Here comes the sun (do do do do)

So it's the 26th of August...which means that it's nearly September...which means that IT IS NEARLY SPRING. Spring is by far my favourite of the four seasons due to fundamental reasons:
A) The warmth. It's not insanely, disgustingly hot like Summer, but just warm enough to wear summery clothes and feel comfortable.
B) The smell of the flowers. When I was babysitting yesterday morning, I took the little girl for a walk in the sun and we picked two bouquets of flowers which SMELT AMAZING. They looked amazing too. I was a little bit too keen on getting great photos of them for Instagram when we got back to the house...so much so that I didn't even notice that she was putting lip gloss on her teeth.
C) The metaphorical meaning (if you could call it that). Freshness, regrowth (not of the dyed-hair type) and happiness (that's not a metaphorical meaning but Spring makes me happy so I just wrote it. FORGIVE ME). I don't think this reason really makes much sense, but you can't just have A and B without a C.

I've been pretty busy for the past week. The other day I was trying to figure out HOW I AM ALWAYS BUSY when I'm only at university 14 hours a week? I guess once you throw work, homework, the radio show, stalking the Game of Thrones cast, bleeding my little heart out into my journal and interning into the picture, my free time becomes the size of a 5 cent coin. That said, whenever I schedule time to do homework I end up socialising. Both in real life and on Facebook. And Instagram. I heart Instagram.

OTHER THINGS I'VE BEEN DOING FOR THE PAST 168 HOURS:
1. Successfully completed my first radio show with Alisha. Despite working out what we were going to do on the show in the hour before-hand, it went really smoothly. I always knew that it was going to be fun, but boy did the time fly! The two hours went by way too quickly. All of you should like the Facebook page (http://www.facebook.com/surgfm.chloealisha), and tune in for the show this week!
2. The book that we have to read in my journalism unit, The Universal Journalist, arrived in the mail on Monday. I started reading it on Tuesday and finished the entire thing. It. Is. So. Good. If you're studying/interested in journalism BUY IT NOW. Please take notice of the sense of urgency that those capital letters exert. I don't plan on being a journalist, but after reading that book I found myself typing a way at an article during my Marketing lecture. Very motivating!
3. When the weather first started to warm up this week, I threw on some yellow nail polish to celebrate. That nail polish had been sitting on my desk for two months after I randomly bought it for $2. Let's just say that it is the first cheap nail polish I have ever bought that looks cheaper than how much I bought it for.
4. I CANNOT STOP LISTENING TO PASSION PIT'S NEW ALBUM. I've literally had it on repeat for the past 168 hours. Carried Away never fails to lift my mood. I've posted it below so it can lift your mood too (if the warm weather hasn't done so already). It has got one of those choruses that when you're listening to it full blast you can't help but do a special dance like the guy in this video [click here]. Or like this girl [click here]
xx

I have no words....

...apart from the fact that the video that I have posted below is by far the most relaxing thing I have ever listened to/experienced in the entire duration of my existence. Don't take notice of weird-ass name 'Relaxing Make Up Artist Role-Play' that sounds more like a porno than a relaxation video.  When the video was first linked me to it I was just as cynical as you, BUT then I put in my headphones...sat on my bed...and before I knew it the video was over and I was more relaxed than a sloth in a hammock in Hawaii. I'm not joking when I say PUT IN those headphones, GET LYING on your bed, PRESS PLAY to this video and GET RELAXED!

Also, my radio show with my friend Alisha (click here for her blog) starts tomorrow! Tune in to SURG FM from 4-6 tomorrow (Tuesday) to experience our hilariously witty banter that is essentially music/sex to your ears. When we make our show's Facebook page tonight, I'll post it here along with a link to listen to our show on the internet! Very excited.

AMAZINGNESS.

I have made the title of this post 'Amazingness' for two significant reasons:
1) On the way to Edmunds and Greer this morning with Phoebe (I POWER WALKED there to buy my coffee. Kudos to me and my seemingly amazing exercise habits), an elderly man DIPPED HIS HAT AT US and said 'Good morning ladies' with a smile. So adorable. I had the biggest smile on my face long after I had finished that coffee! Nothing quite beats old fashioned manners.
2) The cover of Keane's 'Somewhere Only We Know' that I've posted below is the epitome of amazingness. I've had it on repeat whilst attempting to battle my way through the copious amount of reading for Renaissance. The cover is perfect for a Sunday afternoon! Get listening. Oh, and please ignore the fact that the YouTube channel that uploaded this video is called 'EmotionalMusicTV'. No, I don't spend my days listening to that channel whilst crying and eating ice cream-it was the first video of the cover that came up! That said, who doesn't love a good old wallow under your covers while listening to Adele? Everyone should be entitled to a classic Adele wallow.

