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*Inspired by one of Mollie’s posts…

Almost 24, yet safe and secure in the knowledge that:

I am taking advantage of the period in my life when I can still eat chocolate for breakfast. It’s ok to still have your friends over and part take in play fights, involving hair pulling and a very queasy tummy after jumping around too much following the consumption of Thai take-away. I can still get away with talking like I am 15. Like, totally just get away with it. I’m on the precipice of a time when it’s acceptable to buy tissues because they have Hannah Montana on the packet.

Degrees: Check. Job: Check.

My friends and I have reached a suitable age when we can criticise teen fashion (white socks over leggings? Hello?!) but still follow them if we find said fashions to be of a superior class (Headbands? Yes!) I’m still young enough to plan and dream about stupid schemes and dreams, which still have a remote possibility of coming true (live in a Northern NSW treehouse? Sure, why not. Marry a Prince I will meet at a bar, a la Princess Mary and become future Queen of European country? Hell yes! Work for a fashion magazine? Look after native animals at my house? Have an organised filing system in my classroom? Be on ‘Dancing with the Stars’? Shack up with Hamish Blake? Dare to dream…)

Saturdays are for spending the morning in pajamas, eating overpriced salads for lunch and dancing all night. Sundays are for sleeping in, gelati, chats on the balcony with people you partied with on the previous night, reading the paper, watching movies and doing last minute work preparation (while eating toast for dinner).

Having said that, it’s perfectly acceptable to spend Saturday night watching DVDs and eating burnt microwave popcorn with fabulous people.

I’m mature enough to be besties with the more mature ladies at work, but still young enough to love discussing the Teen Choice Awards with the Grade 6 girls.  Old enough to make grown up choices (buy a house, get married, la di dah…), young enough to kiss random boys at parties. Old enough to drive, young enough to car dance. Draw wisdom from movie quotes, gain inspiration from great women, adore my friends.

Yep, not bad. Not bad at all.

Things that made me happy yesterday (on a day involving cars breaking down, tow trucks, arriving at work 2 hours late then needing my boss to come to my rescue after locking my keys in my cupboard, with everything I need inside it. Then, wondering if my contract will ever be renewed when I found a spare key):

Going to a Ball. Even if I did change my hairstyle 3 times before I left, resulting in bobby pins cascading out of my hair every time I danced.

Spending an unreasonable amount of time getting ready for the Ball, while my brother questioned the validity of my music taste. (Hey, who says the ‘Mamma Mia’ soundtrack isn’t top quality listening?)

A man at the Ball wearing the fruits of his own dedication. I’m not sure what urges someone to create an enormous cardboard hat in the shape of a Swiss Army Knife (complete with large silver card knives sticking out of it at various angles), but I totally dig the amount of Saturday nights in that were spent to create it.

A hip-hop-boot-scootin’ demonstration at said Ball. I kid you not. It was fabulous and wildly entertaining. A high point was definitely the diamonte` name plate belt buckles these girls were wearing and their ability to perform scissor kicks while flicking their glittery elastic braces. Then they taught us all how to do a dance as well. Amazing. Even if my best friend did accidently crush my toes with her stiletto.

Dancing with large amounts of random boys and the best friends in the world to Micheal Jackson songs. Loving that fact that the whole dance floor yelled ‘Mazel tov!’ in perfect unison while grooving to the Black Eyed Peas. Also, if you know me well enough, you will be aware that a Grease mega mix can pretty much complete my life.

So now I am fully charged for an awesome weekend (albeit with a bit of a sore toe…).

What made you happy today?

Ok, so it’s Sunday night. And we all know that on Sundays people rest (I do believe that is the original intention of Sundayness), are spontaneous and also get meloncholy and bored. Today I have fallen head first into two of those categories (spontaneous & bored) and decided to jump on the blog bandwagon.

I thought that perhaps a blog would be a good idea, mainly because it seems more entertaining than writing school reports, I am so stereotypically Gen Y in my whole Lily Allen/Miley Cyrus/Taylor Swift approach to life and I spend so much time on facebook chat that people are beginning to talk …

Plus, maybe one of my other fellow fabulous bloggers will appreciate my terrible Dad-style jokes and pointless stories as much as my Prep kids do…

xx

Why was the penguin standing on the marshmallow?

So he wouldn’t fall into the hot chocolate

(You can’t say I didn’t warn you…)

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