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I don't really know if these are supposed to be in a particular order, but i will start with this one.
The Birthday Party Badge. not really something to shout about, most people i know have had at least one birthday party in their lifetime. i'll share some fond memories of stand-out birthday parties for me.
my...i think it might have been 5th birthday party? I was very into fairies, and there was this incredible shop nearby called The Fairy Shop, which to my five year old mind was the most amazing place in the world. it was decorated like a fairy grotto, and played wonderful mystical fairy music, and sold all kinds of fairy paraphernalia. i know this is starting to sound like a very different kind of shop, but it was really a lovely place. this fairy shop had a room where one could have a fairy party, and so that is what i did to celebrate turning 5. I invited some friends, and we all went to the fairy shop dressed up as fairies, and sat on chairs that looked like toadstools, and a lady dressed as a fairy ran the party. we had wishing stones, and ate fairy bread, and did all kinds of fairy activities and it was pretty much the most exciting thing that had happened to me in my short life.
the following year i had a bouncy castle. and my mother tied donuts to the washing line with string and we had to eat the donuts without using our hands.
and the year after that i had my first slumber party, where we ate chocolate fondue and my best friend at the time threw up.
crazy party animals we were.
i have had quite a lot of birthday parties in my 21 years, so i guess i'm lucky, that i have always had friends to celebrate my birthdays with, and parents willing to put time, effort and finances into making sure i had special birthdays.
so thanks all.
and here is my badge.
as explained by the deliciously adorable brit in the video above.
out of sheer curiosity, i decided to check out the lifescouts website, thinking i would probably not be able to lay claim to many badges myself. however, i was pleasantly surprised, and thus i have decided to make a post for each of the lifescout badges that i myself have achieved, anecdote attached.
the first to be up shortly.
if i'm being completely honest, i'd have to say that i'm lonely.
sure, i like my own company, and i claim that i'm too selfish to make room for someone major in my life,
and yes i say that if i'm working/studying/going to the gym/having a social life, i wouldn't have time for anyone, but really? the absolute, gritty horrible naked truth?
i just want somebody there. someone to share my life with, someone to fall asleep next to, someone whose hugs are always available. i used to say i was happy walking by myself, so to speak. but i suppose it gets old fast. i'd like to walk with someone for a change.
so, a few things you should know. number one, Dan is amazing. i love him. he is a beautiful human being.
numero deux, there are few things in this life that i despise more than admitting when i am wrong.
thirdly, the (word of the day) amalgamation of the above two facts has thus inspired this post, which is my own version (or a response, if you like) of the reasons why I, the silent screamer, am an awful human being also. let's hope this is as cleansing as it is probably very embarrassing.
1. I don't hold doors open for people. I really don't know why. perhaps i am just incredibly self-centred, but whenever the opportunity arises for me to do so, it does not occur to me until the moment has passed, and i end up looking like a massive twat. sorry.
2. i'm really awkward in the situation of bumping into someone i know whilst out and about. whether this person be friend, foe or a mere acquaintance, or worse, a friend of my parents', rather than being charming and lovely, i am just the ultimate awkward turtle. pregnant pauses (i HATE that phrase with a passion), crickets chirping, fake smiles, weird jokes, the whole deal. SHAMEEEEE
3. I don't answer my phone when i can't be bothered talking to the caller. I know, i know. it's really rude. i blame caller ID. ugh this is such a terrible habit. i just. i can't.
4. I have a total and utter, all-eclipsing incapability of putting things back where they bloody well belong! this probably explains why my life is more often than not in a state of complete disorder, and i KNOW that it's really not that hard, however each time i take something from its original place, only to decide i don't need it, i will nine times out of ten, WHILE the thought 'i should put this back in it's correct place' is flashing in my brain in neon lights, i STILL will put it somewhere else. because i am LAZY. ugh
5. I cut people off during conversation. yes, i am one of those. no more be said.
this is making me cringe way too much to continue. however i think it may have been a helpful exercise. if you don't hate me after reading this, you deserve to be sainted. or knighted.
some things that exist in this world purely (i am convinced) to piss off people such as myself...
let us begin.
