When Grandad died, I thought my most favourite grandparent had died. But I'm having a much harder time of it with Nana passing away. Today grocery shopping with Pa was a strange experience, I was meant to be the "responsible" one in that situation but I don't think responsible is a word anybody describes me with!
I feel like I'm in a reverse world where I'm in a situation I put some people in years ago, and I don't feel like I can deal with it very well. I feel on the cusp of losing a very close friend L, but I don't know if I'm on the cusp of preventing it or i've just gone over the cusp into having lost her. Not in a physical way, I know where to find her, but in a mental way. I think she's fallen through my grasp on keeping her emotions and being someone she can trust.
I used to think I was a pretty smart kind of person but now I find myself always wondering silly things, like what are buttons made of and how does fairy floss work and where does the dirt under my nails come from? I feel like becoming unintelligent is my punishment for having thought I was intelligent once upon a time.
It's a very strange feeling, feeling like I'm bitching about people in my head all the time. Were people always like this, was I more tolerant, have I become less tolerant or did they get worse? I don't know.
At least I feel a little better having written it down. Sometimes I wish I had kept up my writing, I enjoyed it so perhaps I will get the habit back again. Writing it down feels like I've told it to 'something', put it into the wide wide world so somebody can read it if they like to and wonder about why somebody writes some weird things.
I feel like I'm in a reverse world where I'm in a situation I put some people in years ago, and I don't feel like I can deal with it very well. I feel on the cusp of losing a very close friend L, but I don't know if I'm on the cusp of preventing it or i've just gone over the cusp into having lost her. Not in a physical way, I know where to find her, but in a mental way. I think she's fallen through my grasp on keeping her emotions and being someone she can trust.
I used to think I was a pretty smart kind of person but now I find myself always wondering silly things, like what are buttons made of and how does fairy floss work and where does the dirt under my nails come from? I feel like becoming unintelligent is my punishment for having thought I was intelligent once upon a time.
It's a very strange feeling, feeling like I'm bitching about people in my head all the time. Were people always like this, was I more tolerant, have I become less tolerant or did they get worse? I don't know.
At least I feel a little better having written it down. Sometimes I wish I had kept up my writing, I enjoyed it so perhaps I will get the habit back again. Writing it down feels like I've told it to 'something', put it into the wide wide world so somebody can read it if they like to and wonder about why somebody writes some weird things.
- How I'm Feeling::
contemplative - What I'm Listening to::Psy Gangnam Style
- Where Am I::Couch
i'm going through this kind of randomness funness at the moment do to with my careerness. (wow, so many -nesses in that sentence, not even on purpose).
It's when people say 'so what do you do?' or 'what do you study?' and I reply 'I'm a nursing student' or 'nursing'. The person who is asking, their face softens, there mouth relaxes in the corners and there eyes start to smile. They mentally think oh what a nice person, studying nursing . Like all nurses are so nice and so caring and trustworthy. It makes me want to come up with random careers to see what happens.
Supermarket cashier: So what do you do?
Me: Debt Collector
Supermarket cashier: I owe nuthin'. Serious.
Librarian: So what do you study?
Me: Admin for a brothel
Librarian: Pardon?
Me: You heard me.
Christian book shop attendant: So what do you do?
Me: Tattoo artist
Christian book shop: *mutters* Leviticus 19:28, Leviticus 19:28...
It'd be fun ey?
Exam stress sucks. The muscles in the middle of my back and shoulders (which i should probably know the name of) are so tense I can't even roll over in the night without waking myself up. I'm on my no-refined-carbs diet to lose the sugar in my diet and my parents have promised to support me and they've been doing awesome awesome awesome until tonight when mum said she'd pick up some fruit for me and totally forgot and then Dad cooked spaghetti for dinner. I can't eat spaghetti. Dad got all offended when I said i'd just work out my own dinner. Mum got all weepy about not getting the fruit. I could've dealt without the fruit and I can organise my own dinner, but my parents getting worked up about it really grates on my nerves. This diet was your idea! Don't get annoyed at me! I'm trying ok!
It's when people say 'so what do you do?' or 'what do you study?' and I reply 'I'm a nursing student' or 'nursing'. The person who is asking, their face softens, there mouth relaxes in the corners and there eyes start to smile. They mentally think oh what a nice person, studying nursing . Like all nurses are so nice and so caring and trustworthy. It makes me want to come up with random careers to see what happens.
