off and bought tickets. I had about 2 hours to spare before the movie so I wandered around the shops and grabbed some lunch. It was very relaxing going at my own pace.
The movie was great too. This wasn't the first time I've been to the cinema by myself. The first time was when i went to see Black Swan. It's funny how the movies I have chosen to see by myself were more art house. I really liked this movie. It was simple, with earthy colours, dry humour, beautiful, quirky scenes. Essentially its about two early teens who fall in love and run away together. He is an orphan and scout and she is from a dysfunctional family. I can't really explain it....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_eOI3AamSm8
It's kind of a hit or miss thing, either you like it or you don't. I liked being able to sit there and watch the movie without a friend whispering in my ear their opinions of the movie. I like being able to form my own opinion on the movie without the influences of others. I like spending time with friends, but i also like the time I have to myself. I had a great afternoon by myself and spent the night eating thai and watching a flick with the girls. Very relaxing.