Day 3: Your first love.
Look away now, Mark. You may throw up a little in your mouth.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Monday, June 20, 2011
Happy birthday, me!
Today is my 25th birthday. Pretty fucking crazy. I've never really thought too much about my age. In fact, if I did, I'd usually push my age up to the next year to feel older. I think I can stop that now.
My birthday started with wine and 3 of my best friends as well as some pretty rad gifts - a new Pokeball for my keys and a handmade TARDIS iPad case. Yes, I am a gigantic nerd. I also got a phone call from Mark, who is right now midway through a trip through Europe. He sang happy birthday to me :D Best, best way to wake up on your birthday.
Tonight is laser tag and bowling with some of my best mates. This sounds like it may just be the bestest birthday I've ever had.
My birthday started with wine and 3 of my best friends as well as some pretty rad gifts - a new Pokeball for my keys and a handmade TARDIS iPad case. Yes, I am a gigantic nerd. I also got a phone call from Mark, who is right now midway through a trip through Europe. He sang happy birthday to me :D Best, best way to wake up on your birthday.
Tonight is laser tag and bowling with some of my best mates. This sounds like it may just be the bestest birthday I've ever had.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
30 Day Challenge: Day Two
Day 2: Meaning behind your blog name.
It's actually quite existential. It concerns my innate and basic need to shut the world out; my inability to let others in and yet ironically create a blog chronicling my innermost secrets for all to read...
Jokes. They're lyrics from a Lisa Mitchell song. I needed a title and that song was playing on my iTunes at the time. But hey, if you wanna go with the first meaning, feel free!
Friday, June 17, 2011
Nostalllllllllllllgia
So every now and then I skim back over my old blog posts. It's different every time I do it, obviously, because I get a little bit older and a little bit wiser (theoretically) every time so I get different things out of it.
What did I take away this time? Three years ago, when I started this blog, I was a much, much more emotional person. Judgements on this aside, I've definitely lost a lot of that (also, I've learnt to spell definitely, apparently). But man, I seemed so much happier back then. I was still in my puppy dog phase and everything in Newcastle was so much shinier. I'd just met Parkhill, I'd just met Mark, I'd just started uni and my new job. To be fair, those things all ended up shaping my life between then and now. I still adore the time I spend with Parkhill, even if there are only a few original members left. I'm still with Mark, even if we did spend a year apart. I'm still at uni, with no exit coming any time soon. I'm still in the same job and I love it (most days). By all rights - and my 2008-Beau's standards - I should be seeing everything as stale. Sure, every now and then I get itchy feet (especially around mid-semester) but all in all... I think I'm pretty fucking stoked with my life.
My point? I need to start expressing that more often. And right there, I think I've found my motivation to start blogging again. I need to be able to look back at experiences I go through every day, both good and bad, and feel the emotions I feel again and again. It's a good feeling. I'm happy but tend to forget that every now and then. My blog was the perfect outlet for Past Beau and it should be for Current Beau and Future Beau too.
So right now, I'm laying on the carpet of my incredibly cold house snuggled up to Yoshi in front of the heater. I'm happy. I'm chilled. I have some new (second-hand) clothes. I have wine. Yup, happy.
What did I take away this time? Three years ago, when I started this blog, I was a much, much more emotional person. Judgements on this aside, I've definitely lost a lot of that (also, I've learnt to spell definitely, apparently). But man, I seemed so much happier back then. I was still in my puppy dog phase and everything in Newcastle was so much shinier. I'd just met Parkhill, I'd just met Mark, I'd just started uni and my new job. To be fair, those things all ended up shaping my life between then and now. I still adore the time I spend with Parkhill, even if there are only a few original members left. I'm still with Mark, even if we did spend a year apart. I'm still at uni, with no exit coming any time soon. I'm still in the same job and I love it (most days). By all rights - and my 2008-Beau's standards - I should be seeing everything as stale. Sure, every now and then I get itchy feet (especially around mid-semester) but all in all... I think I'm pretty fucking stoked with my life.
