This is a post that I should have blogged about last month but didn't get around to it. And since that time when I should of blogged about it there has been some development so I guess this post is now a beginning and an ending of the Hello Sunday Morning chapter in my life.
You see Hello Sunday Morning is a program were people choose to, on their own free will, to give up alcohol for the (suggested) period of 3 months. I said that I was going to do this at the start of the year however hadn't got around to it. Then one Sunday after a party I attended and going out drinking the night before I woke up with a major hangover. (Only my third ever which I think is quite a feat). It was on this day of July 8th that I vowed to finally do Hello Sunday Morning and not drink for the next Three months until October 8th.
You see in Australia (well not just Australia I guess) there is this 'drinking culture' were lots of young people 18 - 30 I guess (possibly older too) might not drink (alcohol) as responsibly as one should, going out every weekend and for lack of a better term get "shitfaced". Those who do this quite regularly would spend their Sunday in bed or on the couch hungover moaning (literally and on facebook) that they are hungover and 'never want to drink again' and; 'can someone bring them some Maccas (McDonalds)?' The idea of Hello Sunday Morning is to kick this bad lifestyle, to not drink alcohol so excessively in order to actually enjoy your Sunday or entire weekend without being hungover and (for some REALLY hungover people) wishing for death. It's a good concept, and I do agree that there is this drinking culture that have the wrong views on alcohol and how they should spend their weekend. I know of people who do party every weekend and who are hungover every Sunday. It's a culture that for some reason has formulated the opinion that because it's the weekend that they need to get drunk. I'm not against drinking in any way, it just seem's to me that there are a lot of people who would rather drink for the sake of getting drunk then drinking in moderation for the enjoyment and taste of the drink itself.
So there I was, July 8th, hungover and looking at 3 months of being sobriety. This didn't bother me at first until the 4th week in. I was craving a Rum and Coke so bad for 3 days straight. I had even survived a weekend out on the town sober and I actually had a great time.You see whilst I do enjoy going out with friends or going to parties and enjoying drinks at these events I'm more of the have a drink at home to relax at the end of the day. Especially after work. I lasted just under a month. I should of just done 'Dry July'. But I am happy with that achievement. Maybe I will attempt this again another year but I don't feel I have any issues with my drinking.
While I started Hello Sunday Morning after a night of partying, hungover, it is only my third ever hangover. This I believe is because I don't go out and party every weekend, I AM responsible when it comes to alcohol. It was my decision to stop and it was my decision when to start again. You only live once as they say and I don't drink to get drunk, I drink because I enjoy the taste, the drink itself. And as long as I'm responsible, whats wrong with a few drinks? Nothing I say!
Cheers!
Saturday, August 18, 2012
Friday, June 22, 2012
The Early Bird
This morning I woke up determined that I was going to go for a run. I didn't get up at the craziest of hours (7.26am), but I think any morning where you wake up via an alarm instead of the natural time your body tells you it can be a small struggle to actually get out of bed. Especially when it can be so warm and cosey. I got myself out of bed and dressed into some clothes that were ideal for this mornings exercise. It was cold outside but I knew once I got started then I would warm up.
It turned out to be a great morning. Upon leaving the house a small group of about 5 or 6 Rosella's flew passed, full of colour, full of life. I don't know what kind they were exactly but I think its fair to say I like all kinds of Rosella's. Their colours bright and beautiful and I love the happy little sounds they make as they fly by. Whenever I see one I am reminded of the Rosella's my family had when I was a kid, George and Bella.
It took me a little while to get started. I actually hadn't really done any exercising in a week. I started with a walk before I would break out into a jog and then eventually a run. This would continue as I went on my journey, as I would get tired I would slow down for a bit before running again, until the end when I just push myself a little bit further. I found it a little more difficult this morning at the start. It was a bit cool, colder then it has been when I've exercised and it was affecting my breathing a little at first but I got better as I trekked on.
It seemed all the birds were out this morning as the Rosella's weren't the only birds I saw flying around. I saw a Crow and Magpies as you might expect which are pretty common but I also got to see Gallah's flying and also two Cockatoo's on the front of someones lawn eating. It was nice to see such life out and about while I was running, something that you could never get if all you do is go to a gym and run on a treadmill.
As I went longer and further I found myself waking up more, getting more energy and getting faster to the beat of the songs my iPod would blast through it's headphones. And while I may have been slightly reluctant to get out of bed I'm glad that I did because even though before I actually leave the house, if I'm feeling tired or not bothered, I just have to have the will power to get up and go because I have never once regretted going for a run. And if I had of rolled over and gone back to sleep I would of missed seeing all those birds, and that would of been a shame.
It turned out to be a great morning. Upon leaving the house a small group of about 5 or 6 Rosella's flew passed, full of colour, full of life. I don't know what kind they were exactly but I think its fair to say I like all kinds of Rosella's. Their colours bright and beautiful and I love the happy little sounds they make as they fly by. Whenever I see one I am reminded of the Rosella's my family had when I was a kid, George and Bella.