Sorry, what?

While interning the other day, I was trawling the internet conducting some research on some clothing brands, during which I stumbled across some images which made my blood boil to a degree even hotter than Harry Lloyd (the 1800BABE from Game of Thrones). It was the new '8Fourteen' range avaliable at Witchery. In marketing last week we were looking at complaints regarding Target's 'skanky' clothes for 8-14 year olds, however it wasn't the actual design of the clothes in the Witchery range that made me particularly angry. It was the look of the girls modelling them. Not only do they all look many, many years older than their actual age (I don't think any of them are older than 13), but the girl in the middle looks like she could be 18. They're probably still in primary school for goodness sake! Let them be kids! When I was that age I was too scared to kiss a boy in the fear of getting a life-threatening disease, jamming to SCLUB7, and learning my two times tables. How much of an 'It Girl' can you be at 12 years old!? And SMILE GIRL! Stop with the pout! What have you got to frown about at your age? Not being able to find the perfect dress to your year 6 farewell?

In other news, HOW INSANELY EPIC WAS THE OLYMPICS CLOSING CEREMONY? If you pretend that the randomly pointless 'supermodel' segment never happened, then it was literally perfect. Muse owned that stadium, and the Spice Girls completely and utterly won me over. I'm currently suffering from Post-Olympics Depression. HOW am I going to survive my mornings without my daily Olympic catch-ups on TV over coffee? Life goes on, I guess. Hoping to actually be at the Rio Olympics, so I better start saving!

Passion Pit strikes again

RANT.

While shopping on Friday, my eyes fell on something which nearly made me spit my coffee out (and it was an amazing coffee so that's really saying something). "What was it?" You're probably thinking. "Fifty Shades of Grey? Crocs? A former Hi-5 member on the cover of Zoo Magazine?". I can confirm that the item is far worse than any of the things listed. Sneaker wedges.

They were actually at every single shoe store I went to. They were everywhere, basking in their heeled-gym shoe glory. Not only are they ugly as hell, HOW are they practical in any way? Are you going to wear them to the gym? No. Are you going to wear them out to socialise? No. Are you going to wear them IN PUBLIC!? If you were going to answer yes to that question, I recommend that you seek professional help. Pronto.

I returned home and Googled "Fugliest shoes ever" to seek more information on the weirdness that are these new styles of shoe. They didn't come up in that search, so I tried "sneaker wedges". To my horror, MTV Style has named them the "It Shoe of the Season", and apparently Beyonce is their number one fan. I guess motherhood affects you in more ways than one.

Musical-esque-post-don't know where I'm going with this blog post title

This past week has been insanely busy, hence the lack of any sort of random videos/photos/music/text. I have finished my first week back at university (minus tutorials), and as much as it hurts me to say this...I AM ALREADY BEHIND. I left it until Friday to buy all of my textbooks and readers, and to my horror the two books that I really needed for journalism were sold out at the university bookshop. I then trekked it into the city and literally went to every single bookshop I could find, all of which had sold out of the books too. I have now resorted to buying them online, which is going against every single moral and value I have regarding the purchasing of books. I am now re-evaluating my life. 

OTHER THINGS THAT I HAVE BEEN DOING INSTEAD OF BLOGGING IN THE PAST FEW DAYS:

-Listening to a lot of music (hence my attempted 'Musical' blog post title). I'm talking Two Door Cinema Club and General Fiasco's new albums, Temper Trap (I know I'm 848230578 years late but WHO CARES THEIR MUSIC IS PHENOMENAL and I'm seeing them support Coldplay YIPEE), and Ed Sheeran...I spent two nights in bed listening to his music wallowing at the fact that I missed out on tickets to his concert. 

-Watching the Olympics. I'm not really the type who watches a lot of sport on TV (I stick to quality TV like Being Lara Bingle and Masterchef), but I am actually hooked on the Olympics. My favourite events to watch are definitely the gymnastics and the athletics now it's started...let's just pretend for the sake of this post that Australia isn't experiencing a 'flop' of an Olympics. 

