we've got guns hidden under our petticoats



I recently bought the self-titled debut album from The 1975. Yes, actually bought it. And I'm obsessed with it. My favourite song is "Chocolate" (listen here) but I also love "Sex" and "Heart Out". They're pretty recent - the album was released in September and they topped the UK charts. They'll probably make it big.





On another note, I missed A Sleepy Kat's birthday! Whoops. She is officially one-year-and-two-days old. We've come a long way together. :)

photos are not mine meep

HOLLAAAAAA



A while ago now, Chelsey requested that I do a post on my style/clothes/whatever. I had a post semi-prepared before I lost my laptop and since then I've been avoiding it because I honestly feel I'm not qualified to write about fashion-y things. But today I went shopping (again, sigh) and I'm wearing a super comfy (and blue!) top that sparkles and I don't know, I just want to share. So Chelsea, consider this the first post in a series of many styley posts. If that makes sense?

I spent the majority of last night awake with a raging sore throat and feelings of overall patheticness. At 5am I discovered that there's a Hollister store in Sydney. So this afternoon, rather than staying in bed to ward off my cold like a normal person, I went shopping. And came home broke. You know, as you do...



Hollister clothes are so damn comfy, no joke. Yeah, they're probably overpriced and I'm probably being a Brand Bitch™ but whatever. Alright, do you want to know what started this Hollister obsession? Fine. Harry Styles. There, I said it. Shut up. Shut up shut up shut up. (At least buying a similar Hollister hoodie is cheaper than buying his $2000 blazer, sheeeesh). (Plus Louis Tomlinson my faaaaaave has been seen wearing it and omg omg hehe.) Anyway, the hoodie is comfy as anything, and actually not that expensive given what it is! I mean hoodies from Cotton On are not all that much cheaper and to be honest, I'd rather a lovely Hollister one. (Not that I don't have far too many Cotton On hoodies lying around, but you know...)



I bought a couple of other things besides the blue top and the hoodie, but I'll save them for a rainy day. Literally. Like, I kind of want to move somewhere cold so I can wear my lovely things.



Side note: I recently had to get orthotics for my feet. I never actually realised how bad my ankle rolled inwards until I saw this photo. Oh dear! o.o Also, wow, thighs. :/ Time to get back to running~




I LOVE HOLLISTER ~ k bye off to drown myself in strepsils and chicken soup xoxox

hippy barden

Goodness. Where to begin?



Last weekend was my 20th birthday and I spent the day with my family. This weekend, I had a par-tay. Given this was my first party since I was twelve, I was a bit nervous, thinking ohmygodwhatifnobodyshowsup etc etc etc. But it was fine. Lovely, even. A friend and I made a rainbow cake, rather successfully, I might add, and we spent the rest of the day playing silly card games in varying numbers as people appeared and disappeared throughout the day. Ever played Cards Against Humanity? You should. It's ridiculously fun. Jungle Speed made an appearance, as did Spoons, which then had my cutlery drawer rather empty and people wondering where the utensils had gone.





For food I decided to go classic kiddy party style, nothing too fancy, so I had party pies and sausage rolls and chips and punch and fairy bread and fruit. Also potato gems, which were a hit.










(damn, that cake was good)





It was kind of weird to have the attention solely focused on me, though, since I share my birthday with my stepsister (two years older) and usually our celebrations are a joint thing.

Peach Schnapps and Monopoly Deal made an appearance sometime in the evening and we somehow spent an hour playing with sparklers and cameras.







Fun times, really. :)

london calling



photo by @Doug88888

Have you ever felt like you're in the wrong place?

Up until I was about fifteen, I hated living in Sydney. It was all I knew, and I was desperate to see the world. I hated the familiar sights and seeing people I knew everywhere. I was just so damn bored with the place. But I hadn't really seen the whole city. Silly little fifteen year old me thought she knew things. She didn't. I still don't.

I grew up a little and decided that home was home. It was always my plan to stay in Sydney. Travel the world first, of course, but then settle down in a nice little Balmain terrace with a family and a golden retriever. That was the plan.

I turn twenty next week. That's insane. I'm still a kid, you know? I'm a little baby, and I can't be twenty. I'm turning twenty, and I don't have a plan anymore. Panicking about this seems like a premature midlife crisis, I know, but I can't help it. Friends have told me its a common thing to freak out about, though. I'm turning twenty and I thought maybe I'd have some of my life sorted out by now, but nope, I do not. Not at all.

I'm not sure what I want to do when I grow up. Shit, I'm still not even sure what to major in! It's a constant stress, but I wish I could just let things happen and not worry. I just don't want to be thirty and still nowhere, you know? I want to make something of myself. I want to move out, live alone, travel the world, meet new people and find myself along the way. And it feels like here, in my tiny little blue and white bedroom inside my mother's house, I can't. I want to get out.

