Boredom is a terrible thing to waste. Have you noticed how when you are bored nothing appeals to do anyway? You become lethargic and I almost always end up having a nap. Silly me! These times of boredom should be the perfect time to do all those things you keep putting off – cleaning out that cupboard (I’d have to be dying from boredom), wash the dried bird poo off your windscreen or even start that elusive book….

You may have noticed that when you are bored it is very difficult to get motivated though. So I think to give yourself energy to take that first step out of boredom you need to do something that is easy enough and appealing enough to get you moving. So my suggestions… grab a glass of wine, or a chocolate. Fuel for creativity. Then you will be on your way to freedom from boredom!! Man I feel like a glass of wine right now.

GO GHANA!

ITAAALLLYYY!!! Just over an hour till the game starts – Italy vs Czech Republic and I’m going to be there with my newly knitted scarf cheering them on. Also hoping Ghana beat the USA. I’d like to see an African side get through to the next round… Imagine Africa in a World Cup Final….

 

Almost weekend… looking forward to this one. You all take care.

Well it has been a while hasn’t it?

 

I’ve been very preoccupied with the World Cup (VIVA ITALIA) and I’ve taken up a new hobby. Knitting. Yes, you read correctly K-N-I-T-T-I-N-G ! I’m pretty bad at it I must admit though. I’m in the process of knitting a scarf in the colours of the Italian Flag (Red, White and Green). I hope to have it finished in time for Thursday’s game. A scarf I hear you scoff- ‘What could be easier, right?” – WRONG!! The wool is my main enemy – it is this real soft, fluffy stuff. I started off with 20 stitches and somehow ended up with 30- something – it varies constantly. So it is going to be a slightly jagged looking scarf but for my first attempt I think it is quite impressive. The things we do for the love of our country!!

 

Other than knitting I’ve been in hibernation mode. Saving money and it is just too cold to venture out at night anyway. And who needs to go out when there is football on the TV? Not I!!

 

Heart

Pain

Falling

Ground

Safe

No

Untrue

Betrayed

Hurt

Pain

Pain

Numb

Control

Comfort

Numb

Numb

Numb

Forgive

Forget

Can’t

Can it?

Looks like this bug has hit me with full force. Bronchitis - it is called apparently. All I know is I feel like crap. And if I sneeze one more time… AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!

 

So I’ll be back writing again when I feel more creative and less snotty! Have a good week now.

Tuesday. Made it through the Monday madness and blues. And all I got to show for it is a tight chest and blocked nose. Is that nice? I don’t deserve to be sick. I work hard. I gym hard. I eat healthily. So what gives?? The sausage who gave me their silly germs can have them back. I can’t afford to get sick. I have a schedule. A routine. It cannot be broken. Am I starting to sound obsessive? Maybe I am.

Well fancy that indeed!

How is that? I actually got what I asked for. A weird dream. Keeping in mind I’d been studying Greek Mythology for days before I had this dream. I dreamt I was pregnant with Twins. That part is freaky enough – being pregnant would be weird enough without the twins part. The strangest part is still coming though. Athena appeared to me and told me that I was going to have two sons – fathered by two separate fathers. One father being Zeus, the other Apollo. Athena said I would have to kill the second child otherwise there would be a war of the gods and this would result in the destruction of earth.

 

Well fancy that Smithers!?

That stuff dreams are made of?

What is it called exactly? And can you pick and choose to your heart's delight or does someone else get to choose and play willynilly around in your subconscious to haunt or delight you?
A dream doctor?
I'd like a word with mine because well, quite frankly lately my dreams have left a lot to be desired. They make very little sense and don't seem connected to my life in any way.

I'm doing it to myself so I should just quit complaining right?

Public Holiday tomorrow! And guess what I am doing all day? Studying! Yay for me!
I suppose it is all for a good cause. Passing my exam. Getting closer to my degree. I hope it is raining and miserable. Nothing worse than having to study in the sunshine. Songs like 'I'm walking on Sunshine' playing in my head while I'm trying to shove De Sausserre's linguistic theory into my head can be rather distracting. I suppose if I am going to be distracted rain is going to help either. 'Singing in the rain'!
Oh my tortured soul!

Made it!

Made it to Tuesday!! Woohoohoo!! My well laid plans to study last night did not materialize. Ended up having a beautiful Dinner- cooked by my wonderful man- and watching An Unfinished Life.
I think I needed a relaxing evening. Now I feel revitalised and ready to hit the books tonight. Well almost.
Good movie by the way. Strongly recommend it.

Mondays - love them or hate them

Here we are again. A Monday. Statistically the most hated day of the week. Poor Monday... a day by any other name would still be dreaded. It is the start of the working week. The first early morning after the weekend. It is Blue Monday.

My Pink Hair!!

Okay it's already faded since this picture was taken and though shocking at first I really started to like it. Certainly drew attention!!

You have no choice.

She couldn’t believe it happened to her again. She’d promised herself she’d dodge, duck or dive next time. She’d promised herself not to let it happen again. Yet here she sat - bleeding to death. She’d see it coming. She’d let it happen. All her own fault.
She didn’t really care. Maybe this time would be worth it.
Absently she looked at the pool of bright blood forming on the stark white tiles under her chair. Nothing a decent mop won’t wash away. No-one else seemed too bothered by the mess. The other patrons all seemed pleasantly involved in their own conversations and delectable food. Had they even seen the little cherub fly passed them? He could be quite sneaky.
She felt a little woozy. Could be the loss of blood. Could just be the 3 glasses of dry white wine she’d gulped down in the last half an hour.
It was all rather unreal. No pain. She felt rather serene, almost tingly. She thought her age would render her safe. She’d thought the little bastard would have given up on her after all these years.
Her dinner partner would be back for the bathroom soon. She’d just remain calm. He’d call an ambulance. She’d be ok. She felt very calm. Dead. Could she be dead?


‘Dana?’
‘Dana?’
Someone gently tapped her shoulder. It was her dinner partner. Oliver.
‘You okay?’ Concern in those deep green eyes.
‘Sure.’ Besides the arrow sticking out of the place where my heart is. Besides the pool of blood on the floor. ‘I was just daydreaming.’

Hi there! Well this is a start of something. I can feel it.