Goals

Everyone should have a goal.

Everyone should try to strive for something in their life, whether it be something small to something huge.

I am a huge fan of making goals for myself and pushing myself to complete them. I have suceeded many times and the feeling of completing my goals makes me so happy and its such an amazing rush.

I would like to share my goals that I am proud of completing.

1. Getting school captain in year 12. This was my goal I had for years at school and I was always told otherwize that someone else would get it. It was one of the best days of my life. It taught me that people have faith in me and like the person who I was. It taught me that anything was possible.

2. Getting the school spirit throphy at the end of year 12. This award I had wanted since year 9 at school. I missed getting it in year 10 so I was more focused on getting it in year 12. I would look at it in the cabinet in the office. I also told my year co ordinator I would smash something if I didnt get it. The moment I did was amazing. I caused a bit of commotion when I got it.

3. Getting a band 6 in the HSC. This had always been a goal of mine. It seemed like something that was hard to get so I worked my ass off to get  it. Countless essays, mulitiple choice after multiple choice question. Hours and hours and hours of study.Once everyone started knowing their results I told Dad their results. Dad said ' getting a band 6 is wow, dont set your heart on it' BAM DAD! When i saw my marks I jumped up and down like a crazy women.

4. Getting into William Blue. William Blue college is an hospiality college I wanted to attend since I was in year 11. It was a place i set my heart on. The day i was accepted it made me so happy and everything is now history.

5. Work in the airlines. Since I was 7 I always caught planes and always by myself. I grew to love them.The preety ladies on the plane always seemed to interest me. I told my Dad I wanted to be an airhostess and he wasnt too keen on the idea and sadly I moved into the land of hotels. Time went on and the burning desire to be back in airlines has come back into my heart. I have an assessment day on wendsday. GOOD LUCK TO ME.

Tree Climbing Goats of Morocco

Did you know that in Morocco there are goats that live and climb in trees?

No I am not trying to fool you. I am dead serious.

Goats climbing in trees.

Trees with goats in them.

Watch this video for proof:

Celebrity Gossip

Yes I do care that Kristen Stewart cheated on Robert Pattenson. Yes I do want to know why Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes got divorced. Yes I do what to know what Miley Cryus wore to the shops on Friday night. Yes I want to know what Reece Witherspoons house looks like and of course I want to know Kym Kardashians weight loss diet. The shoe laces Britney Spears has in her joggers ? Yes I care.

Celebrity Gossip makes the world go around. As much as we say we don’t care we all have a growing temptation to know what celebritys are up to at all times. Their outfits, where they are going, who they are friends with and even what they are eating (Miley Crycus was eating a cheeseburger on Tuesday night).

Like a cheesey cheeseburger we pay for the burger and devour the goodness inside. Ryan Gosling in a hamburger bun. Yummo. 

Go on enjoy these websites devour these websites:

www.eonline.com

www.perezhilton.com

www.people.com

If you have an iphone download gossip junkie. Its all the best celebrity websites in one.

Uggboots in public

Its unwritten law (should be written I think) that Ugg boots should be worn only inside in the comforts of your home.

Some people are unaware of this law and decide that it's fair game to show the world there Ugg boots.

Ugg boots are a fashion statement in themselves. There main role is to warm the foot in winter time. For that reason alone they were not made to match any other outfit besides pj's. There is no exception - none at all!

Uggboots  are uggly.
Folks keep your Uggboots in your home

Early Morning Trains

I could not think of anything worse than early morning trains.  You get up early, trek it into the train station with a coffee in one hand and your bag in another.  Then the train comes and as the devil glides past you you notice that it is packed like sardines in a can, like monkeys in a cave. If you didn't have costrovobia you would definally develop it on the these trains.  But this morning that i experienced was like no other. My boyfriend had luggage so that prohibited us from attending the seats and so we had to stand up near the doors. Standing on a train should be illegal, or if you stand you should get a discount on your ticket.  Whilst we were standing we were swaying and swaying holding on to each other for dear life.  Every aspect of life has a group. The train even had a train group. It was comprised of 6 individuals who didn't work with each other or even get off at the same stop. They all sat together and discussed each others lives and the boring details of it. One lady whom I presume was the queen bee kept listening to my conversation. (Lady it wasn't very interesting my life is a fun as watching grass grow).   The worse thing about early trains is getting off them and out of the station. Like a herd of sheep the mass of people mount out of the station and you have to keep up or otherwise you get trampled.  Early morning trains are the worst. 

Motorbikes

My boyfriend told me to write a blog about motorbikes so here goes.

A motorbike:

2 wheels

1 seat

An engine.

The end.

Motorbikes are the most boring things ever invented but unfortuatly for me my boyfriend is obsessed with them so I have to find them interesting. He talks about them and all I hear are the words are two stroke, heaps quick, blake bagget, sunny corner.

Sunny corner is a bike track somewhere in NSW. It does not sound very manly to hear that your boyfriend is going to sunny corner to ride his bike.

To me looking at a motorbike is like looking at a wall. Every wall looks the same. It has the same features and the same look about it. According to my boyfriend I couldn’t be more wrong! Every motorbike is different and some are ‘heaps sick’ and some are ‘f***ckin shit’. Just by looking at them they can be so different.

Appartnely bike riders are the most amazing people alive! How hard is it to ride a bike? I can ride a bike, does that make me amazing? And bike riders apparently have the biggest balls from  jumping over jumps. But preety sure half the time their balls are swished on the seat.

 Motorbikes consume my life and all my boyfriends money.

MOTORBIKES GIVE ME BACK MY BOYFRIEND PLEASEEEE !!!!!!

And in conclusion… Motorbikes are a tough man sport (If I didn’t write this I would be hated forever by the motorbike appreciation committee and my boyfriend. Babe you’re the toughest rider out!)

(Dont see a difference between the two bikes besides the colour? Me either. YAWN MOTORBIKES)

DOGS

D: doglike. 4 Legs, a tail and a nose.

O: Outside. 4 out of 5 dogs live outside in the backyard.

G: Growl. Great.

S: small and smelly.

Yes you read correctly, I did just make a poem about dogs. But who could blame me? How cute are dogs? Yes I know. I am going to grow into the crazy dog lady who lives in a dog house with her 10 dogs and lives off bones. I love dogs for many reasons. One being that they do not talk back. Another being that there life is so easy- eat, sleep and run around. I want that life. It seems so easy.

I have 2 dogs in my life. Arthur and Joggers.

Arthur is my childhood dog. The dog that has seen me grow and become the nut case I am today. He is dumb as hell. He cannot get a ball, he cannot sit when told he cannot be taken for a walk by anyone other than my dad. I know cool dog, sick as, woof.

The only good thing about my childhood dog is the fact that when I was forced to eat my dinner and I couldn’t finish it I would feed it to him when my Dad wasn’t watching.

My other dog is Joggers. This is my boyfriends beloved dog. He was adopted from the pound when he was a small pup. If this dog was a human it would be the worlds nicest person. It has manners, it has love in its heart. It sits when told, it sleeps when told. It loves hugs and affection. I know right, worlds most amazing dog. Love love love.

That’s my rant about Dogs. Go and adopt a dog.