Andrew McCarthy appreciation post

Going through an 80s movies phase (again). Even though Andrew McCarthy is old/a dad now, please spend just spend a few moments to appreciate how amazingly, insanely gorgeous is was back in the 1980s. If anyone owns a time machine and is willing to lend it to me, please flick me an email to the address listed on the 'contact me' page. Thanks. 

DUBSTEP

I'll openly admit that I hate dubstep. Now you're probably thinking "UM THEN WHY DID YOU MAKE IT THE TITLE OF THIS POST HUH???!!!". Well, my friend. I made it the title of this post not just to declare my hatred for it. It's because I'm having a dubstep-induced crisis.

1. I was scrolling down my newsfeed and a girl who I'm friends with on FB (one of those people that you can't remember when you became friends with them/who they are) posted a link to Justin Bieber's new single 'As Long As You Love Me'. I clicked play to discover that it's dubstep. Yes. Justin Bieber dubstep. I was about to click cross, thinking to myself 'WOW Justin Bieber has really managed to hit a new low trololol', but then a strange thing happened. I became hooked. I LOVE THE SONG. And it's Justin Bieber dubstep. And I can't stop listening to it. I need an intervention.ASAP.

2. Muse released the trailer for their new album The 2nd Law, and watching the first half of it gave me the chills because of it's awesome Muse-esque anarchic awesomeness. Then it turned into dubstep. NO WONDER I HAVE TRUST ISSUES MUSE. I'm really hoping that Matt Bellamy is trolling and that dubstep isn't on their album, but I guess that if it is on the album I should remember that anything Muse produces is epic in the most epic of epic senses, and thus the said dubstep will be epic. 

Here is the trailer: 

If 'brilliance' was a video..

Long Weekend '12

So it's the Long Weekend, and instead of spending this lovely (but freezing) Saturday night out partying, I'm chained (psychologically, not literally) to my desk in an attempt to revise the content of my Middle Ages unit to avoid a repeat of my Archaeology exam last Wednesday (was a bit of a fail. Literally). Exams are near, and it's a severe case of HSC REVISITED. Kind of looking forward to the big fat month of a break following the exam period.

THINGS ON MY MIND:
-The Long Weekend is the one reason why I appreciate the royal family-YAY FOR PUBLIC HOLIDAYS!
-If you didn't pick it up from the paragraph above, the Archaeology exam on Wednesday was a classic fail. I had studied pretty solidly and could literally attempt less than half of the questions. Currently awaiting my High Distinction. But hey, ARCHAEOLOGY HAS OFFICIALLY EXITED CHLOE'S LIFE
-I was walking around the library at uni trying to find some books that will aid my studying for my media exam (never found any), and I came across a book called 'The Psychology of Love'. I started reading it on the train and it is so interesting that I began to fold the pages of parts to write about on this blog. I always thought that you couldn't really study 'love', but this book has succeeded in doing so, and in a hilariously interesting way.
-I've openly admitted my hatred for Lana Del Rey, but my friend showed me a girl's cover of 'Video Games' and I absolutely CANNOT get enough of it! This girl should have released the song instead of Lana Del Fish-Lips, because she actually sings it with purpose/gives it meaning. Click here to listen to it! Listen to the whole thing and prepare for amazingness.
-I am now off eat an awesome slow-cooked dinner and watch Midnight in Paris (one of my all-time favourite movies). Be jealous.

Love,
Chloe X

So it gets better.

A kind person just inboxed me on Tumblr to inform me that in my last post I forgot to press the DAMN 'C' BUTTON SO IT SAYS 'Turns out I forgot to lick the button to turn the darn italics off". I think that it's officially safe to say that:
a) This is a dark day for Chloe and technology
b) I don't use my tounge to press my computer keys (that said, I did just type that using my tounge to see if it's possible to type with your tongue. Mission complete).

I have now read this post six times to check that there is nothing wrong with it. If there is, then I may just throw my computer at a wall. And then throw myself at said wall.

I am now off to eat Tiny Teddies and study Archaeology until Downton Abbey starts.

Goodnight world,
Chloe x

P.S. For anyone who understands my love for George Craig (if you don't, he is a British musician/frontman of One Night Only/my future husband who I've been in love with since I was 15), you should and will be excited for me when I inform you that HE FOLLOWED ME ON TWITTER AND I PRIVATE MESSAGED HIM AND HE REPLIED. I asked him if they're coming to Sydney for a gig soon and he replied "We have no plans to come to Sydney yet but we would love to come xx". LIFE MADE.

Lives of the technologically challenged

So Phoebe just kindly informed me that half of my last post is in Italics. Turns out I forgot to lick the button TO TURN THE DARN ITALICS OFF. Oh, and now Blogger won't let me access the page to edit my posts (thnx hunni), so now you'll have to put up with the 'funky post that is half written in Italics' until I can edit it. Currently trying to figure out the reason as to why technology hates me.

In other news, I've spent the afternoon avoiding Archaeology study and forming a playlist page to on this blog. Should be up in the next couple of days. WATCH DIS SPACE BRAH.

Hope you are all enjoying this dreary and seemingly lazy Sunday afternoon!

VIVID.

Friday was pretty eventful. Unlike most Fridays, where I head home and snuggle up in bed and watch Pretty in Pink while trawling Tumblr and just be generally anti-social, I ACTUALLY DID STUFF!

In my break from interning I met Phoebe at The Rocks and we went for a wander to find somewhere to quench our hunger (quench in that context doesn't sound right, does it?). We stumbled across what is now one of my favourite places in Sydney. It is a little Irish café called The Tea Cosy, and believe me when I say that as soon as you step inside you feel as though you've somehow left Sydney and have wandered into Dublin. The café has SUCH a homely feel, with the place decked out with Irish paintings, decorations, lanterns, street-signs (in Gaelic) old fireplaces (with little knitted scones in them), with a soundtrack of Irish folk music (click here to hear some and understand the vibe of this café). Oh, and their scones were voted the best in Sydney by the Daily Telegraph. Boy did they deserve that title. They were ABOLUTELY PERFECT, and this is coming from a girl whose Nan can make a killer batch of scones. And what topped off the experience was our tea that came in a tea pot with a knitted tea cosy! So. Cute. NFUJIDNGFKJNGF.

