Monthly Archives: April 2012

Progression with to-read list

I have been doing a fair bit of reading lately and have finished The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas, 1984 and Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close. I very much enjoyed The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas and especially Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close. From the first page I fell in love with the characters and their intricate, fascinating and damaged personalities. Although I found the concept of 1984 interesting and am certainly glad I’ve read it, I didn’t find the story particularly enjoyable to read, and was very glad when I finally got through to the end. It was only in the last quarter or so of the book that it started to get at all exciting and even then I couldn’t say I was riveted in the slightest.

I have also invested in The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, The Five People You Meet in Heaven (which is next to read), The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, Robinson Crusoe and The Help. I ordered three of these off Fishpond and while the prices were fantastic, they took forever to arrive which made me incredibly frustrated as I have very little patience. So probably won’t be doing that again, I am now on a mission to find one that delivers them quickly. I love having this many books piled up waiting for me to read!

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Pizza: the healthy way

My current hardcore dieting unfortunately means that I can’t eat a lot of the delicious food I love and crave. Actually, it means I can’t eat food very much at all. I am a massive Italian food lover- and if I ate as much of it as I desired I would literally be an extremely massive Italian food lover. As Italian food is generally ridiculously high in carbs and calories and fat and everything else, and as I am the type of person who generally manages to find a way around everything, I have come up with a solution for me not allowing myself to eat carby high calorie favourites: pizza and pasta. Pasta is my favourite food ever.

The pasta one is super easy- it’s called Slim Pasta. While perusing a local health shop recently and gazing longingly at the pasta section, I came across a little package labelled Slim Pasta. Which for obvious reasons caught my immediate attention. Upon further investigation I discovered it had only 34 calories in the entire pack, which had two serves. It’s $4 for a pack, which is kind of expensive for pasta, but still not too bad and definitely worth it. It’s made from ‘konjac flour’ and even though it doesn’t exactly taste like normal pasta and it’s quite noodle like, it’s still pretty great. Definitely better than no pasta. I just mix it with a bottle of pasta sauce and a sprinkle of cheese and it’s like a 100 calorie, super duper filling meal! So fantastic.

Now on pizza: last night I was on cooking dinner for the family duty, and as I am vegetarian and they are the complete opposite, I try to find something that all of us like and will eat. Last night’s solution: healthy pizzas.

How do you make an actual healthy pizza, you wonder? Pretty simply, actually. All I did was use wholemeal pita breads as a base, spread them with tomato paste and pile on whatever veggies I desired- I used mushrooms, pineapple, olives, asparagus and capsicum, but I’m sure there’s plenty of delicious combinations. I put some ham on everyone else’s and left my share nice and meat free, and covered everyone elses with an abundance of cheese while only putting a sprinkling on mine, as it’s super fatty and high calorie. It was incredibly delicious and really filling, and it’s a fantastic meal to make to cater for a number of people who don’t eat the same things, because you can vary the ingredients on each one.

Needless to say, I am extremely pleased I have found a way to include my favourite foods in my current crazy dieting mode!

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I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it?

Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

I wondered, for the first…

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The weekend that I lost my sanity

Well it hasn’t actually happened yet. But I can 99% assure you that this weekend will be it.

I am excited because:
It is Thursday night. In other words, it is the beginning of the four day long Easter weekend. I get ridiculously excited when I have time off work.

I am not so excited because:
Details of how I will be spending said weekend-
Where- Camping. Texas, Queensland. Population: 700.
With: No electricity. Not a great deal of available vegetarian food, as my mother refuses to pack a different meal for me for every meal we will be eating (solution to this problem= limited options=less eating=skinnier=not so bad). BUT mainly, with all five other members of my constantly arguing, yelling, narrow minded, insufferable family. This includes a three hour car ride there and back.

I did, for some wild, crazy, reason, choose to spend my weekend in this manner entirely of my own will. Why would I make such a mental health threatening, risque decision, you ask? Because I am honestly a pure hearted, kind, generous, nice and wonderful person who would not hurt a fly or say a bad word about anyone. That may be stretching the truth a little, I even surprise myself when I do nice deeds like this one, let alone how surprised my family were when I told them of my planned attendance. I did it, I suppose, because I literally do not remember the last time I spent a weekend with my family, and I guess this is my selfless charitable deed for the next five years or whatever. And because of the genuine smile on my mother’s face when I told her I might come. That last reason is actually true. And because for some weird reason I actually kind of wanted to. However, the wanting to part decreased a little once I came home from work today and my family have already taken up constantly yelling and fighting and carrying on with their usual antics.

