Day 6: Which is your favourite season, and why? My answer to this question is WITHOUT A DOUBT Summer. Fo Sho. First of all, I am a Summer baby (born on the 23rd of Feburary). Despite this, I still have the freedom to love other seasons more, however Summer is still my favourite season for numerous reasons. The season of Summer is associated with the end of school, the beach, friends, Christmas and New Years Eve/New Years. It is a very festive season and for the most part also has a seemingly relaxed/happy atmosphere. Also also also, the fashion is Summer is so much cheaper, and if you wanted to you could just walk around in bikinis for days on end (unless of course, you are of the male gender).
That is all.
P.S. I LOVED LAST NIGHTS GLEE EPISODE! Blaine is such a great addition to the show, and I loved that being gay didn't necessarily define who he was, it was just one aspect of him. I thought that the episode sent a really powerful message to gay youth.
Day 5: What are your 3 favourite colours? This is a question of the 'very, very dull' kind, however if you care enough about my answer to continue reading, then my three favourite colours are: BLUE BLACK RED You are probably saying 'OMG BLACK ISN'T A COLOUR'. Well, honey, black absorbs all frequencies of light in the visible spectrum producing the colour black. So there. Black.Blaaaaccccckkkkk.
Today was one of those really, really boring/dull days. I didn't have any money for a coffee, consquently sufferring coffee-withdrawal symptoms for the better part of the day. Despite my sulking, I am really enjoying the book I'm reading right now (Fateless), about a young boy at Auschwitz. It's really sad but beautifully written.
My agenda for the rest of this evening consists and consists only of: WATCHING DARREN CRISS ON GLEEEEEEEEEEEEE You may have seen him in A Very Potter Musical (if you live under a rock and consquently don't know who/what this is, click here). He's the guy singing in the Teenage Dream video I posted a couple of days ago. Droooooll. The episode BETTER BE GOOD BECAUSE I'M SKIPPING YOGA FOR IT!
He has called his new baby guinea pig Ziggy Stardust.
Day 4: Talk about your closest friend(s) This question is really difficult to answer, as A)I have numerous close friends and B) I wouldn't want to offend anyone I used to not be able to say who my best friends were, but time has seen a few friendships endure fights/moving schools/growing up. My relationships with my friends are very much based on trust (.....I'm a tad too sensitive) and as it stands today I have around 5 really 'close friends'. They're of both sexes, and some of them I have known since I was 5 months old, others I only met in the past 2 years (but feel as though we've been friends the same length of time as the one's which whom I've been friends with since babies). It sounds cheesy but I'm seriously the luckiest girl in the world to have such amazing friends....I apologise if you just vomited due to my cheesiness.....BUT DEAL WITH IT. I HAVE COOL FRIENDS OK?
P.S. I was just thinking about The OC and thought about this song. It's a tad depressing/emo but I personally think it's a really beautiful song.
Day 3: What is your favourite TV Show? Modern Family. No reasons needed. Maybe Glee aswell, however the storylines are becoming a tinsey bit bland...
Today was an above average day. Allow me to explain, my friends. We selected Newtown to hang out as EVERY SINGLE TIME we go out together we always go to George Street Cinemas and then hang around that area. So today was an adventure.
We met at the station, then headed up, then down, then all around Newtown trying to find Doitao Thai. Getting lost inorder to find it was worth it. Before we ordered we all decided to be experimental and try a diverse range of dishes, however when the waitress came we all ordered Pad Thai (it's yummy ok?). For $10 each we all got a HUUUGGEE Pad Thai each and none of us could finish them so we are all having them for lunch tomorrow (nothing, I repeat, NOTHING beats leftover Pad Thai). At the restaurant I had a near-death experience of locking myself in the bathroom. I have been phsycologically scarred for life.
We then wandered around King Street and....wait for it....IBOUGHT A MAXI SKIRT! It was from Tree Of Life and had been reduced from $30 TO $8.75!!!! I could not believe my eyes. I had an embarrassing experience at the shop where I had previously tried on a necklace at the store and had forgotten to take it off, and had it on when I was buying my skirt and everything. No wonder I was getting wierd looks from the shop assistant.....well she shouldn't sneer at my stupidity as I overheard her telling another shop assistant how she ate a chilli thinking it was capsicum....