Supermarket cashier: So what do you do?
Me: Debt Collector
Supermarket cashier: I owe nuthin'. Serious.
Librarian: So what do you study?
Me: Admin for a brothel
Librarian: Pardon?
Me: You heard me.
Christian book shop attendant: So what do you do?
Me: Tattoo artist
Christian book shop: *mutters* Leviticus 19:28, Leviticus 19:28...
It'd be fun ey?
Exam stress sucks. The muscles in the middle of my back and shoulders (which i should probably know the name of) are so tense I can't even roll over in the night without waking myself up. I'm on my no-refined-carbs diet to lose the sugar in my diet and my parents have promised to support me and they've been doing awesome awesome awesome until tonight when mum said she'd pick up some fruit for me and totally forgot and then Dad cooked spaghetti for dinner. I can't eat spaghetti. Dad got all offended when I said i'd just work out my own dinner. Mum got all weepy about not getting the fruit. I could've dealt without the fruit and I can organise my own dinner, but my parents getting worked up about it really grates on my nerves. This diet was your idea! Don't get annoyed at me! I'm trying ok!
- How I'm Feeling::
frustrated - Where Am I::home
It's been over a year since I put any update on here.
What alot has happened! I think I will write a little summary of life as a fresh start - i am hoping to get some more writing going (I think it's good for me) so this journal can be a place to start.
I am 23 year old female who lives at home with both my parents and two younger sisters. My older brother has moved out and interstate. We have 3 dogs who are super important in our family life, each with their own dynamic personality. There is no doubt in my mind that I will continue to own dogs my whole life.
I graduated from an Arts degree in July (majors in French/Psychology) and i'm hopeful to go back and study nursing at some stage. I'm currently worked as a "Service Consultant" in an insurance company full time which, although a bit boring, is a pretty good job.
In my spare time I volunteer as a youth group leader at Glen Wav Uniting Church and attend discussion group there also. I don't have many other hobbies that I activly pursue though I'm hoping to change that as soon as I can! I read alot (3-4 books a week), watch quite a bit of TV (boring) and like to surf the web for random informations.
I spend time with a few different friendship groups though at the moment I'm finding some of my companions more overwhelming than others.
I like cards and postcards! I love to receive mail! I love to send mail! I love reality tv! I like to cook, dance and conversate.
Hopefully I'll do some more chronicalling of my life as time goes by. We'll see how it goes.
A x
What alot has happened! I think I will write a little summary of life as a fresh start - i am hoping to get some more writing going (I think it's good for me) so this journal can be a place to start.
I am 23 year old female who lives at home with both my parents and two younger sisters. My older brother has moved out and interstate. We have 3 dogs who are super important in our family life, each with their own dynamic personality. There is no doubt in my mind that I will continue to own dogs my whole life.
I graduated from an Arts degree in July (majors in French/Psychology) and i'm hopeful to go back and study nursing at some stage. I'm currently worked as a "Service Consultant" in an insurance company full time which, although a bit boring, is a pretty good job.
In my spare time I volunteer as a youth group leader at Glen Wav Uniting Church and attend discussion group there also. I don't have many other hobbies that I activly pursue though I'm hoping to change that as soon as I can! I read alot (3-4 books a week), watch quite a bit of TV (boring) and like to surf the web for random informations.
I spend time with a few different friendship groups though at the moment I'm finding some of my companions more overwhelming than others.
I like cards and postcards! I love to receive mail! I love to send mail! I love reality tv! I like to cook, dance and conversate.
Hopefully I'll do some more chronicalling of my life as time goes by. We'll see how it goes.
A x
- Where Am I::Work
- What I'm Listening to::Kimbra 'Like a Version' mash up
- How I'm Feeling::
complacent
Right so.
Just 'mentioned' to a friend that the reason i was a bit emotional at last years ball (this time last year) was due to my sister's suicide attempt. No offense, but if i want to be a wreck about that then I'm going to be a wreck. Not interested in being told its 'not a good enough excuse'.
Fuck that.
Imagine losing your sister.
Everyday, re-imagining.
Just 'mentioned' to a friend that the reason i was a bit emotional at last years ball (this time last year) was due to my sister's suicide attempt. No offense, but if i want to be a wreck about that then I'm going to be a wreck. Not interested in being told its 'not a good enough excuse'.
