Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known

In the last few weeks I have been emailing some blog related folks on a various topics, that in itself it is not unusual, but lately I have had a number of people comment on my overall outlook and how they think it’s a really good and a helpful one to consider things from.

This isn’t a "God, I am so fantastic post" in case you are worried. I am the first person to admit I don’t have all the answers, I don’t even know if I have any of the answers but I do know I am finally at a place that I am really happy with and if being at this place can also be helpful to other people then that is just super fabulous. So here’s a mere dip in the ocean of my personal theory of life, maybe I should write a book!

I wouldn’t really contribute my emerging personal philosophy to any one, specific thing. I suppose Buddhism has helped in terms of perspective and overall thinking, the renewed focus lately on positive thinking has probably made a bit of a contribution, but really I think it’s just a refined version of the way I have almost always looked at things, I think having faith in something bigger than yourself (whatever you choose that thing to be) is incredibly important.

I am very much a "suck it up" person. This is the bit a lot of people disagree with, but hear me out. I’ve had close family members die, I’ve had serious illness within my immediate family, I have been dumped and heartbroken, I’ve been depressed, I’ve hated myself, I have had friends who weren’t good for me, I’ve done badly at uni, I’ve made bad employment choices and lots of the other every day stuff that can make you really mad or sad. Despite having this stuff happen, I maintain my suck it up-ness. I don’t think dwelling on things is ever helpful. Replaying in your mind how a relationship ended isn’t helpful, it’s over, and that’s it, replaying it is going to reinforce bad feelings about yourself or another person, it’s going to make you question your behavior, or their behavior, or what you would have done differently. Here’s the thing though, doing all of that isn’t going to make things better. Hating yourself because maybe you were too clingy, or didn’t make enough time for your partner or any of the stupid reasons relationships end isn’t going to make a spot of difference to that old relationship, is it?. I really, truly, with every fiber of my being, believe things will always work out the way they are meant to. Having faith in a concept bigger than yourself really puts things in perspective. See it as a lesson to manage your time better so you can nurture relationships, see it as a really good chance to work on being happy and content in yourself so that you never need a partner, but you only ever have someone in your life because it makes you happy and you want to be with them.

Sucking it up doesn’t mean not grieving for someone who’s gone, or mourning a lost relationship, or regretting a bad decision. Those things are incredibly important in the scheme of things, but the length of such behaviors is key. There is no time limit. Some people can wrap up a relationship in their own mind in a week and be ready to move on, other people might need months or years. Not going through this process is probably more damaging than dwelling on things, refusing to acknowledge your feelings won’t get rid of them, it’s only going to keep rolling around inside you. Even if you think you don’t need to consider how you feel, if you don’t it will roll around in your subconscious and emerge when you least expect or need it to.

A bad decision will only haunt you forever if you let it, guilt will only stay with you forever if you let it. The Buddhist idea of impermanence is a good one for this way of thinking. Everything is going to exists and then stop existing, there is nothing that will last forever, it’s just not possible. People will die, friendships can  move in different directions, relationships can end, jobs can be lost, houses can burn down, precious memento can be broken, photos can fade,  bad feelings are also in this same category. Imagine you fecked something up, you made a big, stupid mistake. It sucks, it’s annoying and it made you look stupid in front of people, there are consequences as a result of your mistake, people might not trust your judgment for a while. You are just about the worst person in the world, you may as well just leap off something dramatic than continue such a pitiful existence, right? Well, no, actually. You made a mistake, chances are in most cases you are the only person who wants to beat yourself up about it. Accept your mistake, own it, recognize what went wrong (if it was anything in your control) think about what you can do so that it might not happen again and move on. Doubting yourself as a result isn’t going to make things better, you’ll never improve on something if your are too scared to try something again.

The feelings about yourself, or life in general, about the not so great stuff can effect your whole life. I truly believe that negative thoughts and self talk will become a self fulfilling prophecy if you let them. If you believe you are useless at your job after a mistake then you are creating bad energy for your work, so chances are you will become useless at your job. If you think you are incapable of maintaining a good relationships then you are never going to have a good relationship because you are creating bad energy. By accepting things, learning from them and moving forward you are so much better off. Maybe you did make a mistake, it was a stupid things to do and it made you feel bad. Never mind, it can’t be changed now, all you can do is learn so that it hopefully won’t happen again, being positive about things is going to create much better energy for you and just maybe it will help you not to make the same mistake again. Even if you don’t believe any of this, isn’t just thinking about how you aren’t useless and how you a really quite good at lots of things a much better mindset to be in?