After finishing interning for the day I headed down to Circular Quay to meet a friend at the Opera Bar. I was a bit early, so I wandered around the Quay and checked out the Vivid Festival which is insanely brilliant. Whilst I felt a bit 'forever alone', strolling by myself amongst a sea of couples (huuu needz a man aniwayii the lights are just SO beautiful (and the projections on the Opera House are kind of freaky-it looks like two humans are lying on it!). I then met said friend at Opera Bar, where I had a pretty insanely tasty cocktail called Opera White Tea. One word=Awesomeness.

I am now sitting at my desk hiding away from the rain, studying Archaeology (another exam on Wednesday...), and wondering why everyone is celebrating the 'Jubilee' of a woman who won the sperm pool competition (i.e. The Queen). Got to love how we live in the 21st Century and they still live in palaces, wear tiaras and travel in carriages!

ChloebeWanKenobi x

Eurovision

Even though I didn't watch this year's competition (yep, I know I'm terrible), I found myself re-watching old favourites. I think that there are two performances that perfectly sum up Eurovision:

1. Ukraine's 2007 entry. If the term 'WTF' was a video, I'm pretty sure this would be it. Everything about it screams Eurovision. The glitter. The music. The crazy costumes. The absolutely incredible randomness. Click here to watch it!

2. France's 2007 entry: I genuinely cannot watch this performance without clutching my stomach due to the pain as a result laughing so hard. The two main guys are just pure gold, and the guy in the pink suit is an absolute LEGEND. Everything about this video is just hilarious... Eurovision spirit at its very best (and SO catchy...). See below. 

The Hunger Games.

I finished The Hunger Games. Despite my early cynicism, it ended up being really good. Like really, really good. As in I nearly cried at the end, and after I had finished it I found myself YouTube-ing 'Katniss and Peeta kiss" just to see if the movie version reached my expectations. It did. However, a fundamental problem remains: Everyone has seen the movie so I have no-one to see it with. Awks. I guess I'll go by myself and embrace my forever-alone-ness? Cry with my coke and popcorn and all that. 

REASONS WHY I WOULD FAIL AT THE HUNGER GAMES:

1. I would scream and run in the very first second. I'm scared of the movie Scooby Doo 2, so you can imagine my reaction to being placed in this situation. When it comes to fight or flight, I'm a definite flight gal, so instead of attempting to take some resources from the bucket at the very beginning (this won't make sense if you haven't read it/seen the movie), I would run in the opposite direction and thus have no food/resources whatsoever. 

2. I have absolutely no skills, meaning that I wouldn't be able to hunt, meaning that I wouldn't have any food. 

3. I have terrible reflexes.

4. I'd be lured into deceptive 'alliances' because I'm the most gullible person to walk on this planet. If a fellow competitor offered me to stay in their cave for the night, chances are I wouldn't realise they wanted to kill me and instead think "omigawd someone is nice around here!! We can be friendzzz n gossip about da hotties in da competition and play truth or dare <3 <3". I'm so gullible that my friend once told me that researchers discovered that an octopus isn't an animal but two jellyfish mating. I believed them. Not exactly the high point of my life thus far. 

5. I'm picky with food...I would only dead squirrels if I was a minute away from dying from starvation..

6. No coffee. Enough said.

7. I would be distracted by attractive guys in the competition. I'd be thinking something like "WOW he looks just like Francisco Lachowski...I'd tap dat" when WHAM an arrow goes through my head. 

8. I wouldn't be able to kill anyone, and if I hurt someone I'd run to apologise and then they'd stab me in the back. 

9. I wouldn't be able to handle being filmed all the time for TV. Not because it's an invasion of personal space, but because I'd be constantly fixing my hair/adjusting my clothes to look good on TV. This is an issue of high importance. 

10. I'd put a 10th reason but I think the ones listed above are more than enough to convince you that I wouldn't last a second. 

I will now leave you with a video that made me laugh a lot. I want a fainting goat.

GREAT GATSBY TRAILER

CANNOT CONTAIN MY EMOTIONS!!?!!! Why is everyone criticising it (I'm pointing at you, Phoebe)? UMM IT LOOKS KIND OF FREAKING EPIC?!!! All of the castings are perfect, and I was SO surprised as to how amazing Carey Mulligan is as Daisy! Can. Not. Wait.

On a sadder note, I have some a sad story to tell you about (that was a great sentence). It involves over-due library books and the end of my love for my university's library. Yes. I'm talking about library fines. My relationships with libraries are like marriages. I get the library card (marriage ceremony), and we have the 'honeymoon period' where I skip around in a dreamy haze borrowing books that make me look smart and make a pack with myself that I'll read them. Two months pass and they're sitting in the same spot I dropped them when I got home from the library, and a month after that I get the email telling me that they're overdue. We end bitterly, with me hastily returning the books and running off so I don't have to pay the fine, which in turn means that I can't go the library again at risk of being murdered by a librarian (i.e. divorce). That's my current situation with my local library, and I vowed that for my university's library  I would return the books I borrowed for my assignments BEFORE THE DUE DATE. Being me, I didn't. I'm the type of person who only does things when I'm made to, and this is the perfect example. I thought my university library would be like my high school library where you just can't borrow anything until you've returned the overdue book (no fines involved). I was horrifically wrong. A day after my overdue notice for 13 books I borrowed for a couple of assignments, I get an email with the subject 'Library Invoice', stating that I owe $3 for each book (and I had 4 more overdue books that I hadn't returned yet. There goes my love for that library (and the money I was going to buy a Ramones hoodie with...).

That was a long paragraph. I am now off to read The Hunger Games (I'm currently reading it so I can tell my Mum if it's appropriate for my 12 year old brother to read). So far it's OK, but the way she writes is kind of like a year 10 creative. Nevertheless, I was so absorbed in it that I nearly missed my station on the way home, and leaped out of my seat to run out the doors at the last second like an idiot. I bet I looked really cool.

