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Wednesday, 8 October 2014

She Moves In Her Own Way


So my Ticketmaster subscription emaily thingiemajig notified me that The Kooks are coming to NZ -- The Kooks! Fancy that! 

Now were this 6 years ago I would've been ALL OVER IT. 

But alas.

A faithful keepin-up Kooks fan I have not remained.

But by gosh does this song still make wanna dance.

(That accent though right?!?!)

(Jesse if you read this, I may be keen if you wish to chaperone a poor girl... We can do the thing where I go to grab us drinks - you a water, me 3 beers - and I reappear magically wearing gig merch and beaming proudly like I'd just done the world's bestest trick)


Monday, 6 October 2014

What I was up to in the last year

In the last year I have...

- Lost a little bit of weight then gained it back

- Drank a bit too much and discovered that the aching loneliness and longing for something I didn't even want anymore demanded to be felt anyway. Whether I liked it or not.

- Stopped drinking too much and started chronic sober driver-ing.

- Started to realise that my Nutty took in and actually remembered the dumb explanations I gave her for the astonishingly eloquent questions she's started asking and realised that it well past time that I talked to my kid.

- Turned 26. And I didn't mind. I think I'm finally ready for this. Well... not ready. But ready to not be ready... If you know what I mean... You don't? .... Yeah... neither.

- Learned that getting even means nothing. I used to want to "teach people lessons" and show that no you cannot hurt me and not expect me to take a stab at inflicting pain myself. And yet, standing up for myself was still something I struggled to do.
I've learnt that dumb people will be dumb people... let them be.
And when necessary, to ask for what I need and even maybe have the nerve to expect it.

- Started dancing even without the allowance of inebriation. I've always been a dancer - not professionally of course nor particularly well at times - but a lover of the actioning of it. But you know that awkward mechanical feeling you feel before you get a few in you and you feel like someone's finally issued you with a release form to move? I've shed that now. I dance when I wanna dance. F*&^ it.

 - Yet to finally quit that nasty habit of lighting up toxic (and at times I suppose, tobacco) filled sticks and inhaling, rinsing, repeating... But they've stopped being able to cure stressful days and I've stopped using them thus. Now if I could only stop using them at all...

- Aged a year.

I am dreading and looking forward to the rest of this year.
All I know though is if anyone -- ANYONE, asked me to live this year over again. I would bitch slap them.

Hard.