I've been thinking.

I have once again returned from a month abroad, this time spending it frolicking around Central America. Predominately Costa Rica and Panama.
I had a wonderful time as always with my fair share of ups and downs, but I will no doubt go into that more another time.

However since returning I have been overcome by what can only be diagnosed as the 'post travel blues'. Anyone who has returned from a trip whether it be long or short is bound to notice the symptoms. This trip was meant to be one of my last for a while. I booked it with the excuse of needing a hedonistic adventure after graduating from 7 years of university. I booked it with the intention of returning with a satisfied state of mind, ready to begin my journey into grown up life, with desire to settle down, so to speak and sort out my career.

Boy was that presumptuous of me. I feel that being away has only reignited my desire to travel and do volunteer work, and although I know I should start thinking of the future, I feel that I should do what makes me the happiest while I have the freedom to do so.

So I have booked to disappear again half way through next year! To Thailand this time, with hopefully some extra added on volunteer work afterwards (if the money situation is right).

Some people question my adventures and wonder if these disappearing acts I do are stopping me from opening my self up to opportunities at home. This may be so, although through these adventures I am meeting amazing people from all around the world who are on the same inner journey as me!

This is probably too whimsical for a Saturday but I really needed to do some pondering.

Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you have imagined. - Henry David Thoreau

Hey sexy ladyyyyyyyyyyyyy

I am trying desperately to get motivated so I can exercise and get fit and bikini ready for my trip to Costa Rica. From the day I booked the trip I have said, exercise starts tomorrow! Yet nearly 4 months on I have yet to really attempt anything other than some squats and sit ups. Don't get me wrong I spend at least an hour a day thinking about all the exercise I should be doing. If only that burt calories.

Yesterdays bright idea was to spend my days off walking about 5km or so around the area. I was excited about this, had my ipod charged and my shoes out.  However today the weather has been beautiful one minute and horrid the next. So that has been the perfect excuse to postpone my walking debut until tomorrow.

Having a little bit of motivation in me however I thought I'd do some dancing. I love the Otis Redding song 'Love Man' and it is on my shower playlist, so I was very excited to find a dance routine tutorial on youtube to this song.

It is such a cute little routine, shame I am so uncoordinated! I'm so lucky I finished university as if I had to resort to being a stripper, there would be no way I'd get any tips with my wobbly awkward moves. I think I dance pretty good after a few drinks, this makes me wonder if this is actually so.

So after doing this routine. which I hope I will improve at through practice I chucked on another video to dance to which I was actually capable.

I think Gangnam style may be the only dance other than the Macarena that I can actually do without looking like a fool.

Magic

Today I woke up very uninspired.

Just before I went to bed last night, I learnt that there had been a large 7.6 earthquake off the coast of Costa Rica and they were issuing tsunami warnings to the surrounding islands. Tsunamis are probably my greatest fear in life. So hearing that one might hit the island to which I am disappearing to next month, both terrified and shocked me. Needless to say I had a tsunami nightmare that night, something I used to have quite often.

So I woke up stressed that my trip would be cancelled and I would lose all the money I had paid thus far due to my lack of travel insurance, so after waking in a panic at 6am, purchasing travel insurance and slightly calming I had a nap. After this nap I woke all dazed and cranky and drained. I think it is a combination of being incredibly low in iron and having severe caffeinated energy drink withdrawals, I was in a right state.

After posting a inspiration needed plea on Facebook, I decided to hit YouTube to find some spark on a day like today. After watching a video on Woodstock, I thought I'd search for a video on Peats Ridge festy, the closest thing to Woodstock I've been to. I watched a retrospective video of the year I attended, and was surprised to see that some friends and I made it into the footage. After that I was completely won over and immersed in the music of Jinja Safari and my day has since been promising.
It is funny how some music can change your mood in a matter of minutes.

You can see us swaying along from 2.30mins!

Lazy day

Today is the first day in over a week in which I am not at work or out and about and I am relishing in this freedom and relaxing.

Anyone who has met me knows how much I love my dog. He turned 13 yesterday which means I got him when I was only 11! He is so cute, however he actually despises me. I feel that I must have harassed him a lot in his younger years as there are some days where he will not have a bar of me. I remember one day coming home from 5 months abroad, and ran jubilantly into my house, to the backyard to see my dog and he looked at me went 'meh' and then walked away! I'm don't think I have ever been so heartbroken.

I always get so sad when I see photos of people and their dogs, so today I used due force to make Buddy comply!

So here you go, 'The day I forced my dog to love me'

Photo booth

I finally got photo-booth working on my Macbook after 6 months of it crashing every time I opened it.
I had a browse through all the pics on there, and was surprised to see that the majority were outfit snaps before nights out or sometimes in sheer boredom. I guess thats normal right?

I don't know how some of my friends can look phenom in photo booth or iPhone snaps. I always end up looking like a hag. Hence, why my head is aways cut from these snaps.

Booya baby bow down

I know I've been loving Lana Del Rey something fierce lately, I know I am late on the discovery.

I even purchased her album on itunes, and for a currently poor uni graduate thats something big.

I loooooove this music video. Sooooo much.

A$AP Rocky looks sooo handsome as JFK.

I am also beginning to find Lana's trout pout endearing.

I want beautiful mixed race babies like the ones in the clip. So cute.

Blue Jeans

So not long ago everyone was gagging over Lana Del Rey and I was so sick of all the hype and incessant images of her everywhere. I don't listen to JJJ so I had never heard her music and never really cared to actually giver her a go purely due to the fact that there is something about her face that annoys me, I think its her puffy lips and the uncanny resemblance she has to a camper I had when I was a counsellor in the U.S and that bitch was a handful. However, the other day I was bored and playing around on YouTube and thought, lets see what the fuss is about.

And OMG this song is amazing.
So I take back all my harsh comments about you Lana, you and your ridiculously huge lips and vacant dazed stare make good music.