I’ve wanted to have my own blog for some time, but always found something better to do. It seemed too hard to the point that filing last year’s tax receipts took precedence.
But tasked with starting a blog for a uni assessment, I’ve spent the past few weeks racking my brain to find an area I can inflict my expert opinion / witty observations.
Could I provide a somewhat limited sports commentary on AFL in a League-dominated state? Blog about living with my boyfriend for the first time (aside from our manic shared-house experiences), the fact that my girlfriends, none of whom are engaged, talk endlessly about getting married, or could I even gloat about my average wingman attempts at the CLEO Bachelor of the Year party last week? (Another reason this blog is a week late).
The reality is that my life is not that exciting; I fell asleep on the couch watching The Hangover on Saturday night and spent my Sunday shopping for cushions at Kmart, trying to convince Adam that we NEED more clutter in our one-bedroom apartment. There are rare moments of gold, don’t get me wrong. In recent weeks I’ve been to Bali, impulsively booked a five-week trip to Mexico and Cuba, interviewed, and was inspired by, rock historian and former Travel Writer of the Year Glenn A. Baker, and even won the Come Dine With Me house challenge at 89 Watkin St – despite not having gone near the oven since August last year. I even beat my former-chef boyfriend by .5 of a point!
So now I’m ready to blog. I’ve read the Online Survival Guide in this month’s Dolly. And no, I’m not 14, but in-between ‘Friendship Fails’ and a tear-out poster of Liam Hemsworth, I hope I’ve stumbled across some solid advice.
So apologies in advance for any soapbox moments I may inflict over upcoming weeks. xo
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