I started driving again and suddenly got lost so I stopped in the city to use my GPS. I got out and walked a few blocks, holding my GPS in my hands like a compass. As I rounded a corner a group of men started yelling things out to me. They cornered me in an alley way; I could feel myself start to panic as one of them played with my half braided hair.
That’s when I spotted the TARDIS. I quickly ran to it and jumped in, automatically knowing how to use it. My cat was already in there.
Someone banged on the door and when I opened it Giles and a very young blonde girl where there, almost as though they were my friends and were waiting for me to come pick them up.
They got inside and we started moving.
Giles was amazed by the TARDIS and decided to open the door to see what it looked like as we were flying. However, we were actually under water, and as soon as the doors opened, the TARDIS began to fill. The water began to make us sink even further into the sea.
The TARDIS tried to use propellers to push us to the surface but as we began to rise again, an Army submarine shot the propellers down.

I was drowning and watching the submarine circle us when I woke up.

It’s not just family, either. While I don’t feel exactly pressured from society to be in a relationship and have a baby and become all grown up, it seems that everywhere I look, people I  know or went to high school with are getting engaged or popping out their second baby or, or, I dunno, doing grown up relationship things. Is it weird that I feel like I’m falling behind? I find looking after a cat a big responsibility. I’m still going out to parties and clubs and eating cookie dough, while they seem to be having cheese and wine dates with their neighbours and watching Desperate Housewives before going to bed at 9pm.

I feel like everyone is growing up and I’m staying the same.

It’s not just a relationship thing. It’s a growing up thing. It’s a “I should be doing something more than what I’m doing” thing. But, it’s mainly the relationship thing.

I had my 9 year old brother ask me today “Amy, when are you going to get a boyfriend?” When I told him I didn’t know and asked why he wanted me to have one, he said he felt sorry for me. My 9 year old brother said he felt sorry for me because I was alone. Oh my god. I have never felt so pathetic. Yeah, he’s 9, he doesn’t understand that you don’t need someone else to be happy. He doesn’t get that just because I’m single doesn’t mean I cry myself to sleep while in the fetal position.
Despite the conversation making me feel like an idiot, I still don’t feel any great need to be with someone. I do get lonely, and sometimes it really sucks. Sometimes I do wish I had someone to spend time with. But to be honest, I kind of like being alone. Is that weird?
I don’t even know how long it has been since I’ve dated, and maybe that’s why I’ve come to like being alone – simply because I have been for so long. But I just enjoy my own company.
Don’t get me wrong, I love being surrounded in people too. I love being with friends and family and I love feeling like I’m apart of something. But I like coming home and sitting with my cat while I watch TV or read or paint or whatever. I like not having to talk to someone all the time or look my best. And, to be honest, I freaking love sleeping alone! I know that it’s nice to have someone next to you to cuddle into and stuff, but dear god, I love my own space and my own bed. I love that I can spread right out and hog the blankets and stretch and go to to sleep whenever I want. Sleeping with someone can be so overrated!

I don’t why I feel this sudden pressure to have someone in my life and I don’t know why people around me seem to suddenly be interested. It kind of throws me when people expect you to settle down so early in life. Okay, maybe they don’t mean I should be settling down, maybe they just think it’s weird that I haven’t seen anyone in such a long time. Maybe it is weird? Should I be making more of an effort to date? Because to be honest, it’s just not really worrying me. I have kind of an “eh” attitude when it comes to finding someone.
I mean, yeah, it would be nice, but I really can’t be bothered going out of my way to look for it.
I joined a dating site not long ago. A friend recommended and I thought sure! Why not!? It seems to be a great way of meeting people, especially when I live out in the middle of nowhere, haha. But I just haven’t enjoyed it at all. I keep saying it’s not my thing and I just can’t  get into it, but I think I just won’t let myself. I can’t be bothered. I can’t be bothered even talking to half of the people that have been trying to add me.
Is that lazy of me? I mean, what kind of person can’t be bothered talking to some cute guy that obviously wanted to talk to them?
Maybe I should be making more of an effort. I don’t actually want to be alone forever, haha. Just because I enjoy being by myself and sleeping alone, doesn’t mean I want to for the rest of my life.

