Should I or should I not retire my monroe piercing?
I got it something like 2½ -3 years ago and while I still like it, I don’t know if I *love* it anymore. I sometimes look at myself in the mirror and think, “Why the fuck did I do that?”. My nose piercing is something I’ve had since I was 15 (holy fuck, 7 years?!) so that’s really a part of me, but I don’t know if the monroe is.
So what do you think? Majority rules – if you honestly think I should remove it, say so. If not, then say so. I won’t be offended so please give your honest opinion.
As I will be out tomorrow (drinking, having fun, celebrating my Aussie-ness), I thought I should blog now. Even though it’s 11:18pm and I’m sooo ready for bed, I felt like I needed to blog.
So tomorrow is Australia Day, and I’m super pumped – I don’t think we did much last year, so this year is going to be lots of fun. My parents are having a BBQ at their place with all the family. I’ve made a zucchini slice/quiche thing to take with me; I’ll be interested to see how it tastes. But most of all, I’m looking forward to a day off work.
I think there’s something about Australians that is so unique – and I’m probably just saying that because I am an Aussie and that’s all I know; I’m sure that every other person from the world’s nationalities feels the same way about their own country’s people – but we’re just so chilled about everything. We’re the world’s lazybums. Today, being the day between the weekend and Australia Day, around half a million Australians took the day off work, with the damage to the economy being estimated at $250 MILLION. And Australia’s population is only 21 million, so what’s that – 2.5% of the population, roughly? But that doesn’t take into account how many of the population are actually employed, so it probably brings it up to around 5%.
Anyway, complete tangent. I was not one of the slackers today – I worked, but there wasn’t really a whole lot to do. I was bored out of my brain, to be completely honest, and really looking forward to coming home.
This is a complete ramble blog entry. I only just realised. I think I’m getting tired. Yup, I am.
I might try vlogging soon – it seems to be the way for a lot of people nowadays, and part of the reason for not blogging so much here now is because I’m typing all day at work, so the last thing I want to do when I get home is type a whole heap.
Anywho – AUSSIE AUSSIE AUSSIE!!! OI OI OI!
Happy Australia Day, folks 
*pst – less than 3 weeks till my birthday!*
I recently went to a local restaurant, where I thoroughly enjoyed my meal but wasn’t able to finish it.
I asked our waitress if I could take the leftovers home, but was refused due to ‘health regulations’. That’s fine, and I wouldn’t have worried about it, IF the very same restaurant didn’t offer takeaway as well.
I understand the reason for not allowing ‘doggy bags’ – taking food home, having it in the fridge for a few days and reheating it, only to potentially come down with food poisoning or similar – but what is the difference in me taking home some leftovers from my meal and reheating them, or getting some takeaway food from the same place, not eating it all, and reheating it at home a few days later? Aren’t the potential dangers identical?
The world we live in is full of, in my father’s words, “bureaucratic bullshit”.
For years I’ve gone on about how inspiring things are, how unique and intriguing things are. Right now, I’m feeling very uninspired. To the point of boredom. I’m not blaming anything or anyone in particular (except for myself, I suppose) for my feelings towards my life right now. It really feels like I’m just ‘going through the motions’ – doing what I have to do to survive, ie. getting up, going to work, coming home, eating dinner, going to bed. Wash, rinse, repeat.
I’ve not always felt like this. I used to feel inspired every day, feel different every day, and have something new to talk about or just feel a certain way about. Lately, that’s been lacking. I don’t know if it’s the aspect of settling into a new phase of life (marriage) or if its something else. I mean, with my feeling this way so soon after getting married, the average person would think it has something to do with that, but I can honestly say I don’t know why I’m like I am.
I’m tired. Honestly, I’ve never felt this tired in my entire life. And it’s consistent. Constant tired, constant struggle to keep my eyes open and my mind ‘on the job’. I’m only 21 – I’m meant to be lively and full of energy, not dull and boring and almost asleep by 9pm.
I’m feeling lost, I guess is the best way to put it. I’m in a rut. I don’t feel like I’m heading in any particular direction. I’m sitting stagnant. Maybe my subconscious feels there’s nothing left to do – I have a good job, I’m married – that’s what life says is all you need, right? Well, life, you’re wrong. I need more than just the job and marriage. I need stimulation. I need a few more challenges. I need something to mix it up once in a while. I mean, is that so much to ask?
This is just my head, at 10:55pm on a Monday night. I’ll probably be fine in the morning.
