I know that people say that cool kids don't sleep, but I don't think that I want to be cool anymore. Getting to sleep at night is struggle enough, but it's in the morning when I'm comfy and cozy that I really dread the waking hours, and it seems that the world has made it its mission to prevent my pillowy happiness. I used to think that Mr Emphysema's cough was as bad as it could get, but there a few new items high on my sleep disruptor list, and they are relentless. It starts with the garbage trucks, anytime between 4.30-5am, and despite there only being 3 types of bins, I could swear those trucks go by every single morning. Our neighbours across the fence have recently decided to undertake some super loud renovations that require a loud dozer and a loud work team that begin their work right after the garbage truck leaves. It doesn't help that this seems to be a highly incompetent work team, as their site manager yells a lot, making sure that I know they're up and at it. Lastly, 80% of the people on our street seem to be redoing their driveways, and so there is a current abundance of cement trucks out and about in the morning, which is not only loud, but super inconvenient when trying to drive out. A cosy (and hopefully uninterrupted) sleep in is just one more reason to look forward to Saturday morning.
Today was my second last day of Live Below the Line, and it has been the hardest so far. I'm still loving my 2 minute noodles, but for the first time today, I was actually hungry. It has been a really great experience that has raised more than a million dollars so far, got me back to what I weighed before easter (no small feat, let me tell you!) and made me realise just how many little things we take for granted. I have already drawn up a shopping list for tomorrow afternoon of things that I 'll be eating as soon as I wake up on Saturday (or at midnight tomorrow if sleep continues to evade me.) Top on the list is fresh fruit, and second, is chocolate. No surprises there! With only one day left of the challenge, you still have tomorrow to support the cause if it's something you're interested in. You can leave a strait donation on the live below the line website, or go through my participant page at https://www.livebelowtheline.com.au/me/hayley_larsen
Last night I witnessed the awesomeness that is Captain America: The Winter Soldier. it's everything you love in a Marvel movie, with incredible fight scenes, humour in the least likely of places, and just all round bad-assness. I desperately want to be in a superhero movie one day, and not as a kidnapping victim, but as someone who gets to do some of the butt kicking. I guess this means I need to become far less uncoordinated in my tricking and tumbling classes. When I finally nail my combat and unnecessary flipping skills, my only proviso to accepting the role will be; no capes. Anyone who doesn't listen to Edna Mode has to be stupid.
Tomorrow I have a Moulin Rouge workshop, and our dress brief is "cabaret wear," ie. not much. Wearing fishnets with a leotard isn't really on my bucket list, but I don't really have a choice. Let's just hope that my usual propensity for wardrobe malfunctions disappears tomorrow, because enough people have unintentionally seen my underwear to fill my lifetime quota I feel. Fingers crossed.
Xx, Little Duck
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