Where the hell have I been?

So it's been a while.

And one thing has dominated my life.

It's not Uni.

Or work.

Or a boyfriend.

It's an illness.

And I don't know what it is.

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Ok, so I wrote this back in September. And that's as far as I got before I stopped.

It's now late November and I know exactly what it was that was dominating my life. And it continues. 

I found out in October that I have Crohn's Disease and to say I'm struggling with it, would be an understatement. 

I've decided to start a new blog that will go through my journey with Crohn's which I may or may not link. Probably not though. 

I will keep this blog alive however. I figured this would still be a great place to vent and sing away from my new responsibilities. And maybe when I'm not so dominated by what I'm going through I'll be able to write on here more. 

Though don't give up on me. I may continue to write regardless - Christmas is coming up and I wouldn't be turned off from writing about this movie again. 

In the time that I have had this blog I have wracked up 1200 or so page views - which isn't so bad considering I tripe on about nothing. 

Anyway, I couldn't leave the post I started in September unfinished. And I owed the people who might actually read this for some reason an explanation to where I had gone. 

You may also notice I'm called Crohnserella now and not the old DayDreamer - you can thank the new blog for that. 

Crush on the (Barista) Boy

Bah, such a cliché. It's so overdone, it's wrong. 

But unfortunately over these past months, I've formed a bit of a crush on the boys that work in the new coffee place that resides in my shopping centre. 

Now while I love coffee, it's not something I drink on the daily. I only have it when I go out with friends to catch-up. 

Around October of last year, a new place moved into the shopping centre where I pretty much live. It's close to our house and...well you know the story - it's our life and it's our shopping centre - naw! 

It was the perfect place to catch-up with friends. But I admit, I wasn't too excited about moving from our old place. 

That was until I saw the baristas. They. Are. Gorgeous. 

When I walked in I understood why be friend wanted us to go there. 

 
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And we've been going there ever since. 

Fast forward to today - that's around eight months - the closest conversation I have had with one of the guys there was my order and a 'thank you'. 

My friend however,  talks to them all the time - she has no problem striking up conversations, asking them questions, making them smile and laugh. 

I stand there and look like a weird gnome - it's embarrassing. 

Despite me not knowing them - at all - I still think that one of them (I don't know which one...yet) would make a great boyfriend for me. 

Just need to start making conversations with them first.

And on Thursday, I tried. 

My friend and I went into the cafe after the rush, when there was hardly anybody in there. After my friend sat down, I stayed talking to a guy about....cronuts. 

You know, the crosseint mixed with a doughnut - or something like that. 

It went well - I managed to have a conversation without looking like a total idiot. 

I just have to do it again now....wish me luck! 

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I should not have said that, I should not have said that!!

I blame my heart - the fuel of my emotions that uses the veins in my body to pump those wild feelings around. 

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Have you ever said something to someone that you probably shouldn't have? 

And has that person been a tall, dark and handsome man you've had your eye on at Uni, work, the cafe? And by some miracle he actually started talking to you and you (sort of) know each other now? 

You have on and off conversations and when the ball is dropped, and you're no longer talking to the tall, dark and handsome (not so much) stranger; you begin to think how you can pick up this ball and throw it in his direction; he'll catch it, and hooray - you have yourself a date. 

Then you've got it!

Something that will make you look like a hilarious goddess that no man can refuse. Something that says 'hey, I'm a great person' while at the same time looks seductively at you with those 'come hither' smoulder eyes. 

You're thinking

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So, in that moment of egotistical euphoria you say/send the thing that was oh-so-hilarious. 

And then your heart freezes and your blood runs cold and you immediately think....

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Something that sounded oh-so-funny and witty at the time is now the dumbest, lamest thing you could have ever said and the tall, dark, handsome (not so) stranger will run for the hills. 

This is when you start freaking out; your heart starts pumping those emotions like crazy and you go wild and you want to scream (but you can't!) so you log off your computer, run away from your desk and start hyperventilating in the corner of your bedroom. 

