Keeping it Inside

I have been sitting on a big secret for a couple of weeks.
This was to be a life-changing event for me.
I have been researching quarantine laws to move my cat and myself to another country.
I have been happily planning my future.
Not even my best friend knows.

In a single moment- with 1 sentence- all these dreams and plans have been shattered.

I am so angry.
I want to lash out.
I want to be bitchy.
I want to let the secrets out.
Instead I will say nothing.

Making Things Happen

I am sure most of you know my obsession with these guys:

Even though I try to keep the groupie side of me on my other Social Media, sometimes it slips through onto here.

I didn't choose the Groupie life, the groupie life chose me.

One day I heard a song on the radio and fell in love with the voice and then the song with it's cheeky catchy beat. A few days of hearing the song, but never the artist made me research them on Google.

This was my first glimpse of the voice I had fallen in love with:

A 12 year old boy (not quite)

Ermmmm ok..... Not what I expecyed. My first thoughts were: "They are SO YOUNG"

Proceed to watch the music video, love it, google them, watch all their interviews and that was that. I was smitten.

3 years later, look how my baby has grown up:

Liam Hotness Payne

"I want you"

I recently became the proud owner of this lovely perfume, which surprisingly does not smell like a 12 year old high on Candy Floss.

My dad and I had an hour long conversation about these boys and their success and I told him that my new life's mission is to see them perform live.

Yesterday, I decided to stop saying it, and do it. I am going to see One Direction. Live. At Wembley Stadium.

I can't contain my excitement!!! I have to keep looking at this photo to make sure it really happened.

Go ahead, judge me. I won't care over the ear-splitting grin and inward shreaking

I even entered a competition to see them live at Madison Square Gardens in New York, but sadly didn't win. If you feel like a good chuckle, here is the video. 

Is it just me who hates the sound of their own voice? Apparently your brain alters the way you sound - why? Why doesn't it just alter our vocal cords to sound better?

 

Strange Dreams

Lately I have had the oddest dreams & wish I had a psychologist to give them meaning.

Dream 1:
I dreamt I had my hair cut by a strange black lady who's salon was actually a restaurant by night.
She charged me R1400 and warned me that she hoped I had medical aid to pay for it.
When I asked her to fix it because she had not done a proper job at the back, she proceeded to shout at me.

Dream 2:
I dreamt that I was eating custard out of an elongated Tupperware cup (the exact cup we used to eat custard out of when I was a little girl)
I heard shouting from the cup and when I looked inside, Justin Bieber was drowning.

Dream 3:
I went to visit Claudz' house and to get to their place, we had to walk a long dirt road. Then we had to climb up a 90 degree sand hill. After much struggling, I manage to get to the top of this hill that looks out onto a little restaurant.
As we start to walk towards the place, we notice that an armed robbery is in progress.
As we slowly start to back away, a man runs out towards the right and the robbers run after him to shoot him.
Claudz and I start to back away slowly hoping not to draw attention to ourselves and I wake up.

It isn't all rainbows and butterflies up in dreamland... I much prefer the dreams where I am kissing Jared Padalecki's abdomen... that V is super sexy!

Now how on earth do I get back to that Happy Place without visiting McDonalds?