Fuck that.
Imagine losing your sister.
Everyday, re-imagining.
It's about this time, in the stillest, darkest part of the night that I let memories soak into my skin and play across my eyes like a cinema.
It's all about my grandad.
It's not overwhelming sadness - it's just memories and a sense of longing.
The smile that lit up his face, the clothes he wore, the big 'L' and 'R' on his moccasins, his voice asking me to check how long to go on the dialysis machine...his face in the last minutes without glasses or the mouth mask.
One night last week I couldn't sleep, and I sat up half the night looking at photo albums. I found a picture from when we lived on Meerut St, my grandad sitting on the sofa which looks like somebody threw a cup of coffee all over it with my brother kneeling nearby, watching the footy. It felt like my Grandad.
On the 26th, the whole family went to see Geelong vs Carlton. Dad said "this will be the first football match Grandad will watch in a while" and I felt confused, I can't envisage heaven easily, but I felt glad that we were going to see the game because he would have wanted to, so we were, for him.
When I lie in bed at night, I feel like all the memories settle around me like leaves settling under a tree in Autumn. It's like i've been lying under the tree and I'm slowly watching each memory flutter down to rest near or far or on me.
More and more I feel sad that he died, but I also feel joy in the memories. There are no bad memories. Every memory is a good one.
When that's the case, you know that my grandad was an extraordinary person.
It's all about my grandad.
It's not overwhelming sadness - it's just memories and a sense of longing.
The smile that lit up his face, the clothes he wore, the big 'L' and 'R' on his moccasins, his voice asking me to check how long to go on the dialysis machine...his face in the last minutes without glasses or the mouth mask.
One night last week I couldn't sleep, and I sat up half the night looking at photo albums. I found a picture from when we lived on Meerut St, my grandad sitting on the sofa which looks like somebody threw a cup of coffee all over it with my brother kneeling nearby, watching the footy. It felt like my Grandad.
On the 26th, the whole family went to see Geelong vs Carlton. Dad said "this will be the first football match Grandad will watch in a while" and I felt confused, I can't envisage heaven easily, but I felt glad that we were going to see the game because he would have wanted to, so we were, for him.
When I lie in bed at night, I feel like all the memories settle around me like leaves settling under a tree in Autumn. It's like i've been lying under the tree and I'm slowly watching each memory flutter down to rest near or far or on me.
More and more I feel sad that he died, but I also feel joy in the memories. There are no bad memories. Every memory is a good one.
When that's the case, you know that my grandad was an extraordinary person.
- How I'm Feeling:: nostalgic
- Where Am I::College
My Grandad passed away on Saturday, 24th April.
I don't have one memory where I have been annoyed or irritated with him, I have been sad but most of my memories with him are so happy.
When I was 8, he and Dad took me to my first football game at Kardinia Park. It was Geelong vs Port Adelaide, and Geelong won. At half time he bought me my first Geelong scarf and at 3-quarter time he bought me a kit kat. He let me wave not only my flag but his and even let me wave the flag all the way back to the car as I bounced along. On my birthday I got the scarf and another kit kat. Because of him, I am so passionate about Geelong.
Whenever I saw my Grandad, he was happy to see me. Even if he couldn't get up out of the chair, he would be happy to see me and make me feel so loved.
Just before I went to France, I had lunch at his place. He told the other people there every one of my achievements that he could remember - some of them even I didn't remember anymore. He remembered everything I told him.
Even when my other grandparents irritated me, I never felt annoyed with him. I would look forward to seeing him each time.
I had a sleepover at his place when I was very young, and he bought a packet of textas for me to draw pictures with. Of course I got ink all over my hands and he spent ages trying to get it off. He let me look at all the treasures in his study and eat his diabetics lollies. He kept coming to the football with us even when Dad insisted that he came in a wheelchair.
He was a person I always hoped I would introduce my future husband to.
I think he would do anything to make people happy. He would give my aunts money when they flew to Melbourne to pay for the air fare. He would let me come to see him at dialysis, and even wake up to talk to me if I came in the middle of a nap. He spoke often about how good everybody was to him, when it was him being good to everybody else.
He hated making a fuss. He hated hospitals and doctors and he hated his children going away on holidays. He hated anyone having to change plans to accomodate him.
