Got my life back at 12:15.

This morning I woke up and I thought I was dying. At least 95% dead. My vision was all blurry, my muscles ached and I had the worst headache ever. I rolled over to look at my clock, which is actually just a pocket-watch hanging off a naked barbie, and it said I had been asleep for at least 11 hours. What the heck. I thought that maybe I was feeling bad because my room was so dark, like how flowers shrivel up at night but come out in the sun. I don't know why I thought this, but in my delirious state it seemed like a perfectly logical explanation. I rolled out of bed onto the mammoth pile of clothes and books on my floor, and pretty much crawled outside onto the lounge chair. I felt like Bear Grylls in the Sahara, dragging my dehydrated carcass across the bricks and out into the sun. I collapsed onto the chair, and as I lay there I realised how much of a bad idea it was. The sun was so hot I thought I was on fire. My head throbbed and I could feel my pasty vampire skin burning on the spot. I closed my eyes trying to block out all the feeling in the hope that I wouldn't have to move anymore.
I lay there for about 20 minutes just willing myself to feel better, and gathering the strength to get me to the kitchen.
A good half hour later, I staggered into the house, bracing myself on the kitchen bench. I gathered together an assortment of about 10 pills from Mum's health corner of the pantry, and washed them down with a good strong coffee. This got me as far as the couch where I collapsed face first into the cushions and fell asleep again. Again! What the hell? I lay there wanting to die, wondering how in the world I am going to cope in Vietnam with our days packed with actual things apart from slow and painful death. But as I was walking through the house, at 12:15, all of a sudden I felt fine, I felt fucking great! I was on top of the world, and out of nowhere I launch into this crazy planning and cleaning spree. I cleaned the bathrooms, picked up all of the crap off my floor, washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen, heck-I even scrubbed the bloody toilets. I was in the mood for planning, oh! What a day to make plans, grand plans! Grander! Bigger! Im going to cook a three course meal for dinner that involves some sort of flambe, I'm going to become an artist and sell my paintings, I'm going to learn guitar, and piano, and I'm going to get fit, so fit, look at my brand new training program! Oh I love planning, I plan everything. I plan my day, plan my week.I make lists, oh the lists! So many lists, lists of what to take overseas, lists of what I eat, what movies I'm going to see, things that I want to do before I die. When I'm in these moods I am the queen of lists.I love them, even though I know that most of the things I'm planning wont even happen ever. But I enjoy making them.
I have been having weird dreams about animals lately. No, nothing like that. I mean, the other night I had a dream that I was being eaten alive by wolves in a swimming pool, and then there was that one about being chased by a family of snakes, and then last night I dreamt that I was rescuing a puppy from this gigantic swing made out of logs. HA! I wonder what I will dream about tonight. I wish you could chose what to dream about. They always feel so real! Once I had a dream that Justin Timberlake invited me back to his place and started trying to make out with me and I was like "Ew um, I'm 14 and you probably have a billion diseases." I thought I was being completely logical in a not-so-weird situation but then I woke up and realised what I was dreaming about and freaked myself OUT! Haha. Anyway, I'll tell you what I dream about :D

Formspring answers,

Whoever you are, you made my day. I've decided that formspring is not just for cyber-bullying. Haha.

I hope these shoes are waterproof.

I hate people who drink milk out of the bottle. I can't stand it. They're the type people who go through the '12 items or less' checkout with 18 things, or the people who always seem to text you when you're right in that moment before you fall asleep and scare the shit out of you. Well, dear people, today I have become one of you.  That's right. I drank from the carton. I've done it before, when I was little, but it was always a sneaky, half a second gulp before I put it away. Today I opened the fridge, grabbed the milk, had a few sips and put it right back. I didn't even use it for anything, just drank it. As soon as I did it I felt myself morph into one of them. *Dark, ominous sounding music* Those leave-20-tops-on-the-fitting-room-floor, not-covering-the-food-when-it-goes-in-the-microwave people. And it felt good. It's sad to say that drinking milk from the bottle counts as one of the baddest things I do on your average day. And it was soy milk, so it's not like anyone else is going to drink it anyway. I have decided however, that I have had such a good karma, pay it forward, smile with your heart day that I am entitled to at least a little horrible slob behaviour.

This morning I got up at 6:30. Which is pretty frecking early when you're currently me. Which doesn't really make sense because you're not me, and most likely will never be, but if you're anything like the current me then you get the picture. Oh my god that's so not even relevant to the story, I'm lost. Okay. ANYWAY, I'm kind of glad that my alarm went off at that particular time, because it conveniently interrupted an insanely vivid dream in which I was being chased by a family of snakes. Not kidding, a whole family. Probably something to do with the fact that I was thinking about the next Harry Potter movie, for which I had seen the trailer the night before (Super excited about it, btw.) which, obviously, contains snakes. Well, one snake. But yeah. So the reason I was up so early was so that I could go to help out one of mum's friends in this cafe she owns. She is super sweet, and is short staffed at the moment, so I offered to give her a hand before I went to my body balance class. I spent the morning chopping veggies and peeling avocados, as well as labeling all sorts of amazing foods. Kind of harsh to have to write it all out and not get to eat any of it :( Ah, and so goes the pain of my terrible life. Haha. I did it for free because I was going to be in Alstonville anyway, and I felt like doing something nice.

