I did it. I talked about it a couple of posts ago, but ended up chickening out twice. But today I went through with it.
I got a brazilian wax. For anyone who wants to be spared the gritty details, skip the next paragraph! It was shockingly painful; now I'm not actually sure why I got it. My friend Louise got one done last year before jetting off to Thailand with her boyfriend. She was absolutely determined, a far cry from her former feminist ravings of it being 'de-womanising'. Maybe it is, but I definitely feel more girly. I feel like something more teen-ish, cute, young and fun. I guess I feel like it suits my age more.
It's been a feeling, all through my 'teenage years', that I'm not really living the way I should be. I feel older than I am, in the way I act, the things I like, the people I like.. but I'm not emotionally mature enough to really pursue them and fit in... going on a tangent.
In conclusion, the wax hurt like hell. But I'll do it again!
On other news, I have an apartment! I know I've already said it - it may not be new news, but it's great news. I've been rejoicing constantly about this since I found out, but now comes the two-week wait until I can move in. The anticipation is killing me. I can't wait to put my posters up, hang my pictures, make my bed in my new room, eat out of pizza boxes on the floor for lack of furniture.. actually, that last one isn't so great. But I'm excited nonetheless.
It's in Richmond, right near a lot of my favourite places. It's near my shrink which is always good, near the Vietnamese fresh markets and restaurants on Victoria Street, near Chapel Street (fashion! clubs! random midnight fun!), Bridge Road (cheap fashion!), Swan Street (homewares), the river which I like to run along and .. best of all... IKEA! I will be in heart-shaped ice cube tray heaven!
Something else that has been weighing on my mind a bit lately is the way I look. Jumping on the scales the other day, it hit me that I am the heaviest I have ever been. I don't look it - I have certainly looked fatter than this before, but it's a worry. I don't look fat, I probably don't even look overweight, but my body is a weight that doesn't make me feel good, or thin. So I have to do something about it. Something big.
I've been working out a lot, trying to do at least an hour of exercise a day. Let's see if this works.
Anyway, midafternoon naptime!
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Don't be bashful. Let's see a picture!
Aha! You'll just have to wait until Thursday!
Haha! I don't think I could bring myself to buy furniture there (knowing that at least half a million people probably had exactly the same thing). But I adore the silly little things like pots, ice cube trays, et cetera.
And being the clumsy person I am, you can never have enough plates and glasses...
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