After my embarrassing experience had concluded, we walked around FOR EVER trying to find Black Star, a patissere which was written up in the Sydney Morning Herald as having the best chocolate eclairs in the whole of Sydney (under 'Food you must try in Sydney before you die'). We walked up the whole of Kings Street, asked people in shops where it was, to find out it was the opposite end. Finally arriving outside Black Star we realised that we had walked past it. TWICE. The chocolate eclairs there are TO DIE FOR (I'm not joking). Instead of cream inside, it's CHOCOLATE MOUSSE. It's a hefty $4.50 but it is TOTALLY worth it. Droooooooooolll. They do good really good coffee too.
There is a really cute boutique next to Black Star where Cindy bought a pair of Levi high waisted shorts for $29!!!! I was talked out of buying a pair of reading glasses (they were only $15), but I WANTED THEM SO MUCH because they made me look so intelligent. So intelligent.
We then bought Nina's Chocolates (I got a Pink Flamingo) and caught the train home. The End.
Oh and I bought the black knee-high socks on my wishlist (and I bought some grey frilly ones too), so now I need to get the tights on the girl below! When I get more money, of course.... P.S. HAPPY 7/11 DAY! I got my free slurpee :) P.P.S. Darren Criss in Glee: Kurt's future boyfriend? Even if he isn't I LOVE HIM IN THIS SONG!
Day 2: Talk about your piercings/tattoos if you have any I only have the usual, unorigional piercings (i.e. one on each ear). Growing up, Mum always said that I could only get my ears pierced when I turned 16, so for numerous years in primary school I was lame enough to wear stick on earrings out of Total Girl Magazine to hide my embarrassing, shameful non-pierced ears from my friends. THE STORY DOES NOT END HERE, MY FRIENDS. Then came along the State Athletics Carnival in year 5. You may be thinking one of the following things: 1. What has an athletics carnival got to do with piercings? 2. Is she trying to change the subject to divert the attention away from her unperceived ears? WELL, basically Mum said that if my relay team made it to the State Final I could get my ears pierced (she obviously had NO faith in me WHATSOEVER, or maybe she thought telling me this would make me run faster...which it did). I MADE IT INTO THE FINAL. So there you have it folks, the tale of me getting two holes in my ears.
On the subject of piercings, piercings (and tattoos) on guys is SUCH a turn off. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW Here is a tip for the guys of the world- TAKE YOUR PIERCINGS OUT AND LET THEM CLOSE UP. You don't have to take my advice cause of 'freedom' and everything, but hey, it's for your own benefit.
P.S. I want one of those lamps which when turned on project stars everywhere. If anyone has one I want it. WOOOOOOOOO I CAN'T WAIT UNTIL HARRY POTTER 7 PART ONE Now I think about it I should get off my lazy ass and by some tickets.....
Day One: Your middle name, and how you feel about it. I've always secretly loved my middle name, hence the name of my blog. I think Chloe Annabelle flows like first and middle names should. The End. Cool story Hansel!(Sorry, Zoolander reference...had to do it).
Today was an above average day. To begin with, whilst buying my coffee (from the gorgeous couple at Central who call me their 'baby' and give me free coffees) , she gave me a Lindt chocolate bar and told me to 'tell my parents how much she spoils me with chocolate and coffee'. Naw.
At school I got on top of work and had a meeting with my Extension 2 English mentor and WE OFFICIALLY KNOW WHAT I'M DOING. My concept has completely changed since my first meeting with her all those weeks ago, AND I'M LOVIN' IT! Can't wait to start writing it- my logbook already has heaps in it so I may as well begin writing it this weekend!
