Semester has Begun!

Simultaneously working a part time job and studying a degree means that I never really get a break. Right this instance I feel as though I am not awake nor asleep.

When I finished high school, there were mere weeks between graduation and the commencement of a full-time summer job. This was where I got my first taste of what it felt like to be hungover and at work. That means I’m a woman now, right?!
I tend to forget that I actually do work fairly hard. It’s probably because my current job is so un-fulfilling. Hashtag university pains. Hashtag I’ve got to stop ‘hastagging’ outside twitter.

So this semester I’m studying Networked media, Broadcast media, Authorship and Narrative in Cinema, and Communication Technologies. I’m quite excited.
I’ve also enrolled into studying  a Diploma of Languages on top of my degree. I’m learning Spanish! Actually, this semester is more of a test run kind of thing. It’s something I’ve never really done before so I could possibly hate it but then again if I could speak Spanish… Woah… the mind wanders. I’m getting a travel boner just thinking about it.

So, if all goes well… In three years time I will have a Degree, a Diploma and just enough money to buy a ticket around the world.

1 more week till I head to Byron Bay for Spledour in the Grass!!

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My First Time (in New York City)

When I was 16 years old I was offered the amazing opportunity to go to New York City with 30 other girls as apart of a creative arts tour hosted by my high school. The moment I received the letter which informed me that I was a successful applicant I couldn’t believe it. As corny as it sounds it was a dream come true. New York was a place I had always wanted to go and having the opportunity to attend with a bunch of close friends would undoubtedly change my life. Even now, two years on, when I think back to that very moment I found out I’d be experiencing the big apple, my tummy still turns with joy.

On September 20th, 2010 after a 24 hour+ flight, we arrived in New York. It was night time when we got to Manhattan Hotel, just around the corner from Times Square. I couldn’t believe that it was real life. After we got settled, to celebrate our arrival, all 30 girls were joined by the 5 teachers on a group adventure to Times Square.

It was… I couldn’t even…Words can’t- … just wow.

I could honestly go on forever about my two weeks in New York but I’m going to try not to blabber on. So here, I present to you, freshly scanned from my adorable New York diary, the entry my 16-year-old self wrote detailing our first time experiencing Times Square:

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In case my writing is difficult to decipher, the general jist of the story is as follows:
Collectively, we gathered on the glowing red steps right in the middle of Times Square. A man, who clearly had feelings of bitterness towards tourists approached us yelling “get off my mother-fucking steps, mother-fuckers!”.

And here, I am, moments after it happened:
ImageMy greasy, untamed hair teamed with the sloppy gettup and baggy eyes make it clear that I just hopped off a very long flight.

It was a wonderful welcome-to-New York gesture. Really though, us being a bunch of teenage girls found it hilarious. From then onwards, a group of friends and I adopted ‘mother fucker’ as our noun of choice.

There’s no doubt about the fact that going on the tour changed my life. I’m yet to go back but my bedroom walls are scattered with New York postcards, maps and polaroid pictures taken in the Abercrombie & Fitch stores (nom nom shirtless models).