We can chase down all our enemies, bring them to their knees, we can bomb the world to pieces, but we can't bomb it into peace. Violence brings one thing; more and more of the same. Military madness, smell of flesh and burning pain. I sing out to the masses, stand up if your still sane...
I was about to write how uninspired and boring I feel lately.
Then came across this on YouTube;
Apparently this little guy passed away on Christmas Day, he only uploaded the video on YouTube a little over a week ago.
Now, I am not religious in any way, in fact when it comes to organized religion, I honestly think the world would be better without all the politics of it all. But I'm a big believer in people having the freedom to believe in what ever it is they want too believe. I know for me, having faith in the thought that there are angels or spirits or what ever it is you want to call it, watching us makes me happy and never ever alone.
I guess for this guy it would be the same feeling; believing that there is something else to come when our time is up, knowing that life could be taken from you at any second, it would be such a comfort.
:) Just when I thought I wouldn't find anyone else to inspire me.
On an unrelated note, I bought new art supplies today! I'm off to do some little ink drawings, like the ones I used to do in high school. (It's amazing how much I've returned to my old (pre-relationship) high school self in the past 6 months! What with writing more, drawing more, reading more, got my own old taste in music back, and just a general positive change in attitude towards life. I'm back to how I was meant to be! I think what I've learned most in this whole thing, is to find somebody who not only accepts everything that you are, but embraces and encourages absolutely everything about you, especially the little things that makes you, well, YOU!) I love lifes little hidden messages. Thankyou!
Solo Christmas After a mere 22 years of living I've finally experienced a Christmas on my little lonesome.
It's 6:03pm and The only human contact that wasn't through a phone line was when my italian housemate asked me how to use the bbq, and when I was my friend Louis at the 24 hour bottle shop (lonely glass of red wine is totally acceptable on Christmas!)
So now just having a little listen to The Scene Aesthetic, (Constant Motion is actually on repeat!) And chatting away to various family members on the phone.
Although can't get facetime to work, so missed out on seeing my adorable 3 year old cousin!
Christmas is most definitely a time to be spent with loved ones. All I can think about today is how much I love my family, and how every Christmas I am reminded of that! I'm not religious at all, so to me, Christmas is just about friends and family. A day purely dedicated to appreciating the family you have, including the ones you choose!
If I am stuck here next year, I will most definitely be spending it chatting to other people who don't have families, 'cause nobody should be alone on Christmas! I'm thinking soup kitchens etc etc. Yes, yes, I do like that idea :)
I don't know how I feel today. Tired, mainly. A tad lonely. But at the same time, whatever the opposite to lonely is.
And happy, I am always happy. Thankfully.
I've been listening to quite a bit of Aussie hip hop lately. A few months ago, I effing HATED Aussie hip hop
. It all started at Splendour in the Grass in July/August. I was working at one of the bars there (getting paid to go to Splendour, that's right)
I can't remember who was playing, but one of the headlining acts, I'm thinking perhaps Kanye West or Coldplay, was playing at the main stage, so naturally the entirety of the punters were there, leaving hardly anyone anywhere else, including our bar.
So my friend Liz and I decided to sneak down and watch the artist playing at the closest stage, which just so happened to be Bliss N Eso; old school hip hop.
I don't know if it was the excitement that I was getting paid by the hour to do something I normally fork out $100's to do, but I remember there and then my opinion just switched.
Just like that, I thought 'hold up, this shit is fucking awesome!'
And that was that. Simple.
They had the most amazing show, so much energy and enthusiasm to be back out and doing what they love.
I think what I loved most was the time that they took to thank everyone for seeing them over Coldplay (There was seriously only about a thousand people there; emptiest I've ever seen a Splendour tent at night) One of them had a really heart felt speech about music appreciation, and how he does what he does for people like us. It was nice, (It's no secret, I'm a sucker for things like that)
So naturally, I leave Splendour and start collecting a heap of hip hop to add to my iTunes genre list. Of course, Hilltop Hoods makes a big dent. I think I might have their whole discography now!
Funny thing is, Splendour in the Grass 2009, I remember my ex boyfriend wanting to see Hilltop Hoods, and I whinged and whined the whole way to the stage all about how hip hop is ridiculous and something about the whole bad culture etc etc. I'd like to give my 20 year old self a slap and a Bliss N Eso Album, and tell her to get her head out of her pretentious ass.