ChlobeWan x

Things on my mind (ft. Downton Abbey)

1. Season 2 of Downton Abbey starts on TV tonight. To say that I'm extremely excited would be an extremely extreme understatement. Matthew Crawley in uniform. Need I say more?
2. I need to get something off my chest. Two nights ago I turned on the TV and was informed of the most atrocious news...three of the original Wiggles are leaving...and the worst part is...ONE OF THE NEW WIGGLES IS A GIRL. I actually feel very, very strongly about this. It's just wrong. Plain old wrong...having a female Wiggle is like having a male Spice Girl! It's going against nature!
3. I was watching the movie Ratatouille while babysitting (one of my all-time favourite movies), and I heard a beautiful song playing in the credits. When I got home I Googled 'French girl song Ratatouille movie' and to my surprise I actually managed to find the song and have been listening to it on repeat ever since. It's called 'Le Festine' by a singer called Camille. Click here to listen to it-I can guarantee you that it will make you want to move to Paris.
4. Tomorrow I'm handing in my last two essays for the semester...party time!
5. I'm thinking about starting a blog devoted to traveling stories/suggestions/all things travel related. If you have traveled to places that you think other people should experience, can suggest some cool places for people to visit if they happen to be in your hometown, have amazing travel photos, or would just enjoy writing about anything else that's travel-related, hit me up! Send me an email (to the address listed in the 'Contact Me' page up the top of this blog!). I look forward to hearing from you cool cyber peeps.
6. I scratched my BlackBerry yesterday and nearly cried. I'm talking about a fat scratch down the screen. KARMA Y U H8 MI SO MUCH!??

I am now off to cry over my two assignments due tomorrow. At least I am finally free as of tomorrow (well, until exams start. Let's just pretend for now that they don't exist).
Hope you all are having a splendid weekend. I'll leave you with this video.

New form of procrastination: Learning the lyrics to this song

Ramblings of an excited teenager...

So I was going to write about it (the exciting news) yesterday, but I decided that I'd save it or today once I had the in-person meeting to confirm things. The exciting news is....drumroll please...I GOT AN INTERNSHIP! It's at an amazing advertising agency in Sydney, and I'll be going in twice a week! I went to the office today to confirm details, and can I just say that their office building is by far the COOLEST BUILDING EVER. The reception looks like they must've built a time machine and copied and pasted a reception from the future. I am so so happy and lucky that I've been given this opportunity, especially seeing as though I'm only (kind of) fresh out of high school! I'll keep you all posted on how it goes! This opportunity made me think of a quote by Walt Disney that came up at the end of Meet The Robinsons (I was watching it while I was babysitting last week...one of my favourite movies). He said "Around here, however, we don't look backwards for very long. We keep moving forward, opening up new doors and keep doing new things, because we're curious...and curiosity keeps leading us down new paths". 

Other things for me to write about and you to read:
1. My Aunty and Uncle are moving to New York in six weeks. I don't think you need me to tell you where  I'll be spending a large portion of my end of year break.
2. The Big Ben's Twitter (yes, the Twitter of London's landmark clock) actually makes my life. He tweets really...deep and meaningful stuff. Click here to see it...I can honestly guarantee that you won't be disappointed.
3. Lots of good TV this week...Masterchef is heating up (see what I did there!? Aren't I punny!?)...Live Shows on The Voice (Laykn can just marry me now)....SEASON TWO OF DOWNTON ABBEY....TOO MUCH EXCITEMENT TO HANDLE...
4. I have two assignments due next Monday, both of which are worth FOURTY PERCENT! It should thus come as no surprise to you that this week's To-Do List is called the 'WEEK OF DEATH/TORTURE/DOOM  EDITION'.
5. Today my friend informed me of some amazing, incredible and quite insanely [insert synonym for amazing] news: Anyone who is called Chloe got a free giant Boost Juice today! I got my big Blueberry Blast, and Phoebe borrowed one of my ID's to claim a free juice at another Boost. Oh the benefits of having an identical twin...
6. I've nearly finished Brideshead Revisited and it was as amazing as Phoebe made it out to be...if not better!
7. Along with a proper present, for my brother's 12th Birthday Phoebe and I bought him some scratchies...AND HE WON $3. Coolness. When my Grandparents called up to wish him happy birthday, they asked him what presents he got. Instead of telling them about the new bed that Mum and Dad gave him, he said "SCRATCHIES!". 
8. Dakota Fanning looked incredible at the MET Ball... She's so elegant and naturally stunning (I'll admit this despite her stealing my birthday..23/2/94 twinzz). Click here to see a picture if you're interested!
9. This recent cold weather has been incredibly nice. So much love! I'm actually not being sarcastic-cold weather is my favourite! I love wearing knits (a definite weakness whilst shopping...knits steal a lot of my money), beanines and scarves! And my pink fluffy dressing gown. And my Angry Birds slippers (at home of course...).
10. I want to get a team together to run the entire City2Surf race like Phoebe does in Friends. If you're interested send me an email! If you haven't seen Friends before/can't remember how Phoebe runs, click here!

Until next time,
ChlobeWanKenobi x

Prepare yourselves....

For a mega post tomorrow. I was going to update tonight, but I'm extremely overtired due to the fact that I was babysitting from 6.50AM this morning. Yes, I survived to tell the tale. I have a lot of stuff to share with you guys, including some characteristically random ramblings and some news which is kind exciting!

I am now off to overdose on Strawberry Fruches and watch High School Musical 3 in bed. Sounds good to me (I know I'm a really cool 18 year old watching High School Musical 3 on a Saturday Night).


Until tomorrow,
Chloe x

MAY THE FOURTH BE WITH YOU...(get it!?!?)

I know it's now the 6th of May, but let's just pretend it's still the 4th of May so it's appropriate that I made that the title. I made that my status on the 4th of May, and I thought that I was funny and original only to scroll down to see that every Bob and his mother had also made it their status. Awkwardness.