Is anyone feeling the same right now? Or am I just sounding like a crazy, babbling, single cat lady? Maybe this is how cat ladies start out. First they buy a cat and become obsessed with them, then they lose interest in dating, then they buy a rocking chair and sit at their window for the rest of their lives and scream at kids that walk on their lawn…. At least I’d never have to brush my hair again.

Those that know me well, or follow on my on Twitter,  know that I tend to form a lot of celebrity crushes. I mean, who doesn’t adore Leonardo DiCaprio and Ryan Gosling though, right!?
While I could go on all day and list a billion celebrities that I have a massive crush on, I decided to make a list of fictional characters that I have fallen in love with recently after watching a TV series.

Marshall, How I Met Your Mother

1. Marshall Eriksen from How I Met Your Mother – Where do I even start? What’s not to love about Marshall? He’s everything that everyone wants in a person. Some times I just want to crawl into a How I Met You Mother Episode just to be around him. He’s hilarious, sweet, romantic, and he’s so big! Like, what girl doesn’t love a tall, manly looking guy?

2. Marshall Gregson, Max Gregson and Kate Gregson from United States Of Tara -This show has become a favourite of mine and with that I have developed crushes on pretty much all the characters. I find Marshall and Kate both equally as cute as each other. I love their use of sarcasm and humor throughout the show as well as staying unbelievably adorable. And then there’s Max who can play instruments, sing, as well as be an incredible husband and father. He’s pretty darn handsome, too.

Marshall and Kate, United States Of Tara

3. Jesse Pinkman from Breaking Bad -Okay, I think I have flooded Twitter with my love for Jesse more than enough but for those of you that have never experienced me fangirl over him well, here it is. HRINFKJBBHUGFGRUBFHRBTFERB HE IS SO AMAZING. I don’t know what it is about him; maybe he’s deep sadness, he’s need to be comforted, how bad ass he is, he’s humour and sarcasm, how sweet he is… yeah that’s probably why I love him.

Jesse, Breaking Bad

4.Daryl Dixon from Walking Dead - At the beginning I didn’t have any particular interest in Daryl. However as he becomes more involved in the story line you can’t help but develop a crush on him. I think it’s because he’s so manly and fearless and all like, “I get shit done.” It’s not just that though, it’s that he’s super sweet underneath. Despite being a total bad ass, he’s got the sweetest heart and best intentions.

 
5. Tyrion Lannister and Jaqen from Game Of Thrones -I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that Tyrion is one of the best characters I have ever seen in any movie or TV show. Who doesn’t love someone with intellect and charisma like him? But not only does he have the most amazing personality, he’s just as charming and as handsome as Jaqen. Even though you don’t see much of Jaqen, his whole mysterious, attractive persona completely draws me in. 

Tyrion, Game of Thrones

6. Roy from IT Crowd -I LOVE HIS IRISH ACCENT! I actually love anyone with an Irish accent. I also adore Roy because, well, he’s just so adorable! I love how nerdy and funny he is and of course, Chris O-Dowd is absolutely gorgeous, so it’s hard not to think Roy is too.

Roy, IT Crowd

7. Jake and Matty from Awkward - It’s obvious why I am in love with Jake; he’s the perfect guy! Sweet, funny, cute etc. And then there’s Matty. The ‘bad boy’. I don’t know why but I just love him! I think it’s the whole “oh I’m the popular guy and I love the weird girl so I’m not gonna act like I do but deep down I do and I’m sad” thing. Plus he’s gorgeous.