-Enjoying the warm-ish weather (by Winter standards). Despite everyone around me still wearing jumpers and scarves, I've spent the past three days walking around in dresses and sandals in an attempt to embrace this warm weather while it lasts! Warm weather definitely has an impact on my mood-just having the temperature raise itself a couple of degrees resulted in me becoming multiple degrees happier (that sentence doesn't make sense does it? Oh well). 

-Had an AWESOME day interning on Friday. I got given a creative task to spend the whole day on and IT WAS SO MUCH FUN. I can't talk about in detail (I cannot help but feel special saying that...kind of like a spy in the FBI), but let's just say that I got to help brainstorm potential names for a new product! So. Cool. 

-Dying my hair. It is now kind of chocolate brown again. It's actually pretty funny because whenever I die my hair darker, I have about 570000x more blonde moments then I have when I'm actually blonde. I'm weird like dat bro. Wot of eet. 

-Reading The Hobbit. On Monday I had the life-changing realisation that I've all but stopped reading fiction, so I sprinted to Dad's bookshelf and ripped the Hobbit out of it's cosy cave on the bottom shelf. I'll let you know my verdict once I've finished (which probably won't be for a while when I remember all the uni readings I am yet to do...).

For those who care about my ever-changing taste in music, below I've posted my favourite Temper Trap song as well as my favourite Two Door Cinema track off their new album. Enjoy!

No Moet, no goet

So the holidays have officially ended, and I can confirm that they ended with a bang. A literal bang. On Sunday, the final day of holidays, I went along to the Christening and 1st birthday of Dad's cousin's child. You're probably thinking "how is that exciting in any way?!". Well, my friend. Phoebe and I were the first people to walk outside upon arriving at the 1st birthday party...and what did we see? Bottles and bottles of Moet. I FINALLY got to have my (much fantasised about) glass (es) of Moet. Consider life made.

That isn't the end of the story though. It only gets better. You see, Phoebe needed to use the bathroom so we wandered into the house...and five minutes later Phoebe was locked in the bathroom. An hour later, she was still locked in the bathroom. An hour after that and she remained locked in the bathroom. This is where the 'bang' comes in-15 men in suits were trying to get her out, trying everything from credit cards and pliers to screwdrivers (they took the entire handle off). After two hours, the crow-bar came out. Yes, you read that right. They had literally resorted to either smashing the window of forcing the door open with a crow-bar. By this time there was a crowd of about 20 spectators, all waiting for the 'big rescue'. Just as they were about to break down the extremely expensive door, someone thought of bringing in an "emergency locksmith". Forty minutes and $200 later, Phoebe was free. She can never pay me out for my embarrassing moments ever again. Toilet Girl.

Yesterday was my first day back at uni, and it was only when I set foot on campus that I realised how much I had missed it (more specifically, hot chips from Manning Bar). I had my first Renaissance lecture which was really enjoyable, despite making myself look like the biggest idiot when I realised that Leonardo Da Vinci kind of painted the Mona Lisa. After that I had an intense catch-up session at the uni bar, and then wandered to my first journalism lecture which was insanely awesome! I have never been more excited about studying a subject, and our lecturer used to work at the New York Times (I fangirled a little). It's nice to finally be studying something in Media that's practical!

To top off an awesome day, I went for dinner with friends from high school to celebrate an eighteenth birthday [HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAROL! ^.^] at Jamie Oliver's Italian restaurant...all I can say is that HOW HAVE I NOT BEEN THERE BEFORE!? The atmosphere was awesome, the waiters look like Italian models and the food was DELICIOUS. It was just so lovely catching up with all of my friends too-I haven't laughed so hard in ages!

I am now off to have a bath, eat chocolate mousse, and freak out over the fact that Ed Sheeran is on the same continent as me.

Talk soon,
ChlobeWan

OPENING CEREMONY

Definitely WITHOUT A DOUBT worth waking up at the crack of dawn for (i.e 5.30am). To be honest, I wasn't expecting it to be that great...but I was blown away! Below I've posted what may or may not have been one of the most brilliant things I've ever watched.

Rowan Atkinson at Olmypics 2012 Opening Ceremony from Babu on Vimeo.

