Dresses

There is just something about dresses that i love. I have always loved dresses, even when i was going through that moody, pre-pubescent "i will wear only baggy, black clothing" phase. I was just in denial.
We have what i like to call a progress report from when i was little, and it says that my favourite activity is to "twirl about in frilly dresses" which is still true today.

I have several favourite dresses, but my upmost favourite i have only worn once.

I bought and altered it for a party in.. oh, about October last year? Being quite a major party, everyone has seen this dress, and i'm not one to never wear a dress i like twice, but it was at this party, in October, that i met mister Michael who then became my boyfriend in April. So it's kind of linked with that memory... meeting a really nice boy who wasn't on the internet and actually took an interest in me for the first time. 

I really want to wear this dress again, though. Ah well maybe i'll have the confidence to soon.

In other news, here are a selection of dresses i have loved over the years from ModCloth.com, which i plan to sew at some point in time (probably this Summer)

 

I'll let you know if i make any dresses this Summer, which i should do, because they are so much fun to make.

Ugh.

Sorry for not blogging or whatever. Only two or three people read this so i don't know why i'm even bothering.

"Gilbert darling, don't lets ever be afraid of things. It's such dreadful slavery. Let's be daring and adventurous and expectant. Let's dance to meet life and all it can bring to us, even if it brings scads of trouble and typhoid and twins!" 

Do you know what i'm afraid of? Not the dark. Not being alone or lost or death or anything like that. I'm not afraid i'll never find someone to love me, i'm not afraid i'll get murdered and i'm not afraid of choking on small objects, which is apparently a very serious fear that some percentage of the population experience. They worry too much in my opinion.
Where was i? Oh, right, the thing i am afraid of... i appear to have forgotten what it was. Oh well.

You know what? I don't really enjoy Nursing. No, that's a lie, I enjoy Nursing, i'm just not passionate about it.
I wonder what i am passionate about... i'm sure i'll find out in due course. It'll probably be something cheesy like a person or something. Cody, watch out.

Maybe that's it, i'm afraid i'll never find my "calling" in life... it certainly isn't Nursing.  Well, it might be a specific field of Nursing, and i just haven't realised it yet. I don't know. But somehow i don't think it is Art, either... So i'm feeling lost at the moment. It's not a good feeling.

Maybe i will go live under a bridge and fling stones at small children. 

Tea

So i finally got around to uploading the vlog i recorded last month, it's really quite terrible but is better than nothing!

So far this year i have tried countless different types of herbal tea, but i still want more suggestions! So go leave me a comment with your top three teas that you would recommend and i'll try them out :)

Not much more from me today i'm afraid, i am really very ill and might go to sleep soon, but i still need to make a start on an assignment.

I just want cuddles and... well anything. Any TV show you like.

I'm still sick!

This cold is not getting better, it is getting worse.
I have a feeling that i'll be spending my entire day in bed, reading and attempting to start my first assignment for this semester... but it's not due until Monday and we all know what i'm like.

Slightly, well, completely off topic, but i think Michelle Dockery was a perfect casting choice for Susan Sto Helit in the TV movie of Hogfather. I also wish they would do more film renditions of Pratchett books... I loved Going Postal and all the others, they are always done so well! Besides, i need something other than Doctor Who to entertain me on these sick days. Which i don't think i'll ever be rid of. This is the longest i have been sick in forever!

Might go open my window, it's really sunny out today!

Mum has just brought me the Show magazine, brb checking out showbags.

This has been a horribly short post... here, have a picture of us at the Adelaide Show in 2008;

i was a cool kid.

I'm paying attention, honest!

I am really terrible at listening in lectures. I'm in one right now, and the lecturer is really interesting but i am just too tired!
I have decided that i need to spend more time at home studying, as well as paying attention in classes or lectures, because currently all i do at home is tumblr and facebook and general social interaction type things. This, of course, is not at all good for my studies! I'm very slow to get back into uni mode, but i'm getting there. 4 weeks in and i'm finally doing my readings, getting folders and printing off lecture notes. I have no idea what else to talk about here...

Did you know that the speed of conduction along a Myelinated fiber is approximately 150 meters a second? We're learning about the nervous system and reaction times for motor commands.