London seems like the place to go.

Last time I was there, I was three years old. I remember cucumber sandwiches on a bench in the city, and hiding in my aunt's soapy-smelling linen closet. I remember staying on a farm somewhere with nice spaghetti and a dog that ate my gumboots. My eight-year-old brother was allowed to ride a farm tractor, and seventeen years later, I'm still resenting that. I don't remember much, true, but in the pieces my mind has glued together, true or not, it was the best fucking holiday ever. And I'm desperate to go back.

My family isn't from London, as far as I know. My dad grew up near Brighton, I think, and my aunt still lives somewhere down there. On my mother's side, my grandfather lived in Dublin. I have this recent curiosity about my background, nagging me to go and see the places for myself.

London is cold. As much as I complain about winter, I want cold. I want snow and a white Christmas and wearing hoodies underneath jackets underneath coats. I want central heading, and big fat fluffy doonas, and sometimes, I even want days and days of dirty rain.

And if I'm going to hate it, well, I want to find that out for myself, too.

I don't know. Maybe it's just wanderlust. I need a taste of something new.

[ happy!dinah + housekeeping + asos haul ]



Hey guys! Quick post because it's been ages and I missssss youuuuuuu. ♥

First up, notice the URL! I am now asleepykat.com. *happy dance*

I have been really happy lately. Once upon a time, this feeling was so foreign to me. I'm very glad that it's no longer unusual to not feel miserable all the time. I was on the bus to work this afternoon (although it felt like a morning, I'll tell you!), hiding away from the glaring sun, bobbing along to this song and I just thought to myself, wow, you happy unicorn, you. It was kind of perfect.

On a similar note, I'm really loving buses right now. As I can't yet afford myself a car, I'm sticking with public transport, but I have seriously fallen out of love with trains. Losing my laptop on one was probably the last straw. Even though you changed your name, Sydney Trains, you'll always be Cityrail Shitty Fail to me. :)

Another thing I'm loving? My job. Because money, obviously, but also it's kind of the best job I have ever had. Going to work is actually enjoyable. Who would have thought? And I have responsibilities and such and I can make decisions etc, doing much more than putting a dozen sausages in a bag, you know? I find it really rewarding to be trusted with more meaningful tasks. But yes, somebody needs to work at the butcher, putting sausages in bags. I'm just glad it's no longer me. But hey, maybe that kind of thing works for some people. I'm rambling.

The purpose of my last post ("I'm Still Alive") was to explain my absence, which I totally forgot to do once I got into the angst surrounding my late laptop (may he rest in peace, or at least explode in the face of whoever has him now). I keep remembering things that I'm never going to get back, and each hurts a little bit more. I'm currently mourning the hundreds of internet fanfic bookmarks I had, which I really should have bookmarked or favourited in a more secure way. I have now learned. Anyway, I also lost a folder I had titled "dinah blogs" which was basically full of ideas for blog posts and half-written posts, and all sorts of other sad things. They're gone. I'm sad. Sadface. Hold my hand, please. So that's why I'm having a bit of trouble getting back on my blogging feet. (But also One Direction. Blame One Direction.)

Last week I finally got myself a tattoo. It is my favourite thing ever and deserves its own post entirely, but that's for another day. Just letting you know because it's in the photos.



asos haul: glitter vans, asos culottes & grey beanie



I am so in love with these shorts, ohmigod. They're made of a soft and slightly stretchy material and are so comfy that they're better than pyjama pants. That comfy. Also they do wonders for my legs (goodbye, thighs, you don't exist!) and hide the extra pudding, hahahahaha. Not that I have had pudding today. Dammit, now I want some pudding. Anybody have any?

Yes, my bedroom is very messy. Yes, that is a One Direction poster. Yes, I folded the poster so that it looks like Harry and Louis are beside each other. Sue me. Also I'm finding that the peace sign is the easiest way to show off my tattoo.

Embrace the hipster look, everyone. Embrace it.





So many of my friends have ditched Tumblr and I'm so sad because I'm back and alone. Keep me company? Let me know your url and I'll follow you back. :) Also, in case anyone missed it, I'm now tweeting from @dreamyville because managing two accounts was too much of a pain. Follow me there!

Ciao, bbs.

i'm still alive !

chose this photo because cats.

Hiiiiii guys. I kind of fell off the planet for a while there. So sorry. A number of things happened, beginning with my obsession with One Direction. You might have guessed that, given my last post and my excessive 1D-related tweets. (I'm @dreamyville, follow me on Twitter!) Somehow those five lovely idiots pulled me back into the world of fandom and I have been drowning in it. Tumblr sucked me in. Whoops.

