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.