One of my many vices...

What can I say. It's a bad habit, one that I've been doing since I was 12 years old. I've tried to quit a few times, this sums it up pretty well every. single. time.

So, one day I will attempt it again. Once I stop enjoying it so much, or when I decide it's time to make babies. One day!

We are Family! (Part 2)

So.

Family.

We gotta love them right? They're our blood. Doesn't mean we have to actually like them though!

Haha, I kid I kid. Sort of.

My dad and I get on. We're very similiar in that we just want life to be simple and drama free and just have fun. He's also a typical old school wog dad. So in that aspect, we drive each other crazy. He's at least now, finally, starting to let me do what I like. Mostly because I don't listen to him anyway! He's still my daddy though and I love him dearly.

Then, there is my mother. It's been determined that we are capable of spending 2 hours together without any fighting. After that 2 hour mark, all hell breaks lose. I am my mothers daughter, there is no denying that, however the aspects that I hate about her, I strive very hard to not do in my own life, within myself. She feels that I'm just being a bitch. Well, she'd know! I do love my mother, she has done a lot for me in her own way and I'll always be her baby so she can't help but be how she is, I get it. I just refuse to do half the things she did to me to my own children, for their own sanity.

My sister is 8 years older then me. She pretty much raised me as mum and dad were always working. She taught me how to read and write and most of the things I'm interested in are because she introduced me to them. I worshiped my sister my whole life, to me she was the coolest person I knew and I would talk about her to everyone. As I've grown up though, it seems to have shifted. I now seem to be the cooler one, the one she always talks about etc. It's a little sad, I feel like I've lost the one person I could always turn to for help and support (from a family perspective - she now turns to me). It's okay though, that's what family is for right?

Then there is my brother, who is 11 years older. What can I say about him... We have an intersting relationship. We are also very similiar (he and I take after mum while my sister takes after dad) and because of this, we clash, a lot. I alternate between thinking he's this awesome dude to wanting to punch his face in and never speak to him again. It's hard. We've had a lot of drama, he's done a lot of things to me and my parents. No matter how I feel towards them, if anyone ever disrespects them or treats them badly, I see red. He's done both. So, we're strained. It may pass one day, until then, we do what we have to do.

Overall, I love my family very much. I do, I can't not. I just sometimes wish things were different. But they're not, so you work with what you've got!

We are family! (part 1)

When it comes to family, there are 2 parts to this for me.

I have my blood relatives, who are my immediate family, and there is my actual family, the people I have chosen for myself and my life, my friends.

These are the people who have said this to me. The ones that hold my hand when I need it and push me along when I feel like I can't anymore.

They are my soul sisters. Without them, life would be a pretty fucking boring place!

Firstly, there is Eva. Oh Eva... She is the light of my soul. This woman is the bee's knees, rocks my socks, just an absolute superstar. There is no one I have met who is wiser, nicer, smarter, prettier, I don't know, maybe I'm biased, because she is my best friend, either way, Eva is the bomb dot com! If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be where I am today. I would have gotten there eventually, I am a strong capable woman, but she just added that extra bit I needed, the person being there saying "I know you can do this" to really push me on my way. I will be forever humbled and honoured having her in my life. Fuck I love you!

Next, we have Renee. Oh gosh, her and I... This is my Greek bestie, the one I feel closest to from that level. Having someone be able to relate, know what it was like growing up in a Greek household, talking the same language, eating the same food, listening to the same music, it makes a difference. We understand each other in ways that others can't because of our mindsets, how we deal with situations, how we view life, everything. There is nothing I can't tell this woman and know that she won't judge me (None of them do!), she'll understand and most importantly, she'll understand even when I cannot find the words to explain why I feel a certain way, or handled a certain thing. It's just nice, really really nice. I might not be much of a wog, but when I am, it's brilliant having someone I can share that with.

