So I've decided New Year's mean nothing. Nothing changes. There is no difference between January 1st and June 18th. NONE. they're all the same.

And if I wanted to believe how you spend New Years Eve is how you spend the rest of your year, then I'd be so screwed.

Not that I'm not now. Worst week of my life TBH. First I find out epically bad news about Daniel and now I want to shoot him in the head, but at the sime time I'm all, you're the fucking love of my life. So I'm completely messed in the head and want to scream into a pillow.

Secondly, after waiting almost 7 months for my Egypt trip, it got cancelled. This is because the situation in Egypt went from this





to this






Although I know it is kind of selfish of me to be upset about a holiday when the civilians of Egypt are dying, it is just so unfair.

I mean, I have never, ever, ever booked a holiday anywhere before. And I was SO excited to finally go overseas, and to EGYPT of all places (!!!bigdealforme!!!) and this fucking happens. Egypt hasnt had civil unrest in like 50 years, and the week before my trip BAM death and riots everywhere. Wtf is wrong with the world. I obviously seriously pissed off a god somewhere.

OH yeah, and not to mention I finally earned the nick name that plagued me all through primary school ('Hairy Mary') for this fucking trip. I have shaved any part of my body since January 1st so that I could wax it all for Egypt. DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING HOT IT IS HERE. IM WEARING JEANS AND JACKETS TO COVER MYSELF UP IN 35 DEGREE HEATS. It was the most painful month EVER. On Australia Day everyone was at my house swimming. where was I? On my balcony in the shade IN JEANS.

Btw as a side note I would like to point out that that nickname was employed because of its rhyming abilities, not because I was actually hairy.

On the bright side I bought some Jeffrey Campbell Lita boots!



And come on, there is no denying how amazing they are! Am I right?!!
Even if they do make me 6'5" . Fashion doesnt happen without sacrifices.

Speaking of fashion I TOTALLY REDID MY ROOM. In a moment of wanting to let go of the past and temporary happiness I took down all my depressing drawings (which I am in the process of making into a book) and put up editorials and runway shots from my Vogue magazines.

It is a much happier setting for me atm I think.

ANYWAY I am sorry that this blog was short by way of crazymarystories. But at least I've started writing again.