Ready for take-off

12 days! Eeek! My excitement is just kinda overwhelming right now, finally, FINALLY I'm venturing overseas to places far more exciting than the occasional cruise across the trans Tasman.. something I've wanted to do for so long and now it's only twelve miraculous-but-still-annoyingly-just-out-of-my-reach days away. It goes: Barcelona, Paris, London!

I think I'll lose my soul somewhere along the way...

While dad watched the footy full blast...

I was randomly cruising the internet, doing nothing in particular, just Googling it up and somehow I ended up browsing food art. Brilliant!

              

 

Summer storms and moon dancing.

Call me crazy but you know what I miss the most right this moment? Sitting in the middle of a summer storm at night. I love the rain and I love the adrenalin a storm gives me but I also love the warmth of a balmy breeze. The smell of rain mixed with the scent of watermelon juice running down my hands. 

I can picture it now, moon dancing in the summer rain... ahhhh perfect.

In love.

I've come to the realization that I am, in fact, in love. And no, it's not what you think. I'm in love with music... I find myself looking forward to train rides just so I can plug in my earphones for that half hour morning and evening music love making session, driving the long route home so I can have more time with my car stereo, becoming socially inept with my family because I'd rather sit in my room listening to my ipod than ramble to them. I take my ipod with me everywhere just in case there's a chance I can listen to it. It's got to the point where I'm losing sleep over it, no seriously, I try not to fall asleep until after I listen to that song, no wait, this one... stay.. awake.. one more....

I'm not even sure my stream of consciousness involves words anymore, just tunes and melodies.. and if there are words, they're not mine.

All signs of an addiction... is there a music addict anonymous group? But baby, if love is wrong then I don't want to be right.

Grandma Fridays

Once again it's a Friday night and I find myself having another one of those "grandma effort" nights. I could easily shack up in pj's, hot chocolate and dvd's or a good book. Give me a Doris Day movie marathon any time! A recurring thought lately? "I can't wait for retirement", and I'm only 21, the thought is both depressing and beautiful.

Clearly I'm being overworked. Time for a holiday :)
This calls me.