Last year wasn’t all that average

So I know I said last year was pretty…average.  But really it wasn’t because oh my god I had the best concert year ever!!!  You know how I realised this?  I heard Lady Gaga was having her tour in August but didn’t actually think I would go (even though I stan for her) because no one I know loves her as much as me!  And the only tour I am seriously needing to go to is One Direction, because this album is amazing.  Anyway, so my friend is going and I wish I was going too!!  But in reality, I’m saving for something bigger this year, to travel!  And this is hard because I’m really crap at saving money due to makeup, clothes, shoes, going out, and food.  So I wouldn’t really be able (well I could) buy a ticket anyway…  But when I think of last year, the concerts that I went to, those are experiences in themselves!  Ones that are new and amazing!!!  As a fangirl, it’s utterly and amazingly euphoric being in the same air space as the ones you love.  I had thought, there was nothing new I experienced last year.  Uni was like going through high school again except the subjects I was doing were shit and I hated them.  But every concert and festival I went to, was a whole new thing in a whole new category of ‘feels’.  Each musician and artist is an experience in themselves, so even though it’s categorised in ‘music’ and ‘concerts’ each is unique and incredible!  And this was the year I went to my first concert ever as well!!

My 2013 music experiences!!!  (New to me and exciting and the best ever!!!)
1. Ed Sheeran
2. Future Music Festival
3. One Direction
4. Justin Bieber
5. Taylor Swift
6. The 1975 (Okay, this was 2014 but it counts because it’s the holidays of 2013, prior uni)

ALL SO AMAZING!!!!  I’m pretty sure I already had a whole feels post about Ed Sheeran (on my old blogspot), it was my first ever concert!!!  I danced the whole night at my seat, he was epic and pitch perfect and original and all he needed was him, his guitar and his loop pedal.  Future was so fun, my first and only festival, where I got to relive live my favourite Avicii song “I Could Be The One” from my 18th birthday when Nicky Romero played it for the first time to my ears.  Not to mention One Direction, after missing out on the Up All Night tour (oh how I was fucking devastated!!!) it was amazing and I filmed the whole thing, but all you can hear is mostly me singing horribly out of tune…  Justin is perfect, the concert was amazing, his dance moves, his voice, his sexuality, just everywhere…!!!  And T-Swifty was a spur of the moment thing, but oh my god was it worth it and epic.  It was the first open air concert I’d been too and it was just a whole other vibe, other worldly, the pyro, the fireworks, just the immense stage show of it all was breathe-taking, and Taylor is just perfection, her voice, I cried when she sand “All Too Well” it was to die for.  And yes, The 1975, my love blossomed for them when I saw a post about them on Tumblr relating to Harry Styles, so cute!  They were great, and I have to say, even better live than on record!!!  Matty is full of energy and his dancing and head shaking is contagious!  It was my first gig type of concert, really small and intimate, he was right there in front of us and I know he could see everyone.

Anyway, yeah so 2013 wasn’t such a mundane year after all!  And I only mean this in terms of me in my life and moving forward and doing something with purpose.  Concerts are purposeful.  They heal the soul.

Lots of love,
Just Another Woo Girl


I met Harry Styles in the most amazing dream…again

So I haven’t blogged in a while seeing as I’m extremely busy not studying for exams…  So today I had my first exam for anthropology, which as you know, I’ll probably have failed anyway, and did today.  And last night, I was up till around one am just…looking at really vague revision slides that the lecturer made for the last week.  Kinda helped and kinda didn’t, but turns out, I should give myself a bit more credit, some stuff I did listen to in tutorials did come in handy.  So with an early wake up call at 6:30am that I left till 7am (good job me) I feel asleep exhausted, and went to gain an eventful and blissfully euphoric six hours sleep…

And the dreaming begins…

Much alike any other dream I’ve had, this specific section was dreamt just before I woke up from a pressed bladder.  Anyway, rather than beginning with how amazing and overwhelmed I felt in my dream and when I woke up, I’ll try to begin by recounting this epic love story…

So I was in the shopping centre, not sure which one, and I was with a friend, also not sure who.  Actually I think it might’ve been my sister…  Anyway, we are in the middle of turning the corner to go down the escalator when from the corner of my eye, I see this curly haired cute boy with hipster glasses on.  I’m like, oh my god, is that who I think it is?  I look at him, and he looks back at me.  I look at him half quizzically and he turns back to whatever he’s doing and is trying to be inconspicuous.  I’m not quite sure, I think I say to my sister something like, “Oh my god, I think that’s Harry Styles over there…!!!”  It’s my last chance, as we turn and walk down I call out, “HARRY!!”  He turns and looks up at me!  It is him!!  It’s Harry Styles!!  His effortless bespectacled disguise cannot fool me!  My life flashes before my eyes (okay well this is just author exaggeration, it could’ve happened!).  He shoots me this look as if he’s saying, “Come now if you want to meet me!  Before everyone realises it’s me and crowds me…”, his eyebrows raised, eyes wide and neck jerked slightly forward.  So of course, I make my way hurriedly back to him!!

