20 Facts About Me

  1. I can wiggle my nostrils and I am SO proud of it. Regrettably, it’s my only party trick.
  2. When I was 6, I met a boy at a caravan park and we decided to have a peeing competition to see whose pee could travel the farthest. Somehow, I won! I must’ve told my family immediately afterwards because they didn’t let me live it down for years. It wasn’t until my late-teens that the embarrassment turned into hilarity.
  3. I once left the toilet unflushed and didn’t own up to my parents. They made my two older brothers and I line up in the hallway until one of us fessed up. Lo and behold, I didn’t plead guilty until years later.
  4. One afternoon, during my 11th grade English class, I decided it’d be a good idea to sneakily eat my chocolate freddo. Unwrapped, I held it under the desk in my left hand while the right could still jot down the work. Each time the teacher would turn her back, I’d take a bite and munch very About halfway through dessert, Ms Denaro stopped writing on the whiteboard, turned to the class and began talking through all her notes. I was sitting in the front row. After twenty minutes, my hand was cupping a brown pool that was slithering through the cracks between my fingers and onto my shorts. I’d passed the point of no return. I asked if I may be excused to the bathroom; sheepishly revealing my hand-of-shit. Judging by the bulging eyes and eyebrows that’d just leapt up her forehead, she did indeed fear for my bowels.
  5. I’m a weet-bix kid! I’ve been eating 2-4 biscuits every morning since I can remember. Sometimes, while I’m lying in bed at night and trying to fall asleep, I think to myself, ‘the sooner you sleep, the sooner you eat.’ Very sad, I know.
  6. I played the violin for 8 years during school and I was, without a doubt, sans exaggeration, completely and utterly horrendous. I was so bad that my bow would be playing in the opposite direction of everybody in my section. I received the encouragement award once.
  7. I live in a small apartment with my mum overlooking a Woolworths carpark and the ocean. Perfect combination, really. I can sit on our veranda, intrusively people- watching, and when I’m tired of civilisation I turn my head to the right and am greeted with welcoming waves. Pun intended.
  8. If I had to create a movie title for my life, it’d be called ‘Clumsy with Good Intentions’.
  9. My first kiss was when I was 13, to a guy named Tony who was trying to beat his friends in scoring the most smooches that lunch break. I remember being surprised with the feeling of soft lips against mine; a big change from my back-of-the-hand practice!
  10. I used to experience regular panic attacks to the point where, 3 years ago, it resulted in the worst two weeks of my life. Every day I was experiencing extreme anxiety, doubting myself and my sanity, and viewing the world as primarily a dark place. All I wanted to do was sleep the days away and escape my thoughts.

That trauma was overcome by mentally coaching myself through it. Those weeks became my rehabilitation from the years I’d been experiencing panic attacks and gave me an understanding of why my body reacts in certain circumstances.

If you or someone you know is experiencing something similar, head to lifeline.org.au for assistance. You can read about others’ stories or talk to someone via phone or chatroom – they’re available 24 hours a day. Remember, you’re never alone.

  1. I once used butter in my baking that was two years past its expiry date…two years?! We’d moved houses during that time, too. I’m going to blame Dad. He hoards butter to the point where we’d have up to 5 containers at once.
  2. Sometimes when I’ve been in front of a computer or tv screen too long, I become incredibly snappy at anyone who disturbs me, like I’ve spiralled into some kind of technology-trance. Not healthy! I definitely need to take breaks more often.
  3. I live in Brisbane, Australia but am writing to you from Krakow, Poland. I’ve been solo travelling through Europe for the last 3 months and will be flying home in a few weeks. Stay tuned for PLENTY of travel posts.
  4. I have a fear of small holes clustered together, known as tropophobia. There isn’t enough research to conclusively explain the reaction, but it’s said to be from subconsciously associating the holes with being on your skin. Aaah, even writing about it is making me jittery!
  5. I’ve been to university twice. I first began a Bachelor of Communications when I finished school, and then returned two years later with a Bachelor of Creative Writing; the issues being self-motivation and time management. I can see myself returning to creative studies one day, but not until I’m ready to fully commit and want it badly. At the moment, I’m content working and enjoying my free time. After all, it lead me to Europe.
  6. I have an obsession with small, fat things. I used to dream of being able to shrink a hippopotamus and holding it in my hand, stroking its tummy with the tip of my finger. Until that’s possible though, I’ll settle with my 1-year-old chubby nephew (cuteness overload).
  7. I have manly feet; wide with stumpy toes. Cheers, Dad. *sigh*
  8. I’ve done a nude run in front of 25-odd spectators. It happened at a campfire in Gallipoli a few weeks ago when I lost in a game of odds. I felt pretty liberated afterwards! Perhaps I wouldn’t be saying that if it happened in daylight and I wasn’t slightly intoxicated.
  9. The first time I ever arrived in another country, I said, ‘It’s official – my life is not the Truman show!’ I went to New Caledonia which is a territory of France, in July ’16 via cruise ship.
  10. It’s currently 3:05am and WAY past my bedtime.



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