Last video (I promise)

It's just that studying for Archaeology is turning me into an ancient ruin (see what I did there?), and this song is the only thing stopping me from becoming barbaric (I love Archaeology puns), so I thought I'd share it with you guys and try and make you like it like I do with all other songs I post. Sounds like a good plan. 

Backstreet Boys ARE BACK!

Well in my life anyway. This song came on when I was listening to my old iPod (see previous post), and everything about it (and the video clip) screams 1990's boy band-ness. And the worst thing is that I can't get enough of it! This song is very, VERY catchy. Almost as catchy as the Black Plague, which I am currently writing about for a history essay.


Backstreet Boys - Drowning by smokey3769

Random musings.

I am currently utterly and completely exhusted. Oh the joys of going to two parties and then having to wake up at 6am to babysit!

As per usual, when I haven't posted in a while, the 'Memos' on my Blackberry fill up with things to write/rant/blab on about here. Here are some random thoughts which were skipping around in my head this week:
1. So I hand in my big fat Archaeology essay and go into relaxation mode, only to get an email from our lecturer informing us that we have an exam this coming Wednesday. ARCHAEOLOGY Y U SO MEAN 3 MEE??
2. I was cleaning my room the other day (now it kind of looks less like a bomb hit it), and I came across my beautiful bright pink iPod Nano which was pretty much my life in my early teens. It is literally like a time-capsule, and on Friday my soundtrack consisted of the Backstreet Boys and Britney Spears. I regret nothing.
3. This is random, but I've realised that I hate rushing in the morning. Like I cannot rush in the morning. I am physically incapable of this act. Cannot. Rush. In. Morning. I realised this when I was power-walking late to my lecture one morning this week, and it was pouring with rain. I was holding my umbrella in one hand (that the wind was trying to steal), and was juggling my books AND my coffee in the other, which was causing my coffee to spill out of the slit that you drink it out of, making it run down my hand. Oh, and on top of that I was wearing my Chino pants which are one size too big, so they were beginning to fall down. Great morning.
4. I've added the blog 'Shine By Three' to my blog list on the left-hand side of this page. The girl who runs it, Margaret, goes to my university! She's amazing and you should all check-out her blog if you're into fashion and ze like.
5. Watched Jessica Watson on Dancing With The Stars. Despite some weird-ass acting at the beginning of the dance, which involved her sitting on the stage trying to avoid the romantic advancements of her dancing partner (this acting rivaled that of kindergarten Christmas plays), the actual dance wasn't terrible. I was literally sitting in my seat trying to find things to make fun of, but I couldn't. Kudos to J-Watz!
6. I actually have a giant crush on a British radio presenter called Nick Grimshaw. He is actually hilarious (you can listen to his shows on BBC1), and he's cute in a weirdly hipster way. If you too want to fall in love with him, then watch this video of him (Click here). Not only does he randomly start singing the chorus of the song Call Me Maybe when the actual artist is singing it on live radio, but if you look closely you can see that he has Facebook up on his computer and is on FACEBOOK CHAT during his LIVE RADIO SHOW. Aaaahh got to love Grimmers!
7. You know those songs  that you hear on the radio and they just have the best choruses ever? And you go home and type in on Google the lyrics that you remember in hope of finding out the name of the song? That happened to me this week. It's called 'Heart Skips a Beat' by Olly Murs, and it's just so fun to listen to. Never fails to pick up my mood! Just pop earphones on and listen to it full-blast. Click here to here it. Love the rapping in the thick British accent towards the end!
8. What is with One Direction doing SEVEN shows in Melbourne and SIX shows in Sydney!? I mean, it's dodgy enough that they're selling tickets EIGHTEEN months in advance! So greedy/desperate..they're definitely trying to strike the iron while it's hot!
9. I'm obsessed with the new show The Voice. Enough said.
10. I can't believe I managed to write this much when I'm this tired! #YOLO

Goodbye for now, Cyber Peeps.

ChlobeWan xx

So bad...but so good..

This song is obviously a joke (and manages to make Rebecca Black look talented), but it is SO catchy! As bad as it is, I found myself unable to stop singing "Hot girls we've got problems too, were just like you, except we're hot". So. Darn. Catchy.

I AM COMPETING IN THE OLYMPICS!

This is what I am going to be able to say in four years time. I know it's too late to compete in the London Olympics later this year, but fast-forward four years and I'm going to be on your TV screens, standing on the podium with a gold medal around my neck. You're probably thinking "Uhmmmm...since when has Chloe been so amazing at sport? From what I gather the only exercise she does is walking up stairs...". Well, my friend. I have news for you. Not only am I hoping to compete in the next Olympics, but I want YOU to compete with me. I don't care if your sporting career only involves a two month stint at hockey, or being referee in a PE lesson. I don't care if you can't remember the last time you kicked a ball. I'm talking about a new Olympic sport. A revolution in the history of the Olympics.

I'm talking about Frolicking.

