Right, well, I just got back from Gloria Jeans, and not even a regular iced chocolate with cream and caramel and chocolate powder made me feel better. I'm still just as apathetic as I was yesterday, if not more, and now I have a headache.
My Horrible Day:
1. Get woken up at 6:15am because sister wants to drag you into the kitchen to show you that a breakfast news program is talking about David Tennant leaving Doctor Who. You watch and agree vehemently with the reporter's comments "to many people he was the Doctor and he's gonna be tough to replace". Scowl, go back to bed.
2. On drive to school, your mother asks you exactly where you see yourself in 10 years time. You get this lecture a lot, why acting and singing is a stupid career path and you'll end up nowhere, broke and "you'll feel stupid then, won't you? When you're watching the successful actors on stage holding the broom ready to sweep the stage when they're done". Usually this speech doesn't faze you, but today you're horrified and shattered to discover that for the first time, when you look 10 years into the future, you can't see anything.
Get to school, go straight to bathroom because you don't want anyone in the year to see you cry.
3. Discover that your rival at school has secured the Awards Day vocal solo, and you don't feel any right to be jealous cause you didn't try out because you're developing nodules on your vocal chords due to misuse (ie. singing 24/7 because you'd die if you didn't.) and didn't think you could get the high note, and you knew she'd get picked anyway cause everyone damn well LOVES her.
4. Spend 1st and 2nd periods being apathetic, deliver a half baked speech and powerpoint on post WWII entertainment in period one and listen to debates in period 2. Go to recess, buy ice cream because you feel so depressed, then feel disgusting because you ate unneccessary calories.
5. Period 3 - the potential saving grace of your day - drama! Seems like a good way to spend 80 minutes, and you're the first one there and you're early. The whole theatre/studio is dark and empty, so you close your eyes and breathe in the magic. Start spinning, feel immediately better. Enter the bitchy girls. Get caught spinning in the middle of a dark theatre. Hear laughter. Sit down meekly, like you always do.
6. Still period 3 - drama teacher enters. You're excited, because they're about to tell you the documentary drama groups that made it into Creative Arts night - where the school puts on a selection of the best drama, design and tech, music and art displays for parents and families. There are three groups in your class, and two get picked. The group you are in is the only group that misses out. Again - this happened for you in the Shakespeare Festival too. Then, you get told that the group that isn't in it (because the other two groups now have to rehearse for their big performance) have to go and help set up the hall for the school play that's next week that you tried out for (and didn't get into). You don't go to the hall, instead you go to the bathroom and sob. Hope and pray that no one in the class finds you, get found by the new girl (who's really nice, if someone had to find me it would be her, admittedly). Make your way reluctantly up to the hall, aware the whole time that everyone can see your bright red face and red eyes.
7. Lunch - buy another ice cream, having forgotten the feeling of disgust from recess. Feel it return.
8. Period 4 - work on service project for 80 mins, whilst there contemplate how to break to parents that you failed maths for the first time in your life because you stopped breathing during the test from the panic.
9. After school - meet up with outside of school friend, go to Gloria Jeans, act happy
10. After Gloria Jeans, eat chips. Remember dialogue from New Earth ("that was our first date" "we had chips!") and nearly burst into tears. Again.
11. Get home to discover no one has noticed any change in your behaviour because you live in your room (which they remind you of). Note baked dinner and lack of hunger from junk food ingestion and general depression. Write blog
I need help.
Bye
~Pia.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Thursday, October 30, 2008
RIP Ten...
Ok, so, I know it's bad internet etiquette to double post, but I have to, because this is important. Really, REALLY important.
Today in english, I burst into tears. I rarely cry, because I'm not really the waterworks type. But I cried, and fell off my chair, hyperventilating.
Because I had just watched David Tennant winning the NTA for Best Dramatic Performance.
Now, this is a good thing. His speech, however, made me cry like a baby.
I quote:
"In January I go back to make four new specials which take Doctor Who through to the end of 2009, but when Doctor Who returns in 2010, it won't be with me. The 2009 shows will be my last playing the Doctor."
*sob*
I need chocolate, I'll write more later.
~Pia
Today in english, I burst into tears. I rarely cry, because I'm not really the waterworks type. But I cried, and fell off my chair, hyperventilating.
Because I had just watched David Tennant winning the NTA for Best Dramatic Performance.
Now, this is a good thing. His speech, however, made me cry like a baby.
I quote:
"In January I go back to make four new specials which take Doctor Who through to the end of 2009, but when Doctor Who returns in 2010, it won't be with me. The 2009 shows will be my last playing the Doctor."