I have a list of highly important things that I need to get off my chest:
1. I am finally, FINALLY free from Archaeology (except for another in-class, but it's ages away so let's pretend it doesn't exist). I was so nervous about that exam that I had last week-I hadn't completed a test since the HSC, and it was my first every uni exam so that nervousness was doubled! When I walked out I went to throw all of my notes up in a highly dramatic manner, only to remember that I still need those notes for another in-class test in a couple of weeks. You are now free of my lame Archaeology puns until June the 6th!
2. I am actually in love with Lakyn Heperi from The Voice. His audition was literally incredible, and I have been listening to the recording of it on repeat for the past week (I reblogged the recording on my Tumblr for you Tumblr kidzz). It's a cover of Kids by MGMT...and to top it off he looks like he could be Cedric Diggory's twin! Click here to watch it. He's so beautiful/talented it hurts!
3. So Masterchef starts again tonight...God help my soul! Masterchef, oh how I have missed you and your amazing foody-goodness. My friends should be currently preparing for yet another season of my million and a half Masterchef-related statuses.
4. I realised this week that the existance of 'Mochas' really HITS MA NERVE. PLEASE JUST DECIDE IF YOU WOULD LIKE A HOT CHOCOLATE OR A COFFEE. THANKYOU AND GOODNIGHT.
5. I'm thinking about adding a 'Play List' page this week along with the other tabs at the top of the page. It'll have my favourite songs for every mood and season (if you couldn't care less just pretend it doesn't exist)! It'll take a while to compile the list, but hopefully it'll work out!
6. Eleni reminded me that I promised to post my ultimate dinner party list a (long) while ago! I completely forgot (vintage Chloe), and I shall dig out the sheet of paper that I wrote it on, type it up and post it!
7. I saw this picture of Alexa Chung, and upon getting paid I sprinted to the nearest shopping centre and pretty much copied the outfit. I am in love with the style of boots she's wearing and managed to find the exact style that she's wearing (for probably a quater of the price!).

Expect more posts this week due to the fact that after I hand in my History essay on Tuesday, I'll be free of assignments for quite a while!

Hope you all are having a splendid weekend,
ChlobeWan

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.

Definition of a shitty day:

29th of March 2011 
To kick off the day, I woke up with a sore neck from sleeping in an awkward position (or perhaps unknowingly went on another one of my many sleepwalking adventures....?). After a coffee from Edmunds and Greer which I must admit was pretty good, I got home to work on my essay on the Fifth Crusade. "Rightio", I thought to myself. "I've had a fantastic coffee and now I'm nearly finished my essay! Yipeeeee". Upon finishing the essay, I wanted to double check the word limit, and that was the crucial moment that my morning went downhill. Turns out I had written my essay, due in three days and worth 40% of my overall mark, ON A CRUSADE WHICH WASN'T ON THE LIST OF ESSAY TOPICS TO CHOOSE FROM. 
Yes, my friend. I had written 1500 words for nothing! But wait-there's more! The phone rings as I'm banging my head on the table, wallowing at my faliure to be organised, and I run to pick it up thinking it'll save me from my misery. I answer the phone to find out that it's my university. "Is this Chloe?" they ask. "Yes, that's me..?" I reply, while my head is swarming with ideas as to why the university would be calling me. Did I win a huge scholarship? Do they want me to fly all around Europe to show how amazingly brilliant and insanely hilarious I am? Did they call to say that the Fifth Crusade was accidently left off the list of essay topics, but it's actually an option and thus my 1500 words wasn't a big fat waste of time? "Chloe...we've been trying to call your mobile but you haven't answered...you need to bring in your tax file number by 5pm or we're going to have to cancel your enrolment". Yes, you read that right. Cancel my university enrolment. To get an idea of my reaction to this statement, click here.  I needed to bring in the tax file number...WHICH I HAD LOST! For about 2 hours I was running like a cow on crack around my house, emptying desk drawers and even going through every item of my wardrobe in the hope of finding the piece of paper. I found it. Handing it in to the university student centre was like the scene near the end of the Shawshank Redemption where he's running in the rain.

On a more positive note:
1. I got a job interview to tutor HSC English at a coaching college which will be a good source of money if I get it! Yipeee for potential employment and hello wasting money on material goods + saving for Europe!
2. Now I don't usually promote blogs on here, but my friend Alisha's is an exception. She is literally one of the most HILARIOUS people I know, and her antics never fail to whack a smile on my dial. She's just starting up her blog and has (finally) published her first ever post, so click here to read it! I've put her blog on my Blog List on the left hand side of this page so you don't have an excuse not to read it. Enough said.
3. I've actually got a really weird addiction to borrowing library books. Over the three few days I have literally borrowed FIFTEEN books from my university library...I think I need professional help with this addiction.
4. Saw the ad for Titanic 3D. Three dimensional Jack Dawson. Need I say more?
5. I have once again absolutely fallen in love with a song. It's called Where is My Mind, by Sunday Girl. Whenever I listen to it, it just makes me thing of wandering late at night and dreaming. Please excuse my sad attempt at penning my thoughts. If you haven't been turned off by my pathetic attempt at describing it, click here to hear it!

I am now off to cry at the fact that I have to write another essay on the Crusades. Hopefully I'll get it right this time *facepalm* 
Chloe X

How is she only 16 years old!?

I've kind of fallen in love with Birdy's voice. She is SO talented...and I'm here all like "lerl imma go do my middle agezz essaay and readings for media yoolloooo carpe diem broooo". But seriously, this cover is almost as good as the original! So nice to listen to in this chilly weather.

List-O-Mania

I've noticed that I have a really odd habit of writing lists for everything. I can't tell whether it's some form of OCD or because I have a terrible memory (my memory is pretty much the same as Dory's in Finding Nemo). I write To-Do Lists, special edition To-Do lists, lists of things to buy, lists of things to tell different people, lists of books to borrow at the Uni library, lists of places I want to go, lists of songs that I hear on the radio that I want to download, and lists of things to write on this blog. Since I haven't blogged properly for a week (I blame university), here is the happenings of my past week.

