The Gym Is Not My Friend.

So, I had my first gym session, and it was certainly something else.
I used to play lots of sports when i was younger, from Netball to Athletics i was always running around until i got to Year 11 of high school. That's when everything stopped. I stropped taking P.E at school because let's be real here- nobody liked Phys Ed, and I stopped playing netball due to school and work commitments. So obviously my level of fitness started dwindling by a thread to the point where it became non-existent.

So I turned up to this 24hr gym that's literally five minutes from my house and i quickly looked around- i saw and older couple doing weights together, and then i saw them. The gym junkies; now, nothing against people who love going to the gym and enjoy a healthy lifestyle- but these three guys... their biceps were bigger than my head. They could squash me like a grape.

So once i saw my trainer, he took me over to the treadmill- which at the time i was very pleased with that. Until he selected level 13. 
As i said previously, i had been doing no physical activity until leaving up to this point- so level 13 was the enemy and i was running for my life. literally.
I have never wanted water so badly in my life after finishing 15 minutes on that thing. My legs felt like lead and i thought to myself 'surely this is the worst of it'. Oh how naive i was.

By the half an 45 minute mark i had done and extensive amount of cardio (the bike was now my enemy) and weights. It was safe to say that this trainer guy who scarily looked so a like to a kid i went to school with, had killed me. He killed my body- and not in the way people would brag about. 

I walked out of the gym feeling like i was going to throw up- yet i kept my head up high because I had achieved something. I had managed to get off  my lazy ass and do something good for my body... even though i couldn't bend my arms the next morning... and my legs hurt with every step I took... Let's be honest I'm not going back and you all know it.

Maybe if you paid me.

$1mill.

Hope you have a nice day loves,
Maygen xx

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Wannabe Carrie Bradshaw.

Yes i know, this is possibly the 5th time I have apologised to myself for forgetting about this blog.
When you work 6 days a week, you tend to go a little bit crazy and slightly neurotic- but it's all good. I'll get by just fine... after i have a 12 hour nap and a piece of  cake.

At the moment- I can't begin to believe that the year is nearly over and that Christmas decorations have already started going up at Target well before Halloween is even started.
This does confuse me however. Typically Australian's do not celebrate Halloween; it's never been a thing here. It does surprise me though- because Australia and America aren't that different. Sure there are some food differences, and we have different gun laws... But Australia tends to follow after the USA, which leaves me wondering why Halloween hasn't yet caught on here. I mean sure- I've gone to my fair share of Halloween parties growing up, my best friend is born on the 31st of October so it was bound to happen that i would end up in a witch costume at some stage in my life. But most of Aus chooses not to embrace the spooky holiday for some reason... I think we are missing out.

I have just started watching the first season of Sex & The City- where has this show been all my life? Understandably it was never really appropriate when I was younger but i would always hear my mum and her friends discussing how great it was. So here i am at 12:30pm on a Tuesday wasting the day away with Samantha and her sexual escapades and Carrie's undying fascination with Big. Can somebody take me to New York already? And can i please have those D&G shoes?

The thing I love most about writing these posts is that it makes me think- I have been out of school for a year now and I'm dying to have some productivity other than serving people drinks at work. I just wish i would remember to utilise this platform more- even if it doesn't relate to beauty or makeup- it's nice to just ramble to myself.

Well. My coffee has gone cold and my stomach is rumbling meaning this blog post will have to be left here today.
Have a lovely day and enjoy some cake,

Maygen xx

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Slightly Tipsy, A Bad Speller and Losing a Friend.

Hello to whoever decided that it would be worthwhile reading this... Rightnow i am slightly intoxicated, by that i mean ive had 4.5 drinks in the last 2 hours or so which for me is not only an achievement but also probably- most likely a bad idea because everything becomes funnier and funnier to me. and i mean it could be the stupidest thing ever and i would treat it like i was watching 'Doug the Pug' videos on instagram.

(For anyone shaking their head- the legal drinking age in Australia is 18. so it's all good guys.)

I've just been out for dinner with a school friend and not too much has changed neither between us or with ourselves in general. we've just cut our hair short; which every single girl in my year of high school seems to have done... wierd.

(I'm editing this post as i go and honestly my spelling is bad on a good day; this is horrendous though)

I'm well aware that i could say something stupid at this current point of time and regret it tomorrow but right now there is no filter in my brain and my fingers do the typing so this could be interesting.