At least that is what I did - just then. 

I may (or may not - ok well obviously I did) have sent a message to a guy I've been crushing on for weeks. 

As soon as I sent the message - what should have been a hilarious surprise for his Facebook inbox -  I covered my eyes with my hands, started crying, logged onto Blogger and started typing this. 

I'm too scared to log onto Facebook again. 

What if he didn't reply?

What if he did??!! 

I'm a wuss - you know this already. You must. 

* 

I logged onto Facebook - and he seems to think that I'm actually hilarious. He got the gist of the joke and in his reply kept it going - whoo! 

So I replied again....with an even more hilarious come back.....wait; no!!! 

Here it goes again.....oops. 

When everyone moves forward and you're just standing there.

Today I found out some delightful news - my friend has won the internship in Sydney that she has been crossing her fingers all weekend to get. She'll be in Sydney for a month and she's over the moon. 

I have another friend who's going great guns at uni and will soon be travelling, exploring the world. 

One of my only single friends got a boyfriend a couple of weeks ago. 

And another close friend is off to join the RAAF in a couple of months. 

I'm so happy for them all - really. 

But as I sit here and reflect on my life: 

- I haven't travelled anywhere 

*inhale* 

- I have no boyfriend 

*exhale* 

- Uni is much the same. So is work 

*inhale* 

- I have no idea what I'll be doing after Uni 

*hyperventilating* 

Have you ever felt like that? When everyone's life is moving forward and you're...stuck. I thought I had a lot of good things going for me - that my life was getting back on track and soon things will be amazing and so will I. 
But it's not happening at the same time as everyone else. 

I'm freaking out and upset that I will end up being the pathetic friend who nothing happens to. 

#pityparty. 

Suspenders and Ties - a friend's 21st

So tonight I'm going to a friends 21st birthday party. 

Her theme is suspenders and ties. 

Here's my rundown about the con's and pro's about this theme: 

Cons: 

No dress or skirt for me. I'll look like a man wearing my work pants out to a social event. 

I do not own suspenders - thus I must go out and buy some. 

I'll need to balance the theme while trying to look sexy at the same time. Hm, could be tricky. 

Did I mention I'll look like a man with that oufit on? 

Pros:

When do I ever get an excuse to wear a tie, let alone suspenders. New outfit. 

- ok that might be the only pro - oh, wait here's another...

I don't have to shave my legs. I will; but they don't have to be perfect. 

While I'm looking forward to the party, there's some things that I'm worried about - cause you know, I worry about everything. 

COUPLES!! Couples, couples everywhere! Let's spot the single chick...oh wait, there she is, in a tie and suspenders ha ha. *If they're abiding by the dress code, all chicks will be wearing these accessories however. 

DORKY DANCING!! Yep, it's been held where my friend likes to dorky dance. Cue the old people, the mediocre band and lame dancing. 

LITTLE ALCOHOL CONSUMPTION!! Despite it being a 21st, and considering the place it's being held, I don't think much drinking is going to go down....urgh. 

NONE OF MY CLOSER GROUP ARE GOING!! While I love my girl who's turning 21, none of my regular group are going, so I'll be hitting it up solo. 

However these can be turned into positives: 

I'M HITTING IT SOLO!! No boyfriend or friends to keep an eye on. I'm happy to just look out for myself, get conversations rolling, catch-up with old friends/acquaintances be confident and happy and just hang out and meet new people. 

LAUGH AT MYSELF DOING DAGGY DANCE MOVES!! While I will no doubt be seriously embaressed by my dance moves the following morning - at the time, I should relax, have fun and just dance my night away. Hopefully everyone else will too. 

Despite some hesitations, I am looking forward to tonight. I know it probably won't be the best night ever, but I shouldn't preconceive that it won't.  

I'll make sure I tell you all about it soon. 

<3 

Living the Single Life....All my Life.

Soon I'll be 21. 

