Well.. yesterday I waited around for hours watching my mates fall out of the sky.. it got me pumped. 14 of us (i think) were booked in to skydive in Wynyard yesterday.. the views are gorgeous.. we jumped over the coastline and landed at the aero club. I was happy to wait until everyone had gone.. and the more people I saw doing it the more I became calm and happy to give it a shot. I cant say I was scared.. just more nervous.. mainly nervous that the harness wouldn't fit.. but when i got it on I was set to go and pumped.. from that moment I had no nerves and no fear. Jumped in the plane and LOVED the plane ride up.. it took about 25 mins for us to get to 10,000ft (but i was told later we went a little higher than 10,000ft, not sure if they were joking) but anyway.. up we went.. I was wedged against the door of the plane and was the first to jump. I had trouble getting my feet out of the plane, not because I was scared, but literally because i was jammed in.. so when I finally had both feet out I was pumped and ready to go. I leaned back, took a deep breath and gave the dude a thumbs up... i was mad keen to jump! The next few seconds were a complete blur.. we tumbled for a bit and then finally straightened out and were free falling taking in the scenery.. then the parachute went off without the guy warning me and it scared the crap out of me!! It felt like we went shooting back up into the sky, but really we were just slowing.. then I had a shot at steering the parachute and that was funny.. the ride back down was a bit surreal.. i think I was just so terrified of the whole tumble bit that I wanted to be back on land.. the poor dude strapped to my back copped a mouthful of abuse all the way down.. haha but he just had a big giggle and assured me we were fine. When I landed it was the best feeling in the world. I thought I was going to die up there! At first I said 'I will NEVER do that again.. I HATED it!" and I was the only one out of all of us to say that... but then I got home and started talking about it all and realised how much of a rush it was and how awesome it actually was.. and now I am pretty keen to go again! I like feeling fear of that kind.. it was such a sensory overload.. I honestly cant explain what it felt like. Amazing really.. terrifying also! But yes.. EVERYONE should try it once in their life.. if I can do it - ANYONE CAN.
I guess for me.. I never really thought I would do something like that. I have always held back when it comes to extreme sports.. im goin to get a bit deep here.. its mainly because of my weight. I have always had issues believing I can do this sort of stuff.. and I did it because I needed to show myself that I can do it. I decided that skydiving is probably the most extreme sport around, and if I could show myself that I could do that.. then I could do anything! Im so proud of myself.. not so much for actually jumping out of the plane - that bit was easy - but for losing enough weight to do it and for proving to myself that I can. It is a massive goal achieved. The next one is international travel.. I have some concerns with that.. but cant wait to scare myself silly by booking a trip somewhere.
The best part about yesterday.. is that I did it with my friends. I can safely say that I would never have booked the dive if Bushy didnt organise it all. I knew I would have a better chance of doing it if I knew my friends were doing it too.
And in other news - I am now a full time teacher for grades 6/7/8.. WOO! The job has been in negotiation for a couple of weeks now, and this morning the principal called and confirmed. Im stoked.
Videos and Pictures will be posted on the blog soon!
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Saturday, January 31, 2009
save for later
carnage of another mans greed
at what point does she have her feed?
clippings of her waste-not paper
the minute that we saved for later
to this she drinks
her brothers betrayal!
life gone cold and lost and pale
scramble for jewels but be content
your jewels cannot repay - you spent
your life on damaged goods and such
time for smoko, knock off for lunch.
at what point does she have her feed?
clippings of her waste-not paper
the minute that we saved for later
to this she drinks
her brothers betrayal!
life gone cold and lost and pale
scramble for jewels but be content
your jewels cannot repay - you spent
your life on damaged goods and such
time for smoko, knock off for lunch.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
my other secret
just in case you didn't realise
any amount of convincing wont do
silence brings me straight back to you
over again - this time its for real - i will pretend
naive
any amount of convincing wont do
silence brings me straight back to you
over again - this time its for real - i will pretend
naive
Thursday, January 22, 2009
ten years from now
I was at the beach the other day with a few champs from the coast. Someone asked me where I saw myself in 10 years time.. At the time I was a bit stumped at the thought of coming up with an answer.. but since then have been thinking a lot about the possibilities. The conversation soon moved onto marriage and kids and such.. and I began to wonder. Ten years is a long but short time. Contradiction, I know.
Tonight it occurred to me that I began grade 7 a total of 10 years ago. It feels like a long time ago, but in the same regard it feels like that time has flown by so quick!
I'm going to be 32 in ten years time.. 32. I always said (as a child) that I would be married and have a first child by the age of 27. That was always the goal I think. Now I dont think I am concerned how old I am when I get hitched or pop out a few. I am hoping that I will get to do that but not too fussed when and where I will be when that happens. As for personal goals over the next ten years... mmm.. well I would love to have travelled Europe, Samoa, South Africa, Canada, and parts of Asia, be a healthy weight, fluent in another language, much more competent on guitar, learn music theory properly, expand my knowledge by about 777%, have music on my ipod (still haven't worked it out), and have learnt to make a supremo cup of coffee.
Not a bad set of goals. I need to think of some more.
And so concludes the thoughts of Corrie Baxter this day.
xx
Tonight it occurred to me that I began grade 7 a total of 10 years ago. It feels like a long time ago, but in the same regard it feels like that time has flown by so quick!
I'm going to be 32 in ten years time.. 32. I always said (as a child) that I would be married and have a first child by the age of 27. That was always the goal I think. Now I dont think I am concerned how old I am when I get hitched or pop out a few. I am hoping that I will get to do that but not too fussed when and where I will be when that happens. As for personal goals over the next ten years... mmm.. well I would love to have travelled Europe, Samoa, South Africa, Canada, and parts of Asia, be a healthy weight, fluent in another language, much more competent on guitar, learn music theory properly, expand my knowledge by about 777%, have music on my ipod (still haven't worked it out), and have learnt to make a supremo cup of coffee.
