Friday, December 31, 2010

A New New Year's outlook

I have always been very superstitious about New Years. For as long as can remember, I have believed that however I am feeling as the clock strikes 12, is how the rest of my year is going to be. And for the most part, it has worked out that way.

But I'm starting to wonder if maybe it has all been a self-fulfilling prophecy. Maybe the 'not so great' years I have had, have been mostly my own doing. It's more than likely.

Take New Years 2006 for example. I was in a very busy club (what was I thinking?!) having a very miserable time. As the clock struck 12, just as I had realised that I had managed to lose my friends and would be bringing in the New Year alone, a very drunk individual managed to pour his entire glass of wine down my back. And that was it. I decided then and there that my year was going to terrible. No matter what. And the year did turn out to be pretty ordinary. All because I was expecting it to be.

I ruined an entire year because someone spilt their drink down my back one night.

It is the same with New Year's Resolutions. Every year I have decided to change something about myself, then felt like a failure when that bad habit does not automatically disappear on January 1st. I have never met anyone who has actually kept to their New Year's Resolution. Seriously, whoever came up with the idea wasn't thinking clearly. We are expected to come up with a meaningful, manageable resolution New Years Eve when we're more likely than not to be quite intoxicated, then start it the next day when we are feeling the effects of said intoxication.

Not a good idea at all. Shame on the founder of New Year's Resolutions.

So I have no resolutions this New Year. The only thing I am going to do is try and enjoy the night. And if I don't, I'm going to remind myself that it's not the end of the world, nor an indicator of the coming year, cry a little bit inside and then move on.

I think it's high time I started shaking off some of my old superstitions and taking each day as it comes.

Ahh the benefits of growing up.

ps. what do you lovely people have planned for bringing in the New Year?

Friday, December 24, 2010

Christmas Eve has come at last

It is officially Christmas Eve. My life is now officially complete once again.

I mean, I love life and all..but usually it just feels like I'm killing time until Christmas rolls around once more.* I love Christmas. In case I have not mentioned that before. Love it. So much in fact that if it had proposed to me at the same time Joel did...I may have chosen Christmas. Sorry buddy. Nothing personal.

I was not in such high spirits this morning. Why, you ask? Because *drum roll* was a cloudy day. This may not mean anything to you, but due to the fact that Canberra has been in a severe drought for the last 10 years, Christmas Eve has always been lovely and sunny. We sit outside, wear summer dresses (this is optional for the guys), soak up the sunshine, and eat until we feel sick. THAT is Christmas Eve. Christmas Eve does NOT involve carrying an umbrella, sitting inside and wearing a jacket.


And I was angry. God I was angry. The world had turned it's back on me.

I was all ready to get my anger out 'road-rage' style (because I am a young awkward looking girl who keeps to the speed limit and still has her P-Plates on - not because I'm on my P's but because I'm too lazy to take them off; people think it's ok to tail-gate me and cut in front of me. Then I get to beep the horn and yell. It's a good system).

But today people were exceptionally polite. It may have been because it's Christmas Eve. Or it may have been because inside my car was presents, a Santa Hat, and a 22 year old woman in Christmas earrings muttering angrily to herself and glaring at everyone. You don't mess with that.

But as you can see, my mood has changed for the better. Because all of the things I love about Christmas are still there, regardless of the weather. Which should have been obvious in the first place. But have I mentioned an aversion to change?

As the day went on, I saw that people were smiling more, were more cheerful than usual. Everything seemed just that little bit sweeter.

I love how the Christmas spirit seems to get in everyone, even the oldest and most disheartened of us. I love how people wish each other well, and genuinely mean it, which is something that can't be said about any other time of the year.

I love the time spent with family, and the silly little traditions.

I love the food, and the gorgeous sparkly decorations. I love driving around looking at Christmas lights. I even love tacky Christmas music. Not for the music itself. But because it reminds me of the feeling of Christmas.

Mostly I love how the whole country comes together and indulges in this silly festival with all it's heart. We buy the trees and snowmen decorations, even though it's (usually) 30 degrees celsius. Most of what we do doesn't make any sense whatsoever.

But THAT is what so magical about it. We all become kids again. And we do these silly little things simply to make ourselves and the people around us smile. We don't gain anything but a little bit of happiness. Which to me is worth all the money in the world.

LASTLY (I do so love to save the best for last): I love our REAL Christmas Tree. When I was little we always used to have a real tree. Until my 7th Christmas. I will always remember the day when my parents brought home a fake Christmas tree. Coincidentally, that was also the day a small part of me died. From that moment on, I vowed that the first Christmas I had out of home I would have a real Christmas tree. And after a large amount of bargaining and threatening, I got one. And it is wonderful. The smell of pine fills the whole house. And the 7 year me is as happy as any 7 year old can be.

It is all of these reasons, and so many more, that make Christmas the very best time of the year.

ps. My cats have nothing to do with the post. But they do look rather sweet, right?

*this may be an exaggeration. But exaggeration is what makes life so interesting!

Thursday, December 23, 2010

A Wednesday quote fit for a Thursday

I want a guy who will send me flowers just because it's Wednesday

-From Juwanna Mann (haven't seen this movie..not really my thing. But I just love this quote)

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Thursday, December 16, 2010

A Conversation Killer

In case I haven't made it clear...I'm rather socially awkward. Not that I have trouble talking, but most of the time I tend to ramble and put my foot in my mouth. Well, every time.

