Loose Ends

I've recently recieved a couple of complaints from you perfectionist bastards that I never updated on how a few things went that I'd previously mentioned. So here goes.

Catwalk Debut. Put simply, I think I'll stick to acting; in the words of Emma Thompson, "Looking pretty is far too much effort".

NaNoWriMo. And the winner is..... Not me. 4,106 out of 50,000 words doesn't even really qualify. But I gave it a shot, and I'm still writing. Was a lot of fun and I encourage you all to give it a shot next year.

Colonel Brandon. Delicious as always, what more can I say?

Santa's Miracle Arrives 1 Yr Behind Schedule...

Last Christmas, I searched and searched, paid for friend finding sites, and pulled half my hair out, trying to find an old friend of mum's, to surprise her for Christmas. Mum's friend, Sharyn, moved to Canada 15 years ago, and although they stayed in contact for quite some time, with moving around and new phone numbers they unfortunately lost contact some years ago.

Anyway, this morning, I glanced at the flashing red light on the answering machine (which had been flashing for a few days), wishing it would go away, when I finally gave in and hit play. Who's Aussie/Canadian accent should ring out but Miss Sharyn herself! She's in Australia, visiting for a reunion in Newcastle, and was hoping to get in contact with my mother. Santa, you're the man!

I can't wait to surprise Mum, she's going to be over the moon!

Update: Called Sharyn, it's all organised! On Tuesday I will be driving Mum down there, and she has no idea what's going on. Won't tell her until we get there. How exciting!
Stay tuned, will let you all know how it goes.

That's Confidence!

Tomorrow's the big modelling debut! Somehow not nervous but definately disgusted at myself, as I spent most of the day in front of the mirror, criticising my worst points. Slightly more pathetic, I just wasted two whole hours which could have been used to make sure everything is ready for tomorrow, instead browsing the internet trying to find a celeb who looks as bad as me in a bikini, failing miserably and allowing myself a few moments to daydream about calling my agent and cancelling. Alas, I settled for pacing the house muttering "Doom. I'm doomed." over and over again.

Thankyou to the kind well-wishers who have sent lovely inspirational messages. Special thanks to Jo, who made my day with her beautiful sentiments, and Liam, whom without I would not have had this opportunity.

Stay safe folks, Ciao!


Total words for NaNoWriMo so far: 3,188 (And getting lazier by the minute.)

NaNoWriMo

Today is the first day of National Novel Writing Month, where you can challenge yourself to write a 50,000 page novel in just 30 days! To sign up, head over to the NaNoWriMo website, where you can meet others taking up the challenge, and share excerpts of you story as you write.

Twisted Nostalgia

Finally got some exercise today. I'd forgotten the blissful comfort of trainers compared to the high personal cost of the painful (yet effortlessly chic) stilletto.



As I ran the first hundred metres (before collapsing onto a fence post), I was vividly reminded of 8th grade gym class, during a lesson that suggested we run around the school breathing through a straw to see what it felt like to breathe through smoker's lungs. Of course, after the lesson, we all rolled our eyes then snuck behind the bike shed for a quick fag. Ahh, if only we had listened.



Nevertheless, I gathered myself up and completed my twenty minute run, then spent the following ten minutes doing squats and rolling around on the grass with Sara, my dog.



Phew! Think I'll go shower & get into bed to watch Sense & Sensibility. Mmm.. Colonel Brandon.

Shake, Rattle and Roll

I had to slip into Centerlink today to pick up a form, but was running late for the doctors, and in quite the rush. When I got in there, the line ahead of me was at least 4 people long, and there was nobody at the reception desk. Frustrated, I slipped over to one of the desks, where a woman was sat sipping diet coke and cleaning her nails. The conversation went down as follows:

Me: Excuse me, I'm sure you're very busy but...

Woman: Absolutely swamped actually..

Me: Yes well, I'm running late, so I was just wondering if I could pick up a TDR form please?

Woman: Just give me a moment [picks at her nails for a furthur 30 seconds, takes a swig of diet coke] Okay..

She then proceeded to hand me the form then hurry back to her desk for some furthur "busywork".

I made it to the doctors, and am now on a lovely new cocktail of pills. Pretty soon we won't need music at parties. Whenever someone feels like dancing, one of my friends will only have to pick me up and shake me to the appropriate beat.

I Do Believe In Fairies

In-depth discussion with five-year-old, Brock, after watching the film "Peter Pan":

Brock: Why doesn't Peter Pan want to grow up?

Myself: He wants to stay a child forever, so he can play all the time, and not have to worry about any of the things grown-ups do, like working, bills, and housework.

Brock: What I don't like about being a kid is, when you're playing, you get interupted.

In other news, I have survived day one of the relative invasion, with only a few small cuts and bruises. The only issue we’ve really had was the grandfather who was so drunk he fell on his backside and swore we'd just experienced an earthquake.

"God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, to change the things I cannot accept, and the wisdom to know where to hide the bodies of the relatives I had to kill today because they pissed me off."