I may be rude but I'm the truth

Here's my prattle for the day people. I'm going to attack Australia's golden child Jennifer Hawkins. For those of you that don't know, the newest issue of Marie Claire Magazine released today features a nude Jen, completely unairbrushed.

WHATTTTTTTT She's really a fat forty year old male?? No, but we can all dream right. She looks exactly as you would expect. 100% stick thin perfection. And really this just aggravates me more than her going on the cover airbrushed. Girls aren't going to pick up this magazine and think, Oh look she's just like me after all! They're going to compare themselves to a stick thin model that has genetically won the lottery.

Marie Claire lose my respect for not having the foresight that this would not help Australia's body image crisis but rather hinder it.

To the right is a photo of jen before Miss Universe. Just thought it was a bit of an intteresting snap.... Nice to see how she's been completely tranformed when put under the spotlight.

"I'm not a stick figure - I thought it would be great to tell women to just be themselves and be confident," Hawkins tells the magazine, which hits news-stands on Wednesday.

Not a stick figure?? I'm sorry but all my life I must be under the wrong impression of the meaning of "stick figure" because honey, if anyone is, you are. I don't even see the imperfections or cellulite I'm sure every other woman has. I look at this photo and think BITCH! Kudos to you Jen, we should be so lucky. But you ARE NOT a positive role model for women, and if you were "normal" wouldn't that mean we could all make the cover of Marie Claire?

I'm really proud of Bianca Dye for speaking out about this issue, and I'm outraged at claims that she is just "jealous" of Hawkins. She appeared in Madison magazine last November for a similar body image campaign. When asked about the photographs Dye said

"She's a lingerie model ... how brave is it for her to take her clothes off?"

"No wonder there are so many eating disorders out there."

Dye also stated that the photographs were a "bit of a slap in the face to people like myself".


Okay well that's about all I've got to say for now. Don't even get me started on Megan Fox!

Love Always
Steph

Feliz Navidad

Well Merry Christmas everyone! The day has finally come and pretty much, gone. I'm happy to say I enjoyed myself despite our Christmas being considerabley less dramatic than previous years. We started off this year in about November with "no present this year guys" to getting to the actually day and of course my parents couldn't resist, which is what I love so much about them.

It's so strange this year I just didn't have the same excitment for Christmas I usually do and I've noticed a couple of other bloggers have mentioned this too. Maybe it's the fact that we're becoming adults and that's just what happens? But for me this year it was a different kind of happiness. I'm ashamed to say that this year was the first time I bought my parents presents with my own money rather than each of them giving me money for the other or even buying something for themselves and wrapping it up and saying its from me. I actually felt good spending my money on someone else...a strange addictive kind of happiness that could turn into a problem if left unchecked. I just love trying to find the perfect gift for people and get a kick out of people opening things in front of me.

Watching my nieces and nephews open their presents today and seeing the excitement on Charli's face when she discovered a barbie doll and a pair of clicky clacky heels, it's the kind of excitement only a four year old could show for such a simple gift.

But the thing that really touched me the most today, and this is gonna sound weird but it was a text. From someone I don't even know all that well that took the time to wish me a Merry Christmas and not just a generic "i've sent this to everyone on my list" message, it was personalised with my name. He was the first and only person to send me a text unprompted and it really made me happy and then I felt bad for not actually sending anyone else a text that I should have so I endeavoured to send texts to everyone I wanted to wish a Merry Christmas and hoped that they would feel the same way I did from that first text =)

I feel like this Christmas is a turning point into adulthood for me. I've turned 18, I survived high school,
ATAR - 86.20
Which is pretty impressive considering the minimal effort I put into the last 12 months of school. I think though I wouldn't go through high school again if I had the choice. I'm going to miss it, sure. At the same time I'm ready to move on, I want to experience uni and meet different people and do different things. And a band 6 in Hospitality, which I'm proud of too and glad I got for Mrs Howard in her last year of teaching since she put so much pressure on me for two years and insisted I didn't drop it.

Well that's all from me for now, next thing to look forward to, new years =)
Deep Lurrrve
Stephii xx

p.s. feliz navidad, Prospero Año y Felicidad.
Totally my favourite christmas song xD

p.p.s. has anyone else ever wondered how they build bridges UNDERWATER????

Working for the Weekend (Oh sorry clearly I have to work then too...)

Ahhhh I'm assailing everyone with two blogs in less than 24 hours, cause that's just how I roll.

Just a blog about stupid work today. So because I've finished school I've been taking on extra shifts at work. I've got a contract so I get 11 hours everyweek regardless. But then they roster me on for another say 10 hours on checkouts. Then during they week they always call me for one dept or other for extra shifts. I'm trained in quite a few depts and so I tend to get a bunch of calls from different people.

To me, I think it's fair enough to accept a shift from the grocery manager to work in nightfill if I don't have any other shift on a Wednesday. Then after accepting a shift THE DAY BEFORE ie Tuesday have my family assailed with calls from Woolworths (checkouts) wanting me to do a shift. They called my house 3 times last night while I was out, only to finally think of trying my mobile. Little do they know I've accepted a shift to work in nightfill so I tell them I can't, but end up taking 3 hours anyway.

So now I've got a 3 to midnight shift that I wasn't rostered for and the checkout staff are shitty because I am one of THEIR staff and if other departments keep "stealing" me they're going to have to put a stop to it.

Anyway the crux of the matter is the fact that I have no right to accept a shift in nightfill when I didn't even have a shift on checkouts. It really irks me because they're basically saying I can't work anywhere but checkouts and this isn't the first time this has come up. But I don't want to be limited to checkouts, I want to learn new skills and be able to get a shift from another dept. I feel like I should be able to accept a shift anywhere when I'm not rostered to work.

