Forget Freeballing - Try Freebra'ing.

Today I woke up with a completely different feeling than I have in a long time.

It wasn't because I woke up for the first time in my new home. It wasn't even because I'm covered in so many black bruises that it looks like Michael Jackson wrote the song 'Black or White' based on my current skin colour. I think it is entirely to do with the fact that I woke up with short hair for the first time in a month. That's right ladies - I'm back to my natural form.

After a disastrous attempt to change my blonde to a different shade of blonde, my hair turned GREY. Yes, grey. I could have easily gone down to a retirement village and not have been asked for i.d, that's how bad it was.

It wasn't just the grey hair that made me want to take out my extensions, it was because they had grown like an inch since I put them in. Instead of spending another $150 and getting them pushed up I decided that it was best if I just got rid of them and worked my Marilyn Monroe x Anna Nicole Smith hair while I still have it. My hair is still a pale shade of grey with some scary roots (that are almost ginger due to the colour I used to counteract the grey tone) so it's safe to say that I will be running - literally running into a department store as soon as I can find a bra to put on.

I swear, the worst part about moving house for me is not being able to locate key objects for my daily life. I lost my video camera (which doesn't affect you guys, but it does affect my vlog) and I lost every single bra I own. How ridiculous is that? I got underwear coming out the wah-zoo but not a single bra!

Today it looks like I will either be wearing five singlets that are two sizes too small under my normal clothes, just to keep the twins on point.. Or worst case scenario? I dig up the sticky tape. Lots of sticky tape. Think of it like a sticky tape halter bra.

Either option seems unpleasant if you ask me and I will be sure NOT to photograph whatever option I go with. Haha.

I took lots of photos while we were moving house and a few of the removal of my extensions. They wont be crash hot quality because they are just phone pics but it's better than nothing I guess.

Living In A Bad Omen.

Just like the title of this post, my new house has had a bad omen since the day we moved in. My family are pretty superstitious people and when we drove into the driveway of our new house, there was a dead black cat on the front lawn.

You have bad luck if a black cat crosses your path, can you imagine the amount of bad luck you have when one dies at your doorstep?

So far, we spent five days without power, the kitchen sink has been clogged, the television antenna needs to be replaced, our internet wont be connected for up to a month, i burnt off some of my hair and have been caught in an ice cold shower at least four times because the hot water service is up shit creek.

Ahhhhh, you can't imagine the relief I feel just to be able to sit here and write a blog entry, even if it is on crappy dial up.

I have so many vlogs that I can't upload because it would take all day just to upload one video on dial up.

Can't wait until our wireless internet is connected.

How has everyone been? I'm going to attempt reading all of your blogs now.

Take care xx

Moving House.

So let me tell you about my day.

Last night I slept on the couch. I woke up today, brushed my teeth then started moving all of our extremely heavy boxes onto the ute that we hired. The my brother and I took all the loads to the new house. We unloaded the boxes and took them into the corresponding rooms and then did the same thing again and again and again.

That was my day until 3pm when I almost snapped my thumb off my hand.

When my brother was moving the ottoman (big foot stool) he was trying to fit it in between a book case and the side of the ute. My thumb was right on the corner of the bookshelf when the ottoman was slammed down into place.


Thumb = swollen, tight, black and wont bend from that position, no matter how much 'Kill Bill' "wiggle your big toe" motivation I give it.

So, after half an hour crying and trying to pull it together, it was back to work - thinking I'd just broken my thumb.

We then jump started my car, I parked it on the road and we took another load to the new house. I'm so glad mum found a house only three streets away otherwise today would have been hell.

5pm rolls around and we get a knock on the door. Mum opened the door to see some doosh from our real estate saying that we have to open our house because they scheduled an open day to show prospective tenants through the house. After mum went off her nut, he stood outside for fifteen minutes and no-one showed up to view the property. I don't know if it was embarrassment due to the fact that nobody viewed the property or because mum ripped him a new one but after the fifteen minute open house time slow, he just got in his car and drove off. No 'goodbye' and no 'thanks for your time'. Rude bastard.

NEVER RENT FROM RUN PROPERTY IN CARLTON!! They are the most incompetent, rude and ridiculously demanding real estate we have ever leased through.

Anyway, mum and bro have gone to post a parcel that mum sold on Ebay. You should see how many bags of clothes are in my new room at the moment just waiting to be unpacked. I'm not even going to bother explaining the amount of stuff I have to sell - mostly clothes and shoes. You wouldn't believe me even if I told you.

I'll be taking photos tomorrow and fingers crossed that I can jump on the net to post them. Our new internet provider just sent me a text message to say that there are no available ports at our new house so we may have to wait a month for internet to be connected. I'll wait til my brother eats before I tell him. He is usually a bit happier after a feed lol.

So far, this move has been easy, hard, disappointing, painful, aggravating and f'd up.

I can't wait until we are in the new house. It's like a clean slate, you know? I already have my room planned out, a schedule for myself and ideas for my vlog and blog posts. I'm definitely going to step up my professionalism with my vlog. I need to find the perfect spot to record, set up a nice background and organize my wardrobe so I can show you guys through.

Oh, best part of moving house? I FOUND MY TWO DIOR DRESSES FOR SUMMER! Oh, plus I found like three boxes of makeup, fifty odd nail polishes and some other random stuff.

Here is all that is left in my lounge room at the moment.

A couch, a rolled up carpet and a bookshelf.

Hope your day has been as eventful but less painful and aggravating as mine.