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It’s Over

December 27, 2009

I’m no longer a blogger. I can live with that.

My hate on high heels

December 17, 2009

I think I’m probably the only girl I know who when I say ‘I hate high heels’ I really mean it. Most girls complain about them at the end of a long night partying (or the next morning) but they ignore the pain because they’re convinced they look hot. As for guys….well they just think they look hot. And to a point they might be right. Heels do mke legs look longer and ‘hotter’ in general but I don’t think that’s a good enough reason for people to wear them.

I’m not a shoe person. I own a pair of pretty much destroyed black Chuck Taylors, 3 pairs of plain flats (2 plain black, one with a blue tarten pattern) and about ten pairs of thongs in varying colours because Australians always own at least ten pairs of thongs (flip-flops). Note none of those have even the slightest heel.

There are two main reasons I don’t wear heels. The first is that they are painful. They leave feet blistered and calloused and basically unpleasent looking. Feet may look hot in the shoes but once the shoes come off they are just disgusting. When I went through a very short phase wearing heels I couldn’t walk following the days I wore them and would spend hours soaking and massaging feet in the vain hope the pain would go away. My opinion on pain is that if something hurts, it’s not natural. It’s not supposed to happen. Which is why the pain from high heels eventually causes disfigured and, oh yeah, ugly feet. The other reason is that I can’t actuall walk properly in high heels. I’m no Carrie Bradshaw. Instead I’m clumsy and uncoordinated. I manage to trip over imaginary objects in flats so heels just turn me into a walking disaster. I know I’m not the only person who has this problem because I’ve recieved at least ten bruises or cuts from stilletto heels in the last year. In fact a very common club/pub reason for female hospitalization is unintentional high heel stabbing. Sky-high heels and alcohol do not mix. If people are stumbling around on others feet it’s bad enough but when you throw a metal spike into the mix it’s just painful.

Basically what I’m saying is that high heels equal pain. Yeah yeah no pain no gain, beauty is pain, blah blah blah. In this case I just can’t accept that the ends justifies the means. I hate high heels. You’ll never find any in my wardrobe.

Oh, and for the record, I’m actually quite short.

Still Unsure

December 16, 2009

I still don’t know whether I’m going to keep this blog or not. I may think about it for another few weeks. Because, if I do decide to keep it, I need to come up with some good ideas.

Happy holidays and new year…I may be back in 2010.

Green Day

December 16, 2009

Currently obsessing over…

Green Day because they are basically just brilliant. After seeing their out-of-control Melbourne concert I think I love them even more than before. Billie Joe just may be the coolest guy alive…let’s face it anyone who can write a song that goes for 9 minutes and never lets up (Jesus of Suburbia) is a hero and a genius.

Something I’ve just realised

November 24, 2009

I’m sure I’ve mentioned my problem with committment beforer. If not, well, I have one. It’s not a major issue and doesn’t affect my day to day life but itr’s still present. And what I didn’t realise when I started this blog is that it is a committment. To have a blog you have to post regularly and check it regularly and to be honest I don’t have the time for that. Or the personality. Whatever. Or maybe I’m just getting bored with what I’m writing because none of it ks particularly interesting.

Anyway, I’m going on holiday for a couple of weeks. When I come back I’m either going to revamp this blog or kill it.

We’ll see.

Even Mussolini could get the trains to run on time

November 14, 2009

The weather has turned hot in Melbourne this week, leaving most of us to return to our trusted spot on the beach to work on our tan. Of course hot weahter doesn’t come on its own. No, with it it brings many other disasters.

One of them is horrendous bushfires. Since most Melburnians have been counting down the days until ‘fire season’ (no, it’s not summer anymore) all year I won’t go into that.

I am talking about public transport. As soon as the mercury hits 30 (okay to be fair public transport is almost as bag in optimum 20-degree weather) the trains cease to show up. I once waited an hour for a train at Flinders St in January. Yeah, I could walk home faster than that. They give us all this crap about tracks expanding in the heat and how they don’t have equipment to run trains in hot weather. Well here’s a newsflash: it gets hot in Melbourne. If all buisnesses melted at 30 they wouldn’t exist. Never mind the fact that the government and public service providers have had decades to fix this problem, they haven’t. And every year they roll out the same excuses. I have caught at least 20 trains in the last fortnight and they were all delayed. I’d bloody better get compensation this month.

So here’s my question for Brumby/Kosky and co: if Mussolini could get the trains to run on time, why can’t you?

Lucky vs delaying the inevitable

November 10, 2009
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I have a confession. I’ve always been an undercover nerd (meaning smart and good marks without the studying and instead lazing around at the beach) who never really had to try and get good marks in high school or uni so far. I always felt kinda bad about it actually. Getting good marks when I spent the day before the exam sunbaking and others who got Ds spent it surrounded by textbooks.

Well, now I realise that at least they are prepared for failure. They are used to it. And when the going gets tough, at least they know how to study. Me? Having never had to, I don’t really know how. I always thought I was lucky but now I wonder if maybe it’s actually a curse in disguise…

On the other hand I always wing my exams and everything works out fine so maybe they will this time too and I’m just overeacting. Again. Or I could be studying s=instead of blogging. Hmmmmm….