For those who live under a rock and are unfamiliar with the awesome awesomeness of the art of Frolicking, here are the results of my Google search for the definition of Frolicking.
1. (of an animal or person) Play and move about cheerfully, excitedly, or energetically.
2. Play about with someone in a flirtatious or sexual way.

The second definition is completely irrelevant to my proposed Olympic sport, so please pretend you never read that. I should have just deleted it, but it's funny (I'm immature like that).

In plain terms, to 'Frolick', you simply have to skip freely, occasionally leap, move your arms freely, smile like you're on drugs, and just generally look like you're messed up. Now you're probably wondering how I'm going to pitch this as an Olympic sport...my advice? Continue reading.

FROLICKING AS AN OLYMPIC SPORT1. The playing field will be a literal field. I'm talking long grass. I'm talking daisies. It will be a long rectangle (about the size of a swimming pool), with grand-stands lining each side. Oh, and in the semi-finals and grand-finals there will be obstacles such as big rocks and cows. Yes. Moving cows.

2. There will be two categories: Solo and Duo. For the Solo, the individual will be given five minutes to complete their 'Frolicking Routine' to their selected song (I think the ultimate one would be any song from the Sound of Music, 'I'm walking on Sunshine' or perhaps Bohemian Rhapsody). In the Duo category, the proceedings are the same except that there are TWO competitors (Deeeeerp).

3. The competitors will be judged on the following:
A) Fluidity and freedom of arms and leg movements (Marks will be deducted for awkwardness)

B) Use of space
C) The way the competitor reacts to the obstacles
D) How genuine their smile looks
E) The way they interact with the landscape/nature (E.g. Skimming hands along the tall grass whilst skipping/Picking a Daisy and smelling it whilst skipping)
F) Height obtained whilst skipping
G) For the Duo category: How the competitors interact with each other

4. Ways to get disqualified:
A) You're on LSD or Weed (These are the 'Frolicking' equivalent to the other sports' competitors' illegal use of steroids)B) You have springs in your shoes
C) You stand still for more than five seconds
D) Your facial expression changes to one other than 'Incredibly Happy'

So there you have it folks. My new campaign to make Frolicking an Olypmic sport. If you wish to join my team, please click here to watch a 'Frolicking 101', which is a highly educational video made by fellow Frolickers (Who knows-we might be competing against these guys in four years...)

The return of Chlobe-Wan

Wow. I didn't realise it had been a week since I last hit that 'Publish Post' button...time really does fly when you have to write an Archaeology essay worth 50%...but the good news is that I JUST HANDED IT IN AND IT IS NOW OFFICIALLY OUT OF MY LIFE! Well, until I get it back...that day is not one that I am looking forward to in the slightest. I gave it my best shot, and if that's not good enough for you Archaeology...then...IT DOESN'T MATTER BECAUSE I'M DROPPING YOU NEXT SEMESTER! Ex oh ex oh, Chloe.

I am currently situated at a little desk at one of the university libraries, wallowing at the fact that one of my friends are moving to Paris this morning while I am sitting here doing readings about the implementation of public policy for my unit of study Australian Policy. It's one of those units of study that makes me constantly wonder "What was I on when I chose this subject?". We get marked on tutorial participation, and since I have no idea what they're all talking about, I sit there nodding and saying things like "Yes" and "I agree" among other things which makes it look like I care/understand what they're discussing, while my brain is in fact screaming "WHY DID I CHOSE THIS SUBJECT WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY???!!!!!!!! HDSUJIG;NSKJEGNDFJ". The subject doesn't like me back, reflected in me getting completely owned by our first assessment. Bring it on, AusPol. It's on like Donkey Kong.

I know when I haven't updated in a while I do a big fat essay of a post, but I'm off to finish these readings, as boring as they are. But no fear, I'll be back this afternoon where I'll be pitching my idea to make Frolicking an official Olympic sport. The plan is essentially flawless.

Muchos love,
ChlobeWanKenobi x

The one where she fangirls like she's thirteen years old..

So I know I said that I got back from the South Coast last Monday, and I know I said I'd update when I got back. I have one reason to explain my absence for the past week. I met One Direction. If you could not give two rats about them, and would rather watch two slugs hump each other than read about me meeting the sex gods that are One Direction, I suggest you click cross on this page and return to my blog tomorrow where I will be discussing my wish to make frolicking an official Olympic sport.

It all began when they arrived in Sydney on Tuesday, and we worked out which hotel they were staying at. I got there in the afternoon to find about 200 fangirls lurking outside the hotel and screaming like newborn babies everytime a figure appeared at a window. Phoebe and I knew that they wouldn't be coming outside because it was so crazy, so we initiated our mission to get inside the hotel. We tried entering the hotel pretending we were going to the hotel bar (they told us that they were currently only letting in residents), tried getting through the employee's entry, tried the fire exit, and ran down the hotel driveway until a guy shouted "GET OUT OR I'LL CALL THE POLICE". Being the non-rebellious person I am, I ran out of that driveway faster than Jessica Watson runs to the spotlight. That afternoon was pretty much a fail, and we left very disappointed and very freezing (I caught a cold and fainted the next morning...true story. #secretlifeofafangirl).

