The Veganza Diaries

Day 30- Who are you?

I’m a monkey in shoes with delusions of felinesque grandeur. Bubbles of unBuddhistliness, occasional sparks of Insight, and ultimately Emptiness.

Same same, but different… or not different. Difficult to say for sure.

And now? I’m finished! 30 day challenge: done.

Day 29- In this past month, what have you learned

That some people actually get confused when one uses “learnt” in place of “learned.” L’anglais, n’est-ce pas?

My iron levels are more stable this pregnancy. I blame the green juice. It’s awesome. Also Crazy Sexy Diet for some new ideas in that regard.

I can eat at Loving Hut when it’s closed because I know people who are inventing the greatest pizza cheese ever.

Malaria fever cures syphilis. And, according to Alice, ebola eats mango seeds… Interesting.

Day 28- A picture of you last year and now, how have you changed since then?

Last year:

Pink and not pregnant.

Now:

Not pink and pregnant.

Day 27- Why are you doing this 30 day challenge

Because it was there.

Testing myself. Victory is (almost) mine!

Partly a countdown to baby #2’s due date, as well.

Day 26- What you think about your friends

Mostly good things. Obviously.

Awesome. Thoughtful. Hilarious. Un-PC. Not into shopping or rugby league. Computery geeks. Book hoarders. Fit. Healthy. Fashionable, but not trendy or superficial. Sophisticated. Irreverent. Irreligious. Artistic or crafty. Tea fiends. Coffee connoisseurs. Nom makers. Overthinkers. Good hair. Kind. Militant!!1 Clever. Good at word games. Prepared for the zombie apocalypse. Open. Aware.

Day 24- A letter to your parents

Dear Parents,

Thank you. Also, I need pyjamas.

Love, Me.

Day 23- Something you crave for a lot

More shoosh and time and smoothies and prettiness and hugs and vegans and insight. More questions! Maybe a few more answers. And tea.

Day 22- What makes you different from everyone else

Not much. We all have a common ancestor. Maybe my fantacular word-crafting and scrabble skills. Maybe 14 years dancing that wrecked my ankles yet didn’t make my feet unpretty. Maybe that I was once unbeatable at chess and now can’t plan a move to save myself. Maybe my hayfeverish intolerances to various baked goods. Maybe my cat whisperer skills. Maybe the excellent pizzas and raw desserts I make. Maybe my mixed-up style of continuum/Spock/authority/hippie parenting. Maybe being able to rockclimb for twice as long as el meato protein powder huffers since going vegan. Maybe how I look very white and straight and possibly even conservative to people who assume things. Maybe being in the 5% of EVE players who are female… if I had time for it anymore…

But mainly you make me different: how the world-at-large labels me defines my supposed uniqueness. I can’t really control that a whole lot, no matter how many “about me” pages I write… which usually reflect what the world has already decided, anyway. I suspect we’re all rather similar inside our heads, despite the variation in drivel that comes out of our mouths and the peculiar and/or violent habits some folks engage in without reasonable questioning or change…

Day 19- Nicknames you have; why do you have them

Short-form of my name: Nay.

Famous people other people have said I look like, thus called me that: Brenda/Shannon (90210), Xena, Willow (Buffy).

Husband says I currently resemble Zooey Deschanel moreso than those people. It’s the hair. It’s always the hair.

Day 18- Plans/dreams/goals you have

Many. Here’s a few of them:

• High-raw long-term

• Live in Europe

• Vegan planet

• Get more sleep

• Improved income

• More publications

• Rockclimbing again post-baybehz

• Travel and unschooling

• Further nutrition study and possibly certification

• Moonlight as a barrista in a vegan café/bookshop, kinda like Bill Murray in Coffee & Cigarettes, but with slightly less… oven cleaner? Crispy clean delirium.

Are you a bug, Bill Murray?

Day 17- Someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why

Real life? I don’t know. Someone on a bigass book tour, maybe. Just to see how bizarre it is.

Not-so-real life? Sookie Stackhouse. I’d be all “What’s up, Eric?” and he’d be all “Not much. Let’s go wipe out that zombie plague in a sexy manner” and I’d be all “Sounds good, ridiculously pretty dead dude.” Then he’d be all “Quit talking like Bill and Ted already” and I’d be all “EXCELLENT.”

I’m a nerd.

Day 15- Put your iPod on shuffle: First 10 songs that play

Ok. I haven’t set up my new iPhone yet. I can’t shuffle. And by “new” I mean “a few months old… at least…” THE SHAME. Instead, have the first 10 songs my brain thinks of at random:

• Ke$ha: Tic Tok

• True Blood title track

• The Police: Message in a Bottle

• The Whitlams: Buy Now, Pay Later

• Def FX: Magick

• New Order: 60 Miles an Hour

• Kylie: Confide In Me

• Type O Negative: Wolf Moon

• Madonna: Papa Don’t Preach

Are you still with me?

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