Dear Life

dear Life,
you are amazing. please don't stop being so.
love, ashlyn xx

Girls Days / Plus One wanted

Pedicures have to be one of my favourite things about girls days with my Mum. I love wandering into the nail place and picking my colour and treating my feet right. Even though I really hate my feet and toes, I love having my nails painted.



I also love the fact that we go shopping. I got a new dress.



I know that one of my resolutions this year was to wear more colour, but I'm slowly creeping back into wearing black and white all the time. At least my glasses are red, right?

I wore that dress to an interview I had last night for a womens fashion store. I don't think the interview went well. I seem to have lost my ability to read people and situations and now I'm a little lost. I think that if I get the job at all, it'll be because I wore a cute dress instead of my usual muted, formal approach. The lady interviewing me even remarked on the cuteness so at least that's a win, right?

The initial reason for purchasing the dress (apart from cute factor) was because I have a 21st next weekend to go to. If Em and Annie aren't there (...actually, I hope Em got my text that she's invited) then I have a feeling I am going to know no one except for the host. The following week I have a play to go to in which I will only know one of the actors.

Normally, for me, that's okay. I enjoy doing stuff by myself - going to movies, having coffee, listening to music. Hell, sometimes I get too used to doing stuff alone and it gets a little weird. In Auckland I could always count on knowing someone where I was going (especially to a play!) or if I was sure no one I knew was going to be there, then I had a plus one like Lucy or Anni.

Here? I've realised that a lot of my friends are in relationships. So I can never say, "Let's you and me go and do x," because it'll always turn into an awkward third wheel situation. I love you guys, really, but sometimes I just want to hang out with YOU, not you and your significant other.

So I've decided that I want a new plus one. Mainly because spending nights at home with kitty are getting boring.



Oh, the search begins.

bloody Thursday

I was meant to be going out this morning to help a friend of mine doing a hairdressing course. Just as I was about to step out the door to go and meet her, she texted me saying that she actually needed someone for the afternoon, so could I change my time?

Sadly, well. If you know me, you know I like to obsessively plan stuff. Unless we're super close, I need to know that I'm doing something at least the day before or I go a little crazy. So, you know, in my obsessive little way I made plans with my Mum yesterday, for this afternoon.

(yes, my mother just accepts my obsessive ways and tends to plan days in advance with me :P)


I felt super bad having to say no, since, well, she needed my help. We've all been there, right? Like at Uni last year when you needed someone to do something, but there was no one to do it. Worst feeling ever.


Aw lame now I have to wear a hat today. She told me not to wash my hair because she'd wash it for me. I COULD go and shower, but I spent a very bleary twenty minutes in front of the mirror getting my hair looking normal, and my make up looking okay. I don't really want to ruin all of my hard work!

Bloody Thursday.

Hopefully this afternoon will be better. Mum and I are doing lunch and getting pedicures. Now that I usually work the days she doesn't, we barely get to see each other so we're going to hang out and be awesome.

I could go back to bed. It seems kinda pointless now, since my bed is made and I'm dressed.

Bloody Thursday.

Tuesdays and Thursdays used to be nasty to me when I was in high school. They've been nice to me for the past four years, but it looks as though Thursday has decided to stop playing nice.

Is internet dating the way of the future?

Last year when I found Meredith as part of our internet dating documentary, she said something that really stuck with me. She was talking about the insurgence of internet dating and whether the whole, "and our eyes met across a crowded room," thing is a dying art or not.

She said that it was a dying art and that in ten years time most people will probably be meeting online. When I thought about that a little earlier today it kind of depressed me.

I mean, where will the art of conversation go?

It kind of got me thinking about how all online dating is really based on is how good your photos are, and how good your profile is. It's kind of like picking someone just because you know you'll have good looking kids with them - oh they like this movie, and this band so they're going to be my perfect match.

What about chemistry?
What about those little sparks of electricity that you get when you brush hands?
What about that awesome feeling when they say, "oh, and I love to bake," and you've always wanted to open a bakery?

My parents met when they were in primary school. They got to know each other when they were teenagers. My Dad taught my Mum how to drive when she was 16. They travelled together and only got married because my Mum was pregnant with me (my Dad's family is super Catholic). They've now been married for 21 years and they're still happy.

I mean, sure. There'll still be schools and parties in 10 years time, but who wants to go through all those drunken fucks and pity breakfasts and the slow getting to know each other's minds, when you've already gotten to know each other's bodies? That's a poorly phrased sentence, I know, but I hope you get my point. Are we just getting lazier, or can we not put up with all the bullshit that one drunken night causes anymore?

Hoodies

Today, while at family lunch, I saw a guy over 40 wearing a hoodie that looked like it was aimed at a 16 - 20 year old. Despite the fact that I am currently wearing a hoodie, it restarted my tirade against them.

I dislike girls and guys in hoodies. I'm not sure what it is about them, whether it's just because they look so lazy, or because I think a guy in a cardigan or nice jersey is lovely, but I can't stand them. I once jokingly said while my Mum was getting her hair done that hoodies should be illegal except for in the home and in the gym. The guy who was toning my Mum's hair agreed. He was wearing a lovely cardigan with big buttons and that reaffirmed my anti-hoodie belief even more.

I mean, sure. A cardigan can look a little preppy whereas a hoodie has that warm, cosy, lazy charm. But in public? Really?

I used to wear hoodies in public all the time which kind of makes me a hypocrite. I don't really mind though, because I prefer to wear a cardigan. For me, a hoodie is something to snuggle up in on the couch, or for when all of my cardigans are wet or in the wash.

Rant over.

a catch up

Last night I had a dream that I was getting married. I'm not sure to who or why, but I was wearing a white wedding dress and I started to cry while saying, "I do." It was definitely to a boy though. I was then quite teary through the reception and I woke up in a complete state of shock. It was weird.

I've walked every day for 20 - 30 minutes for a week now. Today Mum came with me and we increased that time to 40 minutes. I went to the video shop too. I think I have lost a little bit of weight so far which is fun, but I'm still so far from where I want to be come my 21st.

I really haven't been up to much lately, except walking and watching 30 Rock. Well, and obsessing.

Oh, right. I got six movies from the video shop. They are:

Hostage
Carrie
Doppelganger
My Bloody Valentine
The Forgotten
Lost in Translation

I'm on a bit of a horror/thriller kick at the moment.