And over the past week I've been reminiscing about the life I have so far lead. 

It's not too shabby I think but one thing has gotten to me. 

I've never been in a relationship. 

Ever. 

It's not so much as 'I've never been in a relationship' that's gotten to me, it's more that no guy (on this earth!) has thought, or said in so many words - "Daydreamer, you're amazing, I think you're wonderful and I want to share that with you."  

Fuck it - "Wanna go on a date?" would do. 

Or even a spontaneous kiss to show me would also suffice. 

I know I'll only be 21, but for me that's old. Watching friends go in and out of relationships at school, developing from school yard crushes to serious relationships, casual flings to girlfriend/boyfriend - I'm feeling left out. Again. 

Today I posted a cover photo on my Facebook page about being single - hello Bridget Jones, which numerous people liked. Even one person commented 'typical'. 

That's when it hit me; I'm known (not only by my friends, but everyone else that knows me - even a little bit) as the single girl. 

People in my life are used to me being single and it is common knowledge I'm always available and no person has seemed interested. I'm always just...single. 

I believe that if I actually managed to be in a relationship there would be people who wouldn't know how to handle it. It's unnatural for me to be with another human being in that way. 

I don't help the situation; I'm constantly complaining, making jokes, letting the world know that I'm single - either as a good thing or bad. 

The closer I get to my birthday the more I'm starting to believe no prince is going to come into my life. 

Surely it would be easier to give up and except the inevitable than to keep caring. Because when I care, I just end up getting hurt. 

When if my prince charming (in whichever form he takes) comes along; you guys will be the first to know. 

<3 

Getting to Old for Clubbing - Wha?

Last night I went out clubbing with a couple of mates. 

I hadn't been since November so I was psyched to let my hair down and be wooed by randy, drunk men. 

I drank too much, danced terribly and pushed my way through crowds of people to get more drinks and do more dancing. 

Then it hit me - 

It's always the same. 

The same places, the same vibe, the same everything. And I was getting bored with it. 

But it wasn't the same. 

- No longer do I appreciate a grope from behind by a guy I don't know/can't see and how doesn't know (or care) who I am. 

- I'm questioning the ages of some of the men in the club, thinking they look way to young to be on a night out; even though I'm only 20 myself. 

- My brain goggles don't seem to be working as well as they used to (or maybe I've become more stuck-up) and the calibre of men nowadays wasn't as good as when I was 18. 

- While I'm a free, happy, innocent soul, who hasn't had a bad one might stand with a random club goer, the same cannot be said for some of my friends; so drinking alcohol and being in a club setting, brings back the shame and regretful feelings and instead of being happy, go-getters - they turn to depressed, shameful cherubs - who don't dance, smile and are known to cry on occasion. The clubbing mood hasn't been the same since. 

- I feel more like a babysitter now, than a young adult having a fun night out. Most of this is due to the point above. 

- Money, money, money; every time I reach for that plastic and paper my heart cries a little.

- Smaller group. When I was younger, we used to grab everyone I know, and we'd all head out - about 5 or more of us. Nowadays it's never more than three, and it's not as fun when there's not as many as you. 

For the last few times I've gone clubbing (or even just out to a pub) I've come away with more negatives than positives. 

Maybe I'm starting to get too old for that scene. Or maybe (shock horror) I've become too mature for that type of crap. 

Next time (if there is one) I'll stick to playing pool in the corner instead - yeah, I think that's a good idea.  

