Just like millions of other people, I’ve established my New Year’s resolutions for 2017. Unlike many of them, I will stick to them and I’ll be using this post as a way to keep myself in check. Using my list of how to make 2017 the best year yet , I’ll be working hard to ensure I fulfil each and every one of my resolutions. I know in the post I just linked I kind of diss resolutions, but I think there’s a difference between people making resolutions for the sake of making them just because everyone else is and those who genuinely intend on accomplishing them.

I’ve separated my goals into a variety of categories to make them easier to read and follow. These include health, sport, university, social, work and blog.

-Practice mindfulness
-Meditate everyday
-Stay fit and exercise often- primarily because I noticed a huge change when I exercised a lot more, both with my mental health and my physical health.
-Make the most of the opportunity to see a psychologist and undergo therapies that will help me ensure my mental health is in the best condition possible.
-Just to relax tbh..

-start rugby 
-work hard, efficiently and consistently to ensure I put myself in the best position possible to ensure I am at the top of my game

-Work smart when studying so I can achieve the marks I want
-To relax and not freak out during exams

-make new friends and take risks when meeting new people
-get out and about more often
-consistently practice different languages- I don’t have to be fluent by the end of the year but I intend on having an extensive understanding
-travel more

-depending on this job, to continue to budget and save money
-find another job that will help me not only help my financial status, but also give me valuable experience for my future.

– to increase the number of followers on all media platforms and engage with my followers
-to meet other bloggers and establish friendships with them
-to post high quality content and engage with my readers
-monetise the blog

So here were a couple of my goals. What are yours?

As an athlete, there’s nothing more annoying/devastating/frustrating/testing than when you get injured. All that hard work building yourself up. All your best attempts to not get injured. All that training and mental preparation you’ve gone through to put yourself in the best position as possible. It seems like it all goes down the drain as soon as soon as you feel that pain you dread- whether it be a sudden pull or a lingering ache. I can relate to that- far more than anyone should. I’ve had about 13 sidelining injuries since 2009ish and I’m praying that’s about all for now. Injuries, unfortunately, are an inevitable part of being an athlete or physically active and you’re a rare one if you can say that you haven’t been injured.

A couple of months ago, I joined the gym and began my journey towards making the 2020 Olympic 7s team (as you are probably already aware of). Anyway, a few weeks in, there was a week where my right hip was really sore. The pain wasn’t new but it was never as consistent as this. Anyway, as the hypochondriac I am, I insisted on going to the doctors as I was worried there was something seriously wrong. La la la, you know the drill. So after the doctor ruled out everything I was worried it might be, I was sent to do an x-ray and then to an ultra-sound. Both came back clear. I might just add that this was the fourth time I’d seen a doctor for this sort of pain. The first time I went, I was told to take laxatives. The second, it was just stress and anxiety (which wasn’t all wrong, but still). When I went for the third time, I was told I had endometriosis and was put on the pill (even though I wasn’t referred to any kind of specialist and wasn’t instructed to anything further than “just take the pill and you should see a difference”). The pill barely lasted a day and I decided against taking it after that. But that’s a story for another time.

Ok, back to the fourth doctor. After telling me that the results for both came back clear, she advised me to go see a physio. And that I did and I got the answer I needed. A couple of months down the track and I’ve been working at it to get back to training ASAP. The plan is that next week I’ll re-start my “return to sport” routine and then rugby starts on the 12th of January. It’s going to take time, but persistence is key and soon enough I’ll be fitter than I’ve ever been to be honest.

My situation has thus inspired me to write a list of HOW TO SURVIVE BEING INJURED so here it goes:

→ Think positive, think resilient, think strong
Your mentality during the time you’re out plays a huge factor in your return. Think positive- remind yourself that your injury is just a blip in your journey and you need to look optimistically towards the future. Work hard and you’ll be back before you know it. Think resilient- you can overcome anything when you put your mind to it. Don’t let an injury break you (pardon the pun) to the point where you give up. You can do this. Think strong- like thinking resiliently, you have to think strong to ensure that you can overcome whatever injury you have and work hard towards your return. Yes, it can be a struggle. A big one. But keep your eye on the prize. Don’t let your previous hard work go to waste.