Got drenched walking to uni, decided that i probably should have accepted the offer of an umbrella from mum this morning.
Went to my Biology class, actually did work... went to Cultural Perspectives on Health and found i missed a lot when i was sick last week, and now have an entire DVD to try and catch up on so that i can actually start the first assignment.
Met up with a friend who i met last year at Uni, she continued on in the course i met her in and is now doing Printmaking electives and i think going on to be an art teacher, which is cool. I realised half way through our lunch that i hadn't even really said anything, she was just rambling on and there wasn't much time for me to talk. I didn't mind, of course, it was just odd because usually it is me who is the chatterbox.
Went to the Mortlock Wing to do some studying in the rest of my two hour break but all the tables were taken. Ended up chilling in the general part of the State Library instead. Which was better in the long run anyway as i think i'd have fallen asleep in the Mortlock Wing because it's so cozy in there!


Now i'm going to continue learning about the nervous system. After that i'll plug myself into some Frank Sinatra and saunter on down to the train station and catch a train home. If anything excited happens i'll let you know tomorrow!

Still cannot believe i am managing to post every day... wow.

   Sincerely,

Victoria
  xxo

How connected are we really?

Well look what we have here; blogging two days in a row? Madness!

So i am currently sitting on a train on my way home. I just had my regular Cocolat visit with my Monday buddies, i had another French Earl Grey tea this week, last week i tried to mix it up and had an Iced Coffee, but it was huuuuge and was all i had for that entire day so it left me feeling really sick. Tea over coffee for me, every time.

There are approximately 50 or so people in the carriage i am in, half of them have earphones in. Every time i’m on a train i can’t help get to thinking about the theory that we are all more connected yet disconnected than ever before. We spend so much time on the internet or our phones or plugged into our music players, and such little time actually interacting with other people or observing the real world. You get listening to your iPod as you walk down the street and you’re in your own world… some people get so caught up they walk straight into traffic like i saw one boy do a few weeks ago. He didn’t get hit or anything, but it makes you think. Sure, we’re connecting with people all over the world, but there is, as mum would say ‘more than one way to skin a cat’*. We were meeting people from other countries centuries before they invented the internet, they called it travelling. But, Victoria, why would i want to leave my nice warm bedroom/cardboard box/space underneath this bridge** when i can visit other countries for about $30 a month through my computer? Which is very true, we’ve traded in experience for convenience. You can’t really know what a place is like, what a person is like without experiencing it in real life. There are many things that are well suited to this kind of thing; blogs, Facebook updates about your cat being poisoned by your crazy next door neighbour, books*** and various others… but i don’t know, i just think things are far better when they are real.

Which, of course, is why I spend all of my time on the internet.
To be fair, i’ve explored all there is to explore in this corner of the globe. That and I have a degree to get through and I need something to distract me from it.


So, yes… I have had a nice Monday!


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*mum actually has so many different versions of this, it is disturbing. “More than one way to kill a cat other than choking it with cream” “than feeding it aspirin and letting it bleed to death from its stomach”^

**if you live under a bridge, a) great internet reception, who are you stealing that from and b) why are you reading my blog there are so many great flash games out there that your time would be better spent on. like http://www.gettheglass.com for example…

*** Though, personally, nothing will ever compare to the smell or the feel of a real book. Or, for that matter, a persons handwriting… you can tell a lot from a persons handwriting. (That and i just find it really interesting)

^ I am glad i am not a cat. I also hope that if i die before my mum, that i am not reincarnated as a cat within a 3km radius of her.

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Hoping you are well,
Victoria
  xxo

It hasn't been a week so this still counts

Look, it's Sunday not Monday therefore it has not been an entire week since i last posted.
Shut up don't give me that.

So i decided last night that i am actually going to do my Nursing homework this semester and see if that can get me some motherfezzing distinctions.
So i am currently was reading something for a class i have tomorrow but i got distracted as i usually do and i am now listening to music in my iTunes and realising that what the actual fuck i don't have any We The Kings?!

Sorry

Anyway, i was talking to mum earlier about her beauty therapy course and how she got distinctions and high distinctions for every flipping subject. Way to make me feel good about getting credits. Sheesh.  But yes so that is my motivation; I must do better than my mother. Oh and i do like getting distinctions, they make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside!

