AboutHuzzah! I'm B. Welcome to the little corner of the interwebs known as my blog. Expect sarcastic remarks, overuse of adjectives, attempts at wit, thrilling tales of ineptitude, and general musings on life as I know it.
I was at a friend’s last night, and I think her little niece may have unearthed motherly emotions I wasn’t aware I had. She was going around collecting goodbye kisses from everyone but me (because I still have no idea how to interact with a two year old) and she realised she’d missed me out, pointed, and ran back toward me. I then proceeded to melt into a gooey puddle of affection, obviously.
I think my survival instincts might be overdeveloped. I pulled into a carpark that was virtually empty to check for directions today and must’ve only been idling there for like, two minutes tops, when a car pulled up right beside me. The driver smiled at me when I looked over, because they were probably a nice person or whatever, but I straight up panicked, practically threw the street directory back into the glovebox, and immediately drove off without knowing where I was going. In my defense, getting lost in the Stepford-esque manicured mindfuck that is the Western suburbs kind of throws you. Also, who parks right next to another car when there are literally dozens of other bays?
My main source of motivation to get out of bed every morning is either having to pee or hoping that I’ll get to see something pretty during the day.
I suppose now’s an appropriate time as any, now that we’re into the latter half of the year and all, to see how poorly I’ve been doing RE: resolutions / my ongoing quest to be less shit.
Be a better friend.
I actually think I’m doing okay here? Admittedly, there’s been brief periods where I’ve basically dropped off the face of the earth, but on the whole I’ve been better about keeping in touch. Hell, I even organised brunch with some friends this past Sunday, which was lovely, and I’m co-planning a friend’s birthday in a couple of weeks.
This I’m less confident about. My marks are still wildly inconsistent. For every few high distinctions, there’s been a shit grade that could’ve been completely preventable if I’d bothered to put in the effort.
Take care of yourself.
I freely admit to utterly dropping the ball on this one. I mean, I’ve thought about regular exercise? Like, it has crossed my mind? Translating that into action is surprisingly a lot harder. Who would’ve thought? The only remotely beneficial thing I’ve done for my body is worn earplugs to all the gigs I’ve been to this year, but that’s something, at least?
Learn something new.
I learnt how to sew a shank button back on to one of my jackets. I also learnt that it was called a shank button. That’s one basic skill I acquired embarrassingly late for an adult human.
Read more books.
I don’t want to jinx it or anything, but I think I’m on track to finally hit a dozen books. I’m currently on my seventh. I’ve kept to my promise of reading widely, too. Last year, I read way too many novels with literary young male protagonists (semi-autobiographical, most likely, and a lot of them not great) and I’m proud to say so far this year, I’ve read exactly none.