On Thursday night, Phoebe and I were on a train into the city to meet two friends at One Direction's hotel. I was on Twitter (Yes, I know I'm lame. I Tweet. What of it), and everyone was saying that One Direction were climbing the Harbour Bridge. I kept scrolling down, when I saw one lone tweet that said "Lol at everyone saying that they're climbing the Bridge...I'm outside Hordon Pavilion and they're rehearsing!". I didn't know whether to believe it or not, but after a short panicked conversation with Phoebe, we decided it was a major case of YOLO (You Only Live Once), and we jumped of at the next station and literally legged it to Hordon Pavilion. IT TURNS OUT THE GIRL WASN'T LYING! We heard the entire soundcheck, and what made it even better was that the boys were mucking around and changing the lyrics to stuff like "I'll slap you with my dick". There were about 100 girls there when we arrived, but as time passed everyone started going home. It was getting really late and we were going to leave and go to the hotel, as the boys would just get into the awaiting van and drive there anyway. But at 10.30pm, my life was made.

 One Direction literally just walked out of Hordon and came and started talking to the small number of fans that were left! Phoebe was talking to Niall (she told him to come to the Irish pub in the Rocks with us and he said yes...even though he didn't mean it I can't get over that!), and I was talking to Harry who without make up literally just looks like a normal teenage guy. I told him to come out clubbing with us, and he laughed and said he was being forced to go back to the hotel and sleep because they're "working tomorrow". I didn't even notice what he said, because my internal organs had died at the fact that I made Harry laugh.  I took some photos, got him to sign my hand, cringed at the 14 year old who screamed at him "HARRY WILL YOUUU DEFLOWER ME" and then they left. We hopped into our friend's car and followed their van all the way to the hotel, blasting their music along the way, and they just went straight inside! I felt a bit bad for the fans who had been waiting outside the hotel in the cold thinking that they were climbing the Harbour Bridge... but nothing could really burst my bubble of happiness because I had officially met my future husband. And his writing is on my hand.

The End.

One last thing before I run away down the coast

I was sitting in the library today (yes, I know I'm cool), and as a means of escaping the readings I had to do for Archaeology, I decided to log into my old Hotmail account with 4000 unread emails. Turns out it was the best procrastination ever! Apart from TONNES of spam (I won six million pounds in five different emails...I refuse to believe this is a scam), I stumbled across some awesome/hilarious emails. Not only were there some from you guys (I replied-sorry if it was a year/couple of months overdue!) which were absolutely awesome to read, but I also went all the way back in my sent items to emails I had sent when I first created the account (I was thirteen). I came across one particular email that I sent to my favourite band back then, One Night Only, that was so funny I nearly cried. And I wondered why they never replied...Here is what I wrote:

yeah hi im chloe and im australian

i live in sydney which is ok

u shuld come here

 

Wasn't I the coolest tween EVER? What an imaginative and captivating piece of fan mail. I should really just win the Nobel Prize for Literature.

 

 

 

 

So writing this post is a new experience, because the format of my Blogspot dashboard has been 'updated'. Since I'm not technologically savvy like the majority of my generation, bear with me whilst I try to navigate my way around. The new format is so weird I don't even know how to make a title for this post...this is a learning experience for both of us (a learning experience that may or may not take a couple of weeks....).

You may not believe this, but I survived those two assignments. Yeah, I couldn't believe it either. I honestly didn't think that I'd be able to write a new essay on a Crusade that was ACTUALLY ONE OF THE ESSAY OPTIONS (I still can't get over my idiocy), but I managed to do it. However, in order to do so, I had to sacrifice going to a friend's party and the rest of my weekend. It kind of felt like my HSC year all over again (bad memories..baaaaad memories). With those assignments out of the way, I basically have no work to do, with the exception of an Archaeology essay which I'm naturally avoiding. Since handing in those two assignments, I've basically moved into the two bars at my university. On one occasion they were playing Friends on the big screen. I love university....

Tomorrow morning I'm running away with my family to Broulee, minus the running away part. We're driving down for Easter, but no need to have a psycho emotional breakdown at the thought of my absence-I'll be back on Monday afternoon. Broulee is literally one of my favourite places on Earth, and it especially always beautiful at this time of year. I won't blab on about how amazing/gorgeous/refreshing it is, because I always write about it on this blog when I'm going down there/have just been down there. I won't bore you with my sad attempts at describing how wonderful it is, but I will tell you that you should all go there once in your life. If you don't live in Australia, then I suggest that you click cross on this webpage, run to your car (or get your parents to drive you), and drive to the airport to hop on the next flight. I'm joking...but seriously...you know what to do. I am now off to do some readings for my Archaeology and then head off to university. There are a couple of gatherings for different societies this afternoon, so that's where I'll be (naturally taking exploiting the free drinks/pizza). 

So long, cyber peeps. I hope you all have amazingly amazing Easters and that you don't overdose on chocolate, because if you did, then who would I be able to rant about my life to on this blog?

ChlobeWan x

P.s. I chipped my tooth in my sleep last night. I'm really normal.