Pre 21st

Sorry for smelling like cigarette smoke and laughing too loud and getting too emotionally involved in tv shows and making you choose between photos and staring at things and saying dumb things when I get nervous and being super indecisive at the worst times and crying over nothing when it's actually about everything and having bad skin and keeping you up all night because I don't want to be alone even though

Here's to The Fashion Institute, for introducing me to some amazing people and for teaching me some pretty great stuff about fashion as well. Will miss this beautiful classroom. This was taken on the day of my last class, Personnel Development 3. Seems relevant. 

 I know I am technically Class of 2014, but there are more beautiful faces on this side of the wall. I love all you girls so much. The Fashion Institute gave me the opportunity to experience all the highs and lows of the fashion industry, and I couldn't be happier. It gave me a first hand look at places and events I could only ever dream of being a part of. As much as I love fashion I have decided to keep this love as a hobby rather then a career. To be honest it's too much stress and my life goals now involve exploring the world and trying to change it for the better. I have been studying for my Philosophy exam for Sydney Uni, which is basically a mini HSC to determine if I can enter as a mature age student or not. I am hoping to study a Bachelor of International and Global studies, majoring in Anthropology and maybe Sociology.

This is most definitely my favourite American themed lunch place in Surry Hills, Brooklyn Hide. I know I have posted about them before but they are just that good! I personally recommend the Bagel featured above, the Midtown. It is my absolute favourite. The best corned beef I have ever eaten, sauerkraut, swiss cheese and mustard mayo goes down a treat! 

Life lesson I learnt this month, don't try to dye dark hair a lighter colour without lightening it first because it will just make it black. Life lessons learnt the hard way, but you know what I don't really mind the black hair. Even if it highlights my horribly white winter skin.

“A dog has no use for fancy cars, big homes, or designer clothes. A water logged stick will do just fine. A dog doesn't care if you're rich or poor, clever or dull, smart or dumb. Give him your heart and he'll give you his. How many people can you say that about? How many people can make you feel rare and pure and special? How many people can make you feel extraordinary?” 

Helped Luke buy a new suit for my party.

He pretends to hate her but there is an unspoken friendship between these two.

Sassie keeping me company while I study (cry).

I spend half my time "studying", organising my pens and colour coding things. I am the worst studier, but the best procrastinator. 

Stressing trying to decorate and prepare my room for my party. 

Couldn't sleep so I stayed up til 3am one night making these photo collages. It was pretty strange going through 21 years of memories. 

Feelin so progressive right now. Here's to Sydney finally starting to catch up with the rest of the world. So happy with my oyster opal card.

Another life lesson learnt, never let your dad cut your baby's nails. He somehow managed to make two of her little nails bleed. She was so upset, poor thing. Never again. And the weird part is that my dad is a podiatrist. Lets just put it down to the fact that he specialises in treating human feet, not dog feet. 

Practising my non existent hair dressing skills as another form of study procrastination.

The four main men in my life right now, Socrates, Nietzsche, Hume & Foucault

Seriously could eat this everyday. Bagels with smoked salmon, cream cheese (on everything), and cucumber. I just realised that in one blog post I have posted about bagels twice. I may have a problem. 

She hates getting washed, but loves being a clean wet dog. 

She seriously runs around like crazy whenever she is washed. Check out the video of Sassie on her insta @sassiefox

This is my friend Starsh's cat, he has been my favourite cat on this planet since I met him in year 3. He may now be an old man but he is still a beauty. 

Here's to this weekend being the end of my non-adult existence. Here's to stressing about Saturday exams. Here's to my second food post in a row. Here's to shitty lattes. Here's to my anxiety and here's to my amazing friends and family who have been helping me out so much the past couple of weeks, keeping me sane. A toast to the end of innocence. 

Feeling awful. I decided to go to sleep at 9pm on Friday night before my exam because I thought getting a decent amount of sleep would be good for me. Instead my body decided to wake me up at 12, but my sleeping pills were still active so I was able to fall back asleep straight away. But then I woke up at 3am and spent 2hrs lying in bed trying so desperately to get back to sleep. It was impossible so I gave up and decided to just get up and finish decorating my room. 

Hadn't slept til 3am, somehow managed to drive to Uni. Was so happy to hear Nicole's song "High" not only on the way there but also on the drive home. It was literally like my friend was just giving me a big hug saying goodluck and then congratulations. But I did it! 6 months later and I have finished something I started and I couldn't be more proud. I am not %100 sure on how I went in the actual exam, I have a feeling I may have mixed up a couple of philosophers and their concepts but I think I showed a pretty good understanding. My 3 essays before this were all Distinction/ High Distinction so fingers crossed I pass! I may be getting in to Uni this year! And who says that you need to do well in the HSC, to succeed in life. If I had actually gotten what I wanted to get in the HSC, I would have been studying Fashion Design at UTS, I would have never gone to London and I would have been painfully unhappy with life. The long way is always the better way, it's about the journey, not the final product (cheers Nietzsche, still can't spell your name without autocorrect). Now to turn 21.


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