I am going to stop raving on for the moment because this is getting long and hopefully you’ll have lots of good comments to share with me. Please disagree if you’d like to, I have never said this is the advice that everyone should take, it’s just what works for me and a few other people also thought it was a bit useful. I have a stack more to say about lots of things so if you think you’d like to read more posts about it, let me know, if you think you’d rather know about whether I went for coffee today or bought new shoes, that’s cool as well just let me know!

When I went to Perth, I bought D’Mummy a little bag that you can attach to your handbag to hold a mobile phone. I don’t like them but this one was pretty cute, so if she insists on attaching her mobile to her handbag, she should at least have a cute mobile bag. D’Mummy had become increasingly unimpressed with the little bag and always said how the little faux pearl strap would break and she’d loose her phone.

We went into the bottle shop today (Dan Murphy’s, my new favorite place) so I could buy A’s brother a bottle of rum for his birthday and I could get a couple of bottles of wine for the party. As we were walking back to the car D’Mummy spotted a familiar little mobile bag in the car park. I saw a car reverse and drive away and then D’Mummy pointed out and picked up her mobile phone case, I then saw all the faux pearls spread all over the car park. I opened the bag and got out the phone, it was a bit scratched but the screen was not cracked and it was still in perfect working order despite being run over by a car. It’s only a little, cheap, Nokia flip phone but it survived being run over by a small sedan, that’s pretty tough.

I knew it would be all overcast and horrible today. When I was at A’s on Thursday her brother was asking where he should position the music on Saturday for his party. I asked if it was an indoor or outdoor party and he said it depends on the weather. I said it was going to be an indoor party and A told him about my weather curse. If you want to break the drought in Queensland, have me organize a big, outdoor only party. I can promise with absolute certainty that it would bucket down, I can’t imagine if I were to have a garden wedding, we would need an Arc! Birthday parties are especially unlucky in terms of me ruining the weather, I have had a bit of luck lately as it used to be every time I went out at night, but lately it’s been more confined to birthdays or any other momentous occasion, think of how it rained at the inaugural Nerdfest! Never mind, I knew it would be like this so I got a couple of 3/4 sleeve tops today, so I won’t be too chilly. D’Mummy also bought me the Shoobiz Cando flats, so not only do I have red shoes, I have patent red shoe, yay! Not sure whether to wear them tonight or tomorrow? Maybe both?

In other news, everyone’s favorite Expat is back in Brisbane. She texted me this morning, all is well, I can’t wait for Sunday. Hooray!

Today is a two post day ’cause that’s how I roll.

• I am in a better mood now.

• I went to the bank and they can’t reverse the transaction (I thought the buyer with with the same bank as me, but they aren’t) so now I have to wait for them to give me their bank details so I can transfer the money back. Hopefully it won’t take another three weeks, and I really hope they don’t think I am somehow ripping them off.

• My number finally ported when I was at uni, which is exciting. I am back to having one mobile again. Virgin is off the hook…for the mean time.

• One of the girls in the group I work with today was talking about Myers-Briggs with me, she’s also vege and incredibly funny so I think she’s fabulous! I am the biggest Myers-Briggs nerd, so anyone who can talk about it with me is automatically my favorite person. (I’m INFJ, if you’re interested. I particularly like this profile as it mentions that INFJ’s are often thought of as extroverts because we appear outgoing and have a very genuine interest in people. I think that is true, especially in recent years I think people see me as much more out going than I actually am, and I am just obsessed with people, I think people are just mind bogglingly interesting. If you read any INFJ profile you will know every detail of my personality, we also make up only 2% of the population so I’m special (in the good way). Email me if you wanna talk Myers-Briggs!!)

• I have the biggest weekend! I have A’s brother’s birthday party tomorrow then Nerdfest on Sunday night. It’s not too late, if you live in Brisbane and would like to come and dine with us email me for more details, it’s shaping up to be our biggest yet (says D’Jen who on Sunday will now probably be sitting with two other people ) OK, so it’s only two events, but it’s a big deal for me, plus I have to do lots of little running around things in the mean time.