My point? I need to start expressing that more often. And right there, I think I've found my motivation to start blogging again. I need to be able to look back at experiences I go through every day, both good and bad, and feel the emotions I feel again and again. It's a good feeling. I'm happy but tend to forget that every now and then. My blog was the perfect outlet for Past Beau and it should be for Current Beau and Future Beau too.
So right now, I'm laying on the carpet of my incredibly cold house snuggled up to Yoshi in front of the heater. I'm happy. I'm chilled. I have some new (second-hand) clothes. I have wine. Yup, happy.
=D
Yesterday was such a brilliant day. Well, not the part where I had to get up at 5 in the morning (Boot Camp has given me enough 5am starts!)... but it was totally worth it. I drove to Sydney to pick up Mark and Shaun from the airport, fresh from their 5 weeks in Europe. Third time I've driven Sydney! Okay, so all three times were ridiculously early but they still count as achievements! Both boys were zombified from the jet lag so I didn't get many stories from them - but hey, I had my Markus back.
Of course, work called just as I was getting back to Newcastle to tell me I had a lunch and team-building exercise later that day. So I had to drop Mark off and go straight to the Wetlands. I've been meaning to go there since I first moved to Newy... and what a way to see it for the first time. After lunch, the 8 of us too a segway tour through the wetlands. A chunky-fucking-arse bush segway. You don't even understand. I turned up not knowing what to expect and ended up fulfilling one of my life goals. Also, the Wetlands were pretty. Little chair in random spots, heaps of trails to walk, Aboriginal memorial points... it was a pretty rad place.
Then I got to see Mark again. Got my awesome birthday presents from him (a mug in the shape of a police box, some slippers in the shape of clogs (!), a wallet, a beanie and some European cologne. Fance.). Copious amount of smooches.
Now I'm at home with Mark, Mikey, Mel and Krispy, about to eat Mikey's delicious lasagne snacks and drink deliciously cheap wine.
Ahhhh.
Of course, work called just as I was getting back to Newcastle to tell me I had a lunch and team-building exercise later that day. So I had to drop Mark off and go straight to the Wetlands. I've been meaning to go there since I first moved to Newy... and what a way to see it for the first time. After lunch, the 8 of us too a segway tour through the wetlands. A chunky-fucking-arse bush segway. You don't even understand. I turned up not knowing what to expect and ended up fulfilling one of my life goals. Also, the Wetlands were pretty. Little chair in random spots, heaps of trails to walk, Aboriginal memorial points... it was a pretty rad place.
Then I got to see Mark again. Got my awesome birthday presents from him (a mug in the shape of a police box, some slippers in the shape of clogs (!), a wallet, a beanie and some European cologne. Fance.). Copious amount of smooches.
Now I'm at home with Mark, Mikey, Mel and Krispy, about to eat Mikey's delicious lasagne snacks and drink deliciously cheap wine.
Ahhhh.
30 Day Challenge: Day One
Day 1: Introduce, recent picture of yourself, 15 interesting facts
Hi, I'm Beau.
Hi, I'm Beau.
This is me. Drunkish.
15 interesting facts, huh?
- I'm 25 in a few days (eek!)
- I love my mum and beautiful sister (with 3 amazing kids of her own who I love dearly)
- I study (if you can call it that) primary school teaching at university
- I don't actually want to be a teacher
- I work in Out Of School Hours Care and have done for 5 years (!)
- I'm dating my ex-boyfriend
- I like comic books, sci-fi television, chocolate (Cadbury Snack wins), my electric blanket, Darby Raj and most of all, netball (playing, not watching)
- I lived in Japan for 4 months
- I have a serious caffeine addition. But I'm okay with it.
- I have 12 tattoos, 11 of which are secret (that's a lie, I just have 1 very public tattoo)
- I want to buy a plant. But it'll probably die like all my goldfish do.
- I once swam with a 300kg stingray
- I have a weird extended family - a monkey uncle, a crazy meemaw, a stuffed owl and a terracotta pig who loves to play hide-and-seek
- I used to have a Playstation but it caught on fire when I put a Hannah Montana DVD in it
- I have the bestest friends a kid could ask for (Parkhill shout-out)
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Exermacise!