*sob*
I need chocolate, I'll write more later.
~Pia
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Exam Results... suck.
TO DO LIST:
1. Make Christmas list
2. Tell parents about maths test result
3. Drastically reduce Christmas list
Seriously. The yearly exam... and I failed. Never failed an exam before in my life, and I screw up this one.
Technically speaking, if you mark it out of questions I actually answered then I didn't do to badly - 40.5 out of 52.
However, the exam was out of 100, so I'm screwed!
See, here's how it went down. Let's start by saying that nervous and panic induced asthma and maths exams are not a very good combination!!
The day of the exam:
Enter the big corridor leading to the exam hall. Shuffle furiously through notes, trying to remember everything. Flick through summary sheets, of which you have about 20, and remember that this is the most important maths test of your life thus far and you're dead if you mess it up.
Enter exam room. Sit down. Pull out lucky sonic screwdriver, twist lucky armband on wrist, touch everything a multiple of 8 times, wipe the thin film of sweat appearing on your forehead. Begin nervous breakdown.
So there I was, sitting in the exam room, barely breathing, unable to leave my seat to get Ventolin or anything, so I had to sit there are breathe as best I could. Continuing on:
1. Make Christmas list
2. Tell parents about maths test result
3. Drastically reduce Christmas list
Seriously. The yearly exam... and I failed. Never failed an exam before in my life, and I screw up this one.
Technically speaking, if you mark it out of questions I actually answered then I didn't do to badly - 40.5 out of 52.
However, the exam was out of 100, so I'm screwed!
See, here's how it went down. Let's start by saying that nervous and panic induced asthma and maths exams are not a very good combination!!
The day of the exam:
Enter the big corridor leading to the exam hall. Shuffle furiously through notes, trying to remember everything. Flick through summary sheets, of which you have about 20, and remember that this is the most important maths test of your life thus far and you're dead if you mess it up.
Enter exam room. Sit down. Pull out lucky sonic screwdriver, twist lucky armband on wrist, touch everything a multiple of 8 times, wipe the thin film of sweat appearing on your forehead. Begin nervous breakdown.
So there I was, sitting in the exam room, barely breathing, unable to leave my seat to get Ventolin or anything, so I had to sit there are breathe as best I could. Continuing on:
Open the front page. Breathe in, breathe out.
Open the second page. Breathe in, breathe out.
Open the third page. Whimper internally. Oh yeah, breathe.
Realise that you are royally screwed and ready yourself for the first page.
Get about two thirds of the way through and hear "pens down, everyone". Die.
You realise as you flip through your exam that you missed 48 marks worth of questions in your sheer panic and lack of oxygen.
You get the exam back a few weeks later.
You refuse to look at the mark, so someone tells you for you... AGAINST YOUR WILL!
You realise that you'll be shot when your parents find out.
So, here's my plan: write a note, put it on the table one morning, go to school, gauge rental reaction with the angry text/phone call you receive during the day, judge whether or not to go and kip at a friend's place for the night...
Bye
~Pia
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
A Guide To Boredom Busting!
I had a surprisingly entertaining, if rebellious day today. You see, fellow outlaw Ari had the misfortune of attending some incredibly painful ‘Girls in IT day’ for Careers for school (which I also had the misfortune of attending two years ago). Due to the fact that she knew she’d be bored listening to all the lecture style sessions, she thought she’d text me during the day, and that I would reply in breaks or if I was able. Now, I should explain I don’t make a habit of texting in class, but this was an exception. My Lit teacher was marking essays all morning and not paying attention, so I hid my phone behind my laptop and spent most of the morning texting her. It was actually important though – we were trying to work out what we were going to do on Friday (we might actually be meeting some boys! Shock, horror!!! lol)! We had to plan our adventures…okay, maybe it could have waited, but still, it was fun!
So, I managed to go all morning texting without being detected by my teacher, but in my next class, this was impossible (except when I ‘went to the bathroom’). Then, at lunch, there was more texting, and a conversation on speakerphone with another friend of ours, bitching about how boring her day was. Then there was English, where we were watching a film in class (perfect hiding phones under the table time!)
I managed to get away with a lot today, things I don’t usually do…been doing a lot of it lately…conveniently ‘getting tissues’ from my locker when I know she will be just nearby and leaving class (it just so happened I needed to give her a CD…) being late to class coz I was chatting…oh well! I don’t think I’ll get away with these things much longer, might as well enjoy it while it lasts!
xoxo Di
So, I managed to go all morning texting without being detected by my teacher, but in my next class, this was impossible (except when I ‘went to the bathroom’). Then, at lunch, there was more texting, and a conversation on speakerphone with another friend of ours, bitching about how boring her day was. Then there was English, where we were watching a film in class (perfect hiding phones under the table time!)
