Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
I want to start sending mail, and receiving mail. But I have no one to send mail to :( I just love the whole process of writing a letter, and decorating it, addressing the envelope, maybe popping in a little something extra like a recipe or a drawing or a lollie, buying the stamp and then sending it off. And then the excitement that comes with getting a letter, and opening it and reading it and wanting to write back straight away! I hate the fact that email, texting, msn, and social networking sites have stopped the need to write people letters. And even though a lot of my friends say 'send me a letter! I love mail!', they already know me, so what would we talk about? I want someone who does not know every single thing about me, does not know where I live, does not know the climate, so I can describe a cold winter's morning in my home in Australia. My friends here would not appreciate a description of a typical Christmas day here in Australia in the middle of Summer, because it's all so ordinary to them. I want to read about people's lives that I am not a part of.
How do you get a pen-pal in another country? Can someone please tell me?
Saturday, September 19, 2009
So a lot of girls think about their weddings, or their big houses with a family and a dog, or maybe a cat. I have never thought about my wedding, I never want to have a house, and at the moment I want to meet someone, but I have no desire to get married in the future.
My dream is a small apartment in a big city. I like cold weather, and I want a balcony that me and a friend can sit out on and drink red wine. Recently a form was filled out on Facebook by a number of my friends. It was "Name your Top 5 dream house requirements" or something. And all of my friends had 'pool', 'walk in wardrobe', 'tennis court', 'bar', all those luxuries, and they sounded lovely, but I realized how different my dream is.
I was on iheartit.com and I found all the things that I want in my dream home.
1. I want a small apartment, but it'll be lush. I've always wanted moulded, high ceilings like this, intricate features in the plastering:
2. I want a room for my books, no matter how small the room, I want a library. Even if I have to sacrifice the guest bedroom. My guests can sleep on the couch. This room is for my precious books.
3. I don't want a wardrobe. I want a metal bar down one whole wall, so I can hang up all my clothes. And I'll have three small baskets for my undies, socks, and other things. And then I'll line up all my shoes underneath. A little something like the top half of this:
4. I want a fireplace. Enough said. Lol. Maybe a bit warmer an cozier looking than this one though.
5. I want one wall in my apartment like this:
I have a wall like this in my bedroom now, but with normal photos not polaroids.
6. I need a balcony. Just a small one, one that will fit an outdoor chair for two and a little table. I want to be able to sit out there every night doing work or winding down, having a glass of wine, looking at the city lights. Something like this:
7. I want to paint at least one wall a deep red.
8. I want a lot of candles.
9. I want one wall to be covered in different sizes and colours of draws. I've been trying to find a picture that describes what I'm imagining but I can't. But just imagine draws, right from the floor to the ceiling, different shapes, colours, sizes materials, textures. Some with wrought iron handles, some pink with flowers, wooden with intricate carvings, some covered in glitter, some with labels, some with locks some with pictures on the front, and the most precious things would go in the top draws up near the ceiling out of reach. And I'd have a ladder to climb up to get to the top ones.
10. I'd need an oven so I could bake :)
And even if I became super rich I would never buy a house, or a place bigger, not that there is anything wrong with wanting a mansion or a house, I've seen some amazing, beautiful ones, but it's just not my personality. If I became wealthy I'd buy another small apartment in New York, or Paris, or Melbourne, Greece, or Italy, or somewhere like this:
I hope you like my choppy version of my dream home. What are yours? I'd love to know. Explain in a comment? Maybe the Top 10 or 5 things you'd love in your dream home. Describe it to me :) I'd love to know. xx
My dream is a small apartment in a big city. I like cold weather, and I want a balcony that me and a friend can sit out on and drink red wine. Recently a form was filled out on Facebook by a number of my friends. It was "Name your Top 5 dream house requirements" or something. And all of my friends had 'pool', 'walk in wardrobe', 'tennis court', 'bar', all those luxuries, and they sounded lovely, but I realized how different my dream is.