He was good in a way that didn't involve money and material possessions - he gave in kindness, generosity and a genuine interest for everyone around him.
At the funeral, my relatives from all over the country came together to commemorate his life. For the first time in a long time, everybody was together. I think that is the perfect way for us to have celebrate Grandad- to bring people together through love and compassion. He hated a fuss, but I think he would've liked us all being there together to remember him.
I loved, and love, him very much. He was an extraordinary man and a fantastic grandad. There is alot I'd like to write, but in the end, its just a feeling about a wonderful man that I wish didn't have to go.
I don't have one memory where I have been annoyed or irritated with him, I have been sad but most of my memories with him are so happy.
When I was 8, he and Dad took me to my first football game at Kardinia Park. It was Geelong vs Port Adelaide, and Geelong won. At half time he bought me my first Geelong scarf and at 3-quarter time he bought me a kit kat. He let me wave not only my flag but his and even let me wave the flag all the way back to the car as I bounced along. On my birthday I got the scarf and another kit kat. Because of him, I am so passionate about Geelong.
Whenever I saw my Grandad, he was happy to see me. Even if he couldn't get up out of the chair, he would be happy to see me and make me feel so loved.
Just before I went to France, I had lunch at his place. He told the other people there every one of my achievements that he could remember - some of them even I didn't remember anymore. He remembered everything I told him.
Even when my other grandparents irritated me, I never felt annoyed with him. I would look forward to seeing him each time.
I had a sleepover at his place when I was very young, and he bought a packet of textas for me to draw pictures with. Of course I got ink all over my hands and he spent ages trying to get it off. He let me look at all the treasures in his study and eat his diabetics lollies. He kept coming to the football with us even when Dad insisted that he came in a wheelchair.
He was a person I always hoped I would introduce my future husband to.
I think he would do anything to make people happy. He would give my aunts money when they flew to Melbourne to pay for the air fare. He would let me come to see him at dialysis, and even wake up to talk to me if I came in the middle of a nap. He spoke often about how good everybody was to him, when it was him being good to everybody else.
He hated making a fuss. He hated hospitals and doctors and he hated his children going away on holidays. He hated anyone having to change plans to accomodate him.
He was good in a way that didn't involve money and material possessions - he gave in kindness, generosity and a genuine interest for everyone around him.
At the funeral, my relatives from all over the country came together to commemorate his life. For the first time in a long time, everybody was together. I think that is the perfect way for us to have celebrate Grandad- to bring people together through love and compassion. He hated a fuss, but I think he would've liked us all being there together to remember him.
I loved, and love, him very much. He was an extraordinary man and a fantastic grandad. There is alot I'd like to write, but in the end, its just a feeling about a wonderful man that I wish didn't have to go.
- Where Am I::College
Sometimes you just want to go and say something to someone but you know you can't? So you write it on the internet and hope that somehow they'll find there way there and understand.
You didn't break my heart with anything to do with romantic love. You broke my heart when you broke my trust.
You didn't break my heart telling me you didn't like me, you broke my heart telling me to stop talking to you.
You broke my heart when you said for me to not tell you my secrets, letting the anger and sadness escape out of me slowly like a balloon with a tiny, tiny tear.
You broke my heart rejecting my company and turning into the person you said you never wanted to be. You broke my heart by pretending it was all the same, and you broke it even more when I realised you didn't know.
I might not have a broken heart anymore, but I don't have the friend I used to and it makes me hate myself and hate you.
You didn't break my heart with anything to do with romantic love. You broke my heart when you broke my trust.
You didn't break my heart telling me you didn't like me, you broke my heart telling me to stop talking to you.
You broke my heart when you said for me to not tell you my secrets, letting the anger and sadness escape out of me slowly like a balloon with a tiny, tiny tear.
You broke my heart rejecting my company and turning into the person you said you never wanted to be. You broke my heart by pretending it was all the same, and you broke it even more when I realised you didn't know.
I might not have a broken heart anymore, but I don't have the friend I used to and it makes me hate myself and hate you.
- Where Am I::College
- How I'm Feeling:: thoughtful
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xIFCrPGC0mM&feature=rec-r2-2r-2-HM
Go watch.
Wow. Just wow.
The picture sucks, the sound drops out, but wow.
Go watch.
Wow. Just wow.
The picture sucks, the sound drops out, but wow.