Matty and Jake, Awkward

8. Jess from New Girl - It’s Zooey Deschannel, do I really need to say more? She’s adorable and quirky and absolutely hilarious just like in almost everything she stars in. Jess is like the kind of person you want to be – out there and confident and completely happy to make a fool of herself. Definite girl crush.

 
9. Jim from The Office -I went through a stage where I was totally obsessed with Jim. He’s just so perfect! I think it’s obvious by now that intelligence and sarcasm is a big deal-maker for me and Jim is exactly that. And he’s super cute.

By doing the 40 Hour Famine, you’re not only raising money, but you’re raising community awareness.
This year the 40 hour famine will help families in Ethiopia, East Timor, Nepal, India, Laos, Tanzania and Kenya to gain better access to food and clean water, give people the chance to increase their incomes through training, and help farmers get the tools they need to grow more food.
I know that a lot of you reading this have great concerns and disagreements with World Vision as a whole – a lot of people have said the don’t agree with how much of the funds the keep for themselves. Well based on the World Vision website they keep 9.4% of money raised dues to marketing costs, administration costs, and of course, employee costs. But that still leaves 90.6% of funds that go towards helping the less fortunate. That’s better than nothing, right? I’m sure that people suffering from poverty would be happy to have anything that they could. So despite your disagreements with the organisation, just remember that every little bit helps.

If you are interested in participating in the 40 hour famine this year go to http://www.worldvision.com.au/40hourfamine.aspx. It doesn’t take long to register and for 40 hours of your life, you could help prolong another.

If you’d like to sponsor me in the 40 hour famine go to http://www.40hf.com/amlizabeth. Every dollar helps me reach my goal of feeding a family for a year.

Sources: UNICEF; United Nations World Food Programme and 40 Hour Famine website.

2. Slow drivers. There is nothing that grinds my gears like a driver sitting on 60km when the speed limit is 100km. It makes me want to pull my steering wheel off with rage and throw it through my windscreen. It’s even worse if they decide to drive slow in the overtaking lane (right hand lane). Here I am trying to get past a slow driver, only to be stuck behind another slow driver in the passing lane. If you can’t do the speed limit pull the hell over. I’m not an angry person really, but when I drive I become a raging hormonal bitch. So please, for the sanity of those that like to do the speed limit, just get stay off the roads.

3. When people post anonymously on a blog just to have a personal jab at the author/me. Rather than using the comment system to talk about the content, they decide it’s a good way to mask themselves and make a personal attack. Don’t be a gutless pussy and hide behind a fake name – if you have something to say to someone, have the balls to name yourself. Or better yet, don’t comment at all. The idea is to have discussions about the post; it’s not somewhere to comment random abuse against someone you obviously have a problem with.

4. Littering. I’ve always been one of those people that hate when others litter. I can’t stand seeing people just casually throwing their rubbish on the ground like it’s not a big deal. What the hell? Is it that hard to walk to a bin? I’m like this weird little annoying girl that sees people litter, and then goes and puts it in a bin for them. I just hate it. You look like an ignorant, lazy, tool when you just toss a plastic bottle onto the ground. Seriously. Just, hold onto it until you can throw it into a recycling bin. It’s not that hard.

5. This has been bugging me a lot lately – when people say they are insomniacs when they’re not. Just because you have a shitty sleeping pattern or struggle to fall asleep at an early hour doesn’t mean you suffer from insomnia. If that were the case then like, 97% of the world could claim they are insomniacs. It’s not just the insomnia thing either, people claim to be depressed because they feel sad that day, or they suffer from anxiety because they bite their nails, or say they have OCD because they like a clean desk, etc. Guys, these conditions are real – they’re not some label you throw on yourself because you have one symptom or whatever. I didn’t realise it was “cool” to suffer depression and anxiety? I also didn’t know everyone that likes to have an even amount of followers on Twitter had OCD? Come on, really? There are people out there that really do suffer from these illnesses and probably wish they didn’t. Don’t be so stupid. Don’t make up an illness for yourself. You just look ridiculous.

