Whenever something of note happens, or I say something funny, Tim will point to me and say “March Journals!” to remind me to write about it later. There have been very few times I’ve actually remembered to write down any of his suggestions. He says “March Journals!” more than there are actually March Journals. Anyway, here is my month in review. A month filled with ghosts, laying on a bed of marshmallows and re-discovering pop albums I’d forgotten about. Scroll down to the bottom for my March Obsessions + to vote in my poll.
Watching Ghost Whisperer and lighting every candle in my apartment is becoming my desired end of day wind-down ritual of late. Except it doesn’t help me wind-down at all. I end up spending the rest of the night terrified and begging Tim to let me leave the light on while we sleep. My new bedtime routine is cleansing our apartment with palo santo and bargaining with the ghosts to leave me alone. Jennifer Love Hewitt is the lead character and she also produced the series, which is pretty cool. Her character, Melinda, works at an antique store and helps ‘Earthbound Spirits’ to cross over. Or more specifically, walk into the light. If you can overlook some of the cringe and bad special effects, it is pretty damn good. I cry in almost every episode. Usually the spirit has unfinished business that they need Melinda’s help with or they haven’t accepted they have died. Now that I’m well into season two, the episodes are getting scarier and the storylines are becoming more intertwined. The budget must have increased around this point because things are getting more and more terrifying. All while Jennifer Love Hewitt becomes more and more beautiful with every passing episode. I don’t know how she does it. If I were under the stress Melinda was under, there wouldn’t be a chance I would have time for a smokey eyeshadow look or to slip into something figure-hugging. I would be doing anything I could to repel these ghosts. Just when she solves one ghost’s issue, another one appears, then another one, and another one. It is relentless. Then, her and her husband still have the desire for sexy-time after a long day of her talking to herself in public and him getting dragged into her chaos. Now, that’s where the show gets unrealistic for me.
I‘ve become unclear where the show ends and my life begins. I will say things like “Did you hear that?” and Tim will be like “Okay, settle down GW”. There will be a flickering light or I will feel tickle on my skin and I will be convinced it was a ghost. Coincidentally, a bunch of my colleagues were sharing ghost-stories the other day at work. I had to remove myself from the conversation because I was shaking in my boots. Deep down, I always knew my ghost-encounters were manifested from my own paranoia after watching too much Ghost Whisperer. For example, my iPad dying in my arms wasn’t a ghost trying to communicate with me, I had just forgotten to charge my iPad. The ringing in my ears wasn’t an angelic message from above, but tinnitus!
All of their stories made me think I ought to have a plan if any ghosts decide to come and start talking to me. Perhaps they might get me confused with Jennifer Love Hewitt. We are two gorgeous brunettes after all! My colleague told me that in case of a ghost encounter I should say I send you love but please go away.
I’m getting really good at figuring out the ghost clues before Melinda. Tim says it is because the show is predictable. I prefer to believe I have a gift.
According to IMDb, Hilary Duff will feature in an episode in season 4 so this will not be the last time I’ll be writing about Ghost Whisperer. I will report back soon!
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Tim and I had a date night at The Art Gallery of New South Wales. We had planned to watch a film there but upon arriving we were informed that the film would no longer be showing. We ended up browsing the new North Building. “It is hard to come here after visiting the MET” I said like a true art snob. We had fun people-watching and observing some of the new installations. As we were walking around, we stumbled across an installation called Making Worlds. We were allowed to choose a piece of clay and roll it into our own creation. It was fun and therapeutic. Tim took great pride in his creation. The warmth from my hand from the excessive rolling made my balls a weird texture. “They probably won’t be able to use yours” Tim said. “At least mine will stand out!” I said as I carved our initials into my creation like I was a love-struck teenager. We left as two established artists whom have contributed their work to The Art Gallery of New South Wales. On our way home, Tim passionately ranted about some bad slam-poetry we had overheard while we were walking through the gallery. “No one could have genuinely been enjoying that… I mean, come on!”.
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Something that happens often is I’ll say “Tim, you will never believe what happened” and then I’ll proceed to tell the most boring story of all time. I also send him into a panic for no good reason. The other day, he walked through our front door and I said REMAIN CALM. In hindsight, I can imagine how terrifying that would’ve been. I could see in his face that he had imagined the worst. I then went on to tell him that Taylor Swift had released more vault tracks. I need to work on my delivery. Interestingly, in a high-pressure situation, I’m able to stay calm and focused on the task at hand. I’m rattled by a shift in someone’s energy but you can count on me as your emergency contact.
