Roll up..

Melbourne.

Natural beauty..

The time has come….

The walrus said.

To cook a stew,

avoid resting your head

to live and not seem dead.

Does it rhyme? Alliteration all wrong? Most likely. The point is, the time really has come. It’s time, to be an adult, cook a stew, stop swanning about in my pyjamas for days on end and adopt a zen attitude.

Calm, cool and collected or god forbid, “zen” isn’t something I have ever been good at. In order to achieve a state of zen like bliss (no, I am not taking up yoga) I am have finally decided on a major as part of my bachelor of arts.  I have study commitment issues because, well, I have issues finishing anything. Even stew.