Oh, The Things You Learn

Getting a flat tyre is exactly the same wherever you are. A man will always come along and just do it for you without even asking if your actually capable of doing it all by yourself, which I am actually....I just haven't had the chance to prove it yet because EVERYTIME a man comes along and bloody does it for me! GOSH! Do I look like a damsel in distress? If I wanted a guy to fix my tyres I'd like get  married or hire a personal handy-man/dude. Which we all know I'm not going to do, because  I CAN FIX MY OWN FLAT TYRES!!! 
If I need a jar opened or something I'll be in contact, thankyou.


You think you dont miss your home country and then your mum sends you Tim Tams. 
I didn't ever eat them all that often but I ended up eating practically a whole packet in one go, I thought yeah! everythings fine, except of coarse the over eating of delicious Australian chocolatey goodness. 
But then, then I started to get sad. Hey! I thought chocolate released endorphins....Endorphins make you happy. What gives Tim and Tam? Bastards.
I don't really blame you Arnotts, I just had a very un-chill week.

Seeing your last name on a grave stone is weird. And is kinda like a reality hit that yeah, one day I will be dead too. I feel sorry for Mr and Mrs Smith, what a sorrowful life they must live, being constantly reminded of this. Although, I do suppose that all rather depends on how often they frequent graveyards. 
Apologies to Mr and Mrs Smith, I did not mean to imply that you were graveyard lurkers. You just have a common name, cause for misery enough.


On closer inspection, people really are the same and when I say people I mean boys.  Yeah okay, I haven't seen a hot skater punk anywhere (why?), but dress code aside there is no difference.


The only off switch for my overthinking is alcohol. An abundance of it. Unfortunate, cause if I were to get too hard into that again, in the future there wouldn't be any need for the alcohol. My brain would just be 'off'. 

I'm still an advocate for retail therapy. Note to self, must find other cheaper form of sad/bordom buster. 


Music will always be synonymous with moments.