A wanna be a festival chick

Here's my confession; I'm 20 and I've never been to a music festival. 
I know; it's pathetic. 
I should have been to many local festivals by now and at least gone to one interstate festival. But to my dismay I have not. 
Apart from the times when I never left the house, did or went anywhere (thanks depression years) I don't exactly have friends who charge at the idea of festivals. 
I'm not sure if I do either. 
Anything over 30 degrees Celsius for me is balmy and I start to melt. 
I'm a short woman and being pit deep next to shirtless men isn't exactly my ideal day either. 
I also cannot stand crowds and I know if I get caught in a mosh pit I will hyperventilate. 
So why do I want to go? 
I feel as though it's a rite of passage for young people these days. Whether I like it or hate it, going to as least one festival, to only say that I've been to one I feel is important. 
I know it might be strange but I feel like I'm missing out. By not having been to a festival before, I feel as though I'm not partaking in something that young people do and love. 
So my plan is to go to a festival this year - in April. 
It's a national tour that comes to my town, and I would love to go. I can afford it and while Uni will still be on at that point, I think it's something my friends and I can juggle - it's only one day after all. 

I just need to convince my friends to go now. :/ 

Writing Motivation

Once Uni is done for the semester I'll write more. Every day. 

This is what I tell myself when Uni is busy, I'm busy and I feel like I haven't got time to write. Then when Uni does finish up I find myself doing everything but writing. 
I've gotten myself into a rut and I need to get out of it. 

So I made a new years resolution. 

I am to write 1,000 words everyday. It can contribute to any story I'm writing but it has to go towards stories I want to see published one day and one day soon. It doesn't have to be good, it just needs to be on the page. I find myself coming up with all these stories in my head, working them all out there and by the time I try and put pen to paper I've burnt out and the story no longer interests me. 

I know 1,000 words is not a lot. But that's ok. I don't want myself to be overwhelmed by the idea and this gives me room to work and do Uni and everything else. I'm not also constricted to 1,000 if I'm on a roll, have found motivation or simply (though this seems unlikely at the moment) just want to write for....fun? 

And there's my problem. I've put pressure on myself to write. I look at myself as a writer. I feel as though I should have books out by the time I graduate. That the degree I've chosen to do means nothing if I'm not writing, reading, or at least working towards my goal - a published book. 

That's another thing - I'm not reading either. It's another thing I must do if I have any chance of writing something that's half decent. The problem is I'm all about finding the problem but not solving it. Here's hoping that my resolution of writing will lead me to a more positive writing path. 

Once I have a story in my head, it must be written down. There's no solving it out in my head first otherwise I'll get bored when it comes to writing it down. At least that's how I feel. 

On another note; I hope you all have a lovely new year (though where I am it's the 2nd already so my party mood has well and truly gone) and 2014 brings you all the best.  

Here's to NOT going overseas!!

For the past two years I've watched as my friends have said Adieu to Australian soil and stepped forth into lands beyond. 
Whether it was the UK, Europe, America, NZ, the tropical islands, with bags packed and smiles on their faces (and pictures all over their facebook) their horizons broadened and so did they. 

Unfortunately, with my feet firmly planted in my backyard I have remained the same. I have no tales of the land beyond, I haven't discovered anything new and I'm not one to go to for travel advice. 

Travelling is always something I've wanted to do - And I have a few places in mind. However due to financial drought, a run-out of friends, University - not to mention the dark time in my life when I literally did nothing, saw no one and wanted to kill myself - travelling is something that had to take a back seat. 

When people were saving up for a trip, I was crying my eyes out and slowly wilting my life away (yeah, sad story, bro). Now I'm in  the stage of my life where I'm saving my dough for the beyond, however the people around me already have that money saved and are rushing around the world before I can say 'wait for me!'

I'll be honest, it sucks to be the only one not travelling  - while that's not true, it certainly feels like it. I even have some friends that are going overseas for the second time ;'( <- crying!! 

There's nothing I can do about it. All I have to do is focus on myself, save up and hopefully (one day) I can be the one exploring new seas.

Sorry, it's been a while + a Merry Christmas to all

So 100 apologies. 
It's been a while since I've written anything and the posts have been quite meagre pickings. 
I have been busy though. 

I've planned (somewhat) how I'm going to end (what would have been) my last year of uni. I've now added an extra semester to the degree, so I'll be there even longer now. 

It's the Christmas season - and I work in retail. Need I say more. 

