Update on things I learned last week…

A couple of months ago I stated that I have an ancestor that was a suffragette. I do not. Rather, she was an old school pimp, sending Irish girls out to be married to Australian men.

I am disappointed…but I am also intrigued. I intend to investigate this woman’s history, particularly considering she is the reason my mothers family, and my own, now reside in Australia.



Things I learned last week…

I should really stop experimenting with cookie recipes. Apparently my version of marshmallow cookies isn’t as delicious as I’d imagined.


The Killers are making good music again.


I have to stop buying clothes online.


I might have wasted three years studying English. I might make a last minute change and switch my major to Writing. I might, I may, I will.


Never go to Bookfest without food. Coffee is not enough sustenance for eight hours of book browsing.


Grey’s Anatomy really is good TV. I just needed a good year away from it to recover from the absolute agony Shonda Rhimes put me through in season six.


I’m never going to tire of watching Jeremy Jordan belt out pretty songs. Can he please do another Broadway show? Thanks, that’d be great.


Pretty Little Liars will always let me down. Seriously, they should let the fans into the writing room, their theories are so much juicer.


Graduation is looming and so are bigger, better opportunities.

Words I am infatuated with….

I love words…big ones, small ones, the ones that you can’t spell without a dictionary. I do not discriminate. I like big words and I cannot lie.

So here’s a small collection of the words I am currently in love with.




Laboured breath

Stuff (as in to stuff something e.g a turkey).
































13 Dilemmas University Students Face

University has been (for the most part) an amazing experience. It’s stressful and it’s costly but it has made me into a resilient, multi-tasking critical thinker.

But, all Uni students are aware that despite the life skills we learn at Uni, it can be testing. These are some of the universal annoyances one faces whilst studying at a tertiary level.

1. Timetable clashes.

Twas the night before sign-on and all through the campus, all the Uni kids were screaming, because their compulsory courses clash.

It happens every semester. HIST2303 and ENGL2002 are both on at 9am Tuesday morning. And both your professors expect you to prioritise their course. Why??!!!


2. Email etiquette. 

We’ve all been there, it’s 2am and you’ve just realized you have absolutely no clue how to start your essay. So you do the responsible thing and you email your tutor. Except, you’re 18 and you’re a baby and you have no idea how to email adults without sounding like a child. Don’t worry, you’ll figure this one out…by the end of your degree.


3. Prioritizing. Juggling. Multi-tasking.

Do you start your lab report first? But what about the quiz for bio? And you need to see a dentist this month. Oh, and your friend wants to see you for lunch to discuss breaking up with her grubby boyfriend that you’ve never liked because he smells like cheese. Also, you haven’t washed your hair in five days and even your pets are beginning to distance themselves from you.


4. Picking a major.

When you’re in high school the goal is simple: get to uni. Sometimes you’re a bit more ambitious and you narrow it down: get into law, arts, engineering. Then you get to uni and suddenly, you are very, very unsure of what you want.


5. Caffeine overloading.

So you’ve had a total of 8 hours sleep this week? Yeah, caffeine is your best friend. Just don’t overdo it. If you start hearing colours you might want to take a nap and put down the latte. Who am I kidding, you can’t afford lattes! Enjoy your instant coffee fellow stressheads.


6. Getting stuff done in the age of the internet.

Thanks to the world wide web I can now do most of my course reading online. I can also watch videos of cats proving that they are indeed the superior species, for ten hours straight if I wanted to. And sometimes, I want to.


7. Falling ill at the wrong time.

There are good times to get a cold, like on the eve of that family get together you’ve been praying will just go away. And there are bad, very bad, very, very bad times to fall victim to the common cold. Students know this all too well.

The bad time: beginning of semester, when you’re meeting all your new classmates, sure the content is introductory but you don’t want to be that person. Y’know, the sick one! No one wants to befriend the sniffler.

The very bad time: middle of semester. You’re coming up on assignments, the course content is beginning to get heavier and if you take even one day off, you will fall behind. Cue a bunch of miserable millennials hunched over a pile of tissues, usually found at the back of the room.

The very, very bad time: exams. Let’s not even talk about this, it’s like shouting Macbeth in a theatre.


8. Falling into a pit of self-loathing.

Uni is hard and it can rob you of a lot of your confidence. One bad grade can set off a whole weeks worth of I’m never getting a job, I’m a failure, I’m a big dumb idiot that still can’t figure out google maps and I’m in so much freaking debt. Don’t worry, it’ll pass. And so will you.


9. Weekends.

Thanks to uni you have no idea what a weekend really feels like. You’re either working, doing assignments or prepping for the next weeks classes. Your weekend is your one day off from classes, usually a Tuesday, and you spend it sleeping and eating oreos.