Looking on the positive side, I have four new books which will all be accompanying me. I have tanning oil and plenty of time to do nothing, equalling plenty of time to do something about my reflectively pale skin. There will be plenty of running/walking space (eat less and exercise more=get skinnier=not so bad). My grandparents are also coming. They have a large nice motorhome in which I can hide. Nan eats vegetarian food, she will offer me edible non fattening eats. I am actually looking forward to having a four day relaxing weekend camping, not having to be anywhere and doing what I like. I love camping, and pretty much every other weekend is spent being spastically drunk and partying the two days away in what feels like two seconds. Not going to say I don’t enjoy that. I’m 18, of course I do. But one weekend like this one will be nice.

Sounds not so bad, right? That’s what I was thinking. But little delusional me kept trying to avoid one major, completely altering factor: the family. How bad can a family be, right? Ignore them, do you own thing, don’t worry be happy blah blah blah. Ohh how I wish. How. I. Wish.

To show you just how much they can change me enjoying my time, I shall provide a few examples:

Me: *sitting in comfortable chair reading one of fantastic new books*
Parents: “SAVANNAH WHY ARE YOU SITTING ON A CHAIR READING A BOOK LIKE A USELESS PERSON THERE IS SOMETHING YOU COULD BE DOING TO HELP GET UP RIGHT NOW QUICK GET UP”

Me: “Oh wonderful, it is 7.30am, I don’t have to be anywhere. I will sleep in.”
Family: “WHAT ARE YOU DOING GET UP YOU WILL WASTE YOUR ENTIRE DAY IF YOU STAY IN BED ONE NANOSECOND LONGER PLUS I NEED TO MAKE BREAKFAST AND YOU BEING IN BED IS CLEARLY AFFECTING ME USING THE KITCHEN AREA”

Me: *Spending time with grandparents in motorhome but main purpose of being in there is because it’s comfortable and it is not made of nature and a good place to hide from family*
Parents: *Discover secret hiding spot and rudely intrude* “SAVANNAH WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE THAT IS SO ANTISOCIAL WE DON’T COME CAMPING TO BE INSIDE THE WHOLE TIME GET OUT GET OUT WE ARE PLAYING A FUN FAMILY GAME OF WHO CAN ARGUE THE BEST”

Yep. You get the gist of things. So just a warning: if I return from this weekend completely and utterly bonkers, lost my marbles, settled completely into la la land, it is not my fault and you know who to blame. I would like to say in advance, in case I do not have the capabilities at a later time, that if someone could poke bites of veggie patties with chilli sauce through the bars of my padded cell it would be very much appreciated.

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What is my life for and what am I going to do with it? I don’t know and I’m afraid. I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And what do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones, and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

I find her fascinating

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Too many ideas and too little time.

Usually I hate the end of the month, and the start of a new one. It serves no purpose but to remind me that time goes way too quickly and I have still achieved basically nothing that I want to achieve. And it is now the start of April, and I could not be more happy about it. Which completely contradicts what I just said. But April is almost July..sort of. When you’ve been waiting a year and a half to start uni like I have, April is definitely very much almost July. From about the beginning of this year I have been excited as each month started and the last one ended, so I can finally be doing what I want and starting to achieve what I want to do, as being your average receptionist/adminstration assistant was definitely never on my list of life goals or to-dos.

However, the closer it gets to July, the more I realise I’m not sure what I want to do. I am enrolled to start a psychology degree, and although I am extremely interested in psychology, I don’t know if I definitely want to be a psychologist. I know, of course, that there can be many outcomes of a psychology degree and it doesn’t necessarily mean being a psychologist, but I think my sudden change of heart on something I was so set on is the creative drought my life is currently suffering from. My mind is creative, all day every day I’m thinking of wonderful and fantastical things and ideas. I live in a little world of my own and I quite like it there. But my actual life is currently quite void of any creativity or arty stuff or whatever you would like to call it.

Since leaving school, I have been working full time in reception/administration positions, and it made me realise that in high school, I had completely taken for granted how much I got to write and play and create. Which got me thinking about the thing I have been passionate about since I was a young chlid- writing. Which got me thinking about actually being a writer. Which got me thinking about things like creative writing courses and writing and editing magazines and how amazing it would feel to have written a successful published novel and all of those wonderful things. Which then put me in quite a predicament. I don’t want to not do psychology, but I have all of these creative urges bubbling up inside of me and they are very determinedly trying to get out. They’ve been whizzing around in there for quite a while, you see, so I don’t blame them at all.

The other thing is, psychology will most likely not get me anywhere extraordinary. Writing can. By this I don’t necessarily mean career wise (that too though), but also personally.

My current solution is this:
Study psychology and do creative writing on the outside. Although there are still ideas and options buzzing around my mind, this one makes sense. There is no reason why I should just do one thing.

One of my many life mottos- do what you love.

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