So I wented and gotted Instagram

Naturally the first photo I uploaded was an image of food, however this particular bowl of pasta was special. Quite special indeed. In fact, it was so special that I would go as far as to say that it is more special than special itself. Why? Uhhh because I KINDA SORTA COOKED IT ALL BY MYSELF! Yes, you read that right. I produced food which required the use of the stove. My next mission is to conquer the oven (I.E. work out how to turn it on). Your next mission is to follow me on Instagram (my username is chloesaintilan). It gets lonely only having three followers. I cry myself to sleep every night.
I am now off to NOT eat Betty Crocker icing from the cupboard, and to prepare myself for the pure amazingness that will be the Masterchef grand finale.
Ta ta!
Chloe x

UM WHAT.

I get my blog up whilst trawling the internet so I can watch the Samsung ad with George Craig for the fifty trillionth time, and then saw when I posted it-A WEEK AGO! I didn't even realise that it has been a week...these past few days have absolutely flown by. Now you're probably thinking "UM WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN UP TO IN THESE PAST FEW DAYS JUST TELL US CHLOE OMG DON'T KEEP US HANGING OMG I CAN'T STAND NOT KNOWING!?!?!??!?!!?". Well, my friend. If you calmed down a bit perhaps I'd tell you. Take a deep breath or two. Here we go:
1. I took my little brother and two of his friends to go and see the latest Spiderman movie. Dearest Andrew Garfield, will you please have my children?
2. I played the role of supportive sister on Tuesday when I went to my little brother's last ever primary school athletics carnival. In the 100m he bolted from the starting line when the gun sounded and I began to scream my lungs out cheering his name, only to have him yell "SHUT UP CHLOE!" as he ran past. Yeah, he yelled that out DURING his race IN FRONT of all the parents and students. Feeling the sibling love!
3. I was watching Rage whilst babysitting, and all of a sudden a video clip came on which I decided was the most cringe-worthy thing I have ever sat through. It's called 'On Top' by Johnny Ruffo. Not only does the video clip have the most dry plot ever (a valet/waiter/slave to girls at a mansion), he dances like a creepy uncle AND the main lyric of the chorus is 'I feel like I'm on top of the world when I'm on top of you'. Click here to watch it. 
4. I was walking along Circular Quay with some friends and we literally got guilt-tripped into participating in an ad for the new series of X-Factor. Prepare yourself when watching TV in the next couple of weeks-the ad is going to be more awkward than Jessica Watson thinking she's a celebrity.
5. Some of my friends and I went to see The Birds at the State Theatre which was SO much fun. The special effects were so bad that everyone in the audience was just laughing, but overall the film was actually really good! Watching it in the old and insanely beautiful theatre made the experience all the more pleasurable. I'm definitely going back to see some of the other old-ish films they're showing at that theatre to celebrate 100 years of Universal Pictures!
6. I've been reading 'The Psychology of Love', and I've folded the pages of things to write about here. I came across an essay in the book on love as an 'addiction'. I thought this sentence was particularly interesting/hilarious: "He (Liebowitz) argues that passionate love brings on a giddy feeling comparable to an amphetamine high. It is phenylethylamine, an amphetamine-related compound, that produces mood-lifting and energizing effects of romantic love. He observes that "love addicts" and drug addicts have a lot in common: the craving for romance is merely craving for a particular high. The crash that follows a breakup is thus much like amphetamine withdrawal". I think this gives a whole new scientific meaning to Kesha's song 'Your Love is My Drug", no?

I am now off to read the 20 Cleo magazines that the lady who works at Edmunds and Greer gave me. I hope you all are having a splendiferous Monday.
Muchos love, Chloe x

Successful Advertising

Gold star for Samsung. Just whip George Craig into an ad AND I'LL BUY YOUR PRODUCT JUST TAKE MY MONEEYYYY I LOVE GEORGE CRAIG ARGHGHGGHGH.

Back to reality.

So I'm officially back in Sydney town. Well, technically I've been back for two days, but those 48 hours don't count because I was lying in bed watching Game of Thrones (I finished season one which was profoundly epic in the epic of most epic levels). I'm now sitting inside on this beautiful day typing this post with a very old Apple keyboard that I plugged in especially because it's just so much fun to type with. It may sound silly, but hitting these chunky white keys and hearing the noise it makes kind of makes me feel like I'm in a movie. I like it...