It doesn’t get much creepier than this: A naked man was shot to death by Miami police as he was reportedly gnawing off the face of another man. The Hannibal Lecter-esque scene unfolded Saturday afternoon as crowds poured into South Beach for a hip-hopfestival. After gunshots were heard on a downtown off-ramp, a police officer arrived, and seeing the ghoulish sight, ordered the crazed man to stop. When he continued to chew on his victim, reportedly eating about half his face off, the naked attacker was shot and killed, while the victim was hospitalized with critical injuries. Police haven’t released any details about the people involved, but they speculate the alleged face-eater might have been suffering from “cocaine psychosis.” – Source: http://now.msn.com/now/0527-cannibal-eats-face-in-miami.aspx

If you haven’t already heard this story then you are in for a real treat – no pun intended.
A vicious and almost too monstrous to believe attack occurred in Miami this passed weekend when a crazed man allegedly ate the face of man on the side of the street.

Sounding like a scene from a horror film, the word “zombie” is being thrown around among people with great imaginations and interest in all things weird.
Well, I’m on of those people.

Who doesn’t love a good zombie film? And who doesn’t love the idea of a zombie apocalypse? No one? Just me? Okay, well, while I might love the idea of waking up as a police officer in hospital to find the world under attack by what the few surviours call “walkers”, I probably wouldn’t actually enjoy the reality.
But let’s not jump to conclusions here guys by saying we are about to be hit with a zombie army – let’s look at the facts, and if I can find these facts on the internet then, well, they’re obviously true and you should definitely believe everything you read.

First of all let’s look at some ways zombies could actually be born, or created, or whatever. Take a look at this article: http://www.cracked.com/article_15643_5-scientific-reasons-zombie-apocalypse-could-actually-happen.html. They seem pretty straight forward, right? Parasites, poisons, diseases, mutations, machines, etc. I mean if you  were going to believe that zombies would one day be a real thing then these seem like pretty good ways for them to get here.

Okay so now we know a couple of ways that an apocalypse could occur, how about we look at how many times it’s occurred in the past and been swept under the rug. I mean if the government are hiding aliens and talking animals like Paulie the parrot from us, I’m sure they’re capable of hiding a few zombie attacks, am I right?
Well, wrong actually. I have spent hours searching the internet for some kind of solid evidence that there has been zombie attacks in the past and I -surprisingly, I know- found nothing. Well, I found a couple of “articles” but they all sounded like stories a bunch of kids had written. I did however find this: http://www.fvza.org/topthree.html which was the most believable of the lot.

So okay, maybe there has never been a zombie sighting before, and maybe there is a .0000000001% chance that there ever will be, but who’s to say this incident isn’t the first? For all we know we are about  to go to war with a flesh eating infection.

Just in case we are in fact in the middle of a crisis here, I have written down a few things you should start doing in preparation.
1. Start stocking your cupboards with food that will last. Tinned foods are best. Pile up those baked beans, guys, because when zombies hit you’re not going to want to leave your house.
2. This probably should have been number one, but water. Stock up on heaps of water.
3. Generators. You’re going to need power to heat up your baked beans.
4. Fuel. Generators and cars need fuel guys! Start collecting jugs or whatever, because it seems to be something that lets people down in zombie movies/shows. Always stuck on the side of the road and stuff.
5. Weapons! This is the fun one, but probably illegal so I in no way encourage storing a shed full of weapons. However, you should totally clear out an old shed and fill it with as many weapons and ammunition as possible. Ammunition is an important one, you can never have enough ammunition!
6. Medicines. Say your annoying son gets shot when out playing with deer, you’re going to need medical equipment, pain killers, etc. A doctor would be handy but hey, reading up the basics on the internet is better than nothing. Maybe watch some tutorials on YouTube.
7. Have a safe place planned. You could start placing traps around your home, and having plenty of wood stored for when you need to board up windows. But you should also have a plan incase you need to leave your home – don’t go running off to some amusement park at night assuming it’s safe. Plan ahead people!

