It's April. I'm moving to Spain next month.

And all the girlies say, I'm pretty fly for a white guy

Hear thee, Hear thee.
Due to my extreme awesomeness have been awarded the 'Honest Weblog' tag. We all honestly know how superb and peachy keen I am, so let it be no surprise. Seriously, I'm like..tickadeeboo and Jolly hockey sticks, all rolled into one slightly short, un poco sarcastic, and always cynical package. I have been tagged by the teenage prodigy of all things fashionable, adreamer of Aus Style. This young lady can write, draw and dress with the best of them. She's probably a wicked, awesome dancer too...and I wouldn't be surprised if she could do back flips in designer wear.

"This award is bestowed upon a fellow blogger whose blog’s content or design is, in the giver’s opinion, brilliant.“When accepting this auspicious award, you must write a post bragging about it, including the name of the misguided soul who thinks you deserve such acclaim, and link back to the said person so everyone knows she/he is real. Choose a minimum of seven blogs that you find brilliant in content or design. Or improvise by including bloggers who have no idea who you are because you don’t have seven friends. Show the seven random victims’ names and links and leave a harassing comment informing them that they were prized with Honest Weblog. Well, there’s no prize, but they can keep the nifty icon. List at least ten honest things about yourself. Then pass it on!”

1.When I have a cold I sleep with my childhood teddy bear, White Ted.

2.I have studied enough piano, and passed enough exams to be allowed to teach it, but if you put me on the spot the best I could do now is Mary had a little lamb.

3.I don’t really like circular shapes, like Celtic designs. But I do like things to be symmetrical.

4.Sometimes I prefer wearing my glasses over my contacts because I feel like people don’t ‘see’ me. They’re like..my geek shield, or something.

5.When I was thirteen I was so obsessed with Buffy the Vampire Slayer that I’m sure my parents wanted to send me to a therapist.

6.I worked at Starbucks for eight months and it made me slightly crazy and depressed. Beware!

7.Everyone thinks I’m brave for moving to Europe indefinitely, I’m terrified actually, but not for reasons they understand.

8.I tend to judge people by their desire to travel. If they have no interest in the world, I have no interest in them.

9.When my friends found out I was working in childcare they were either completely shocked or laughed hysterically because it is ‘so not you’. But really, I love it.

10. I had my first real kiss a month before I turned 16 because my mum kept annoying me by saying ‘sweet 16 and never been kissed’ so I went out and found me one at an underage disco. It was horrible, and I now avoid all men in red t-shirts.



Now, I shall tag:


Tis Serendipity
TGIFash
The Death of Retail Price
Girl with the Big Brown Eyes
Hammiesblog
Qin at the Disco
So I was thinking

It makes me sick to think of you undressed, as every day I love you less and less

Photo: Oliver Helbig

I'm now officially a graduate. I have a Bachelor of Arts, with a History Major. Hear me roar. Yes, it is fucking useful so keep your small-minded judgements to yourself, students of ...everything else.

Oh GOD, I just logged into my photobucket to find a suitable picture for today's post and everything is...PINK..and sparkling. I think pb must have found out about my irrational hatred of all things pink and is mocking me, I'm too scared to click back on the tab. I'm on the verge of sobbing, oh please make it go away. :O It's gone, without me even having to do anything. All rejoice. I hope you enjoyed that mental narration.

Now I'm going to meet a friend for brunch, hopefully my waiter crush will be there, and I won't have contact spasms that make it look like I have a blinking disorder. Oh, the amount of times men have winked at me on the tram and I have been confused as to why; only to realise, on account of my dry contacts, I had winked at them first. Yeah, I think today might just be a glasses day.

Before I go I'd like to wish a very Happy Birthday to one of my blogging friends. You know who you are ;)

Everywhere you go, you always take the weather with you

My dad went to Europe at the end of last year; it was his first time there and he was quite excited..in that whole 'I'm so manly I will never admit to being truly excited' way. Anyhow, it was the first time he had travelled with a digital camera, and I think he's turned out to be a bit of a natural with it. Just thought I'd share a few shots with you guys..

Italian Alps

French side of the alps, I think.

Northern Ireland

Tomorrow there's no school so let's go drink some more red bull

Photo: Timothy Barnes

I'm just starting to realise how much I'm going to miss my family, my friends and my city when I leave in 7 weeks. I've never missed any of the other places we have lived, it's a new thing for me. I have begun packing stuff up in my room very slowly; one row of photos per week off the wall, a few books in a box, some clothes in the 'Vinnies' pile. I'm doing it slowly because I think if I do it at once I will totally freak out.

On Friday night I had a sleep over with a couple of friends. All three of us are so completely different; we make the most hilarious combination. It works though. We did all the teen things; bought junk food and a dvd, climbed trees, talked about boys. We also read each other’s tarot, something I've never had done before and the results for me were a bit...ominous, I suppose. Almost every card had something to do with an 'ending'. Lots of swords and hellfire. Okay, there was no hellfire. We chose to interpret it as an ending of one stage of my life and the beginning of the next one overseas. The cards told me that I'm a bit lost as far as knowing what I'll do once I actually get to Spain, and that's somewhat true. I suppose that no matter what cards come up, most of the time you can somehow interpret them to relate to your current frame of mind. Anyway, enough love, dove, nuts and berries. It was a fun night, to be a teen again, even if we do have very philosophical discussions for fake teenagers.

