Plans for the Day

My plans for the day include going here:

with my best bud Elise, just for fun!

Tonight, I'm seeing this:



(a last minute spontaneous decision because my dance studio is going since we get cheap tickets for being dancers!)




Last week, I got to see this with a few people from dancing:



It was so much fun, and I can't wait to see Mary Poppins again tonight!
(I first saw it in New York in 2009; you can read about how much I loved it here)

Ice Ice Baby!

I went iceskating on the beach last night!


Just like last year, my sister Chelsea & I went to Bondi Beach where they have constructed a huge icerink right on the sand!

I got really cheap tickets off the Team Spreets website (I subscribe to a ton of these deal websites now; you can get some really great stuff for cheap prices!), and Chelsea agreed to come with me again, even though we have been having freezing cold, ridiculously windy weather lately!





We had the best time! They had created a little alpine snow village right on the beach, and everyone was dressed up like they worked at a Swiss chalet!


After last year, where we rocked it on the ice, Chels & I thought we would be awesome iceskaters once again...

But we ended up spending most of our time on the rink like this:




For some reason, the icerink wasn't smooth and flat like usual. Instead, it had these little divets every couple of metres, which made it hard to skate!

Everytime we let go of each other's hands we seemed to stumble and almost fall - although neither of us actually fell.

I guess that's what you get for thinking you're a big-shot pro iceskater who had beginner's luck last year.

Training for next year's icescapades starts now!

:)

My morning

This is my second week back at uni.

The second week of the last semester of the last year of my degree.

For those of you playing along at home, this marks Year Number FIVE for me and my university career.


Anyway, this morning.

This morning I rushed out the door with barely any makeup on and pulled back two bits of my hair from each side and clipped them up in an attempt to make it look "done".

It was eight minutes past seven, one minute later than I'd left yesterday morning. And yesterday morning had not worked out well. It took longer than the usual hour and a half to get to the campus, and I was ten minutes late to my first lecture.

So, makeup less with messy hair, I fly out to my car thinking "I am going to be late FOR SURE."

What happens? Of course, there's hardly any traffic. If you live in Sydney and ever have to drive anywhere in the early mornings, you will know what a MIRACLE this is!

I was so amazed! I breezed past exit ramp after exit ramp, thinking "I should be stopped in traffic by now... or by now... or at the very most, by NOW!"

Usually, it's a "good day" if you can make it five or ten minutes of driving without being blinded by a sea of red breaklights.

I had thirteen minutes of motorway heaven. I got on at 7:23am and actually drove at the speed limit until 7:36. (I know this because I kept tracking how long I'd been driving, since traffic was moving so unusually quickly)

I had thoughts of getting to uni early and coming in to the library to blog and kill time before my lecture.

But there is a reason I'm only writing this now at 11:32am.

Peak hour is called peak hour for a reason.

As expected, my highway bliss was rudely interrupted by traffic coming to a standstill. For no reason at all. It seems Sydney cars just get a kick out of exercising their break lights every once and a while.

My joy at actually driving along the highway - as opposed to the stop-start of a gridlocked Sydney road- was short lived.

I made it to the exit ramp right before the one I take, and then everything stopped. We crawled along for the next 20 minutes and then proceeded to drive very slowly all the way to the university campus.

But I was still early.

I could've taken time with my hair and makeup after all :)