→ Watch what you eat
When you’re not as active, you’re not going to be able to eat like you usually do. You’ll have to watch what you eat to ensure you don’t pack on unnecessary weight, interfere with your body’s ability to patch itself up or to make sure you don’t feel sluggish and unhealthy. Again, you’ve already worked hard to get where you are (no matter where that might be)- don’t let it go to waste because you lacked discipline.

→ Train the parts of your body that aren’t injured
For example, if you’ve got an ankle injury (that’s not serious)  you could work on your upper body whereby you don’t need to put any strain on your ankle. If you’ve got a wrist injury, then you can work on legs. However, this advice is for the injuries that are confined to specific places. I wouldn’t suggest doing this if you’ve injured a major part of your body like your back because you’re going to need your back muscles to do a lot. I’d also like to take a moment to remind you that I’m not an expert in sports science/physiotherapy/medicine etc so all this is not to be your be all and end all advice. I’m merely just telling you my experiences in case you’re looking for someone to relate to. Ultimately, at the very least, stay active in some form or another. Don’t just lounge around all day (unless you really have to).

→ Take the opportunity to work on something you wouldn’t usually work on/do something you wouldn’t usually do
You probably have a bit more time on your hands when you’re injured because you’re not training as much. You find yourself in a state where you’re questioning, ‘what now’. I say do something you wouldn’t usually do. No, that doesn’t mean going on weekend benders and partying 24/7. I still strongly advise you to have a good night’s sleep every night and to maintain a healthy lifestyle. What I do suggest is, don’t sit around and wait until the day you can finally return to training. Read a good book. Catch up with people. Spend time with those around you. Keep yourself occupied to get your mind off your current struggle. When you keep busy, you’re not thinking about the ‘what ifs’ and the ‘shouldn’t I be doings..’.

→ Consider it a blessing in disguise
Sometimes, being injured was meant to happen to you. Maybe you started going too hard. Maybe you started losing perspective on something. Perhaps it was a sign that you needed to look at what you were doing- or something else for that matter- from a different perspective. Stay open minded and see what happens. Think outside the box.

Here were a  couple of tips from me, the so-called Queen of Injuries. Hopefully, in the coming months I’ll shake off that nickname for good and get going on doing what I really love to do.

And I hope you can do the same.

note: I’m no expert in this sort of thing. I don’t have any qualifications so please do not only utilise this advice. It’s just me sharing my experiences but this is not proper medical advice from a registered professional. 


I don’t consider myself much of a stereotypical writer, except for the way I fell in love with it. You hear about how people have been writing for as long as they could remember or how reading and writing have always been huge parts of their lives. Then you hear about those who were late bloomers and found their voice when they were older. I fall into the first category. I’ve always loved reading and have loved writing stories since I was around six or seven years old. I’d sit in front of the desktop computer for hours on end and come up with short story after short story. I’d be inspired by movies I watched or thoughts I’d had and come up with things I wonder now, how I wrote. I think one story I wrote was inspired by Read it and Weep and another was inspired by Sky High…or maybe the one I’m thinking about was a mix of the two. In grade one, I wrote a short story about ten kids who were also crime fighters and my teacher told me how her step-dad was confused as he thought she taught grade ones and not grade fours after reading my piece. I don’t know why, to be honest- but I love to write. I just do.

→ An escape
I think one of the reasons I love writing is because I can escape from reality to a world that I not only created, but can also control. It gives me an opportunity to be other people and see things from different perspectives. I can escape from the stress and problems of my daily life and just immerse myself into a totally different world without spending a dime. I can imagine scenarios and vicariously live through my characters in lives I may or may not have in the future.

→ Creativity
I’m a strong believer in the importance of creativity. Now as a law student, I’ve realised that once you hit a certain age everything becomes far more black and white and bland. You don’t get many opportunities to be able to write creatively and think artistically. You could argue that you can be creative with potential solutions, however that’s usually confined to a range of principles and laws. For a while, I didn’t write much and if I had to be honest, it was a struggle. I didn’t like the inability to have a creative outlet whatsoever.

→ Express myself
Writing provides me an opportunity to express myself in an art form. I know people who don’t have any creative outlets and have noticed the effects and differences between those who do have these outlets and those who don’t. I consider myself very lucky to be someone who does because I get the chance to reap the benefits. Through writing, I can express my thoughts, views and feelings through other characters and I love the feeling that brings.

