DAMMIT

So yesterday my winning streak of optimism continued:
1. My eye infection disappeared
2. MUM GOT THE NEW IPHONE AND GAVE ME HER OLD ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am now part of the iPhone crew. No more plastic phones for me.

3. I read the Harry Potter 7 Part 2 reviews that have been surfacing on the internet and it is safe to say that the movie sounds amazing. Oh, and Emma Watson looked AMAZING at the premiere!

4. I'm about 98.76% sure Dad bought me Chanel Chance while he was in Prague..BEST PERFUME EVERR. HNRUONWFUIOSDHKFNSDKG. 

5. Matt got disqualified from Masterchef, and I nearly cried tears of joy. I have this conspiracy theory that he is actually a Death Eater (DOES HE LOOK LIKE ONE OR WHAT. I swear that amongst his revolting tattoos he has the Dark Mark). However, I WAS SO ANGRY THAT PETER WENT HOME WHEN PEOPLE LIKE SUN AND ELLIE ARE STILL IN THE DAMN COMPETITION. HESFOUFHSDUOFHSDFSD. Even though Peter is gay/middle-aged I have this emotional connection to him! Seriously! Whenever the judges are mean to him I want to give him a cuddle. So imagine my reaction when he left. But it was all ok in the end, because he seemed really motivated and optimistic towards achieving his dream. Naaaaww.

So yeah, yesterday was pretty sweet. Today is not.

I woke up with a mother of an eye infection IN MY OTHER DAMN EYE. MORE PROOF THAT KARMA HATES ME. It's so bad that I can't even do any work. Poo.

OPTIMISM

So yarrr, I just returned from my getaway to Broulee with Phoebe and Eleni. I had so much going on in that little brain of mine that I think that it would have exploded if I didn't get out of Sydney. Turns out that going down the coast was exactly what I needed in terms of clearing my head and relaxing for the first time in a while.

Here's the trip in bullet points:

• Car trip down was hilarious. I nearly cried of happiness when we pulled in for a break at Berry and saw that a local cafe sold Toby's Estate coffee.
• For the first afternoon we put sleeping bags out on the grass and literally just collapsed there playing music whilst soaking in the sun (I swear my skin hasn't seen the sun's rays since we inhabited the year 12 common room). I wore my bikini for the first time in AAAGGEESSS (yay for abnormally warm weather!).
• Despite being on a beach getaway, we got addicted to the tv show The City. There is nothing better than crappy tv which doesn't require any usage of your brain.I actually want to slap Olivia across the face.
• I got a substantial (and surprising) amount of study done! I'm a terrible procrastinator, so I had Phoebe lock me out on the balcony with a table, a chair and my textbooks
• MASTERCHEF AT NIGHT. I'M SORRY, BUT BILLY GETTING ELIMINATED?? REALLY?? Hopefully he'll come back tonight when the revolting Matt gets disqualified. 
• I watched the Notebook and tried to be a typical teenage girl and cry at the end, but I failed. It's just so incredibly laaaaaamee/unrealistic.
• We went horse riding down in the valley and I saw what must have been a group of 100 kangaroos. I hadn't been riding since I was in year 10 so it was nice to get back on a horse!
• We went out for dinner on the last night, and when we drove home we played Eenie Meenie, by the one and only Justin Beiber, full blast. Definite guilty pleasure.
• At night the stars were absolutely incredible. The sky was literally scattered with stars, and we could see a galaxy which was insanely amazing. It's so sad to think that those stars are always there but because of the smog we can't see them in Sydney.
• I had the most amazing muffin at the Muffin Shop-Blackberry and white chocolate. Yuuumm.
• One night we were walking along the beach and there were two guys, one of which was playing the guitar. Everything was so silent that all I could hear were the waves and his guitar.
• I dreading my return to Sydney, but now that I'm home I'm really motivated/optimistic/inspired. I had so much going on in my head that the clean air of Broulee proved to be just what I needed.

Today has been spent watching Keeping up with the Kardashians. IT'S SO FUNNY. Shallow, but funny.
Almost as funny as the news report below. Watch the whole thing!

FUARK.

I can officially confirm to you that the week that just passed was in fact the worst week of my schooling career.
If you aren't up to date with the never-ending drama that was my Extension History major work, please read the post below before you read this!

So as I previously wrote, on the weekend I rewrote my major work from scratch (for the 5th time). I was so happy with it, due to the fact that I ACTUALLY UNDERSTOOD what I was writing about, and I was confident that my essay reflected this understanding. My previous essays didn't make sense because I DIDN'T EVEN UNDERSTAND IT.  I handed it to my teacher on Monday to read through (the final thing was to be handed in on Friday), and he gave it back to me on Tuesday (3 days before the final major work is handed in). Here's how our conversation went
Me: Is it better now?
Teacher: It was so shit that I was swearing out of frustration. Ask anyone in my staffroom.
Me: Are you serious?
Teacher: Chloe, you cannot hand this in. I guess all you can do is go back to your old one.
Me: The one that you said didn't make sense and is 1000 words under the word limit?
Teacher: Yes.

So basically I had 3 days to rewrite my entire major work and somehow manage to finish my 6000 word draft of my Extension 2 English major work. I was so stressed that afternoon/night that I actually could not eat or focus on anything-I literally just sat on my bed and cried because I no idea how I was going to finish either of them in 3 days. Over the next 3 days, I was so tired and stressed that I could hardly eat/didn't have time to eat. And I really love my food, so that's saying something.
 Extension 2 English was due on the Thursday, and I finished it at around midnight the night before and handed it in just before the cut off (10am)! On Thursday, after I got Extension 2 out of the way, I didn't go to class and just chained myself to a computer where didn't get off it until I had written 2500 words. My year advisor was so worried about me that I literally had to have 7 meetings with her throughout the day (SHE'S SO NICE). 
I couldn't believe it when I looked at the word count and saw that it read '2456 words'. I got home and worked on it until around 11 (managing to fit Masterchef into my schedule..yes, Kumar deserved to be elimintated), and when I printed out I literally just sat there looking at it wondering how the hell I managed to write my entire major work the day before it was due. The song 'Woman on a Mission' has never been so relevant to my life.
I handed it in at 2nd half of lunch on Friday, and after I signed it off I sprinted down the corridor at 345km/hour whilst doing a psycho dance. Once I arrived at the common room, I just collapsed on the floor in front of the heater and basically didn't move until school was over. Oh, and Cindy came back from Central Station with 8 tubs of Ben&Jerry's half-baked cookie-dough icecream. The day improved from there-on the way home I found $2 in my shoe, got a free coffee, and then at night went to my friend's 18th where I could actually relax for the first time in a long time. Bring on the holidays.