What happened next was that I lost my laptop. It was quite a low point in my existence, I might say. I lose all my files because I hadn't backed up since January. Word of advice, lovely minions - back up your shit. Especially when you're in the midst of an assignment. The day I lost my laptop I had to stay up and rewrite a psychology report from scratch. With none of my notes, I might add. It suuuuckkedddd. I keep remembering things I lost that I'm not going to get back and it makes me sad. The most recent realisation was my 1000+ internet bookmarks. 70% of which were fanfics. Noooo! Do you feel my pain, do you feel it? It burns. (Thankfully my camera's memory card has a hell of a lot on it.)

Anyway, the upside to losing my baby is that I went and bought myself a new one. As you do, you know, when you're a responsible adult with a job (more on that later). My new laptop is called Boobear and he's beautiful and so much better than Ms Chanandler Bong (old one) ever was, although at the moment he lacks the brain matter (files) to work well with me. Still, I'm teaching him. And he's so damn pretty to look at. The other upside is that I'm never ever ever ever going to be stupid enough to not pay attention when taking my laptop on the train. Never ever ever ever again.

Now, onto my job! In my last post I mentioned that I sort of maybe had my dream job? Well it's a done deal now and I'm loving it. I am officially an Ikea employee and it is the best. Plus, you know, money is nice. It helps you out when you're a total idiot and lose things. (Sigh.) Work is gr8.

My feelings for One Direction are massively complicated and contradictory. Perhaps this should wait until another post. If you're a curious cat (I know you are) follow me on tumblr. My next post will be more interesting, I promise. It will include: Bombay Bicycle Club, intelligent thoughts, and perhaps some body art. WIIINK.

HOLD ON TO THE FEELING AND DON'T LET IT GO ♫

Today has been a brilliant day for many reasons. I may have landed my dream job (but I don't want to say this for sure until it's a done deal). I hung out alone and didn't feel lonely, and last but certainly not least, I saw One Direction live. Holy. Fucking. Shit.


First things first, though. The List is something that I have been working on for a while. It's basically a list of things I'm afraid of doing or that I need to face. Today I crossed another item off my list: attend a concert alone. I could say that I'm a brave little girl who wanted to face fears and blog about the experience, but the truth is that I really really really wanted to see One Direction. And I found a lovely-priced ticket for pickup in my suburb. Seemed like fate, y'know?

This isn't my first concert, but it's the first one I've been to alone. And can I just say that it was a great experience. I'm sure live music is lovely when shared with friends, but being alone, I don't think I missed out on anything. Except maybe having someone to take a photo of me beside a Harry poster. But whatever. I chatted with an elderly gentleman beside me (the poor thing had ear plugs!) for a while but then once the lights went out, it was all screaming and singing and enjoying the atmosphere. I honestly think more people should be brave enough to go to concerts alone. I certainly will be doing it more in the future!




The boys were great. Honestly, they're great entertainers. Especially Niall and Harry, I found. Liam seemed to take the singing part really seriously and Zayn had an amazing voice. Damn, that boy. Louis, oh Louis, was just fabulous all round. I love all the boys, I really do, but my screams were the loudest when Harry or Louis waved in my direction. No shame at all. My throat is sore. :D

One girl in my row stood for the entire concert recording on her phone. Don't be that guy, okay? Don't be the one watching the concert through your phone. Yeah, I know, you want to relive the experience but the footage will suck and you'll regret not paying attention to the concert as it happened!



At one point, during one of their silly little chats, Niall started reading out the signs that people had brought. There were some lovely ones, until Niall said "I'm the- oh, that one's naughty!" I saw the sign later. It read: "I'm the 1, give me the D!" Classic, ladies. Wish I'd taken a photo.


One Direction are such dorks. It's lovely. Their silly dancing and that rowing thing that they do with their microphones. Can't dance for shit, so they skip across the stage. GAH, I love them. I happened to have a damn good seat for the concert (YESSSSS) and so when the boys were on the middle stage, they were about 25 metres away from me. It was incredible. But still not close enough.



Overall, a fabulous day. I spent the money I earned at work yesterday on merch that I may or may not regret buying. And once I got home, I took a million and one selfies in my new 1D shirt. Y'know, as you do...


Sorry about the quality of the photos. My phone doesn't have the best camera. And photos can't do the experience justice, anyway. You really do have to be there.


Have you seen 1D? Love them or hate them? Or what was your best/worst concert experience? GOD I AM SO HYPER SOMEBODY COME DANCE WITH ME