→ To entertain  
I was born on August 5th which makes me a Leo. I know a lot of people are skeptical about the whole zodiac thing but I can safely say I share a lot of traits that a Leo is supposed to have. Two of those are being an entertainer and making people happy and also craving attention (but the good kind of attention). Writing allows me a platform to entertain people whilst also attaining attention from my readers. That sounds so much more attention-seeking and superficial than I expected it to be…but at least I’m being honest…

There’s something powerful about creating something that is yours and yours alone. Writing brings about this feeling and it’s yet another reason why I love to write. There are so many more reasons why I write and if I wrote them all down, you’d probably stop reading. So here were a couple of reasons. What are yours?

Why do you like to write?

This time last year, I was walking around my dad’s home town of Sibenik in Croatia. Now I think about it, I wouldn’t mind being back there right now. The cobblestone alleyways and the centuries of history surrounding you, it’s not too hard to get swept up in the sheer magical simplicity of the town. Sibenik is situated on the Dalmatian coast and is north of Split and south of Zadar. Growing up, I’d heard so much about it and couldn’t wait to visit- and let me tell you, it didn’t disappoint. Although the best time of year to go is during Summer, it’s still just as beautiful in the winter.  

It was great to finally visit dad’s side of the family and catch up with them. It was also great to see where dad grew up, put names to actual people and just be able to walk around and see the differences between life there and back here in Melbourne. One thing I particularly found quite amusing was the abundance of profanity when old friends of dad’s would realise it was him and that he was back visiting. We went to a shoe store to find my brother some new sneakers and it turned out that the guy who worked went to school with dad in the eighties. I also enjoyed hearing all the stories of what him and his friends got up to when they were my age or younger. Not even the language barriers could get in the way of a hilarious story.

After Christmas, we spent four days in Zagreb, which is Croatia’s capital. It’s not a big city, but boy, there was a lot of history I could not wait to see (because I’m a total nerd like that). Whilst my family were more interested in St. Mark’s Church, I was definitely more intrigued by the Hrvatski Sabor (Croatian parliament)  right next to it. My mum’s uncle and aunty were basically guides for us as we went through and I learnt so much about the city. I found it interesting that during the Communist era, the government ordered for the windows facing the church to be blocked by bricks so they did not have to look at the religious feature that was the church. Next time I go back to Zagreb, I would love to visit the Drazen Petrovic museum and see Maksimir stadium by day (and perhaps even go to a Dinamo game). Unfortunately, this time round we didn’t have the time to go to either. After the four days, it was back to Sibenik.

I swear I wasn’t grumpy

You can tell Anthony is far more into the church than the Sabor…actually he prefers the kazaliste (theatre)..

Being able to stand in the middle of Trg Bana Jelacica was amazing and a dream come true to be honest- so much history in such a small space

Here are some of my favourite moments from the trip:

→ Seeing where Drazen Petrovic grew up and also visiting the memorial in Sibenik
I’m a huge sports fan (if you hadn’t noticed already) so one of the major things I was excited for was getting to see everything and anything related to Petro. I got to visit the memorial in Baldekin as well as the exact location where he played next to his apartment when he was growing up. To say the very least, I fangirled….a lot. I even wore my Nets no.3 jersey and a lot of locals were quite proud to realise that Petrovic was remembered all the way in Australia. There was one day when dad, myself and my brother went to a store that had a heap of different t-shirts and I bought one with Petrovic on it and it turns out the owner of the store knew his mother. He said he would tell her that Australian- Croatians bought the t-shirt and yes, I fangirled some more.

This was a light-up basketball- so basically you step on it and it lights up- so yes, every time I walked past it I HAD to go on!

This is the t-shirt I bought and I got a free badge with it. Perks of being an Aussie.

→ Seeing Krapanj
Krapanj is a small island off the coast of Sibenik and it’s where my grandma was born. It’s a picturesque island and I was lucky the weather turned it up the day we went. We had to catch a boat from Brodarica to the island and let’s just say the combination of my cousin, my dad and myself could be a bit troublesome. We managed to walk around the island in an hour but I absolutely loved it. It was quite funny when my other cousin asked me how long it would take to get around Melbourne, suggesting an hour, maybe two. I told him that it would probably take a day to do half the CBD itself. He was quite surprised to be honest. I guess that was a big difference between Sibenik and Melbourne- the sizing. You could walk everywhere in Sibenik- Melbourne? Not so much. Krapanj had its comedic moments. We walked down a narrow pathway and I looked up to find a bulldog (I think it was a bulldog) standing on the roof of a house (as per the photo). Then I looked down and found a CFMEU sticker above a letter box (CFMEU is a construction worker’s union that’s constantly in the headlines in Australia). From that, I dubbed Krapanj “Mini Melbourne”. To top it off, we met my dad’s aunty’s cousin and another Australian guy that worked with him. Hearing him speak with an Australian accent made me feel oddly relieved. I didn’t realise how much I missed hearing someone with a proper Aussie accent.