And that is my cool story for the day.

p.s. I'm going away to Broulee until Wednesday with Eleni (click here for her Tumblr). I'll do a mega-post about our adventures and some photos upon my return. Until then,
CHLOE :D

AMAZINGNESS

Need I say more?



P.S. Today when I was walking to Edmunds and Greer, I thought to myself "I think that it's time to stop getting a sugar in my coffee". I ordered one anyway (Why would I ever actually try and be healthy? Life's to short). When I collected it, my favourite barista (Sean, the one who looks like Zac Efron) said "Wait, you usually have a sugar, don't you? I forgot to put one in!". Needless to say, I drank my first coffee without a sugar and I can confirm that I will continue my coffee-drinking career without it.


P.P.S. Every time I go to watch the AFL I always end up freezing and getting sick. I went to Swans v Collingwood game last night, and for the first time in my life I actually put effort into wearing as many layers as I could to prevent getting sick for the holidays. I wore socks, tights, leggings, skinny jeans, tall boots, a tight singlet, T-shirt, long-sleeve top, huge knitted jumper and a thick black trench coat with a scarf around my neck and a black beanie on my head. I can confirm that my protection achieved my desired outcome (I AM NOT SICK! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO)

I HATE TECHNOLOGY.

I HATE IT. 
Here's why:
I was on my Mac, was slaving away on my extension history (which by the way, is surprisingly coming along ok), and I had just reached 2500 words (the word limit). I had been working on it since 9.00am and it was now nearing lunchtime. Then the unspeakable happened.

The spinning rainbow of death appeared on the screen.

And I hadn't saved my work.

For those who don't have a Mac (lucky you), when the 'spinning rainbow of death' that I speak of appears on the screen, basically if you haven't saved you document you're &^%*&#. I honestly don't know what I did to make Karma hate me. Maybe it was when Phoebe and I were little and used to set ants on fire with our gas lighter. 

Mum made me feel a tad better when she game home from shopping with a cute day planner from Typo (my new favourite shop), and a bag full of cookies from Cookie Man. I swear, when I hand in my extension history major work during the second half of lunch on Friday, I am going to walk out, kiss the floor, press play to the song below, turn it up full blast, and then embark on a victory lap of the school.

Boohoo (The WHY MY LIFE SUCKS EDITION OF FLOWER GIRL)

So here's a quick FYI before I begin my rant:
Due at the end of next week is my FINAL history extension major work, and my first (6000 word) draft for Extension 2 English.
Last week I handed in my second draft of my history extension major work to my teacher. He gave it back to me yesterday and here's how the conversation went- "Chloe...the girl who did this essay topic a couple of years ago made it make sense....you fail to do this. Oh, and the word limit is 2500, not 1700". SOOOOOOO NOT ONLY HAVE I GOT TO REWRITE MY ESSAY, I HAVE TO WRITE AN EXTRA 700 WORDS. Whhyyy oh why did I not know the word count?! And HOW can I make it make sense! It's analysing whether history can end!! So yeah, it's proving quite difficult

Grrrrr.

I've also become addicted to Masterchef. Great timing, I know. Hayden is quite easy on the eye. Kind of like a surfey, Aussie version of Zac Efron. Almost as yummy and delicious as the food on the show (was that too far? I thought it was funny. Or maybe it's me being delirious due to my 3 major works).
Oh, and George Craig (the British Indie-rocker who is my future husband. Click here for an image of the beautiful creature that is George Craig) has a new girlfriend. AND SHE'S A &$%;^%$* X-FACTOR CONTESTANT. I am seriously doubting his taste in women right now. Or maybe it's just me being a jealous teenage girl.

On top of all of this, I have run out of herbal tea, as well as money to buy coffee for the rest of the week. Oh, and my lips are sore and I can't find my Blistex, I lost one of my favourite skull earrings, I spent all my money on clothes just before I found out that Joshua Radin was having a concert on Tuesday night, I got a notification for my next English Advanced and Extension assessments despite our previous exams finishing less than a week ago, I am disappointed that Angry Boys isn't funny anymore (or ever was), Glastonbury Festival has started in England today and I am sitting at my computer in Sydney typing this instead of being there, my fridge is out of milk so I can't make myself a milo or an Irish breakfast tea, I did relatively crapply in drama, I should be doing History Extension but I'm typing this instead of actually making progress on my crap essay, but I can't make progress because I don't understand my arguments, I want to go to bed now but I can't because I have so much work to do, I can't wait until the holidays, but, oh wait, they're two weeks away, I keep telling myself to go for runs in the afternoons but here I am blogging inside whilst eating Oreos, AAAANNDD I want year 12 to end, but hey, that's not happening for a looooong time. LIFE IS LOOKING GOOD PEOPLE (lol jks).

IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT:

I HAVE OFFICIALLY REGISTERED FOR GLASTONBURY FESTIVAL 2013 TICKETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It was literally last night that I made a pact with Phoebe, Cindy and Eleni that we would all attend the 2013 Glastonbury. Next year's festival has been called off because of the Olympic Games in London, so Phoebe and I went on the website this morning to discover that registration had now opened for the 2013 festival!!!

By then I'll be in second year uni and have a part-time job so it'll be all sweet. Oh, and Muse isn't playing at this year's festival (that starts at the end of this month), so basically it's a given that they'll be performing at 2013. WOOOOOOOOOOOO! If I have enough $$, I might even travel for a bit around Europe. LIFE IS LOOKIN' GOOD PEOPLE. LOOKIN' QUITE GOOD.

Other developments in my life:

-For part of these holidays that are coming up, Phoebe, Eleni and I are going down the coast for a bit of a break at a house on the beach at Broulee. It's going to be thaaa booommbbb.

-The 2nd Harry Potter 7 trailer that I posted below literally made me cry

-My Nan is knitting me a Gryffindor scarf

-I'm in love with my red velvet skirt. A tad obsessed.