Basically the checkout staff would prefer me to sit at home and wait for them to grace me with a call. And if some other manager calls me asking if I can work it's not like I'm going to say "Oh sorry I can't, checkoutws just MAY need me one day in the next 10 years so I'm going to have to give it a miss"

I'd prefer to work anywhere BUT checkouts P.S.

Not only were there multiple and angry calls from the checkout staff last night, But they wake me up this morning asking me if I can come in earlier on checkouts! Of course I tell them NO I won't work a 12 hour shift, I'm already doing nightfill tonight which in turn makes a new checkout person shitty with me AND the nightfill manager. So what can you do.

Work vent ended. While we're on the topic though, I want to mention people who think work is their life. I'm working a lot lately, but it's only to get a bit of a money reserve going for uni next year. What I can't stand is people who also plan to go to uni, but treat their jobs like it's their life. Don't get me wrong, I care about work and occasionally I even enjoy work too =P But when people can't go out because they have WORK in the morning just kills me. Especially when they have a desk job and all they do is sit there for a few hours. Both last saturday and this saturday I've had 6am shifts, doesn't mean I'm not going out with my friends on friday night because of it! Not to mention I lift cartons of stock, and don't sit at a desk. If you can't pull all nighters and get up to go to work the next morning at 18, when CAN you? Even wanting to go out to dinner earlier because you have work the next morning? I mean it's dinner...not exactly hard dancing and drinking.

I'm going to part with a little clip from Pulp Fiction that I LOVE.
(WARNING: Bit of foul language so if you're sensitive to that, be mindful)



John Travolta is gold.


big love,
S xoxo

It's significant, seriously.

Soooo I already broke my promise of a frequently updated blog kids. I'm sorry. How about we make this a monthly affair and I'll try and promise to make it words of substance.

Alas, this post is about an old friend, facebook. It seems to me that facebook is in need of a facelift because all I find myself doing on there lately is becoming fans of things and joining groups. And don't get me wrong I am entertained by this..but I think that it is very much a waste of time I could be using for something productive...like solitaire...

Some of my favourite groups though would have to be
I LOVE this song so... I'm going to listen to it 100 TIMES IN A ROW.
'party in the usa' is undeniably catchy, even if miley cyrus is a fag.
Thanks to Ed Hardy I recognize morons right away.
I see friends on MSN typing so I stop to see what they say, but so do they.
As long as somebody else is as screwed as me, everything is good.

This becoming fans/joining of groups has really made me lose interest in facebook and I keep finding myself wondering what it was that I did on their before they changed their layout and made it so easy to click all these pointless groups. I guess I still joined groups, although I did enjoy going through people's pages to find great groups and take a moment to savour this thing that we both have in common. Now I can just sign right in and have it displayed for me.

I will however continue to join groups on facebook because I can't seem to stop myself. Next step on here is to update the layout =) You'll notice some handy new stuff down the side bar there. It's all for the pleasure of my readers. Just the most recent books I've read and some songs I'm digging atm. Oh and some blogs I like to check out on the occasion nothing is going down on fb.


And I've got a riddle for you ladies and gents nice simple one to ease us back into the swing of things at this very unupdated blog

A woman shoots her husband.
Then she holds him under water for over 5 minutes.
Finally, she hangs him.
But 5 minutes later they both go out together and enjoy a wonderful dinner together.
How can this be?

Until next time (please no one holding their breath)
big love,
S xoxo

Blog and the world blogs with you!

Wasssuuuupppp bitches

Back from my extended blogging holiday, and only because the whole world has gone insane and started blogging.Oh yeah so first blog since MAY....good times, good times. don't worry with all this free time on my hands I promise I'll endeavour to bring the news of my life to the masses! (ignore the fact that that's what i said last time)

There is something oddly fascinating with having a blog, I always try and refrain from any heavy bitching, but alas, it's inevitable with me and not using names can work, but generally people will know EXACTLY who you are talking about. So you really have to know the purpose of your blog - to inform the masses of your life in its entire boring detail OR entertain the masses by unmercifully bitching about everyone and run the risk of them out of boredom clicking the link to your blog one lazy afternoon. The nub and gist is, do you WANT people to read your blog and have it widely publicised?? Or would you prefer a small audience with the purpose of venting your issues and having someone sympathise without starting WWIII?


Okay brain drain complete i promise promise promise you i'll blog again
big love,
S xx

Maybe it's me

I thought it was high time my fans received one of my much awaited blog posts and well let me just say I have been doing quite a bit of thinking.. about everything really.

It's a self destructive kind of cycle, you start questioning how and why things happen and you get stuck and end up becoming depressed about everything. Ever felt like no one gave a shit about you or what was happening in your life? Well it's human nature. People only care about themselves and their own feelings. While you're there thinking something that happened is some kind of pivotal moment in your life, someone else has just walked off and completely forgotten all about it.

But that's how it goes, people's main concern is themselves. Occasionally it changes and for a few minutes someone may give you the time of day, but ultimately everyone is looking out for themselves worrying about what everyone else is thinking of them, when ironically everyone else is doing the same.

So it's best not to give a shit and say and do what you like in life, because really it is too short and regretting everything and looking back on situations just makes things manifest and you end up feeling depressed while those that were involved haven't given it a second thought.

Having said that there are a rare few people in the world who do that and when you find someone like that they're deserve praise. While they may do and say some bold (mostly stupid) things, at least they are doing something! why be complacent in life? Don't settle for mediocrity. And don't let yourself be trodden on by people who you think are your friends.



I realise half of this is contradictory and its jumbled and several things have led me to just vent all this out.

News from Life: i think i'll drop french.
and probably dye my hair red.
Desperately seeking Susan serenity
got myself a pen pal. applying pride and prejudice to real life ftw.

Peace Out
S. xoxo

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The melloccino is the
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