→ New Year’s Eve

So in Croatia, your pyrotechnics were easy to get a hold of. You literally just walked into a supermarket and voila, you had an entire stand of them just like they were chocolate bars. Mum wasn’t a big fan and it was a bit of a give or take for my brother. Dad and I though? We loved them! I mean, dad had to be careful not to be too excited in front of mum to avoid the death stare but the both of us thought they were really cool. It was definitely a big difference from Melbourne and I’m really missing the sporadic loud bangs here. There was one time when we were walking around the town and someone let one off and it was louder than usual to the point where mum literally jumped. Dad and I both found it amusing though. Before I get onto New Year’s Eve, I just want to mention the time where we almost got the police called on us because one of the firecrackers smoked up much more than we intended it to and one of the neighbours was screeching from her window that she’d call the cops. My two cousins, myself and their dog sprinted back up the stairs as fast as we could and let our dads deal with the consequences. Luckily, the lady realised it was only us and was more interested in catching up with my dad than anything else. Anyway, onto New Year’s Eve.  Tonight more than ever were those firecrackers going off. A group of us went to the park next to HNK Sibenik’s football stadium and my uncle and his son set off two fireworks. Whilst we were there, heaps of other people in the neighbourhood were tossing petarde off balconies and igniting fireworks on terraces. It. Was. Amazing. I mean, dad was like “oh yeah, it reminds me of the war” which got me thinking how many ex-soldiers hated that time of the year due to their PTSD. Nevertheless, once it hit midnight, I have to say that the fireworks and atmosphere in Sibenik was literally the best I have ever experienced. We stood on my baka’s balcony and watched as fireworks exploded all over the town- from the town square to all the terraces. It’s definitely an experience you wouldn’t find in Melbourne. I was speechless and just entranced by how wicked it was.

Told you

→ Krka/Skradin/Visovac
Now you’ve probably heard about Krka (those really pretty waterfalls that Croatia is pretty much renowned for) and may have heard about Skradin. Apparently, a tonne of billionaires like Bill Gates love going to Skradin in the summer. Anyway, one Saturday my uncle, aunty, my two cousins and I headed to Krka and Skradin for a day out. It was an overcast day but that did not take away the beauty of what I saw. I could only imagine how amazing it would be in summer. The waterfalls were stunning and it didn’t disappoint at all.  Driving between Krka and Skradin, we went through a number of towns that were significant in the war, likely due to their connection between Knin, Sibenik and other seaside towns. This is something I found particularly intriguing because again, history buff right here and even more so because I had direct connections to it. I was particularly psyched to drive through Cavoglave but more on that later. First, Skradin. Like Krka, Skradin was gorgeous. The national park was beautiful, although I have to say I wasn’t exactly wearing the best attire for climbing that many stairs. The view was worth it though. My uncle was pleased, although us kids were kind of straggling along. Even my overly energetic cousin was lagging behind me. Once we got down the stairs and were following my uncle and aunty, we resorted to singing random songs like Umirem 100x Dnevno to distract us from how exhausted we were. If anyone was considering going to either Krka or Skradin- GO. Don’t hesitate- just go.  Anyway, onto Visovac. Visovac is a tiny island with a Franciscan monk monastery on it. The towns nearby all were quite populated with former soldiers from the war and you could tell because A. Many of the men there were wearing their military jackets or clothing with defence force insignia on it and B. There were a fair share of military posters and signs around. There’s a lookout on top of a hill where you can see Visovac from. Next to it, there’s a cross with a rosary bead on it and also a statue of Petar Svacic who I think was the last king of Croatia. Looking out of the monastery, it was oddly…soothing. It was like you knew you were looking out over history which to me was incredibly special. Alright, now back to Cavoglave. During the war, a song called Bojna Cavoglave was released and it ended up becoming a bit of a patriotic war cry for Croatians. It was only natural that when we drove through Cavoglave we would start singing it and I ended up blasting it from my phone. Next time I go back, I would love to go to Knin to see where Tudjman, Gotovina and others stood after Operation Storm. Because you know, I’m a history buff like that (and to be fair, Operation Storm was basically on my birthday).