So now, after a few months of listening, I'm absolutely obsessing over their lyrics, I love them! (Scrawling them through my sketch books is a massive expression of love from me) Stringing words together has always been something I admire in people, I love people who can write in a way that it turns into a form of art in itself. And those lyrics are fucking art.
Moral of the story; Give everything a chance kids. You might just find you have a tiny place in your heart for almost anything.
(P.S I know my writings been boring and opinionated lately, I've fixed my sleeping pattern, can you notice?)
I cannot think of one time when hatred, dwelling on the past and wanting revenge has ever got any of us anywhere. Not everybody deserves forgiveness, but forgetting lets me move forward happy.
He has been playing on my mind tonight and I finally feel like I have a few things to share :) (Nobody ever asks, so I never have really talked about my Dad with anybody)
My Dad told me he always knew I was going to be a girl, he never even picked out boys names. He just knew. My Mum and him broke up when I was a baby, I don't mind because it has impacted me positively :) (VERY long story short) When I was 11, I moved to Byron Bay to live full time with my Dad, I am his only child, and he loved me so much. The things I have found out in the past few years that he did for me, without me ever knowing, all the sacrifices he made and the battles he fought, and sometimes lost, to have me, and how he never, ever gave up makes me know I had the perfect father, for me.
He died when I was 18, nearly 4 years ago. He died because another man caused him too, simple as that, no matter what the law says. It was quick, one day he was leaving to go on a weekend away, the next I get a 6am call that he is on life support. And a day later, no more Dad.
In one weekend that was supposed to be spent with friends at Summafieldayze Festival, I lost my best friend, my biggest hero, the one person who to me was invincible and I thought would always be here.
I come from a big family, so I have always been taken care of, I always have and always will have a place to go if all else fails, my family love me and I know will always help me if I ever needed it. I am so, so, SO incredibly lucky to have every single one of them. I honestly think I am one of the luckiest people in the world, despite what life has thrown at me.
The very last time my Dad and I saw each other, I was mad at him, because he couldn't drive me to work that day and I had to pay for a cab. I was so mad, I was sending him angry texts all afternoon, just venting some teenage steam. I thank whoever in the sky told me to do it, but in the last one I wrote something like "Have a great holiday, love you" which I remember was meant to be sarcasm because I was so mad.. it was a pretty out of the ordinary thing for me to write at the time if I was mad, imagine that.
Everybody, if you love somebody, tell them, whether it be an old friend, new friend, girlfriend, boyfriend, wife, husband or family. People deserve to know how they impact your life, and how they make you feel.
When people inspire me, I tell them, they should know they have made a difference to somebody.
I hardly ever fight with people I love these days, I hate it. I will never, ever lose somebody else without them knowing how much I love them, or just how they have changed me, no matter how small a change.
So, to my Dads side of the family, in particular, my Uncle and Grandpa; No matter how independent I like to think I am, I will always need you both, and you guys are always here for me. You all try so hard to make sure I am okay, and I promise I always have been, but knowing you guys all care as much as you do makes all the difference.
My Nan, she is the strongest woman I know. A testament that no matter what life throws at you, keep going, because there is always SOMETHING to live for. You just have to be patient.
My Mum, she has helped me in life in a way so different to how people understand help, that she doesn't even know she does it, and I don't think I'll ever find somebody who quite understands, but she should know that she makes a positive impact on her daughters life, she makes her daughter a better person.
My sisters and brother, you guys are proof that no matter how I feel about myself sometimes, I am not entirely self centered and selfish ;) You guys are probably the only people on earth I would take a bullet for. I am so protective of the three of you, and wish I could do everything for you all. I know I am a distant sister, but I am always thinking about you all.
My friends, you all know what you do for me. You are my sisters.
My Dad, who raised me from the age of 11, so never heard how much he meant to me, instead, he got teenage bitchiness and an unappreciative, messy, hormonal brat.
He loved me, more than I have ever heard of a parent loving their child, he did everything he could to make me happy, and if not always happy, to make me a better person. He sacrificed so much, and the fact that he did it, intentionally without me knowing, makes it mean even more. I could write for hours about the way he raised me, and how it made me who I am. I'm sure he made me a good person. In the last four years, I have changed even more, even though he is gone, he still makes an impact on me and how I live my life.
A lot of people talk about my Dads legacy, being all that he achieved in his life, which was so much. He built something from nothing, and was so successful and had to fight so many battles to get to where he was.
He did everything his way and it was an honest and good contribution to the world.
He was a genuinely good person.