HAPPENINGS OF THE WEEK THAT HAS JUST PAST:
1. I drank SO much coffee last Tuesday that during a tutorial, I was certain that a sign on the wall said 'White board penis' rather than 'white board pen'. I sat there giggling to myself like a true coffee addict.
2. I KIND OF GOT A JOB! It's pretty cool, too. Well cool if you like Justin Bieber, which I'm sure the majority of you don't. But I'm going to tell you the tale of getting my job regardless. I saw an advertisement on a careers website to work in Myer at the launch of Justin Bieber's new perfume (which goes for six weeks), and I applied thinking that it'd be fun way to earn some cash. On Thursday morning I got a job interview for THAT AFTERNOON, which meant that I had fifteen minutes to RUN from uni to the office. I had to get changed as fast as I could in the toilets at uni, and as I was running out I wacked my hip on the hand-dryer and now have a nice scar/bruise. Getting the bruise was worth it though, because I GOT THE JOB! The awkwardest thing happened at the job interview though-In front of an entire boardroom of people, I was asked to describe what the perfume smells like. The awkward part is that I've never smelt it,  and went on to make up the smell of the scent on the spot. I said "Hmm...the scent is slightly musky, not too citrusy and has a feminine and girly tone". I must have said something right because I got the job!
3. Yesterday I helped my Mum out at a second-hand book stall at a local art and craft show. When I was helping packing up, I came across an 80s movie called 'Pretty in Pink'. I watched it last night and it is now officially one of my favourite movies. It made my cry. Yes, and 80's flick made me cry. Such a great film! You should all watch it.
4. I absolutely love the song Taylor Swift wrote for The Hunger Games. I haven't read the book/seen the film, but it's such a beautiful song! Click here to hear it. 
5. I cannot WAIT for The Carrie Diaries to come out on TV. I am a huge Sex and the City fan, and this new prequel series looks so great! AnnaSophia Robb is going to make such a great young version of Carrie!
6. Yesterday I realised that my Media and History essays that I thought were due in two weeks are actually due NEXT WEEK. This week I am literally becoming a hermit. Not going to be fun.

Until next time,
ChlobeWan xx

WATCH THIS SPACE...

A mega-post is coming up tomorrow. Prepare thyself for awesomeness.

In the mean time, appreciate this photo (if you will) that I took of Phoebe this evening whilst we were relaxing at the golf course at the bottom of my street (my new favourite place). I go there every afternoon now at dusk because:

1. The sky is so beautiful. It's like a screensaver you'd find on a Mac.

2. Everything is silent except for the birds and the wind (I should really just become a full time poet...).

3. The grass is quite nice to sprawl out on. It's almost like an organic mattress of sorts. 

4. I can kind of just go down there to think about things. Contemplate. Ponder. Any other synonym for 'think'. Except when Phoebe comes, because we just end up talking about Matthew Crawley from Downton Abbey. 

In the picture I took, Phoebe is running after our dog Daisy, who shortly after the picture was taken, jumped into a nice bath of mud. Mum wasn't very pleased to see that her caramel dog returned as a lump of dirt. 

THIS IS NO BRIDGIT JONEESSS

So with the angst of a teenage band,
Here's another song about a gender I'll never understand

The one where she wants to go to Cairo...

So I'm basically drowning under university work. I know I shouldn't be complaining-I'm only at uni for 12 hours a week (Oh the hard life of being an arts student), but the amount of readings I have to do is doing my head in! That said, the week that has just passed (my second week of uni), was very enjoyable. In my Media lecture we watched clips from Friends and The Simpsons to help us understand the theory that we're learning! I also had my first Media tutorial, where to my absolute joy I walked in to discover that my tutor is our lecturer (who is insanely awesome), and my Archaeology tutorial took place in the University's museum, where our tutor told us fascinating stories about the Mummies in the museum. I found it so interesting that I forced two friends to come to the museum with me the following day so I could play tour guide and tell them the stories (why am I so cool...). I then finished off the day drinking cider on the lawns outside one of the uni pubs as the sun set=very happy Chloe. I was at the bar to meet the people from my university's radio group, and they were a really cool bunch of people, one of whom was a British guy on exchange from London who shares my love for Nick Grimshaw.

OTHER RANDOM RAMBLINGS:
-Why did I chose the Crusades as my essay topic for History when I know absolutely nothing about them? I tried reading the Wikipedia page for them but even the complexity of that nearly melted my eyes and made a stir-fry out of my brain
-I'm going through a phase where I really want to travel to Cairo. I'm just so fascinated by Ancient Egypt, and to see the pyramids in reality would be mind-blowing. Shame I don't have a job and have an addiction to coffee...the only place where I'll be travelling for the next few years is to uni and Edmunds and Greer!
-This cold weather is making me a very happy teenager. Perfect weather for drinking coffee (and Irish Breakfast Tea), and it also provides the perfect excuse to rock my awesome Angry Birds slippers. What of it.
-I heard that Coldplay are touring Australia at some point in the near future. I'm. So. There. (Again, I'm currently broke, so if you have a strange urge to buy me a ticket, go ahead! I'll repay you in a nice Chloe hug)
-Phoebe and I are totally going to try out for the next Australian Amazing Race. Totally prepared to risk public humiliation for free travel!
-I'm currently brainstorming epic April Fools Day ideas. They are epically epic.
-Phoebe has to do a presentation for law on Monday, and she's 'presented' it to me so many times that I feel as though I could get up there on Monday and do it pretending to be her.
-I'm seeing one of my friends who lives in LA on Monday and I CANNOT WAIT!

I am now off to babysit. Yeah, I'm so cool that I babysit on a Saturday night. Boys, one at a time please.

Chloe Xx

MY HEAD. IT HURTS.

