You know what blog?
No.
Today was too full, too complicated, too rich with emotional changes and dramatic twists and turns that I could not even begin to describe it to you.
Here is an emotional map of the day
- Sleepy
- Anxious
- Flustered
- Chirpy
- Apathetic
- Comfortable
- Satisfied
- Guilty (for a split second)
- Mollified
- Uncomfortable
- Empathetic
- Energetic/excited/creative
- Anxious
- Anxious anxious anxious anxious
- Relieved
- Totally out of my mind revived
So, totes not making a blog today.
Yep.
Friday, 8 April 2011
Wednesday, 6 April 2011
Pumpkin and Moments in the Woods
The good thing about having a blog that nobody reads is that nobody will judge you for missing a day of BEDA.
And what a day - in fact, almost two days - it was. I'm both simultaneously proud and ashamed of taking two mental health days from uni. One to hug pillows on my boyfriend's couch and force him to watch Into The Woods because it makes my insides happy and the second, today, to try on a costume for a friends party and roast pumpkin for lunch.
But, as lovely and simple and freeing as these two days have been, I still know that when I wake up tomorrow morning I will have to leave the house and take care of responsibilities and as painful and unappetising as it sounds I will have to face the world and that seems a little unfair. The whole point of a Mental Health Day should be to forget that tomorrow and yesterday even exist and live in that single suspended moment. It should not be overshadowed by that little voice telling you that tomorrow is coming.
And tomorrow has to come. It's dangerous to live in the moment of a day for too long, two moments are far too long.
And soon there will be a day where I will have something else to cry over and thats okay. Thats great. It's possible that that thing will make me long to have this thing back in comparison and thats okay too. As long as I keep moving forward, escaping from the moments, and moving beyond into the consequence of tomorrow.
The best thing about being human is the ability to learn.
Positive Memory of the Day:
At a friend's 18th birthday party I challenged three guys to a chilli eating competition. I won with 6 chillies to 3. And then my mouth hurt forever.
And what a day - in fact, almost two days - it was. I'm both simultaneously proud and ashamed of taking two mental health days from uni. One to hug pillows on my boyfriend's couch and force him to watch Into The Woods because it makes my insides happy and the second, today, to try on a costume for a friends party and roast pumpkin for lunch.
But, as lovely and simple and freeing as these two days have been, I still know that when I wake up tomorrow morning I will have to leave the house and take care of responsibilities and as painful and unappetising as it sounds I will have to face the world and that seems a little unfair. The whole point of a Mental Health Day should be to forget that tomorrow and yesterday even exist and live in that single suspended moment. It should not be overshadowed by that little voice telling you that tomorrow is coming.
And tomorrow has to come. It's dangerous to live in the moment of a day for too long, two moments are far too long.
And soon there will be a day where I will have something else to cry over and thats okay. Thats great. It's possible that that thing will make me long to have this thing back in comparison and thats okay too. As long as I keep moving forward, escaping from the moments, and moving beyond into the consequence of tomorrow.
The best thing about being human is the ability to learn.
Positive Memory of the Day:
At a friend's 18th birthday party I challenged three guys to a chilli eating competition. I won with 6 chillies to 3. And then my mouth hurt forever.
Monday, 4 April 2011
This is how we do it
I feel like every day I should tell this blog something new about me, even though I'm 90% sure nobody is reading them but maybe if I get more subscribers or something, idk.
Anyway, I just contracted an idea from a vlogger I follow. And yes, I contract ideas like diseases. I'm not even trying to be pretentious, I genuinely mean that when I catch an idea it consumes my life for a set amount of time, leaving me unable to function without it affecting my every move, thought and decision. Ideas are diseases for me and, to extend the metaphor, my idea immune system is not particularly strong.
Keeping track? Undedicated, starts traditions, catches ideas like diseases.
Anyway, the latest idea that has me metaphorically wheezing my way up stairs and reaching for the hypothetical tissue box is the idea to accumulate videos of events in my life and make a documentary at the end of the year, possibly even making it a yearly tradition.
(I would like to stress that this was not my idea, a vlogger on youtube is also doing it and inspired me.)
I like having photo albums and I used to keep quote books of my friend's hilarious and often baffling moments but now I'm becoming more into the video format of memory-keeping and story-telling. After all, who doesn't love watching home movies? And I would love to be able to SHOW my future children how I lived and the beautiful friendships and experiences that I had rather than just telling them. Stories fascinate me and, as I learn that memory can be altered by how the individual wishes to remember it, I want to get every story right.
So let's see how long I stay dedicated to that one. My temperature is pretty high though. Metaphorically.
Positive Memory of the Day:
Boot-scooting to Sexy Back at several birthday parties, more lately an old friend's 18th. You can actually boot-scoot to just about anything with a good beat.
Anyway, I just contracted an idea from a vlogger I follow. And yes, I contract ideas like diseases. I'm not even trying to be pretentious, I genuinely mean that when I catch an idea it consumes my life for a set amount of time, leaving me unable to function without it affecting my every move, thought and decision. Ideas are diseases for me and, to extend the metaphor, my idea immune system is not particularly strong.
Keeping track? Undedicated, starts traditions, catches ideas like diseases.
