What's HOT what's NOT #1

HOT




Famous Magazine - It's new, it's hip, it's trashier than any trash before it. And I like it!






Krispy Kreme coming to Melbourne - hurry up and build it already!





Kiss Kiss Bang Bang - f#@&ing brilliant!




NOT





The Hoff emails - It's just so not funny anymore. Let it go guys. Let it go.





Tom Cruise - Less silent birthing, more silent acting.





Commonwealth Games TV coverage - so biased it should be renamed the Australian Games.

In which I sum things up

Well... this weekend is going to be interesting.
We host the Grand Prix and the Footy Season FINALLY begins. Hooray!

Our city has been crawling with people the last week. All types of people. But this weekend is going to be different.
Take away the old people and teatotalers we welcomed during the Commonwealth Games, add rev heads and footy fans - whch is about 98% of this city - and what do you get? One kick ass party!

But I'm sitting on the bench for this one.

Just try and get me within a 3 km radius to the city. Just try.
I say this because I live approx 4km from the CBD, that gives me 1000 meter area to do my grocery shopping and visit friends. Hmmmm.

Looking forward to the much needed Easter break. J has bought us tickets to a dance party on Good Friday, which I am in 2 minds about. If my mother knew I wasn't going to church, by crikey I would get an earful!!
On top of that, it truly isn't my scene. People on drugs annoy me, drugs in general piss me off. So I guess I will have to try and stay up all night on adrenalin alone. J is really excited because it is his all time favourite DJ. *Sigh* the things we do, the things we do.

Saturday night is reserved for my favourite 'old man's' pub, a short walk from my place.
http://www.melbournepubs.com/v/656/Royal-Hotel.html
Essendon vs Sydney on the big screen + beer + friendly game of polka = Yum City. Gosh I sound like a bloke.

Feeling so so so tired. Its work + school + late night - early morning, yum sessions with J.
I can't wait for some time off so I can pamper myself with a manicure, exercise and actually be able to afford the time to do my hair. It's true, I am quite tom-boyish when it comes to sport ect... but I am a complete girly girl in every other way. Best of both worlds I guess.

At the moment I am going through a strawberry obsession. Today I bought, new strawberry perfume oil, lip balm, body butter and shower gel. Yikes! And I'm not sure exactly why. Bloody chick moments.

Bye for now.

P.S. Sorry this is post is in shambles - reflective of my mood.

P.P.S You all rock!

All things sporty

So the Games are done and dusted.

In 2 days we host this.



And only 3 more sleeps, until my life goes back to a blissful, wonderful, norm.



If you live in Melbourne, and you don't like sport, I suggest you move to Sydney, with the rest of the weirdos and gays. We don't want ya anyway!!

Demons

Since the age of 3, I have been a dancer. Well, up until about 5 years ago.

I remember being in primary school, when my Mom would put my hair curlers in. I would have to leave them in for 2 days before a competition. How embarrassing it was to go to school, with multi-coloured curlers in my hair. They kind of looked like wiggling worms. I can still hear the taunts from my fellow students. Not pretty.

But how utterly fantastic it was, to be on stage.

I am a confident person, but have never been much of an exhibitionist. Quite the opposite, actually.
But, up on that stage I felt like a princess. The audience could never take their eyes off me. Stage presence is a funny thing.

Turns out, I was actually quite talented. By the age of 10 I was attending practice every single day. Competing almost every weekend. My typical day consisted of, practice 7am - 9am, school 9am - 3pm, practice 4pm - 8pm.

By the age of 12 I had every ballet school in the country throwing scholarship offers at me.
I was earning considerable amounts of money for winning competitions. My poor Mom carted me all over the state to compete, but hey, I was bring home the bacon!

I absolutely loved it.

I wanted to be a professional ballerina, and worked damn hard to get where I was.

Then, suddenly, I experienced an terrible nightmare for a girl aspiring to become a professional dancer.

I grew boobs.