I am not lying when I tell you that I have been catching up on reading for the Middle Ages (the unit I'm currently doing for History) since 3pm this afternoon. It is now 8.42pm, despite what the confused time will tell you at the bottom of this post (usually a couple of hours off. I am yet to work out how to alter the time-zone!). Everything is the Middle Ages and nothing hurts. Except my head. It feels as though someone has filled it with water and it is now full, but they're still trying to pour more water in (why aren't I a poet....?!). I've only got 10 more pages to go before I'm up to date, and then can finally rest my head and go to sleep. To celebrate, I'll write a mega-post tomorrow morning. You heard it right. A MEGA POST. A bajillion words and all. Oh deary me..I am so tired that I should really publish this post and get back to work before my head hits my desk and my eyelids superglue shut.

The only thing getting me through the million pages on the Middle Ages (I really do love that rhyme) is the song Love Like a Sunset by Phoenix, which I've had on repeat for a very, very long time! Phoenix really is a genre of its own. Click here to hear the song (only after you put in your head-phones and turn your volume up full blast. Trust me-it'll be worth it!). Be sure to listen to the whole thing! It just gets better and better. Best study music in the history of life. It's just so beautiful!

Sozzle McGozzles.

Please excuse the lateness of this update (and the lameness of the title of this post-it's my new way of saying 'sorry'). It seems as though my university work load isn't a fan of this blog, and would rather my attention not continually drift away from it's endless pages.

The weekend that has just passed was insanely busy, however not a 'bad' busy in the slightest. One of my oldest friends flew down from Ballina to stay with me for the weekend, and we made sure we didn't waste any time. We watched a terribly enjoyable (but all the more terrible) movie called 'I Don't Know How She Does It', (A movie that is almost as bad as its title), ate lots of crap, laughed at old videos, went out for dinner, enjoyed spontaneous Greek dancing at a restaurant that we walked past and got invited into, participated in some seriously intense karaoke and then ended up on the harbour sipping cocktails. If you call that a bad weekend, then in the words of Mary Poppins, "you need a spoonful of sugar". 

OTHER UPDATES IN THE LIFE OF CHLOE: 

1. I know everyone has probably already seen it, but I watched 500 Days of Summer the other night AND IT IS SUCH A GREAT MOVIE! It's greatness may or may not have been exemplified by the extreme sex appeal of Joseph Gordon-Levitt, who I may or may not be in love with after watching the film...

2. I walked through three, THREE spiderwebs whilst walking to my front door after uni today. When I looked in the mirror once I got inside (and had stopped running around panicking like a duck on crack), it looked like I was wearing a hair-net. Three. Spiderwebs. THREEEEE. Why can life be so cruel!? It's as if life knew that I have a phobia of spiders and thought it would be funny to Punk me, minus the video cameras and Ashton Kutcher. 

3. I am absolutely obsessed with season two of Downton Abbey. It is truly the best thing I have ever watched. Matthew Crawley in uniform...Oh my.

4. I didn't have a coffee today and I'm still alive

5. I realised how behind I am in uni work after discovering that I have to read FIFTY PAGES ON THE MIDDLE AGES FOR TOMORROW MORNING. FIFTY PAGES ON THE MIDDLE AGES RHYMES. I'M REALLY TIRED AND SHOULD REALLY START THIS READING.

Over and out,

Chloe x

Everyone is hating on the rainy weather...

...and I'm sitting here wishing that it was like this every single day! I am so incredibly glad that Summer is over, and am currently embracing this refreshing cold change. The heater is on, I'm wearing (almost) as many layers as Ashley Olsen, and to top it all off I am enjoying a lovely hot coffee that my Grandma kindly dropped over knowing that I was home alone. Can this day get any better? I think not. Unless Ed Sheeran turns up at my doorstep to serenade me. Or any other British musician for that matter.


So my first week of university is drawing to a close, and I actually could not be any more happy about it. Not in the sense that I hate it and am happy that it's nearly the weekend, but rather that this week has assured me that I did make the right decision to choose the course that I did. Yesterday I had my first ever Media lecture, and the whole time I was sitting there trying to act cool when the little people inside my brain were screaming "I LOVE THIS OMG THIS IS MY DREAM COURSE PARTAYAAYY TIMEEE". I also had my first archaeology lecture, and the only way to describe it was...random? I was pretty disappointed walking in to the lecture to find that our lecturer was not Indiana Jones, but I swallowed some cement and got over it. We got a notification about our first essay which made me want to cry right there and then, but the swelling tears rested back in their ducts (nice imagery right there) after our lecturer told us that our tutorials are held underneath the University's museum (which even has a real mummy!), AND WE GET TO PUT ON GLOVES AND TOUCH THINGS! The only other downside to the lecture was that our lecturer would put up a slide and I'd begin typing it up...then BAM! The next slide would come up after I had written down three words. My notes from that lecture consist of "Civilisations...elements of a civilisation...random quote off a British academic about the word civilisation??". My sister's final lecture finished at 6pm, so instead of heading home I just sat in the quadrangle. It was raining, and I sat on a ledge looking out to the quad. It looked so incredibly beautiful in the rain that I just sat there looking like a tourist for an hour and a half. 

OTHER THOUGHTS:
-I found a gorgeous little cafe in Newtown called The Bell Jar. It's absolutely tiny but insanely awesome, sells incredible coffee, plays old music and has tonnes of Frankie magazines lying around to read. I'll definitely be back there soon!
-I stumbled across this on Tumblr: "That moment when you finish a book, look around, and realize that everyone is just carrying on with their lives as though you didn’t just experience emotional trauma at the hands of a paperback". I couldn't stop laughing because this is EXACTLY how I felt when I finished the final Harry Potter book on the train home from school. The entire world of Harry Potter had just come to a close, and I just shut the book and looked around at all the people sitting on the train reading their newspapers and playing on their phones, oblivious to the fact that the emotional roller-coaster that is the Harry Potter series had ended for me! I love when you see something, whether it's a quote, Facebook group or anything along those lines and realise that it's not just you that feels a certain way about something! 
-Last night I was scrolling down my newsfeed, and about every second person had shared the video of 'Kony 2012'.  I support any campaign that attempts to bring a war criminal to justice/address the issue of child soldiers, but I'm just hoping that people don't just post the video and then forget about the issue- It's going to take a lot of action to capture Kony and get him to the ICC! Go on the website for Invisible Children and sign the pledge today. 
-I love how Matt Corby is getting famous! I kind of knew him back in the Australian Idol days (I versed him in handball once and got out immediately because I was so distracted buy his angelic appearance). I even went to his Australian Idol Grandfinal party. He lost. It was pretty awkward. I also have a funny story about him-We were catching a train once and he was sitting nearby, and he had written his number on his skateboard. I gave my old phone to a 14 year old family friend, and I didn't delete my contacts. I wonder if she's worked out she has Matt Corby's number...