Not a bad set of goals. I need to think of some more.
And so concludes the thoughts of Corrie Baxter this day.
xx
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
8 years later
the patchy scrapbook in my mind
is cherished treasure - sometimes.
striking black and white keys in regulated form
we did for fun, we laughed, we sung
a memory so vivid and clear to me
since you brought it up and allowed me to see
just how close to you and dearly you held it
while i brushed it off - swept it under the carpet.
we were kids, just teens, kickin' around
enjoying life, love, and sound
he remembers the song - the way we played it
he is learning it now because it was his favourite
memory of us - a memory i will hold close and dear
one i lost that is now so clear
is cherished treasure - sometimes.
striking black and white keys in regulated form
we did for fun, we laughed, we sung
a memory so vivid and clear to me
since you brought it up and allowed me to see
just how close to you and dearly you held it
while i brushed it off - swept it under the carpet.
we were kids, just teens, kickin' around
enjoying life, love, and sound
he remembers the song - the way we played it
he is learning it now because it was his favourite
memory of us - a memory i will hold close and dear
one i lost that is now so clear
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Perfecto jobbo?
A full time position is currently in negotiation for the 'perfect' job.. I did some relief for a family that I loved working for.. I made them an offer to work full time and they were keen. Currently waiting on the confirmation. I really want this position. It would be amazing.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
less than average
I was a little bit frustrated in my last post.
Since finishing uni I have found myself thinking a lot more - im not sure if this is because I deliberately set out to become a more reflective thinker, or if it is because im no longer trying to fill my head with uni rubbish. I have been writing out my thoughts in a little black book I was given as a new year gift. Its kind of funny to read back over what I write because a lot of the time I am frustrated. I recently wrote a bit of a scribble about the people I have found myself spending a lot of time with since uni. It seemed that throughout uni we were all perfectly happy living off the dregs of others and eating cheap food, sitting on dodgy couches, drinking less than average beer, treating ourselves to a coffee once a week if we were lucky, never turning the heater on to save power, all jumping in the one car to save petrol, and not dreaming of ever walking into a shop and buying a fillet of chicken breast! These things were all a common thing amongst us strugglers because no one had the money to throw it around on things we didn't really need. Now days.. I feel like I am possibly the only one left who still clings to a lot of this.. We all are earning quite a lot now, and everyone is spending up big, not happy with the second hand couch - must buy a new black leather one and a recliner to boot! I just don't understand it? We are all also planning to do some travel and move about before 'settling down' (which by the way is not something I want to do - but thats a whole other blog). So i had a little disagreement with my housemates the other night because they want to spend about $6000 decking out our house in new furniture. They wrote a list and basically told me what I am paying for. I thought this was so rude, and mainly inconsiderate of the way that I want to spend my money. I am much more concerned about being responsible with money, or faithfully irresponsible. It may sound a little strange.. and no one really seems to understand why I think like this. I just think that there are a lot of people in the world who could use my money more than I can. One housemate said to me 'dont you think you work hard for this money - you deserve to come home and sit on a comfortable couch!'. Ummm.. yeah I work hard.. but since when do I deserve comfort when there are people in our own backyard who work harder and struggle through life who feel blessed to be sitting with a roof over their head when they get home. I just dont understand the greed. I really really REALLY hope that money never has that kind of power over my mind.
And the funny thing is - I am more comfortable in a less than average couch..
Since finishing uni I have found myself thinking a lot more - im not sure if this is because I deliberately set out to become a more reflective thinker, or if it is because im no longer trying to fill my head with uni rubbish. I have been writing out my thoughts in a little black book I was given as a new year gift. Its kind of funny to read back over what I write because a lot of the time I am frustrated. I recently wrote a bit of a scribble about the people I have found myself spending a lot of time with since uni. It seemed that throughout uni we were all perfectly happy living off the dregs of others and eating cheap food, sitting on dodgy couches, drinking less than average beer, treating ourselves to a coffee once a week if we were lucky, never turning the heater on to save power, all jumping in the one car to save petrol, and not dreaming of ever walking into a shop and buying a fillet of chicken breast! These things were all a common thing amongst us strugglers because no one had the money to throw it around on things we didn't really need. Now days.. I feel like I am possibly the only one left who still clings to a lot of this.. We all are earning quite a lot now, and everyone is spending up big, not happy with the second hand couch - must buy a new black leather one and a recliner to boot! I just don't understand it? We are all also planning to do some travel and move about before 'settling down' (which by the way is not something I want to do - but thats a whole other blog). So i had a little disagreement with my housemates the other night because they want to spend about $6000 decking out our house in new furniture. They wrote a list and basically told me what I am paying for. I thought this was so rude, and mainly inconsiderate of the way that I want to spend my money. I am much more concerned about being responsible with money, or faithfully irresponsible. It may sound a little strange.. and no one really seems to understand why I think like this. I just think that there are a lot of people in the world who could use my money more than I can. One housemate said to me 'dont you think you work hard for this money - you deserve to come home and sit on a comfortable couch!'. Ummm.. yeah I work hard.. but since when do I deserve comfort when there are people in our own backyard who work harder and struggle through life who feel blessed to be sitting with a roof over their head when they get home. I just dont understand the greed. I really really REALLY hope that money never has that kind of power over my mind.
And the funny thing is - I am more comfortable in a less than average couch..
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