My dog of 16 1/2 years passed away. My beloved friend, pet and dog who has been in my life since I was four, passed away a couple of weeks ago. I have hardly written anything since it happened - not even in my journal about her passing. 

My other dog had an operation - we're also waiting for test results to see whether a growth on his eye may or may not be cancerous. 

It's hot - and I mean really hot here - that means I've hardly needed to lift a finger before I pass out of exhaustion. 

I want to wish my readers (though I doubt they follow me anymore lol) a merry Christmas and a merry Christmas to all of you out there as well. 

Because of the recent events that have happened within my family, we're hardly paying attention to the Christmas-y lifestyle and hardly recognise that it's only a couple of days away. Hopefully when it comes down to the day we enjoy the events we have planned. 

x0x 
I'll talk after the Christmas hubbub has died down. 

Games Master Challenge - My First Year

Hello, Friends! 

It's been 16 months since I joined Neopets - the online virtual pet website full of games, fun and awesomeness. 
Around 27 minutes ago the Games Master Challenge - a site event - finished up for another turn. 
For the first time I decided I would join. 
This time it was between Sun and Moon - and the leaders/worlds that took part were of no interest to me (hello Team Tyrannia). 
To compete, you need to pick a team. Seeing as I don't like Summer AKA sun, I decided to go with team Moon. 
The Games Master Challenge involves the participants to compete in certain challengers over seven days. 
The team you pick determines the games you play and there's usually a theme. 
The only games I usually play on Neopets are the card games - I love them ha ha. 
Card games aren't a part of the Challenge. 
To say I struggled a little bit was an understatement - I didn't have a mouse for 6 out of the seven days (which is needed for some games), I started on day three of the Challenge and most games  I hadn't even heard of, let alone played them. 
But I loved the comp! 
There was a board that you could go to, to talk about challenges, team comradery and to help each other out - which is great to see. 
After you win a challenge they reward you with prizes - I really wanted to win the snow background which was achievable if you completed a game challenge - which I didn't achieve, so that was sad.
Did I mention that Team Moon won :) very exciting to be on the winning team, and I'm loving the trophy which has been added on my page lookup - yay :) 
I played about 40 games in total - I succeeded in half the challenges. 
And I received a Games Master 3 Trophy - which is pretty alright, considering my...ahem, skill (or lack thereof). 
Next time I see a Games Master Challenge (I think it's every so often, but not sure exactly when) I'll definitely join again. 
If you play Neopets let me know if you joined this time round. 
Love to hear from you. 

Go team Moon - and well done to all participants. 

Womanhood Milestone

Today my body and I reached a milestone. 

Ten years today (well around this time - well this month ten years ago) I got my period. 

I have had my period for a decade! 

I know for others this will not a be an exciting post, and seeing as I haven't written in ages, I know you deserve something better. And when Uni is finished I will come back and write something with substance - I swear. I already have some post ideas lined up. 

But this post is all about my little achievement and that I'm really excited about this. I know it sounds weird. 

Seeing as we still have a society where women still feel the need to hide a normal bodily function; from men, friends, family and themselves. And seeing as this time of the month on any other occasion would suck!, I thought I'd bring some light to the world and happily announce to you all my milestone with my body. 

Here's a cat. 

And a round of applause if you got the innuendo there :) 

Speedo Warrior has Won. Someone Get me Out of Here!

The Australian election has come and gone. 
For overseas people, the idea that a campaign could run for 6 weeks seems like too long. For Australians, we couldn't agree more. 
As an Australian, I can't even say there was a campaign; all the parties really did was bag out each other, made promises they don't have money for, and kept their real ideas behind closed doors. 
It was a sad thing to watch. 
Finally yesterday Australian's could put pencil to paper and with only a couple of minutes of their time, make a decision that could impact the rest of the country for another four years. 
I voted :D well, you have to here, but I honestly love voting. There's something about getting your say on how you will live and run your life (on a national scale) that is very empowering. 
So we all voted.
And it seems that Australian's voted with their eyes closed. 

