I’m up! And it’s not even 9:00AM yet. And I’ve been reading since 8:00AM. Impressed? Haha. What is my motivation, you ask? Well, I am going shopping of course. Emma is picking me up in a couple of hours; we are going to hit up the designer boutiques with our best foot forward!
I went to Taj’s house yesterday like I said. His house looks totally different since the last time I went, well his kitchen does anyway (renovations, dah!). It’s funny because I actually spent more time with his sister than with him. His sister, Bonnie, is seven-years-old (yep, there’s a big age gap between them – I think because their parents were trying for a girl for so long or something). She is adorable with gorgeous long light blonde hair and incredibly tanned skin, just like her brothers. But goodness me is she spoilt! She dragged me upstairs into her room before I even said hello to Taj. I swear she has every toy imaginable. It was sad actually. She was playing with these slutty-looking Bratz dolls. If you haven’t seen them before, I will describe them for you. They have a face full of make-up and 20-inch-high stiletto’s. They wear skanky little glitzy numbers, including little lingerie pieces that look like they’re about to have a ‘play-date’ with one of their Bratz Pimp Guy dolls. Seriously though, WTF!?!! What ever happened to Barbie and being a teacher or president or veterinarian? Now little girls around the world aspire to be cosmopolitan-loving club-goers and party sluts. Obviously it is working though, because they are waaay more popular than our lawyer Barbie. … There’s my rant for the day.
I was able to squeeze in a little bit of Taj-time before I had to go get ready for dinner with Melinda’s parents. I had only met them once before, but it was less formal. They are very posh and extremely wealthy. Their house, which was about a half-hour drive from ours, is right on the river and looks out onto the city skyline. It truly was a magnificent house. We had dinner outside on one of their balconies. They had a butler and everything. Mel told us to dress, so I wore my Lisa Ho dress with leggings and black heels. Sophisticated I thought. And I think Mel’s parent were very pleased with me. Robert (her father) found out that I was studying Advertising, and he just happens to own part of a huge successful advertising company who have a firm in the city. He said he was more of a silent partner but he sure as hell could get me an interview for some sort of internship; a step-up in the competitive industry. How awesome is that! I couldn’t believe my luck.
I should go get ready! I’m going out! Yay!
Filed under: Thoughts
I slept in till 12:30PM today. I’ve been doing so every morning for the last few days. I don’t know why; I’m usually an early riser! Maybe it’s because my body is rapidly recovering itself or I’m just lazy. Or both. I hate this: not doing anything. I’m usually the productive type, you know. I like to do something everyday, and I haven’t done anything for two weeks. Sure, recovering from the car crash probably is quite productive, but I don’t feel productive at all! All I do is sleep, eat junk food, watch dvd’s and read books or magazines. I didn’t even get to see Taj yesterday. He was helping Aaron (his older brother) move into his new apartment in the city. I demanded that I come and help out, but Taj just wouldn’t budge. Any excuse to get out the house I spose. Taj said he’d come round after he finished up there, but turns out he ended up staying the night at the apartment cause they still had some more stuff to do in the morning.
He said he was going to come around to mind sometime soon, but I’ve decided that I’m going to go around to his place! I’m feeling way better now, and the doctor said I could start doing stuff, but just to take it easy. I think Emma’s picking me up tomorrow to go shopping. I haven’t been in forever. I’ve got a few events this weekend actually and you know my greatest motto, ‘an event is a great excuse for a new outfit!’. Ha-ha-ha.
Ooh, think I just heard Taj’s ute pull up. I better get going! Have a good one guys. I sure will. :]
Car crashes are not fun. Therefore, the last week and a half have not been fun. I was in a pretty bad crash two Sundays ago. It was just so unexpected. I was in total shock after it happened, and I think the other people were too. I was driving home from Emma’s in the morning, after our Saturday night out (and NO, I was not hungover). I was on a major highway, driving all casual and shat when suddenly this car comes out of no where and pulls out on me (they were turning across the highway, into my lane). They literally pulled out on me, as in they hit my driver’s side and literally boxed me into the car and pushed me two lanes across. We stopped sliding when suddenly there was another fucking loud noise and I was sliding forward – a car from behind was unable to brake fast enough and hit me from behind. Talking about a double-wammy of backlash. And I’m not kidding, my back is absolutely killing me now. So there I was sitting in my beautiful Tiburon coupe, thinking ‘what the fuckkkkk just happened!’. I remember trying to move and realizing that there was no way I was gunna get out without some help. The guy from the car behind me must’ve called the police and ambulance pretty quickly, cause they were there in no time flat. Before I knew it some guys with big scary looking machines were cutting me out of the car (*tear* they cut my car door to shreds, not that it was going anywhere in a hurry). It was very scary. In fact, I was sobbing like it was going out of fashion. It made my head feel even worse. I reckon half of t was shock though, from the trauma and seeing me baby being cut to pieces. Apparently the damage of my car was half my worries.
They said I was in pretty bad shape once I came round in hospital. It wasn’t like real serious or anything, but they did have to put staples in my head! Fricken freaky dude. I sprained my wrist real bad too; I still have a bandage around it. I got some pretty nasty bruises on my right hip and leg and also on my knees. I seriously couldn’t walk for a few days they were so sore. (The other people in the other car’s were fine thank goodness).
You can imagine how I looked when Taj came back. I felt bad that I couldn’t pick him up from the airport, but as Melinda said, I had a fairly good excuse. I swear I felt heaps better when I saw him. It was like he’d instantly healed my killer headache. He was amazing though. It has been very handy having a boyfriend next door. He’s been with me everyday since. He has been spoiling me like crazy. He’s hired out a million and one dvd’s for us to watch together and bought me a few ‘girly’ books he’d thought I’d enjoy reading and magazines and takeaway chinese. Have I mentioned before how much I love him?!
I feel kinda selfish because I haven’t heard about his surfing trip much (even though he told me probably about everything on the phone) but still. I just really haven’t felt like have a huge conversation. I’ve been so tired and miserable. I’m meant to be having an awesome time on uni holidays, but instead I’m practically house-ridden. I haven’t been able to get comfy; it seems as though I think I’m finally in a position that isn’t putting any stress on my body and then the next minute I’m aching all over.
This is definitely NO fun.
It does make me appreciate the people around me though. Dad and Melinda have been a God-send, putting everything in their lives off to make sure I’m okay. Taj for being great company and lifting my mood and just being the most amazing boyfriend ever (poor guy probably thought he was gunna get some lovin’ when he came back – that makes two of us, hahaha). Emma for coming and visiting as much as possible, before and after work. And to everyone who has sent flowers and made my room look and smell beautiful.