It took me a little while to get started. I actually hadn't really done any exercising in a week. I started with a walk before I would break out into a jog and then eventually a run. This would continue as I went on my journey, as I would get tired I would slow down for a bit before running again, until the end when I just push myself a little bit further. I found it a little more difficult this morning at the start. It was a bit cool, colder then it has been when I've exercised and it was affecting my breathing a little at first but I got better as I trekked on.
It seemed all the birds were out this morning as the Rosella's weren't the only birds I saw flying around. I saw a Crow and Magpies as you might expect which are pretty common but I also got to see Gallah's flying and also two Cockatoo's on the front of someones lawn eating. It was nice to see such life out and about while I was running, something that you could never get if all you do is go to a gym and run on a treadmill.
As I went longer and further I found myself waking up more, getting more energy and getting faster to the beat of the songs my iPod would blast through it's headphones. And while I may have been slightly reluctant to get out of bed I'm glad that I did because even though before I actually leave the house, if I'm feeling tired or not bothered, I just have to have the will power to get up and go because I have never once regretted going for a run. And if I had of rolled over and gone back to sleep I would of missed seeing all those birds, and that would of been a shame.
Thursday, June 7, 2012
Ready? BREAK!
Today I am free! Free for 2 whole months it would appear as today was the end of the First Semester at Uni. And there is excitement while I post this as the Caps lock on the work 'break' might suggest. I try to keep my blog post title's interesting or unique in some way all the while being relevant to the blog post they are headlining.
While it is clear why I have used the word break somewhere in the post title some of you may ask why I have chosen to make it sound like the beginning of a play from an American game of football. Well thats simple; 1. It's because it's the first title that came to mind and 2. I might have been watching a little too much Blue Mountain State in the passed month.
Now while I still will be working any hours i receive from my casual employment at The Honeysuckle Hotel this 2 month break between Uni semesters is the longest break I have had in I don't know how long. And to be honest, I think I deserve it. The one thing I want to do over the Uni break is keep myself occupied, this way I wont get bored and waste the time off that I have. As I said earlier this year, I wish to be productive. So I guess this particular post today is a checklist of everything I wish to achieve in the holidays.
Alright, in no particular order here is my list;
1. Go to Crescent Head while Naomi is on placement. Eat out in Port Macquarie. Toast Marshmallows over an open fire and look at the Stars
2. Have drinks and catch up with Dave Nixon
3. Catch up with Tom Raymond
4. People I need to call and catch up with;
- Nikki
- Adam
- Panaho
- Wayne
- The Vellings
5. Go for a run EVERYDAY. Rain hail or shine
6. Read the last 2 Hunger Games books
7. Wash the Car
8. Re - watch Alien, watch Aliens and go see Prometheous
9. Watch Baz Luhrmann's Romeo and Juliet and Moulin Rouge
10. Create a Zine
11. Contact Eleane and create some final designs for Femme Modelle
12. Play the Playstation
13. Do some more Cooking and learn some new recepies
14. Do some creative design work. Maybe begin thinking about how I want my portfolio to look
I'm sure I will add other things to the list during the holidays, but I think that this is a good start.
While it is clear why I have used the word break somewhere in the post title some of you may ask why I have chosen to make it sound like the beginning of a play from an American game of football. Well thats simple; 1. It's because it's the first title that came to mind and 2. I might have been watching a little too much Blue Mountain State in the passed month.
Now while I still will be working any hours i receive from my casual employment at The Honeysuckle Hotel this 2 month break between Uni semesters is the longest break I have had in I don't know how long. And to be honest, I think I deserve it. The one thing I want to do over the Uni break is keep myself occupied, this way I wont get bored and waste the time off that I have. As I said earlier this year, I wish to be productive. So I guess this particular post today is a checklist of everything I wish to achieve in the holidays.
Alright, in no particular order here is my list;
1. Go to Crescent Head while Naomi is on placement. Eat out in Port Macquarie. Toast Marshmallows over an open fire and look at the Stars
2. Have drinks and catch up with Dave Nixon
3. Catch up with Tom Raymond
4. People I need to call and catch up with;
- Nikki
- Adam
- Panaho
- Wayne
- The Vellings
5. Go for a run EVERYDAY. Rain hail or shine
6. Read the last 2 Hunger Games books
7. Wash the Car
8. Re - watch Alien, watch Aliens and go see Prometheous
9. Watch Baz Luhrmann's Romeo and Juliet and Moulin Rouge
10. Create a Zine
11. Contact Eleane and create some final designs for Femme Modelle
12. Play the Playstation
13. Do some more Cooking and learn some new recepies
14. Do some creative design work. Maybe begin thinking about how I want my portfolio to look
I'm sure I will add other things to the list during the holidays, but I think that this is a good start.