I never said we were mature


→ Solaris and some other family property
On another day, we went to Solaris which was a famous resort in Sibenik. Let me tell you- the weather seriously turned it up for us. If I didn’t tell you that we were in the middle of winter, I’m pretty sure you would have thought it was the middle of summer instead. Although we did have a little bit of a hiccup at the beginning (thanks dad for settling the situation before the cops got called on us…again- I swear I’m not problematic!). Now I wrote that, I’ve realised that we faced threats of having the cops called on us…Only I. Only I… Anyway, once we got in, we walked to the coastline and it was absolutely stunning. I have no words for it. The photos say it all. Again, I’d love to go back there in the summer time and just chill on the beach there. After Solaris, we went to a property which honestly, I have no idea whose it was or where it was- it was just really pretty. There was a massive lake and because it was quite warm, my cousin decided to stand in the water. I would have joined him if only my jeans weren’t so tight and I could roll them up properly. Anyway, the funniest moment where was probably when my uncle told my brother to lift his hand out and of course, my brother did and my uncle told him he had a rock to give him. Yeah, a rock- more like some sort of crab. I may or may not have squealed and jumped back a few metres- my brother though. My goodness, his reaction was one of the funniest things I have ever seen. He started screaming and sprinted faster than I’d ever seen him run in the opposite direction. On top of that, we were standing on rocks so it wasn’t a flat surface either and he ran along them as though he was on a flat surface. The things you do when you’re terrified.

→ The artwork and history
Something I particularly loved about Sibenik and Zagreb was the street art and the history it represented. Especially in Sibenik, there were heaps of murals painted on walls depicting several things. They’d either be related to football, the war or other sports like basketball. Driving to Split, we would see heaps of Hajduk Split logos or the face of the rebel with a bandana covering his nose and mouth painted on the side of walls and fences and even on the side of roads. I’d usually stop and take a moment to look at the artwork, even if it was just a bit of graffiti because generally, they’d always have a deeper meaning to it. I found this incredibly authentic and added to the beauty of the place. To someone not familiar to Croatian history, they’d probably just be like that’s nice but wouldn’t really appreciate the meaning behind the art. However, as someone with Croatian heritage and a significant understanding of the history, I cannot even begin to express the appreciation I had for what I saw.

So these were only a couple of my favourite things from my trip to Croatia in December ‘15/January ‘16. I hope you enjoyed it and let me know what you think in the comments below.



I know. I know. I’m a bit late to the whole Christmas tag/Blogmas thing or whatever it’s called. Better late than never though.

Anyway, there’s 4 days until Christmas and I feel like everything has gone so quickly this year. I’ve spoken to customers at work and so many of them have said how fast 2016 has gone and how sick of Christmas shopping they are. Then again, shopping for hours on end in the biggest shopping centre in the southern hemisphere does take a toll on you. What used to be a novelty for me is now something I roll my eyes at. But if you do love your shopping, Chadstone is the place to go.  I’m not sure what other places do, but most shopping centres in Melbourne have a 34 hour trade period between the 23rd and 24th of December- which basically means it’s open for 34 hours. Now you can imagine how hectic that gets. Anyway, in the spirit of Christmas, I’ve decided to do a bit of a Christmas tag. I was initially going to do a couple of lists but then decided that the Christmas tag would be far more efficient.

What’s your favourite Christmas movie?

I’ve always loved The Santa Clause and consider it a classic. Actually, just throw in all the Santa Claus movies. I absolutely love Nothing Like the Holidays. Not only does it have a great cast, but it’s a great mix of comedy and family drama that many of us can relate to in some form of another. I do have to give an honourable mention Christmas in Conway which I have to say is one of the most adorable, gut-wrenching Christmas movies out there. It was on as a midday movie once and as a big fan of Andy Garcia, I decided to watch it and got completely hooked on it…even though I should have been studying. It was a study break, ok? I just needed to know if he finished building the ferris wheel or not!

Have you ever had a white Christmas?

Nope. Living in Australia, it’s kind of a bit too hot for a white Christmas. I spent 2015 in Croatia, but unfortunately it didn’t snow in Sibenik.