With every fibre in my body, do I regret to inform you, that my new Prime Minister, the man who will be running my country, is this man...

thank you to the Herald Sun. www.heraldsun.com.au

Tony Abbott and his team now get to screw the Australian people over with his traditional ideals, spending cuts and home wrecking policies. 

It's only been a few hours since it was announced and already people are getting ready for the cyclone that is The Liberal Party. 

If you can't tell, I'm a tad disappointed with this new government. 

Personally I'm worried about my education - University cuts are soon to ensue, 

and with the Canberra economy predicted to reach a recession, I'm worried for my job as well. 

It is predicted that 12,000 public servant jobs will be scratched - both my parents, plus other family members work in the public service. 

Liberal announced cuts on age care - something either of my grandparents will be able to handle. 

And there's more to come. 

Holy crap, I'm actually scared. 

What worries me most though, is when Abbott goes overseas and talks with other world leaders. 

He has the political grace of a elephant on ice-skates. 

Australia is going to look like the dumbest country ever. 

Maybe I should move to New Zealand.....

Seeking Shelter at the Hipster Bar

Despite my small town, we have more than a few places that cater for the Hipster crowd. 
One of these is known simply as the Hipster Bar - I've mentioned the place in certain posts before. 
On Saturday I went there again. 
It was 11 O'clock. Waiting for other friends to show up, the Pixie and I decided to go to the Hipster Bar and relax before we meet up with the rest of the group. 
The place was crowded. Full of dirty Hipsters. Blah. 
And for the first time I actually saw a band there. I have no idea what they were called and all the members were too old to have a crush on...so I paid little attention. 
Then we got a text from the rest of the group and we left. 
We went to a more mainstream, popular bar where you get groped while you dance and have little room to move. I was ready to dance, but an awkward encounter from an ex-best friend had me running out of that bar like a little five year old. 
I needed to go somewhere where that little skank would never be seen dead in. 
I sought shelter. 
At the Hipster Bar. 
For Christ sakes, even the band was still playing!
So there I sat as I watched the band play, with a Hipster Chick with a brunette afro danced with a skinny guy that was hardly male - even now I'm still not sure. 
We clapped at the end of each song and eventually the band left. 
I sat with The Pixie, who kindly ran after me when I caught my eyes on the ex-best friend skank. 
The Bar was warm, cosy, people (no matter how weird they seemed) laughed, talked, no judging or criticising. Guys were only coming onto me at a distance. I liked hanging out there. 
Oh Holy Jesus. 
 I refuse to call this place my hangout. I don't want to be a hipster! I know I'm not - and judging by the outfit tastes of me compared to the fair maidens on Saturday - I don't think they'd call me one either. 
it does worry me that when I was upset and drunk in confusion, that's the place I wanted to go. 
Is this a Hipster Transformation in progress? 

...nah! 

My Fantasies are getting Wayyyyy out of Control.

From as young as I can remember (well at least from year 5, anyway) I have lived my love life in fantasy. 
Being a nerdy, ugly, shy, funny child and teenager meant that boys didn't exactly come knocking on my door. At all. 
So, to make up for my lacking (or non-existent) love life I daydreamed it in my head. 
When I was younger, it was of boys from my school. It never left the school yard and usually involved the same guy for a long period of time; I had limited choices. 
I got to High School and while my fantasies stayed in the school community, a wider choice of guys meant I could be more fickle with my crushes and my, well...err, "boyfriends". 
Then it started to spread into the world of Hollywood - celebrities galore! Hooray! I remember I