Moving on to April. She's my little polly pocket firecracker. She's the smallest, loudest, and just a bundle of hyperactivness that I absolutely adore. We can sit for hours and talk shit and laugh and laugh. We clicked from day dot, we are so completely different in looks and circumstances but we go together like white on rice. When we want to be serious, we are, but when we want to be silly, there is no one more fun! We have the type of sisterhood that if we annoy each other, we straight out say it, if we have a problem, we can always rely on each other, and if we just want to call up and say 'I love you', we do so with no hesitation or worry. We're tight, we're all gangsta and shit and we just work.

There are so many others, girls I've known for 20 years and are still best friends with, girls from work that are not just work friends anymore, girls from high school and different aspects of interests I've had over the years and we've stayed together.

Each and every one of these ladies mean the world to me, and without them, I wouldn't be me.

Let's not forget the guys either! They're there, they're awesome and it's funny, growing up I always had more male friends then female, chicks irritated the fuck out of me. Now though, I wouldn't give up my sisters for all the riches in the world. <3

Me, in a nutshell (How did I end up in here?!)

I am 25, turning 26 in a few weeks. (This makes me a Libran baby and all the frustration that goes with it, never ask me to make a decision!)

Last week I finally got my P's (Provisional) License on the Monday and brought my first car on the Thursday - this makes me extremely happy!

I am left handed.

I am the youngest sibling with an older sister (8yrs difference) and an older brother (11yrs difference). They are both married with children so my mother expects me to start popping them out soon too... Unless an Angel comes along and knocks me up, that's not going to happen.

I am single.

When it comes to my hair, I am a charmeleon. I've had it long, short, blond, black, red, purple, extensions, parts shaved, two tone, foiled, streaks, fringe, you name it, I've had it, and that's just in the last year. Currently, it is red and growing it out naturally long. I'm itching to do something with it again but we will see. My normal hair colour is dark brown.

In case you didn't catch on, I am Greek. My parents migrated over here when they were younger, and I was born here in Australia. I love this country, I really do, we have everything you could ever ask for - deserts, beaches, cities, tropial rainforests, bushland, snow, all of it. In my heart though, Greece will always be my mother country, no matter how bad it gets over there.

I have a good job. I'm a Retail Relationship Consultant in the finance industry for one of the big banks. I help people invest their money when they don't want to go through a financial planner. If you told me when I was younger that this is where I was going to end up, with a Diploma in Financial Planning and dealing with multi-million dollar clients, I would have laughed hysterically. I wanted to be a hairdresser. Maybe one day I still will be.

I never finished high school. I left at the end of year 11 and didn't do my final year. I do not regret this decision in the slightest. I got to go to Greece for 3 months instead and experience the big bad world most of my friends are only now starting to see. It makes me sad sometimes that I've lived through all the trials and tribulations when I should have been young and dumb, I get over it pretty quickly though. I don't do young and dumb very well.

I have 5 tattoos. I have another 10 on my list that I'm going to get. Tattoos to me are magical. They have depth and meaning and they help remind me of the path I've taken, the experiences I've had and where I want my life to go. Each one has a story, has a deeper meaning, has the power to humble me and lift me up with each step I take and path I stumble down. Magic.

I believe in a Higher Power. I do wholeheartedly. I believe in reincarnation and Heaven and Hell and in Angels and Demons, in Faeries and Magic, in the spiritual and mystical, I believe that there are many Gods and Goddesses and I believe, at the end of it all, they are all One. They all lead to that same Higher Power. You can call it whatever you like, it is known by different names, but it is there, and it is all there is. I will wear a cross, I will wear a pentagram, I will walk outside and worship nature and I will walk inside and worship in a church. I will take communion, I will cast a circle of power, I will do and be all there is, to worship the one that leads my way. Some may call me a Witch, some a Pagan, some Greek Orthodox, some a Christian, even on occassion a devil worshiper. I am all those things and none (I do not worship the Devil), at the end of the day my faith and beliefs are my own and I do not answer to anyone but myself and my soul.

I am me, in a nutshell.

Beginnings...

Well!

Here we are.

A brand new blog.

This isn't my first, it certainly won't be my last, however for now, for this moment in time, this is the best medium for me to use.

So come on in, keep all arms and legs within the designated areas and hang on tight, it's going to be one hell of a ride!