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VD and not the disease or the TV programme.

/ Lisa / 1 Comment

February 14 2011 – my first real Valentine’s Day. *vomits from that whole cutesy grossness*

And I really mean, I finally had someone to celebrate with. Not one of those awkward ones where you do something for the guy you like and they just end up laughing at you (yeah, true story).

MOVING RIGHT ALONG.

Man piece wouldn’t tell me where we were going or what we were doing, which concerned me a little. There were rumours floating around twitter that he was taking me to a Data Centre.

Sure, that’s HIS idea of a hot date. Frankly, it’s not mine and would have resulted in a swift kick to nether regions.

Lucky for him, it wasn’t a Data Centre. He took me to the Observatory up the tram.

KEEPER.

But I’m more going to use this post as a sort of reflection of the last few years, because for me, there has been quite a turn around of events.

This is the time where I should put in a warning that if you’re sensitive about anything or tend to burst in to tears for no particular reason you should probably stop reading or not read this when someone else is in the room. Oh and possibly have tissues ready or something like that.

Three years ago, I had a fairly epic break down. It just happened to be on the 14th. Nothing particularly to do with that day, just happened like that.

I had been diagnosed with depression about six months earlier and hadn’t really done anything about it. I’d just kept going on as per usual. But this particular day, I was stressed to the max because summer school was finishing and I was trying to organise the next semester and working too.

It was a fight with one of my best friends (and flatmates at the time) that was the catalyst to my break-down. Absolutely nothing to do with her, it was just wrong place, wrong time. I love her to bits.

Anyway, I ended up trashing my room. Literally trashing it. Throwing things around it, breaking things, completely stripped the sheets of my bed and pushed the mattress off it and ripping up uni notes. I don’t even know why I did it. I just knew I had to do something and that was what I did. It was also the first time I cut myself. I just felt I needed to feel something, anything and that helped.

It was @LittleIchiban that ended up helping me through that night. She sat there with me, just letting me cry (with my arm bleeding, superficial, but still) and finally I knew I couldn’t put my friends through what I had been putting them through. That night was when I finally decided to try and turn my life around.

It’s now been three years. Three very long years, but I can finally say I’m me. I’m happy. I’m “normal” (whatever normal is).

I still had my ups and downs and it wasn’t really until the last year that I started to make progress. But these things take time and I took mine and I’m better off for it.

And because I did, I know have an awesome Man Piece to enjoy, not only Valentine’s Day, but every day with. #OMGCHEESE *vomits*

Waste of a trip.

/ Lisa

Drove down to Wellington today. As I told my parents it is for “shits and giggles” so ya’ll are getting the same answer.

NO MORE QUESTIONS.

Most hilarious event of the day had to be me flinging the avocado stone across the kitchen. Completely unintentional. I was just trying to get it out and poof! Off it goes and bounced on the tiles. It sounded like a golf ball.

Mother and I lol’d saying, “That’s what golf balls are made of.”

WE ARE TOTES COOL. CAN’T DENY.

Anyway, in Wellington, I was so excited to see the bucket fountain. I squealed when I saw it and did a little skip. Actual. But once to the bucket fountain, it was turned off.

FUCKERS.

WHOLE TRIP RUINED.

I wanted to see the awesomeness that was the bucket fountain! I rage! It’s just so cool! You see the water pour from one to the next. Marvelous.

Obviously I have a small mind, because this small thing amuses me. I never said I had one the size of a melon. More like a pea.

Welcome to my life.

/ Lisa

My day started at 1pm. Yes. You read that correctly. I did not emerge from my cave until 1pm.

But what do you expect from someone who is unemployed? Down on their arse, nothing to do and was kept awake most of the night by the extreme wind and heat that decided to hang around like a bad smell?

Didn’t think so.

The day didn’t progress much from there. I partook in the normal human condition of having to feed my face (turkey, camenbert, cranberry all in a nice wrap and a piece of fudge on the side) as well as guzzling the several glasses of coke zero that I need for my body to keep functioning at normal levels.

Retreating back to my cave of a bedroom I watched the original Fame. Now, I have seen this before, but it was actually super boring. Why do people make such a big fuss about it?

Honestly. BORING.

I hate to see what they did with the remake. I thought there would be more performing like in High School Musical, now that is awesome and what a movie about singing and dancing should be like.

By the time this had finished, I was able to watch the American version of The Biggest Loser. I don’t agree with the ways they lose weight, but it is rather hilarious to watch as you shove toblerone into your chomps while Bob and Gillian are yelling at contestants to get their arses moving.

Six pm then meant news time and as a media junkie, I got my daily dose of news from TVNZ.

I ❤ them.

Then I proceeded to feed my face again with bacon, avocado and cheese burgers. Plural. Two.

Anyone else thinking fatty, fatty, fatty?

Just me then…

I proceeded to rot my brain, as my Grandparents would call it, by watching Parks and Recreation: “I’m really hot, can we take a break?” “Ok, let’s blow in each other’s faces.”

Then I decided to finally have a shower. Because I can wait until 8pm to get clean and smell like a peach again. That’s just the way I roll. The unemployed way I roll.

Yeah, you’re totally jealous of my life right now aren’t you?

I caught the tale end of How I Met Your Mother and finally realised this post is rather self absorbed and boring (glass shattering).

For the evening, I foresee myself watching The Event, The Big C and then probably some of season 2 of Scrubs and probably The Young Victoria.

I’ll try and sleep around 2am while listening to Miley Cyrus’ “When I Look At You”, but toss and turn and wake up numerous times until I decided to haul my arse out of bed at some point tomorrow morning.

Welcome to my life.

Excitement for me

/ Lisa

Just a wee note to say I have been entered in the Best Feature for a postgraduate student category for the Ossie Awards (Student Journo awards for those not in the know). It is for my feature on provocation which we printed as the centre spread feature in our newspaper Te Waha Nui.
So fingers crossed for me! Will know at the beginning of December whether I’m successful.

Music and Cupcakes and… GO!

/ Lisa

Hello interwebs!

Welcome to my blog – Music and Cupcakes. I am a young journalist – just starting out. This is where I will post what I enjoy most and any commentary I feel like writing.

The first part of my blog is music. I am a huge music fan and write reviews for any CDs I obtain and gigs I can get to. I’ll also cover anything else I feel needs covering or needs my expert opinion on – such as movies.

The second part of my blog is cupcakes, which can actually be expanded to all sorts of baking. I love to bake and people tell me I’m really good at it. So any baking that I do will highly likely end up on here as well – the recipe, pictures and tips on how to make them.

I’ll also include any commentary pieces I wish to write, which will probably be about anything that makes me fell outraged. And I won’t say no to any other young journos who want a place to post their thoughts.