Hair Extensions:
they look tacky, they look fake, it is blatantly obvious that they are not natural. GROW YOUR OWN FECKING HAIR!
on this note, people who cut off their hair and then get extensions. wh---but---SO CONFUSED!? do you want short hair or long hair? if you want long hair, just LEAVE IT LONG. for God's sake. i realise this subject has been visited in a post some years ago, but i still see people sporting this disgusting invention. stupid, stupid, stupid. they should sell hair extensions with a badge that says 'i'm a bimbo'.
ugh.
'Festival Clothes'.
There seems to be a mentality amongst the fifteen to early twenties demographic that if one attends a festival, one must wear as little or pointless clothing as possible. why why why??? why do people insist on making what should be events in celebration of glorious music (whatever genre you prefer) all accessible in the one place, into an excuse to wear basically nothing?! for starters, it's impractical. festivals are typically held outdoors, where one is exposed to nature and all her elements. i.e. glaringly hot sun, unforgiving rain, or that biting melbourne cold we are all so fond of. this results in all kinds of uncomfortable side effects such as mud, sunburn, et cetera. would not then the rational response be to dress in such a way as to best deflect said side effects?
apparently not. all the slip, slop, slapping that was drilled into us as children never sunk in, and it seems that catching a nasty cold is a reasonable price to pay for looking 'good'.
i could go on about this forever but i won't. you're all twits. i will not sympathise when you come back from falls with heatstroke, nor will i share my warmth at splendour. i will wear gumboots, dress warmly and comfortably, and laugh at you all.
People who talk at gigs.
unless you wandered into the venue unaware that it was the current place of a musical performance, you would have presumably planned and paid for this particular outing. you are there to LISTEN, WATCH, OBSERVE, ENJOY. the musicians are there to perform. etiquette therefore dictates that you shut the eff up and respect everyone else's right to enjoy their night. why come if all you're going to do is rudely talk and play with your phone all night? go somewhere else. we all wish that you would.
People who hog machines at the gym.
another example of a place where you need to respect and be aware of other people. yes, a rest between sets/reps is acceptable, but if you are simply going to sit and play with your phone or talk to your friend, instead of actually WORKING OUT, then move so someone else can use whatever it is that you are preventing them from using by sitting on your ass. also, you can't 'bag' machines with your towel/drink bottle/whatever crap you're carrying around, and proceed to walk away and use some other piece of equipment, thus selfishly preventing others from using the former piece of equipment. PICK ONE, do your thing, and then move on. you know who you are, idiots, and you're messing with my workout routine.
lift your game.
Hair down, heels high, boobs pushed up, lips red, lingerie lacy.
No, I am not describing a high-class hooker, as seems to be popular opinion these days, nor am i attempting to portray a tarted-up club totty.
there was once a time, when the above description was the norm for a Lady.
yes, that's right, a real-life, men should hold doors open for her and stand when she enters a room, classy, self-confident (but not obnoxious), ladylike Lady.
feminists, please hold your fire for the moment.
when did it become a crime for a woman to want to present herself as precisely that - a woman?
what's wrong with wanting to look polished, glossy, glamorous?
it used to be EXPECTED, it was the norm, but now if we want to get all done up, we are subject to an open-fire of insults, judgement, and general scorn, from both men and other women. we are accused of being dated, anti-feminist, self-degrading, bowing to the wants of men, prostituting ourselves, being vain, blah blah blah
i really don't see what's so wrong with wanting to simply look nice. dressing up is FUN, going out in high heels and makeup and your favorite dress is a treat, it makes you feel good about yourselves, and God knows we females could do with a good confidence boost now and again.
when i put my lipstick on in the morning, when i choose a dress over tracksuit pants and heels over flats, i'm not making a political statement, or 'asking for it'. i do it because i enjoy it. i'm a girly-girl at heart, and i'd like to be able to make myself happy without feeling judged or being attacked.
