Les Pensées D'Une Petite Rêveuse...

Tonight I had a man double my age liquor me up…ALL NIGHT.

Luckily I escaped.

Also…

I’m quite proud of myself for not doing a 22/2/11 anniversary post. I survived the memorial quite well, only cried twice. That is all.

You know when you like someone but you’re too scared to tell them but you probs should before the opportunity passes and it’s too late?

And you’re kinda hoping that maybe they’ll say something first so that you don’t have to be the brave one who goes out on a limb and bares their heart for the other to stomp all over even though you think that may not be the case?

Yea that.

Also fangirling over…

DEREK HOUGH!!! What a hottie! Guh. That man. Unfortunately my fangirling is slightly limited as I have yet to watch the Season 13 finale of DWTS and I don’t wanna be spoiled.

All good though coz he does do a lot of chest baring and hip shaking on the show…got plenty of drool-worthy material to hold me over for the next 15 hours.

Be warned Tumblr, my next post will most definitely have some gorgeous, talented dancer action going on!

Having a wee fangirl moment…

Totally loving some old school music tonight!

Had a wee cry after watching that. Seriously thinking of going to see this up in Auckland in a few months time. Just need a travel buddy or two, here’s looking at you Jono.

Alternatively, a performance from the originators of the awesome tunes in the above video.

And I know it’s not the best quality, but for authenticity’s sake it’s a winner.

My Aftershock Related Non-Post

So, I was gonna write something semi-massive about today’s aftershocks but I’m a bit emotional from being overtired - it’s 5.14am and in the past 24 hours I’ve had 3 hours of sleep. Perhaps I’ll write something tomorrow.

For now though, I will say that I’m kinda sick of it. Also, being in a mall for an aftershock was only awful for the fact that I take on the emotions of those around me. In other words, I was shitting myself. Except not. On the outside I was super calm, a little insensitiven seeming or detached but mostly because my friend was a ball of nerves and anxiety. Being strong for someone else while trying to remain compassionate is bloody hard and emotionally taxing. It basically sucks dick.

Also, I’ve managed to burn both my shoulders and one thigh from sitting outside after being evacuated. Now I have sexy strap marks and a floral fishnet patterned thigh…