• I got my ipod skins yesterday in the mail, and today my imperfectly perfect ring arrived. I am so thrilled with it! It’s only about 1mm wide which is exactly what I wanted and is gently hammered so it has a sort of flattish, imperfect appearance. I LOVE it. I decided to wear it on "the" ring finger, because it’s wear it fits best, if any boy is silly enough to assume it means I am married it  serves them right for assuming things

I love going out with the girls, it’s always so much fun. And we get to talk for hours which is always fun! I had seen Kate and Deb last weekend but now Jac is back from Melbs so we had to catch up with her. I think we are all gossiped out, until next Sunday anyways. Yet again we were treated to the worst service in the entire universe, a really long wait on your food (which they warned us about, to be fair) a really not wait for drinks (which they didn’t warn us about). Deb had a glass with a massive crack in it, my vege breakfast had bacon in it and Jac’s had a black hair. I think Kate was the only one to escape unscathed. Breakfast was alright, despite this stuff and we had a wander around the markets (why are they so ordinary at the moment?). We, well, Kate spotted AndrewG walking down the footpath. He annoys me badly for a number of reasons but he looks fairly…insignificant in person, he’s looked quite small, but still very…AndrewG-ish, Shaggy hair and aviators and all. Australian Idol auditions were on at Southbank this morning, so that would explain it.

I had a tanty this morning before I went out. It’s one I haven’t had before. Girls, you know how sometimes you try on everything you own but can’t decide anything because you hate the way it looks? Well it was kind of like that but it wasn’t so much that I hated the way my clothes looked, I just hated all of my clothes because I don’t have anything I wanted to wear. I like my clothes to be for a purpose, it’s one of my things. I have "uni" clothes and "work/prac" clothes and like night time going out clothes but few clothes fat fit into the day time going out category. Especially now that it’s getting a little bit cooler (thought it was hot today). I don’t really know what clothes I want, I just know it’s not what I have now. My hair was also rubbish today so I think it just contributed to my overall angst.

Tomorrow marks the first day of my uni free weeks, I am so excited for no good reason. It only means that I don’t have to go to uni on Mondays because I still have to do one subject’s stuff on Friday, but I suppose two and a bit hours of uni a week isn’t too shabby! I am really going to sew this week, I have found two tops I really want (but they aren’t in stores) so I am going to make them myself.

I have a jam packed day today, I am going to the Department of Transport (if I’m lucky I’ll be out by 5pm).

It should be alright, I intend to be there as the doors open so it shouldn’t take too long. I am getting a new license as I have changed my signature (it was very clearly the work of a "free time" period in Year Seven, I wanted something a bit more "teacher-y" seeing as I will spend the rest of my life signing stuff). I am going to keep my old license though, my picture has become slightly infamous amongst friends so it would be a shame for it to just be chopped up, and this way I can sell it to a minor as it’s still valid for a year (no, I jest, as if I’d do something like that! [I'd just give it to a minor!]). Hopefully I can produce a decent picture today, I wish my personal photographer could touch it up a bit. I’m not asking for a lot, just a beautifully even skin tone, whitened teeth and eyes, that sort of thing.

After I get my new license I am going to go and get my eyes tested. It has been maybe eight years since I’ve had them tested and I have noticed recently they are not what they used to be.  I can’t thread needles the first time anymore, and  making a typo on my ipod engraving was a fairly good indication that I am not seeing as well as I normally do. D’Olds are long term glasses wearers so it’s not like it would be weird for me to have bad eyes, not to mention D’Nanny has had cataracts and slight Glaucoma.  I am not fussed, I love glasses and I would be pretty pleased to  wear some spiffy glasses. Plus I spend a lot of time looking at screens (the perils of being a blogger [and a DS addict]) so all of that is also not conducive to good eye health, we’ll see what the Optometrist says.

After that I have to come home and do an assignment. The assignment is one or two paragraphs about telling a story using a prop. Clearly, I am shaking in my boots. This is the subject I failed last year, but this year they have changed the assessment so significantly it does suggest that it wasn’t just me who thought the assignment last year was BS and did miserably at it. Oh well, no use having a whinge about it, I will just pass it this year and be done with it forever!