Speaking of books, i STILL haven't finished the last 30 pages of Anne of Windy Willows. I think it's because every time i open it to finish it i get caught up in the scent and start daydreaming about large libraries filled floor to ceiling with beautiful books and long marble halls with tall windows.

My favourite Beatrix Potter book is Squirrel Nutkin. This is mainly because Dad's nickname for me is Squirrel, which is catchier than you think. I also wont let anyone but my father call me it, though i respond to it on automatic so if someone starts talking about squirrels i'll tune into their conversation without thinking. Kind of awkward to explain to people i don't know that sorry, i didn't mean to interrupt but i heard you were talking about Squirrels and oh is this my stop i think it must be, goodbye!
And then i'm at some silly stop like Keswick and i have to wait for the next train to come along and it just RUINS MY ENTIRE DAY.

My room is still really messy... it has been like this for about 3 months. I have three boxes full of stuff on the floor but i can't sort them because it's all stuff i don't know if i want or not... so i can't throw it out but i also have nowhere to store it. Blah.

There we go, blog post! I might write another tomorrow, i'll take my laptop to uni i think :)

Post Script; hi Cody! I love you.

Post number seventy five

I couldn't think of an appropriate title, can you tell?

So i'm sitting here sipping a Horlick's and listening to some 60s music whilst mum dances about the kitchen, singing along.
My past week hasn't been particularly eventful, except for the fact that i kind of might have a boyfriend now. Which is very nice!

At work on Sunday this bloke came in again, he stares at me a lot and follows me around and tries to grab my hands and is just generally really really flirty. He isn't creepy or anything, he's quite nice actually, but it makes me laugh so much. 'Course he takes my uncontrollable laughter as, i don't know, nerves? So i think he thinks i think he is really attractive. Which he kind of is, but he isn't my type (he doesn't like Doctor Who or Harry Potter)
Have i suddenly become really attractive in the past year?! I really don't understand, i never used to get much attention from boys! Maybe it is that i have learned how makeup works.

This is going to be another disjointed post, i hope you know that.

Someone commented on my booth with "Smitten kitten". I like it.
I almost want to google it and see what comes up... okay i will
IT IS A LINGERIE STORE. DYING.

So she waits in the rain for a flicker of hope,
whilst ALL OF HER FRIENDS ARE OUT SMOKING DOPE

idk

i was going to write something lovely but i ceeeeeeebs
this is Tori on not much sleep
HOORAY
i am almost tempted to actually sleep before midnight, but that is crazy.

OH. I will watch August Rush again.
My children better be musically talented. Else they'll find the years of music lessons i make them take to be unbelievably tedious.

I am only joking.

Sort of.


What is there to write? What is there to say?
Same things happen every day.
Not a thing to write, not a thing to say,
So i take my pen in hand and start the same old way
Dear i thought i'd drop a line,
the weather's cool, the folks are fine.
I'm in bed each night at 9,
P.S. I love you. 


Having a bit of a Sinatra sing-a-long.

YEP. So i had a good week or whatever.

Sunbathing in Winter!!

This, here today, is the best day i have had in a while, and i have only been up for 2 hours.
I woke up to sunshine, and i am now sitting outside, sunbathing, in the middle of Winter.
I am about to finish the last 30 pages of Anne of Windy Willows and then go inside and have some porridge.
It is currently 22º but it'll be anywhere up to 28º today and that is lovely weather. My favourite weather.

The sun has warmed my garden, and if it's not too corny, my heart. 
I fell asleep last night in tears because i had been thinking about my most recent heartbreak. You know how i am, always overreacting, well, this time i really wasn't. I'd just bottled it up for so long and i needed a good cry. So that's what i did!

I can smell violets... i really love the smell of violets. 

There's no use ranting about what upset me last night, mainly because i already did so over on tumblr, but also because i need to move forward. There is so much more to be enjoyed in life at this present time, and i do not want to miss out on it because of my selfishness.

I know you wont read this, but i really do adore you. And you need to stop living so far away, please.
I need a hug. A long hug followed by some snogging.
Lots of snogging.

Alright, i'm going to go enjoy the rest of my day!
Here, have a picture of the little violets whom are responsible for that heavenly smell;

Not the best quality photo but i have lost my SD cards and no matter how many times i yell "ACCIO SD CARDS"
and flourish my wand, they do not appear.