procrastination = new best friend

Don't make me study.

Please don't make me study.

What should I be doing right now?

Studying.

What have I been doing?

Facebooking, skyping and writing this.

Obviously.

Exams in less than a week?

Pfffft.

You know for someone who desperately needs to maintain a decent grade average, i'm not doing much to achieve that right now! But you know what? I'm soooo over it. The sun is shining, the birds are tweeting and I can practically smell summer and freedom approaching.

I'm saying freedom in the loosest way possible, because when I say freedom I actually mean working my butt off towards my next goal. I've spent all weekend flashing my smile (and on occasion my cleavage) to potential employers. Why? Well as I said before, new year, new goal.

As much as I love NZ, I really can't stand the thought of being here for two straight years. And lets just say, stuff has happened this year that's really made me question my personal values. I'm not entirely happy with myself, and I need to shake things up a bit.

At this point we arrive at the new goal.

Study Abroad.

Yep, at the moment i'm in the process of applying to study Journalism and University of Missouri for a semester next year. And you know what? I CAN'T WAIT. It's just what I need, a new environment, somewhere where I can completely reinvent myself. No one will know me, I can be whoever I want with no expectations.

I'm lucky enough to have many good friends all over the US, and have had countless offers of transportation and accomodation throughout the country which will make everything a lot cheaper and a much more enjoyable experience!

So, this summer, the goal.

9 months to save $10,000... at least.

Good luck?

I'm gonna need it.

let me feel wind in my hair and sand between my toes

travel photogs.

since i haven't done this in a while.

that one time with the egg beater...

I’m sure my mother was perplexed when she walked in on the scene. My 18 year old brother, transfixed, with a look of terror on his face as he desperately tried to remove the egg beater from his mouth as I watched on with great satisfaction. Knowing all to well his foolish endeavour was down to my genius.

It all began with a bet, a dare, a challenge.
I was in the kitchen cooking. My brother walked in with a swagger. He knew he was older, wiser, stronger and could easily get his way. He nudged my 9 year old self aside, and fiddled with my baking utensils. As he stared intently at the electric egg beater a sudden moment of brilliance came over me, “I bet you couldn’t fit that in your mouth”.
The challenge.
His face flickered and for a brief moment I saw some uncertainty beneath that haughty façade. He knew that by rejecting the challenge he was consequently giving up his position of power.
He had to accept.

This was too good to miss, I watched with anticipation as he opened his mouth to accommodate the awkwardly shaped egg beater. This was going to be difficult. Much to my surprise, he managed it. A look of triumph crossed his face as he emitted a muffled cheer. He proceeded to remove the beater.
It wouldn’t budge.
Glee quickly turned to shock, confusion and finally fear as the realisation of what had just occurred hit him. I leant against the bench, arms crossed, chuckling with satisfaction as Mum hurried in to the room to see what all the noise was about.

I had done it. I managed to topple the one person I constantly have to live up to. It may have only been for a small moment in time and space, but the fact I can always say that at one point in my life I had the upper hand is all I need. I conquered the mountain, even if only for a day.