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I have officially been banned from a Meekatharra pub. A fight broke out and I started swinging a bar stool, as you do when pub fights break out. It was all very Dukes of Hazzard. You could hardly blame me for swinging the closest thing to me, I only stand at 5ft 3inch and weight about 55kg. Anything that can compensate for my petiteness in a room full of much taller, stronger and obviously drunken men I can and will launch at them. Feeling so badass right now ^^ Among other news, I am officially engaged with a very sparkley ring going and everything and getting married some time in November this year up here in Meekatharra. Hopefully. The we

... looks like I'm getting married after all. I hate myself so much sometimes. I look godawful in white. So uh, moving on from my confused and depressive last journal entry, things have pretty much canceled themselves out. I am now engaged and quite possibly moving up north to Meekatharra some time early/mid next year. They have jobs going up there that require the basic of all experiance that pay a nice sum considering. I am glad to say I would be working up there for a year or so in order to accustom some school fees for myself and be able to pay may way through the Fashion and Design Course avaliable at the TAFE, and hopefully get into WA

Is in dire need of a carrot. Any carrot. I have come to the conclusion that the reason for my eternal procastination is that I don't have a carrot, long or short term. Currently there are pleanty of pointy sticks in my life proding me consistantly in all directions to do something. My  major  pointy stick is absent right now too. The "something" however is a lack there of. Commentary, suggestion or general all helpfullness is welcome and wanted. EDIT: Marrige is seriously not on my to do list, nor anything to do with raising a family. I have my own reasons as to why, many of which are depressing on their own but seeing as I need a new carro