Happy New Year!
Ah Bex, it’s the middle of February...I know I’m a little late, but I trust you all engaged in rowdy celebrations welcoming the beginning of 2013. Mine was pretty tame. I spent the night dancing with my younger twin sisters in the place where our mother pushed us out of her cooka and into this glorious world. Napier, Hawkes Bay. A place I hold lots of great memories and am always happy to visit. The clock struck 12 and as everyone around me pashed each other’s faces off, my sisters and I engaged in an awkward three way hug. We then owned the dance floor for a few more numbers and decided to call it quits at about 1am, before walking home along the beach to our uncle’s house. I couldn’t have been happier.
A new year; new experiences to be had, challenges to face, people to meet and I’m sure crazy adventures to Blog about. Not to mention new resolutions to make and old ones to recycle (Lose 10kgs! This year I will dominate you!) While we are only 6 weeks into it, I have already had my fair share of bad luck. But somehow I am fine and have taken it all in my stride. My time in Sales came to an abrupt end when I arrived at work to be fired on the spot, along with 5 other staff members. Was a crazy way to start the year, but as I sat in the meeting, my boss in tears and me...Well, I suppose a little in shock, I couldn’t help but feel a little relieved. I walked out of the office and felt strangely free and ready to take on the world. However, with my twins about to move up to Auckland and the three of us to become ‘flatmates’, me losing my job couldn’t have come at a worse time. I felt a stress bubble form in my stomach and it was there to stay, that was until I sorted my shit out. Back on the unemployed bus. Next stop… God knows?
I had a little pity party for one for a few days. On the outside, bearing a smiling face and telling everyone around me I was F.I.N.E, but on the inside I was freaking OUT. I organised a meeting at Work and Income, to see if I could get some financial support whilst looking for work, but I rang and cancelled the morning of the meeting. I said to myself right then and there, I wasn’t going back on the Dole. No way in hell. I put my head down, bum up (Hello!) and started, once again, my job hunt.
Ah Bex, it’s the middle of February...I know I’m a little late, but I trust you all engaged in rowdy celebrations welcoming the beginning of 2013. Mine was pretty tame. I spent the night dancing with my younger twin sisters in the place where our mother pushed us out of her cooka and into this glorious world. Napier, Hawkes Bay. A place I hold lots of great memories and am always happy to visit. The clock struck 12 and as everyone around me pashed each other’s faces off, my sisters and I engaged in an awkward three way hug. We then owned the dance floor for a few more numbers and decided to call it quits at about 1am, before walking home along the beach to our uncle’s house. I couldn’t have been happier.
A new year; new experiences to be had, challenges to face, people to meet and I’m sure crazy adventures to Blog about. Not to mention new resolutions to make and old ones to recycle (Lose 10kgs! This year I will dominate you!) While we are only 6 weeks into it, I have already had my fair share of bad luck. But somehow I am fine and have taken it all in my stride. My time in Sales came to an abrupt end when I arrived at work to be fired on the spot, along with 5 other staff members. Was a crazy way to start the year, but as I sat in the meeting, my boss in tears and me...Well, I suppose a little in shock, I couldn’t help but feel a little relieved. I walked out of the office and felt strangely free and ready to take on the world. However, with my twins about to move up to Auckland and the three of us to become ‘flatmates’, me losing my job couldn’t have come at a worse time. I felt a stress bubble form in my stomach and it was there to stay, that was until I sorted my shit out. Back on the unemployed bus. Next stop… God knows?
I had a little pity party for one for a few days. On the outside, bearing a smiling face and telling everyone around me I was F.I.N.E, but on the inside I was freaking OUT. I organised a meeting at Work and Income, to see if I could get some financial support whilst looking for work, but I rang and cancelled the morning of the meeting. I said to myself right then and there, I wasn’t going back on the Dole. No way in hell. I put my head down, bum up (Hello!) and started, once again, my job hunt.
*
* *
2 weeks later I find myself with 3 job opportunities. I always thought it would be great to have options, but boy oh boy now I’m not so sure. Who knew making a decision could be this hard. Option 1) 9-5 job. Steady income. Permanent role. Safe option. Option 2) Temp contract. Short-term. RADIO. Risky option. Option 3) Still in interviewing phase, but if it worked out I’d be the happiest girl on this crazy arse planet. I’ve never been a girl to take the easy road. I truly believe in going after what you want. So, I turned down Option 1 and am, as I like to call it, CHASING THE DREAM! Radio is where I want to be and every ‘N-O’ is only making me more determined. Watch this space.