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had the biggest crush on Max Benitz who played Midshipman Calamy in Russell Crowe's Master and Commander. It literally lasted for years....even thinking about it now......OK Daydreamer, come back to reality girl! 
As I grew older my needs became more dire and the same fantasy grew old very quickly. 
I had different fantasies all over the place. People I knew, celebrities, people I'd make up, book characters, my "ideal" man, etc. 
Then I grew up. 
Sort of. 
I still fantasise. In fact I do it more than ever. 
Instead of outlandish events that would never happen, with guys that are way out of my league/don't know I exist/ too young/old; the guys in my fantasies became more realistic. They became men. Real men that I could have a relationship with. 
I started dating myself, had a better idea of what relationships involved and just basically became an adult about these things. 
They weren't all the time (because, you know, as a young female it can literally take up ALL of your day) and they were in moderation. 
Recently though I'm finding I'm getting more outlandish with my fantasies again. Not good. 
A few weeks ago I discovered this small town band - they're from my town actually, and I even know people who are friends with the band members. 
One of these said band members is quite the attractive fellow, and these past weeks have found me daydreaming about this guy and how great he is. And more importantly, how great we'd be as a couple. 
I haven't even met the guy. 
It's starting to get bad. 
The band has a YouTube channel, which hasn't been updated in over a year. But they'd find an increase in their video views. My bad. 
Don't get me wrong, I love their music but I know I wouldn't be watching it if he wasn't in it. 
So it's begun again. Daydreamer's wild, out there fantasies about love have taken over once more. 
I think I'll need a guy in one of my Uni classes to sweep me off my feet instead. 
That will never happen though. 
Not in real life anyway....

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Midnight Drives and Responsible Decisions.

Last night I was invited to go for a midnight drive with one of my mates. 
Not a 'makin' mayhem' type of drive where the passengers are up to no good - this was a 'need to get out of the house and the situation I'm in drive' where we go to a location and relax; no rough housing at all. 
Luckily for me (though I didn't know this at the time) I had Uni in the morning, it was cold and to be honest, I really didn't want to go. So I declined. 
I declined despite I knew that there would be a special guest. 
So there was my friend (the driver), a mutual friend of ours - and the guest; a man friend of the driver, who (she made clear) was very single. 
Despite my cat-like curiosity I stayed home and today messaged her about how it went. 
The guest didn't go - after I was going she told him not to bother. OK definitely a set up situation. 
I wasn't up to coyness so I asked who he was. She told me. 
Now I've never met him personally and there was a reason why:
Not only is he an ex of the setter-upper-er, he's a douche (took her on dangerous car rides (go figure)) and a complete bogan/country arse. 

She tried to set me up with him!? 

Not only was a receiving her leftovers but she knew what he was like and that we would be TOTALLY wrong for each other in absolutely every way. 

I think there's something more going on here - there's no way she though we would actually date or that I would even consider him - it just wouldn't happen. 
I'm now starting to doubt her motives. 
Like some screwed over, retired spy - urgh. there's something wrong with me. 

I always thought being set up by a friend would be exciting, fun and he'd be my perfect match. But this was wrong on so many levels. 
I'm super glad I didn't go on last nights drive; I hate to think how I would have taken it at the time (over the computer was bad enough). 

She's not one of my favourite friends - she's full of drama and melodramas over everything. She only hangs out with me and a guy friend of ours. Our other friends are smart enough to keep their distance - maybe I should do the same. 

Thank God I have Uni to distract me. 

I Must be a Jinx! Or Have one Near Me

So in my earlier post today (I'd put a link up but I'm too annoyed) I talked about how I was going out tonight.  
I do this all the time. I plan things, I get excited about things, I imagine it in my head, I talk about it, I think about it and it takes up my whole day/week/s. 
Obsessive? Hey, I'm a daydreamer - dreaming is what I do.
Then, like some sort of jinx, the outing gets cancelled. 
Cue the excuses:
"I'm too tired,"
"Uni is busy,"
"I have musical rehearsals,"
"I have work,"
All I hear is "blah, blah, blah" and "don't want to hang out with you Daydreamer." 
I know it's nothing personal - shit, I hope it isn't, but it totally sucks to be turned down by everyone because of one reason or another. 
I'm devastated. 
And I think I have the right to. I was looking forward to go out, we haven't gone out in ages and this was our one night to go out before Uni started and everything. 
But it's not happening. 
Once again I have to get used to not going out, staying in and making plans on my own. Like some loney loner. Ergh. 

