Monday, 19 May 2014

I will not grow up... not now... not ever

Trust me. It is.

Anyone who knows me knows that I had a very strong distaste towards growing up- a classic case of Peter Pan syndrome. It’s an actually syndrome I didn’t just make that up, Wikipedia even said so. Unfortunately it’s not listed as a clinically recognized mental disorder, so I can’t skip out on life and go to Baily Henderson.  But the inevitable has occurred… I’m now 18, which under Australian law makes me a legal adult. (Insert ‘witty’ joke about anyone being allowed to turn 18 now). Being a legal adult my first rule of order was to purchase  a car via selling my soul to the finance devil and committing myself to be his slave for the next five years of my crispy, fresh, young life. Along with a pretty little new car comes comprehensive car insurance- what the hell is that right? So next came the countless hours searching and I do mean searching looking over thousands of different options. Do you want window tinting? Will anyone else be driving the vehicle? Where will the vehicle be stored over night? Sell us your first born son and you can have 10% off, now lord I hope I never have a son cause I needed that 10% off.  I’m joking about that last one, I sold my son for 20% off with RACQ. No, all jokes aside I wouldn’t put it past any of them to pull that. It’s a cut throat world out there in insurance land.

Along with becoming 18 I gained some more responsibilities- making your own doctors appointments… WITHOUT your mum coming. I know, I know. What a thought and trust me, sitting in that waiting room I was more worried about talking to this doctor then I was about what could be wrong with me. What if he called my name and I didn’t hear him and I miss my appointment? What if I was here on the wrong day? What if I’m at the wrong doctors and my name never gets called? You may think I’m exaggerating but man, I am not. Those were my 100% real thoughts. 

Oh and also no more being woken up by mum in the mornings anymore, HA what a luxury that was. I’d take ‘NATALIE GET OUT OF BED NOW!’  any day over Samsung’s ‘over the horizon’ . Yeah it’ll be over the horizon cause I’ve bloody thrown it over there.

I might just sound like I’m whining and I am, I’m allowed to. I wasn’t ready to be a grown up and work 38 hours a week only to have all my pay sucked up by the debt vacuum-  and do not even get me started on Suncorp’s little ‘Honor Fee’… wow Suncorp thanks so much for honoring my fee, now you honor me with a $40 fee… Oh no, no, no, no. Naht today Hunnie. Life literally is a vicious cycle, we work to live, and live to work. Ew right. Take me back to four sessions a day, three breaks, and crappy assignments any day. Sure I spent about half of my last year in High School stressing and crying and feeling like I was banging my head against a brick wall that progressively got harder, but at least I had a lot less responsibility in life.

Now I’m going to say something here, and I know for a fact it’s going to break my year coordinators heart I wish I tried harder. Oh god, there it is. Yes, I’ve let myself down- and that’s really all I’ve let down in the end. Myself. I look back now and wish I’d tried a little harder on that Modern History oral in which I allowed myself to have a large giggle and a half at the fact that this guys wife’s name was ‘Bangaragaroo’- sounds like the name of Miley Cyrus’ new album. Or in that Math exam I should have tried harder rather then flipping off the grade 8’s outside my window, at the time I thought I was a comedian (I still am, don’t worry) but now ask me any basic math equation and I wouldn’t have a slight clue. No really I wouldn’t. How sad!   

Yes what I am really saying in this how post is- I’ve grown up, I’m still trying to deny that I’ve grown up, but my responsibilities just keep growing and growing, unlike my bank account that is struggling to keep up.  So next time you’re sitting there dreaming of being 18, going out clubbing, drinking all the time, walking through the bottle-o like you are the bees knees. Just remember- one you probably can’t afford it, two you really can’t afford it, and three the man behind the counter thinks you’re a tosser, give it up. Pick up your four pack of cruisers and get out of there without talking loudly to him about your planned ‘wild night’ remember he thinks you’re a tosser

Somehow I have convinced everyone around me that I’m totally ready to be an adult and I totally love it- woo. 18 is great. See super convincing. While school isn’t for some people, adult life isn’t for me… just yet. 
So I guess I'm a Hipster now

Monday, 8 July 2013

Wise Words

Food for thought

Today whilst on my Tumblr I stumbled upon this quote and found it oh so clever- that I decided I would talk about it in today's post.

Now I'm not going to lie to you all and say that my reputation means little to me and I'm always more concerned with my character and blah blah blah, because like I said that would be a lie.

Coming across this photo has really made me think about what I should focus on more in my life, and it's definitely my character. I believe the character of a person says a hell of a  lot about them!

You build your character from things you learn throughout your life, from your family, friends, television, internet, and thousands of other sources.

Now I like to think my parents did a brilliant job of raising me, so why would I be focused on having a good reputation when I already have a good character. If you have a good character shouldn't you then have a good reputation?

Just a thought to chew on while you ponder about your day :)

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Saturday, 6 July 2013

130 days until Graduation... Well shit.

Peter knew what was up.
Yes my friends, that is correct. 130 days until graduation. That is four months and seven days away. Now that may seem like a long time to some -but to me that is just around the bloody corner.