Tonight Ive decided my Dad's real legacy is going to be me. I am his only child, and at the end of my life, when we meet again, he is going to be so proud to be my father. I want to be a good person, just like him. I am going to help people when they need it, and make a difference, whether it be to one small person, or a million. I am also going to be successful in whatever it is I do. Starting right now. Every single thing I do will be for him.
He is going to be in heaven with all the rest, looking down saying "That's my girl"
It's taken me nearly four years to get that out, now that I'm exhausted, its time to sleep, I have a difference to make in somebodys world tomorrow :) Sweet dreams, and tell your family you love them.
A new teeny tiny tattoo. A teeny tiny little peace sign to remind me of my beautiful home town, to remind me where I am from and to never forget the way I was brought up. & a teeny tiny little message to remind me never to reserve who I am for the sake of everyone else, never hold back on being Tara as she should be.
Tonight I'm listening to the Triple J Like A Version first album, I seem to have developed a thing for covers in different styles! (still loving Miss Juliana Daily!)
Here's my favorite Like A Version of all time; (I remember driving to work on a sunny beautiful Thursday in 2009 when it came on Triple J)
(Okay so YouTube didnt have the actual Like A Version Video uploaded, but the Tivoli is one of my favorite music venues, so it deserves my love and uploading attention)
I feel like I should be angry at myself for not listening to original music lately, but I'm always secretly loved art appropriation, (actually no secret, my whole HSC art piece was on appropriation!) and music is an art?
Something about somebody taking somebody elses art and changing it for different audiences, different people with different styles, then everyone gets the chance to love it.
And we all know there is never enough love in the world.
I'll be MIA for a while, I'm heading home to my beautiful hometown of Byron Bay.
I'll be too overwhelmed with happiness to even think of writing about it. I even managed to meet a nice new person who has never been before, and will be visiting there the same time as me, I love sharing love!
In the meantime, here's one of my all time favorites;
I'll save my expression of love of Micheal Franti's music when I'm back from my trip, I promise it will be more passionate that way ;)
2.25am (I should really rename this blog to something to do with only ever writing in the twilight zone?)
Just a quick note tonight, because truth be told I'm supposed to be forcing my sleeping pattern back to normal. A lady at the pharmacy gave me strict instructions to lay down at 11pm and don't get up even if I lay for hours. I've already broken those rules, so whats one little write up, right?
I just had to share my little discovery for the night; I just came across a girl on YouTube who uploads videos of herself doing covers
(I know, their a dime a dozen)
But this one most certainly stood out, her entire rendition of every song was so beautiful! Her playing was beautiful and she has a set of pipes I would kill for. (Voice, not breasts people)
She even managed to pull off Hallelujah (A song that quite a few people avoid, so as not to be beaten down by the general public, nobody wants to ruin such perfect music) Anyway, I've officially uploaded all her covers into my iTunes for my tram listening pleasure. Lets not forget, I found my favorite band for the last 6 years this way!
Meet Juliana Daily;
I know right? I do enjoy me some raw talent! (Say that last part in a pirate voice please) Hopefully I can get my hands on some original stuff!
12:55am I'm having one of my late night epiphanies again.
I've decided people of this world are too uptight!
What happened to colour? What happened to being free? What happened to jumping, dancing and singing? Not caring what our families, the boys, enemies and haters thought? We shouldn't care, because "those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind"
I've always been like this on the inside, but always been reserved on the outside, for the sake of fitting in with the rat race of the world.
Who wants to fit in with rats??
I was not born to run with the rodents, I was born to fly with the birds.
Time to take a conscience effort to stop reserving myself for the sake of the rest of the rats.
So... I dyed my hair red, and got long red extensions. (Think Ariel from The Little Mermaid)
I got thinking, and figured every stage of my adult life can be separated into hair colours (Silly right?) Age 14: Purple: Just meeting my new friends, who are my best friends today, we were your typical 14 year old girls. Age 15: Burgundy Red: I started to break away from the norm and find my own style, my own music, my own attitude. I was also a very sad 16 year old. I just thought the whole world was against me. Age 17: Black: I got my first boyfriend, we lasted 6 months and had nothing in common. I learnt the never-say-I-love-you-unless-you-mean-it-lesson. Age 18: Platinum Blonde: This chapter lasted 4 years and was the longest to date. The start of my relationship with Case, where I lost myself, and instead merged into a girl-boy version of CaseyAndTara. Nobody knew us without the other. A very big mistake to make. Also, the passing away of my Dad happened in this chapter, to which Case was a big fat pillow too. I learnt a lot about myself during this time, nothing I will get into now. Age 21: Brown: I dyed it to go travelling overseas, a practical move, but my theory still proved valid. During my time overseas I realized how much I had turned into a twosome, rather than the onesome that I should be. I learned how much I didnt, in fact, need Casey. Age 21: I returned to Australia and dyed it back blonde. Very symbolic this one; I had learned that I very much didn't need to be in my relationship anymore, and that its time was coming close. But refused to accept it.