Monday, May 14, 2012
Student vs Working Man
As I do my best to keep up my blog this year (and hopefully years after this one), I still don't post as often as I would like, or as often as I should. Not that there's any pressure to keep this blog up to date, it probably will serve no purpose other then reminding my future self of what my life was like at this time. But in order for me to do that properly I should be posting more regularly.
This years return to my blog began with a very lengthy post of what lay ahead for me in 2012. I had started the year with a full plate that will keep me occupied for some time and since that first post 3 months has already passed and a lot has happened. At least a lot of Uni work. Because who would of thought, Uni is hard work and very time consuming.
Once upon a time when I was a 'working man' with nothing but a Job that would occupy half or most of my days I would often scoff at Uni students who said they had it tough. I would think 'how easy' Uni students got it and how they were 'always on holidays' and barely at Uni. From an outside perspective it seemed they weren't doing much. I always thought you had to be smart to go to Uni but with my friends seeming like they were always on holidays I didn't think they did a lot. I would always see people from Uni out on the weekends, or on Uni night and going to parties. And then every time I turned around they were on holidays for like a month! I used to work 4.30am most weekends out on the back dock of Woolworths, which was freezing in winter and hard work. 'Uni students don't know what tough is', I would think. And the discounts! Student prices. I would get frustrated that they got things cheaper. Just because I worked didn't mean I could always afford things, I wanted a discount too!
Now, I have a full stomach because I've had to eat my own words. Since starting Uni I've come to the conclusion that those Uni students who were always out on the town and never appearing to do Uni was either because they were bludgers and not doing all their work, or they were doing a shit load of work that I never saw them do. Either way I'm understanding that even with all the holidays you might get at Uni, they are well deserved. If your a hard working Uni student that is.
Now I go on Uni holidays in 3 weeks and have a break for at least a month and I gotta tell you I can't wait to have some time off. While Uni might not seem as physically demanding as my previous job I will say that at times it can take it's toll. With assignments always in the back of your mind it's a different kind of stress then I used to experience at Lawrence and Hanson. At L&H when the day finished I could forget about things and go home to relax. Uni doesn't stop and wait, it's always there until you complete it, there's no going home to rest if you have an assignment due the next day. And as for physically demanding regarding Uni, there's only so many late nights / early mornings or all nighters the body can handle before it wants to shut down and rest.
Now people might be inclined to argue that it's the 'working man' that has it tougher, while others will say that the 'Uni Student' has it pretty tough depending on which side of the fence they sit on. I find myself in a somewhat unique position of experiencing being a full time working man before becoming a full time Uni Student and only casual working man. Ive experienced both sides and I think I can safely say they are both difficult in their own ways. But I think that that's just life, It ain't easy no matter what your doing. And while there are times that Uni can be a bit of a struggle I would never go back on my decision to go. I'm glad to be calling myself a Uni student and I know the hard work is going to pay off.
This years return to my blog began with a very lengthy post of what lay ahead for me in 2012. I had started the year with a full plate that will keep me occupied for some time and since that first post 3 months has already passed and a lot has happened. At least a lot of Uni work. Because who would of thought, Uni is hard work and very time consuming.
Once upon a time when I was a 'working man' with nothing but a Job that would occupy half or most of my days I would often scoff at Uni students who said they had it tough. I would think 'how easy' Uni students got it and how they were 'always on holidays' and barely at Uni. From an outside perspective it seemed they weren't doing much. I always thought you had to be smart to go to Uni but with my friends seeming like they were always on holidays I didn't think they did a lot. I would always see people from Uni out on the weekends, or on Uni night and going to parties. And then every time I turned around they were on holidays for like a month! I used to work 4.30am most weekends out on the back dock of Woolworths, which was freezing in winter and hard work. 'Uni students don't know what tough is', I would think. And the discounts! Student prices. I would get frustrated that they got things cheaper. Just because I worked didn't mean I could always afford things, I wanted a discount too!
Now, I have a full stomach because I've had to eat my own words. Since starting Uni I've come to the conclusion that those Uni students who were always out on the town and never appearing to do Uni was either because they were bludgers and not doing all their work, or they were doing a shit load of work that I never saw them do. Either way I'm understanding that even with all the holidays you might get at Uni, they are well deserved. If your a hard working Uni student that is.
Now I go on Uni holidays in 3 weeks and have a break for at least a month and I gotta tell you I can't wait to have some time off. While Uni might not seem as physically demanding as my previous job I will say that at times it can take it's toll. With assignments always in the back of your mind it's a different kind of stress then I used to experience at Lawrence and Hanson. At L&H when the day finished I could forget about things and go home to relax. Uni doesn't stop and wait, it's always there until you complete it, there's no going home to rest if you have an assignment due the next day. And as for physically demanding regarding Uni, there's only so many late nights / early mornings or all nighters the body can handle before it wants to shut down and rest.