- Where Am I::Vermont home
- How I'm Feeling::
tired
Sans tonsils...my throat is sore and my pain medication makes me feel like i'm make of concrete, really slow and gluggy like I'm constantly dragging my limbs through a big vat of honey. They also make me drowsy so I've been sleeping alot.
The hospital was okay, I was in recovery (post-surgery) for about two hours while they found a bed for me but that was okay, because my nurse in recovery was called Bruce and answered all my questions (like, what sports do you play? why do you wear sneakers?) and guessed the ages of all the nurses in the room and was told I could stay FOREVER since I guessed them all at least 10 years younger than they were. They also gave me morpheine. Twice.
Then they moved me to a short term general medical ward, where Mel was my nurse and a nursing student was taking all my obs etc. She was really kind and managed to restrain me from getting up to go to the bathroom (apparently if I'd succeeded in getting up I would've most likely collapsed on the floor, oops). Sharon was my afternoon/evening nurse who was lovely too :) she liked my skelamital monkey! and didn't make me eat any dinner even though mum was trying to make me. The beds were pretty good for hospital beds (or maybe that was just the morpheine).
In the morning I was discharged! I got to come home and I've mainly slept since then...I really need a shower but can't stand up for long enough to wash my hair...so not sure what i'll be doing about that. Fairly sure it'll involve Mum, the bath and a jug. Ug.
I can't really eat much - i'm getting down water only because I know the consequence is goign back to the hospital for an IV drip but food (including icecream and jelly ) is way to hard.
I'm goign to go now because my brain feels like its about to start moving really slowly again.
The hospital was okay, I was in recovery (post-surgery) for about two hours while they found a bed for me but that was okay, because my nurse in recovery was called Bruce and answered all my questions (like, what sports do you play? why do you wear sneakers?) and guessed the ages of all the nurses in the room and was told I could stay FOREVER since I guessed them all at least 10 years younger than they were. They also gave me morpheine. Twice.
Then they moved me to a short term general medical ward, where Mel was my nurse and a nursing student was taking all my obs etc. She was really kind and managed to restrain me from getting up to go to the bathroom (apparently if I'd succeeded in getting up I would've most likely collapsed on the floor, oops). Sharon was my afternoon/evening nurse who was lovely too :) she liked my skelamital monkey! and didn't make me eat any dinner even though mum was trying to make me. The beds were pretty good for hospital beds (or maybe that was just the morpheine).
In the morning I was discharged! I got to come home and I've mainly slept since then...I really need a shower but can't stand up for long enough to wash my hair...so not sure what i'll be doing about that. Fairly sure it'll involve Mum, the bath and a jug. Ug.
I can't really eat much - i'm getting down water only because I know the consequence is goign back to the hospital for an IV drip but food (including icecream and jelly ) is way to hard.
I'm goign to go now because my brain feels like its about to start moving really slowly again.
- Where Am I::vermont home
- How I'm Feeling::
groggy
1. What did you do in 2009 that you'd never done before?
Did second year uni, did uni part time, went to Yarrawonga, went on a houseboat, organised a dinner that raised $11,000 for charity!
2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
You know I probably made a bunch, but I didn't keep them as I don't even remember them
3. Did anyone close to you give birth?
Nup
4. Did anyone close to you die?
Nup
5. What countries did you visit?
Australia...and at the start of the year I was in PORTUGAL! and France!
6. What would you like to have in 2010 that you lacked in 2009?
A bit more self confidence
7. What dates from 2009 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
My 21st. Other 21sts. Houseboat
8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?
Finishing second semester uni!
9. What was your biggest failure?
I don't know if I could say I had failures...that'd just be sad, but going off meds unsuccesfully wasn't much fun
10. Did you suffer illness or injury?
Yeah colds, flu, tonsilitus, sore feet
11. What was the best thing you bought?
Um. I bought lots of things. I don't know.
12. Whose behavior merited celebration?
Mine :D
13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?
Mine :(
14. Where did most of your money go?
FOOD, telephone credit, clothes and shoes
15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?
My 21st!
16. What song will always remind you of 2009?
No idea. I don't really associate songs with things so much.
17. Compared to this time last year, are you:
a) happier or sadder? Happier
b) thinner or fatter? Fatter I think
c) richer or poorer? Richer!
