Harbour Cruising

It is like a moment from a movie. A really good movie that you might watch over and over. Looking across the water on a springtime evening, back towards city lights, champagne flowing, nothing but laughs and happy. 

At that moment you feel like the star. 

People were swaying. Maybe with the boat, maybe with the music, maybe with the wine. 

Puffing a cigar with the German. Reminiscing about the old days. About this exact same moment 4 years ago. Before life had really started. Before I filled my brain full. Before I really understood what was going to be so good about my life. 

I don't think anyone looks back on their life and remembers the nights they had plenty of sleep. I know I will be looking back on this night in years to come, and thanking myself for getting it together, so that I can truly live and love everything I am living for. I like waking up and thinking

 "If I died today, I can honestly say that I have taken every opportunity to be alive. And I haven't got a single regret."

And today, this is exactly what I am thinking.  

Shit You'll Never Hear in Wollongong

Just a little "perk up your day" moment.

This is a bit cheeky... wouldn't surprise me if Icona Pop sued over this...I don't care though. I love it.

Legal Dilemas

One of the things that pops up all the time when people ask me about my law degree is whether I want to be admitted as a solicitor or a barrister. Just to confirm, the difference is about 100 000 dollars a year in salary and you need to be admitted as a solicitor first.  I should also mention that attorney is a word that is used in America.

God, it really pisses me off when people are all like " Oh! So you will be a fully qualified attorney?" NO! I will be a lawyer. In the good old British sense of the word. I also like the words knickers and mollycoddling. What of it?

 If you call me an attorney, I will start calling myself Shirley Schmidt.

In addition to this, I want to avoid confusion by saying that the only bar I plan to spend any time at in the near future is the tennis club across the road, drinking 4 dollar ports and playing trivia.

Nights I want to Forget

It is interesting that at times when you are surrounded by so many people, you can sometimes feel so alone. So many people are talking to me about their lives, the world, the law... sometimes just general friendly smack talk and I hear nothing. I am in the middle of a huge congregation, and I find myself laughing and agreeing with things that are said, but my mind is just blank. Everything is just spinning around in my head like a washing machine on overdrive and I just want to stand there and scream to see if anyone hears me. Not in the literal sense, but in the sense that sometimes I just want someone to hear what I am feeling.

I have never been so overwhelmed as I am right now. I am backed into a corner and there is absolutely no way out. I know I will get through all this, and I know there are so many things waiting on the other side but I am running short of patience. And I don't know how to make everything better. x

Need a little wisdom today?

I just couldn't agree more. 

There is always more to the story than the bits of it you don't like. 

The Inheritance Cycle

I decided a while back that it was high time for me to renew my passion for fantasy. Actually... I was only ever really passionate about Harry Potter, but I thought I would give another YA series a go. An interesting move at 23...

The Inheritance Cycle seemed perfect. Thick pages, not difficult to read and it had dragons in it. Dragons are my second favourite animal, with unicorns being the obvious choice for first place. I realise that it is unfortunate that neither of these animals actually exist in physical form, but that actually works out beautifully for me because I really dislike most things that breathe.

So I started the first book and was, to put it nicely, disappointed. I can't even really tell you what the story was about beyond Eragon finding a dragon egg, dragon egg hatching, he becomes a rider, he travels round a bit then at the end gets in a battle. In theory, this sounds like the makings of a great book but I just couldn't get into it.

I started reading the second one a few weeks back because I am weird like that. I start something and I need to finish it.. That's actually a fib. I just like to finish books. Partially so I can give it a chance, and partially so I can add it to my "read books" shelf on goodreads.

It started out sucking, and it took me weeks to get a third into it because I kept putting it off, even starting Anna Kerenina, in the hopes that a wee bit of Russion literature would occupy my brain a little better (it didn't). Then suddenly out of nowhere, I found myself being a bit drawn in. I am starting to want to know a little bit more about Eragon and his Dragon, and I like that it is jumping to Roran's story as well...

So although I haven't finished it, and this is the lamest mid book review ever, I just wanted to say that I am glad I was stern with my brain and that I made myself sit down and keep reading.

You should do the same. Put down 50 shades of grey or anything by Jodi Piccoult immediately, and go and read something more realistic, like Eragon.