Broulee turned out to be just what I needed in terms of clearing my head. I was on the verge of a mental breakdown before I left due to reasons I'm not even sure of (probably watching Game of Thrones for an abnormal amount of days in a row?), and as soon as I hit that highway freedom-bound it was like a huge pile of bricks had been lifted off my shoulders. I sound like I'm trying to be the woman in Eat Pray Love. But seriously. Nothing quite beats the feeling that you get when you drive around the corner on Mossy Point and catch the first glimpse of Broulee Beach, and leaving my phone at home turned out to make the  week all the more splendid. The weather was absolutely BEAUTIFUL, meaning that despite it being Winter we went for long walks along the beach every morning, went kayaking with manta rays (I will admit I nearly died of a heart attack the first time I saw one by the warf), ate lunch down on the water at a sea-side cafe, went bushwalking, had daily walks to the Muffin Shop (best coffee and raspberry and white chocolate muffins in the world), ate the famous fudge at Mogo, and just made the most of the stunning views/fresh air. Definitely succeeded in clearing all the smog out of my head. Oh, and I successfully talked Eleni into getting a second piercing on her left ear.

Along with these outdoor activities, I must say that I watched one too many romantic comedies. I'm the number one advocate of romantic comedies-I'm all for cheesiness and unrealistic romance (movies are supposed to be AN ESCAPE afterall, no?), but You've Got Mail and What Women Want were so cringe-worthy that I found myself sitting there criticising it like a pain-in-the-ass aunt at a family barbeque. Crappy movies aside, I also watched The Help and Robin Hood, both of which were absolutely fantastic. Kind of balanced out my movie watching palate, you could say.

So there you have it-Chloe's Broulee Adventures of Winter 2012. I've arrived home feeling refreshed and rejuvenated (Not on the scale of Eat Pray Love), however still need to fulfill two goals I've set to complete by the end of the holidays:
1. Get my L's (two years late)
2. Cook a dinner USING THE OVEN (which I currently don't even know how to turn on).
My cooking HAS improved since the dessert I made before Broulee-Today I cooked Phoebe a grilled Asparagus and Bocconcini sandwich thing, and I bought a couple of custard apples which I hope to make something mind-blowingly brilliant with.

I am now off to NOT lie in bed watching Season 2 of Game of Thrones or destroy the tub of Betty Crocker chocolate icing in the fridge.

Laters,
ChlobeWanKenobi x

Bon Voyage!

Yes, it's that time of year again where I run off to Broulee to clear all the Sydney smog out of my head and come back as fresh as a watermelon (couldn't think of an other way of putting it, sorry...I like watermelons). I have spent the last week lying in bed watching Game of Thrones, occasionally walking outside for a coffee, and last night even cooked dessert which, to my surprise, the members of my family actually ate...AND ENJOYED?! So yeah, this past week was my official 'doing absolutely nothing' week of the holidays, and I am now more than ready to run away to Broulee, which is without a doubt one of my favourite places in the entire world. I'll be gone for a week, so don't miss me too much. I'm leaving my laptop AND BLACKBERRY in Sydney, because I've decided that I've become too attached to them and it's just a bit sad really. I also like the idea of being uncontactable for an entire week. If your Chloe withdrawal symptoms are getting the better of you, go to your nearest cafe and order a large skim cappuccino with one sugar (the coffee I drink every single day), and it'll feel like I'm right there with you. Love you all! I'm now leaving you with some photos of Broulee last time we were there that I stole off Eleni's Facebook page. 

Sorry to disappoint...

But I DO NOT have a major crush/am in love with Fred Niles. This won't mean anything to you if you didn't catch the post on this blog that Phoebe wrote when she hacked it (before I deleted it an hour later), but for those we were (un)lucky enough to read it, I am here to say that:
a) I do not go for older men
b) I do not go for leaders of the Christian Democrats
c) I do not trawl the 'Fred Niles' tag on Tumblr all day

In other news, I have spent the last two days enjoying doing absolutely NOTHING. I have really, really missed being a full-time bum. I've slept in until 9.30am both days (that's a record sleep in for me-I usually wake up at 6.30), and have enjoyed spending the days watching Pride and Prejudice (the one and only BBC version), spending too much time at Edmunds and Greer (I swear they're going to stop letting me in), getting overly excited at the fact that I successfully converted Eleni to Downton Abbey (welcome to the dark side), and not exercising (making my days all the more better).