Home Again, Home Again: Well, I have perfect eyesight. It’s a touch disappointing for a number of reasons. 1) No cutie glasses for me,  2) I have become rusty at sewing and 3) I really am just a shit typer. Never mind, I suppose it’s good in that my pars won’t have to fork out for D’Spectacles and I won’t have something else to carry with me at all times and worry about squashing or losing it. Last time I had my eyes tested I got told I had astigmatism, turns out that was a lie and I have absolutely perfect eyes and eyesight.

I also have a pretty decent licence photo, I actually put on make up and did my hair to increase the likeihood of a good picture, but those Department of Transport camera always add at least 20 points of
ugly to any person, so you really never can tell. I was going to take a picture that shows my old licence picture. It’s really God awful compared to the new one, so I won’t. It’s a little bit "deer in the headlights" but I had literally just sat down and looked up when she clicked the camera. It’s not actually that pale in real life either (yay) but my pointy elf chin is still there and it will bother me forever that the neckline of my top wasn’t straight but at least I don’t look like a sea monster, just a bewildered girl with a cheesy grin!

Now I have to take some pictures of me pretending to tell a story with a prop for my assignment (why waste a face full of makeup and styled hair?). I am so thankful that the tens of thousands of dollars I pay in HECS debt is for worthwhile units that will contribute in a meaningful and valuable way to my future career. Fecking super!

Just allow me to get all hippy for a moment. Though really, if you’ve been reading me for any period of time you’d know I’m a dirty hippy anyways!

There has been lots of talk in the Blogosphere lately about visualization and self belief. I have always been a big believer that you create your own destiny, you know? Particularly lately with all the Buddhist stuff, if you live your life in the best way you can for your immediate situation and think and believe good things will happen, then they will come to you. If you believe that you are worthless and deserve bad things, chances are it will become a self fulfilling prophecy.

Lately I have been trying to convince myself of things. I have been doing it for a very long time, but it really wasn’t stuff that I wanted for myself. I was convinced that it is always my fault that relationships fail because I am useless at maintaining them, I am too tall, too fat, too ugly, too unlikeable and undeserving of anything good, I don’t deserve nice friends because I have nothing to offer, and you know, I was that person. Not because it was just the way I was, it was because I convinced myself I was that person so I was.

This year I have been quite dedicated to believe better things. I think Buddhism has a lot to do with it, that has probably been the only thing that has truly made a change in my thinking. I’m not a perfect Buddhist by any means, but I am committed to my practice, it won’t happen overnight but it will happen, and all of that. I have been incredibly conscious of not doing any sort of negative self talk anymore. I’m not the best looking person in the world, but I’m alright, I’m not the smartest person but I am fairly intelligent, and I am a nice person. I can finally say that with true conviction. I could cry because I am so happy that I finally believe I am a good person. I am a good friend, I think I am helpful and considerate and I can do all of those things and not be a sell out to the inner D’Jen.

On one hand I can’t quite believe that thinking this stuff has really lead to me truly believing it, but on the other hand it makes perfect sense and why wouldn’t it work, you know? Deb and I have talked a lot about The Secret, I have never watched it but I gather from our conversations that my way of thinking is pretty much the crux of the whole thing. I tried on the weekend to imagine a specific thing, to truly believe I would get something specific, just to see what would happen. On Saturday, I wanted an undercover park on a specific level of a specific parking area in the shopping center that we had lunch at. All morning, I just believed with unwavering certainty that it would be there, I could just drive right into it and park. I told Deb when we got to the shops and started to go up the levels in the parking area. It was pretty packed being a Saturday at lunch time, but I still believed it, it was going to be there. All the levels were pretty much full with cars circling for parks, I drove up to my level and there was a park waiting for me and I drove straight into it.

I’m not saying that if you believe there will be a vault of money in your next door room tomorrow morning that it will be there, but if you truly believe it with all your heart you just never know. And anyways, what harm is it going to do to believe it anyways? You are going to feel a little bit happier just imagining you have your own vault of money to play with, so that alone is pretty awesome. Maybe it won’t even happen like that, maybe you’ll score a job at a big bank and get to go in their vault but by doing that job maybe you’ll earn a really decent salary and one day you might build your own vault. I think it’s a bit easy to get caught up in the minor details and you forget to see the overarching awesome stuff that is happening.