I am just entering a new chapter, so why not have new colour to match?
This chapter will be all about me, and only me. No more TaraandCasey. And I am ready to embrace it. It's all about me, living in Melbourne, meeting all new people, remembering my old friends, and picking up where I left off when I was 17. Finding Tara as she was supposed to be.
I'm so happy I was blessed with the ability to see a bright side. Thankyou Mother Nature.
One of my best friends, Corinne, told me she listens to sad music as she goes to sleep, thus going to sleep sad.
I mostly listen to happy music, and I am, quite honestly, one of the happiest and most positive people on earth. I never let anything stress me out or keep me upset. I'm not an idiot, my attitude has a lot to do with it, and everyone is different, but music sets up the vibe around you and makes you feel things.
Here is some of my happiest songs!
My best friends saw The Jezabels play at the Great Northern Hotel in Byron Bay a few days ago. This little band seems to be taking over, well done guys :)
Byron Bay is my home town. I lived there basically my whole life and its everything to me. I never thought I would be so in love with a place.
It's beautiful, and coastal, so naturally I'm a summer girl. I love the summer, the beach, the sand and the sunshine. This song just makes me wish it was summer already, and brings me back to happy summer memories, I wish they could go on forever.
Here is another;
I listened to this song all throughout my travels last year! It made me so happy all the time, even though I was so far away from my home, and all the people I love, it somehow cheered me up. Its just so freakin' cute and upbeat! Absolutely on the future wedding playlist.
And I overkill this next one to extreme levels, but can't leave it out if I'm sharing songs that lift my mood!
My favorite song since I was little. I'm talking like 6 or 7 years old. My Mum had the album and I just loved the song. I re-discovered it a few years back and properly listened to the words and was just overwhelmed at how it changed my attitude.
The whole philosophy behind it is exactly how I live my life; I CHOOSE to be happy.
"Perhaps this optimism will crush on down like a house of cards. I know that my decision has changed my life, its not that hard!"
I could be negative all the time, God knows I've had a rough and unfair road to where I am at now, but I don't see why I should waste time and energy being sad, when I could so easily be happy instead. Simple.
I remember getting on a airplane, quite a few years ago. It was drizzly and rainy and just a miserable grey day. The plane took off and went higher and higher into the sky, through the grey clouds and above them. The sun was out above those grey clouds, the sky was beautiful blue and it was crystal clear. I was young, but instantly got the message. The suns always out, you just have to find it.
I hope someone out there feels uplifted and cheerful. Love, Tea xx
I love everything about it. The clothes, the era, the music, the art, the comedy, the dance, and the fact that it's really just one big tease!
I think I just might have to hit up the Burlesque Bar in Fitzroy sometime soon, a friend and I discovered it not long ago, I think it would be a very fun night out! Will report back!
I was most definitely born in the wrong era. Who doesn't love jazz, feathers, fishnets and lace?
One of the greatest treasures I own, that belonged to my Dad, is his CD collection, mostly from before I was born, and in my early years.
They are old, some broken, mostly scratched, and most have a old dirty piece of masking tape in the top corner with "MARK" written in permanent marker (its funny to imagine our parents living in messy, old share houses isn't it?) but I love them all so much, because it fascinates me thinking about my parents lives before me.
His collection is filled with the likes of Bob Marley, Counting Crows, Simon and Garfunkel, and his favorite band; Noiseworks.
Noiseworks were a semi popular band in the late 80's, they never really made it big, except for a few hit songs that were quickly lost in time.
My Dad loved this band. He used to own a speed boat, and would race water skiing in competitions all through my very young years. He was such a fan of this little home grown band, he painted his boat up with "Noiseworks" written down the side and that was the name of his boat. That's love folks.
Being a child of the 21st century, I should apologize to the CD shop owners of the world, that we sort of ruined that side of the music business. We may all have a music collection 20 times larger than that of our parents back in the day, but we cheated our way there. What with iTunes, and knowing the ropes of free downloading (I mean, what?) we are all totally satisfied in the sounds department.