Chloe's ToDo List: The Weekend Edition 1. Read 'Fateless', 'Evil' aswell as history booklets/drama booklets/english booklets 2. Attempt to start writing my drama monologue 3. EXCERCISE and attempt to recreate some yoga moves at home from my class 4. Babysit Nina from 5-12 (and think of stuff to do whilst babysitting....) 5. Go to Doi Tao Thai on Sunday and CHILLAX FOR ONCE 6. Complete chapter 2 legal notes 7. Finish modern history notes 8. Complete Ext. 1 English homework
So there you have it folks, there's my very interesting life for you. Hope you had an enjoyable time reading through that list and scoffing at how much awesomer your weekend is. GO AWAY.
Actually, don't go away. I have some pretty photos to show you. And a cute song that you may or may not have heard from the Where The Wild Things Are trailer.... P.S. I want these shoes. They're like Dorothy's ruby slippers on steroids.
I have had many enjoyable (and twice as many non-enjoyable) experiences on trains. Allow me to share a highlight of my 'enjoyable train experiences' file in my brain. Two days ago I was on the way home from seeing a play, seated by myself on one of those semi-decent country trains. Two tough looking Islander teenage guys walked on board and sat down on the seats about 3 rows ahead of me.
I was desperately attempting to finish reading a book for English, however my mind drifted over to their conversation. It was so enjoyable/amusing/insightful to listen to. They were talking about girls. Being the investigator/stalker I am, I grabbed out a notebook and began to write down a bit of the dialogue. I was a bit disappointed as I missed out on the majority of the conversation due to my reading however I did manage to catch the last of it.
[In a tough, 'Laddish' voice] Boy 1: ...yeah. You've got to like, acknowledge them [girls]. Boy 2: Yeah....acknowledge them. Boy 1: I've learnt that they really like it when you're talking to your mates and you turn around to them and say 'oh hi! Didn't see you there!' Boy 2: Yeah...you've got to ease up to them. But like, don't become their best friends or anything Boy 2: True...you have to stay mysterious
As you can imagine, I was trying to hold in my laughs. I was giggling partially because of that they were saying (...stay mysterious?) and partially due to the fact that they looked SO tough in their singlets, cargo shorts and Nikeys. It's nice to know that even though a lot of people put on 'tough' masks, acting as though they could kill a kitten, deep down they still have a soft and romantic side. P.S. My image uploader is once again working, so as a celebration I posted a photo of a very decent looking young man P.P.S. I think I just found the best/cutest Halloween costume. EVER.
Ok so to put it bluntly, I nearly died on the train today. Death by squishing. Allow me to explain. Today at approximately 3.37 my usual train home pulled in at the glorious Central Station (now I think about it, maybe 'glorious' isn't the right term to accurately describe Central Station...how about 'filthy'?). With my MX newspaper in my hand (which is my source of entertainment for the train rides home), I bolted through the doors as they opened, beating all the adults to the empty seats (you may be thinking HOW RUDE AND INCONSIDERATE, however, I have decided that as a determined young woman I need to rest my legs/muscles for them to grow properly...).
So I was sitting in my seat, reading my MX, about to leave Redfern Station when the ground began to shudder. I looked around to see where the noise was coming from, to see the most OBSCENELY OBESE person I have ever seen in my entire life (and boy have I seen plenty of obese people, I spent 4 months in America). . To my horror a second obscenely obese homosapien followed the first creature down the stairs. The story does not end here, my friends.
I was sitting in a double seat with Phoebe, one of us on each seat facing each other. Once seeing the two women looking at our precious seats and personal space, they began to walk (sorry, wobble) over to us. I began to sweat and made nervous eye contact with Phoebe and the people around us sniggering silently in happiness that they weren't us in this situation. NOW HERE IS WHERE THE STORY BEGINS, MY PEOPLE.
Rather than one person sitting next to Phoebe on her seat and one next to me...wait for it... THEY SAT DOWN ON EITHER SIDE OF ME. So here was Phoebe sitting by herself on one side of the double seat, and me with TWO OF THE FATTEST PEOPLE YOU WILL EVER LIVE TO SEE ON EITHER SIDE OF ME. I honestly thought that my lungs were going to burst, they were being compressed to such an extreme degree. The fat on their legs was piling onto my skirt so I couldn't move, and I couldn't even continue reading my MX because of the fat of their chests and arms. It was ridiculous.
