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One day, I'll actually post blogs regularly. I'm going to be really organized too, I'll have this planner, and whenever people ask me if I'm free I'll flick it out with an air of 'Oh, just flippin' out ma planner. NO BIGGIE.' I'll schedule people into my life and I'll feel really important and poised and classy everything. It'll be great. Unfortuantly, I am none of those things, especially the latter. I find this jelly slice I made today particularly illustrative of myself:


Unashamedly indulgent, imperfect and gelatinous (?).

The big smoke hasn't killed me yet, but it just might soon. I have learnt some valuable lessons in my short time as a city slicker:

- Quite frequently, a strange man may sniff your hair or point at you continuously. Others may not appear to be as alarmed at you, so do not make a scene or you will be the strange one.

- The veggie burgers might be free, but this does not mean you should eat several.

- Poutine* is the world's greatest creation and my life was clearly a lie prior to not knowing about it.

- Jeggins are an endangered species.

- Sometimes it will take you far less time walking to your destination than catching a tram.

- Never, EVER engage someone from the 'Socialist Alliance' into conversation.

Valuable information right there. My essay is dying, so I must go tend to it. I murdered it with the first 17 episodes of Glee Season 2. I figure if they've already been shown on TV, I've saved all this time not watching them so therefore I can spend those saved hours now!

OH AND ANGRY BOYS.....<3, enough said. Chris Lilley, come to me!

*Poutine is hot chips, covered in melted cheese and then topped with gravy. I'll upload a picture next time I consume some. A must try for chips and gravy lovers, I guarantee you will not be let down!

smile at me. please.

Today, I came to the conclusion (for about the squillionth time) that my not-too-distant-furture is non existent. Sure, I've applied for university. How I'm getting there if I've got a place is BEYOND me. I hardly have a job, and am unskilled, unfit and also have really unnatractive regrowth. Plus I fancy lying on the couch reading trashy chic lit and shoving plastic-cheese-and-vegemite-on-english-muffins into my mouth far too much. Days have begun blurring into one another, laughing at me as one dawns into the next, with just as little to offer as it's younger brother. I end up slumped on the couch, watching mid-life-crisis/post menopausal television shows such as The Circle and contemplating whether to just pack it in, change my name to Darleen/Rocheen/Marleen and serve Chicko Rolls to my husband named Wayne/Dwayne/Dayne while screaming to our kids, Darren and Karen, to shut ya mouth an' git ya mother a bloody smoke!'

Pushing the 'oh god i'm a complete and utter bogan failure' thoughts far from my head, I tried to cheer myself up today, by wearing cute outfits like this:

NB: Above ensemble did include turquoise explorer socks, not displayed in photo.

...and baking things with my sister, who I am currently living life through in a psychotic attempt to deny growing up:

(it's caramel mudcake, with a chocolate ganache. no darleen ever baked THAT! HA!)

chewy chewy choc chip cookies.

those events you forgot ever occured..until you find the photographs hidden on your computer:

obviously what everyone needs is an italian cooking fest with their bestie.

i never really embraced the saying 'all good things come to an end' (errr, has icecream ended?). it's so...cynicil. nah, don't be happy, you'll just be sad sooner or later! or like, 'look, i have a new cat, Mabs!'...'ehh, i'd rather not, it's going to die anyway'. sucks when said Mabs actually proceeded to die the same day upon exiting the car ride home from the RSPCA. anyway...

good things ARE coming to an end. school's over - and only two exams are in between this chapter of my life and the next. OH GOD OH GOD :( . i've chosen to do a gap year. fortuantly i was incredibly clever and quit my steady supermarket job and got a christmas job at sanity - who MAY keep me on next year. i absolutely love it there so far - the singing customers, the gorgeous 'sanity's little helper' shirts and the movie trivia included. i'll probably have to get off my arse and get a second job even if they do keep me on - 30 hours a week for 18 months, says the government, until i qualify for youth allowance. hence why i am currently kicking myself in the teeth - i am the most unorganised procrastinator on god's green earth...WHY HAVE I LEFT IT SO LATE. someone come and castrate me (?).

anyway. perhaps a year of unorganisation, failure and general boredom will help me figure out what i want. perhaps i'll be so sick of myself and my life i'll have an ephiphany and BAM, it'll be planned out for me already. maybe i'll just get my RSA and work in london, live in a dirty apartment with a cat named grotto.

on another note, instead of studying today, i made cookies:

aaaand had an amazing chickpea & lentil burger (day 3 of second attempt at vegetarianism) from burger got soul followed by coffee gelato with a cute boy. tomorrow morgan is coming over for a psych study day, but i feel we will just get distracted, what with there being a jelly/caramel/vanilla slice filled bakery down the road and all.

calling it quits.

Dear Life,

Thankyou for nothing the opportunities you have given me and the time you have taken to show me your a massive bitch teach me to keep going no matter what. Regrettably, due to a descent into near insanity unforseen circumstances I must inform you I resign.

Eat a dick Kind Regards,

Molly Lovatt.

moving up and holding on.

This week, I have to officially narrow my choices for what I want to do with the rest of my life from 389423984823489 options to a preference list of about ten. This is terrifying. It hasn't really sunk in that next year, I won't be returning to 'school', per say. Classroom settings, loud mouthed girls who don't appear to be enrolled in any classes, quirky teachers, crappy libraries and impossible photo copiers will be a thing of the past. Instead, I shall welcome scary professors, large rooms filled with blank faces, sophisticated libraries and photo copiers with ten times the impossibility. Or, a year of grocery scanning loveliness. Either way, I'm moving up, moving on and hopefully, in 2012, moving out - to the big smoke! Melbourne, that is. Keeeeeen. Somehow, not scared. Probably because I am still in disbelief that my school life is actually coming to an end - and my actual life is about to begin.

ps. Mid year exams were death and should be outlawed...three months before end of years, come on. Just sayin'.