I have always been certain I’ll win a prize home. Seeing as I no longer can afford to have to tickets charged to my credit card it’s slightly difficult to be convinced you’ll win one when you no longer buy tickets, so I am going to shelve that one for a moment and imagine a specific amount of money. I am going to make a cheque later this afternoon to put up on my wall and I’m going to imagine with absolute certainty that I have that amount of money from now on. Maybe it won’t happen, but maybe it will, imagining costs me nothing so I might as well do it.

You should all try it, even it it’s just a car park space, or a free coffee or a seat on the bus. Spend your whole day today convinced that it will happen. Imagine hopping on the bus, walking down the isle and sitting in your seat. Maybe it won’t work but it will be much more fun to think about than thinking " I am not going to get a seat on the bus again, God, why do I have to pay for a ticket it I don’t even get to sit down, I hate buses, why don’t I have someone who loves me enough to come to pick me up, etc". Let me know how it goes.

Must dash, I am very almost running late for coffee. I hate running late but I will make it on time, I am convinced of it

1. There is green grass
2. Lilah
3. It’s not humid
4. Freo
5. Chokeby Road
6. Sunlight at 8:30pm – "Can you believe it’s still light, I just can’t believe it?!"
7. Kakula Brother/Sister’s
8. Prosh
9. Rosendorffs – The lovely people who let me try on an obscene diamond ring
10. Bestie lives there – and all that stuff

My package arrived from Bestie today. Those of you playing at home might realize that I should, in fact, be sitting on the carpet of a dirty tute room being tortured this morning but I left really early this morning to get petrol and I got to uni at 7:12am after being pretty certain I couldn’t bare to go in. The thought of waiting 48 minutes for class really sealed the deal for me. I went to the car wash on the way home so it wasn’t a wasted trip and just after I got home the post man came and hand delivered the package to me as I happened to be on the front stairs handing something to D’Daddy. Perfect timing or what?

Lot’s of good things, Chokeby Road chocolates which were gone about 2 minutes after I opened the package. W.A chocolate has a distinct taste, I wouldn’t say it’s a good or a bad thing, it’s just different to QLD chocolate, very interesting (and yummy). I think I need to do more research into the various chocolate regions in Australia, maybe a wine and chocolate tour, who’s with me?! There was also a stain removing pen (exciting, from the US and much more potent than anything you can buy here apparently, I can’t wait to get messy!) a copy of The Cousins Fixation, the Prosh paper for this year (according to the website) and some other bits and pieces. God, mail is so exciting, huh? I’d love to be famous and get fan mail, I’d open it all myself, as if you’d want someone else to collect and open your mail for you, that’s just about the most exciting thing ever!

I have some eBay auctions ending today, I have made a fairly significant amount of money, much more than I expected from a couple of pairs of shoes and a couple of handbags. Provided all bidders pay up of course, I am going to be rather chuffed. I have fantastic luck selling on eBay, it’s very rare that I don’t sell something and a fair amount of the time I make a profit on stuff that I’ve sold, things you would imagine people would even want. I am so grateful though, I love eBay so I’m very pleased it’s a reciprocal relationship.

Expect a Crafty Snake update today or tomorrow. No new free stuff but there will be pictures. Having said that though, it’s coming up to the last days you can snag yourself a magazine bowl. Email me if you want one. I might go mess around with the Crafty Snake Template, it’s making me a bit sad at the moment with it’s plainness.

I love itunes! When I got my very first ipod like three ish years ago, I remember being wickedly disappointed because at the end of the day, it just played music. It took so long to upload all the music, figure out how to get it from my library and onto the actual ipod, and after all that hassle it seemed like a huge letdown. This time though I still had my itunes library from when I had my shuffle so I didn’t have to upload anything (at least not right away) and I have just added a couple of songs from the itunes store to my collection. The first time I bought "Help Yourself" Tom Jones and "Grace Kelly" Mika, the other day I bought "Africa" Toto and "More Than a Feeling" Boston. I love "Africa" so much! well, I like quite a bit of Toto actually. The Ex used to like Toto so I boycotted it for a very long time, purely because of that, but dammit I can like them too. I liked them pre-Ex so I can like them post-Ex, too.

I have done some more dancing and singing in bed (seriously, try it) and last night when one of the cats was sleeping with me and I was patting her, I "played" the guitar solo on her back ("played" because I have less than no clue about any chord on a guitar). I used to play "More Than a Feeling" in Guitar Hero on PS2, it was the one song I was really good at it. I don’t miss D’Brother living at home the slightest bit but I do miss Guitar Hero living here, why do they only make it for XBox360? Unfair!

