OK SO I'M REALLY TIRED (see sentence in previous post 'I have been deprived of coffee for the week'). No coffee=tiredness. Coffee=best friend. Me need coffee. Now.

I am currently reading Cloud Street by Tim Winton. It is so amazing, that if you haven't read it I suggest, no, I COMMAND you to run to the nearest library/bookshop and get it. You will not regret disturbing your relaxing evening for a run out in the cold wind. SERIOUSLY. No, seriously. Do it. Now.

Due to my tiredness/lazyness, I cannot be bothered to write anymore. Here are some really, really wise words of wisdom. Please do not be blown away by my wise words:

When I grow up I want a bed like this. In a room like this. I.e a bed that takes up a whole room.

I saw photos from the Bonds show at the fashion week (to tired to remember which one...think it's Rosemount?) Loved it so much I thought i'd post a photo of it. Instead of death-staring anorexic girls they had girls dancing down the runway!

These ducklings are cute. I want them. In my sink. Please?

The following photos either amuse me/remind me of a place or memory or both/agree with/want (i.e. the clothes)/or just love. Me going to bed now. Bye.

HELLO THERE

HELLO THERE (see above). Hope your windy day went well. I have been deprived of coffee for the week due to my amount of money in my wallet, or should I say, the lack thereof. This issue constantly provokes me to think 'should I get off my lazy ass and get a job?', but of course, I do not get off my lazy ass and get a job. So here I am waiting impatiently until Saturday morning when I will get my pocket money. Which, of course, will all go down the drain at the Sydney University open day. But apparently they do very, very good coffee. So we'll see.

The coming of the Sydney University Open Day and hearing Carmen Lu speak at school (the girl who went to my school who got into Harvard, Princeton and Yale), has caused me to ponder something horrific. Something so incredibly terrifying and disastrous that my lips begin to quiver as if the Grim Reaper himself is lurking around the corner.
I HAVE TO THINK ABOUT MY FUTURE..
In response to this thought, I grabbed a note pad off the pile which of diaries which I promise myself to begin writing in but never get around to it, and began scribbling down potential career paths. Let's just say that there were a lot of words on this page. Then I had the epiphany:
Chloe, why not you get into the highest paying job you can, then retire young and live happily every after.?.
YES I KNOW that it seems very idealistic, however it is possible. So unless I don't get into Arts/Law at Sydney University (or anywhere in the States), I AM GOING TO DO BUSINESS. Seriously. Don't know what sector yet...advertising...hedge-fund management...we'll see...

For now I'll enjoy being an immature 16 year old. OH! I nearly forgot to say. I want to die the tips of my hair blue. Don't know how, don't know when, BUT I WANT TO OK? Even if I never do it, I just enjoy saying that I plan to die the tips of my hair blue.
Like this:


My train was cancelled this afternoon. I was so hungry that I honestly began to whether it's possible for a stomach to eat itself. Turns out it can't. As I was waiting for TWENTY WHOLE MINTUES on the platform, my mind raced back to a photo I found a couple of days ago. It did not ease my hunger.

So now I have arrived home, literally stuffed my face with food, and am now about to finish my modern history individual project. Laters!

REMEMBER ME!?

So I haven't blogged for a while. Calc-yo-ass is OVER, and Legal Studies is finished. I predicted 2 out of the 3 questions. TAKE THAT PAUL YOU STUPID OCTOPUS.
Today was a mufti day, and it was impossible not to notice HOW MANY girls wore skirt/black tights/low-cut black boots. I never noticed that this had become a trend. Have I been living under a rock? But don't expect me to jump on the bandwagon...skirts ain't my thang.
I AM SO EXCITED. Why, you may ask? No, not for the government (bor-ing), BUT FOR THE FACT THAT U2 IS COMING TO AUSTRALIA. AND GUESS WHO IS SUPPORTING THEM? JAY-Z! I AM SO INCREDIBLY EXCITED HENCE THE INAPPROPRIATE USE OF CAPITALS.
ALSO ALSO ALSO, the Sydney University open day is this Saturday= so pumped :)
P.S. LOVING THE SUMMER WEATHER.
P.P.S. LOVING THAT MATHS IS COMING TO AN END (ONLY 3 WEEKS LEFT OF IT)
P.P.PS. LOVING JOESEPH GORDON-LEVITT (SEE BELOW)

WE WON OUR GRANDFINAL!! It was SUCH A CLOSE GAME but we won 3-2. After the presentation we then proceeded to Kirrawee Maccas and had a massive food fight. For some really odd reason we didn't get kicked out..

