Just another twenty-something's musings on life, occasional rants and phone photos, and copius fashion/scenic/food/quote reblogs.
The reaction that I have to hearing my own recorded voice doesn’t seem to apply if I’m not speaking in English. It seems I sound sufficiently like a different person that the “What? I sound like that!?” thing doesn’t register in my brain.
Interesting. (Says the girl recording herself talking about a picture of her mother while drinking cider alone in her room on a Wednesday night.)
Being content is a recurring Sunday night battle.
Drinking tea, listening to Triple J and researching for a presentation on forced migration.
Bad Blood, Bastille
oh also on my way home i went op shopping and got four things for $18. op shopping is my favourite thing.
took a barista shift at the last minute today after what felt like a big break from coffee making. it was actually really nice to be back behind the machine and feel the muscle memory kick in :)
Thinking about doing a Masters in Community Development. It feels like a positive kind of direction to take.
really hoping i don’t get any more job rejections today. it’s so depressing when they all come at once.