Zombie Child

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For a long, long time, my eyes have been glued to the television screen. I guess you could call it an addiction. It’s something that I regret wasting many many hours doing, especially when I was younger.
Nowadays, I still watch a fair amount of television, but I try to regulate it. Only so many hours a day and so forth. I also try to avoid unnecessarily re-watching series and movies. That was a major time-suck of my childhood. I bet I watched the ‘Charmed’ series seven or eight times over. ‘The O.C’ was a (now embarrassing) obsession of mine. I watched it until the discs skipped and the packaging fell apart. Even ‘the Golden Girls,’ which is a series that I still love, I overdosed on it majorly when I was younger.
I regret not getting out of the house a bit more or even just reading and expanding my mind a bit more. Instead, I would go through days where I barely had to wake my brain up at all. What a waste. I guess the good thing is that I have come to this realisation. I no longer binge-watch to the extent of my childhood. I watch a much larger variety of shows and movies, but most importantly, I do a lot of other things too. I write. I read. I listen to music. I go outside every now and then. I experience life a lot more now than back then and for that I am grateful.

A Wildly Optimistic About Page

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Hi there!
I have been prattling on with this blog for many years now. I enjoy writing, which is good, because it’s my job. I write novels, poetry, songs and scripts for the movies and television.
That may sound like a lot, but I have the unique ability to write extremely fast, so that despite my massive success and the huge demand for my work, I have a lot of time on my hands to do fun things, such as swim in my pool, play with my fourteen dogs and cats, read books from my private library, jet overseas for a little adventure or watch movies in the theatre that I own.
So, if you have any questions, feel free to ask!
If you’ll excuse me, I am going to go through the drive through in my flying car.

A Letter To My Younger Self

Dear younger me,
Ahem. Not quite sure what to tell you. I don’t want to give too much away; I wouldn’t want a ‘Back to the Future’ situation in which I alter the course of history unintentionally.
Or do I? I don’t know. I guess I have to think about it for a bit. Do I have regrets? Definitely. Who doesn’t?
I regret cutting off contact with my friends after moving away. Maybe that’s an extreme description. I have a vague memory of writing letters for a while, but we just petered out. I guess I regret not trying harder to maintain the friendships from my school years. It won’t be until a few years have passed and you discover Facebook that you will get the chance to be reacquainted however slightly through social media. So, I guess I want you to try harder. I know it’s difficult, I know we moved a lot and it seemed futile to fight for friendships when we would just move away again. However, at some point we stopped and we settled. But I still didn’t try to make friends. I don’t know if I forgot how to or what. I think I had trouble shutting off that instinct that told me not to get close to people because inevitably I would lose them. It is still something I struggle with today. Maybe if I had tried to overcome it sooner, I would have more friends today.
I’m having a little trouble with pronouns seeing as I am talking to myself. Or a younger version of me. *waves awkwardly*
What other wisdom do I want to impart? Hmmm…
Don’t give up on your high school certificate because of all the work you’ve got and all the money that comes rolling in. You will end up regretting it and going back when you’re older to complete it. It’s less embarrassing to just do it when you’re supposed to and who knows where I’d be today if I’d stayed on that track?
Like I said, pronouns= difficult when talking to me/you.
What else? What else…
Spend more time with your family. They will not always be around to take for granted. Same goes with your pets. The average lifespan of an animal is in no way a guarantee for how long you can expect them to live.
Forgive and forget. Grudges require anger and energy and negativity. It’s exhausting to hold them and frankly, that effort could be used much more productively.
*Scratches head*
Ok, here is a bullet point list for brevity’s sake:
• Read more. Don’t be embarrassed because it seems like no one else you know likes books.
• Write more. See above.
• Get out more. See the world and experience new things.
• Try to eat better and get more exercise. You’ll be stuck with your body for awhile (hopefully) so treat it better.

So, that’s it from me. I hope things go well for you. Who knows? If you take any of the above advice, my life now just might change (hopefully for the better).

Happy

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Happiness looks like my dog.
Happiness is a room full of books and no price stickers. It’s the smell of coffee and sugar.
Happiness is a new outfit that fits great, is comfortable and looks good.
Happiness is sitting in my reclining couch after a nine hour shift and having an episode of Law and Order start right then and there on Foxtel.
Happiness is a new obsession.
Happiness is a high word count, a blank page filled and mucho satisfaction.
Happiness is inspiration. It’s an idea for a story scrawled incomprehensibly on a post-it.
Happiness is the smell of rain, a cup of tea and a stack of books.
Happiness is stationery; lined books, pens, highlighters, pencils, diaries and post-it notes. It’s a new calendar for a new year.
Happiness is an early mark at work.
Happiness is the young March sisters from ‘Little Women.’
Happiness is doing what I want and getting paid for it.
Happiness looks like uncontrollable laughter and smiles.
Happiness looks like a package addressed to me waiting on the doorstep.
Happiness is jumping up and down as Jack White scorches the stage in front of me. It’s watching the White Stripes perform ‘Jolene’ for the first time.
Happiness is a chat with a friend.
Happiness is Princess Leia’s dirty hands and Han Solo’s cockiness.
Happiness is cinnamon toast.
Happiness looks like the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer in a musical.
Happiness is a family gathering.
Happiness is coffee-flavoured ice-cream.
Happiness is a fast-moving internet connection.
Happiness is a trip to a coffee shop with the family.
Happiness is a tall, dark and handsome man who thinks that happiness looks like the above.
Happiness is napping in the sun along with my cat.
Happiness is my dog singing.
Happiness looks like a to-do list with everything on it crossed out.
Happiness is fresh air, a little sun and a nice breeze.
Happiness looks like a holiday. Trips to the pool, shopping sprees and exploring.
Happiness is my cat acting like he likes me.
Happiness is a movie theatre growing dark and getting quiet before the film starts.

