Welcome

So, after long overdue chat with a friend that I haven’t seen for several months, I decided that I needed to start blogging again. I am not sure if these entries are going to have a particular theme other than rants and rambles that I deem fit to share with the world. But for now, this is all you need to know about me.

I am a first year University Student, making me 18 years old. I have just got my licence, so there may be some spontaneous driving stories to tell. I am Australian. Very Australian, actually. Yes, I am your typical blonde haired, suburban living bogan (well, not quite) from down under. I could be so cliché and tell you that my life is hard, and I struggle to make ends meet, and although that is true, that whole story is overplayed by a long shot. So instead of being all, OMG my life sucks #whatislife; I am going to try to tell you about the side of me that is-to some people-funny, crazy and hella awesome. ;)

To get things started, I’ll tell you about the other day.

So, I was just relaxing at home. I was just about to make myself a cup of tea (my right before bedtime drink) when there was a knock on the door. Now, I was babysitting my little brother that night, and I was the only adult at home, so I had to answer it.

Thankfully it was not some creepy murdering dude, or something selling something. It was two of my best friends. After the initial shock, I let them in and asked what the hell they were doing. One of them had just received their licence and wanted to flaunt that to as many people as possible, so grabbed a friend and came to me. After the congratulations, (and hellos as my mum had just returned home, relieving me from babysitting duty), we decided to go on an adventure. I grabbed my car keys and we both drove over to another friends house. It all felt very Fast & Furious, us driving and following each other. After collecting said friend, we did what every Aussie should after getting their licence, the classic initiation, the tradition; went for a Maccas run.

It was all well and good until my friend started messaging their boyfriend. So then, of course, we made the logical decision of buying and delivering him some Maccas as well. After buying an apple pie, we headed off again, starting to feel a bit like a gang of irresponsible teenagers, we headed to the boyfriends house. Only problem was, we had no clue how to actually get there.

After several wrong turns, and a pit stop to buy donuts (one night special, 10 for $10, it was so beautiful, seriously, real tears of joy), we did eventually make it and deliver the apple pie, and shared around the amazing nutella donuts.

All of his family were in PJ’s (his dad in these awesome skeleton stretchy pants, which I totally want to get my own pair of) and it made us all really uncomfortable, crashing his house, and we kinda realised how strange we were being.

We left after that, driving manically down the main road back towards the general direction of all our own houses. (Okay, it wasn't manically, but it sure felt like it, because once again we had no clue which way was really the way home).

I didn't get home that night until about 11 o’clock, and considering we left around 8, that was fairly late.

So yes, all that petrol money was wasted, and it was a crazy night. However, it worked out really well in the end (for me).

I didn't realise until I got home, that they left all the donuts in my car. J All in all, and excellent night out.

Bye bye for now!

P.S. Two days later my family had actually eaten all the donuts so after all that it didn't matter L