I am now moving on to my rant for the day. In the town where I live you will find three major things:
1. Spoodle dogs
2. Old people
3. Cyclists
My rant for today centres on the latter of these three things. Cyclists. I don't even know where to begin. I know that cycling is healthy for you (I should try doing it sometime..nah), it helps prevent global warming, and that it helps with the traffic. BUT THEY MAKE MY BLOOD BOIL TO A DEGREE HOTTER THAN JOHNNEY DEPP. They think they OWN THE ROADS, that they can do ANYTHING THEY WANT ON SAID ROADS BECAUSE THEY'RE NOT REGISTERED SO I CAN'T REPORT THEM, they take up EVERY SINGLE SEAT at Edmunds and Greer and nearby cafes on Sunday mornings, and they fail to realise that bikes ARE NOT cars and shouldn't act like they're top of the food chain. The worst part is that in my area they travel around in packs wearing matching tshirts with the 'logos' of their cycling groups, so I'll be walking down a road to see a stampede of bike riders forming in the distance. It's like a horror movie.
I think Hitler sums up this rant pretty well. Shane Warne speaks the truth. (I actually nearly died laughing at this video. Watch the whole thing if you haven't seen it).

HELLO THERE, FELLOW CYBER CITIZENS

This is Chloe speaking. Chloe, who has kinda sorta actually kinda like finally FINISHED HER FIRST SET OF UNI EXAMS. I had my last exam yesterday afternoon, and after it had finished jumped on a train and headed off to babysit FOUR boys. We had a pretty intense game of murder in the dark. Except the part where I smacked my knee on the corner of a timber table and had to act cool and collected. Doing so was probably harder than my exam.

I cannot believe that Semester One of university is over. It was SUCH a big step in my life, and so many things have changed that it's hard to comprehend that I have only been at uni for one semester. I am actually in love with my uni, have met some absolutely INCREDIBLE people, have actually ENJOYED studying my different units (just ignore my rants about the subjects), got an internship when I wasn't expecting to get one for a couple of years, have a radio show lined up for next semester, and have just had a really lovely time embracing university life. As much as I'm going to enjoy these holidays, I cannot wait for the second semester-I'm picking up my second media subject, am studying the Renaissance (I currently don't know anything about it so it'll be interesting), and Marketing (random decision but the senior units are amazing). Woooo!

OTHER THINGS IN MY LIFE THAT MAY OR MAY NOT INTEREST YOU:
1. I watched the Downton Abbey Christmas Special. I have no words. Except for the fact that Matthew Crawley is my future husband. The fact that he is fictional is completely irrelevant.
2. Johnney Depp is single. I feel stressed knowing that he's single and roaming around the other side of the Earth, and I'm here sitting at my computer not doing anything about it. Let's just forget that his daughter is only a couple of years younger than me. And the fact that he's older than both my parents.
3. I am completely obsessed with Missy Higgin's beautiful song 'Everyone's Waiting'. It is so amazingly amazing that I get goosebumps every time I listen to it! Also, Muse has released a song that's going to be the official song of the London Olympics, and to be honest, I don't really know what to think of it! Click here to hear it.
4. I'm SO excited because I'm running away once again to Broulee for a week of these holidays with Phoebe and Eleni (click here for her blog). Just incase you missed my million other posts on the wonderous place that is Broulee, all you need to know that it is DEFINITELY my 'happy place'. I also find it all the more beautiful in Winter, because it's just the escape you need. It's only a couple hours away from Sydney, but it literally feels as though you're somewhere far, far, FAR away. Cannot wait! Prepare for a barrage of photos upon my return.
5. This week involves lying around doing absolutely nothing, with a bit of partying and Downton Abbey in between.

DON'T STOP ME NOW!

So basically I've chucked a medical and discovered the perfect cure to exam stress. You press play to the song below (one of my all time favourites), turn it up full blast (if you have a sibling like Phoebe who tells you that you'll go deaf you just ignore them), then just quite simply dance like a psycho/sing along like there's no tomorrow. Not only does it purge you of any stress, it's a good work out and also motivates you to HIT DOOOSE BOOKS! 

Near death experience

Caffeine-induced. Never having three coffees and four cokes in a day ever again. I got into bed with my heart beat sounding like dubstep at around 11pm after babysitting, and lay awake staring at my ceiling until the early hours of the morning literally awaiting a heart attack. I've learnt my limits! I think these holidays will involve a serious attempt at caffeine detoxing...!

Today involves studying for my exams which are now uncomfortably close (first one is on Wednesday), and eating scones which Phoebe has kindly baked (a rare expression of sisterly love on her behalf! Cutest). I am now off to read my Middle Ages textbook in an attempt to aquire some last-minute knowledge, eat some scones and NOT drink coffee.

Hope you are all having a splendid weekend,
ChlobeWanKenobi

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.