Anyway, the latest idea that has me metaphorically wheezing my way up stairs and reaching for the hypothetical tissue box is the idea to accumulate videos of events in my life and make a documentary at the end of the year, possibly even making it a yearly tradition.
(I would like to stress that this was not my idea, a vlogger on youtube is also doing it and inspired me.)
I like having photo albums and I used to keep quote books of my friend's hilarious and often baffling moments but now I'm becoming more into the video format of memory-keeping and story-telling. After all, who doesn't love watching home movies? And I would love to be able to SHOW my future children how I lived and the beautiful friendships and experiences that I had rather than just telling them. Stories fascinate me and, as I learn that memory can be altered by how the individual wishes to remember it, I want to get every story right.
So let's see how long I stay dedicated to that one. My temperature is pretty high though. Metaphorically.
Positive Memory of the Day:
Boot-scooting to Sexy Back at several birthday parties, more lately an old friend's 18th. You can actually boot-scoot to just about anything with a good beat.
Sunday, 3 April 2011
Tradition
Remember how I said that I was an undedicated person?
I'm also the kind of person who likes starting traditions.
An undedicated person who likes starting traditions is the worst possible combination ever. But there you are, I'm a mix of awful combinations.
Because of private personal circumstances in my life at the moment I want to start blogging Positive Memories every day in order to keep me balanced and sane at this time.
Example!
Positive Memory of the Day: Around Christmas my optometry store's lease was bought out by a competing franchise. My friends went into the Competing Franchise after it opened and scribbled on pamphlets and popped out the plastic lens inserts. They presented me with one of the inserts inside my Christmas Card that year and it was to this day one of the nicest things anyone has done for me.
In other news there is next to no other news other than the fact that I am preparing for a luscious costume party. I think my silk corset is possibly the greatest purchase I ever made thanks to the amount of wear I'm getting out of it.
Today I went to a friends house, by which I mean I was driving past her house with another friend and we decided to invite ourselves over, and she had just received HER corset so all three of us spent about 20 minutes attempting to wrangle her into it.
At one point it was upside down.
And then she fell over a lot and I told them that the longest I had worn my corset unloosened was for seven hours and when you take it off you can feel your lungs expand and you realise that there is far too much air in the world.
It was good times.
I'm also the kind of person who likes starting traditions.
An undedicated person who likes starting traditions is the worst possible combination ever. But there you are, I'm a mix of awful combinations.
Because of private personal circumstances in my life at the moment I want to start blogging Positive Memories every day in order to keep me balanced and sane at this time.
Example!
Positive Memory of the Day: Around Christmas my optometry store's lease was bought out by a competing franchise. My friends went into the Competing Franchise after it opened and scribbled on pamphlets and popped out the plastic lens inserts. They presented me with one of the inserts inside my Christmas Card that year and it was to this day one of the nicest things anyone has done for me.
In other news there is next to no other news other than the fact that I am preparing for a luscious costume party. I think my silk corset is possibly the greatest purchase I ever made thanks to the amount of wear I'm getting out of it.
Today I went to a friends house, by which I mean I was driving past her house with another friend and we decided to invite ourselves over, and she had just received HER corset so all three of us spent about 20 minutes attempting to wrangle her into it.
At one point it was upside down.
And then she fell over a lot and I told them that the longest I had worn my corset unloosened was for seven hours and when you take it off you can feel your lungs expand and you realise that there is far too much air in the world.
It was good times.
Saturday, 2 April 2011
BEDA - And the beginning of a beautiful friendship?
I am very aware that I'm an undedicated person. I tend to jump on and off bandwagons at will.
I was one of the early few to jump ship from Myspace, although instead of going straight to le Facebook I detoured via Livejournal. Now I dabble on the Book of the Face whilst spending 90.8889% of my time on Tumblr.
But THIS is my first foray onto Blogspot and I am intrigued by it's possibilities.
I'm at a point in my life where important lessons are learned in the matter of a few days. In the past few days, for example, I've learnt that I need to consider how words can be taken out of context and have begun to understand that not everyone thinks exactly the same. And I'm actually thankful for those lessons, although the vehicle used to deliver them was not particularly attractive or expectant.
So it's BEDA and I'm slightly late on Australian time but, in case you haven't been paying attention, undedicated.
So I'll be brief for this intro post:
Name: Amy
Age: 19
Likes: Sci-fi/Fantasy, youtube, pokemon, musical theatre, writing
Blog Every Day in April - TCHYAAAA
I was one of the early few to jump ship from Myspace, although instead of going straight to le Facebook I detoured via Livejournal. Now I dabble on the Book of the Face whilst spending 90.8889% of my time on Tumblr.
But THIS is my first foray onto Blogspot and I am intrigued by it's possibilities.
I'm at a point in my life where important lessons are learned in the matter of a few days. In the past few days, for example, I've learnt that I need to consider how words can be taken out of context and have begun to understand that not everyone thinks exactly the same. And I'm actually thankful for those lessons, although the vehicle used to deliver them was not particularly attractive or expectant.
So it's BEDA and I'm slightly late on Australian time but, in case you haven't been paying attention, undedicated.
So I'll be brief for this intro post:
Name: Amy
Age: 19
Likes: Sci-fi/Fantasy, youtube, pokemon, musical theatre, writing
Blog Every Day in April - TCHYAAAA
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