Obsession.

Every so often I become wildly obsessed with things. Some examples over the last few months have been cooking, kitchen utensils, American Tourister vintage suitcases and working out. Working back throughout the years there was Wonder Woman, pugs, Wallace and Gromit and sheep. To name a few. Some of these are shortlived, some have lasted.

My most recent obsession is with the art of the bento box. I've always been pretty interested in Japanese culture and food (I love food), but my new obsession was triggered by Chris buying me my very own bento box. It is very similar to this one:


He also got me an adorable set of pink chopsticks that come in a little pink polka dot bag. Lovely! Chris rules. I spent about 7 hours yesterday looking at blogs and pictures of bentos and it's mental how much effort people put into the preperation and presentation, and then blog about it every day.

As a result, the main reason I now want a job is so that I can pack awesome bento lunches every day. No longer do I care about combating my boredom or solving my money issues or getting my mum off my back. All I want in life is a reason for a packed lunch. Is that so much to ask?

So, as previously mentioned, I was supposed to go on a J1 this summer. The person I was going with pulled out so the night before my embassy interview, I freaked out and booked flights to go to Japan instead. Pretty happy with my decision and seriously excited to go, to drool over the Harajuku girls, and climb Mount Fuji.

I've been losing my mind recently, mostly out of boredom. I have become a paranoid, bipolar, self-loathing, everybody-else-loathing freak. I spend waaaay to much time at home eating all the food and then moaning about putting on weight.

I've been making more of an effort to get out of the house to try to counteract this. I went to see the cliffs of Moher last saturday. They are pretty amazing. I don't know if they are 7-wonders-of-the-world-candidate-worthy amazing, but I liked them all the same. I really like Ireland. Sometimes I forget how much there is to see and do here.

Outbreak are playing Galway on April 6th (ROAD TRIP!) and Dublin on the 7th. I was heartbroken when they cancelled their tour last year. I don't like them or listen to them as much as I used to, but I'm still so excited to finally see them live.

The dublin line up is DELISH. You should listen to Bacchus, they are seriously good.

Mortality

I found out today that my aunt has lung cancer and has been given 3-6 months to live. I'm not close with her or anything but it's still pretty shocking. I usually only ever see her at family occasions like weddings and funerals and such, and I'd usually have a buzz with her while out for a cigarette.

I realised that the next funeral I go to will probably be hers. And somehow I don't think the smokers in my family will be buzzing as much as usual.

Blurgh

Aaaargh.

I hate being under pressure to make decisions that are going to affect my life months from now. Too many choices need to be made by tomorrow afternoon. I am frustrated and confused.

This weekend was a delicious mix of sweet bands, road trips, free tattoos, cupcakes, awesome hangouts and too much booze. For the first time in my life I legitimately heard an Australian talk about there being a shark in the water. Yusss.

I'm going to London on thursday. Tell me some sweet touristy shit to check out while my friends are in work.