I am not putting down obese civilians (as maybe their weight is out of their control due to health issues), however I just don't understand why they HAD TO SIT ON EITHER SIDE ON ME when there was a nice, spacious seat situated next to Phoebe.
The End.
P.S My computer STILL won't let me upload photos. I'm building up a large file of pretty photographs for when I lets me to do so once more.
Soz (yes, soz) I haven't posted in a while. Methinks I should prioritise, where year 12 homework bundles precedes blogging. I need to vent. Here we go:
1. Bruno Mars really, really pisses me off, and to be more specific, Bruno Mars' song Just The Way You Are pisses me OFF SO MUCH I could throw a brick at a trick or treater's head. Firstly, WHY OH WHY would any teenage girl swoon over a guy called BRUNO. COME ON. BRUNO!. Secondly, his lyrics are an insult to the music society- it's like my ears are being mutilated. It is as though he has filed through the cheesy hits from history and compiled them all into one fail of a song. It is as if he has tried his hardest, tried with all his might to write lyrics which he hopes makes girls swoon and roll all over him. Here are a few 'highlights' from the song: "....Her nails, her nails....I could kiss them all day if she'd let me" "....When I see your face, there's not a thing that I would change...cause you're amazing" OH GOOD GAWWDD. This is not only an insult to music, but an INSULT TO US WOMEN! Who does he think we are? Does he honestly think that we give a flying rainforest leaf about guys LOVING OUR NAILS. Bruno, I don't blame the 'subject' of your song for rejecting your offer of kissing her nails. Why? BECAUSE a) that is just plain creepy (unless you're Jack from Titanic or James Franco, which you're not) and b) YOUR NAME IS BRUNO.
2. I need more money. After my spending spree which I described in great detail in my previous post, Dad o dearest gave me $30 which, rather than saving it like a good girl, spent it on a vintage belt and a black furry vest. I need an intervention.
3. Indie-ness really ticks me off. What started out as calling goths/emos 'alternative and individual' has turned into a cultural movement which I can't escape. My attitudes towards people trying oh so hard to be 'indie' is well summarised by my acquaintance Phoebe: 'Indies should just....piss off'. . It's so ironic/contradicting how people (majority being teenagers) say 'I'm so alternative' and wear random clothes from the markets in a Tanzenetan rainforest, listening to bands that noone else knows with names such as Çoncrete tomatos bobbling in water(and probably don't even exist), and getting high all the time, cause, you know, that's what I do cause I'm so iinnddeehhh. WELL HONEY. So does all of the other 111666000000000000099 'Indies'. You're not individual anymore! INDIE IS MAINSTREAM. So stop trying so hard to be indie and JUST BE YOURSELF!.
4. Why can't Leonardo Di Caprio stay how he looked in Titanic? Now he looks so....old.
5. Why cant they play more Hey Monday on the radio? They are so. Good. And she's only a tiny bit older than us. My favourite song of theirs right now is Six Months. It's so cute even though it makes me depressed that IM SINGLE AND ALONNNEEEE
Friday, October 29, 2010
A moment, a love a dream, aloud a kiss, a cry our rights, our wrongs
I allowed myself to walk into a shopping centre with all the money I had.
I spent it all.
EVERY LAST CENT.
Before the State Drama Festival, I bought a really cute dress, and on the way to the theatre I saw a gorgeous top and tried it on. I decided to test my self control, and to my surprise I somehow managed to put the top back and walk out of the store. Continuing on down the road, I said to myself "Wow Chloe, you have totally changed your ways..you showed some self control!". I said this in my head of course...what, you think I'm some weirdo who talks to themselves, like the drunk guy who was sitting opposite you on the train this morning? (*awkward silence*)
After we performed at the festival (which went awesomely), I decided to drop by my local Westfield to waste some time.
Bad decision Chloe. I spent the rest of my money. ALL OF MY BABYSITTING MONEY. But hey, on the way out I got a free Large Skim Capp. with one sugar for FREE because I did a 2 minute survey for Westfield. Nothing, I repeat, NOTHING tastes better than free coffee.
