i'm home

but i wish i wasn't! i love sydney. one night there was just not enough!

flight in was uneventful, i've been to sydney quite a few times now and NEVER got lost........got the train into central station from the airport.......and i get fucking lost! and the place iw as staying at is right next to the station, but inside that place is like a fucking maze (granted every other time i've been through central i have been with friends) this time i was alone, i ended up asking a hottie in a business suit for directions to get the hell out of there lol, and he walked me all the way to my hostel. who said people in sydney are rude? lol.

backpackers hostels......only fucking accom i could get due to the massive number of people staying in sydney for mardi gras. i always thought of these places as sleezy cockroach infestations. but the central YHA is actually really fairly nice, and the people you meet there are great.

i went to the event i went to, and came back exhausted with sore feet from new heels, but while sitting in the dining room having a coffee got talked into going to a pub at the casino by a group of english and american tourists. had an AMAZING night, although had no sleep at all. danced the night away. stumbled into hungry jacks on george street at about 4am then sat around until 9 where we headed off for breakfast and was escorted to the airport by two very goodloking canadians.

flights were delayed and cancelled due to storms, thankg od mine was only delayed for an hour, because everywhere for accom was booked out, i would have had to have crashed in the room of one of the sexy english people (not that i would have minded but im sure the boy would have lol)

flight home was full of turbulance, i swear we were going to die.

got home to find the boy waiting for me with huge smiles. and although i was exhaused (2 hours sleep in 48 hours, still probably drunk and with blisters the size of golf balls on my feet) we went out for dinner and i fell asleep at about 9pm, slept right through until 4pm today!

so theres a short update on my sydney trip

i so wish i were back there :(

ack

i can assure you there will be a shit load of blogger fodder for me shortly

my evil friendand her wanker asshole moody prick of a husband and HER 5 year old (i say hers because he shits me to tears with the way he acts like the kid is his when it fucking isnt ) are moving in with The boy and i for 3 weeks.....

i HATE HATE HATE her husband, hes a cranky, moody fucktard who i just want to kick in the balls so hard he wont EVER reproduce

so yeah, im a sucker who said they could move in here because i didnt want to see their kid without a home.....

Sydney here i come!

Just finalised my flight bookings! can't wait!

Pitty it's only an over night trip though :( but at least i get to attend a cocktail dinner and get all frocked up! leaving the boy at home though.

i absolutely love sydney, only been twice, but when i am there i feel like i belong. gorgeous city. if only i could live there

Marriage, Kids, etc etc

What the hell is it with people? The boy and i have "officially" been together 12 months (living together and sleeping together for 17 lol) it took me almost 10 months to meet his parents (scary! but they are truly wonderful people)

anyway, the amount of our friends/family who keep asking us when we are getting engaged, when are we having kids etc etc. it's driving me nuts

the worst culprits are his best friend and my best friend....

The boy and i met through our best friends who hooked up (and are now married but we didnt go to their wedding LONG story) Anyway, these friends of ours got engaged after only knowing eachother and being together for 3 months. they got married after being together for 13 months. All they do is fight. theyre actually not the greatest friends to have, very toxic and complete shit stirrers, but thats a whole other story in itself.

so of course now they seem to think because they are married we should be too. The boy and i have already talked about this and will most likely getmarried at the end of 2009/start of 2010. and engaged sometime this year

but it makes me so mad when people think they have the right to tell us how to run our relationship, when we should get engaged, when we should get married. people really suck sometimes

and now......HIS mother asks him every time they talk when he's going to give her grandkids, and my mother has been hinting on it. i have cousins i am close to who keep willing me to get pregnant.

just bitching because i really fucking hate people today

It's so hot today! 41 in the shade, pour me some lemonaide....

Shoot me now, i'm channeling Peter Combe songs! (speaking of Peter Combe, did you know he now performs at night clubs in Adelaide for people who grew up with his music.......sad really lol)

temp today, 39 c, temp outside my back door.......43c. FUCK. I love the heat, but when im home doing nothing i find it ridiculous. i hate it with a passion, yet if i was at the beach right now i'd be loving it.