I was on iheartit.com and I found all the things that I want in my dream home.
1. I want a small apartment, but it'll be lush. I've always wanted moulded, high ceilings like this, intricate features in the plastering:
2. I want a room for my books, no matter how small the room, I want a library. Even if I have to sacrifice the guest bedroom. My guests can sleep on the couch. This room is for my precious books.
3. I don't want a wardrobe. I want a metal bar down one whole wall, so I can hang up all my clothes. And I'll have three small baskets for my undies, socks, and other things. And then I'll line up all my shoes underneath. A little something like the top half of this:
4. I want a fireplace. Enough said. Lol. Maybe a bit warmer an cozier looking than this one though.
5. I want one wall in my apartment like this:
I have a wall like this in my bedroom now, but with normal photos not polaroids.
6. I need a balcony. Just a small one, one that will fit an outdoor chair for two and a little table. I want to be able to sit out there every night doing work or winding down, having a glass of wine, looking at the city lights. Something like this:
7. I want to paint at least one wall a deep red.
8. I want a lot of candles.
9. I want one wall to be covered in different sizes and colours of draws. I've been trying to find a picture that describes what I'm imagining but I can't. But just imagine draws, right from the floor to the ceiling, different shapes, colours, sizes materials, textures. Some with wrought iron handles, some pink with flowers, wooden with intricate carvings, some covered in glitter, some with labels, some with locks some with pictures on the front, and the most precious things would go in the top draws up near the ceiling out of reach. And I'd have a ladder to climb up to get to the top ones.
10. I'd need an oven so I could bake :)
And even if I became super rich I would never buy a house, or a place bigger, not that there is anything wrong with wanting a mansion or a house, I've seen some amazing, beautiful ones, but it's just not my personality. If I became wealthy I'd buy another small apartment in New York, or Paris, or Melbourne, Greece, or Italy, or somewhere like this:
I hope you like my choppy version of my dream home. What are yours? I'd love to know. Explain in a comment? Maybe the Top 10 or 5 things you'd love in your dream home. Describe it to me :) I'd love to know. xx
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Reason for my lack of posting.
Hey guys, just a little note to fill you in.
My computer for some reason is not letting me log into my blogger account. So the only times I can post at the moment is when I'm at other people's houses.
Not sure why this is happening but hopefully it'll be fixed up soon.
Thanks to the new people following me! It means a lot.
And thank you so much to those who have commented my posts :)
Anyway even though this inconvenience is annoying, I've still be collecting hundreds of things to post and rant about, so when this all gets fixed up there will be a LOT of new things on here. I'm excited!
Nothing much has happened, but I got my university forms today and hopefully I'll be attending Griffith University in March next year. And as soon as I can save up enough money and secure a stable job I'll be moving closer to the Uni. So I am now saving! It's going to be hard. I'm terrible with money. Wish me luck!
I'll be studying Psychology courses. Two of them. Because I fucked up high school and got bad marks I have to start from the bottom and work my way up into my desired Psychology class, which is a Bachelor of Psych. So I have to do two courses for 6 months, then I'll qualify for a Psychology and Science course, which I have to do for 2 semesters, which will then allow me to transfer into my Bachelor of Psych class. So I am paying the price for my lack of enthusiasm in high school. I just didn't care about Food Tech or PDH.
But now things seem like they are getting back on track :)
Now the saving begins. Ugh.
But before I start, I'm off to get some art supplies. My last splurge before starting to save. (OK so it probably won't but I'll try!)
Thanks for following, and reading my blog, and hopefully it'll be back up and running soon.
Bridge xx
My computer for some reason is not letting me log into my blogger account. So the only times I can post at the moment is when I'm at other people's houses.
Not sure why this is happening but hopefully it'll be fixed up soon.
Thanks to the new people following me! It means a lot.