If you can do these seven things then you should have a pretty good chance in surviving for a little while.

Good luck, guys!

Mortisha (Tish)

Ever since I was a baby I have been bought up around them, in fact my grandmother owned nine of them as I was growing up. Fear not! – she wasn’t a crazy cat lady on the corner who never showered and had a house that smelt as scary as it looked. No, she took cats in that had no homes. Whether it be strays or ones that were on death row at the cat homes.
My parents also had cats as I grew up, in fact my first cat at three years old (Smokey) had kittens and we kept one (Sarsha) who then went on to have kittens, and again we kept one (Mortisha), who happens to still live with us. She’s about fifteen now.

Yep, I’m a bit of a cat freak. I adore them. As I got older all I wanted was a cat of my own. Of course I love the family cat that I’ve grown up with my whole life, but I’ve always wanted one for myself. After endless begging to my parents they agreed to let me get one, seeing as I’m living with them.

So moving to a new house a few months ago was perfect because it just so happened that I now have a separate unit/flat thing from the main house, which means my dad was happy to let me have a kitten.

Shyla on her first day home.

That’s when I got Shyla – my little masked super heroine kitten. On my 20th birthday I went to a cat shelter to pick out a kitten – I wanted a kitten so that it got to grow up with me. However when I went in, none caught my attention. I played with heaps but none stood out. I wanted to pick the perfect one, you know? Just as I was about to leave empty handed, the owner took me to a pen I hadn’t seen to show me four kittens with their mum. I instantly fell in love. She pulled out a little grey and white kitten with a bright pink nose and handed her to me. The whole time I spoke she just nuzzled into my hair – I knew I had to have her. I still can’t believe how perfect her pattern is – the grey masks her face and runs down her back like a cape. She honestly looks like Batman.

Unfortunately, she was only four weeks old and too tiny to separate from her mother. I had to leave her behind, but I put a deposit down.

A few weeks later I got a call to say I could pick her up. I’m pretty sure I tweeted about how excited I was more than people cared for, haha.
She was still so tiny! When I got her home the poor little thing was too scared to do anything but sleep in a box that I made into a home for her. And all the while I was trying to come up with the perfect name; Delilah, Rue, Skittles, Lilly, etc. It drove me crazy. For the first couple of days I had named her Skittles, but it just didn’t fit. She was too fragile and sweet to be a Skittles. Then on the second night, I started calling her Shy, simply because she was being shy, and that’s where the name came from.

While she was shy at the beginning, she sure as hell isn’t anymore. At five months old she’s crazy and hyperactive and everything a kitten should be. She spends the day running around the farm, terrorizing butterflies and ants; climbing trees and destroying gardens. She’s quite the climber! She gets up so high and although I’m terrified she’s stuck, she always manages to get down with ease.

She’s quite a character. She has little personality traits that are adorable, and keep me falling in love with her. For example, she loves newspaper. She  can hear the sound a mile away and if you scrunch it into a ball, she’ll spend hours playing with and carrying it in her mouth.
She’s learned how to open doors and sneak into the main house – and before you know it she’s at you feet begging for you lunch.
She sleeps with me every single night, which is annoying at times, haha. She can open doors, but she can’t get under the blankets without me lifting them for her, so every hour our so she’d tapping my face to wake me so I can let her under the doona.
My parents have started calling her shadow because everywhere I go she’s literally at  my feet.

She’s adorable.

So there you are – a run down on my gorgeous cat that I tweet about 90% of the time, haha.
If you’re thinking about getting a cat, you seriously should. They are truly the best company. If you’d like any information on the shelter I got her from feel free to ask! This lady takes in cats that are unwanted and then re-homes them. She runs it from her home, while trying to work full time to support it. It’s honestly the most beautiful idea and the prices are low because she just wants to be able to give them a home.