Now on to less important, but way more exciting things. I have had a realisation lately that everyone around me is growing up really quickly. I signed on to Facebook yesterday to find my little brother (Who in my head is still 8. Pssst he’s 15.) liking pages such as ‘Naked selfies’, and ‘The gap’ (A page pretty much dedicated to ass and va-jay). When did he stop throwing stuff at girls and instead wants to now throw stuff in them?? Inappropriate?! Ahhhhh moving on.
In
5 weeks my best friend is walking down the aisle and saying those two words
that will change her life forever. (I’m
late…ha just kidding. We aren’t there yet). As much as that makes me want to
tear up with excitement thinking about it, I also think the tears are a sign of
‘I’m going to be alone forever. What up 20 cats and welcome hoarder habit’.
Sigh. I became best friends with this girl when I was 12…when did we become old
enough to get married?!! There are people all around me tying the not, bringing
people into the world, purchasing houses, buying people movers and the hardest
decision I’ve had to make lately is, full Brazilian? or landing strip?! Or to
accept the invitation from a drunk Wanganui bogan asking me for a motorboat. To
which I replied, “I’m not going anywhere near the river with you…. “ Oh gotcha.
THAT kind of motorboat. Always about the boobs with you men. Hello my face is up here…2 weeks later I find myself with 3 job opportunities. I always thought it would be great to have options, but boy oh boy now I’m not so sure. Who knew making a decision could be this hard. Option 1) 9-5 job. Steady income. Permanent role. Safe option. Option 2) Temp contract. Short-term. RADIO. Risky option. Option 3) Still in interviewing phase, but if it worked out I’d be the happiest girl on this crazy arse planet. I’ve never been a girl to take the easy road. I truly believe in going after what you want. So, I turned down Option 1 and am, as I like to call it, CHASING THE DREAM! Radio is where I want to be and every ‘N-O’ is only making me more determined. Watch this space.
Now on to less important, but way more exciting things. I have had a realisation lately that everyone around me is growing up really quickly. I signed on to Facebook yesterday to find my little brother (Who in my head is still 8. Pssst he’s 15.) liking pages such as ‘Naked selfies’, and ‘The gap’ (A page pretty much dedicated to ass and va-jay). When did he stop throwing stuff at girls and instead wants to now throw stuff in them?? Inappropriate?! Ahhhhh moving on.
I woke up on Sunday with a hicky. A hicky?!! What am I 16? Gross. Then I remembered back to the night before and had a somewhat blurry vision of me sucking face with a nice white boy, by the name of Ben. Actually no I think it was David. Jarred? …Or was it Sam? Let’s just call him Tim. So Tim and I are pashing up a storm and he begins to try and have sex with me, right in the middle of the dance floor at Lennin (A fully crowded, buzzing Auckland club). So I think to myself, I have options here. Do I just go with this? (It has been a while) and there are couples all over this D-floor imitating wild animals on heat. But before I could make my mind up, up goes a finger and I went from HELLO to HELL-NO in about 30 seconds. Old, party-pooper and seemingly mature Bex kicked in and put a stop to that very public nonsense right away. I blamed it on the wine my bestie and I had drunk on the beach earlier (In a very classy manner might I add) and left poor Jimmy (Whatever the hell his name was) on the floor with a raging boner and no –one to play with. Woops.
On to other news: For some reason this week I thought my intolerance to lactose may all be in my head. A glass of milk later, my arse proved otherwise.
Yes I fully went there. Speaking of which, I’ve decided to get Colonic Hydrotherapy (Practically having your arse water blasted). For some health benefits, but mainly for shits and giggles. Well mainly shits. Stay tuned for a Blog about that bad boy. Don’t cringe, I’m sure you want a step by step rundown, so you can be more well informed. You’re welcome.
Ah it’s good to be back. Have missed you all. Till next time…
Love and Laughs
Bex
P.S I laughed as I read the previous Blog I had written back in December. I said I was going to try limit my chocolate intake. What a joke that was. God I’m funny.