And thank you so much to those who have commented my posts :)
Anyway even though this inconvenience is annoying, I've still be collecting hundreds of things to post and rant about, so when this all gets fixed up there will be a LOT of new things on here. I'm excited!
Nothing much has happened, but I got my university forms today and hopefully I'll be attending Griffith University in March next year. And as soon as I can save up enough money and secure a stable job I'll be moving closer to the Uni. So I am now saving! It's going to be hard. I'm terrible with money. Wish me luck!
I'll be studying Psychology courses. Two of them. Because I fucked up high school and got bad marks I have to start from the bottom and work my way up into my desired Psychology class, which is a Bachelor of Psych. So I have to do two courses for 6 months, then I'll qualify for a Psychology and Science course, which I have to do for 2 semesters, which will then allow me to transfer into my Bachelor of Psych class. So I am paying the price for my lack of enthusiasm in high school. I just didn't care about Food Tech or PDH.
But now things seem like they are getting back on track :)
Now the saving begins. Ugh.
But before I start, I'm off to get some art supplies. My last splurge before starting to save. (OK so it probably won't but I'll try!)
Thanks for following, and reading my blog, and hopefully it'll be back up and running soon.
Bridge xx
Saturday, August 22, 2009
You know what I miss?
I miss the flirty games people played in high school.
I miss having a crush on someone and getting butterflies when I saw them or even going to the canteen because the opportunity was there that I just might see them.
There was one boy in particular. And I miss the complete happiness I felt when he hugged me or sat next to me on the bus. Or even a simple text from him complaining about school.
I miss knowing he was staring at me, and deliberately not catching his eye so he could keep on staring.
I miss the flirty jokes we'd tell each other and the stories about our pretend passionate love affair that I secretly wished was real.
I miss getting ready for school and taking time on my appearance, knowing deep down it was for him. The butterflies I'd get every morning when I'd get off the school bus and he'd be there to give me a good morning hug, and in the afternoons when he'd give me a hug goodbye.
The worst times were when I had to let go of him every afternoon, and I even miss that. I miss putting my head into his neck and feeling his arms around me and thinking how wonderful he smelt.
I miss his cheeky, mischievous smile and the way he didn't even pretend like he wasn't looking when I caught him. He was shameless, so confident.
I didn't know of anyone who didn't like him. Everyone who got to know him liked him. He was like a magnet, everyone seemed to gravitate towards him when he was around.
And even though I resented the effect he had over me and the fact that I could never tell him how I felt, I still miss it.
Because now, I'm out of high school, he's still there, and I don't like anyone. I miss it.
And I'm really excited for the time when I feel all these things again.
I miss the flirty games people played in high school.
I miss having a crush on someone and getting butterflies when I saw them or even going to the canteen because the opportunity was there that I just might see them.
There was one boy in particular. And I miss the complete happiness I felt when he hugged me or sat next to me on the bus. Or even a simple text from him complaining about school.
I miss knowing he was staring at me, and deliberately not catching his eye so he could keep on staring.
I miss the flirty jokes we'd tell each other and the stories about our pretend passionate love affair that I secretly wished was real.
I miss getting ready for school and taking time on my appearance, knowing deep down it was for him. The butterflies I'd get every morning when I'd get off the school bus and he'd be there to give me a good morning hug, and in the afternoons when he'd give me a hug goodbye.
The worst times were when I had to let go of him every afternoon, and I even miss that. I miss putting my head into his neck and feeling his arms around me and thinking how wonderful he smelt.
I miss his cheeky, mischievous smile and the way he didn't even pretend like he wasn't looking when I caught him. He was shameless, so confident.
I didn't know of anyone who didn't like him. Everyone who got to know him liked him. He was like a magnet, everyone seemed to gravitate towards him when he was around.
And even though I resented the effect he had over me and the fact that I could never tell him how I felt, I still miss it.
Because now, I'm out of high school, he's still there, and I don't like anyone. I miss it.
And I'm really excited for the time when I feel all these things again.
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