However.. Our "music collection" isn't really that aesthetically pleasing anymore. Album art is something nobody longer cares about. Nobody cares about the heartfelt thank yous the band writes in the album booklet anymore either. All people seem to care about is the sound, not the story that goes with it.
So, I've started my CD collection. (Again)
Yes, its true, I bring them home, pop them in my laptop, upload them to iTunes, put it back in the case and none really get opened again. But they are there and waiting, all the while collecting dust, to be moved from share house to share house, survive thieving housemates, and the turmoils of storage, and eventually be given to a confused looking future kid, who is ready and waiting to disregard the odd sounding old music saved onto them.
I am going to collect all the music I listen to now in its physical form, and remember that they, although all stupidly talented and deserve all the recognition in the world, are likely to be lost in time too. Lets face it, only a select few live forever.
So my future offspring can hold my dirty old plastic memories in their hands too, and wonder about the dirty old share houses I lived in, the odd clothes I wore, the strange music I listened too, and what I may have been like before them. What an exciting project!
So I guess we've all heard the story the media is loving at the moment about the GASP store on Chapel St right?
I am feeling a tad lazy, and hundreds of people have already told the story on the internet, so no need for me to add to it, so read on up and catch up; http://www.heraldsun.com.au/entertainment/fashion/customer-complaint-email-and-response-by-gasp-clothing-goes-viral/story-e6frf8o6-1226151874005
I am never usually one to jump on the band wagon of mindless, mind-numbing media gossip, but since I work in fashion retail, I have a pretty strong opinion with this little blast, as do a lot!
So here are the things I would like to throw back to you GASP; Your dresses may be different and interesting, this doesn't make them fashion forward. So don't think your above the rest of the world and think your in front of us all in terms of style and trend, just because they are different. I could start making dresses out of minty wrappers and sell them as high end fashion under this theory. And how dare you state that your dresses are "inaccessible to the undesirable"? And here I was thinking we were in the 21st century and social classes were a thing of the past. Excuse me for my forward thinking.
Just because the likes of Kim Kardashian are wearing your dresses, this doesn't make you high end. It's well known fact that brands like you pay celebs to wear your dresses to get the name out. We aren't stupid. (And having an ex-sex-tape-now-famous-for-nothing trash bag wear your clothes doesn't exactly make me want to wear them?!)
Honestly, your dresses are made of polyester. You are just like other trashy brands like GUESS and Juicy Couture. You mark up the price and call yourselves high end, but stock more trash than a Supre warehouse ;)
And lastly, my strongest opinion; Chris, your so called "retail super star" really just didn't do his job now did he?
I work in fashion retail, and although I work in a affordable, high volume store now, I have worked in high-priced-$200-for-a-T-shirt kind of store before too. I've had my fair share of training sessions and inductions.
Correct me if I am wrong but, as a retailer, our job is to SELL. We get taught ways of helping the customer see that our product could benefit them. If they don't like something, we find something they will like. I was taught to go above and beyond for all customers. I was also taught to treat every single customer the same, no matter if they look like a millionaire or a homeless person, because you never know who might have that black AMEX card in their wallet.
This guy basically failed at his job to sell to the girls, so how exactly is he a retail superstar? Are you suggesting he is only capable of selling to people who are easy to sell too? Because that, on the contrary, makes him suck at his job. You sometimes gotta work for it sweetheart! If your good at it, you get there in the end!
That's why music gets me I guess. Tonight I've been listening to a band I have loved since I stumbled across on MySpace at the ripe age of 16; The Spill Canvas.
I am having one of those nights where music just speaks to you. (I think I may feel like this every day?)
So, I thought I would share a few old favorites that stand out tonight;
3685 is, bluntly, a break up song. It explains two people who have ended a loving relationship, and there is nothing toxic and nasty between them, they are simply saying thankyou for the time we spent together, but our time is up and we must be moving forward. Towards the end of the song Nick says he finds a new girl who "easily towers over you" which is a little brutal for a lovely song. But it speaks to me all the same I guess.
I just came out of a four year relationship.
I don't feel the need to get into details tonight, But although the breakup was horrific and I was very heartbroken, in the end, I knew in my heart our time was over. We were very much in love and I like that in the end we could both respect that. I think this is the most beautiful type of break up - one that looks at the time as a wonderful snippet of life shared between two people, and says goodbye, and walks forward as individuals onto bigger and better things.
I still maintain that we were soul mates at the time that we were together. But souls grow up too, and ours grew apart. That doesn't make the time we spent together any less significant.
The Spill Canvas - 3685. Enjoy.