Open a bottle of wine guys. It's going to be a long night. 

Post Before Uni Starts and I Get too Busy to Write

Hey People. 
This week is O Week for my Uni, so it starts real soon. With work and whatever else I have on, I'm starting to wonder when I'll have time to sit down and write - with anything, not just this blog. 
I thought then, that I should write a quick post before I put my nerd glasses on and hit the books. 
So what to write about? 
A few things come to mind: 

The first is that I'm going out tonight :D yay. I would be more excited if two people hadn't of bailed. I get the feeling that the others will as well and I'll be stuck at home drinking cider and watching Bridget Jones' Diary under my bed covers. 

Second was the news story about the two Canadian boys killed by a giant python. I don't want to dwell on such a horrific story (if you wish to take a look you can view the story by clicking this text) but I was shocked to find out that the snake was *quote news reader* "destroyed". I couldn't understand how they could kill a snake for doing what a snake does. If anything the handler should have been 'destroyed' for being so stupid and reckless. 

Thirdly there's Uni. Unit Outlines are out, classes are sorted, and we go back next week. I'm both excited and nervous! I know I freak out about everything and when I get back into the swing of things it will get better, but for now I'm freaking out! 

Neopets is my most used tab. Not exactly an exciting fourth topic to talk about, yet for me it kind of is. It's overtaken Facebook and Gmail (which has held the top spot for months now) which I thought could never happen. That shows how addicted I've become to the game! 

Er, I think that's about it for now. 
I don't know when I'll be posting again (though now I've said that, it will probably be tomorrow) but hopefully I wont be gone for too long and there will be a post occasionally through Uni semester. 

<3 Daydreamer. 

A Day Without Running Water - It Had Me Clogged.

Yesterday I had quite a few things happen. 
1) My Brother went on retreat for school. 
2) My Mum went into hospital for surgery. 
3) I was left home alone as Dad assisted Mum in the hospital and I was left with the dogs and cats. 

Around 12 I decided to have a shower. I turned the tap on, realised I forgot something so I turned the tap off. But the water kept flowing! 
My shower tap was broken, and with no way of fixing it (even if I could) the water had to be turned off. 
I ran around my house in a panic before I got my stuff together, went out the front and turned the water off at the main. 
The shower stopped shooting water everywhere and I was able to take a closer look. 

I had no idea what I was looking for or what I was doing. Finally Dad came home. 
He tried to fix it but he only had a certain amount of time before he had to go back to the hospital again. 

With the shower still broken, the water main had to stay off. If it got turned back on, the water would come gushing out of the shower again - not good. 

While Dad was home, we turned the water main on, filled up some jugs, pots and had some water in a 'rationed supply' which I had to look after. 

At first not having water didn't affect me. 
But throughout the day it started to take its toil. 

You would go to wash your hands and the water would be unavailable,
no rinsing dishes, 
the dishwasher couldn't work, so dishes and cups were rationed,
can't flush the toilet,
water for the cats and dogs were now a priority, 
I didn't drink any water yesterday due to running out,
brushing your teeth at night time was a struggle,
no shower. 

I could turn the water main on when we ran out and filled the jugs and pots again - but it was a pain and every second that main was on - water was gushing out (waste) through the shower. 

All of a sudden, I started to realise how much I take easy water access for granted. Little day to day things that aren't thought about were now in the spotlight because water was rationed.  

I know this sounds like a First World Problem - and yeah, I guess it is. 
But this isn't what the post was supposed to be about. 

Having no running water (only for a day) made me realise how much I take it for granted. 
It's now fixed and the first thing I did was make myself a big glass of water - healthy! And my needed headache really needed it. 
Though I should of taken a shower instead.