Procrastiblogging

Now that the university semester's starting again and I've got a hundred million things to do, you'll be seeing a lot more posts from me. Nothing brings out my blogging side faster than a shit load of university assessments, that's for sure. So I guess it's a good thing I've got a backlog of holiday adventures to churn out.

Last week was a strange week for me. It was a combination of end-of-holidays YOLO destructiveness + energy depletion. I was torn between wanting to soak up every last bit of excitement possible and also just being too tired to actually do anything. When I went out, I felt like I was half-heartedly going through the motions but staying home made me restless and anxious. In the end, I kind of just subscribed to the philosophy that doing something was better than doing nothing so out I went.

I wish I had some photos to remember last week by but looking back, the majority of them seem to be of food. I promise that I actually did spend the week doing something besides eat.

Pretty sure I've said this like a million times but the best part of fastBREAK is the free food and freshly-brewed coffee from our sponsors. 

After the event and debrief, the Vibewire team went to Macchiato Pizza Bar & Grill for lunch. Food wasn't too pricey and pretty filling. (And that's about all the description you're going to get from me - I don't have the patience to become a food blogger. Food is food and sometimes it's good and sometimes it's not.)

You'd think that after getting free breakfast and then lunch right after, we'd be full. Hahahahahah no. You, my friend, have sorely underestimated the stomach capacity of a couple of hungry interns with cash to spare. Off to Surry Hills we went for Messina Gelato! 

So fastBREAK was on Friday morning and after I basically ate my way through Sydney, I took the train home to prepare for work later that night. My class went from 7-8:30 pm and as soon as it ended, I was out the door and jumping back on the train to head once again to the city for The Big Lift reunion. 

We partied it up hard that night and I suppose part of me was also trying to work all of the restlessness out of my system before university started. From experience, not making the most out of the last couple of days means I spend the first few weeks of uni in a state of denial. It's not good for me, it's not good for my grades and fo' sho' it's not good for my wallet. 

It worked because when I woke up the next morning, I felt calm and ready to buckle down and focus on what's important. 

Or maybe that was just Darling Harbour at 10 am putting me in a good mood because guuuurl would ya lookee dat. 

Skip forward to Monday and I met up with my girlies at Darling Harbour (yes, again) for dinner at The Meat & Wine Co. We had a bit of pre-dinner fun at the playground while waiting for the whole group and it was just nice to hang out in each other's company. As a group, I always feel like we don't have much to talk about. Half of it is because some of us are very reserved and the other half probably comes from the way our lives have diverged since high school. But that's not a criticism of anything. I love hanging out with my girls because our history together makes it feel so easy and natural.

I feel like they're plotting the murder of someone as opposed to figuring out what to have for dinner.  

Let's Just Talk - You And I

Hi, fellow people of the blogosphere.

So we haven't done this in a while and now I feel awkward because I don't know where to start. The last time I blogged, I wrote about The Big Lift. As you may have noticed, I never got around to writing part 2 of the trip which is a shame because part 2 is where we fuck shit up in Surfers Paradise. But hey, who wants to hear about that anyway?

I'll just give you a picture and we can pretend that I did.

Just kidding. I will get around to doing it. But probably not anytime soon.

See, this is my biggest problem. I start things but I rarely have the enthusiasm or motivation to finish them off. I'm not just referring to blog posts or TV shows either. This lack of follow through extends to bigger things like my university degree and friendships. Don't get me wrong - I am definitely committed to finishing off my Comms/International Studies degree (do you know how much money I've poured into my education??) but I suppose the passion I had for it has fizzled out a little since last year. I get bored easily and if something even remotely reeks of monotony, I drop it like a hot potato and run. And as much as I value my friendships, there's always something stopping me from taking that last step into opening up fully about my thoughts. It takes a certain type of person to get through to me and usually it's the relentlessly pushy types that have the most success.

Hi Cynthia. You're doing a great job of sounding like a complete and utter Princess Priss Pants. Maybe you should talk about something else. 

Yes, good idea. Let's talk about my favourite thing in the world right now: my house.

Maybe it's because I've spent the last few weeks in a state of perpetual escapism but holy shit, I've missed my house. For the last few weeks, I've barely spent any time at home. I felt like I was racing against an invisible clock - every hour of stillness was an hour of my holidays dissipating into the void of wasted existence and I was determined to use up every last drop of it. I went on holidays with my uni friends, I ran off to the city every second day, I road-tripped across NSW and I spent every possible lunch hour and dinner time at cafes and restaurants soaking up the company of people I wanted to know better. I used money. Lots of money. And apart from the financial cost, I don't regret any of it.

But right now, I'm feeling the physical and emotional whiplash of it all. I should be experiencing some sort of regret that the last few days of my holidays are spent in a sort of hermit existence in my living room but I honestly don't give a fuck. This couch has never felt more comfortable. The lack of sunshine, so invigorating. And if I want to marathon all eight Harry Potter movies in one sitting, I bloody will and stopping me will be at your own peril.

I kid. Those movies together are too damn long. To get through all them, I'd need two days.

You know what's not long enough though? (No, not that you disgusting pervert). I'm talking about the amount of time a person can spend inside Costco. My friends Jess and Nancy took me to this wondrous and magical land of never-ending abundance last week and it took every ounce of my self-control not to empty out the Cream Puffs section. If I was a superhero, these frozen portions of creamy goodness would be my kryptonite. Not-so-interesting personal fact but the first every photo I ever uploaded on instagram was of a box of Cream Puffs. And now I can feel your judgement coming off in waves through this computer screen.

The Winter Break BBQ that the girls threw was fun despite the fact that I fell asleep halfway. Maybe it was a good thing though considering all the things that went down (or should I say came up?) that night.

What else have I been up to? Well I popped my Messina cherry. The experience was...good if not a little bit anticlimactic. They say you always remember your first but to be honest, after a few tastes, Fo Shizzle started to feel a bit sickening. Too many nuts and not enough cream I reckon.

Afterwards we went to the 24-hour K-Mart in Casula and Jess found the most meta shirt that ever existed.

#selffulfillingprophecy

The Most Epic of Road Trips: Part 1

It's always a strange feeling returning home from a trip - especially one that took you so far out of your comfort zone and left such a deep impression on you as a person. You come back and all the things that gave you joy and excitement before now seem so bland and superficial.There's a little adjustment period after your return where you try to remember how to talk to your friends. You want to tell them about your trip and the experiences you had but can't figure out how to do it without sounding conceited and belittling of the things that they got up to.