To be honest, I should have got here a lot sooner than what I have....
If I had any consistency with when these things are published I would have reached this 'milestone' probably a year ago. ahhh shoulda woulda coulda.
When I started this, I wanted an outlet for my writing because at the time I was doing mostly physical work and finding it not much knack for the noggin. Since then I have gained multiple outlets for my writing and have subsequently become slack on the bloggin.
But, as I click posts of the past, I can track my thoughts at that certain time of my life, discoveries, laughter and stories that I have been lucky to share with some devoted and some random followers.
I know the design could be better, have more pictures and link to other things I do, but the focus is on the writing and the content and maybe by my 150th I'll have all that sorted.
So to 'celebrate' here is the links to the most popular posts of the last three years. (if this wasn't the 100th post I was going to write something about self-sabotage but the wallowing writing can wait)
Let it go, Let em Flow
Dinner Thyme
36 things I learnt from my Dad
A Procrastination Poem
And here's to the next series of sibilence and obscure metaphors. Deliberate rhyming and cringe worthy puns. Young person's street wisdom and lists about things to do in a heatwave. Lessons shared, problems mulled over and random ruminations. Growing through expressing, making big thoughts easy to understand and lols. Many many many lols.
For you I say-
Jj
Between 3-5 times a year, I stay awake all night, and go until the next day.
Last Friday night was one of those. I had a dance gig at a rad Electroswing evening- with live bands and djs and Steampunk themed cogs and flying machines. Ended up at an after party in a warehouse in an outer suburb of Melbourne, and the next thing I know I'm freestyle rapping on the crisp morning pavement to the beat of a bongo drum and my alarm is going off because it's time to go to the gym. I didn't quite make it that day.
It's a strange feeling making your way home with your false eyelashes looking in opposite directions at people who are walking their dogs and watering their gardens.
But there's something about seeing daytime turn into nighttime turn into daytime that is eerie and refreshing.
The experience of the new day breaking is energy enough to power me through before hitting a wall at about 11am.
Still, this Vampire has no thirst for sleep yet.
With teased theatrical hair and remnants of all kinds of glitter, I was a sight. Some people complemented this new look, care factor was minimal. I couldn't really say "I woke up like this" because I hadn't been to sleep.
"Maybe she's born with it- maybe she never sleeps"
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Desire for fruit salad and green smoothies is high. Desire to deal with anything without wearing sunglasses is low.
Highlight #1: My nephew was born 18.29 UK time. I was awake to hear the news. Obviously
Highlight #2: Ubers are easier to get at 9.30am Saturday
Lowlight #1: cutting a pineapple with a bread knife approx 7.00am
Highlight #3: eating said pineapple approx 7.04am
My very first Vampire experience was when I was 17 and went to a friend's holiday house on Sylt, a rich island off the coast of Germany. We came out of the nightclub at 5am, and being European summer, it was light. Once we recovered from being able to see who else was coming/ stumbling out, we got our euro bikes and went for a swim in the sea. With a start to the day like that you can't possibly go to sleep!
Every all nighter since then have left me feeling somewhat dusty but more recharged than what one would expect. I put it down to the sunrise. Feeling cold then warm again. Hearing the bats then the birds. Drinking beer and tea at the same time. Frightening commuters.
Why am I sharing this with you?
Well, it's my 99th post.
I started this blog in 2012 and called "Stories, sentiments and sometimes stupidity" because I am a sucker for sibilance and all the above. My Vampire weekend (I wonder if that's where they got their band name from) is also all the above. From waking on 5.45am Friday to sleeping at 9.30pm Saturday I shared and heard stories, sentiments and tons of stupidity...it just took me a few days to process, recover and work up to it.
And about 3 days to detangle my hair.
Any suggestions for a 100th post are welcome!
Jj