-I've started trying out the Clinique 3-Step skin-care routine. THE TONER IS AMAZING HFOEWNFOIUSDJFDSF

-I reeeeeaallyy like Betty Crocker Chocolate Icing. Mmmnnomnnnom

-I'm going to publish this post then go and buy a Maxi-Bon

P.S. I loooooove this song! I remember when Matt Corby sung it on Australian Idol (back in the days when people actually watched it) and I fell in love with both him and this song.



P.P.S. Just in celebration of Glasto 2013 registration

❒ SINGLE ❒ TAKEN ✔ CRYING AT THE DEATHLY HALLOWS TRAILER

My school timetable today:

Period 1: FREE PERIOD
Period 2: FREE PERIOD
Period 3: Assembly
Recess
Period 4: FREE PERIOD
Period 5: FREE PERIOD
Lunch
Period 6: FREE PERIOD
Period 7: FREE PRIOD
Period 8: FREE PERIOD

All of my teachers were away. BEST DAY EVER.


I saw this photo in the paper this morning and fell in love with it. A photographer taking photos of the riots in Vancouver captured this moment:

An above-above average day

So my exams finished yesterday (if you somehow managed to miss the huge capital letters in the post below), so today was technically my first full day of freedom.
Some girls from my drama class and I went to Sydney Theatre Company for a workshop for one of the plays we study for the HSC. It turned out to be really good, but when we came out of the theatre we were met with TORRENTIAL RAIN. And neither Clare or I had an umbrella.
When we had found shelter, using our scarfs as 'umbrellas', we called our friends who were at school about to sit their last exam. We organised that we would meet up in 3 and a half hours when their exams were done and hang out for a while. So Clare and I had 3 and a half hours to waste.
Basically to pass the time we set ourselves a challenge-to do as many free things in the city as we could, all the while maintaining fake British accents.
We spent $4 on boiled lollies to last as our 'energy food' for our quest, and set off to find 'free' ways of passing time. First we went for a stroll in the in Rocks, then went to the Museum of Contemporary Art (where I watched what was literally the most random video I have ever seen), and went to Customs House, where we sat on the lounges where I read The Irish Times and Clare read some French newspaper (she translated an entire article on Koalas for me).  We also met some pretty cool people too-these three guys on Pitt St who were collecting money for Oxfam gave us 'free hugs' when we told them of our challenge (and one was really cute/had a cute British accent/name was Jake). They even offered to give us a bit of money if we couldn't find any food 'freebies' for lunch. Clare and I then set off to David Jones where we tried on 'free' perfume samples and make-up, then watched the man playing the grand piano in the hand-bags section. As the clock was reaching 3.00, we settled down on some chairs next to the harbour, a 'free' front row view, where we finished off the boiled lollies. Some American students came down near us and were all taking photos of seagulls. I overheard one guy exlaim how "cool it would be if the seagull dived into the water and fully had a fight with a fish, bringing it dead back up to here". Not really helping them break their stereotype.

WOOOO0O0O0O0O0O0O00OO00O0O0O0O

I come with important news:
MY EXAMS ARE OVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

I have honestly never studied so hard for a set of exams. Soooooooo glad they're over. The one I was by far most stressed about was Modern, where we had to write three essays in an hour and a half. For the one on Anglo-Irish relations, I had written and memorised an essay with a question I had found in a past paper:
Assess the reasons for the rise of the civil rights movement and the subsequent violence in Northern Ireland in 1968-70
When reading time started, I flipped over the sheet with the essay questions, and guess what the question for the big 25 mark essay was?
Assess the reasons for the rise of the civil rights movement and the subsequent violence in Northern Ireland in 1968-70
WORD FOR WORD BRO. I literally fist-pumped.

A moment when didn't fist-pump was when I realised that I had made up yet ANOTHER word, AND HAD USED IT IN MY ENGLISH ESSAY'S THESIS. I swear 'Idiociratically' was a word, meaning 'unique'. So in my comparative essay I wrote that the two authors approach the mutual issues 'with perception but idiociratically'. Oh dear.
Post-exam life has been pretty sweet so far. Some of my friends and I went to see a play at Sydney Theatre Company (that I talked about in a previous post) called The White Gaurd, with Miranda Otto. It was undoubtedly one of the best pieces of theatre I have EEVVEERR seen. The cast/costumes/acting/stage-effects/plot/everything else was brilliant.

Then I went for a bit of retail therapy where I bought:
-Velvet red skirt
-3 pairs of shoes
-Knitted jumper
-Top

I sacrificed my money for a train ticket for the last pair of shoes, so as I approached the station I was working out how I could get through the barriers without a ticket. As I was thinking of ideas, I saw that one of the gates was open and I literally sprinted faster than [insert something really fast].


Tonight's agenda involves:
-Sitting on the lounge
-Watching Masterchef
-Watching the Glee season finale
-Watching Angry Boys
-Doing absolutely nothing and NOT FEELING GUILTY ABOUT IT!!

PROCRASTINEATING

Kind of sums up my life at the moment. Nodded in agreement when I proudly joined the Facebook group. My diet today has consisted of coffee, countless packets of Tiny Teddies, cake-bars, and sticky-date cupcakes. Basically when I'm bored I either:
A) Have a shower
B) Eat
C) Sit outside in the rain with my dogs
I've also found that during these exam periods, when I'm writing out my essays, I've found that I've been subconsciously making up heaps of words, like 'Propelliating'. I'm really hoping I won't get marked down for it....I'm being inventive right!!!?? RIGHTTTT??!!!

Yesterday I headed into the city to conduct some much needed retail therapy. I walked past the new(ish) Zara store. Walked into the new Zara store. Needless to say, I am now a proud Zara convert. When it opened everyone had talked it up so much I thought that it wouldn't be all that impressive, but it is. Went a bit crazy, to say the least.

I then met up with my family in the city to go and check out the Vivid festival. As soon as we stepped out, it started pouring with rain. I was wearing ballet flats and a 3/4 sleeved jacket. Freezing+Wet+Tired+Hungry=Not a pleasant experience. The raining stopped after about an hour and a half, and we got to see the 3D lights on the Opera House and Customs House which were REALLYYY cool, and then got the train home where we went to eat Italian. Mmmmmmnonomnom.
The last time I had an exam was on Thursday, so since then I've just been writing out my Modern essays over, and over, and over, and over, and over again. The exam's tomorrow, so I'm hoping that I somehow go in there and do decently. Dat wult b nice.

