It was a fruitless shopping spree on the weekend whilst trying to look for some leather gloves to combat the frosty mornings we been experiencing lately. The only pair I came across were ugly and ridiculously over priced. I thought it be an easy task to get some gloves as only like a week or two ago, gloves were everywhere.

To my dismay, shops were stocking Spring clothing and accessories whilst Winter gear was being shunted towards the sales rack. You would think finding Winter items would be easy during Winter months.

I've always go to wonder why the hell do shops start selling things so early? Like Christmas stuff being available now and Easter goodies from the new year? I mean seriously who the hell buys that sort of stuff that advanced? I mean the Easter chocolates I get, because end of the day its still bloody chocolate albeit bunny shaped BUT what the hell are you going to with bloody Christmas trees and decorations 6 months prior to damn jolly season? Yes I am aware of the concept of Christmas in July but the who the heck actually does celebrate Christmas in July, with presents under the Christmas tree and all?

So while I be rugging up for tomorrow's expected 4 degree morning (sooo last season according to the shops) I wonder if anyone will brave the cold in Spring's fashion.

P is for....

One of my biggest flaws is being quite prone to procrastination. That itself speak volumes alluding to other flaws like laziness, lack of discipline, short attention span... I could go on...but I can save the my character bashing for another post.

No matter how many times I have screwed myself over with procrastinating which is always followed with self promises to not procrastinate ever again, I will find myself in a sticky spot caused by said procrastination.

Its seems lately though procrastination is costing me a lot more then lack of sleep or a better grade as it did in high school and uni. Instead procrastinating at work has cost me

1) a better pay rise. I told myself by the end of my first year at work I would of completed my Microsoft and Apple certification. End of year came, no certs under my belt hence making it hard to sell the fat pay rise I wanted (which I didn't get) So seven months late I have got my MCP, (one more exam to get MCDST) and yet to get my Apple cert which looks likely I will abandon.

2) a promotion. I'm still stuck on the same team that I started with. I'm pretty sure if I had actually gotten my certifications done earlier I'd probably be in another team and much more satisfied career wise.

Besides work, I practice procrastination else where in my life. I mean my arse and thighs didn't get this way without some help- procrastinating so much that I rarely made it to the gym. I'm forcing myself back to the gym due to needing to save money rather then spend money on clothes that aren't so damn tight. My poor blog suffers too, God knows how many posts that I could have written instead of wasting countless hours stalking people on Facebook. Its unfair that so many other things seem so much more fun then actually doing stuff that needs to be done.

Even now I am procrastinating in my packing for Melbourne. Mother dearest has nagged me to start sorting my things for Melbourne now. Lazy me thinks no I got plenty of time. Though seriously I MUST START packing !

So I end this post with a wise saying:

Procrastination and masturbation only have one thing common : you end up fucking yourself over ..

I am afraid of the future because I don't know what lies ahead.

I always want to know what is going to happen. I'm one of those people that loves spoilers and will read the last chapter of a book to know how the story will end. If I don't like the ending I won't read it.

I don't care for suspense. It annoys me. Just skip it and fast forward me to the ending.

If only there was some way of knowing what was going to happen in the end of my life. I want that happily ever after, the triumphant ride into the sunset. I want my fairy tale ending. I want it all minus the evil step sisters or poisoned fruit. I want my Prince Charming (or Princess Charming (you never know these days) to sweep me off my feet and we will live in our castle, happily ever after.

I'm so generation Y. :)

I handed in my resignation/ transfer request letter today.

After I sat back at my desk I was hit with a wave of panic.

Shit.. I'm really doing this. By this I mean leaving Perth for Melbourne.
I got heaps of reasons to go.

One is to fulfill the wish to move there when I first visited the beautifully planned city years ago. I love the trams, the arcades and being able to shop at Coles 3am because I can.

Another is in seek of new adventures. I feel like I'm trapped in a rut at the moment. Right now there is nothing in Perth that makes me want to stay.

And another I suppose is because I want to run away and escape. After all it has been a crap year so far. The break up and the break down. I need time and space. I need a breath of fresh air. I need to go to Melbourne.

The countdown begins.