i'd rather be your cocoon
Kind of depressed tonight. No particular reason, just a general glum feeling. Have spent the evening curled up on my bed sipping hot chocolate.
In an attempt to dispel the blues I've been planning my future. An email has been sent to my travel agent detailing my current ideas for my trip. Three tours are planned for the UK - one for Scotland, Ireland and England. Planning on spending around four weeks in the UK and eight in Canada; three months total. I think things will be booked fairly soon! Exciting!
Am now investigating my options for post-grad study next year. At the moment I really like the look of the Masters of Publishing at the University of Sydney. It's a maximum of four years studying part time and one of the electives is an internship.
I have another goal for this year: I want to learn how to walk in high heels. I had a moment on Sunday when I was shopping with Lisa and Lisa's friend Karmen. Karmen works in an office and needed new work shoes. These turned out to be black stilettos I would have difficulty wearing for a dinner let alone 8 hours at work. Watching her strut in these shoes made me feel like I severely lacked an important part of my femininity.
So I have decided to grit my teeth and learn to deal with the excruciating pain I feel when wearing heels. I want to be a girl, too!
In an attempt to dispel the blues I've been planning my future. An email has been sent to my travel agent detailing my current ideas for my trip. Three tours are planned for the UK - one for Scotland, Ireland and England. Planning on spending around four weeks in the UK and eight in Canada; three months total. I think things will be booked fairly soon! Exciting!
Am now investigating my options for post-grad study next year. At the moment I really like the look of the Masters of Publishing at the University of Sydney. It's a maximum of four years studying part time and one of the electives is an internship.
I have another goal for this year: I want to learn how to walk in high heels. I had a moment on Sunday when I was shopping with Lisa and Lisa's friend Karmen. Karmen works in an office and needed new work shoes. These turned out to be black stilettos I would have difficulty wearing for a dinner let alone 8 hours at work. Watching her strut in these shoes made me feel like I severely lacked an important part of my femininity.
So I have decided to grit my teeth and learn to deal with the excruciating pain I feel when wearing heels. I want to be a girl, too!