Now people might be inclined to argue that it's the 'working man' that has it tougher, while others will say that the 'Uni Student' has it pretty tough depending on which side of the fence they sit on. I find myself in a somewhat unique position of experiencing being a full time working man before becoming a full time Uni Student and only casual working man. Ive experienced both sides and I think I can safely say they are both difficult in their own ways. But I think that that's just life, It ain't easy no matter what your doing. And while there are times that Uni can be a bit of a struggle I would never go back on my decision to go. I'm glad to be calling myself a Uni student and I know the hard work is going to pay off.
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Oh shit I'm 24!
The other day, on the 29th of April I once again had reached another anniversary of my birth. Yes it was my twenty fourth birthday. And just saying that out loud makes me feel really old. Naomi likes to comment on my age and how old I am by fondly referring to me as a fossil. Of course she is exaggerating, I'm not that old in the grand scheme of things and am only like a year and 5 months older then her.
I didn't do any massive celebrating for my birthday, but I still had a pretty great day! Naomi made me an amazing birthday brunch which was very filling but ever so tasty. After that I had work, but only for 4 and a half hours. After which I walked home and managed to catch Naomi starting to watch Kill Bill Vol. 2 which we watched and passed the time with before meeting my family at Grill'd at The Junction. Presents were kindly given and we all then enjoyed some tasty Burgers. Baa Baa Burger was my Burger of choice for the night, quite possibly my favorite one on the menu.
After we all gorged ourselves on Burgers and Chips Naomi and I went to the Charlestown Square for the 9.30pm screening of The Avengers! In 3D in the Titan XC cinema, the biggest screen in Newcastle! The movie was EPIC to say the least. Amazing special effects and cool action with a bit of humour. Take all this with some Malteasers and wash it down with a Pepsi and you have yourself a very enjoyable night at the movies. All in all it was a pretty great birthday. Next year I will be a quarter of a century! I don't know how I got so old so fast.
I didn't do any massive celebrating for my birthday, but I still had a pretty great day! Naomi made me an amazing birthday brunch which was very filling but ever so tasty. After that I had work, but only for 4 and a half hours. After which I walked home and managed to catch Naomi starting to watch Kill Bill Vol. 2 which we watched and passed the time with before meeting my family at Grill'd at The Junction. Presents were kindly given and we all then enjoyed some tasty Burgers. Baa Baa Burger was my Burger of choice for the night, quite possibly my favorite one on the menu.
After we all gorged ourselves on Burgers and Chips Naomi and I went to the Charlestown Square for the 9.30pm screening of The Avengers! In 3D in the Titan XC cinema, the biggest screen in Newcastle! The movie was EPIC to say the least. Amazing special effects and cool action with a bit of humour. Take all this with some Malteasers and wash it down with a Pepsi and you have yourself a very enjoyable night at the movies. All in all it was a pretty great birthday. Next year I will be a quarter of a century! I don't know how I got so old so fast.
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| The amazing Brunch Naomi made me |
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| Avengers Movie Poster |
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Lachlan Jordan: The Imposter
That's right, I am an imposter!
Well . . . Not really. I have not stolen anyone's identity or anything along those lines. I'm no Jason Bourne. But I am not an Australian. At least not the Australian that most Australian men are. Now I do my best not to stereotype people, but it's so difficult when a lot of people seem to fit stereotype's.
The reason I say I'm an imposter is because I don't feel I fit into the Australian stereotype that most men are. I felt like this at my old job, and at my current one. Actually, I feel this way around a lot of Australian men. You see, Aussies love their sport. Football, Cricket and Tennis among many others, we are a nation of sport's lover's. Women too. I have met women who are far more manlier then me. Not in appearance, but in their likes and dislikes. Well, mostly sport. And beer. Australia: lovers of sport and beer!
Now I have nothing against these things, they just aren't for me. I would much rather play a sport then watch it, however I have always felt funny playing sport. Ever since high school, (which had quite a few sporting types and I'm pretty sure have produced some well known sports stars, names of which I can't recall) I have felt strange playing sport. I'm not exactly the best Athlete (especially in high school), and there is always that one person who takes it all so seriously. Yes its nice to win, and yes I too would like a shinny trophy or something, but relax already will you, its just a game. I'd much rather go for a run or a bike ride. Maybe a Swim. Or play some kind of backyard sport.
Mostly though for the purposes of my thought's in this blog is more the watching of sport, and I guess the knowledge of sports stars and sport in general. I rarely watch sport on the TV, nor do I know the names of many sports stars. I might watch the Tennis (if its on at the time, but I don't really follow it religiously). And I might watch the State of Origin (Go QLD!). That's about it. Oh, and the reason I say go QLD is because I was born there. This makes it much easier for when people ask me "NSW or QLD?"