18. What do you wish you'd done more of?
Nothing. I'm satisfied how it all went.
19. What do you wish you'd done less of?
see Q18
20. How did you spend Christmas?
With my family eating christmas lunch
21. What was your favorite month of 2009?
Uh. Not sure. Everything had its ups and downs
22. Did you fall in love in 2009?
Nup
23. How many one-night stands?
0
24. What was your favorite TV program?
Beauty and the Geek Australia
25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?
Nup
26. What was the best book you read?
Hmm, tough question. 'Breath' by Tim Winton maybe
27. What was your greatest musical discovery?
John Mayer's album Continuum
28. What did you want and get?
A hug
29. What did you want and not get?
H1s in every subject (haha)
30. What were your favorite films of the year?
I don't think I saw many films this year...I saw 'New Moon' does that count
31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
I was sick in bed most of the day. Mum cooked my favourite meal for dinner and I ate like 3 bites of it. That's all I remember. I was 21.
32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
Um....magically losing weight?
33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2009?
What-can-I-put-on-really-quickly-so-i'm-n
34. What kept you sane?
friends
35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
Lol, I guess it would have to be Robert Pattison (LOL) although James McAvoy is up there
36. What political issue stirred you the most?
Awareness of mental health
37. Who did you miss?
My sisters
38. Who were the best new people you met?
Ingrid, Mel, new people at college!
39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2009.
One step at a time. Stay positive.
40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year:
"I am a rolling wave without the motion, a glass of water longing for the ocean"
Did second year uni, did uni part time, went to Yarrawonga, went on a houseboat, organised a dinner that raised $11,000 for charity!
2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
You know I probably made a bunch, but I didn't keep them as I don't even remember them
3. Did anyone close to you give birth?
Nup
4. Did anyone close to you die?
Nup
5. What countries did you visit?
Australia...and at the start of the year I was in PORTUGAL! and France!
6. What would you like to have in 2010 that you lacked in 2009?
A bit more self confidence
7. What dates from 2009 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
My 21st. Other 21sts. Houseboat
8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?
Finishing second semester uni!
9. What was your biggest failure?
I don't know if I could say I had failures...that'd just be sad, but going off meds unsuccesfully wasn't much fun
10. Did you suffer illness or injury?
Yeah colds, flu, tonsilitus, sore feet
11. What was the best thing you bought?
Um. I bought lots of things. I don't know.
12. Whose behavior merited celebration?
Mine :D
13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?
Mine :(
14. Where did most of your money go?
FOOD, telephone credit, clothes and shoes
15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?
My 21st!
16. What song will always remind you of 2009?
No idea. I don't really associate songs with things so much.
17. Compared to this time last year, are you:
a) happier or sadder? Happier
b) thinner or fatter? Fatter I think
c) richer or poorer? Richer!
18. What do you wish you'd done more of?
Nothing. I'm satisfied how it all went.
19. What do you wish you'd done less of?
see Q18
20. How did you spend Christmas?
With my family eating christmas lunch
21. What was your favorite month of 2009?
Uh. Not sure. Everything had its ups and downs
22. Did you fall in love in 2009?
Nup
23. How many one-night stands?
0
24. What was your favorite TV program?
Beauty and the Geek Australia
25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?
Nup
26. What was the best book you read?
Hmm, tough question. 'Breath' by Tim Winton maybe
27. What was your greatest musical discovery?
John Mayer's album Continuum
28. What did you want and get?
A hug
29. What did you want and not get?
H1s in every subject (haha)
30. What were your favorite films of the year?
I don't think I saw many films this year...I saw 'New Moon' does that count
31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
I was sick in bed most of the day. Mum cooked my favourite meal for dinner and I ate like 3 bites of it. That's all I remember. I was 21.
32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
Um....magically losing weight?
33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2009?
What-can-I-put-on-really-quickly-so-i'm-n
34. What kept you sane?
friends
35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
Lol, I guess it would have to be Robert Pattison (LOL) although James McAvoy is up there
36. What political issue stirred you the most?
Awareness of mental health
37. Who did you miss?
My sisters
38. Who were the best new people you met?
Ingrid, Mel, new people at college!
39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2009.
One step at a time. Stay positive.
40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year:
"I am a rolling wave without the motion, a glass of water longing for the ocean"
- How I'm Feeling:: content
- Where Am I::Vermont
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