Second one published!

I’ve been busy lately back at Uni and haven’t had much time to post but I promise I’ll post something more interesting soon. In the mean time check out my second book review that was published. 

http://www.theforgottenbookshelf.com/book/the-time-of-my-life/

Only in Byron

The ultimate getaway. An abundance of culture. The talented, the colourful and the complete crazy. That was Byron Bay over the weekend.

I’d never been to Byron before but I heard it was full of hippies and seekers of all things Zen. I was in complete awe on arrival. Every corner (I’m not even exaggerating) had somebody playing an instrument and singing. These people weren’t just the terrible buskers you find in metropolitan cities, they all had real talent and were just having a good time bopping along to their own tunes. People walked the streets in the wackiest of outfits but somehow it worked. It’s the type of place where people make an effort to be friendly and sincerely apologise if they bump into you. People just aren’t like that where I am from. You can imagine how easy it was to fall in love with such a place.

And then there was Splendour. Ah the greatness of a music festival. Roughly 27,500 people were there each day and oh my god was it cool.
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All you Australians out there will know what I mean by this, it looked like the set of Puberty Blues. For all you non-Australians picture the seventies. Boys with long blonde hair, wacky colourful outfits and drugs and alcohol. That’s what it was.

Now usually I am completely against the use of recreational drugs and drinking until you vomit but on this particular occasion it was all part of the scene I was in. It was part of the culture. I had no complaints.

What an experience. I witnessed some weird things and even walked around bare foot to immerse myself in the culture, as I like to put it. Byron is an amazing place and for any of you travelling north Sydney or anywhere in Australia at all I recommend you make a visit to the most relaxed place I’ve been. Stay at a hostel and meet backpackers from all over the world (there’s no shortage of them,) make an effort to talk to strangers and forget about work or anything you only do because you have to.

Just go to Byron.

Answers to the fear

My last post was kind of confusing, I spoke about an upcoming event that scared me a little. The event was… I got my wisdom teeth out. Surprise, Surprise!

It wasn’t getting the teeth out that scared me, it was the anaesthetic part. I hated the idea of not being in control of my body and not being aware of what was happening around me.

Anyway I did it!

Surprisingly, I wasn’t afraid when I arrived at the hospital. I was actually quite calm despite what my shivering body seemed to suggest (it was from the cold weather I swear!) I think the worst part about it all was being woken up in a room full of beds, with a machine beside me beeping like crazy and the nurse saying “We need you to wake up, your heart rate is very fast. I need to get a doctor.” Apparently my body hates hospitals and proved it by having four different allergic reactions. Oh the joy.

When dad could finally see me he bought me a teddy named Bobby. Bobby is the name of my dog and when dad gave it to me he said “I wanted you to have Bobby with you when you woke up, it was either him or a hippopotamus and I didn’t know if you liked them. So I thought Bobby was sweet.” Moments like that just remind me how important my family are and just how much I love them. IMG_20140716_144417_522

Anyways, I am feeling a little less wise since they took my wisdom teeth out but that could also be due to all the antibiotics they’ve put me on.

The answer to the fear is to stop avoiding it and just get it done because then at least it’s out of the way and you’ll never have to do it again.

From one swollen chipmunk face to another, it’s not that bad!