My bum and hips started curving. It was absolutley horrifying for me! My mother tried to explain to me that it was normal, that the women in my family all developed early. Although petite, they all have those womanly curves I hate... and I hated them for it.

I started to get called "Little Miss Piggy" by girls in my ballet school. In their eyes, I was massive. I hadn't put on an ounce of weight, just grew some extra bumps.

My teachers began putting me in training programs that would keep my weight down. I was put on a strict diet. The type of strict diet that never allowed me to order lunch at the school canteen, or participate in friends birthday parties at Pizza Hut.
I never knew the joy of a Happy Meal before the age of 17! They were afraid I would balloon out of proportion and were equally horrified. Afterall, I was making all of them a lot of money.

The next 2 years went by, with me taping down my boobs when I was at competition. Judges commented on my "far from ideal" body type.

Although I was still good, I lost a lot of confidence. My "spell binding stage presence" dwindled and I found myself not enjoying dancing anymore. Afterall, a broken heart does weigh you down.

At 18, I decided to cut my losses and run. And boy did I run. I never looked back, hardly spoke of the pain, until now.

Luckily, I was strong enough to get out of it without developing an eating disorder.But it took MANY years to build up my self-confidence again.

I still hate my curves. I think I developed a complex towards them. Since I quit, I haven't been on a diet.

Until now.

Perhaps, fears are resurfacing???

What exactly am I afraid of?!!?

"Me Time"

I'm feeling a little anxious. Its constant and its draining me.

I have been living alone in a cute little apartment since July of last year. I still haven't decided whether I like it or not. I am a bit of a loner and enjoy the "me time". I enjoy the ability to make naked dashes to and from the bathroom if need be. I like my own space. I have always been a messy person and there is no-one around to tell me to clean up my mess, after another one of my usual cooking disasters. And I like it that way. I like using the bathroom whenever I need to, having a quiet space to study when I need to, watching anything I want on TV (except when J is in control of the remote) and pretty much doing whatever the hell I like!

But this lifestyle is SO damned expensive. I have to work two jobs in order to cover the rent. And as much as I have tried to persuade J to join me (for good) in my little home, he isn't keen.

It can also get quite lonely. And a little scary. I would be truly helpless if I found myself involved in one of THOSE incidents. (You gals know exactly what I'm talking about!) I only ever feel completely safe when J is around.

The opportunity has come up for me to move out into a new place with a couple of my close buddies. I said yes. Now I am freaking out. I'm not sure why, but I think it has something to do with, moving house being damned stressful! And of course I will have to break my lease.

I am excited by the fact that we will be able to afford a HOUSE. A real house, with a back yard and a garage. You don't know how happy it will make me to get out of apartments. I'm excited that I will have some company, I will no longer have to come home to nothing, everynight. I'm excited that my monthly expenses will be cut by almost half!

I am just so anxious about giving up my "me time". I'm nervous about packing up my little paradise, never to return. I'm nervous about having to rely on J for financial help (to get things started) yet again. I'm nervous that my relationship with J may suffer as it will no longer be just us. I'm also a little shitty, that he doesn't want to take that step with me and live together - we practically do anyway!

Anyhoo, hopefully my anxious feelings will go away. Hopefully, I will be able to pull this off with minimum stress and not break out with a rash, like last time!

Blog Block

A few things have been going on... but it feels like I have some sort of writer's block. Or maybe I'm just a sucky writer... so I shall list the events of this past week. Well, it's really just, stuff.........

- Attended funeral of my grandmother's long term companion. He has been around since my grandfather died (before I was born) but they never married. Devastating. Didn't even realise it effected me until I was blubbering like a baby at the service.

- Went out with a friend on Friday night, when I should have been at home, writing my two essays totalling 5000 words, which are due this week. Instead, many beers, vodka/red bulls and Yager Bombs later, I was smashed. We all were. I only really remember J yelling at me on the corner of a city street, because I went missing and he thought I was being kidnapped.
I didn't get kidnapped, which I guess is good thing! It was St Patrick's day and the Kiwi's had just beat us at the Rugby 7's, so there were people everywhere!!!

