Poor Stevie

Archive of ‘memories’ category

 List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself.

1. The time I accidentally pooped myself in year 2 at a running carnival wearing a netball skirt still haunts me to this day.
2. I broke my nose when I fell off my trike into a ditch while chasing my sisters in the olde towne of Boorowa. The whole thing scabbed over and I still have a small scar under my nostril. My beloved Joel re-broke my nose the very first time I went to visit him in his home town of Copacabana. We were swimming together and he was playing silly buggers under the water and when I bent over to see what was going on, he leapt out of the water like Free Willy and headbutted me fair in the schnoz. He denies he broke it but I ask you what does a cracking sound, heavy bleeding, bruising and a different nose shape generally mean?
3. I have inherited my mum’s habit of throwing everything away. It used to bug me when I was a teenager and I would leave something on the table for 15 seconds only to find it in the bin, but now I am her.
4.  When I listen to my iPod I imagine a movie of my life set to that soundtrack. I have mentally nominated several songs I would like played at my funeral/wedding or convenientlyplaying when someone kisses me in the rain or murders me in an alley and I will then haunt  the killer with Whoopi Goldberg Patrick Swayze styles.
5. The other night I went out and ate heaps and heaps of ribs and it reminded me of the time when my grandpa came to visit in Orange and we went out for dinner and he had ribs. He got the sauce all over his face and hands and when the waitress asked if she could get him anything, he replied, “a bath”. Thinking about that time as I was covered in rib sauce made me really miss him.
6. After my first kiss, the dude told lots of people at school that I had tried to eat his face.
7. I lived above a shop when I was at uni in Bathurst and it was so sun-shiny and beautiful and I really miss drinking beers on our porch that overlooked a manky carpark.

I can’t tag seven people because I’m pretty sure I don’t actually have seven friends.

Teeeheee.. ello there.

Today I am in love with doing nothing. Yesterday I finished the last of my exams and now I have three months of scanning hair products/batteries/chips in bulk/CDs and listening to people whinge about how they need a refund. Life!

Here are some things about moi:

  • I study journalism
  • I like red
  • I’m addicted to Vogue
  • I enjoy the sounds of PJ Harvey and Queens of the Stone Age along with a lot of other things.
  • I’m obsessed with rockstars and their children (see: Osbournes)
  • I work at a discount store and wish I didn’t
  • I want to buy a bright red speedstar bike
  • I’m reading Female Chauvinst Pigs
  • I’m the editor of my uni paper next year and I’m scared I might be responsible for its (kind of) credibility seeping dow the plug hole
  • I love Audrey Hepburn, but not the biography written by her son.
  • I buy op-shop clothes and chop them up. Today I bought the mankiest blue jacket with puffy shoulders and a lace collar. I can’t wait.
  • My bestest buddy is Liam. He leaves today for three months
  • My sister is Julia. She stays here for three months. Once I spat a chewed up chocolate bullet on her.
  • My sister is Mary. She lives in Sydney and enjoys yoga (and long walks on the beach).
  • My parents live on a farm
  • I love my daddy
  • And my mummy
  • I like drinking Kahlua with lots of ice
  • I often opt to stay at home over going out – here the pub toilets don’t have locks and are covered in yesterday’s vomit.
  • I dance in my room and sing into inanimate objects.
  • I can’t wait to grow up.

Things I wish to do this summer:

  • swim at beach and pool
  • sew me some new threads
  • buy me some new threads
  • do some kind of work experience somewhere
  • cook cakes and cookies
  • clean out Interp office
  • look for a new house
  • drink beer on my porch
  • get fit (ish)
  • watch movies and fourth season of Six Feet Under
  • buy sunglasses and resist from sitting on them
  • go to some kind of music festival
  • travel to the big smoke.
  • dance in the sun and sporadic thunderstorms.

Yeh, I know….. Love, Stephie.