In an effort to maintain at least the appearance of normality when I meet strangers, I have started to watch what I say. And it's getting increasingly difficult if the person I am meeting is as awkward as me. Socially acceptable conversation starters are not my specialty. My old method used to be to fire questions at somebody I had just met until I found something we both liked, or had the same view on. Or if we had differing views, then we would at least have something to enthusiastically argue about.

However, at Joel's work party I really did want to make a good impression. Mostly because I've made such a bad impression at the last few. Note: do not drink as much as you can as quickly as possible to calm the nerves. Particularly when the drinks are free.

It was all going fine...until: Joel left me with someone as awkward as me.

And I had nothing to say.

I don't mean that I had nothing interesting to say.

I mean I had nothing to say AT ALL. Complete mind blank. I was desperately racking my brain for even just a coherent sentence. I stood there getting more nervous thinking 'what do people say to each other when they have nothing in common?'. Then it hit me.

The weather.

I could talk about the weather! It's non-offensive, I couldn't possibly say anything that in some way insulted his long-dead great great great grandmother or his cat, and hey, it's something in common right?

So I opened my mouth to say 'it's getting quite hot lately'.

..but I couldn't do it. I didn't care about the weather, and I'm sure he didn't either. And why would I talk about something both parties had no interest in. When did it come to this? When did I become so dull that the ONLY thing I could think to talk about was the weather.

I just couldn't subject either of us to a pointless, dull conversation that would probably make things even more awkward.

So I said the first thing that came to my head. Instead of 'it's getting quite hot lately', I ended up saying 'I'm completely socially awkward and can't think of anything to say right now. I seriously have nothing to say.'

And it felt so good to be completely honest. Unbelievably good. I didn't have to force conversation. I didn't have to talk about the weather. I could just be myself. And myself had absolutely nothing to say right then.

Why has society forced us to feel that we always have to say something, no matter how dull or irrelevant it is? Why can't we just stand there in awkward silence and stare at a wall together? (which is what happened straight after he awkwardly laughed at me).

So from now on, I will always choose awkward silence over weather conversations. Just pray that you are never the person standing next to me when I run out of things to say.

Thursday, December 9, 2010


So, these are the shops near where I live. Queanbeyan is officially flooded!

*sigh* so much for warm summer days.

Floods are pretty cool too though, I'm not going to lie.

I think now would be the time to test the reliability of my brother's blow up raft, yes?

ps. photo by Graham Gall!/graham.gall

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Procrastination is an art form

Well, I am officially back. Holidays have started, uni is over for another two months, I am free, free, free.

However, I just HAD to share an important life lesson with you all before I start blogging about the wonders of the holiday season (which will probably be my only focus throughout December. I love Christmas/everything Christmas related. Love. It.)

Well, as I was 'studying' for my language ed exam, I decided to quickly check to see if my Maths marks had come back. They had not. But I did stumble across a forum post from a fellow student. This student had uploaded not 1, but 2 helpful maths studies that will assist us in our studies and future teaching. She called this 'procrastination'.

This was not procrastination. This was making efficient use of time while having a break from studying.


All I could think was 'That poor poor girl. Obviously no one has ever shown her the way. And now it's too late. The path to true procrastination will be forever closed to her.'

And I just couldn't bare the thought of another person out there suffering the same fate. So I complied a 5-step guide to procrastination for you. Because I care.

5-Easy Steps to Procrastination:

As I mentioned above, making efficient use of your time is not procrastinating. Ever. No ifs or buts. That is why it is rule number one. Studying for another subject does not count as procrastination. Being able to tell me the life cycle of a bee (as long as you're not doing science) does. Procrastination friendly sites are: facebook, wiki, failblog, lamebook, lolcats, google searching your own name and fml. Anything else will need prior approval from me.
Note: If you are reading this while studying for an exam, I applaud you. Procrastinating by reading about procrastinating? Gold star!

Wasting an hour while trying to study does not count as procrastinating. It is a short, well deserved break. Until you have sat in front of your computer for 10 hours, at the end of which you realise that you have not written more than 1 sentence (in fact, you have no idea what you actually did in that time), well that is when you know you have become a true procrastinator.

Why? Because you shouldn't have even started your assignment/exam until that time. Thinking about your assignment weeks in advance and counting that as study is acceptable, provided you don't actually put pen to paper (or fingers to a keyboard)

If you are a chilled out person who just likes to get things down at the last minute because 'hey man, that's how I work best', then you are not, and never will be, a procrastinator. You may meet all other requirements, but if you don't have a sense of unease that slowly morphs into a panic attack when you realise you only have an hour left, then sorry buddy. Go take your chilled out competent self elsewhere.

You should ALWAYS procrastinate until the last possible second. In the case of assignments: you are allowed to get them in on time, provided you almost miss the bus/suffer an impressive case of road rage, then have to sprint the last 100 meters (preferably past the teacher as they are walking to pick up the assignments). In the case of exams: If you do not experience a sinking feeling as you look through your exam paper- then you failed at procrastinating. Sorry. Better luck next time.

I hope this guide serves you well during your remaining years as a student. Good luck my fellow procrastinators and make me proud!