I managed to get away with a lot today, things I don’t usually do…been doing a lot of it lately…conveniently ‘getting tissues’ from my locker when I know she will be just nearby and leaving class (it just so happened I needed to give her a CD…) being late to class coz I was chatting…oh well! I don’t think I’ll get away with these things much longer, might as well enjoy it while it lasts!
xoxo Di
Crazy Friends and History Classes
Hello all!
This entry was originally gonna be titled "Crazy Friends and Fruit Toast" (is what I'm eating right now. The toast, that is, not the friends...) But then I realised this was more apt :P
So anyway. Here's how it goes down.
My history teacher is made of awesome. Let's call her Miss X for the sake of keeping her name a secret. So anyway, I'm listening to my iPod during class (research lesson, so was ok) and my friend sitting next to me was stressing cause of her piano exam, so I subtly (not...) placed the iPod (playing a Doctor Who video) in front of her and watched as she swooned over David Tennant, chuckling as I returned to my work. Suddenly, I couldn't hear the iPod anymore (this iPod is my pride and joy, by the way. Anyway) So I look down suddenly to see Miss X removing the iPod from the earphones and walking away with it clipped to the collar of her shirt. At seeing my flabbergasted look, she simply replied, "there were people making out on your iPod. So, I had to take it! And I'm clipping it here so that every time you look over you will see that I have it." Then, grinning, she walked off. And I fell off my chair in horror.
Then I turned to my friend:
"DUDE!! WHY DIDN'T YOU TURN IT OFF WHEN SHE CAME OVER?!"
Simple response, can't really blame her:
"Duh, Pia, it was GORGEOUS. Do you really think I could pull my eyes from that for a second?"
Ok. So she has a point. I didn't let the confiscation stop my procrastination, though. I spent the rest of the lesson looking at random stuff on the web and listening to "Forgive Me" by Leona Lewis on youtube. And Tim Minchin. He's awesome, look him up. Very rude though. Anyway
I've finished my toast. It was good - tons of sugar on fruit toast! I'll have to hobble really fast tomorrow to burn it off.
Cause my knee is still messed up.
Ok, bye!!
~Pia
This entry was originally gonna be titled "Crazy Friends and Fruit Toast" (is what I'm eating right now. The toast, that is, not the friends...) But then I realised this was more apt :P
So anyway. Here's how it goes down.
My history teacher is made of awesome. Let's call her Miss X for the sake of keeping her name a secret. So anyway, I'm listening to my iPod during class (research lesson, so was ok) and my friend sitting next to me was stressing cause of her piano exam, so I subtly (not...) placed the iPod (playing a Doctor Who video) in front of her and watched as she swooned over David Tennant, chuckling as I returned to my work. Suddenly, I couldn't hear the iPod anymore (this iPod is my pride and joy, by the way. Anyway) So I look down suddenly to see Miss X removing the iPod from the earphones and walking away with it clipped to the collar of her shirt. At seeing my flabbergasted look, she simply replied, "there were people making out on your iPod. So, I had to take it! And I'm clipping it here so that every time you look over you will see that I have it." Then, grinning, she walked off. And I fell off my chair in horror.
Then I turned to my friend:
"DUDE!! WHY DIDN'T YOU TURN IT OFF WHEN SHE CAME OVER?!"
Simple response, can't really blame her:
"Duh, Pia, it was GORGEOUS. Do you really think I could pull my eyes from that for a second?"
Ok. So she has a point. I didn't let the confiscation stop my procrastination, though. I spent the rest of the lesson looking at random stuff on the web and listening to "Forgive Me" by Leona Lewis on youtube. And Tim Minchin. He's awesome, look him up. Very rude though. Anyway
I've finished my toast. It was good - tons of sugar on fruit toast! I'll have to hobble really fast tomorrow to burn it off.
Cause my knee is still messed up.
Ok, bye!!
~Pia
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Hanging with the oldies can be surprisingly fun!!
Though it was a couple of days ago, I feel the need to give a proper account of the event I attended on Friday night.