- The next day, I nursed a terrible hangover, whilst comforting myself with greasy junk food, trash magazines and some old DVD faves. Note to self: should have been completing before mentioned essays. Ugh!!!!

- Finally the Cats got up there! As us Aussies say: "You little ripper!". I don't care if it's the pre-season cup. Go Cats!!! This makes me happy. This especially makes my significant other very VERY VERY happy. This in turn, makes for happy times for me in the bedroom. Yessssss!!!

http://www.theage.com.au/news/Sport/Geelong-still-celebrating-NAB-Cup-win/2006/03/19/1142703208133.html

- Why can't I hyperlink??

- Only 2 weeks until the real season starts!

- I also got taken out to my favourite steak house for dinner last night. There is nothing I love more in the world than a perfectly cooked piece of cow.

- Cyclone Larry = scary
http://theage.com.au/news/national/larry-ripping-communities-apart/2006/03/20/1142703249829.html

- Why can't I hyperlink??

- Am going on a diet. Not so much to lose weight, but to get healthy. I need to exercise and de-flab my bum & thighs. I need to stop considering beer as a food group.

Chao for now...

Games Fever

Or should I say, "Practice Olympics" fever???

Our city is at full capacity! I ventured out of the office today to grab a sandwich... Everywhere I went was full, or there was nothing left. I had to settle for breakfast cereal from 7Eleven.

Got some cool shots though.



Poor things... imagine having to compete with crazy tram drivers. This one posed for me as he went by. He gave me a sort of "huff" after I said thank you.





I guess the Indian team decided they would be better off to buy their own tram and cruise around, instead of fighting for a spot like the rest of us. They had that neat Indian music blaring too. Hilarious!!!!



Lots of oversized fishies. Apparently part of the opening ceremony, to launch fireworks from. Can't wait.


Last night, I had a waitressing gig - a function for the Scottish team.
Apart from the bag pipes, was a great night. And I thought Aussies could drink!!! Hopefully they get over their hangovers before tomorrow!

Long Weekend

A brilliant and much needed break with the family.
Although fantastic, it was very energy draining - too tired to write about it, photos below say enough!



My little sis giving it a go...



J and I...



My little bro on the knee board.. he's a star!



Me on boat...


I missed great shots of all of us on the biscuit and getting thrown around on the donuts. J wake boarding too. That will teach me to charge my battery pack the night before!

See ya!

YGF

5 little things

I love making popcorn before watching DVD's, curled up on the couch with a blanket.

I love putting a fresh towel in the dryer for 2 mins, to use just after I get out of the shower.

I love having family BBQ's on the back veranda of my Dad's place, whilst playing frisbee with my dog.

I love roadtrips. Especially along the coastline.

I love watching a football game, rugged up in the freezing cold, drinking beer and eating meat pies. Preferrably ones that actually contain meat!


I'm easily pleased...

How about you???

Door Knobs

Let me paint a picture for you my friends...


Friday 7:25am
Locked in bathroom. With no clothes, phone or a possible way out.



Backtrack - A week earlier.
J and I had a little argument. I threw a tantrum, he threw a tantrum, I threw a doorknob.
As I was stomping into the hallway, I tried to shut (slam) the door and the damn door knob fell off! Damn doorknob. So, I gave that doorknob what for! It shattered all over the tiles.
Anyway, we decide to transfer the bathroom doorknob to the hallway door because, I hardly ever close the bathroom door ( I live alone) and the hallway door gets used much more often.




Soooooooooo, now we are back to Friday morning. I get up, I make a coffee, start watching a weird cartoon based on Jackie Chan's life as a child, where he has a pet dragon, (?!?!?!) I jump in the shower.

