Proverbs 31: 25-26

What do we think of this, bloggers?

In a few short weeks, this verse, 

in this font and this size

will be inked onto my right

index finger. 

Eeeeek, excitement!

Sunshine & Pretty Melodies.

Sorry, that was probably a bit misleading.

This post isn't going to be about anything related to sunshine or pretty melodies. I just named it that because sunshine and pretty melodies are what I would rather surround myself with right now.

Because currently I am surrounded by snotty tissues, textbooks and pens.

It's Monday, it's cold (and I have a cold) and I'm halfway through my senior year and drowning in books and study notes. So I'm taking a break, partly because I've lost all traces of motivation and partly because I've had a rotten weekend and homework is absolutely no cure for that whatsoever.

Friday night was spent just how I'd like all my Friday nights to be spent- surrounded by friends and music, a little bit drunk and very much happy. It was a friends 18th birthday, and it was just the night out I required after a long, boring, arduous week. "I feel like getting a bit loose" I recall saying to my friends, who raised their eyebrows (and rightly so) because Anoosha never professes to wanting to get "loose". Perhaps they sensed the beginning of a drinking problem. After meeting Friday night's happy little version of myself, I sure sense one.

Nevertheless, Saturday morning was a struggle. Feeling (and looking) a little bit like a slug, I dragged myself out of bed and made a start on finishing (does that make any sense? I don't know) the psychology report that sat ominously on my desk. Three hours later, it was printed and stapled and ready to go- much like the raging cold that had beaten my tipsy immune system to pieces and made me sick. So it was bedtime from 2pm onwards.

To make my day just that little bit shittier, my poor dear bunny broke his leg. It's still a mystery how he broke it, but the poor little furball spent his weekend limping around with his leg dragging behind him.
(I suppose having said that, I really should be complaining about having a cold). Tonight he spends his first night away from home as he waits for surgery tomorrow morning. I promise I'll post some photo's of Limpy and his bandaged leg as soon as he comes home. Oh my poor little bun-bun.

On top of a tonne of homework that remains untouched, a stubborn cold and a broken rabbit, that good old time of the month also springs itself on me, leaving me twice as grumpy and four times as hungry. And angry and fat is always desirable.

So, to end my whiney post on a happier note, here's a list of thank-you notes, for the little things that did go right this weekend.

• Thank you to my best friend for buying me drinks on Friday night, even though I realised I was too broke to pay you. I promise your payment is coming soon.
• Thank you to my business management teacher for allowing me to sit for my SAC at lunch time so I could take my rabbit to the vet instead of going to class.
• Thank you to the Salvo's op-shop in Cheltenham for that jaw-dropping jumpsuit that made me the recipient of endless compliments on Friday night.
• Thank you burgundy lipstick for completing the outfit, every single time.
• Thank you OMAM, Snakadaktal and Passion Pit for coming together and playing in Adelaide at Spin Off in August. Yaaaaaay, roadtrip!
• Thank you to the lovely shift manager at work for giving me half-priced sundaes when I popped in after school today.
• And thank you to the even lovelier boy who kissed my hand after I told him what a poopy weekend I had. 
• Thank you to our wonderful vet who's taking care of my little bun-bun tonight, and fixing his broken leg tomorrow.
• Thank you to my aunty's friend, for the pretty Peter Alexander pyjama's. 
• Thank you to my friend Allison for always listening when I need to have a cry over the phone
• And thank you to God for allowing me to maintaing at least a sliver of sanity all this time. 

See you soon, bloggers. Take care.

x

Hey hey,

it's May!

And I bet you read that in a much cheerier voice than I had imagined in my head when I typed it. 

It's been an absolutely rubbish start to the month, and I'll tell you why later tonight. 

Watch this space, friends. 

x

5 Reasons Why I Would Rather Be A Fish:

It came to me whilst in the shower this afternoon. As I lowered myself onto one knee, to begin shaving my legs, it occurred to me that there is much to loathe about being a female- like shaving ones legs for example. Further consideration revealed to me that there is, in fact, much to loathe about being human.

So as a result, here are five reasons why I would much rather be a fish.

1.) First and foremost- fish don't need to shave. Fish don't have legs, therefore they do not need to shave them, but then again, fish do not need to shave anything. 'Gee, my scales are getting pretty long, better shave them before I go out tonight' said no fish, ever.

2.) Fish don't even need to shower. When's the last time you came across a dirty fish? At the butchers*? On the side of the creek? Right, and it was probably dead. I rest my case.
*- if you're coming across dirty fish at the butchers, you could probably sue. Or find another butcher.

3.) Fish don't have pregnancies. At least, not in the way humans do. A fish lays some eggs, her hubby does his job and neither of them have to worry about their offspring until they hatch. Just find yourself a nice safe nook, like a rock or something, and go paint the town. None of this get-fat-for-nine-months-and-then-stay-fat-for-a-couple-more business. I wish I could leave my embryo in a nice safe place, like the back of my pantry cupboard, and not worry about it for a good two-thirds of a year. Hah. Fat chance.

4.) Fish aren't expected to do much. Except maybe look nice and taste good. Fish don't need to work, or maintain a home, or have an education. Fish don't need to achieve much in life. Basically, if you can live out your life expectancy without being eaten by a shark, you're one successful fish. No pretentiously shiny sportscar necessary.

5.) Fish are allowed to be naked. All the time. No one can catch a fish out for indecent exposure in public. Enough said.

P.S- I should probably mention one of the only downsides I came upon while pondering how lovely it would be to be a fish. It occurred to me that fish occasionally eat each other. In fact my last two goldfish ate their brother. At least that's something we don't have to worry about.. often.

Happy Easter everyone!