I've been catching up with a friend whom i went to high school  with and we have been friends for around 4-5 years and all is swell, but there is a feeling in the back of my mind that it could end quite easily if one of us stopped making an effort, like, it could fizzle into nothing and neither of us would pick up the pieces to make it right again,and frankly that scares the shit out of me because its so common in this day and age to forget about what it's like to fight for somebody. I would hate it if i ever lost this friend, but i cant help it if people change and grow; and part of that process is letting go of people back home who they used to be close to.

Anyhoooo, i'm beginning to sober up and bed is sounding prettttty good right now. I'll be up at half six tomorrow morning for a trip to Melbourne with the family. oh joy/

Take care,
Maygen xxxx

I Like Being Alone, I Don't Fancy Being Lonely

Why hello to you reading this!

I do like to do little updates every now and then because i feel like its a form of talking to myself... and to be blatantly honest. I am by myself most of the time, and it can be both a positive and negative thing.

Lets start with the positives shall we?

• PERSONAL SPACE. I do love my personal space, i hate being smothered by people, i suppose that my introverted side of my personality coming out.
• PEACE AND QUIET. Ahhh, the serenity (quote from "The Castle") When you're by yourself there is a lovely element of your surroundings which is the sound of nothingness. But a nice nothingness if that makes sense? i like the quiet because it allows me to think without distractions interrupting me or it can clear my mind;. I find it quite soothing.
• WALKING AROUND NAKED. I know, i know, really mature. But honestly, there's nothing more liberating than walking around in your birthday suit after you've had a shower. Just make sure you're the only one in the house for this one!
• SINGLE LADY DANCE PARTIES. Yes, i admit. i am that girl who has a dance party to All Time Low, Jesse McCartney and Marina And The Diamonds in her bathroom that carries out to the hallway and lounge, and then I proceed to Snapchat the events to my best friends in hopes they won't disown me. But you can be as crazy as you like, sing as loud and terribly as you like without feeling judged.
• PEOPLE ARE ANNOYING. If you have never found human kind annoying/frustrating as hell... then your time will come honey, just you wait.
• NO EXPECTATIONS TO LOOK PRESENTABLE. Oh how i do love a makeup free day with a messy topknot and my favorite pair of track pants (or no pants) and over-sized shirt. It is the best form of comfort, just maybe double check yourself in the mirror if you get a knock on the door; could be the cute mail-boy... or an annoying door knocker?
• PEEING WITH THE DOOR OPEN. I know, this is a little TMI, and i admit, i hardly do this; but if you do, power to you! like point three, make sure you are definitely alone.

Okay, those are just a few perks of being alone.

Let's finish with the downers.

• NOBODY TO HUG. This is self explanatory really. who doesn't love a good bear hug? or a morning hug? or a best friend hug? or a i'm-still-mad-at-you-but-i-love-you-anyway hug? or my personal favourite, a hug from a furry friend.
• YOU CAN'T VENT. Alright there are many ways to vent but the best way is to just let it all out whilst sitting next to somebody on your bed. and then they can step right in there and hug you when you're feeling down and tears are starting to fall down you're cheeks.
• THOUGHTS THOUGHTS THOUGHTS. Bad thoughts can be a real bummer and can really make you second guess yourself no matter the situation. When you have people around you its easier to escape those lingering thoughts, when you do feel like your mind is running away from you, grab your headphones and listen to your favourite band or song; even watch your favourite movie!
• NOBODY TO LAUGH WITH. Laughter is that one thing that always makes me feel happier in an instant. And although you can have a laugh by watching 6 second videos, there is no better feeling than somebody reciprocating that laughter with you until you can't move properly and you are rendered helpless on the floor like a clapping seal. (aka me)
• BAD TIMING. there are good and bad times to be alone, i know from my perspective if I've had a bad day i like to be alone but it's not always a good idea. Sometimes you need positive energy to lift your spirits and you'd be surprised how much your mood will change!
• SMALL NOISES SCARE YOU. Ah yes, it's 12.45am and you hear a noise, and you immediately start to freak out. 'There's a robber in the house' comes into your mind and you wrap your duvet around you a little more. It's probably just the tap from your bathroom, calm yourself. But if it is suspicious, definitely call emergency services!
• WALKING.... ANYWHERE. Not only is it boring when you don't have somebody to talk to, but i really hate walking home by myself. As a female, society has told me that it's 'normal' for women to be preyed on. And 90% of the time when i pass a male, its totally fine; but that momentary feeling in your stomach when you pass an older,tall, intimidating well-built man, is actually scary. And it shouldn't be this way. I shouldn't be afraid to walk to or from work in daylight or in darkness...

So there you have my ponderings for this Tuesday evening (almost Wednesday morning), i hope you enjoyed reading my ramblings. And there are probably many more things I could add to either list, But until next time...

Love, Maygen
xxx

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