I’m somewhat swoop up to him and we embrace!  It’s warm and longing, and my arms loop under his arms, around the back of his chest, hugging him so tight!  (Wow, sorry, I feel really lame writing like a fanfiction, but to be fair, this is a real dream I had last night!)  I say something like, “I love you so much!  This is the most amazing moment of my life!!”  Something really cheesy like that, that he hears all the time.  But to be honest, I don’t think I even care.  I am euphoric, my heart is racing, it feels like it’s going to burst from my chest and I can’t stop smiling!!!

I had always thought about what I would say if I met Harry, and the others boys too, trying to think of something memorable, cool and interesting!  But then I realise, that the only reason why I’d want to say something like that is so I can spark up some sort of friendship, when in reality, it will never happen.  But then I tell myself again, you have to believe if you want to achieve!  Be positive and optimistic!  (Or it could be contrarily construed as naive and wishful).

Anyway, back to the dream!  In my dream, Harry was wearing a thin white tee with some sort of black calligraphic drawing on it…so loose yet form fitting, caressing his sexy body.  (Ultimate fanfiction moment).  He says something back to me like, “I love you too.”  I don’t know, I don’t remember what he said to me in my dream, but I’m going to make myself believe it was something as amazing as that and that it really did happen (in my dream I mean, I suppose I could also be delusional and make myself believe it happened in real life, but that’s just crazy).

I’m not sure what even happens, but then some people he knows or I know, or maybe even randoms come up to us (while we’re having an intimate moment) and basically I end up taking a few pictures of Harry and some fans or friends.  I’m handing him his phone or something and we’re standing close…and then I wake up.

Oh lord, when I woke up, it was 6:18am.  I was smiling so much my cheeks hurt!  The dream was so amazing, and incredible, and fabulously intimate I felt as though my heart would burst out of love!  Yet at the same time, I felt so incredibly sad that this may never happen, and I will never even get to experience this utterly epic sensation, it’s unforgettable…  So basically, an overwhelming overload of euphoria and melancholy, as I have described many dreams and moments before…  Oh life.  What a hand you’ve dealt me.  What an amazing dream.  I wonder what will happen the next time I dream about Harry…just wondering makes me smile.

All my love,
Just Another Woo Girl

Dreaming of bantering with The Wanted

I have some majorly serious procrastination issues, and I feel like even calling them simply ‘procrastination issues’ is an understatement and gives it some sort of power that it doesn’t actually have, I mean, the problem isn’t procrastination, the problem is me procrastinating, me!  Anyway, so basically to my body’s dismay, I slept the whole day.  The thing is, I can say that I didn’t want to, because I did, just to get away from doing my assignments.  So even though my mind is bright, my body is seriously dragging me down, oversleeping is a curse, now I know why Sleeping Beauty didn’t want to sleep anymore…  She must’ve felt like death when she woke up, aside from the fact that a sexy prince was the one to kiss her awake…

So on the plus side, I had another incredibly amazing and vivid dream, better than any yet, about The Wanted.  It makes me sad that I can’t remember the details of it, since I dreamt it maybe four hours ago, but I’ll try to recount the highlights, for my and maybe your pleasure.

I think we were in a shopping centre, me and all five of the boys.  Nathan’s voice was fine.  I think we were in Top Shop or something similar like Sportsgirl with a vintage section (I really want to go shopping and buy new pants because it’s getting cold).  And I’m not all that sure what happened after but I ended up sitting around this table in the shopping centre on some couches.  I was sitting next to Jay (my love) and all the boys were around, we were just talking and laughing about things I again don’t remember.  Then I think we started singing along to their new single Walks Like Rihanna and we were all miming and bopping and making faces at each other, and I think this was the best time of my dream life.  I can’t really specify as to what we were talking about so it’s a bit vague as to why it was fun, but I remember me and all the boys in the dream really laughing and just being crazy!  Ah fun times in my dream.  Me and Jay, oh if only there was such a thing!  Only in my vivid dreams.  Bantering, smiling, laughing…

And then I woke up.  And I tried to go back to sleep so the dream could continue, but as we all know, it never happens…  The Wanted left Sydney yesterday and my heart is breaking, I wish they were here for longer, or lived here, or I don’t even know, they flew off to Melbourne and are off to Japan tonight or tomorrow.  But I feel so lucky and privileged that they chose to perform their latest single live for the first time in Australia!  And in Sydney too, my home town!  Amazing, I love them so much!  When are they seriously going to tour Australia?!

One Direction also announced their 2014 Where We Are Tour!!  I’m so excited!!!  I want to go so badly!  Oh those boys, I love them all!  Anyway, got two essays to write which I haven’t started and they were due two days ago!  At least these are for anthropology and sociology, so it’s two marks a working day…

It hit me recently, that I actually am so angry and annoyed that my sister told me sociology was so incredibly interesting..!!  Fuck no!!!!  And then she’s like to me, “Whoops!  Got sociology and social psychology mixed up!”  Now I realise HOW FUCKING PISSED OFF I AM!!!  Sociology is the damned most boring subject of them all, I seriously do not give a fucking fuck about the content!  And I know social psychology is interesting, because I’m doing psychology!!  If I didn’t change to fucking most boring sociology, I could be doing fun and easy linguistics!!!!!!  FUCK MY LIFE!!!!  Linguistics doesn’t even have an exam at the end!!!  Fucking hell.  Never listening to my sister again.

Just Another Woo Girl