My post-exams life is going to be FANNTTAABBULOUUSSSS. On Wednesday afternoon I'm seeing The White Guard at Sydney Theatre Company then going shopping with Phoebe, and on Thursday I'm going to Sydney Theatre Company again for a workshop for drama. I really like the area that it's in so it'll be nice to spend some time there. The cafe next to the theatre does EXCELLEEEEENT coffee.

EXAM MOTIVATION

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

EXCITING NEWS:
FLOWER GIRL'S FIRST BIRTHDAY WAS ON SATURDAY!
I can't believe that I have been writing on this blog for an entire year. The blog/my life has seriously changed SOOOOOO MUCH. WOW.
After reading this post, I definitely encourage you to read back on my first few posts and look how far I/this blog has come. It started out as me posting photos I had taken OF MY LITTLE COUSIN! Then for a period it turned into a fashion blog, then I felt as though that was too superficial so I changed the direction into purely writing about my feelings/thoughts/rants.

THANK YOU to all those people who have stuck with me throughout the past 12 months (and two days), who have put up with my rants/being over-optimistic at times/semi-emo posts/complaining/boy troubles/odd perceptions/tales of seeing my Modern History teacher at Edmunds and Greer/music/photos/recounts of my life/everything else I write about/post. Recently I realised that if you read my blog so far from start to finish, you would actually know quite a lot about me (and when I say a lot, I MEAN A LOT). I really do hope that none of you are freaky horny middle-aged men.

Wuv you all. Seriously.

Now on to more important news:
I HATE EXAMS (yes, I know that this is not a new revelation)
At least they'll be over by next Thursday. I'll be quick (because English Advanced is calling my name), but here are some updates on the never-ending story that is my life, for those who care:
1. LEGAL SAW THE DEATH OF ME. I had literally been preparing for it for about 3 weeks, and the question was so unexpected. Bah.
2. I am obsessed with Passion Pit and The Two Door Cinema Club. Click here for a weird/cool/experimental song by Passion Pit, and here for just all-round awesome song by Two Door Cinema Club. 
3. I genuinely have never been so excited for holidays. I NEED A BREAK. 
4. I am addicted to Tumblr. Keep checking mine! (The link's up the top of this website!). Looking at photography is really relaxing/a good de-stresser (if that's a word)

GSDFGHSNDOIHNADFKADF

Things that were on my mind today:
1. If you are reading this, please, please click on this link to sign the petition regarding the live export of animals. Watch the video on the page and you'll wish you could do more to help. Click here. 

2. The Middleton's business getting Justin Bieber's approval to be the official Bieber party supplier in the UK? Really? Want to make it any more obvious that you're cashing in on your daughter's wedding?

3. I've found that I really need to stop trying to please everyone. It's impossible!

4. I wish this was my bedroom:

Crappiest afternoon

I really wish that the HSC didn't mean so much to me, so that I could just get a bag, jump on the next country-link train out of Central and get as far away from Sydney as possible. The preparation for the exams next week is just really, really stressing me out. Gaahh.

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Developments in my life since I last wrote:
1. We got our year 12 jerseys=new-found sense of authority. I feel like shouting 'LIKE A BOSS' every time I'm walking down a corridor. Yesterday, I bumped into a junior.....AND DIDN'T EVEN SAY SORRY. I'm such a bad-ass.
2. I finished my year book page. A bit of a gel-pen overdose, but what else was I supposed to use to make it look pretty?
3. Exams are next week, so don't expect much from me this week. SUPPORT ME IN MY STUDIES. You going on this blog=page views=me wanting to write things.

LOL

This may or may not be the worst ad I have EVER SEEN. LOL. I'm sure his acting career is going to kick off. And kudos to the special effects people for the 'realistic' flying they've got going on there.

NEW LIFE PHILOSOPHY(S)

1.I got a bit sad yesterday after hearing something, and then it occurred to me that every 60 seconds you spend being sad/angry, you loose 60 seconds of happiness that you'll never be able to get back. So basically, stop being sad over people who aren't worth being sad over and who are instead wasting valuable seconds of happiness in your life!

2.Whenever I have a lot of work to do (I.E. NOW), I have a habit of lying on my bed drinking tea, feeling really, really stressed and evidently not doing much about it. As I was doing exactly this on Monday afternoon, lying on my bed thinking about and avoiding all the work I have to do, my mind raced back to a lecture a psychologist have for year 12 at the beginning of the year. When you feel stressed, avoiding what's making you stressed isn't going to make that feeling go away/improve your situation. So in order to feel more relaxed, why don't you actually do that work? No-one can deny the fact that finishing a task comes with an immediate and lasting feeling of satisfaction.
It seems relatively simple, kind of a duurrr/obvious statement, but I just stopped to actually consider what she was saying. How about instead of worrying about all the work I have to do and doing nothing about it, I actually do it? So that Monday night, I made a to-do lost of all the things I have to do/that are making me stressed, and I broke them down into tasks to complete every day, and I am proud to say that I HAVE ACTUALLY STUCK TO IT. It feels sooooo good to tick off a task (almost as good as the first sip of coffee on a cold morning, like today), and I'M ACTUALLY GETTING MY WORK DONNEEEEE!! I MIGHT JUST SURVIVE YEAR 12!! Eternal snaps for me. Actually, eternal snaps for that psychologist.

In the MX this afternoon, I came across an article on a Canadian couple deciding to let their newborn child choose their gender (i.e are raising their baby 'gender neutral') to avoid putting society's limitations on it. They believe that the child has the right to choose it's gender. Am I just post-modernist, or is that a perfectly acceptable/if not great idea? Why not let the kid choose? Ok, maybe I just am too post-modern...