In the past 2 days since I have posted I have had many life-changing realisations: 1. I HATE TOE RINGS. My EXTREME hatred for such insults to fashion is well summarised in the following quote made by my acquaintance Phoebe: 'Toe rings....should just go and die in a hole". AMEN TO THAT SISTER. Toes are gross. Rings on toes are grosser. 2. Everyone should read 'The Happiness Trap' by Dr Russ Harris. STOP STRUGGLING, START LIVING!. So motivational/inspiring, while pretty funny at the same time. It's a book entirely dedicated to happiness and how be genuinely happy. Guaranteed entertainment when read aloud at lunchtimes with friends. 3. Yoga is amazing. I started the new course on Wednesday night and I can truly say that it is amazing (couldn't find a better word...). I walked in to a dimly lit room with yoga mats and blankets spread out in a circle, calming music playing in the background. The session began with 5 minutes of just lying still, followed by an hour of yoga (which wasn't too difficult), and finished with 15 minutes of relaxation, where my instructor placed a blanket and an aromatherapy mask on my. I have NEVER been so relaxed in my entire life. When I stood up after the lesson had finished I nearly toppled over due to the fact that I was so relaxed. 4. Never eat chocolate mousse with musk-sticks and biscuits as forks, washing it down with lemonade. While it may be tasty/seem like a good idea at the time, when you feel like you are going to vomit just before you go on stage you will regret it. Promise. 5. I learnt how to say 'I want you' in Spanish: Te de so. To say to my chocolate bar, of course.
Ta taa my darrrrlings
P.S. Please excuse my lack of photos. Blame it on my stupid computer which WON'T LET ME UPLOAD ANY
Summary of my attempt at learning Spanish: I throw my Spanish in the air somtimes saying ayo nocomprehendo I know Dynamite jokes are getting a tad stale/old/lame BUT COME ON PEOPLE. THIS IS PURE GENIUS.
Today was the NIDA HSC Drama Study Day which was pretty insanely informative, and to top it off I took a risk and wore my Nan's shorts and I'll definitely be wearing them again in the near future. I also took my new Topshop satchel which I am very protective of and LOVE (thanks again Eleni!). I think I may have found a monologue to do for the HSC but we'll see.
I now have money (and lots of it) from babysitting, I have been inspired to post fashion inspired photos. Speaking of fashion, I have very exciting news.
I AM TRICK-OR-TREATING THIS HALLOWEEN!
You may label me as 'lame' or 'immature' BUT BUT BUT I have never been before so I am embracing this new-found freedom (....?). The fashion-related aspect to this random tangent is WHAT DO I WEAR? I am so desperate for ideas that unless I think of something better, I am going to throw a white sheet over me and cut eye holes.
P.S. I really want a thick brown belt, a thin brown belt, a maxi-skirt and knee-high sock. That's all. P.P.S. Love.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Yesterday was pretty awesome. Allow me to explain. I slept in (this is an achievement as usually everyday I wake up automatically at 6.15, but today was an exception). I then, using a large amount of self discipline, wrote a summary for everything we've done in Modern History this term, spanning over a whole 8 pages. By the end of writing the summary, I felt dizzy and WW1 had nearly driven me to insanity. I don't blame Moltke for screwing up everything for Germany- just one hour of writing notes on war plans gave me headaches. Nethertheless, I felt quite accomplished and thoroughly pleased whilst flipping through my new, fresh, NEAT set of notes.
I then met Eleni at Edmunds and Greer (it's become abit of a routine, you see), and EDMUNDS AND GREER WAS FULL (*shocked gasp*). Instead of panicking, I took 10 deep breaths, and walked inside where we ordered takeaway coffee instead of waiting for a table (which would have taken ages....it was hot, ok?). With our coffees, we walked along the line of shops were we all signed up for a new yoga class on Wednesday afternoons, then we proceeded to the bakery where we bought the last of the fresh white baugettes. The guy who works in that bakery is SO. CUTE. We then ate our baugettes and drank our coffees in a park under a really pretty tree/bush thing. Great description, but this tree/plant thing is HARD TO EXPLAIN (*cries*)
I came home, wrote a abit of my HSC drama monologue, then set off to babysit two very adorable children, AND I GOT A TIP. Snaps for me. After the kids went to bed, I watched Spiderman for the first time. You could imagine my reaction when I discovered that both TOBEY MAGUIRE and JAMES FRANCO were in it. How had I not seen this earlier? The movie was so good I looked around the house for the next two, found the third one, and watched it. I am now proud to admit I am a Spiderman convert.