The boy got home from work at 7an, now i can't sleep when noone else is in the house at night time, so i was exhausted when he got home, i opened the door, and jumped into bed where i quickly started to drift off into lala land. he comes to bed just as my eyes were closing and my brain was turning off and starts to rub up against me. seems like the boy wasn't as tired as he claimed to be! I tried to ignore his advances at first, but gave in. so an hour later, he was fast asleep and there i was laying there fuckign wide awake! don't get me wrong the sex was great, but fuck i was mad that i was now wide awake.

The boy wants subway for dinner, as much as i don't want to cook i'm feeling like a tight ass today and don't want to spend money on something knowing i can make it just as similar for a third of the price, so i'm sitting here watching Judge Judy (see, told you i'm a sad case) waiting for him to wake up so we can go to coles and get the ingredients. my "subway" is far more filling, and tastes so much fresher when i make it. Will post a pic later when it's done lol

I just realised, it's a really hot day today, and what am i wearing? Jeans and a Black hoodie,..........smart move Leah.

just after 1am

and i am just getting home, nope, didn't hit the town with friends (oh how i wish) so what was i doing you may ask? well, at 8pm i get a frantic call from my mother........conversation went as follows..

Mum: Leah!!!!! help!!!!
Me: (a little worried) What?? what's happened?
Mum: i really need your help!!
Me: (getting more worried) why?? what's going on?
Mum: i can't get past this fucking level on spyro
(cue silence)
Me: errrr and you're calling me all frantic for this reason?
Mum: yes, now Paul (step dad) is on his way over to pick you up i need you to help me! (click end of convo)

now my mother always hangs up without saying goodbye, shits me to tears.

so i get there just after 8:30 and have now only just walked in the door after sitting there for hours playing fucking spyo on the playstation. fuuuuuuck i hate that game, but the more levels i passed, the harder it got for her to do which of course meant i did them

oh and i also got there took over food and cooked the biatch dinner. lol

so there you go, 25 years old and do i spend my saturday night out getting pissed with friends? nope, i spend it playing fucking spyro with my mother....... kill me now

here i is!

So, i've recently found myself home alone a hell of a lot due to the boy working night shifts. i'm not one who likes to sleep in a house with noone else but myself for company, therefore i've decided instead of spending my nights watching crappy infomercials, or even worse, The Mint, that i may as well blog! otherwise i would be driving myself insane (even more insane??) listening out for creepy sounds and trying to stop myself from getting sucked into buying the latest fat blaster, face cream or super sweeper that claims to pick up a table and two bowling balls when in reality it probably wouldn't do anything other then spit dust particles around my house.

So who am i? ? god, i don't think even i can answer that question!

My name is Leah, i'm 25 living in adelaide with my wonderful boyfriend who usually treats me like a princess (when he's actually home that is) i'm currently studying bar and gaming. in hopes to gain employment as a bar bitch! lol.

i may be young but to be honest, i feel like i have lived 1000 lives in my short lifetime.

i have a severe shoe, hat and bag fetish, is there a 12 step program for such a disease?? because i sure as hell need one!

ohhhhh side tracked! Finding nemo is on!

I have a weakness for vodka and baileys (not mixed of course......but come to think of it i wonder how that will taste!) and anything pepermint flavoured.

I am a self confessed shopaholic, who can never pass up a great bargain.

i have lived in Adelaide my whole life, but ventured overseas once, and interstate a few times (in fact i am off to Sydney in just under two weeks!) Sydney is one of my favourite places in the world, if it wasn't so damn expensive to rent/buy a house or apartment there i'd move in a heart beat.

i am obsessed with the colour pink. a huge fan of the singer pink, in fact, i bet if pink is incorperated in anything i will fall in love with it.

i am quite the girly girl, but a clutsy tomboy at times. i can be painting my nails one minute and then climbing all over the back of a truck the next.

so needless to say i'm a fairly typical Aussie Girl.

i've most likely bored you all to death by now (all 1-2 of you who will ever probably read this lol) so it's time for me to go wake the boy so he can get ready and head out to work to make more money for me to spend! (GOD don't i sound like a spoilt little princess???)