I get out of the shower. Wrap myself in a towel and proceed to exit the bathroom. Uh Oh. This is not possible due to there being no door knob on the other side of the door. Without such device, it is absolutely impossible for me to get out.

Ok, so, I'm panicking! So much, that I my brain is hardly functioning. Suddenly I realise exactly HOW SMALL my bathroom is and I begin to hyperventilate!

After my initial panic mode dulls (a little), I scramble on top of the toilet (naked) and open the bathroom window. Again I panic. The bathroom window only opens approx 10cm!!! Where is Nicole Ritchie when you need her?!!?!?

First things first, I put on what I wore to bed - a pair of knickers and a "I heart NY" singlet top that hardly covers my boobs.
I try to banish the horrifying thoughts from my mind, where I die alone in my bathroom, whilst licking mould off the tiles for food. I have a Wonder Woman moment and break the window off the hinges, "Eureka!!" I get my wide load out of there, whilst noticing my next door neighbour over the fence, watering his roses, giggling at me wiggling my stumpy legs out the hole in the wall I just created.

Phew. I was out. Then I proceed to knock on the neighbours door, dressed as a very perplexed, street walking hussy and ask to borrow his phone. Call work, call J to come and let me back in the house, then sit down on his couch and try to make small talk, wrapping myself in a blanket.

J arrived 20 minutes later and laughed so hard I saw tears welling up in his eyes, I had tears in my eyes too, but I wasn't laughing.

Oh boy, what a bimbo.

Not such a great start to the weekend.

I'm still having bad dreams about being locked in small spaces, still scared to venture into the bathroom alone, without my cell and keys and J is STILL laughing.

I guess you guys will be too!

YGF

Tadpole

Yesterday was the first day of Autumn. (Fall)

Summer flew by. I miss it already. It's cold. It sucks.

J and I went on a beach vacation for 2 weeks in January.
We drank cocktails and ate seafood, (well, I ate seafood, J gagged while watching me break the lobster's legs to suck out the meat, mmmmmmmm.)
I pretended to be a beach babe, tried to cover up my whitey mcwhite skin, with fake tan, whilst trying to get an actual, real life, tan. Both didn't work.

Anyway, I'm not a strong swimmer. I think J was very disappointed in this. Everyday he would throw me out into the surf and watch me as I panicked and wiggled my little white legs, screaming, "I can't touch the bottom!!" I would always reach out for him to grab me. He never did.

I freaked out when he made me swim in a beach without a shark net - which in Oz is like a death wish. He enjoyed the adrenalin rush, I tinkled in my itsy bitsy, designer bikini he bought me for Xmas.

This beach was were I got caught in a rip. If this has happened to any of you - you will know exactly how terrifying it is.
I instantly lost all of my energy, because I was swimming my little heart out and wasn't moving. Plus, everytime I did gain a little distance, another massive wave would dump me closer and closer to the rocks. I was screaming for J to come and get me. His took his usual hard-ball approach and yelled at me to keep on swimming. Then I cried. At that moment, I would have welcomed a big scary shark to come and grab me, because I felt about as big as a tadpole. Apparently, I kinda looked like one too...

I feel like a tadpole today. Wriggling around, trying to find something to reach out and latch on to. I always reach out to J, but he never seems to be there.

Lunch Break

Because I really don't have much to say - these are the things I did on my lunch break today.



Looked at an apartment in this building that was open for inspection. Just because I've always wanted to see inside this cool, old goth building - which I affectionately refer to as the "Batman Building". Fitting, don't you think?



Tried on a pair of pants that were on sale. Great price, but made my ass look flat and in need of a serious workout.
Damn, it's probably true.



Discovered that you can't help but smile, when you see these amazingly bright flowers in the street. They are almost fluro. I wanted to take some home.



Went to church. Not to confess - although I probably should. I volunteer here every couple of weeks. We give out food and blankets to the homeless. Didn't do that today - just had a few questions re Comm Games - see my "16 days" post.

Bye!