Near-death experience

I almost got run over yesterday....

No, I'm not being overly dramatic, it's true.

I waited at the crossing... looked both ways, a car on my right stopped, I started crossing as when I reached the half-way point of he crossing, this 4WD came speeding around the corner and ploughed right through the crossing.

ME: I jumped, froze then waved my arms up in the air in such away to say 'WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TRYING TO DO?!?! KILL SOMEONE!!'

Then I continued to cross, a wee bit shaken by the fact that if I was one more step across the cross, I would have become a speed bump squashed across the shopping carpark road.

Has anyone had a near-death experience?

I had another (almost) in the hsops when I saw my bank balance after a spot of shopping but THAT'S a completely different story.........:)

Glasses.....

My name is Bel and I. WEAR. GLASSES.

There, I have admitted it. I don't like it. But I do.

And I just had to spend $700 on new glasses and contacts. It's only my second pair of glasses. Part of me is excited about my new glasses because they are kinda cute. The other part is angry, annoyed, resentful that I HAVE to wear glasses.

I HATE wearing glasses.

It's so stupid but I really hate it. I feel so ugly when I wear them. When I put them on I feel like I become invisible, gain 10 kilograms and automatically acquir a hideous outfit. It's so stupid, but I do.

I don't know why... maybe it stems back to one day... yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaars ago my dad said 'it would be shame if I had to wear glasses because it would hid eyour big eyes and eyelashes'.... but I just dislike it.

I should get over it. At least I can see. As a friend says 'Can you wipe your own arse? Can you feed yourself? Then get the f**k over it'.

Or as I say.... suck it up, Princess.

It's sucked up. I'll look sexy secretary in them. HOT.

Me.....thus far... getting all D & M

My birth certificate says I was born on a certain date. I don't believe I started to live until much later.....

I'm going to go a bit Oprah......

It bugs me when people think I've just had it easy... I've had to work hard.....

Lte me start at the beginning..... duing school I was always the 'smart one'. Not that pretty, not that funny, ot in any way sporty, but smart. Add that to my belief that everyone hated me and I was an obese, ugly monster and you've got a girl who found it difficult to make friends because sh believed she wasn't worth it. I didn't need external enemies.... I was my own worst enemy....

Anyhow..... I'd always struggled with my weight.... Between my lack of physical activity and constant desire to eat it made for a pudgey girl.... until I hit about 16, stopped chowing down 3 ice creams a day and actually decided to eat healthily..... and I believed in doing that it would solve all my problems.... an Miss Popularity would ensue.

But, even at 44 kilograms.. it didn't.

I finished school, went to uni, got a part-time job, got my degree, got my first proper job, gained 14 kilograms and lost my love for life. I didn't go out. I worried. about everything. I hung out with my mum. My idea of a 'good' weekend was doing work. Argh. But I didn't realise what I was doing....

Anyhow, beginning of last I decided that I would plan a holiday overseas. I'd go by myself. I'd NEVER done anything like that before and was excited.

That holiday changed my life. It changed my life before I went. It changed my life while I was on it. It changed my life after I went.

It made me realise that I could HAVE FUN.

AND..... that having fun was, well.... FUN!!

It made me realise the importance of friends, having friends and being a good friend to myself.

It gave me something to be excited about and look forward to.... which stopped me eating emotionally and in doing so... lost 10 kilograms....

It made me want to live life, meet new people, have friends, do lots of things and really... reach for the stars (sorry, that was a bit corny).

(It also made me realise that vodka is good, don't trust a man whore, the importance of a wingman/woman and jaeger bombs are much more tasty than jaeger shots.... but more on those things later....)

So I thought I'd share some of my experiences.... the good, the bad and the ugly, around Brisbane.....

Something to say......

I always thought that by 25 I'd have everything figured out and down pat...... but......

After 25 years I think that I am just starting to live.... experience life..... not just exsist.....

Have fun, make friends do new things, laugh, cry, feel, LIVE

Something's that' kinda stood out to me lately is that I've realised that many of the issues that girls my age experience stem from putting bros before hos... guys before their friends.

I'm sure this has been happening since the dawn of civilisation but the number of major, gut-wrenching, cyber-stalking, tear-jerking, name-calling, wrath-instigating occurances that have occurred lately could have been avoided if girls didn't put bros before hos....

I do not claim to be all knowledgeable..... I'll get sucked in as quickly as the next high-heel wearing, hair-straightening, intellient 25 year old (although I do like to think that I'm immune to that stuff....) but sometimes, someone has to just stand up and say enough is enough.... or sit down an type it instead...

For a laugh..... http://www.thehypefactor.com/jizz-in-my-pants-response-puke-in-my-mouth/