*This is random and all over the place, with no clear flow or concept, I'm just in the mood to write.*
I'll forget what kind of car I drive and what brand of cigarettes I smoke, but without fail I will remember the words to all my favourite songs, even if I haven't heard it in years.
I have the habit of wanting all the things that I cannot have and never wanting the things I can have.
There is apparently only 1 man to every 5 women in this day and age. I'm so totally fucked.
I've never in my life been allergic to any kind of food, yet these days if I eat certain things I get so sick I just want to be shot.
I tend to come across so negative and depressed in my blog posts, yet I'm probably one of the most happy and positive people I know (well, bar the last few years, it's been a tough few years...)
If I could have any wish in the world right now, it would be that I am just completely healthy in all aspects of my body and I never get sick again, that would be wonderful. I'm talking weight, my back, my tummy, my skin, my hair, all of it. (not that I'm feral now, I just want it to all be better, just like most people.)
This year so far, I've read approximately 50 books. I have a big addiction to books. I sometimes wish I finished high school and went onto university to be an editor, that would have been the perfect job for me.
I do not regret any of the choices I made in life, for I would not be who I am today without them. I do wish sometimes that things would just be good, all the time, but I snap out of that pretty quickly, for how can you appreciate the good without having the bad to help you recognise it.
I look forward to the day that I have my own husband and children and home and can have everything the way I want it. I'm a total housewife and I love it.
I get exceedingly angry at women who scorn the ladies that make this sort of choice like me, make us feel like we are lesser or not feminists and how dare we destory everything that was built for us over the years.
The whole point is that women can make their own choices. I CHOOSE to want this and do this. This does not make me lesser, it does not make me weak. I want to love and protect my family, I want to feed them and be there for them and teach them all I know.
This includes blood and soul family.
My house will always be open.
There will always be food on my table for all.
There will always be laughter and music and books and magic in my home and this is what I choose.
The hearth is my right and I am strong in this right.
I have an addictive personality. At the moment my addiction is being fed by Candy Crush Saga, a game you can play on your phone and on Facebook. Someone help stop the madness!
I'm going to Soundwave this Sunday and I was given approval today to have Monday off, so I am going to party ridiculously hard.
I will be seeing Tomahawk, Bullet for My Valentine, Stone Sour, Slayer, A Perfect Circle, Linkin Park and Metallica. Boy oh boy I am giddy with excitement!
I unfortunately will be missing Sum41, Paramore, Garbage, Blink 182 and The Offspring, which totally sucks, but I had to pick which side and I'm a metal girl at heart
(I'm also an 80's freak and pretty much all genre type of music gal mixed together but Rock and Metal hold a special place).
I am restless and bored and wish I never had to work again because there are so many things I'd rather be doing with my time, like reading and doing my nails and cooking and creating and sleeping, oh my precious sleep... Alas, I am stuck in the rat race of life and have a while yet before I can leave it.
I find it amusing when I listen to people complain about how they've been working full time for 5 years for example and are so over it blah blah.
I've been working for 18 years.
From the age of 8 I was working in my parents shop, and I mean working. I didn't get pocket money, I had to work to get money to spend.
From 14 til 16 I was working for my parents, at the local supermarket and at a boutique shop in a massive shopping centre - while still at school full time.
I left school when I was 16 and went to work for my brother at his business full time and for my parents part time, as well as the boutique shop.
I left them all after a year when I was 17 and went to Greece.
I came back from Greece and went to work full time while studying and worked for my parents again.
I left that job when I was 18 and went to Tafe full time to study and continued to work for my parents.
Once I finished Tafe, I went to work again full time and still worked for my parents.
I kept having 2 jobs, one full time and for my parents until I was 22 years old and they sold their business off. It's now only for the last 4 years I've worked just the one job, full time.
(Let me be clear, when I say I worked for my parents after I came back from Greece, we're talking 6-10 5 nights a week, all I did was work.)
All this was happening while I moved out of home at 19 and wasn't driving, so had to train and bus it and get lifts and just basically run around like a headless chook.
I've worked my whole life and yet people whinge to me about working full time?
Oh darlings, you will get no sympathy out of me!
I think I'll leave it there, this is already long and random.
If you made it to the end, congratulations!
You survived the randomness.
Have a cookie! xoxo
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