And that's it, right there really, people ask me did I watch it or what team I'm backing and stuff like that. Or they just start talking about it, or certain sports people with the assumption I know what they are talking about. But that's how it is, people assume that because I'm a fellow Aussie and a male that therefore I watch sport and that on boxing day the cricket must be on, or that I cant wait for the footy season and am going to put my tips in. And when it comes time to the truth where they find out that I have no clue or opinion on such things then there's usually a lull in conversation or an awkward moment when no one knows what to say. This is why I feel to be an imposter.
Now while I'm fully aware that I am stereotyping and that not every Aussie out there enjoys a TV sports program and that there are probably others out there like myself, but there just seems to be a vast majority of Aussie's who love their sport. Where I currently work is a good example. There are a number of TV screens at work, most of which displaying some kind of sport. It's mostly been Cricket lately. I see patrons looking at the screen's, maybe the occasional cheer or an excited "YES!" They are loving it. They know the game, they know the players, and they know who they want to win. Something I will never know, nor fully understand. I've never understood people who watch these events from home screaming at the TV at the player who has the ball (I'm talking football right now), yelling at them to "Go, Go!". (Well, actually that part I can understand). But when people bag out the players and gather around with their mates telling them how it 'should of been done'. All I can think about is well, I don't see you doing it. You sit there with your beer gut, snacking and bagging out players who 'can't play for shit', but I don't see you doing it. I don't see you out there. Why don't YOU show us how it 'should be done'. These are the conversations that would happen at my old workplace and I would have to just sit quietly, un-opinionated. Or just leave the room, which I often did.
All this sport watching (especially where I currently work in a pub) usually is associated with a cold beverage. Mostly, Beer. Beer is a mans drink. Quite possibly the manliest drink around (except light beer, light beer drinkers seem to get bagged out in my experience). This is most unfortunate for me as I don't drink beer. Apart from the fact that I can't stand the taste and I prefer my beverage's to be something I enjoy, Beer also doesn't agree with me. I've tried to love Beer. I've attempted many different types over the years but me and Beer it seems just aren't meant to be. Which sucks because it's considerably cheaper then Rum, my usual drink of choice.
Apart from the fact I don't like its taste, Beer makes me feel sick. And I'm not talking after many Beer's. I have never actually finished a full Beer in my life. It's like instant headache for me, and makes me feel sick in the stomach. It also surprises people when they discover that I don't drink beer. I usually get some kind of a "Oh really" kind of reaction. Like when people discover I haven't been following the Cricket or something, it seems to puzzle them. I guess it's hard to break free from a stereotype. I mean I am an Aussie after all, and like I said, the majority of Australian's love these things.
So this is me, Lachlan the imposter. An Australian who really doesn't care that much about (watching) sport or drinking Beer. And while I am by all right's Australian with having been born here and lived here my whole life, there are time's where I don't feel like I'm a real 'Aussie'. I mean there are people here from foreign countries who are probably more 'Aussie' then me. But that's ok, the good thing about Australia is that we are pretty laid back and generally don't give a shit what you like and don't like. As long as you are respectful to people and our country, like to have a good laugh (even at your own expense), and will have a drink with us (doesn't have to be beer), then we are pretty accepting.
So whilst I may be an imposter, and not a 'true' Aussie I can still feel at home
Well . . . Not really. I have not stolen anyone's identity or anything along those lines. I'm no Jason Bourne. But I am not an Australian. At least not the Australian that most Australian men are. Now I do my best not to stereotype people, but it's so difficult when a lot of people seem to fit stereotype's.
The reason I say I'm an imposter is because I don't feel I fit into the Australian stereotype that most men are. I felt like this at my old job, and at my current one. Actually, I feel this way around a lot of Australian men. You see, Aussies love their sport. Football, Cricket and Tennis among many others, we are a nation of sport's lover's. Women too. I have met women who are far more manlier then me. Not in appearance, but in their likes and dislikes. Well, mostly sport. And beer. Australia: lovers of sport and beer!
Now I have nothing against these things, they just aren't for me. I would much rather play a sport then watch it, however I have always felt funny playing sport. Ever since high school, (which had quite a few sporting types and I'm pretty sure have produced some well known sports stars, names of which I can't recall) I have felt strange playing sport. I'm not exactly the best Athlete (especially in high school), and there is always that one person who takes it all so seriously. Yes its nice to win, and yes I too would like a shinny trophy or something, but relax already will you, its just a game. I'd much rather go for a run or a bike ride. Maybe a Swim. Or play some kind of backyard sport.
Mostly though for the purposes of my thought's in this blog is more the watching of sport, and I guess the knowledge of sports stars and sport in general. I rarely watch sport on the TV, nor do I know the names of many sports stars. I might watch the Tennis (if its on at the time, but I don't really follow it religiously). And I might watch the State of Origin (Go QLD!). That's about it. Oh, and the reason I say go QLD is because I was born there. This makes it much easier for when people ask me "NSW or QLD?"