“A home without a cat is just a house.”

I’ve started two courses since leaving high school – one a university degree in community welfare or something. I can’t even remember what it was. That didn’t last. I hated going to Melbourne every day, especially seeing as it was a two hour train ride from the country. It just wasn’t ideal. Plus, my heart just wasn’t in it. I felt like I was doing it just to simply ‘do something.’
Next I studied to be a counsellor. I actually stuck at this one… for a year. Yep, quit this one too.
See, I have this crazy dream of traveling the world and helping people – sounds cliche, right? But that’s what I want to do. I planned to study psychology and then go on to help women in third world countries. It was empowering and made me feel like I was going to do something important, you know?
I also felt pressure from certain people to go to uni and study and get a degree and prove my intelligence to them. I was told over and over again that I’d go no where, and be a no one if I didn’t do something with my education. So I signed up for this course.
After a year I lost interest – I stopped going to lectures, and stopped worrying about marks. Believe it or not, when I stopped caring, I got better scores.
Anyway, I quit. Well, I deferred my second year, which means I can go back to it next year if I want, but I probably won’t.

Instead of studying I’ve been working part time at a local magazine editing and reporting for a small community. It sparked an interest in journalism and ever since I’ve been seeking work in a similar field. Silly me though, expecting to land a good journalism job without a degree, right?
So I considered going to uni and studying journalism – sounds logical, despite already having a small student loan. But then as I’m looking into it I start to doubt myself. What if I’m not actually that good at writing? I work for a community magazine where I write stories about the local market, or a new bus service. Okay, I must admit, I did go to a press conference with the Prime Minister, not gonna’ lie, it was pretty awesome.
But I’m not a journalist. I have no skills or ability – I write a blog that’s lucky to get 100 views per post, and fluff stories for a small town. I’m nervous when I have to interview people, and I have no confrontation skills. They say to be a journalist you have to be prepared to get the story – to get in the middle of things and get what you need. “Grab the bull by the balls” as they say in the movie Never Been Kissed. I’m more of a, “approach the bull cautiously and run if it sees you” kind of person.
I’m not cut out for this. I’m applying for every newspaper job that comes up and I have no idea why.

I think I like to convince myself I’m good at something. I have no degrees, no talent or skills; I think I like to tell myself that I’m a good writer. Then I read over my work and realise I have nothing special. I don’t have some great way with words that I should get out into the world. It’s depressing, if I’m honest.
I have no real interests or passion for anything. Some people are so passionate and good at things and are able to create a career out of it. Some people know exactly what they want to do and who they want to be in life, and they make it happen.
I have no idea what I want to be or what I want to do. And even though I’m only twenty and people say, “you have plenty of time to figure it out”, I can’t help but thinking I’m wasting my time. I’m working part time, living at home, spending my spare time wondering what I should do with myself. It’s driving me insane.
I feel like no matter what I start, I’m never going to be passionate about it, and the things that I am passionate about like art and writing and animals, aren’t going to make me money.
Despite all this, I’m now looking into going to TAFE to study Business Administration. It’s something that will always get me some kind of work, and I have some experience in it. Plus, it’s available pretty much anywhere, including out here in the good ol’ country.

I’m not scared that I won’t get a job as there’s always somewhere that will hire – supermarkets, fast food places, etc. I’m scared that’s what I’ll be stuck doing for the rest of my life, and not because I’m not smart enough/capable to do better things, but because I just can’t decide what those better things are.
I’m scared that I’ll always quit things, and end up with a resume full of different jobs that lasted two months.
I’m also scared that I’m going to be a no one, that does nothing and goes no where, like that person said.
I have dreams to travel the world and see every single place – it’s my biggest, and possibly the only dream I have. But I need a better dream than that, right? I need to strive for something realistic – something that I can base my life on. I just have no idea what that is, and it scares the hell out of me.