And this is a good way to start
http://coffeeteasodapoppeets.blogspot.com/2010/04/note-to-self.html
I love this post I found on a fellow blogger's blog; don't you already feel a bit uplifted by it?
Morning, by the way, and once again, ta if you are reading this (I need proof you are, so follow me, and lets get it in writing) x
Sunday, 22 August 2010
...a party planner
This is not strictly true as I am already, in a way, a party planner. I am currently planning a party for my own 21st birthday next week. It is a horrendously scary feat to take on...and you wouldn't really think it would you? Planning a party, you think, ooooo, why not?! HOW exciting! This is the initial reaction/feeling. This lasts all of 1 day. After that, its just all a bit...worrying.
I have "planned" parties in the past - all my own I must say - and they have been relatively low key, chilled out affairs, with the night ending in everyone trooping out to a club and by the morning no one can remember much and what they can remember seemed very pleasant.
This, however, is not just any party. It's my 21st. Not only that but there are no plans to troop out to a club at late o'clock. So, essentially, my guests have to stay thoroughly entertained and content from 8pm till 3? 4? 5am? If my party was being held in a funky old warehouse with Swedish House Mafia DJ'ing and Jamie Oliver providing the eats then hakuna matata (also, I would be a SWEET party planner) but my party is in my garden, I am making the eats and the music is my very own iPod. Oh yeaaaah.
So, you see? Worrying. I guess the dream here is not to be a party planner, but more a....successful party planner - a legend in the world of PP (party planning) you could say.
Wish me luck won't you?
And Happy Birthday might be an appropriate wish too.
Will keep you posted (literally - I do love this blogging terminology) on the status of my PP.
I have "planned" parties in the past - all my own I must say - and they have been relatively low key, chilled out affairs, with the night ending in everyone trooping out to a club and by the morning no one can remember much and what they can remember seemed very pleasant.
This, however, is not just any party. It's my 21st. Not only that but there are no plans to troop out to a club at late o'clock. So, essentially, my guests have to stay thoroughly entertained and content from 8pm till 3? 4? 5am? If my party was being held in a funky old warehouse with Swedish House Mafia DJ'ing and Jamie Oliver providing the eats then hakuna matata (also, I would be a SWEET party planner) but my party is in my garden, I am making the eats and the music is my very own iPod. Oh yeaaaah.
So, you see? Worrying. I guess the dream here is not to be a party planner, but more a....successful party planner - a legend in the world of PP (party planning) you could say.
Wish me luck won't you?
And Happy Birthday might be an appropriate wish too.
Will keep you posted (literally - I do love this blogging terminology) on the status of my PP.
Saturday, 21 August 2010
...a successful BMX'er
Currently watching Rude Tube. There are some seriously hilarious/scary/sick/amazing videos out there in this digital world.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_cr9b3pT4Rk&feature=related
Check this vid out, pretty horrific. It isn't me by the way. Just to clear that up.
It must have taken serious guts...those same guts that were promptly splattered across the ground....oh dear. Some aspirations, in hindsight, are just not worth following through I suppose. Although, if you never try, you never know....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_cr9b3pT4Rk&feature=related
Check this vid out, pretty horrific. It isn't me by the way. Just to clear that up.
It must have taken serious guts...those same guts that were promptly splattered across the ground....oh dear. Some aspirations, in hindsight, are just not worth following through I suppose. Although, if you never try, you never know....
Friday, 20 August 2010
...a size 10/12
While I was sweating profusely, running my arse off at the gym last night, the one thing I was focused on was the little number in the top left corner of my screen. The calorie counter. Calories rule my life a bit nowadays. I can't really remember when this started though, it's strange. I know I was never bothered about what or how much I ate, or whether I was doing enough exercise, at school, or even on my gap year.
Wait. Yes, it's coming back to me...my gap year! Aha. It may surprise some of you out there to know that whilst on my gap year I gained...no I can't say it....argh but I must....I gained two stone. Bleeuuuurgghhhh. There I said it. And I did. As my Grandma once lovingly put it, I came back as 'quite a big girl' (she also made a lovely gesture with her hands that, I suppose, was to show how wide I had been. Cheers G'ma). So since then my weight has always been an issue.
I know I probably don't look too bad to everyone else - and since then I have lost most of that 'gapfat' - but I still lust after a skinny-mini bod. So, when I am at the gym/walking home/having a Starbucks all I think about are the calories.
I mean, I'm only 20 years of age and I have already had a good 2 years of calorie counting. Lets think positively here, and say I live till 100, thats another 80 years of CC (calorie counting)*. It's mindnumbing.
However, I wont stop until I have reached my goal of being a size 10/12.
Currently, I am a size 12/14 - on good days I buy size 12, on bad days I buy size 14. I aspire to be a size 10/12. Which would mean that on good days I could buy a size 12, but on very good days I could buy a size 10. Ahhh those days are like a dream to me. I can see it now....sashaying into a shop, with my skinny-mini size 10 bod and purchasing a size 10 dress that shows off my skinny-mini beaut of a bod.
Back to reality.
Expect updates on this aspiration quite frequently alongside humorous tales from my time spent in the gym (what an odd place at times). For now, you have had quite enough of a peek into my personal predicaments, so TTFN.
*Even as I abreviated the words to letters just then, I wondered whether actually I should write them out fully as it may burn a few more calories by typing....Zut alors! Je suis fou!