Wuv y00h
xoxo

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNDDD

I am officially sick. Sick enough for me to decide to....drum roll please....
TO NOT GO TO SCHOOOOL TOMORROW. (First time I've taken a day off since year 10).
 Yeah, turns out that going out last night didn't have an all too positive effect on my health, seeing as though I was already sick. A pretty good case of 'I told you so' on Mum's behalf. Sooooo today I woke up with a chesty cough annnndd have been reveling in self-pity for the entire duration of the day. Oh, and to make my day even BETTER (note sarcasm), I ran into my modern teacher at Edmunds and Greer. AGAIN. *facepalm*

Today my 10 year old brother finally saved up enough to go out and buy an iPod Touch. It was pretty much a big wake-up call for me to start saving for America- if my little brother can save, why can't I? OH WAIT. I have a coffee addiction.
Woo.
So I've come up with an action plan. Instead of having a small coffee a day, I'm limiting myself to 3 a week (a week being 7 days, not a school week), and filling in the rest with Irish Breakfast tea. So I'll be saving..yeah I don't do maths/don't have a calculator, so you work it out. HAVE FAITH IN MEE PEOPLE!
I'm off to go and lie down, revel in more self-pity.
Taa taa x
P.S. I love this soonngggg so much. I love pretty much every song by these talented people.

Randomness

So after a long day (and yes, I had a coffee this morning. It has never tasted so good), I came home, made tea, and got on Tumblr. It was so peaceful and quiet, then at approximately 6.30pm the door bell starts ringing frantically. I run over to open the door, and Mum, Dad and my little brother Chris run in. Mum's yelling, Dad's yelling, and all I can make out is that Dad's sliced his finger really badly and has to go to hospital. Before running back out the door, Mum yells at me to make Chris dinner while they go to hospital.
Dinner.
Me
Make
DINNNEEERR!!??

I honestly couldn't cook to save my life. Only last year did I learn how to 'make' cup noodles (I used to think that you put the sachets in the boiling water, not pour the contents out into the noodles), and I don't even know how to turn an oven on.
After Mum and Dad had gone to hospital, Chris started watching TV and I opened the pantry doors, looking at the shelves like an idiot. I thought I could get away with giving Chris toast or cup noodles for dinner, but I knew that he would tell Mum, so I began to search for things I could 'cook'.
In the pantry, all I could see were ingredients, and I don't know what to do with any of them, so I looked in the fridge instead. My eyes settled on a packet of Coles Butter Chicken that Dad must have bought a couple of days ago. I picked it up and on the back of the packet it says what to do with it. I needed to:
1. Take the lid off
2. Poke holes in the plastic sheet
3. Put it in the microwave for 3 minutes

I took the lid off, found a knife to stab a few holes, then put it in the microwave. It took me an embarrassingly long time to get it to 3 minutes- first I set it to 3 seconds, then 30 seconds, then 18 seconds (don't ask). I FINALLY got it to 3 minutes, and when it started cooking I genuinely asked Chris to back away from it due to me being scared that I did something wrong (like not stabbing enough holes) and that it might blow up. Recently I placed a yogo in its cup in the microwave, and it didn't occur to me that you can't put that sort of plastic in microwaves. I was watching it turn around in the microwave when all of a sudden there was a white light which I could see for a long time whenever I blinked. It burnt a hole through the plastic, but I are the yogo anyway. It didn't occur to me that it could have poisoned the yogo or something.
So yeah, the butter chicken survived and Chris, Phoebe and I ate it. I COOKED SOMEEETHINGGG!!!!

I'm in love with this guy's videos. HE'S SOOO CUTTEE HFUISHLNFJSDKHNFS.

I'm sick.

Not as in the awesome sick. The virus sick. My ears, throat and nose all hurt, and the sad thing is that I'm not willing to miss a day of school to get better. HFUISDHFUISD.And I haven't had a coffee ALLLL WEEEEEEKK. It's probably the absence of caffeine in my blood that has made me sick! Or it could just be the absolutely freezing cold weather....that's not too enjoyable when you've lost your tights...

I saw this picture today and I have since decided that I need this room/bed/closet.

Today, I was told the coffee lady that we had just finished studying Stalin. I was particularly interested to hear her say that she thought Lenin was just as bad as Stalin. She told me that "Russia is a beautiful country that has always been run by idiots. Don't tell anyone".


Recently Phoebe and I realised how addicted to coffee we are, and it got me thinking: Why do I like coffee so much? What is so good about it? It's just a hot drink, like tea and hot chocolate. I began to think of reasons why I like it:
-The foam, with the sprinkles of chocolate on it. It truely is the best way to start off a drink
-The creamy taste of coffee is just so soothing, I can feel it gradually warm up my whole body
-The armoa is pretty much sensational
-It wakes me up and is energising
-IT'S JUST SO TASTYYYY


Whoever wrote this is definitely a fellow coffee addict:

I HATE CONFUSING MYSELF

Sorry I haven't update in a while- I've been so busy with school that:
a) I haven't had anytime to write
b)Nothing particularly remarkable has happened in the past few days

Despite my entire existence being an embarrassing moment, something particularly cringe-worthy happened a couple of days ago.
I was having a relatively crappy day, so instead of going to the library I went to the park near my house, thinking that it would be nice to do my homework on the grass. I was looking at my reflection in a deserted car window so I could do my hair, then when I was done I scanned my eyes through the window to inside the car. To my horror, I was to discover that the car was not so deserted. The chair was reclined, with an older couple lying down on it...yeah....I'll leave the rest to your imagination.

I proceeded to the park, and was recovering from my awkward-moment-on-steroids-moment, beginning to relax and feeling a tad optimistic. Then a family starts having a memorial service for what must have been a family member. I then came home, fell asleep on my bed, and woke up to a giant huntsman spider on my roof.
Cindy called, and I recounted my fml afternoon. She said that she hoped it would get better, and I am pleased to announce THAT IT DID. Eleni bought tickets for us to go to THE 12.01 SESSION OF HARRY POTTER AT GEORGE ST. My life in complete. Well until I meet and marry Francisco Lachowski.

COMING UP THIS WEEKEND:
-Last night I went out for my Nan's 71st birthday dinner. It was at this beautiful water-side place, and then we went back to their house for cake. I wuv ma family.
-Today I'm going to the library (no surprise there), then going to a 1990s themed party. WHAT DO I WEAR. FJIOSD;HGJOSDHGUOIDHNFGJOHDNFG.
-Tomorrow I'm going to an 'English Extension Day', and my lecturer is a teacher from my school....awkies...

rofl.