I kind of fell in love with him after he sung this on Idol!

Now go outside and jump in some puddles!
Chloe x

University.

So I kind of had my first day at University today. I woke up bright and early (the earliest I had woken up in three months), and it took an embarrassingly long time to work out what to wear. I ended up throwing on my Muse tour top, denim shorts and loafers. Why aren't I a world famous fashionista?! Move over Alexa Chung! When choosing shoes to wear, I nearly cried when I broke the zipper on my combat boots. Those combat boots and I have had a roller coaster ride of a relationship. When my friend and I went in to buy a pair of combat boots each two summers ago they were the last pair in our size, and after a lengthy (and heated) debate over who should get them, I won (you never challenge Chloe when she's focused on shopping). Fast-forward two years and those combat boots have walked pretty much to the Moon and back. I bought another pair of combat boots in LA when I was there in November but they don't have the same scruffiness as the broken ones. #firstworldproblems. WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO WEAR ON MY FEET NOW?! FEMININE SHOES?? PAAHH! 

Not long after the emotional act of chucking my combat boots in the bin (and three coffees later) I was sitting in my first ever history lecture: The Middle Ages. I thought that I was going to be a complete loner in History (as it seems as though everyone and their mother is doing either Philosophy or American Studies), but then I remembered my good friend Rachel was doing it, and I stuck to her like Jessica Watson sticks to the spotlight. I may or may not have been trembling from the caffeine throughout the lecture. Whilst walking I lost the heel of my loafers. It literally fell off. Why do my shoes hate me so much? I treat them fine!  Fast forward two lectures, delicious hot chips, a large Boost (even though I only paid for a Medium ;), and I was at home. Well, I am at home. Writing this. Now. There's my day in two paragraphs.

P.S. This made me laugh. A lot. SNL skits actually make my life. Click here to watch it (excuse the crappy quality-copyright has seen all the good quality versions taken down!).
P.P.S. Is it just me or does Jessie J literally sound like she's going vocal acrobatics in her song Domino?
P.P.P.S. I've always dreamed of having a crappy day and rocking up to the airport to book the next ticket out of Sydney. Shame that coffee tends to eat all my money!

How do you spell Jessica Watson? S-E-L-L O-U-T!

So I was casually reading the Telegraph this morning (don't judge-there was no other newspaper available this morning at Edmunds and Greer), and upon reading a little article I nearly choked to death on my coffee. Just when I thought I couldn't loathe Jessica Watson anymore than I currently do, I discover that she's a contestant on the latest series of Dancing with The Stars. I think she's realised that she really can't dwell any longer/make any more money from something she did two years ago, and that it's time to find another way to battle her way into the public eye! She has published her book, ended her deal with Ellé Bache, had her documentary made, and won Young Australian of the Year (which only really sent out the message that with enough money you can do anything). It's pretty much universally acknowledged that when any 'celebrity' signs up for Dancing with The Stars, their career is about to slide down a really steep hill into mud. So long, Jessica Watson! I've literally just stopped laughing about this. Oh deary me.

This week was pretty intense. I had my university's O-Week (more like H2oweek-I think the weather isn't really a fan of Sydney University), which I spent signing up for societies, eating too many hot chips at the Manning to escape the foul weather, meeting up with old friends/meeting new friends, and going to some random events like speed dating which proved to be a lot of fun! One of the down sides was discovering the prices of my various textbooks-my archaeology one alone is ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY DOLLARS. This week you'll find me desparately trawling online second hand bookstores in an attempt to prevent me from going broke!

In other news:
1. I've started writing in the beautiful new journal that my friend Eleni gave me on my 18th birthday. She wrote an amazing quote made by William Wordsworth on the very first page: "Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart". That is precisely what a journal is for. I've been keeping journals since I could put sentences together, and whenever I start a new journal and I'm in that awkward self-conscious phase of trying to sound proper, I remember my policy-If I wouldn't be humilated if someone else read the journal, then I'm not doing it right. A journal needs to be honest, and therefore embarrassing (well in my case anyway). If it's just you trying to sound clever, then it's not going to be much fun reading it in twenty years time! It's also great when you write down things which you're stressed about-I've found writing my problems down to be a good sort of therapy. Usually writing things down makes you realise how stupid it is that you're worring about it so much and makes it easier to move on!
2. Yesterday was one of those terribly shitty days. I woke up at 5.55am to prepare for buying One Direction tickets (don't judge), and at 9.00 when they went on sale the entire website crashed. By the time I had the opportunity to buy them, they had all sold out. Pure poo on toast. Then Mum informed me that my brother was 'sick' (AKA Had a bit of a sore throat and wanted to play the computer game 'Minecraft' all day) so I couldn't walk to the shops to get a coffee. Finally, to top off an insanely boring day indoors because of the weather, I walked into the laundry and literally thought that my 14 year old dog was about to die-he was shaking and his back legs were failing. He's OK now, but it was very scary seeing as though both my parents were at work!
3. I came across an amazing quote yesterday-"He closed his eyes and sank into the warm dusk that separates consciousness and sleep, where reality bends and sways to the wind of thought, and where creativity blossoms in its freedom from boundaries  nd all things are possible". I don't know if it's just me, but I can always tell when I'm on the brink of falling asleep. All of a sudden I start thinking about super, super random things that I don't really have any control over, and that's why I love the quote above so much-it's so accurate!
4. I'm posting my ultimate dinner party guest list tomorrow. It's a bit long...but the more the merrier!