I've been trawling through fashion websites (calcul-ass procrastination), and I'm going to go out shopping (when my magical money magically appears), and buy lots and lots of things, for Spring/Summer of course.....embracing the warm weather after winter=BLOODY BLIZZARD. I need new shorts/floral leotard/cheap jewelry..Just onto a random tangent..is it just me or is it hilarious when people buy expensive clothes purely because it's expensive, and when it is in fact the ugliest thing you have ever seen? I'm not saying I don't love high-fashion and the wonderful creations the fashion houses produce, but it's just so funny how people think that what's 'in' is having expensive clothes, when you can buy an amazing, better outfit than the ones they paid over $300 for. It's about what looks good, not what costs more. My friend recently said about how it's weird when some people pay $80 for a plain white T-shirt...a $5 plain white T-shirt is still a plain white T-shirt. The only reason the expensive one is expensive is because the label's name is on it. I can't talk, however, as Tiffany and Co jewelery is expensive basically because it's Tiffany and Co. But still, I hope you get my point about ugly clothes. When I was going through that phase I got a hot pink Ralph Lauren Polo because, well, it was a Ralph Lauren Polo. I can see now how much of an idiot I was back then. The 'trend' now is not what's expensive, but what looks cheap. Markets/op shops etc. Look at the images below...you can see that cheaper=cooler=better.
HERE IS MY INSPIRATION (sorry for sounding cheesy).

HOCKEY GRANDFINAL

SO BASICALLY tonight is my hockey team's GRANDFINAL. We are hairspraying our hair blue, painting ourselves blue and decorating our dugout blue (our team colours are blue by the way!). We are TOTALLY going to win tonight..I can feel it in my bones (quote Love Actually). Time for an AWESOME weekend. Woot. Grandfinal tonight, getting a tone of work over with tomorrow, election party tomorrow night, and the city on Sunday. I'm not very excited, however, about the election. Don't really like either of them. .... but I stand by Labour. Even though Julia Gillard sounds like an ugg boot wearing, Bin-Tang singlet lover, greasy haired, truckie-wife-type bogan on steroids.

PEE. ESS. LOOK AT THE PHOTO BENEATH=LOOK AT THESE AMAZING SHOES. CAN YOU SEE HOW MANY CHUNKY MIU MIU HEELS ARE THERE THAT I BLOG ABOUT WANTING NON-STOP. UNFAIR. HENCE THE CAPITALS.

PEE.PEE.ESS. I want a dress and a cardigan like the ones below. Badly. Almost as badly as a pair of Miu Miu patterned chunky heels. Almost.

MY COLD IS NEARLY GONE! The warm weather has FINALLY arrived, and I think that was the final dose of medicine to cure me. To school today I made the incredibly stupid decision to throw tights on my legs, which consequently caused me to slowly melt as the hours passed and as the degrees increased. But now I am wearing a singlet and shorts and relishing (yes, relishing) the warm breeze coming through the window. So nicceee.
I have named next week the 'Week of Doom' (WOD for short). This is due to the fact that my Historical Investigation is due, I have a Calculus test on Monday ( I prefer to write it as Calcul-ASS), and a Legal Studies exam in THREE PARTS. However, I am very excited as on Sunday I'm going to my special friend Cindy's birthday at Pancakes on the Rocks (in Darling Harbour....?). I can't wait to order my Short Stack with strawberries, maple syrup, and CREAM.EVERY SINGLE TIME I ask for the CREAM option, not ICE CREAM, AND THEY GIVE MY ICECREAM. I don't like it when it melts and ruins my pancakes OK?.

I really, really, really want Summer to come back. All of last Summer I was whining about how it was so humid, and how I COULD NOT WAIT for Winter to come. Now it's here and Winter, I'm not liking you that much, you've only brought wind and no rain (which I love), as well as a MEGA COLD (that still hasn't gone away). Onto a more random tangent, this weekend I'm going to buy a really cute corset/top thing (sorry about poor description). I'll post a photo when I get it!.
P.S Doesn't this ad make you really happy?