OBSESSION

I am  obsessed with this photo blog (click here) by an 18 year old photographer. She has real talent. Here are some of my favourites:

This weekend has relatively small to-do list. I got loads of work done this week so this weekend I can relax a bit, which is good timing seeing as though it's Dad's birthday and Mothers' Day. I'm so tired at the moment that I'm actually going to go to bed soon. After I continue trawling Asos- best online fashion shopping site EVER. I have about 18 things I'm saving up for. Laterzzz!

Pah.

I have numerous things to say on this fine afternoon:
1. Parent teacher interviews went SO WELL. I was fearing the fatal doorbell which would signify my parents arriving home, and when it eventually rang I was preparing myself for the worst. BUT IT WAS AMAZING. They were so happy with my teachers' comments about my supposed "work ethic" that they want me to go out and party more, and do yoga more often to maintain 'balance' in my life. PARTY IN THA YIEW-ESH-AAYY
2. I had the loveliest chat with a mentally-disablled lady on the station this morning. She came up to me and asked about my crab-purse and from then until my train pulled in we talked about how hard it is to get jobs, Edmunds and Greer, clothes, phones, and coffee amongst other things. When my train came we parted ways, and I took a seat. A smartly-dressed woman who looked around my mum's age came up to me and said "Did you know that retarded person who was talking to you?" , to which I replied no, that she was purely a stranger. The lady then went on to say "Oh, because she came up and started talking to me after you left and I ran as fast as I could away from her!", laughing while she said this, then walked away. I was pretty shocked that someone would be so ignorant, and it made me so angry and frustrated how the people HER AGE and of HER GENERATION are the ones who are constantly complaining about our generation are just so self-centred and think that the world revolves around us. I wonder what my parents have to say about this representative of their generation.
3. I hate it when people choose their university degrees based on how high their ATAR is, rather than choosing a course that they're actually interested in and have a passion for. Today it is basically known that if you get 99.95 you either go into Med or Law, not necessarily because the people actually want to do them, but becausee, well, it's Med and Law and they're hard to get into. My dream is get into Sydney Uni law, and it makes me so angry that the majority of people who will be accepted into the course don't have a passion for it and aren't even considering a career in law, or are just considering a career in law because it pays well. HFHSJODGOISDJFKSLDJFLKSD. NGOJDNFGKDNFM. FDS.

Today I wrote down things in my phone that I felt needed to be mentioned on this blog:
1. To all the Sydney kids, I am organising a Harry Potter flash-mob which will take place the day before the final movie comes out (July 14). It will be held at the intersection outside the QVB during one of the red lights at 12pm (when the clock sounds), and then proceed to/finish at Hyde Park. It will be a wizarding war, so I'll make a public Facebook event so people know that they have to choose a side! Should be sweet.

2. I was on the train to school this morning and a really, really attractive girl came down the stairs and sat down a couple of seats away. The guy sitting in front of my, on his laptop, Googled 'Brentstreet' and as I was wondering why a middle-aged man would be googeling Brent Street, I looked over and on the girl's jacket it said BRENT STREET. Was that guy was a perve.... or is Brent street is very good at advertising  Probably both?

3. The Logies.......what is there to celebrate about Australian TV? The winner of the Golden Logie just emphasises the fact that no one really gives a shit about people who should really be getting jobs which will benefit humanity.

4. So Osama is dead.....while I'm glad that he got the ending he deserved, there's not much to celebrate as it's not going to end 'the war on terror'...it could potentially even make it worse.

The Royal edition

CHLOE'S VERDICT:
-Mum made me wear a tiara for the entire 6 hours of tv coverage. Didn't end up being too traumatic.
-I thought that Kate Middleton looked absolutely perfect. The dress, the hair, the tiara- everything just made her look like a princess. Beautiful.
-Her sister looked amazingly stunning
-The page-boys were absolutely adorable, in particular the little blonde. Naawwwww.
-The music was perrrrrfect
-EVERYTHING ABOUT THE WEDDING WAS PERRRFECT
-When the million people outside Buckingham Palace were waiting all that time for the Royal family to come out on the balcony, the giant black gates dividing them, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness and anger. These people are only 'royal' because they were born into the family, and those gates are stopping those 'commoners' from going into a palace which is paid for by their tax. Arrrghhhh we live in a progressive society! The royals are the definition of outdated and while I respect their history, it's really time to move on.

Now onto a moral dilemma which arose in the common room yesterday:
In assembly, one of the year 12s had a life-size poster of Justin Bieber for a prefect skit. After assembly, during recess, two year 10s appeared at the common room doors. They asked us if they could keep the poster, due to the fact that one of them is 'Justin's biggest fan'. We said no, because we wanted the poster for the common room. They left, and we posted it on the back of the door. 5 minutes later, the friend of the girl who was 'Justin's biggest fan', turned up at the door again. She said 'You know my friend who you wouldn't give the poster to? You made her cry. Can she please have it'. 
I applaud the fact that she had the guts to return to the COMMON ROOM and challenge YEAR 12s. We told her that it was not our poster but our friend's who was not in the common room at that time, and repeated what we had said previously- that WE WANTED IT. If year 12s want something and say no to you, you don't come back. At least she knows now that crying doesn't get you what you want- I could cry saying that I want to marry James Franco, but that doesn't mean James Franco is going to come and propose to me upon hearing that I was crying.
After she left, Cindy said that she would have given it to her. I told Cindy that:
a) The poster looks great on the door (which it does)
b)We taught her that tears doesn't equal getting your way
c)Being obsessed with Justin Bieber is not normal, and she is now one step closer to getting over this abnormal phase
d)She is now more likely to get a boyfriend-Imagine if she brought a boy home to her room, and he saw that poster on her wall. He would be out of that room and her life as fast as Heidi Montag's chances at ever looking normal again disappeared when she made her self look like an alien.
I now pose you the question: Would you have given the year 10 girl the poster?

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

CAN SOMEONE PLZ KILL ME KTHNXBI

The HSC Timetable came out today. Yeah....I HAVE TWO EXAMS ON THE SAME DAY. My law dreams are as over as Lindsay Lohan's chance at winning an Oscar. 