Yesterday Deb and I had lunch with Amanda and Kate. I love meeting new bloggers, it’s fun to put faces to blogs and everyone is always super nice. We always end chatting for ages (and having coffee and cake). Amanda and I had the tallest cappuccinos I’ve ever seen but alas the foam was terrible so it wasn’t that exciting. I also had a glass of white wine with lunch that I chose myself and actually enjoyed! Bestie, are you proud?! I even think it’s wine you could bare to drink, how exciting! I was also over at Chermside yesterday morning, I hadn’t been since the new section has opened. I love Chermside but I guess it’s probably just because I don’t go there very often, they do have better shops over there, plus a Wagamama, so what’s not to like (aside from the fact it’s like 45 minutes from my house and all).

Today I am going to do a spot of sewing (or maybe it will just be a spot of cutting out?), either way I only have one day left of uni holidays and I would like to do something close to what I aimed to do over these holidays. I am going down to Spotlight today *salivate* to get a few more bits and pieces. I’m thinking I’d like a pair of really saggy PJ pants so maybe I will make some of them? Decisions, decisions.

Words can’t describe how much I am dreading uni tomorrow, I hate Monday mornings. Thankfully it’s only one week and then I get four more weeks off when everyone else does prac, so it could be worse, I suppose!

Pics of my hair are going to be put off for a day or two.

Yesterday I dyed my hair (almost black [it looks no different]), washed it twice myself, blow dried it twice and it was also washed twice at the salon, blow dried a couple of times and then flat ironed. I touched my hair this morning and it feels like someone has replaced the normally soft and easy going D’Hairs with a bale of crunchy, unhappy, dark brown straw. I attempted to straighten it and coerce it into going into it’s new style but I got the very distinct impression D’Hairs wanted to be left alone today, so I went with it. After my experience of pulling out handfuls of hair  in the shower (I’ll tell you more about that in a second) I am keen to give D’Hairs a bit of a breather, I even bought new special moisturizing shampoo and conditioner today so we keep on good terms.

So when I got my hair cut yesterday the girl did a pretty awesome job. I took a couple of pictures in as a reference because I am wickedly bad at explaining things and I think she appreciated having something to work from. I was also brave enough, for the very first time ever, to actually speak up during a haircut and ask for specific things. Though AKA Tognini’s have never done it to me, I’ve had a number of haircuts that I have paid for and the next day gone elsewhere to have them fixed up, I just hate to tell someone they’ve not done a nice job, particularly when that person may well be responsible for "fixing" the cut. I asked for my fish tail to be cut into the back of my hair and I also asked for my fringe to be chopped into on one side. The stylist even commented on how my D’Hairs seem extremely convinced to move to the right, maybe it’s not actually a cowlick but a mini revolution right on top of my head?

After she was done cutting she put some mud (a product, not actual mud, obviously) and styled it, after she styled it she continued to chop into it a bit which meant all the cut off hair was glued back down into the rest of D’Hairs. I came home and was going to photograph it for you guys but as I was re styling it all the bits I’d pull to try and get them back in place were coming away in my hands. I decided to jump in the shower to wash out all the extra little bits of hair and I was pulling out handfuls of it. It was kind of disturbing but they were all little bits and it didn’t feel like there was any less hair attached to my head. There was so much excess hair that it blocked the shower drain! So having already experienced what it would be like to have D’Hairs actually fall out because I’ve annoyed it so badly, that is why I am not going to force it into being styled today, I’ll just let it chill for a day.

I went into David Jones earlier today (only to make a payment for the store card, it was a non buying visit), how I love everything in there at the moment. And it’s all on sale! I love everything in Veronika Maine, most Saba and lots of other lovely stuff. I realized today when I actually bought a top from Suzanne Grae (don’t judge me, it’s cute!) that I have almost no really pretty clothes anything because almost everything I own will either end up being worn to Kindy one day or I’ll wear it to uni. Kindy is obviously the dying grounds for all nice clothes, it’s going to end up with paint, chalk, dust, tears, sand or worse mashed into it so things have to be extremely hardy in the wash or not too precious to begin with.