And that's it, right there really, people ask me did I watch it or what team I'm backing and stuff like that. Or they just start talking about it, or certain sports people with the assumption I know what they are talking about. But that's how it is, people assume that because I'm a fellow Aussie and a male that therefore I watch sport and that on boxing day the cricket must be on, or that I cant wait for the footy season and am going to put my tips in. And when it comes time to the truth where they find out that I have no clue or opinion on such things then there's usually a lull in conversation or an awkward moment when no one knows what to say. This is why I feel to be an imposter.
Now while I'm fully aware that I am stereotyping and that not every Aussie out there enjoys a TV sports program and that there are probably others out there like myself, but there just seems to be a vast majority of Aussie's who love their sport. Where I currently work is a good example. There are a number of TV screens at work, most of which displaying some kind of sport. It's mostly been Cricket lately. I see patrons looking at the screen's, maybe the occasional cheer or an excited "YES!" They are loving it. They know the game, they know the players, and they know who they want to win. Something I will never know, nor fully understand. I've never understood people who watch these events from home screaming at the TV at the player who has the ball (I'm talking football right now), yelling at them to "Go, Go!". (Well, actually that part I can understand). But when people bag out the players and gather around with their mates telling them how it 'should of been done'. All I can think about is well, I don't see you doing it. You sit there with your beer gut, snacking and bagging out players who 'can't play for shit', but I don't see you doing it. I don't see you out there. Why don't YOU show us how it 'should be done'. These are the conversations that would happen at my old workplace and I would have to just sit quietly, un-opinionated. Or just leave the room, which I often did.
All this sport watching (especially where I currently work in a pub) usually is associated with a cold beverage. Mostly, Beer. Beer is a mans drink. Quite possibly the manliest drink around (except light beer, light beer drinkers seem to get bagged out in my experience). This is most unfortunate for me as I don't drink beer. Apart from the fact that I can't stand the taste and I prefer my beverage's to be something I enjoy, Beer also doesn't agree with me. I've tried to love Beer. I've attempted many different types over the years but me and Beer it seems just aren't meant to be. Which sucks because it's considerably cheaper then Rum, my usual drink of choice.
Apart from the fact I don't like its taste, Beer makes me feel sick. And I'm not talking after many Beer's. I have never actually finished a full Beer in my life. It's like instant headache for me, and makes me feel sick in the stomach. It also surprises people when they discover that I don't drink beer. I usually get some kind of a "Oh really" kind of reaction. Like when people discover I haven't been following the Cricket or something, it seems to puzzle them. I guess it's hard to break free from a stereotype. I mean I am an Aussie after all, and like I said, the majority of Australian's love these things.
So this is me, Lachlan the imposter. An Australian who really doesn't care that much about (watching) sport or drinking Beer. And while I am by all right's Australian with having been born here and lived here my whole life, there are time's where I don't feel like I'm a real 'Aussie'. I mean there are people here from foreign countries who are probably more 'Aussie' then me. But that's ok, the good thing about Australia is that we are pretty laid back and generally don't give a shit what you like and don't like. As long as you are respectful to people and our country, like to have a good laugh (even at your own expense), and will have a drink with us (doesn't have to be beer), then we are pretty accepting.
So whilst I may be an imposter, and not a 'true' Aussie I can still feel at home
New Design
Change is as good as a holiday they say, and while I would much rather go away on a holiday (preferably all expenses paid), one of the changes I have made in life recently is the look of my blog here. I'm not sure if ill keep it this way, and I may experiment with other idea's, but this will do for now.
The inspiration for this look comes from a few area's, mostly images I have seen of apartments through various media, TV shows, an article in a GQ magazine. Needless to say I do enjoy the look they produce and if I had an apartment (and the cash), I too would deck it out to look modern, yet unique and artistic. I do like the idea of making your living space (or any space you have) your own in some way or another. It's those personal touches we add that truly make something (like a house, apartment or room) our own.
Anyway the look I have been inspired by is the integration of things such as floorboards, old brickwork and dark wooden furniture mixed with bright colours such as reds or even whites. Old school rustic mixed with the slick and modern. A collaboration of dark and bright with various textures and items that you might not think would work together, but if done correctly can look amazing. I do like the idea that you can turn a room into an artwork and give it a personality, or a little bit of your personality. Lighting also plays an important role within these designs (however I don't really have that ability here).