I skipped going to the library this afternoon to come home to drink comfort tea and eat chocolate-chip hot cross buns in a sad attempt to make me feel better. They tasted good, but what really cheered me up was when Mum came home with new fluffy slippers for me and new Bonds Hi-Tops. Weeeeeooowwww. MY FUTURE LOOKS MORE PROMISING NOW. Thanks Mum.

I'm kind of glad these holidays are over. For the first time ever, I woke up feeling excited to return. Even though I didn't go away these holidays and I spent about 90% of my time at the library, a few things happened that I needed to spend some time thinking about but I've come out of the holidays feeling really optimistic about life....sounds cheesy but it's true. No more singing 'All By Myself' and sleeping on the common room couches all day. 

Sorry I haven't posted in a while...I've been really busy but I've been Tumblring because it's less time consuming, so keep checking that out. Here are some thoughts:
1. I am completely anti-monarchy and pro-republic, however I am really sad and confused to admit that I am excited about the royal wedding. Mum excitedly told me that she's buying pretend crowns and is cooking a special dinner for our family to have during the wedding- a family 'party'. What absolutely disgusted me was The Chaser boys being banned from getting footage from the wedding. Like seriously, the Royal Family need to take a few chill pills and stop taking themselves so seriously. It's not like they do anything for Australia anyway. 

2. It really used to get on my nerves, but I was listening to the radio on the train this morning and the song 'Price-tag' or whatever it's called came on....I like it now. It's catchy and the lyrics aren't super shallow like everything else on the radio.

3. Matt Bellamy is engaged to Kate Hudson....she better not ruin the chances of Muse playing at Glasto next year (which I am determined to be at)

4. I hit 5000 words for 4U English. What of it brah.

5. I'm completely obsessed with this cover of Punching on a Dream. LISTEN LISTEN LISTEN. You will lurve.

6. I AM SO SORRY TO ALL YOU PENPAL-ERS. STILL HAVEN'T REPLIED. I LOVE YOU ALL BUT I'M JUST SO LAZY AND FORGETFUL BUT I'LL DO IT THIS WEEKEND!

Yarrrrr me hartie

I wish I was a pirate. I don't really know why I want to be a pirate, I just do.

So I haven't posted in a while. Why? Because I'VE HAD SO MUCH FOOKIN SCHOOL WORK I HAVEN'T HAD TIME TO DO EVEN MORE WRITING.
Here is a list of updates on the life of Chloe:

• Library
• Library
• Library
• Party
• Library
• Party
• MET GEOFFREY ROBERTSON (you won't appreciate this unless you do legal studies...he's my legal idol)
• Library
• Ate pork buns (that's where all my money goes, coffee aside)
• Library
• Wallowed over the fact that Dale Thomas might be leaving Collingwood. 
• Library
• Finished off the Irish Breakfast teabags
• Library
• Became addicted to The Naked and Famous. Listen to this  and this and everything else they've ever recorded
• Watched the latest Glee episode on the internet. Disappointed. Even by Glee standards the story-line is becoming stupid
• Library
• Started exercising again and feel soooo good. I went for the longest bike-ride ever yesterday, and although I thought I was going to die going up a few hills, I felt amazing after. Problem is I forgot to stretch afterwards and woke up this morning stiff as a brick. Walking downstairs was quite painful to say the least
• Library
• Freakin' OUTTTT about school returning. At least I get to see my friends everyday again. And see the coffee couple every morning!
• Library
• Tumblr
• Tumblr
• LIBBBBRAAARRYYYYYYYY
• It's Easter tomorrow
• Library
• Yeah, so I think I spend more time at the library than my actual home nowadays. Some of the people who work there are so neurotic and just need to ccchiiiillll. I was in the quiet study section out the back with my coffee, and I walked outside with it to get a book, and as I walked back in a librarian came up to me "sorry, no coffee in this area". I replied "Oh ok, I'll just put my book down on my desk and then finish my coffee outside". So I put my book down on my desk, and then as I was walking out of the quiet study area to finish my coffee, the librarian pulled me over to show me a sign which said NO HOT DRINKS IN THE QUIET STUDY AREA and said really loudly   "There is to be no coffee in the quiet study area". I said "Ok! I get it!" and then he says "I'm not being rude". I said "Ok...I get it...I'll finish my coffee outside". Dear Mr. Librarian: Firstly, I do not understand why we aren't allowed hot drinks in the study area, but in the area where all of your books are. If we're allowed hot drinks in one place, with the risk of knocking it over and landing on paper, wouldn't you rather it be our paper and not yours? Secondly, all you had to say was "No coffee in the study area!" You didn't need to continue on for an extended period of time! TAKE A CHILL PILL BRO!
• I've decided that I actually really, really need to start saving for a ticket to London when I finish school. Not only to go to Glastonbury Festival (the line-up for this years is AMAZING, even though Muse isn't there), but also to go to George Craig's new club CLUBLAD. 
• This came up on my homepage on google for Youtube's top rated video of the day. I had nothing better to do, so I clicked play. I ended up getting hooked and watched the entire thing (it goes for 16 minutes). It is so so so so so good. Watch it now or when you have time! CLICK HERE

Such a beautiful song

HOLD MA SHIT

All throughout this past week I've been saying to myself how I should give my blog a break for these holidays and just go outside and get off my computer, but I just couldn't neglect you for 2 weeks and 3 days. So here I am. I'm going to write today's post in dot-points:

• Waking up this morning to this weather was the best thing that has happened to me this week. It was absolutely pouring, and I don't think anything beats waking up in your warm double bed with a massive quilt, looking at your window which has water pouring down it. When I eventually threw myself out of bed I was to discover that Mum had bought coffee from Edmunds and Greer for meeee! So. Good. (until I took the lid off to lick off the foam and it spilt all over my ugg boot)
• I went to a community fair (to get out of the house and enjoy this rainy weather), and at a book stall I came across a coffee-table book which is basically an old collection of pictures of London. It was only $1 and it's now sitting on my bookshelf.
• I want one of Clinique's new chubby sticks (they're like crayons but for your lips :o) sooo preeetttyyy