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There was this kid on the train that just wouldn’t give his Up & Go a rest. I thought he was going to lose an eyeball. The amount of breath he was wasting on a carton of nothing was wild. The sound of air escaping the straw over and over again. The heavy breathing. The desperation. I could hear him over the music playing through my headphones. I wanted to shout give it a rest, kid! It’s done! then stomp on his carton and throw it on to the train tracks. I think I need to meditate more.
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We saw Angel Olsen at The Sydney Opera House. She was incredible. We have seen her live before but she has improved a lot. She seemed more confident, making jokes and bantering with the crowd. Tim and I were surprised by how great our seats were, given we purchased the tickets last minute. We were front row on the balcony, to the left of the stage. There’s something about that venue that makes people hesitant to let loose like they normally would. “Are you guys ready for a rock show?” Angel Olsen said to a crowd so quiet you could hear us all collectively breathing. I think everyone thought they needed to act classy because we were seeing a show inside an Australian landmark. I mean, I get it. It was where they held the Australian Idol finale between Guy Sebastian and Shannon Noll in 2003. The history.
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Overheard from a bunch of high school kids:
“They have blocked the school wifi”
“Now this is a job for the SRC!”
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We had a cleaner come the other day to clean our apartment. There’s something so awkward about sitting in your apartment while someone else cleans your filth. I was so uncomfortable by it that I would tell him “Oh don’t worry about straightening those CDs or books… I’ll do it” forgetting he was getting paid to do exactly that. I messaged Tim telling him the cleaner was polishing my crystals: “He is going to disrupt their energy!” I said.
The cleaner was trying to get my attention but I didn’t notice him because of my noise-cancelling headphones. What I was listening to as he repeatedly tried to get my attention: The Math by Hilary Duff.
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This month has really slipped away from me. Last month was so emotional, that this month I’ve been drawn to lightness and routine. I haven’t written anything terribly insightful or been very social, but I’ve been doing my best. I’ve been watching a few episodes of a series each night, taking better care of my hair, opting for the bus over walking to work if I’m tired. Doing the little things that add up to me feeling a little better. We recently got a new mattress protector and bedsheets. I’ve been sleeping so well. I feel like I’m laying on a bed of marshmallows. One night I slept for 12 hours. It was awesome. The only trouble is, I never want to leave that damn bed.
March Obsessions:
Jennifer Love Hewitt: The Ghost Whisperer influence is in full-swing. Jennifer Love Hewitt is wildly underrated if you ask me. Her singing career (that no one seems to know about) produced some of my favourite tracks from the 2000s. BareNaked and Can I Go Now are the songs I was/still am obsessed with from Jennifer Love Hewitt, or J-Love as I like to call her when we hang out.
Smelly Things: “You love smelly things” Tim said to me yesterday, as I drenched myself in fragrance. I need to smell like a vanilla cupcake at all times. If the candle, body wash or fragrance doesn’t give me a migraine, I don’t want it. My nieces and nephews got me the Ari by Ariana Grande fragrance box for Christmas, which includes a scented body wash. The aroma is so strong it makes my eyes water. I’m obsessed.
Taking Care of My Hair: I’m slowly building my hair-care collection. I think it is about time I invested in my hair. “My hair represents me” I told Tim. I’ve recently purchased the Recovery Shampoo and conditioner from Virtue Labs and the Briogeo Farewell Frizz Rosarco Milk Leave-In Conditioner. Would recommend!
Afternoon Delight: My afternoon pick me up of late has been a decaf soy cappuccino and a raw-vegan-chocolate-covered-peanut-butter-filled-date. My stomach goes on a rollercoaster ride shortly after consuming them but it is totally worth it. Decaf and raw vegan sweets? Somebody restrain me from my life in the fast lane.
Harry Styles: Obviously attending the Harry Styles concert was a massive March highlight for me. I wrote all about it earlier this month and I’m really happy with how it turned out. You can read it here.
Me Talk Pretty One Day - David Sedaris: I’m making my way through all of David Sedaris’ books and loving every minute of it. He makes me laugh so hard that I cry.
Wishing you all a wonderful April. Chat soon x