Its as if they are the soundtrack to my life.
When I was in love, I would cry almost every time I heard the next song I am going to post. It had so much meaning to me. This song is about being in love, and how it absolutely rocks you to your core. Being so in love it hurts. In the happy days of my past relationship this is absolutely how I felt, so I could connect to such an intense level.
I have been thinking lately, I don't know if I'll ever feel that intensely again, as it was my first love. So hearing this songs reminds me that it was real.
When people break up, they tend to only focus on the bad that came out in the end. This song takes me back to a time when I had another person who meant so much to me I would have taken a bullet for them. I had a soul mate, and not many people can say they had what we had. You only had to see us together in the early days to know we were best friends in every way. As I said, I know we have grown apart and are no longer perfect for each other, we certainly were each others everything back then, and this song takes me back to that time. Even as I listen to the song now, I find it hard to even explain how in love I was, it was so intense a feeling.
The Spill Canvas - So Much (try not to cry)
(I must stress at this point, that there certainly were ugly points in our breakup, just so when I hop on here later with a massive session about him, which is no doubt inevitable, you are not taken by surprise. Realistically, its my good attitude that got me through and to the appreciative point I am at now) And just for kicks I thought I would add this next one to my post too, so its not all about my egotistic ass of an ex boyfriend. His head doesn't need to be any bigger ;)
The Spill Canvas - Tik Tok (Ke$ha cover)
So there you have it, my favorite band of all time, and a few of their many songs that speak to me on such a deep level, at all stages of my life. (I quite literally had to stop myself at 2, and post the Ke$ha cover because I knew it wouldn't be followed up with a rant about how ticking clocks 'speak' to me!)
Although I live in fear that Triple J will start to play them and then the worst will happen; my teeny boppy clothing store would start to play them alongside other previous underground bands that "used to be cool", but the boys, in particular their front and founding man Nick Thomas, deserve so much more credit than what they get, and if they ever came to Australia, I would make myself available for any candlelit dinners and desert by serenade they would like to accompany me too ;)
Failing that, I would just like to thank them for giving me a constant and beautiful soundtrack to my life. Muchos grazias chicos.
3.09am: I am easily influenced, this is not new news to me.
So after making a new friend who surprised me by listening to music while drifting off to sleep at night, (something I would never have previously done, I need silence!) I thought there must be something in it, and I am open to new experiences in this stage of my life. So on one particularly restless night, I gave it a try.
I haven't looked back.
I must now have more music that I acquire specifically to fall asleep to than anything else. I must have the most relaxing music collection known to man these days.
It started with Gotye's new album (as on said late restless night, it was the only album I had uploaded on my 3 day old macbook) Which was a wonderful first choice, slow soothing electronic sounds were almost hypnotizing me into sleep. It was such a wonderful feeling.
I've moved on to lots of other similar sounds-all soothing, slow and semi-hypnotic. But my favorite drifting off to dreamland music is now Air's Pocket Symphony album. It works a treat. 'Tis true, I detested their silly electronic drooning sounds a few years ago, but having found the time and place for me, I've found a place in my heart and in my playlists for this little french two man marching band.
Blow out your candles, shut your eyes, lay back and have a listen;
For those saying they could never fall asleep to music, and those who fall asleep to the tv sounds every night like I used to, do your sub conscience a favor; On a particularly restless night, put on your most relaxing, undistracting and soothing music, lay back, close your eyes, and let it absorb you. If you don't love it, the channel 10 late news isn't getting cancelled anytime soon.
Good morning. Or night. Depending on how you look at things.
It's 2am, and of course I'm still awake. I am a self confessed night owl, I do all my best thinking and working at night. If only the world operated the same as me I would be a fairly successful person by now, because, although my morning self would grunt and disagree while waiting in line for one of many coffees to keep her going along with the rat race that is the real world, I am actually a really hard worker.
What I find difficult however, in my prime time hours of sitting at home with not much to do, is finding something to throw all my unused effort into. Usually this is something completely bizarre (two nights ago I learned a few phrases in sign language using YouTube clips, just 'cause.)
Thus, a blog.
Although most of these online blogs have a real underlying purpose/theme whether it be fashion, food, photography or a love for yarn (yes, I've come across that last one for real) I have no theme I want to stick to. I just want to share with all the little people who live inside my computer what goes through the head of a 22 year old tiny gypsy, stuck in the city.
I plan to share thoughts, opinions, photos, stories, plans, secrets and maybe even a confession to a love for yarn. If I ever get one.