• I came across this amazing paragraph:  It's easy to get caught up in what could have happened, but the truth in the matter is that what happened yesterday, last year, or a minute ago is all history. History is written down in textbooks, journals, and diaries, it's not meant to stay in your mind forever. So. True.
• I'm going to a friend's rave next week and I need costume ideas- the theme is basically sports/recreational activities
• I WANT GUMBOOTS. I think I'll get plain black ones from Sportsgirl
• I've also decided I'm going to buy a fur coat (a fake one duurrr) for winter
• I have soooo much work to get through this coming week. I've been going to the library regularly and have somehow managed to get a significant amount work done, but I'm still only a fraction of the way there....fun fun.
• I really hate it how my parents' generation assume that because they see one/a couple of children or teenagers be inconsiderate or badly behaved in public, our entire generation is like that. I've seen plenty of incredibly rude older people but I don't assume that their entire generation shares those characteristics. I also think that they should keep in mind that they are the generation who raised us in the first place, and that they are also the generation who have created just a few problems with the world, problems which our generation is going to suffer the consequences. We're still young, so older people should really stop having a go at us.
• I'm soo so so so so sorry to the pen-pal peeps- I honestly keep forgetting to reply. I don't think you're all pedos/terrorists!
• I think that Topshop coming to Sydney will absolutely diminish its appeal....

Cool beans.

The past few 24 hours have been of the above-average sort. Allow me to explain:

• Watched The Princess Diaries for the first time in YEEAARRSS. Just as good as I remembered.
• Got SO MUCH work done at the library this morning. I had coffee at a little cafe up the road, then sat outside until the library opened, went inside and to sit down at a table, and didn't move for about 3 1/2 hours. YEAH WHAT OF IT.
• Went shopping and bought an amazing top which was reduced to $2. TWO DOLLARS. TWO. DOLLARS. That's what you get in return for spending lots of time painfully bending your back whilst filing through the bottom racks.
• Had the pork bun of my LIFE
• Got locked outside for a couple of hours, but ended up having a nice bonding session with my dog
• And I am now currently enjoying a perfect cup of tea. 

I just came across this aaammaazzinng video. I've now watched it about 10 times.

ZOMAGAWD

IT'S HOLIDAYS BRAH.
I've officially drafted 'Chloe's To-Do List-Holidays Edition', and it consists of over 20 things that I have to complete before school goes back. Lucky I have friends to keep me sane....
Friday night was reasonably spontaneous. Cindy, Phoebe and I went to an under 18's dance party, and we left after an hour, where we then wandered around Hurstville. In one random Chinese grocery store they were selling jelly fish. I now know what I'm getting my friends for their birthdays. 
We found this spot up on the roof-top car park, where in the distance you can see the city skyline all lit up- even though the surrounds were fairly industrial is was so beautiful. 
Last night I went out to Eleni's dad's surprise party which was held at a beautiful place on Cockle Bay Wharf. I got lost on my way, and when I eventually found the place, I walked up to the entrance and almost bumped into Eleni's dad...if he had seen me it most likely would have ruined the whole 'surprise' element...I literally SPRINTED in the opposite direction, which was a relatively difficult task due to the height of my shoes.  It ended up being such a great night, with a delicious four course meal and THREE birthday cakes. Seeing a group of middle-aged women ripping up the dance floor to The Presets was pretty inspiring to say the least. Towards the end of the party fireworks went off on the water, so we all ran outside, and it turned out to be one of the most amazing firework displays I have ever seen. I actually put down my camera and enjoyed the moment.
Today I slept in until my little brother woke me up, and was dragged outside by Mum for a walk which ended up being very enjoyable. We went to Edmunds and Greer (no sign of Ms Cooke, thank god) and had coffee and macaroons, then walked around the golf course with the dogs. I realised that I really need to get fit again! I've become waaayyy to lazy. 
I've also come to realise that I have an obsession with pictures of locations. Phoebe pointed this out to me after noticing that just about all the photos on my Tumblr are of places. Here are some of my favourite photos of late:

NEARLY THERE

After tomorrow I am officially on holidays. This term has been so long and drama-filled that I am so glad that I now officially have time off to recuperate. I'm not going away, so it will be nice to stay local and just chill. That said, I have an enormous to-do list.....but I'm sure I'll find plenty of time for socialising...I've been pretty much deprived of it since exams.

Updates on my life:

• I played hockey today against a South African hockey team and DREW! WOOOOO! All of the girls were so lovely and we took them back to the common room where they took photos of our 'hot wall', had photos with our disgusting fridge because they thought that it was funny, and played for us their 'party' music. It was actually insanely cool...kind of like African dubstep?
• I completed and handed in my extension history draft....so so so so so so so so so glad it's GONE. I literally said to my teacher 'TAKE IT!!!!' because I needed to get rid of it.
• Tomorrow night I'm going to some random rave....should be a good start to the holidays?
• I love One Night Only's song they've done for Coca Cola's international ad campaign. Each year a band is selected for the campaign which is based around Coke's jingle 'Open Happiness'. George Craig is sexier than ever....just saying. It's just one of those songs which makes you feel HHAAPPYYYYY. I turned into one of those pathetic teenagers dancing in the clip. Click here to watch it.
• One the things I want to do these holidays is to take a photo exactly like this.....

Day Eight

Day 08: If you could change anything about yourself, what would it be?
Definitely being so indecisive.....or maybe my addiction to a particular hot drink that starts with a C and ends with Offee.

I usually hate poetry, but today in English advanced we read and analysed the sonnet XIV by Elizabeth Barrett Browning...I love it. Unlike a lot of poetry, it actually makes sense, doesn't take a genius to understand it's meaning and isn't pretentious. For her time, the subject matter and her feelings that she is exploring is actually quite profound.

XIV
If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for love's sake only. Do not say
"I love her for her smile..her look..her way
Of speaking gently..; for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day-"
For these things in themselves, beloved, may
Be changed, or change for thee,..and love so wrought,
May be unwrought so. neither love me for
Thine own dear pity wiping my cheeks dry!-
For one might well forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby-
But love me for love's sake, that evermore
Thou may'st love on through love's eternity-

Woah. Intense.

Lesson in life

A wise man sat in the audience and cracked a joke. Everybody laughs like crazy. After a moment, he cracked the same joke again. This time, less people laughed. He cracked the same joke again and again. When there is no laughter in the crowd, he smiled and said: "You can't laugh at the same joke again and again, but why do you keep crying over the same thing over and over again?"