feminism is all well and good, but i think sometimes some of us forget one of the core reasons it all started. women didn't want to become men, they simply wanted to be able to wear what they wanted, act and speak freely, marry, stay single, have a job, be a housewife, have a dozen children, WHATEVER, on their OWN. TERMS.
so i'll celebrate being able to be both. an independent woman with the right to live my life however i choose, and wear my lipstick and heels while i'm doing it.
thankyou.
a short film my friend made. she is rather spesh
because sometimes it's fun to throw food
5 good things about today
great sleep-in
rediscovering great music on my itunes
enjoying once again the magical world of Harry Potter
got my lazy self to the gym
misty jade nail polish
was GOING to make vegan organic pumpkin pesto pasta. INSTEAD...
groove along to this:
Willow Tree March-The Paper Kites
See The World- The Kooks
Can I Get an Amen- Sea Legs
Yellow Brick Road- Angus & Julia Stone
Yeah- Usher
The Way I Loved You- Taylor Swift
Walking on a Dream- Boy & Bear Empire of the Sun Cover
Video Games- Lana Del Ray
Vicious Curves- Tom Milek
This Kiss- Alex Day feat. Carrie Hope Fletcher
This Train- Stu Larsen
There She Goes- The Wombats The LA's Cover
The Waitress Song - Seth Sentry
and then musical bliss courtesy of The Shins, made even more musical to my earholes by the anticipation of upcoming amazingness in the form of Norah Jones- The Prettiest Thing
5 good things about today
egg, cheese and avocado on english muffins with hollandaise
hearing 'not ready to make nice' on the radio on the way to work
back workout at the gym
talking favorite gilmore girls characters with a dear friend
doris day and nancy sinatra
looks like: denim and pleather
tastes like: jaffa cake
smells like: my conditioner
feels like: a little restless, but mostly content.
sounds like:
lana del ray, christina aguilera, the preatures, dirt farmer, alpine, lorde, grimes, nancy sinatra, doris day
Smoothie deliciousness
~INGREDIENTS~
2 teaspoons of chia seeds
watermelon
kiwi fruit
mixed berries
1 cup of apple, blueberry & rosehip tea, chilled
~METHOD~
get your fruit ninja on with a sharp knife, a chopping board and the fruit.
remember kids, safety first. you don't want a skin and blood smoothie. its supposed to be vegan.
throw everything in the blender in whatever order you please. i did: chia seeds first, then fruit, and tea last.
BLEND!!!
serve. with a straw. perfection.
cheat on all your diets, try to keep it quiet, running forwards getting nowhere, hanging on by a prayer, whisper my name, scream yours loud, fly your flag, don't blow your whistle, we're overachievers but we can't be too proud, oh no it's really not allowed, you can keep your success but don't speak it aloud.
write out your secrets and lock them in a drawer, smoke away your days, work too much and still we're poor, we plan trips we'll never take, and hearts and promises we only break, is this how you feel?
Day three of the detox... halfway there! woah living on a prayer...
okay no more cheese. for now anyway
so i started this detox that a friend told me about, which basically involves cutting out all sugar, processed foods, animal products...basically everything good haha
one of the most difficult things for me so far has been cutting out coffee and chai lattes, as i am a caffeine addict. and i make coffee for a living. mornings have been the most painful, as my hunger pangs and snack cravings tend to hit the hardest around 11am, but i am proud to say that i have been able to fight through them, with willpower i didn't know i had.
as for the clean eating, i could probably be doing better, but it's not a total disaster. the challenge here isn't really the food, because i am quite the fan of fruits and veggies and pretty open to trying things like chia seeds. it's more getting the motivation to actually prepare and cook things that fit into the detox that has been the difficult part. that and, trying to make myself drink four cups of green tea each day. that definitely did not happen yesterday.
this post isn't really meant to be interesting, i suppose i just need to be held accountable somewhere.
two days left! here's hoping i don't crack.
