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."

The Six Year Old Medical Expert

I've been minding the terrible twosome alot more lately. Last night I had the pleasure of also looking after the 6 year old daughter of the other inhabitant of the house. She's cute, she's funny, she's a know-all - a very normal 6 year old. However, I have a feeling she may be gifted. Her knowledge of tropical diseases, bugs, and infections could rival anyone's. In other words, she's a major hypochondriac. During the course of the night she somehow managed to have gastroenteritis, 'car-sickness' and a range of other unlikely-to-happen-while-you're-sleeping conditions. She also used the "but my mummy does this..." and "but my mummy does that..." to try and get her own way. In the end I turned around and said as calmly as I could, "Well sunshine, I'm sorry, but I'm not your mummy, we're playing by MY rules tonight!" Her sickly sweet persona wore off fast after that.

In other news, I know I've been sooo lazy with this blog, and I should be shot. I like to wait til something important or interesting happens so I don't fall into the trap of "Last night I watched [insert really crappy movie title here] for the 75th time, the end."

Stay safe, Adios!

1am Noise Complaint

Yes, I am aware that you do not want to read whiny complaint blog-posts. But it's 1am and I have nothing better to do.
To set the scene, I live on a farm. The neighbours, (approx. 1km away), are having a party of some sort. Yes, yes lovely, good on them for having a social life.. However, does the music have to be SO LOUD that it is keeping me awake? For goodness sake, a whole freakin' KILOMETRE! Might I add, I'm half deaf - and they will be too by the time this party finishes!

Enough whinging, I'll be off. Til next time.. Ciao!