I had an 11 hour sleep last night yet I feel as though I had no sleep at all... I'll do a mega-post tomorrow (I've spent the last hour since returning from dinner at my Grandma's house collecting photos), but I just had to post the excerpt from an interview below which made me laugh as it is SO TRUE. If only I could hold a pause like Alan Rickman.
“Jon: [Alan Rickman] holds a pause better than any other actor. Russell: Ah, doesn’t he just! Jon: There’s a line in Harry Potter where he pauses for about half an hour in the middle of a sentence and just nails it. “People will think you’re……up to something.” Takes him about three hours to say it but you’re excited all the way through. Russell: It must be a nightmare behind him in Tesco or something like that. “What……will I have?” Jon: “Do I want……cashback?” Russell: “Do I have……a Tesco Clubcard?” Jon: “People will think I’m……buying something.”
P.S. Here's................another HSC motto photo.(GET IT!? I DID A LONG PAUSE LIKE ALAN RICKMAN! But seriously).
P.S. I still love this song even though I have listened to it about a million and one times. Also listen to Dog Days are Over by Florence and the Machine.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Boys are like songs. There are those songs that you instantly love, and the songs you hate at first but then learn to like. There are the songs you like at first, but then they start to get irritating. There are the songs that you love when you first hear them, but when you truly listen to them, you realize they aren’t that great after all. And then there are the songs that you may not hear for awhile, but when you do hear them, you still know all the words.
I didn't like last night's Glee episode, except the legendary line spoken by the one and only Finn:
"Dear Cheesus, please let me touch Rachel's girl boobies".
I think it was great that the explored the concept of religion, however having the only non-religious member of the Glee club being gay was a tad stereotypical.
Today's mufti-day at school was HALLOWEEN! Last year I came as Sarah Palin (complete with a mask which I kept on most of the day....only at a selective school would one not get bullied for dressing up as a political figure). This year I came wearing a normal, casual outfit, with...wait for it... SKIN-COLOURED BLOODSTAINED TIGHTS!
You have to see them to believe just how real they look- it genuinely looked as though I got hit by a car or had my legs mauled by dogs. When I was in the canteen with my friend the lady at the register FREAKED OUT like you would not believe and nearly dropped my friend's butter chicken (my friend Jedda loves her butter chicken...no one get in the way of Jedda and her butter chicken).
Enough on blood-stained tights. It dawned on me today, when I was in the library wasting a free period, that this is my last year of my schooling career before pursuing TERTIARY EDUCATION (!!!!!!!!!!). I stopped what I was doing and began to work my ass off, slaving away on my Extension History concept. See! I can have self discipline sometimes (*nervous laugh*)!
I really wanted to write something cheesy/motivational/sad here about how after this year we are all going separate ways and it's all up us to make the most of our lives.....but I thought that this photo appropriately summed up my attitude towards year 12.
But before the HSC IS HARRY POTTER 7 PART ONE! I am so excited and I have subsequently shifted into a very festive mood. My group at school has already begun to carefully plan a Harry Potter party (I'm coming as Ron...sshhhh!, complete with all 6 DVD's, going out to eat Treacle Tarts (Harry's favourite desert), chocolate frogs and SPIDERS! We're cool like that. I think the photo below may be the best end to a book, ever. If you live in a hole which inside a hole, the sentence below is the line completing the Harry Potter series. I cried when I read it. If you have never read Harry Potter, I suggest you get out of my way before I personally torture you with the Crucio Curse. If you didn't take my advice and move out of my way, and survived the Crucio curse, I also found this song while procrastinating and it is SO good to just press play to this song when you've had a pretty average day...
P.S. I really love the two photos below. Hope you do too!
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