Where do you usually spend your holiday?

Usually at home in Melbourne, but who knows where I’ll be in the future.

What is your favourite Christmas song?

Ha…well…here we go. I don’t know why, but I’ve always loved Drummer Boy since I was a little kid and it’s sort of just stuck with me. My favourite versions are by Aly & AJ and Josh Groban (that instrumental in Groban’s though- goosebumps much?). Another favourite is naturally All I want for Christmas is you. Even though it gets played way too much at work, I just couldn’t hate it. It’s so catchy and upbeat and just a fabulous sing-a-long…and oddly relatable. Although, I seem to never get “all I want for Christmas”…anyway, moving on from my non-existent love life. Feliz Navidad is another favourite- it’s catchy and it makes me look smart when I can sing the Spanish part. Once I was in a shop with two of my friends and it started playing and of course I started singing along to it- both the Spanish and English parts- and my friends just stared at me for a second before walking off on me.

Do you open any presents on Christmas Eve?

Nope. That’s left for Christmas day in my family. Unless, there’s a relative who insists.

Can you name all of Santa’s reindeer?

Hardly. Rudolph. Prancer. Dancer? (Is Dancer one or am I just mixing him up with Prancer?) Honestly, asking me to name the reindeer is like asking me to name all of Snow White’s 7 dwarves- although I have gotten better at that since watching Once Upon a Time.

What holiday traditions are you looking forward to this year?

Eating all the food to be honest. I’m not much of a baker so all the actual production of the creation of all the food is not something I particularly enjoy doing. Other than that, probably watching Christmas movies and listening to Christmas songs. We also have Carols by Candelight here so I’m looking forward to watching that one Christmas Eve.

Is your Christmas tree real or fake?

It’s real this year- much to my dad’s dismay because he has hayfever. He reacts to the real trees and I react to the fake one because of the dust so nobody wins. I love real Christmas trees because it makes the house smell like Christmas. It’s not until I smell that pine tree scent that I can tell it’s really Christmas. Whilst we’re on the topic of Christmas trees, you know it’s really Christmas when my parents won’t stop blabbing on about how many times I pulled the Christmas tree onto me or almost did so when I was a kid….

What is your all time favourite holiday treat/food/sweet?

Honestly, I just love the excuse to have an abundance of food. My family often has a pig on the spit or something of the sort and it’s absolutely divine. As for sweets, we have heaps of Croatian sweets that are absolutely to die for. Two of my favourites would have to be mađarica and medenjake. Another more recent sweet I like are rum balls- I never used to be a fan but this year it’s been a struggle not to polish off everything on the tray. They’re addictive.

Be honest, do you like giving gifts or receiving gifts better?
This one’s a bit tough because I’m not really in the financial state to give as much as I would like. However, it does get exciting waiting to see someone’s reaction to the gift I got them. But I’m also going to sound like a selfish brat but I love receiving presents. Even though when people ask me what I want I tell them nothing and insist that they get me nothing, it’s always nice to get something.

What is the best Christmas present you have ever received?

There have been a couple of good ones, but two that stand out are Australian Open tickets (which have become a tradition for me) and NKOTBSB tickets.

What would be your dream place to visit during holiday season? 

After being in Zagreb for a couple of days after Christmas last year and visiting the night markets, I’d have to primarily stick with European countries. Those night markets are amazing. I’d love to go back to Zagreb again for that. I learnt German for 6 years and along with that, came the awareness of of the Weihnachtsmarkt. So I’d say between Germany, Austria, France and those kind of countries. Additionally, I’d probably have to include New York because I’m cliche like that.

Are you a pro present wrapper or fail miserably?


Most memorable Christmas moment?

Probably spending it with my relatives in Sibenik last year.

What made you realise the truth about Santa?

I don’t know. It kind of just happened, but it’s all just a bit of fun. I don’t get people who so insistent on kids learning the “truth” about Santa. Like, just stop please. Go back under your non-festive rock, mate.

What makes the holidays special for you?

I guess it’s just the overall festivity that most people celebrate. It’s not like a birthday where only people who know who you are celebrate it, but it’s something many people have in common. A majority of the time, people are nice to each other and it’s just….relaxing. Also, it’s the only time of year where it’s technically acceptable to blast certain songs through the house.

What about you guys? Comment below.