This entire thing came about because on New Year’s Eve of ’06, my mum’s cousin’s wife (but we call her my auntie, just coz it’s easier) had a seizure on the beach. Obviously it was extremely distressing; the short version of this story is that it was discovered she had a brain tumor. Now, she’s had two lots of surgery, and we are pretty sure she is well on the mend. Mum’s cousin (her husband – again, I shall refer to him as my uncle because it is easier) and some of his friends have since began to call themselves the Blackwood 8 and have now organized a fundraiser this year and last year to raise money for cancer research. This function was complete with an auction, selling things like signed and framed soccer tops, a signed Bono electric guitar and a handmade guitar signed by iconic 70’s band Daddy Cool, and a silent auction, raffle prizes and lots of booze, and my favourite, dancing to a band playing 70’s and 80’s music! I went to last year’s function, without my mum and dad, because they were overseas at the time, but this year I had them with me. It was actually extremely fun, I managed to scam Mum into letting me have her glass of champagne (:D), and I talked to lots of random older people who knew who I was but I had no clue who they were.
One rather amusing thing that happened was being introduced to an extremely camp guy who as it turned out knew my uncle from church as a kid. He introduced us to his cousin, who was even more camp than he was (I shall refer to him as Scarf Guy, because that’s what he was wearing), and for some reason, my mum elected to embarrass me by bringing up the fact that I think David Tennant is rather cute to these guys. They thought this was very funny, and Scarf Guy said “Oh, he’s hot!” and then expressed his opinion that David Tennant is gay!!!!!! OMG!!!! I found this very difficult to believe, as did my fellow outlaws when I told them. According to Mum and Dad though, if anyone knew if he was gay or not, they would! Does anyone have any thoughts? Feel free to comment!
Anyway, so much later on, the band began to play ‘The Nutbush’ so of course, I had to go and dance! Mum was too busy trying to find out if she’d won anything, so I went to find my dad, to drag him off to dance with me. Despite my best efforts, he refused to learn the Nutbush, claiming “The Nutbush was invented for people who don’t know how to dance!” to which I responded “then you should have no problems with it, Dad!” but he didn’t listen. I danced with my auntie instead (a different one) and then dad finally agreed to dance. Watching my dad dance is extremely amusing, as he simply ‘bangs his head’ to the music, and doesn’t exactly do it well. I know I’m not a good dancer either, but I’m very enthusiastic! But so is Dad – I applaud him for trying *claps*
Anyway, ‘Throw Your Arms Around Me came on, and all these couples started dancing, and I was dancing with Dad instead. While we were dancing, the hand that wasn’t holding his got grabbed randomly by some guy who was dancing with his wife. I think he was a bit drunk, but it was very weird. Then Mum turned up and we danced as a family, which was fun. As a final song, they played ‘It’s A Long Way to the Top’ (awesome song!) and my uncle tried to teach Dad the Sprinkler move and my mum took her heels off and danced like a crazy person with Scarf Guy, including with his scarf!!!! It would have looked a bit suss if he wasn’t gay!!!!
It was an extremely fun, if tiring night! They raised a lot of money, and my mum was happy coz she got some manufactured diamond earrings and four tickets to see John Mellencamp when he comes next month. I didn’t get home until after 1am, but it was well worth it! And it’s all for cancer research!
xoxo Di
This entire thing came about because on New Year’s Eve of ’06, my mum’s cousin’s wife (but we call her my auntie, just coz it’s easier) had a seizure on the beach. Obviously it was extremely distressing; the short version of this story is that it was discovered she had a brain tumor. Now, she’s had two lots of surgery, and we are pretty sure she is well on the mend. Mum’s cousin (her husband – again, I shall refer to him as my uncle because it is easier) and some of his friends have since began to call themselves the Blackwood 8 and have now organized a fundraiser this year and last year to raise money for cancer research. This function was complete with an auction, selling things like signed and framed soccer tops, a signed Bono electric guitar and a handmade guitar signed by iconic 70’s band Daddy Cool, and a silent auction, raffle prizes and lots of booze, and my favourite, dancing to a band playing 70’s and 80’s music! I went to last year’s function, without my mum and dad, because they were overseas at the time, but this year I had them with me. It was actually extremely fun, I managed to scam Mum into letting me have her glass of champagne (:D), and I talked to lots of random older people who knew who I was but I had no clue who they were.
One rather amusing thing that happened was being introduced to an extremely camp guy who as it turned out knew my uncle from church as a kid. He introduced us to his cousin, who was even more camp than he was (I shall refer to him as Scarf Guy, because that’s what he was wearing), and for some reason, my mum elected to embarrass me by bringing up the fact that I think David Tennant is rather cute to these guys. They thought this was very funny, and Scarf Guy said “Oh, he’s hot!” and then expressed his opinion that David Tennant is gay!!!!!! OMG!!!! I found this very difficult to believe, as did my fellow outlaws when I told them. According to Mum and Dad though, if anyone knew if he was gay or not, they would! Does anyone have any thoughts? Feel free to comment!