Here are a few images to help explain the look I'm thinking of;
I'd like to find more images, but sometimes its hard to find on Google what it is you are trying to find, especially with something that's a little vague
Although I don't know how long I will hold onto this particular look ( I think this may be the 6th design change my blog has undergone since its creation), I might play around more with idea's and looks for this particular theme. Blogger does limit me some what as to how my page will look, but I'll keep playing around I guess. I have been in a very designer kind of mood lately and it's been far too long since I have opened up photoshop. The little skill's I did have need to be refreshed, and I need to learn some new one's. In the mean time I guess this look will do. I hope you like the changes
The inspiration for this look comes from a few area's, mostly images I have seen of apartments through various media, TV shows, an article in a GQ magazine. Needless to say I do enjoy the look they produce and if I had an apartment (and the cash), I too would deck it out to look modern, yet unique and artistic. I do like the idea of making your living space (or any space you have) your own in some way or another. It's those personal touches we add that truly make something (like a house, apartment or room) our own.
Anyway the look I have been inspired by is the integration of things such as floorboards, old brickwork and dark wooden furniture mixed with bright colours such as reds or even whites. Old school rustic mixed with the slick and modern. A collaboration of dark and bright with various textures and items that you might not think would work together, but if done correctly can look amazing. I do like the idea that you can turn a room into an artwork and give it a personality, or a little bit of your personality. Lighting also plays an important role within these designs (however I don't really have that ability here).
Here are a few images to help explain the look I'm thinking of;
I'd like to find more images, but sometimes its hard to find on Google what it is you are trying to find, especially with something that's a little vague
Although I don't know how long I will hold onto this particular look ( I think this may be the 6th design change my blog has undergone since its creation), I might play around more with idea's and looks for this particular theme. Blogger does limit me some what as to how my page will look, but I'll keep playing around I guess. I have been in a very designer kind of mood lately and it's been far too long since I have opened up photoshop. The little skill's I did have need to be refreshed, and I need to learn some new one's. In the mean time I guess this look will do. I hope you like the changes
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
2012: The Year My Life Begins
They say 2012 is the year the world ends. But I think 2012 is the year my life begins. I say this because I truly have a big year ahead of me. I have goals, things I wish to achieve and this year, I'm doing something about it!
You see I myself am my worst enemy. I generally don't have enough confidence in myself to do the things that I probably should of done some time ago. And the stupid thing about that is I know I'm doing it, yet still couldn't help myself. This year is my first year at Uni, something that I probably should of been saying 4 years ago after I finished TAFE. But that word, 'Uni', it frightened me. It represented something that to me sounded so scary and difficult. What if I failed? This is not a good attitude to have, and I'm ashamed in myself for having it, but I still couldn't get passed that fear. I never considered myself a Uni student. Only smart people go to Uni don't they?
So I never went. I never even tried actually. Once I finished TAFE I got my diploma and just kept working at Woolworths. Which is fine, but I was just cruising along, happy in my safe little world. I then moved to Newcastle and got another job, a full time job as a Storeman for an electrical wholesaler. And I cruised along there too. Thoughts of Uni did linger in my mind, but I was still afraid and so I would dismissed these thoughts and keep cruising along.
3 - 4 years pass since I finished TAFE in 2007. It's now 2011, how quickly time flies. I'm still working as a Storeman for L&H and I'm hating it. Ive never hated something so much and I've never been so stressed and overworked in my life. And it was in this year, in 2011 that I started looking at myself. I thought about my passed, about where I was in life at the moment, and where I wanted to be. Who I wanted to be. I thought about all the things that I wanted to achieve and realized that I wasn't going anywhere, that I was stuck. But this time rather then mope around, complaining; 'woe is me', I decided I had to do something. That if I wanted a change, I had to make it happen, me. I realized that I had to believe in myself and take a few risks. And so that's what I did.
About halfway through November in 2011 after another terrible day at work I went home, got on the internet and applied to The University of Newcastle. There was a course I liked the sound of; Bachelor of Visual Communication Design. It would be another 2 months before I knew weather or not I was to be accepted in the course, but I already begun planning leaving my current job and what I was going to do when I was accepted.
January 2012 was a big month for me. A lot happened in just a couple of weeks. I new I would need a casual job/s whilst I was studying as well, so I set out and handed out as many resume's to as many places as I could think of around Newcastle looking for casual work. I had written a short cover letter explaining my situation, about how I was to be attending Uni and would give anything a go. In one day (I was on my holidays from work), I handed out 23 resume's to various bar's and clubs. I got lucky, and within a week I had 3 job interviews to attend.
January 19, 2012 I received a text message from the University of Newcastle, I had been accepted! It was all starting to happen. I accepted my offer, I was now a University student. All I had to do next was get at least one of these jobs that I was being interviewed for. However this wasn't the only thing on my mind. I had some other big plan's that were happening over the weekend. Other plan's that would also be life changing.
January 21st 2012, I asked the love of my life Naomi Anderson to marry me, to which I'm glad she said yes. And while it might still be a year or so before we 'tie the knot' or be able to afford our own place together I didn't let those things stop me from what I wanted to do. I love her and wanted her to know how I truly felt. Why wait for the 'perfect moment'? Or to be financially secure. Love isn't rational. I know I want to be with her forever, so I took the steps to show her and everybody else that. Like I said earlier, I know what I want, and this year I'm doing something about it.