P.S. In the letter that Eleni wrote at the front of my journal, she noted what I wrote here on my blog the day before my 17th birthday last year. "Cars are hilarious...I was on the bus this morning and I honestly couldn't stop laughing. It's people in boxes with wheels". I really do write about life-changing stuff on this blog!

I can't get over this!

I posted this a while a go (as in like two years ago!), but I just stumbled across it on Youtube and rekindled my love for it! Boy do I love a good mash-up!



For a song to listen to if you're kind of tired like me, click here and prepare for chilled awesomeness!

Lana Del Rey, GO AWAY!

So I kind of need to get this out of my system. You know how there's always those people that you just really can't stand? Well for me it was always Jessica Watson...and then I discovered Lana Del Rey. When I first came across her, my only thoughts were "Wow, she's had stuff done to her lips" and "This music is kind of boring...what's all the fuss about her?", then proceeded to carry on with my life. Fast forward a week, and I was reading the Good Weekend which had a feature on her. Interested, I read it instead of flipping past it. Let's just say that the article made me really angry!

It turns out that before she became 'Lana Del Rey', she was called Elizabeth Grant. She released an album which was basically a mega-flop, and then with the help of her millionare father she reinvented' herself as Lana Del Rey (including getting plastic surgery...). Kudos to her for succeeding in getting famous...but doesn't she give out a bad message? That with lots of money you can really do anything? Her and Jessica Watson are kind of in the same boat (pun intended).

 Oh, and once she got internationally famous she bailed on her Australian tour. I think the most confusing part of this action is why people bought tickets to see her live in the first place! Her recorded music isn't that bad, but would you want to watch her sing for an hour? Watch the video below to make up your mind...I think I'd rather watch two slugs humping each other...

They say, she's in the class eighteen...

See what I did there? I should really stop being such an Ed Sheeran fangirl...

So I'm kind of an adult now. I say 'kind of' because I'm an adult in a legal sense, but anyone who knows me will agree that I don't behave like an adult. I realised that I should really stop behaving like a 15 year old when I was on the phone to a friend fangirling over One Direction's announcement that they're touring Australia. I'll attempt to act a bit more mature in the forthcoming weeks. If One Direction plays on the radio, I'll say 'Oh em gee that boy band is like so terrible. Bon Iver like knows what music is like and his music can like read my souuulll and I play his songs on my guitar and then post them on my Tumblrrrr and get like 158503495804 notes', when inside my brain is really screaming "OH MY GOD ONE DIRECTION ARE SEX ON LEGS HARRY STYLES I'M GOING TO PASH AND DASH YOU WHEN YOU COME TO SYDNEY I DON'T CARE IF YOU GET A RESTRAINING ORDER AGAINST ME AND OMGGGGG NIALL'S IRISH ACCENT IS ADORABLE I WISH I COULD MARRY IT AND I LOVE HIS BLONDE HAIR AND LIAM IS SUCH A BABE EVEN THOUGH HE'S TAKEN BUT OH WELL JNKFO;SNDGJNFDGNFD AND LOUIS IS HILARIOUSSZZZZZZZ OMMMMMMMG IS IT LEGAL TO MARRY ALL OF YOU???!!". 

On to more important matters: My 18th birthday. I honestly couldn't have had a more amazing day...it included being given amazing presents (including incredible Swarovski earrings from Mum and Dad), being pampered at a day spa, going to Edmunds and Greer twice (yes, on my 18th birthday I went to Edmunds and Greer twice), having a lovely afternoon tea with the grandparents, and then heading out for what I thought was going to be a dinner with my Aunty and Uncle in Newtown which ended up being.... A SURPRISE PARTY! Yep, turns out Mum was secretly plotting with my friends! I got SUCH a big shock that I nearly fell all the way back down the stairs. It was so lovely to spend my birthday with my good friends, some of whom I haven't seen since last year! Such a great night. The only reason I didn't organise a party myself was because I'm too lazy, so it was SO nice to be able to see my friends and not have to worry about organising anything! I finished off the night coming home with Phoebe and Eleni and watching the final episode of Friends. We began watching it after the HSC and now we're finished! I nearly cried, and that's saying something because I don't cry very often!

My second day of being 18 (yesterday) was spent drinking coffee at Edmunds and Greer for three hours (and they asked us to model some hand bags for them which was quite hilarious), playing an extremely unsafe but all the more fun version of musical chairs in the car on the way to the beach (which involves running outside of the car...try doing that in heavy clogs!), relaxing on the beach, and then going out to the local pub with my friend who has recently moved to Canberra! We went back to his house where my friends thought it would be funny to all lick the screen of my new Blackberry! My poor, poor little Blackberry...

So yeah, I've been pretty busy! I'm absolutely dead now, and I'm babysitting tonight! Here's hoping I don't fall asleep.

Hope all of your weekends are going mighty fine,
Adult Chloe xx

Last day of being...

So I'm kind of turning eighteen TOMORROW. I was chatting to a woman who works at my local chemist (buying hair dye- my hair is now 'chocolate' coloured), and she said how she remembers me coming in with my Mum when I was six years old! It made my realise how much time flies-it only feels like yesterday that I would wander in to the chemist with Mum and check out the new Beanie Kidz range while Mum would buy medicine! I'm kind of suffering from a bit of Peter Pan syndrome right now...I DON'T WANT TO GROW OLD! I'm hoping I don't wake up with wrinkles tomorrow (Little bit too dramatic? I'll stop now).
That said, I'm excited for what turning 18 allows me to do in a legal sense. I can change my name, buy spray paint, be sued, get divorced, adopt a child, gamble, get a lap dance, buy scratchies, become a stripper and visit adult bookstores! Oh, and you know...I can vote and legally drink and stuff....
Can't wait to tell you all how tomorrow goes!
Love from seventeen year old Chloe X

"Treat me beneath this clear night sky
And I will lie with you
I start to feel those butterflies
When I’m next to you

Tell me your secrets
Give me a friend
Let all the good times flood in
Do I love you?
Do I hate you?
I can’t make up my mind
So let’s freefall
See where we land"