Even at uni though I either have to sit on the floor in it, or wear it while we use felt pens or paint, or go to a school (like I have to for one of my tutes) so it’s not even safe to wear pretty clothes there. I always look wistfully at the fashion students, they always look  so amazing and they get to wear all of their completely awesome clothes every single day. I suppose it’s a double edged sword, they must have to have lots of awesome clothes to keep up with everyone else, and it would take much longer to get ready when everyone else looks so good every day, so I suppose dressing like a bit of a bum has it’s advantages!

Don’t forget Dears, I am doing my bit for the blogging community and giving away free stuff. If you want a free magazine bowl, all you have to do is drop me an email with your address. I’m going to leave the offer open until Tuesday of next week to give those people who don’t read me every day *raises eyebrow* a chance to stake their claim, those who read me less than once a week, well, let’s hope they pick this next week at one of the times they do read

ETA: Emo Whine

Why is it that the first time in months that I have mail, packages in fact, in the postal system that is so slow to arrive at my house. I believe Bestie posted hers yesterday and it didn’t arrive today (clearly she did not express it, cheap ) and my other item was ordered on Friday and it still didn’t arrive today. If they don’t come tomorrow, there might be tears. If they don’t come by Friday, I may have to end it all, I can’t possibly wait a whole weekend. I love mail surpirses, it makes the whole semi unemployed/staying at home deal so much more exciting!!

Also, no idea why that section is underlined. For the life of me, I can’t get it to change, you might have to just live with it, sorry!

And that’s as much James Blunt as will ever feature on my blog, I hate him with the most fiery of passions, but that’s really a side issue for the moment.

The title relate to the fact that I am indeed chopping D’hairs in the very near future. I waited until an acceptable few minutes had past from the time the hairdressers had opened this morning (seven minutes, for the record) and cried like a sissy, begging them to take me in asked for their absolute next possible appointment, it’s soon but I am not naming times because I am paranoid someone will come and watch me have my haircut. I am looking forward to it so much and might actually cry with relief when a style emerges from the birds nest I wouldn’t want anyone who isn’t crucial to the haircutting process to witness that.

I took some pictures of the terrible state it was in this morning and I will take some more post chop so you can see how awesome my salon is. I have never had the girls who’s cutting me before, so I hope she is as good as everyone else I’ve had. I’m undecided whether to keep my mullety bit at the back or chop it into a fishtail like I’ve had previously. Now that I have no "formal" job and no prac for ages I think I might turn it up a few notches on the outlandish dial, we’ll see. I just finished dying my hair, I haven’t dried it yet so I don’t actually know what it looks like, so we will both be surprised, I guess!

On Sunday, I cooked something really yummy. I made a massive pot of veggie soup with carrots, potatoes, corn, squash, celery, turnip, pumpkin and a can of lentils. It’s so good! I used vege stock as well so make the watery bit a bit more flavorsome. I made up the recipe myself as well, and it still turned out good!In the morning on Sunday we went out for breakfast at a cafe and I had scrambled eggs on sourdough toast. I don’t recall ever having had sourdough before but it’s about my most favorite thing ever. The crust was so crunchy but the inside was still nice and fluffy, the best bread ever! My soup plus sourdough toast would be awesome.

Finally, I am doing a bit of a giveaway like the infamous CD give aways that have happened previously through a  couple of lovely girls. I am not smart enough to make mix CD’s so my give away is considerably less cool, but it’s unique, I’m pretty sure none of you would have a magazine bowl! Check out craftysnake for more information about the bowls, but if you want one email me and I will send one your way! Yay for free stuff!!

P.S I just called the doctor surgery to make an appointment to have my lady plumbing seen to. I’ve not been to this place before so the earliest they can fit me in is the 2nd May for the bargain price of $115 for a 30 minute appointment. *eyes drop out of head* I did some rough calculations, the practice is open for eight hours a day, on average, so if one doctor does appointments for seven hours it’s about $1600. there is thirteen doctors who work for the practice, according to the website. If six of those doctors work for seven hours a day that almost $10,000 a day they are earning. OMFG. I knew doctors raked it in (obviously) but that’s a whole lot of money. I don understand there is rent and fees and all the other bills associated with such work to come out of that money, but that’s a whole lot of income. I am so becoming a GP who works in lady plumbing! I seriously hope they can cure me in 30 minutes, it seems like such an obscene amount of money to spend on time which I can bet will be spent sitting and talking to a doctor across a table and then being referred onto a number of other specialists and having to come back later for more consultation.