Can I trust this dialect, to convey the right effect?

Ma grill right up in yo face.

I think I'm losing it; I am the epitome of anticipation. I have over planned everything, right down to which underwear I will take. Oh, and I have a crush on a waiter boy. I go there to see him and then avoid eye contact. Stellar. I'm smooth with the dudes.

Gimme that old fashioned morphine, it's good enough for me

I love to take photos. I take hundreds in one night. My friends complain they haven't seen my face in hours because I always have my crappy camera glued to it. It's not that I'm very good at photography, I just like the...unpredictable nature of snap snap snap. I've been meaning to take some photos of my weekend outings to post on my blog, but every day I find some amazing image by a professional and mine get put on the backburner. I'm afraid that now the expectations are too high, I've cheated myself.

Before I go to my favourite breakfast haunt I'd like to welcome any lurkers to comment and say 'hello', I'd love to check out your blogs...or if you're feeling especially lurky, be anonymous.

Oh, only 9 weeks to go! I think my friends are on the verge of banning me from talking about Spain.

Photo: Markus Jans

This photo makes me feel...cold. In a good way. I'd like to stay.

Oh my god you must be joking me, if you think that you'll be poking me

Great, I've come to that point where it's starting to piss me off. The 'economic crisis' is now the Economic Crisis. If you're not there yet, it won't be long. Right now I really, really do not care about 'dressing for the recession' it's actually fucking with my LIFE.

Photo: Yelena Yemchuk

And if bridges gotta fall, then you'll fall too

1. I miss the magic of Season One of Skins. Season Three just isn't cutting it.

2. I think I'm going to go to the Fringe Festival in Edinburgh (one of my favourite cities) in August. Yes please and thankyou.

3. So I know I sound like a lazy sod, but I just don't understand how people work full time without ending up sobbing wrecks who just refuse to get out of bed one day. In my quest to actually be able to feed and shelter myself in Spain I have been working full time; I've only done this for a month and I'm already feeling burnt out. This morning on the tram to work I was thinking 'Oh gawd I can't wait for the weekend' (yes, I spelt god wrong intentionally) and I hadn't even begun my week's work yet. I am seriously impressed with people who do this on a regular basis, it's a kind of mental, physical and emotional stamina which I'm not sure I possess. Oh and shut the hell up uni students, your life isn't as tough as you think it is. Well, okay, I guess that I do get to just switch off from work as soon as I get home, I no longer have something at the back of my mind saying 'Yo, lazy fark, you should be writing that essay about Ancient Greek porn, it ain't going to write itself'. But you know what uni sudents? I still envy you, because browsing the internet for hours reading random blogs is sexier when you have 'I should be studying' guilt. So now wasting time is just...wasting time. What? Eh? I don't know. Just go study. More caffeine?

Photo: Markus Jans

You can't keep me back once I've had some

I've been having really vivid and strange dreams lately: peeing in the forest; having a baby; kissing a guy from high school I was never interested in; walking around a hotel for hours and having a panic attack because I can't find my room...anyone want to decode for me or share some strange dreams?

I'm on a hunt for new online reading material. If you know any of blogs of anyone who travels a lot, or is blogging about living in a new country...I'd love to know about them. Or, just anything where I can read about some different cultural experiences.

Today I'm meeting up with a good friend who has been living in Berlin for a year. I'm really excited to see her. Have a fantastic long weekend fellow Aussies!

Photo: Yelena Yemchuk.
The girl in this photo has hair like me!

He lends his coat for shelter

Hmm, I think Adele has summed up my perfect man. But I suspect he is everyone's perfect man.

[Daydreamer, sittin' on the seat/Soaking up the sun he is a/Real lover, makin' up the past and feeling up his girl like he's never felt her figure before/Jaw dropper/Looks good when he when he walks, he is the subject of their talk/He would be hard to chase, but good to catch and he could change the world with his hands behind his back, Oh/You can find him sittin' on your doorstep/Waiting for the surprise/It will feel like he`s been there for hours/And you can tell that he'll be there for life/Daydreamer, with eyes that make you melt/He lends his coat for shelter because he`s there for you when he shouldn`t be/But he stays all the same, waits for you and then sees you through/There's no way I could describe him/All I say is, just what I`m hoping for/But I will find him sittin' on my doorstep/Waiting for the surprise/It will feel like he's been there for hours/And I can tell he`ll be there for life/And I can tell he`ll be there for life]Daydreamer- Adele

Photo: Geoffrey Barrenger

Screaming in my head. Brooklyn we go hard. We go hard.

Ain't got no words. Choose your own: Fun. Drunk. Is. Dancing. Fall. Fall. Laugh. Confused? You. Are. Bruises. Up. Shut. Out. Peace.


Photo: Timothy Barnes