Wait. Yes, it's coming back to me...my gap year! Aha. It may surprise some of you out there to know that whilst on my gap year I gained...no I can't say it....argh but I must....I gained two stone. Bleeuuuurgghhhh. There I said it. And I did. As my Grandma once lovingly put it, I came back as 'quite a big girl' (she also made a lovely gesture with her hands that, I suppose, was to show how wide I had been. Cheers G'ma). So since then my weight has always been an issue.
I know I probably don't look too bad to everyone else - and since then I have lost most of that 'gapfat' - but I still lust after a skinny-mini bod. So, when I am at the gym/walking home/having a Starbucks all I think about are the calories.
I mean, I'm only 20 years of age and I have already had a good 2 years of calorie counting. Lets think positively here, and say I live till 100, thats another 80 years of CC (calorie counting)*. It's mindnumbing.
However, I wont stop until I have reached my goal of being a size 10/12.
Currently, I am a size 12/14 - on good days I buy size 12, on bad days I buy size 14. I aspire to be a size 10/12. Which would mean that on good days I could buy a size 12, but on very good days I could buy a size 10. Ahhh those days are like a dream to me. I can see it now....sashaying into a shop, with my skinny-mini size 10 bod and purchasing a size 10 dress that shows off my skinny-mini beaut of a bod.
Back to reality.
Expect updates on this aspiration quite frequently alongside humorous tales from my time spent in the gym (what an odd place at times). For now, you have had quite enough of a peek into my personal predicaments, so TTFN.
*Even as I abreviated the words to letters just then, I wondered whether actually I should write them out fully as it may burn a few more calories by typing....Zut alors! Je suis fou!
...a blogger: part II
This blogging business is a bit tricky, isn't it? I just sat and wrote a whole new post, and have also just sat and vehemently discarded it.
I'm not sure if I should have just posted it anyway though...and had you (if you are there) read it and discard it mentally yourself, had it been as bad as I thought it was. Yet, that would risk embarrassment. On the other hand it would show bravery...quite a pickle.
Anyway, I shall reinvent the discarded post and it will be with you shortly. I hope. Thank you to anyone who has read/is reading my blog - you are amazing people. I am in turn, in your debt.
Love to you (I still don't know who you are).
I'm not sure if I should have just posted it anyway though...and had you (if you are there) read it and discard it mentally yourself, had it been as bad as I thought it was. Yet, that would risk embarrassment. On the other hand it would show bravery...quite a pickle.
Anyway, I shall reinvent the discarded post and it will be with you shortly. I hope. Thank you to anyone who has read/is reading my blog - you are amazing people. I am in turn, in your debt.
Love to you (I still don't know who you are).
Thursday, 19 August 2010
....a Blogger.
Yes, today I am aspiring to be a blogger.
It's an aspiration that has given me several (two) sleepless nights since I began to seriously consider setting up a blog of my own. Irrational fears started to haunt me; what do I write about? Do I actually have anything interesting to say? Do I want to bear my soul to the digital world and have it judged in ways that could be seriously damaging to my sanity? Apparently I do have things to say, and I do believe these things are interesting and I am not worried for my sanity. I know this because here I am. On my blog. Writing to you (who are you?).
The definition of the word 'aspire' (PLEASE READ ON I SWEAR THIS IS NOT A RUN DOWN OF THE ENGLISH DICTIONARY IT IS RELEVANT AND INTERESTING) is, 'to direct ones hopes or ambitions towards achieving something'. I like this. It gives off the aura of someone who tries; a trier. The idea that you are moving towards achieving something is so appealing as it doesn't suggest any pressure or time limit - one is simply gearing up for a time when they will have established a platform from which they can achieve a life ambition. Or preparing themselves to begin the long journey to realising a hope, a dream. These people are triers. I am one of them.
I am aspiring to be and do many things (which in due course you will find out. Hence the blog. Duh) but for now all you need to know is that I aspired to be a blogger. I had hopes of writing something that others would find interesting, entertaining, funny, lovable, quirky...the list goes on...so I directed these hopes towards creating a (successful) blog in the digital world which we inhabit. I aspired. I achieved (?). Congratulations are in order. Yet this is just the beginning.
It's an aspiration that has given me several (two) sleepless nights since I began to seriously consider setting up a blog of my own. Irrational fears started to haunt me; what do I write about? Do I actually have anything interesting to say? Do I want to bear my soul to the digital world and have it judged in ways that could be seriously damaging to my sanity? Apparently I do have things to say, and I do believe these things are interesting and I am not worried for my sanity. I know this because here I am. On my blog. Writing to you (who are you?).
The definition of the word 'aspire' (PLEASE READ ON I SWEAR THIS IS NOT A RUN DOWN OF THE ENGLISH DICTIONARY IT IS RELEVANT AND INTERESTING) is, 'to direct ones hopes or ambitions towards achieving something'. I like this. It gives off the aura of someone who tries; a trier. The idea that you are moving towards achieving something is so appealing as it doesn't suggest any pressure or time limit - one is simply gearing up for a time when they will have established a platform from which they can achieve a life ambition. Or preparing themselves to begin the long journey to realising a hope, a dream. These people are triers. I am one of them.
I am aspiring to be and do many things (which in due course you will find out. Hence the blog. Duh) but for now all you need to know is that I aspired to be a blogger. I had hopes of writing something that others would find interesting, entertaining, funny, lovable, quirky...the list goes on...so I directed these hopes towards creating a (successful) blog in the digital world which we inhabit. I aspired. I achieved (?). Congratulations are in order. Yet this is just the beginning.
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