10. Making friends.

In high school you see your peers five days a week, with forced lunch dates and enough gossip to last you well into your eighties. Uni is different, everyone wants to make a few new friends but they’re scared and so they choose to scroll down their Twitter feed for the five minutes before class begins. The one person you make friends with decides they don’t ‘do’ attendance and only make three of your ten tutorials and you have no idea how to approach the subject of adding each other on Facebook (the first step in a long lasting friendship). Don’t be that person. You know those ice-breakers your tutor makes you do in first week? Excellent friend making opportunity. Join clubs. Speak to people in your class and if your the other members of your group project aren’t total assholes, have lunch with them.


11. Winging it.

Trying to figure out how to answer your lecturers question when you haven’t done the reading or you’re having one of your dumb days (they exist).


12. Textbooks.

In your first year you spend a lot of money on textbooks. And then in your second year you realise you either don’t need them or you can get them for cheap second hand/online. Oh the money that has been wasted!
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13. Commuting.

If you don’t live on campus you learn to tolerate public transport. At least you get a student discount. And when you have two trains and a bus to catch you get to stare dramatically out of windows a lot, so there’s that.







Things I learned this week…

I made a nerdy fanpage in high school, mostly about books, it’s a very painful reminder of my awkward phase. As much as the content makes me cringe, I managed to run a successful, weird, community. We had 30,000 likes at one stage (again, reminder, it was mostly about posting pictures of Jennifer Lawrence and saying ohmagawd)! And this week it may have opened up some very exciting opportunities. Lesson: always, always, always work with what you’ve got, sometimes (if you look at in the right context) it’s quite useful.


Another one of my tutors/lectures thinks I should pursue postgraduate study in history. I still want to. I’m still petrified of the journey it might take me on.


Validation is an excellent ego booster. Who needs flawless bone structure when someone thinks you’re a capable human being?


Chasing dreams you didn’t know you had your eye on is a terrifying process. Cherish it.


I can learn so much from other kickass women.


Malcolm Turnball is sort of hilarious.


The possums outside my room will never stop running laps at midnight. And they will always trick me into thinking there is an axe murderer chasing a maiden on my veranda. Yeah, they’re that loud.


There are opportunities literally everywhere. Do not narrow yourself.


Pizza places everywhere are getting skimpy on how much cheese they put on cheese pizzas. I want to be drowning in grease. Stop with the thin slivers! It’s Friday, I haven’t had simple carbs in a week, I want some god damn cheap mozzarella on my pizza base.


I only need a week of doing nothing (after a very stressful uni semester) to get bored. I’m one of those nerds that need to use their brain a lot.


I get ridiculous amounts of enjoyment out of planning cooking ventures. Next week: I’m making some homemade muesli and it’s gonna rock!


Have an awesome weekend,

Charlotte xx

Bits and Bobs…

I write a lot, most of it is creative and most of the time I keep it hidden in a word document under an inconspicuous title. Like most writers (can I call myself that?) I want everyone to read my work and I want no one to read my work.

I’m hoping to send stuff to publishers soon (courage do not fail me) and I need to test the water. It’s all about little steps! So I am going to post some of the bits and bobs I’ve written over the years, in an effort to combat my anxieties.

Here they are.


I watch as flowers bloom in my chest, roots intertwining themselves in my ribcage, a garden bed planted in my breastbone. Green roses and lilac daises; what odd colors for such nice flowers.


It’s like bees are trapped in my ears, lured by the honey colour of my earwax and now they won’t stop buzzing. And buzzing. And buzzing. And buzzing.


I love you. Three little words, three measly, messy words. This is a set of words who’s meaning all depend on their sender. It’s all about the pronunciation. I love you. I love youlove you. 

Or in this case, I love you. No emphasis. No meaning. Monotone. What have we done to each other?


Her smile slips, revealing the greedy, angry, face that lives underneath. This is the real Lizzie. The cruel Lizzie. The one who would cut out your intestines if it meant she might better herself.


What I wanted to say, in the midst of it all was, try harder, I know I’m not worth it but try.


There is a brick not on my chest but underneath it, wedged beneath my ribcage, pressing against my most vital organs.


I wish for my laptop. The tabloids will be exploiting whatever photos those girls managed to take. Everyone will know. They will see me. Not Rob Holloway’s girlfriend. For the first time they’ll catch a glimpse at Stacey Morgan. What will they say about her? How will they paint me? Crazy girlfriend or psychotic girlfriend? Crazy girlfriend seeks vengeance, she throws clothes out of windows and demands passwords to email accounts. Psychotic girlfriend has delusions about pot plants holding her hands, she walks naked in public spaces. Despite my funny brain, I am neither of those girls.


I take in one deep, steady breath and submerge myself so that I am completely weightless, hidden from view.


I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe.