From the first day that I saw your smiling face

Yeah I'm blogging.
Wallaaaaaa I've been working my ass off. I think I should just live at Sporties. Anyway what's new... not much, but dw I'm sure I'll find something to talk about.

A couple of days ago I dropped my phone (which I'm paying off mind you) off Shelley's balcony, and watched it smash into the pavement. $180 later, it's fixed. Lmao! I should be more careful... and btw Tien I think I have a right to whinge about that!

Yesterday Shelley, Hayley and Steph picked me up from work and we went to Parra Westfields. Was trying to be good until I saw, well until Shelley and Steph pointed out a pair of black heels. Sigh, $200... and then a $250 phone bill. Thank the lord that I have a job. Hehehe. But I was kinda being good, I put the shoes on lay-by. =] Yayer.

Hmm, there's something that's been on my mind for a few weeks. I was reading the Mx a while ago and read a complaint from a woman who catches the train daily. I can't remember her exact words but it was something along the lines of "It is so rude that us non-smokers have to endure a train trip sitting next to person who had a quick cigarette before getting on the train..."

What have I got to say to this? Alot.

First of all, yeah I smoke. Not to look cool, cause trust me, it doesn't. Try smoking in public and watch as people give you looks of disgust. Try having old people come up to you and telling you that "You shouldn't be taking your life for granted like this."

What first starts off as something new, becomes a bad habit. Yeah I'd be lucky to survive on a pack for two days. When I'm bored, the pack is gone in one day.

I'm sick of people judging - just because I smoke, and may smell like cigarettes when I jump on a train or hop in a car, doesn't mean that I am any less of a person. It's a habit that's hard to give up. I've tried it all.

Cigarettes do not effect one's intelligence and it doesn't make them any less of a person.

If you want to offer advice then by all means do so... but to one person in particular, don't pretend you care when all you really do is judge and go behind my back. I'm done with it.


On a lighter note, I'm looking forward to Shelley's birthday! I can't wait darl.

And Donna, if you're reading this, I hope you had a good birthday. Party hard.

Lot's of love, Shannonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnon.

P.S. I miss uni, and skittles.