January 23rd the day of the Job interviews. The first at The Warners Bay Hotel turned into a 4 hour trial, after which he offered me the job. The second was at Sunglass hut at Charlestown. Unfortunately I was unsuccessful here. Last interview was at the Honeysuckle Hotel, where they also offered me a job. I took the one at Honeysuckle Hotel, I liked it there better. The next day I walked into L&H and I quit.
So there you have it, the beginning's of a massive year ahead, the first steps into what certainly feels like the beginning of my life. I have direction again and am starting to believe in myself. I officially finish up at L&H on Friday the 10th of Feb. (And I can't fucken wait to get out of that hell hole!!). Ive already started my new job at the Honeysuckle Hotel and am loving it so far. And on Feb 27th . . . I start my first day at Uni. Bring it on
You see I myself am my worst enemy. I generally don't have enough confidence in myself to do the things that I probably should of done some time ago. And the stupid thing about that is I know I'm doing it, yet still couldn't help myself. This year is my first year at Uni, something that I probably should of been saying 4 years ago after I finished TAFE. But that word, 'Uni', it frightened me. It represented something that to me sounded so scary and difficult. What if I failed? This is not a good attitude to have, and I'm ashamed in myself for having it, but I still couldn't get passed that fear. I never considered myself a Uni student. Only smart people go to Uni don't they?
So I never went. I never even tried actually. Once I finished TAFE I got my diploma and just kept working at Woolworths. Which is fine, but I was just cruising along, happy in my safe little world. I then moved to Newcastle and got another job, a full time job as a Storeman for an electrical wholesaler. And I cruised along there too. Thoughts of Uni did linger in my mind, but I was still afraid and so I would dismissed these thoughts and keep cruising along.
3 - 4 years pass since I finished TAFE in 2007. It's now 2011, how quickly time flies. I'm still working as a Storeman for L&H and I'm hating it. Ive never hated something so much and I've never been so stressed and overworked in my life. And it was in this year, in 2011 that I started looking at myself. I thought about my passed, about where I was in life at the moment, and where I wanted to be. Who I wanted to be. I thought about all the things that I wanted to achieve and realized that I wasn't going anywhere, that I was stuck. But this time rather then mope around, complaining; 'woe is me', I decided I had to do something. That if I wanted a change, I had to make it happen, me. I realized that I had to believe in myself and take a few risks. And so that's what I did.
About halfway through November in 2011 after another terrible day at work I went home, got on the internet and applied to The University of Newcastle. There was a course I liked the sound of; Bachelor of Visual Communication Design. It would be another 2 months before I knew weather or not I was to be accepted in the course, but I already begun planning leaving my current job and what I was going to do when I was accepted.
January 2012 was a big month for me. A lot happened in just a couple of weeks. I new I would need a casual job/s whilst I was studying as well, so I set out and handed out as many resume's to as many places as I could think of around Newcastle looking for casual work. I had written a short cover letter explaining my situation, about how I was to be attending Uni and would give anything a go. In one day (I was on my holidays from work), I handed out 23 resume's to various bar's and clubs. I got lucky, and within a week I had 3 job interviews to attend.
January 19, 2012 I received a text message from the University of Newcastle, I had been accepted! It was all starting to happen. I accepted my offer, I was now a University student. All I had to do next was get at least one of these jobs that I was being interviewed for. However this wasn't the only thing on my mind. I had some other big plan's that were happening over the weekend. Other plan's that would also be life changing.
January 21st 2012, I asked the love of my life Naomi Anderson to marry me, to which I'm glad she said yes. And while it might still be a year or so before we 'tie the knot' or be able to afford our own place together I didn't let those things stop me from what I wanted to do. I love her and wanted her to know how I truly felt. Why wait for the 'perfect moment'? Or to be financially secure. Love isn't rational. I know I want to be with her forever, so I took the steps to show her and everybody else that. Like I said earlier, I know what I want, and this year I'm doing something about it.
January 23rd the day of the Job interviews. The first at The Warners Bay Hotel turned into a 4 hour trial, after which he offered me the job. The second was at Sunglass hut at Charlestown. Unfortunately I was unsuccessful here. Last interview was at the Honeysuckle Hotel, where they also offered me a job. I took the one at Honeysuckle Hotel, I liked it there better. The next day I walked into L&H and I quit.
So there you have it, the beginning's of a massive year ahead, the first steps into what certainly feels like the beginning of my life. I have direction again and am starting to believe in myself. I officially finish up at L&H on Friday the 10th of Feb. (And I can't fucken wait to get out of that hell hole!!). Ive already started my new job at the Honeysuckle Hotel and am loving it so far. And on Feb 27th . . . I start my first day at Uni. Bring it on
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