I have decided that I am going to start an new chapter in my life. That being I am going to write my life away in chapters of this book for as long as I live, or remember or just for as long as I can keep up with technology. This may only last a week but I am semi committed. If it is anything like my journal we will get a new chapter every second week or so, which honestly is enough to sum up my whole life at the moment. I really wish that sometimes there was more going on but then I remember how much homework I have that is due is absolutely ridiculous and I don't have time to be enjoying myself or even really sitting down and writing this.
I am going to try and go to bed early tonight, part of my relax time is getting all my thinking out in this format before I got to bed. I want to be asleep before 10pm, a task I tried to do yesterday but ended up watching tik tok's for several hours, it was an unproductive afternoon other then the dance rehearsals I had. We have our dance schools mid year concert on Saturday in three days, yesterday I got one of my costumes and fitted for the other one, it's a little bit late but totally worth it for the outfit I have for my max dance. The theme of the performance is Travel (probs because we haven't been able to go anywhere in 2 years) and my class is the opening dance where we get to act as flight attendants and dance with suitcases. I got so extremely excited when I saw the costumes because they are a deep blue colour with holographic shimmer in a halter neck and mini skirt style which I also died over, TBH bury me in this colour, it probably doesn't suit my skin, I feel like a lighter baby blue better suits me, like a light wash denim colour, I have all sorts of clothes in that colour. My favourite is a pale blue V-neck knit from country road that my mum almost fainted over when she found out how much it cost me. And yes it was a ridiculous price and the Pjs I Brought on sale at the same time didn't fit me but it was definitely worth it. I believe in buying clothes through a cost per wear system. If I love the item, no mater the price and the cost per wear is low I can have it. The best example is my wallet. I brought it while I was in holiday in Rome in 2019, the last travel since Covid. I spent about 500 dollars on it buutt, I have used it every day since I brought it, so like 3 years of continuous use definitely brings the cost per wear bellow a dollar, I think anyway, I'm not that great at maths. But that is how I justify every one of my rediculous purchases, some haven't payed off but we just ignore that. I fall into the marketing ploys sometimes and the absolute worst is ASOS sales, they are my weakness, the fact I can by my beauty stuff clothes, shoes all in the one place and for so cheep has me on my knees begging for the email with the extra twenty five percent off sale promo code. But this month I am trying to stay strong, like all the high hearty men are doing dry July, I am doing no buy July. For a month I am not going to to buy anything, yes I have already failed miserably but that is ok, I needed that vintage crystal necklace and there was now one there stopping me from handing over sixty dollars cash for it. But somehow in my head, even though I have only worn it once it is still worth every dollar I spent on that and I will hold that thought forever. Plus it's vintage it will keep going up in value.
The day I brought it I went to the night markets in the city near the queen Victoria markets, I expected there to be stalls of things to buy because market, what else was I supposed to expect. But there was mainly food which was really disappointing. I wasn't hungry because before I got there I had a 7/11 slurpie which I mixed are raspberry lemonade V into and drank out the front of the Melbourne library while wondering where all the skateboarders were (btw they were just at the top of the steps) I was also totally having a break down because I stabbed my self in my ring and cyst myself really deep, it's still heeling like three weeks later, and I just couldn't stand it, I was tired and just wanted to go look at the designer shops but they were like a km away. I was failing to function, luckily my friend had a little monster Band aid that she gave me to feel better, which did make me recover but it also set in a god mindset. We decided after my meltdown that it was time to go into the library, we were aiming to go see the Ned Kelly armour, the real stuff I'm guessing but when we asked for directions we got sent strait to the exit. I don't think I've ever felt like that but I took was the guard said, pretended I heard and walked out with confidence. That was a pretty good day actually, I think I worked 8 hours in the morning, hence the tiredness, necessary for a Second V and the thoughts that I could walk onto any road and it would be ok because cars stop for me. Yes cars stopped for me, because my friends wouldn't let me walk until the man turned green, that's a slay for them. And you know what I was a slay with the directions all day, even managed to catch a tram with no deaths injury's or bad omens. Of course until we left the marked absolutely stuffed and craving McDonald's ice cream. I specifically wanted a frozen Fanta with soft serve on top. A delicacy that I know, as a McDonald's Crew Coach is not on the kiosk menu, so I stood at the register for what felt like 15 minutes, my friend order get her drink, left to get on the train missed and a returned before I even got to order. But I stood there happily waiting, watching the food be made in the kitchen and slid down a happy metal slide the floor bellow it where it was served, an absolute miracle all while the lady in line behind me wearing a cat jumper and like a head shorter than me and I pretty short stood way to close to me that I could green her. Even asking her why she was so close didn't get her to move back. but by now I have finally orded, get my drink and even got the chance to confront the server for giving my friends the wrong item, to which she said there was nothing she could do. Only to 5 minutes later kick us out of the dining room! Because it was closing.
Although this was a fun experience and I still have the Gucci nail polish on I tested in the David jones store at Melbourne central (it is the most perfect avocado green colour you could imagine) it was fo sure all a mind trick for me to procrastinate my holiday homework. And here I am right now reflecting on a fun day, writing about my life in extreme detail all as another way to avoid writing my English oral. A like 700 word persuasive speech that was due a week and a half ago, and I will be presenting in a week. So far all I have is research, like 4a3 pages or like two thousand words and I still can't manage to sting together a couple sentences to present to my English teacher, so I pass year 12. Passing reminded me that I should be doing my Viscom homework so she doesn't fail me or make me have a meeting with the year level coordinator, even though he USI absent from school, just like every teacher who has Covid. Which is apparently so many that I get to have a day off from school tomorrow, but I probably should get my work done. I am going to go to the gym in the morning, I have been really into trying to get a little bit fitter, I enjoy running and last week I was able to run 1.5 km. I want to try and improve as best as I can, I have family friends training (from what I've herd sometimes at night in the hills and naked) for a 14km winery run in October that I thought my parent were going to do and I could join but they aren't going to, I think this still might be a goals in my future, but for like the end of 2023 I don't think I can achieve that in what like 4 months. I thought this would be a cool thing because at the end they get to do wine tasting and I would be 18 but I don't think drinking is for me. Not keen on the experience tbh. Alcohol makes me sleepy, which reminds me that I am trying to go to bed early tonight, last night I didn't get my goal of 9pm but I still went to be an hour earlier that I normally yet I slept in for an extra half an hour, it made me almost be late, but because I did my hair really nicely straightened yesterday I didn't have to worry about what I looked like, but I still did, just had to think about eating and taking my stuff. I didn't even have to pack lunch because I decided I was going to leave school at lung and get rice paper roles with chicken from a cafe near the station. I got enough for my mum as well and they were more expensive than I remember but they were so good I was so happy, I was also so hungry that I probably could have eaten double the amount, I also ate so much at dinner, which I don't normally do but I think all the dance I have been doing is making me hungry maybe, we can compare next week when I don't have to be so intense.
I'm pretty sure I have mostly perfect vision, I don't have trouble seeing at all, I can see pretty far and read totally fine but when I sit in my phone sometimes happens to them where that cannot focus probably, they feel sore maybe I'm not blinking enough but I think my solution is going to be to go to bed. Goodnight.