In the months to come us seventeen and sixteen year olds are supposed to choose the career that we should have for the next fifty or sixty odd years. Now correct me if I'm wrong, but if we aren't even legally allowed to drink how the hell are we supposed to decide our futures now?! I struggle to choose between toast or cereal in the morning let alone whether I want to be a teacher or a nurse!

And while we're taking a moment to be real about our lives lets just talk about the fact that high school has taken zero to nil steps in preparing me for the real world. They're basically sending toddlers out to walk on their own... A sick joke really.

Oh  yes, your school will tell you that 'It's okay you've got plenty of options to choose from when deciding your future'. Hell yeah we do! This is where the saying 'Too much of a good thing' really comes in handy. I mean lets have a look at all our options:

  • University 
  • TAFE 
  • Apprenticeship
  • Traineeship 
  •  Work 
And the list goes on and on. Yes it doesn't look like much but when those options are looked at deeper it can be one hell of a time to try and get your head around it all.

Just go back to the good old days when it was cute when we would constantly change our minds about what it was that we wanted to be when we grew up. I know mine changed all the time- it went from being a Landscaper (Like my parents) to a archaeologist (so I could take my Grandma on trips to Egypt with me) to a veterinarian (because I loved animals) but like everything else in the world I grew up (sorta) and worked out I was too big of a dumb ass for any of those jobs. Lets not get me started on the fact that one test, that every grade 12 student in all of Queensland takes can produce a number that decides if old mate Timmy is going to be a doctor or not. You can bugger right off with that thought.

Come on Queensland Education, why should I have to get an OP of one just to dig some old bones out of the dirt hey?!

Not only do schools expect us to make hard choices about our futures, they assess us on things that we can't use in the real world. Will knowing how to times X and Y really help me pay my rent, Math A? I think not. While yes some classes do give us skills that we will need in life- reading and writing being a good example, but why in grade 12 is it not mandatory to teach an English class how to write a bloody resume? I can tell you now, if my mum wasn't such a switched on women and helped me to write my own resume, I would still be leeching money off of her and dad now... well some leeching still continues to this day...

But that brings me to my next point (Ah, a clinching sentence... English teachers love those) SPOILER ALERT! When you finally finish school you are expected to move out of home... yep that's right kids. I'll just give you a moment to let that sink in... Right now your parents are just thinking about the day when they ship you off to a university or to your own house. Sure they say that they'll miss you and what not... but lets be real they aren't Areosmith, they ain't gonna miss a thing.

Yes, we were tricked into a false sense of security believing that growing up was 'cool' and we just couldn't wait to do it! What the hell were we thinking?! I'll tell you right now if I could go back to my six year old self and tell her one thing, it would be to forget about thinking it will be great to be able to drive a car. Driving a car means two things; registrations and fuel, and those two things mean one thing- a hell of a lot of money! Sure I might just crush my six year old self's soul but hey, saves it from being crushed as a seventeen year old idiot. A lot less drama at six years old.
Mary Darling is one hard Bitch 

Mrs. Darling makes a wonderful point, no matter how much we moan and groan about it growing up is life, and we do just have to get used to it. But I can't be the only one who wishes I was more prepared for the hell hole that is full-time work and paying bills, right?

For now I'm just going to continue to live in blissful ignorance to the fact that in a few months I have to start making some very difficult choices.

In the wise words of J.M Barrie- “If growing up means it would be beneath my dignity to climb a tree, I'll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up! Not me!” 

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A day at the Markets

As my first ever post I was quite excited that I had actually done something eventful for the day, rather than just my usual  routine of roll out of bed, have a shower, eat breakfast, get back into bed and Youtube.

Today we went on a little car trip to the beautiful town of Redcliffe, where we visited the 'Handmade Redcliffe Markets'. Now I'm not going to lie, usually the idea of going to the markets doesn't scream excitement to me, but as today was a lovely day and a break from our on again off again drowsy weather I thought I'd make the best of it.

Once we arrived we were greeted by forty odd stalls of candles, baby clothes, cup cakes, pillow cases, and anything your hand crafted hearts could desire.

 I am sorry about the limited and poor quality photos have to show of the markets. My silly phone makes a 'snapping' noise whenever a photo is being taken, I didn't want people to think I was stealing their ideas! Haha So rather I took what I could on the sly, whilst my sisters covered the sound of the noise through some less then subtle coughing. Which meant I was left with more than a few dodgy looking pictures.

We didn't buy much, but my younger sister and I opted for a pair of cute earrings each from HERE . They are super cute and she has so many different designs and cute things to buy. I know where my next few pay slips will be heading, I'm absolutely in love! Let me say cute one more time just to really sink it in... cute.

After our visit to the markets we all headed for a place to eat. Stumbling upon a little cafe (That will remain nameless due to some less then less than average service) along the water front. After ordering and eating we decided it was time to head back home and relax.

Our little view 

I am hoping to do a post each day just to talk about the little things that I notice throughout my journey to adulthood. 
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