At 9:30 I went to what I had been told was a 'body balance' class, but which turned out to be a yoga/tai chi/meditation session. The full hippy experience was on offer today! So off I went, to this little place called "Happy Mountain" -yes, the name does give it away, to any clear thinking individual-which I obviously am not. As soon as I step into Happy mountain I am hit in the face with a cloud of incense so strong I almost fall over. I move up the stairs cautiously, pushing my way through the smokey vapours, like tarzan pushing aside vines and what not in the jungle-or so I imagine he would do so. I go past candles and little arrangements that I have no idea are actually legitimate shrines, I just assume that someone ran out of space for buddhas and leaves upstairs... When I get up there, there is the sweetest, most welcoming, light aura omitting hippy woman there to greet me and welcome me into this strange and wonderful place. She's decked out completely, checking all the boxes with her burgandy hair tied loosely underneath a pink and silver scarf, her shoulders draped with a dark shawl, loose yoga pants, bare feet, nose piercing and beautiful smile. She stands at the front of the class, her hands pressed together at her chest, welcoming us into this 'sanctuary of peace and light.' Her voice is like honey; soothing, sweet and calming. She instructs us to bow to our 'inner light.' And so the fun begins.
We do an interesting combination of different stretches, strength excercises and breathing/meditation. It is all very relaxing and peaceful. Except I have to stop myself from laughing a few times. There is this one pose, called "observing the clouds," which looks exactly as it sounds. You stand with your feet wide apart, hands on hips, and turn your shoulders to the side, leaning back as if you're looking at the sky. A whole room full of people doing this looks absolutely ridiculous. Especially when the roof is low.

Another of my favourites is the oh-so-dignified "Himalayan pose," which goes a lil' somethin' like this...

Achieved.

After my enlightening visit to Happy Mountain, I went back up to the shop and put in another 3 hours of decent work. I found myself actually making the food, as well as taking orders and serving coffee. By God I make some mean thai fish cakes. Haha. It was a pretty fun day, and I don't really mind working for free, especially since they were all so nice. I think I am doing it all again tomorrow, with an even earlier start. Plus today I sent out a few more lovely notes in the mail. Oh oh! I almost forgot. Yesterday a lady called me to say I had somehow acquired a free hair, make-up and photo shoot session worth $450 for free as part of some promotion thing I can vaguely remember signing up for online. Unfortunately for me, it happens in Sydney so I couldn't afford to go. But luckily for Kate and Shannyn, who do live in Sydney, they are now participating on my behalf, and I can't wait to see the photos :) All this goodness is making me feel like Jesus, I'll be walking on water next week. Maybe not. At any rate, I'll be able to get away with leaving the trolley in the middle of the car-park at Coles! As for right now, I'm off to eat some peanut butter out of the tub. Peace :)

lookbook.

So I finally got around that damn "Error 503" that has been haunting me forEVER and uploaded a new look. I know, go and sigh about how superficial and vain it is etc etc. But we both know that now you have lookbook on the brain you're going to spend the next 3 hours (at least!) trawling pages and pages of looks, taking notes about what you absolutely must buy next time you go shopping. Which is going to be tomorrow. Haha. It's a curse isn't it? I never get any decent hypes, but I like posting it all the same. Click the button if you like it :)

How does this even happen?

The Prize Doesn’t Always Go To The Most Deserving

Irena Sendler1910-2008

A 98 year-old German woman named Irena Sendler recently died. During WWII, Irena worked in the Warsaw Ghetto as a plumbing/sewer specialist. Irena smuggled Jewish children out; infants in the bottom of the tool box she carried and older children in a burlap sack she carried in the back of her truck. She also had a dog in the back that she trained to bark when the Nazi soldiers let her in and out of the ghetto. The soldiers wanted nothing to do with the dog, and the barking covered the kids’ and infants’ noises. Irena managed to smuggle out and save 2500 children. She eventually was caught, and the Nazis broke both her legs, arms and beat her severely. Irena kept a record of the names of all the kids she smuggled out and kept them in a glass jar buried under a tree in her backyard. After the war, she tried to locate any parents that may have survived and reunited some of the families. Most had been killed. She helped those children get placement into foster family homes or adopted.

Last year Irena was up for the Nobel Peace Prize. She was not selected. Al Gore won - for a slide show on Global Warming.

I'm sorry, but fuck that.