Status Update...

It is a lot harder than I initially thought to withdraw from the clutches of the modern social media. Not really because I don't feel exposed and like I'm wasting time but because in all honesty I only need a phone these days to look up maps when I inevitably get lost. And who would get to see my amazingly colourful photos of Melbourne graffiti?!

I'll tell you the truth. Today I faltered a bit.. I considered not leaving - after it took me approximately 45 minutes to download 6 of my 972 photos I thought, really this is just too hard. But I will persevere.

I like to think my friends will still make the effort to contact me even if it costs them 10c a message (or free with all these handy new phone chat things - technology these days!).

So although I haven't evacuated the mainstream (and I even updated my status about mundane problems like 3 crap cups of tea in a day... and added possibly the cutest video of a puppy I have ever seen) I am still on the journey!

It has been decided today. I want a Pomeranian... see below.

PS I may or may not have also "liked" Boo (above) on facebook...

Light bulb! ding

So I sit here... on occasion, fairly sporadic occasions usually following a couple of hours of TV or being alone and pretty much complain.

Although statistics have recently shown as Australians we love to complain, I'd like to clarify that claim with, we love to complain when we believe we will get something out of it. Satisfaction, vindication, or a free meal, who knows but like any other transaction what is the point of complaining if you aren't getting anything.

By sitting here, when I do (not very often let's face it) I am doing empty complaining. I'm not gaining friends, information, or probably most importantly life experience. At this point I'd like to note I just heard myself saying this and I sound like a wanker... but here is my point.. I have one I promise. By sitting here and complaining I have no direction, no passion, no hobby, my life is a meaningless waste of incompleteness I haven't really given myself a chance to find any of those things. Instead, I've realised my greatest fears, identified them and then forgotten to follow through.

While I have had achievements, I have achieved over 200 facebook friends (despite my numerous attempts to cull, I mean honestly if I delete you as a "friend" why would you even want to ask me again?), I have accumulated more than 800 photo tags, I have been in more than 20 groups, even admin once or twice. But despite all these, very commendable achievements, my proudest moment in the last 6 months has been making that box (pictured in the post below).

So now, I have decided. I'm leaving this fake world of friends in an attempt to achieve, hopefully more than box making, and enjoy!*

So at the end of this week, after I have collected all my photos and emails off marky marky, I am going to close my account and hope on the train of life!**

* I will still sporadically post

** I will probably have less of a life as all invitations now are via social media... but it's worth a go!

I am suffering from the most horrific bout of procrastination.. It's been 3 hours since I even thought of doing any work. It's around this time I start to wonder why I decided to do a post-grad degree. Especially one as dry as law. Don't get me wrong I really enjoy my course, it just seems that as soon as people get into law or become lawyers their happiness and liveliness drip away... and voila you are introduced to the dull, unhappy culture that breeds the depression that no one seemingly understands?! It's ridiculous.

Obviously I should have remained unqualified for any position and got a job that involved life long travel. Or just travelled for the rest of my life unemployed. Both are much better alternatives to trying to convince myself I'm looking forward to a mock trial on a public holiday.

In order to keep some sanity after exams I decided that I should embark on a little project, that became very big and involved me having to convince my boyfriend and his family it was their project to. I decided to make a box. A very special box that had interchangeable positions (like many other boxes) that my brother could use as a bedside table instead of having a stool. It was also a handy birthday present for the very angry very resentful 19 year old who lives upstairs.

In retrospect, had I planned it better, I'm sure building a wooden box would not have been so stressful. However, as I am a last minute nancy we did the whole thing in 7 hours. Cut, screw, glue, paint, decorate, and dry. Obviously the drying part didn't go so well and we had to hand it to lil' bro a little soggy but I think the final product is pretty impressive! Don't you?

That was a fun project, it made me forget for a little while that I was a law student in the middle of crunch time!

My other procrastination tool for the last week has been reading. I highly recommend the book The Help not so much the movie but definitely the book! Having finished both of them last Sunday I'm a little lost and am now just constantly refreshing my automatically updated facebook page... great.

I may as well attempt round two of study. I think three hours is a long enough break.

Maths makes sense...

Life doesn't make sense. Especially when it acts horribly towards amazing people.

I have never had any real drive or ambition, as you may be able to discern from the below posts. I struggle to find something that I love enough to stay with. But some people, they just know. They know what they want, and they know why. My friend H is one of those people. He knows exactly what he wants. He wants to be a doctor. I want him to be a doctor, his parents want him to be a doctor, everyone wants him to be a doctor. Not because we are shallow and want rich and successful friends/children but because he deserves to be. You can tell when you speak to him that he should be a doctor, if by nothing else then his attrocious handwriting.

So it pained me more than anything else today when I found out that H has been rejected from medical school. Because he knows what he wants, and has worked for it.

It was more frustrating to me that he didn't get what he deserved then me not getting what I claim I deserve because he had a plan, a goal, an ambition and I complain about lacking in all of those.

I guess the bright side of this is that with a rejection true passion and ambition don't die like my half-hazard attempts at loving things. H will probably get into medicine some day if he wishes to continue trying.

Anyway moral of the story is that it stinks H didn't get into med because not only does that mean the world has one less amazing potential doctor but because it proves life, unlike maths, does not make sense. It stinks like fried onion, pictured above.

Sometimes all you need is a little time to think...

and you can find the most wonderful things.