31
Dec
2011
I started 2011 on a huge hill at Woodford and fell asleep in my boyfriend’s car because our tent was missing pegs. I DJ’d at Sunset Sounds, starstruck and dancing wildly out of nerves. South-east Queensland flooded.
My head cleared. I figured out what I wanted to do with my life and started studying at SAE. I moved into a beautiful apartment. I got two little pet mice who brighten up my day when they stick their little noses out of their cage. I crashed my car and bought a bike, discovering the joys of riding along the river at night. I wrote reviews. I listened to a lot of trip hop and gypsy punk. I put on a gig, Dork Club (the second one’s coming up in a few weeks) and it didn’t suck, it was actually quite good and fun!
I got better at purging misery and drama in favour of smiling friends full of sunshine. We danced and ate and drank and dressed up in silly costumes at parties and never stopped laughing and now I don’t feel lonely anymore. My boyfriend stuck by me even when I was stressed and crying and crazy. We went on long drives to little seaside towns and beaches, eating fish and chips, climbing around rock pools to look for sea creatures and getting sunburnt.
There were at least a few occasions where I thought to myself, “I am happy.” Wild gigs in tiny little bars, car parks, record stores and skate parks, momentarily deaf from standing too close to the speakers as bands roared, thinking, “This is a reason to live.”
My New Years Resolutions are to lose weight and… just kidding. I don’t have any. Life’s great and I’m awesome.
