So what's news?
Mysteriously disappearing is obviously old news and passing the days at uni is also getting tiresome.
I've had some very new experiences this week and I've been placed very much outside of the comfort zone.
Broadcasting was never apart of the long term plan and I'm almost certain is still isn't. But uni has yet again made me do things. This week is radio prac week where each day I awake, hurriedly get some story ideas intact and pitch just like a newsroom.
Then I've got about 3 hours in where I must call people for my story, interview them, get grabs, write my script, record my voice, edit my package. Yep! The whole radio news shabang.
It's heart racing, stressful stuff. One of the biggest things I've learnt this week - people aren't the nicest. No time for the humble uni student, "oh yes we will call you back" - LIES!!! Well at least I know I'm extremely good at dealing with rejection.
Then there's those lovely people who know what it's like to be a student. I need this interview to get my degree! Hand me a little sympathy!
So my tutors haven't lied - I did learn and I did grow in confidence just in four days. And yes it's true - they are saying no cos you aren't ABC. This is the hardest it will ever get so they kept telling us. Now at the end of it I actually believe them.
I got to read the news on radio live and I got to talk to a whole bunch of people and reach a tight deadline. I did it and I think that deserves something.
Apart from that nothing much to report. When will I be back to normal? Time will tell but I have TV prac coming up soooo not before then.
Brief you on that too. Im sure that's gonna be another huge learning curve.
Friday, 21 September 2012
I count myself as a morning person (most of the time).
There is something so inviting about the early hours. The earlier you wake, the more you can fit in. The temperature is not yet too hot and the sun is that perfect warmth that touches your bones just so. Then there's that smell, the sound of birds tweeting, the dew delicately decorating the grass, the feeling you and the open sky is having a moment.
I'm waiting for 10 o'clock. Class begins just for an hour - the only reason why I'm not at home in my jammys, a cup of tea and some Jane Austen while gazing out at the beautiful overcast day.
So apart from this small chore, today I think I'm in a good mood. Despite this cough that is as persistent as a desperate man the friday is making me smile.
I'll head home at 11, cook me a comforting lunch, possibly rewatch me a movie or maybe watch a new one and then I shall wind down the afternoon baking a birthday cake for my grandma. O how perfect! See - I'm not fooling myself or hiding behind a mask - the small things in life really are my preferred drug.
Tonight I'm off to see a show - its called SOAP and I hope it's going to be as entertaining as the show I saw last week - la soirée! Now that was what I call a circus ;) look it up - its one damn fine sexy thang.
The last couple of entries have indeed been more journal based with very little food or fashion but I like a little change and life's pretty darn random anyway.
I should get up the final outcome of Le cake im a bakin' next week.
Sorry about those last two sentences - they read a little ol American - I might possibly be listening to some good old country while writing this....
Thursday, 20 September 2012
I'm on a Thursday kinda writing day and I simply just had to share a little thought -
I have resisted for so long now and I decided to break it. If you know me at all I'm talking about my annual ban on shopping. Especially after I was informed I would no longer have a job come October my head went into sensible overdrive and my brain said no more shopping for you! And honestly, cross my heart I adhered to my promise.
But that would only last so long - just like a delicious meal or hours in a day. I would break and return to habits of old. So yes, the red signs appeared in the window, the pretty dresses had less 0s and my credit card was getting a little too lazy.
So yes, over the past two weeks I have hit the shops and I have added to my wardrobe. Damn Damn Damn! The first occasion I gave myself an excuse - you need to give yourself a birthday present don't you? Of course I do.
The second time I thought - yes, I absolutely need this white shirt for I have none. And yes, this shopping trip I entered the wonderful Cue and was greeted by smiling and efficient customer service - I simply had to reward her with a buy.
Ok, so yes maybe I didn't need another pretty dress, maybe I would not have died if I didn't buy that crisp white shirt, maybe another skirt was not an absolute must in my wardrobe but a girl's got to have some sort of hobby.
It is strange how we women think. We save, save save and then suddenly we got out one day and reward our self discipline. We say "yes, look at all the money I saved, I deserve a present." So we try on that dress, those shoes and despite the pricey tag we run through the reasoning - hey, look at all the money you have saved - so really you aren't going over your budget, you are simply making up for lost time.
Then we returned to the bank account a month later and we heave a heavy sigh.
For me it hits me real bad come tax time. I open my group certificate and my eyes head immediately to the bottom right corner - 'gross income' = Oh Dear Lord! I earned THAT much last financial year??? Where in the world did that all go!!!!! Did a fairy come in and steal it overnight? Did I accidently give thousands to a charity? This can't be right!
It is shamefully right. I handed over my well earned money to sales assistants, corporate masses, caffeine fixes, foreign exchange and travel agents. I didn't think "lucky me, I should save this for say an apartment, future life bills, or some sort of massive holiday"
I comfort myself in the notion that actually I'm really not bad - I do save, just maybe not as much as I could. Plus, most of that well earned money did disappear into the world of planes, trains and discovery and that I am most certainly not regretful of. No time of saving could ever take that away from me.
So, yes I most probably won't be able to take a month long trip across the globe this year and yes I might actually have to stop eating out and credit card swiping. But things only last so long.
As we all know - in time, this too shall pass.