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I should be fine. On paper, life looks perfect. I’m anticipating thrilling adventures, a (fingers crossed) big win on the Melbourne Cup and tonight I’m getting dressed up as a hippie. See? What’s not to like?

But I’m feeling kind of overwhelmed. Cue dialogue from ’10 Things I Hate About You’…

Not “I woke up and just realised I have Lindsey Lohan’s lips” kind of overwhelmed, but enough to make me ancy. Enough for me to wake up in a bath of sweat after having nightmares each night. Enough for me to make me want to eat more chocolate then should really be allowed. Enough for everyday to feel like a bad hair day, for none of my clothes to feel like they’re matching, to feel like I’m floundering when I should be in control. I know I’m sooking, that I really have no problems. That I have friends who buy me pale purple nail polish. I have a steady job. I live in an amazing place. I have dual citizenship, which means I get shorter queues at airports.  Which makes me feel guilty AND ancy. Do you ever feel that way too?

I’m blaming the report writing season. I’m blaming the amount of things I need to get done. I’m hoping that a good does of sunshine, fake tan and tonight’s fancy dress party will cheer me up (How can I be sad about the prospect of my best friend’s backyard transformed into a hippy harem?  Especially when their will be lollies and canoli???’)

So I plan to go to the hairdresser, eat fruit, match up my outfits the night before and put on a happy face. Here’s to hoping.

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Whenever we are bored, my friends and I discuss what our lives would be like if we were celebrities.

In this game, we do our normal jobs, live in our normal homes and hang with our usual crew, however we are world famous. (We make the rules, because you can do that in your own games, although the whole notion is kind of weird since we wouldn’t have any reason to be famous if we did what we do now, but that’s beside the point).

I like to think that in my own fame game, I would be less trashbag Lilo famous and more cool, down to earth but none-the-less A-List famous (I’m thinking Natalie Portman/Reese Witherspoon etc).

I do love my hair like this...

I’d be pretty busy, what with my regular appearances on late night chat shows, guest editorials with Vogue and partying it up with Hugh Jackman and my fellow home-town girl Cate Blanchett, but I’d still make time to do some regular jaunts down to the beach with my friends. Of course, it would be hard to escape the paps down there.             What would the headlines make of random dodgy hook-ups at the Conti nightclub or days spent crusing in convertables with my friend’s boyfriends? My addiction to beachside home made gelati might spark crash diet rumours and my escapades dancing under the influence would ensure that Who & New Weekly would have me in rehab before Winter is out.

Perhaps my 2010 plans to flee the country and chase, haphazardly and crazily, after my dreams may be seen as a ‘BIG RISK’ (and some people I know see it). They would probably think I was running away from my troubles (which I’m not. As  Uncle Remus says in ‘Song of the South’, “You can’t run away from your troubles. There ain’t nowhere that far”). Or maybe just that I was a girl in search of more bits of the world.

Would the stuff I do for charities be seen as awesome? Giving back is the new black’ etc. (I once used this as a pick up line at a Charity ball…It worked, much to my amusement. Although we were both wasted…)

The perks would be many (free clothes, goodie bags, dinners with Oprah, tickets to premiere events, my own range of gluten free yet edible pastries). Although I guess I should be thankful that in real life, no one important is going to judge me when I am vicariously copying the style of a celeb or talking to my little fish bottle of soy sauce when it threatens to fall on my sushi. But it’s still fun to think about.

Plus, my best friend TOTALLY is the spitting image of Drew Barrymore. So I’m basically famous already.

xx

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