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Hey Blogging World, 

So I've been slacking off, again. It makes me realise why I stopped the schedule in the first place, if I had nothing exciting to write for that day I would just not write. This actually makes a lot of sense, why bother writing something for you if it's going to be boring and practically a waste of my time writing something half-hearted and your time for having to read it? 

Therefore maybe the schedule might end, maybe it will continue. I've never been too much of a structured person. I'll just write when I write and if it happens to coincide with the themes for the day then that's a bonus. 

I've moved into my new room. It's rather exciting. That first step of independence is thrilling and scary and all together quite wonderful. Uni O week also starts today, another thrilling and terrifying adventure I'm about to embark on. I can't quite seem to figure out my emotions, I got barely any sleep so I must be feeling some sense of excitement. My stomach is gaining a few butterflies, the first big day where you meet some of the people you'll be spending the next few years with. I'm a person who loves making friends and am able to make friends quite easily, yet the actual process of befriending someone scares me to death. What if they don't like you? What if you don't stay friends for more than that day and it wasn't worth it? What if they leave you for other friends? What if you're not good enough? I know I'm good enough for myself, but it's too easy to worry that my eccentric personality and attitude towards life can be too full on for people. It's odd because I am confident in my own skin and if a person doesn't like my personality they don't have to befriend me, but what if barely anyone appreciates it? 

On a completely different note; I had a dream that there was a redneck spider on my wall and woke up, turned the light on and checked. There wasn't. I then had another dream I kissed someone I really shouldn't have but I think they were just a spirit for another type of person because their name didn't match their face. Then I dreamt that I went into the city in the middle of the night and there were hundreds of people all watching a documentary on a tower about McDonalds. It's just been a weird night. 

See I like this much better, just writing down my scattered thoughts. It works better that way. 

Until next time... 

La Vie Vivante. 

Conversation Starters.

Hey Blogging World,

I'm not particularly fond of the title for Wednesday, "What the?! Wednesday". It just doesn't have any zing for me any more. I was more thinking Witty Wednesday or something still half comedic. I'm never sure if I'm actually a comedic person, especially in writing. Oh well, I'll still just write how I write, no point really in changing for the world.

I met a boy yesterday.

I was sitting on the bus minding my own business, thinking my own thoughts, when about seven seats down a teenage boy sitting with his carer/friend waves to me. "Hello!" He says. I say hello back and he begins asking me questions; what school I go to,  how much work I have to do, what stop I'm getting off at. He asks me if I have a boyfriend, I will admit I get a bit worried as I say no to which he tells me he has a girlfriend, "lucky," I say. He then asks if when I get off am I able to shake his hand. "Of course I can!" I reply. And so I do, he wishes me fun with my work and I thank him for the chat and hop off the bus with the biggest smile on my face. That boy made my day and if I ever see him again I'll be sure to tell him that.

It got me thinking, why can't all boys be like that?! It was so simple to have a conversation with this boy I had never met and he was more than happy to talk to me, asking all the questions and seeming genuinely interested. Why can't all the good looking boys I've seen over the years on the bus have the guts to do the same thing? This boy's brain most likely worked in a different to manner to everyone else on that bus, yelling across seats to have a conversation with someone is quite normal in his mind. We find it strange, different, amusing. But why can't it be normal? He left me feeling so happy being able to have a pleasant chat with a stranger, learning about someone else and having someone want to learn and know about you. People like him see the good in people, they see the opportunity in every experience they have, even if it is in the simplest forms such as a bus trip. I respect those people for having more guts than most of us. He could really teach males a thing or two, should have already knew he had a girlfriend the way he could strike up a conversation with the ladies so quickly.

See how this has turned from really trying to be a little comedic to something so insightful, well I hope it's a little insightful. Or perhaps it's just a pointless post. Too bad no day of the week starts with P, I could have had Pointless Pednesday. Haha, alright. Wednesday is now Pednesday because that in itself is funny enough which means my post no longer have to be so forced funny. Pointless Pednesday it is. Oh and happy 102nd post, thinking I might just celebrate every post after the 100th now to make up for the lack of celebration on the 100th post.

La Vie Vivante.

Take Your Pic Tuesday on Thursday

Hey Blogging World,

I promised you I would catch up, so I am. I also promised you a splendid 101st post so here goes nothing, I've got Montaigne in my ears and I'm on a mission.

I went to Falls Festival for the first time this year and it confirmed all my dreams - I want to live in a music festival forever. The three days were an escape from reality, filled with so many beautiful moments, too many to write. There would be times I'd be dancing and singing with complete strangers and think to myself, this is life. This is what living is. You'd think I was exaggerating here but I'm not. I'd be in bed around 3am, well 5:30am one morning and up by 8am. No voice, headaches, cough and runny nose, blistering heat. But nothing, no nothing, could ruin the best last three days of 2015 for me.

This photo was taken during the Wombats set. The Wombats is one of those bands who I don't necessarily know every word to every song but they've been on the music bucket list of bands to go and see and they did not disappoint. It was probably one of the highlights of the whole festival that set, being so close and surrounded by thousands of adoring fans screaming the lyrics and dancing around. I even made my mate lift me on their shoulders and oh my gosh that was incredible, it was pure living my friends. Ugh there are literally no more words to describe the feeling, just living in happiness and wonder and delight.

I've said it time and time again but music takes you to another place, it makes you forget about everything going on in the world and fills with you joy. And that's what I had for three days, pure joy in my heart. I made an abundance of new friends, half of which I don't remember their names because I met too many. I would recommend the festival to everyone who is all about the atmosphere and the music. Drive along, take some good pals and listen to some sweet tunes because that is what this festival is. It's even more though, an experience and immersion of art and festival culture, and a bloody good way to finish off the year. It makes you forget about every worry you had throughout the year, there's no time for reflection because you're living in the moment. The most amazing moment.

La Vie Vivante.

Already Slacking Off.

Hey Blogging World,

I do actually have a legitimate excuse for not posting yesterday as I don't think I stopped for the day until my head hit the pillow and my eyes shut in a flash. I worked from 7am - 4:30pm and then came home to get ready for the circus with the family which didn't end till 10:30pm and then bam, sleep. Which was beautiful by the way. But it meant that I forgot 'Sentimental Saturday' - still not liking that name. So even though I said Sunday would be rest day it may also become the day in which I catch up on any lost posts such as this.

To be honest I'm not really feeling sentimental about much nor philosophical about anything. Life's pretty good at the moment. Well, more than pretty good, great actually. I've been a tad bored though, everyone going back to school and work has made for a quiet house and not much to do. This has resulted in a much needed clean out of the bedroom. There's been a lot of dust, rubbish and fond memories. I'm one of the world's biggest hoarders. I found three 2013 calendars underneath my bed.

And of course I began writing this and didn't even get to finish it, gosh Annalise get your gear together woman. Truth be told I'm not even too busy. Apart from cleaning out, so I shouldn't have any excuse to not be posting, however one thing has been pre-occupying me plenty. Ugly Betty. There's something so entertaining about a not too pretty girl working at a fashion magazine with all the plot twists and turns. Look all this writing about it is making me need to watch another episode.

Take your pic Tuesday will most definitely happen but for now, I'm out.

La Vie Vivante.

P.S. This is my 100th post. Yay. That is a lot of words I have written. Most longer than this post... I'm not really into celebrating this post as my big 100th so I can be a big celebrated of 101st post, now that'll be good.