This morning, I turned up at the gym for my usual Wednesday morning pilates session. I waited expectantly as per usual for the class before to vacate the room. At this point, I usually start to look for our trainer but this morning, she was nowhere to be seen. Instead, there was a woman I'd never seen before waiting with us - a young, very muscular woman. When we finally get to enter the room, this muscular woman announces that in place of out usual pilates session, we will today be doing hot power yoga (without the hot). Without the hot?! Piss off, I sweated like I was doing real exercise! We had to do downward-facing dogs with one leg bend behind us while our hip flexors remained straight ahead (I don't actually know what any of that means, but I took a good guess and looked a little like what the instructor was doing)!
So now I'm a little sore. But it was, truth be told, actually really fun. To the point where, on the way out, I noticed a poster for a Power Yoga Boot Camp and very nearly signed myself up. It was at the same time as the beach bootcamp I'm signed up for in July though... and didn't want to risk killing myself in a painful and drawnout fashion. After all, I'm not the fittest Parkhillian and two simultaneous bootcamps are a bit of a risk :|
So now I'm a little sore. But it was, truth be told, actually really fun. To the point where, on the way out, I noticed a poster for a Power Yoga Boot Camp and very nearly signed myself up. It was at the same time as the beach bootcamp I'm signed up for in July though... and didn't want to risk killing myself in a painful and drawnout fashion. After all, I'm not the fittest Parkhillian and two simultaneous bootcamps are a bit of a risk :|
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Exam time!
I'm sitting here, studying for an exam. Well, I'm blogging to distract myself from study. That seems to be my prime time for blogging - when I'm desperately avoiding doing something much more important.
I have my Sociology exam today. It's 145 til 345... and I kinda sorta completely accepted a shift at work starting at 3. Uh oh. Luckily, the exam is 50 multiple choice (or 'multiple guess', as Guy puts it) and nothing else. 50 multiple choice in an hour? Easy done... right? Work is only a 5 minute drive from uni... ugh. It's going to be close. But THAT'S how desperate I am for money at the moment. The family I babysit for got the flu for a couple of weeks so it's been a fortnight since I got that spare cash... very, very helpful spare cash.
It's holidays for me in... about a week. As of next Friday, I'm free until... 27th July? I think? No netball in that period (until August!) which sucks immense-sized balls - but Sarah and I have potentially enrolled in a 4-week boot camp on Merewether beach in that time. Wholey eff, what were we thinking. More on that as it occurs, if I can manage to lift my fingers to my keypad after that much exercise.
News other than that? Work is okay, I might be looking into working at a new OOSH in vacation time. Knees are still fragile as heck. I bought new clothes and they are sexy. I cut my hair a little too short. And I really need to do some more study. Less than 4 hours to go.
I have my Sociology exam today. It's 145 til 345... and I kinda sorta completely accepted a shift at work starting at 3. Uh oh. Luckily, the exam is 50 multiple choice (or 'multiple guess', as Guy puts it) and nothing else. 50 multiple choice in an hour? Easy done... right? Work is only a 5 minute drive from uni... ugh. It's going to be close. But THAT'S how desperate I am for money at the moment. The family I babysit for got the flu for a couple of weeks so it's been a fortnight since I got that spare cash... very, very helpful spare cash.
It's holidays for me in... about a week. As of next Friday, I'm free until... 27th July? I think? No netball in that period (until August!) which sucks immense-sized balls - but Sarah and I have potentially enrolled in a 4-week boot camp on Merewether beach in that time. Wholey eff, what were we thinking. More on that as it occurs, if I can manage to lift my fingers to my keypad after that much exercise.
News other than that? Work is okay, I might be looking into working at a new OOSH in vacation time. Knees are still fragile as heck. I bought new clothes and they are sexy. I cut my hair a little too short. And I really need to do some more study. Less than 4 hours to go.
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