Around the World

Whenever people ask me, "if you could only go to one place in the world before you died, where it would be?" I was always stuck for an answer. There are so many places on Earth, how could I possibly pick just one? Europe, Asia, America. Too many places!

Tonight I was watching a travel show on TV, and I finally realised where my one place would be.

Africa.

Helping AIDs orphans, seeing wild lions and giraffes on the Serengeti, and meeting a Masai warrior. If I don't make it to Africa before I die, I could possibly regret for all of the after life.

It was tonight that I decided I will slowly save for a trip to Africa, aiming to go when I finish university in about three years time. I'll need a lot of money, but I know that three months of living will be worth it.

Wake Up Call

My final year at high school is starting to get stressful. I've only got about eight weeks left, and that's pretty frightening.

I have to look at what universities I want to go to, and then where I'm going to live - because there's no way I'm staying at home. 

I've also got exams next week, which I should be studying for as I type out this, but I can't be bothered. Despite the stress, I'm severely lacking in motivation.

I'm sure it will all hit me when I fail these exams. What I need is a big wake up call.

Serious Snogging.

I love making out with guys. I also love it when they lift me up. I've been spoiled with my kissing. Next time I make out with someone and they don't lift me up, or can't hold my 60kgs, I'm going to be horribly disappointed.

In a couple of weeks I'm going clubbing with my friend and my sister's id. I hope there are a few hotties with which I can do some serious snogging.

Mantra: Live With No Regrets.

Well, I did it. I went to the party last night and just before I left, we hooked up. Hell yes we did, thank you very much.

I didn't think it was going to happen, because he didn't seem that attentive to me. Probably because he's leaving on Monday and won't see everyone for about three months. But still. I was losing my confidence, and then after the last drink I had (vodka and orange juice. I HATE orange juice), I told someone who was closer to him than me that I wanted to hook up with him. I later found a group of them talking. I joined in, and subtly everyone except him disappeared. He turned to me and said,

"I guess you've got what you wanted?" And I just played dumb. Cool, huh? "She's told me that you want to hook up with me. Is it true?"

"She wouldn't be lying."

"Why? Is it because I'm leaving?"

"It could be." Read between the lines: No it's not because you're leaving, but because you are it makes it a whole lot easier and less complicated.

"Shall we just do it and leave it at that?"

"YUP."

He led me over to a corner of the garden and there we started making out for awhile until my friend interrupted us.

"Uhhh, Six... your mum's here."

"Damn. I'll be out soon..." She left us to get back to what we were doing for a little while longer. He ran his hand down my leg and hitched it around his hip. I took that as an invitation to lift the other one, and then he was just holding me (Body. Of. A. God). We were both a little drunk, so the kissing wasn't fantastic, but I hope it's a good memory for his lonely nights.

He made a delicious "mmmm" noise, and I knew it was time for me to leave. Not that I wanted to. Curse my mother and her terrific timing.

I pulled away with a reluctant smile, and he said, "far out. So could've gone there." I took this to mean sex. I just smiled, knowing that I never would have gone there and said goodbye.

Maybe he'll pay me a booty call in three month time.

Eighteen Things, the List

A friend (who is quickly becoming one of my closest friends) and I sat down and made the list. We turn 18 within a month of each other, but figured that if we got a headstart it didn't matter too much. We also want to try and do as many of these things as we can together. They are numbered, but aren't really in any particular order.

1. Hookup with someone hot
2. Plan a trip overseas
3. Get picked up at a club
4. Pick someone up at a club
5. Host an awesome party
6. Do something crazy (eg bungee jumping)
7. Go on a road trip
8. Go to a strip club
9. Go to a day spa
10. Smoke pot
11. Drink before we go to school/uni
12. Take part/go watch Boobs on Bikes
13. Take a leap of faith
14. Skinny dip
15. Buy sexy underwear
16. Go into a sex shop and actually look around
17. As for a that we like's number (or to go to coffee etc if we already have his number)
18. Same someone's life

We completed number 18 today. We both gave blood, which saves three people's lives every time you do it. It was totally worth fainting afterwards.

Eighteen for Eighteen

I want to compile a list of Eighteen things to do in my Eighteenth year. I turn eighteen in October, so I've started it just a little bit late, but I suppose I have until I turn nineteen to try and complete them. The only problem is that I'm not really sure where to start. I've got a few things down (see below), but I'm not really happy with them. I guess this will have to be an ongoing thing. If you've got any ideas, I'm keen to hear them.

1. Hook up with a really hot guy. Or at least a guy with an incredible body.
2. Buy alcohol legally.
3. Vote.
4. Feel satisfied - truly satisfied - with something I have achieved.
5. Do something crazy, whether it be something I'm scared of or something that will shock everyone else.

Making Moves

I'm afraid that I may have turned into a bit of a skank. I have a friend (who has the body of Achilles) who is moving away soon, and I plan on making a move on him. Not a big move, but something in the form of a farewell so that he won't forget who I am. A movie style kiss, perhaps.

But this is a week after I broke up with my boyfriend. Granted, we were only going out for three weeks, but is that not a little inappropriate? I'm still going to do it if he has a party, because I've always found him hot and I figure that he's leaving so I won't see him again. It just concerns me slightly that I'm doing it.

I think it might be in part that my friends are all old enough to go clubbing and when they go out they hook up with different guys each time, and sometimes more than one in a night. I think I want to be in on it, although maybe not to that extent.

Hey, I'm young. Shouldn't I be making the most of my youth while I can still get away with it?