Blerg

2nd January, 2014

Just got a call from work asking if I could start a couple of hours earlier. Enthusiastically, I said “absolutely!”

Not really.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” I said, sounding as if I’d just agreed to have individual strands of my hair yanked out by crabby bus drivers.

So, that happened. What else…

Yesterday was quite productive, which is to be expected for the first day of the year. The trick is remaining consistent throughout the year, without the motivating factor of having a clean slate. I spent on a few hours on Uni work, finishing my first assessment. It just needs some polishing before I submit it. I wrote about 550 words for a fan fiction story as well as a general outline of the story. I have a habit of beginning stories with no idea of where I’m going with it or how it’s going to end. This year, I break that habit! (hopefully).

I finished reading ‘Good Omens’ by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman. It was great; it made me really nostalgic for my mid-teens when I went through a total Discworld groupie phase (the setting for Terry Pratchett’s books). It was a timely Christmas present from my mum. Timely because I had just finished reading ‘American Gods’ and was eager for more Neil Gaiman. I even considered purchasing his ‘Sandman’ comic series online, but stopped myself at the last minute by remembering all of the bills that needed taking care of. Boo.

Anyway, imagine my delight when I opened the Christmas presents from my mum and discovered that she had bought me a stack of new Neil Gaiman books. ‘Good Omens’ stuck out among the selection because of its two authors, so I decided to give it a go first. Next thing I know, I’m giggling in the food court of the local shopping centre (where I work) and attracting weird looks from people. It’s a great book; I highly recommend it (but maybe don’t read it in public).

This morning, I got up early (blerg) so that I could go with my mum and sisters to a local coffee shop. It is something that we used to do on a regular basis, but the financial strain that ‘tis the Christmas season put a temporary stop to it. We seemed a little rusty at first; my sister even started reading at the table. By the time the coffee had gone cold and the pancakes had gotten soggy with syrup, we were chatting like crazy. It was nice.

Now, I’m back home and trying to make the most of these last few precious hours of freedom before my work shift (*cough* melodramatic). That means reading, writing, scrolling through facebook, sitting in front of the fan (it’s really hot) and more eating.

My life is a constant flurry of excitement, is it not?

Signing off…

Back From the Dead!

Okay, so I wasn’t DEAD, but I was definitely close to it.

The last few weeks, I have been in an exam-stress-induced haze, a constant, never-ending cycle of exam-study-sleep-repeat.

Finally, the cycle is over. Finished. Ka-boom. (explosion sound effect)

I killed those mutha-effers! (referring to the exams)

Or, I hope I did. At any rate, they are donesies, gonzo, ka-put (spitting sound effect? honestly not sure)

So, now that that extremely stressful, heart rate increasing, acne-causing, ass-ache part of my life is OVER- I thought I’d get back to bizness!

Which means- sleeping through the night (AMAZING), reading for FUN (what a marvellous concept!) and dusting off my writing skills (May need a vacuum and a good spritz).

So, here I am. Ready for the writin’.

Ready to go back to my 2-3 posts a week.

Get used to seeing my face (or rather my display image) because it’s not going anywhere!

At least until my exams for Uni.

*sobs*

 

I Feel Guilty

I have been a bit inactive this week on my blog. One post so far and it was something that I wrote years ago and decided to post in a fit of nostalgia.

In my defence, I have All-Important End-Of-Year Exams in less than a month.

Still, excuses, excuses…

After these exams, I will have so much free time. People tell me that I won’t know what to do with myself.

But I know exactly what to do.

Write! Post! Sleep! Dance like nobody’s watching!

I will do all of those things post-exams. I am literally counting down the days until sweet, sweet freedom.

Until then, I might just have to accept that fact that my blog will be a little lacklustre over the next few weeks.

I promise to try. My best posts are usually unplanned. I get a sudden idea or am suddenly inspired by a Daily Post Challenge.

Here’s hoping that inspiration strikes like a crazy thunderstorm over the next few weeks.

I’m going to carry around something metal, just in case.