Anyway, so much later on, the band began to play ‘The Nutbush’ so of course, I had to go and dance! Mum was too busy trying to find out if she’d won anything, so I went to find my dad, to drag him off to dance with me. Despite my best efforts, he refused to learn the Nutbush, claiming “The Nutbush was invented for people who don’t know how to dance!” to which I responded “then you should have no problems with it, Dad!” but he didn’t listen. I danced with my auntie instead (a different one) and then dad finally agreed to dance. Watching my dad dance is extremely amusing, as he simply ‘bangs his head’ to the music, and doesn’t exactly do it well. I know I’m not a good dancer either, but I’m very enthusiastic! But so is Dad – I applaud him for trying *claps*
Anyway, ‘Throw Your Arms Around Me came on, and all these couples started dancing, and I was dancing with Dad instead. While we were dancing, the hand that wasn’t holding his got grabbed randomly by some guy who was dancing with his wife. I think he was a bit drunk, but it was very weird. Then Mum turned up and we danced as a family, which was fun. As a final song, they played ‘It’s A Long Way to the Top’ (awesome song!) and my uncle tried to teach Dad the Sprinkler move and my mum took her heels off and danced like a crazy person with Scarf Guy, including with his scarf!!!! It would have looked a bit suss if he wasn’t gay!!!!
It was an extremely fun, if tiring night! They raised a lot of money, and my mum was happy coz she got some manufactured diamond earrings and four tickets to see John Mellencamp when he comes next month. I didn’t get home until after 1am, but it was well worth it! And it’s all for cancer research!
xoxo Di
The Formal!
I said before in an earlier post, "was the expense worth it?"
The answer is simple.
HELL YEAH IT WAS!
I sit here, typing this, with an ice pack pressed to my knee and my calves aching from having never worn high heels before and I couldn't be more pleased. Any minute now I'm going to receive many notifications telling me that photos and videos of me dancing even more dorkily than David Tennant or Richard Hammond have popped up, and I won't care! Because I had the best. time. ever!
To begin with, there was the pre-formal. About 20 of us got ready, doing hair and makeup and outfits and things like that, eating sushi and drinking solo, laughing at the various different dates in various different attires (in my books, my half-date had the best outfit - he was wearing a suit and converse :P) (I say half date because he came as a friend, but with me and another person. So yeah.), comparing dresses, being astonished at my friend Margie who managed to come AND look stunning despite having had an appendectomy 6 days prior.
This was the point where two of my friends, Rinn and Fi, grabbed me, wrestled me into a chair and attacked me with brushes, hair straightening irons, powders, liquids, creams and various other odd smelling items to make me look pretty. They did a pretty good job - I didn't look at every photo and cringe!! *only most of them :P*
Then was the actual formal, where my half-date insisted on flirting and trying to chat up each of the teachers there. I danced like a mad person, often finding myself the centre of a crowd of cheering people encouraging me to dance even more. It was discovered that many of the guys had dancing talents that we had not seen - my friend's date could dance dorkily and make it look cool, another friend's date could breakdance (in a SUIT, of all things!) and my half-date could dance... with everyone...
Then, the afters, which were not really afters because it was really a birthday party for two of my friends. There was a karaoke machine, of which I made good use, as well as it being a jukebox and there being an abundance of junk food... and a chocolate fountain! :D
All in all, it was one of the best nights EVER, and was well worth whatever I had to pay! Not only that, but I'm probably one of a select few people in my year group that went through the night with absolutely no alcohol whatsoever! Apparently lots of people were going to afters with booze, and there was some at the formal (according to what I heard). I'm kinda proud of the fact that I share my opinions with friends that are sufficiently intelligent to recognise that you don't need alcohol to have fun.
In fact, I think having it must make it LESS fun. It's like, "hey, let's go to a party! We'll drink tons of booze, then we'll make out with someone we don't know and throw up everywhere! Awesome!"
Not.
So yeah! That's what happened!
Talk later - now I have to go and do Latin.
Byee!
~Pia
The answer is simple.
HELL YEAH IT WAS!
I sit here, typing this, with an ice pack pressed to my knee and my calves aching from having never worn high heels before and I couldn't be more pleased. Any minute now I'm going to receive many notifications telling me that photos and videos of me dancing even more dorkily than David Tennant or Richard Hammond have popped up, and I won't care! Because I had the best. time. ever!
To begin with, there was the pre-formal. About 20 of us got ready, doing hair and makeup and outfits and things like that, eating sushi and drinking solo, laughing at the various different dates in various different attires (in my books, my half-date had the best outfit - he was wearing a suit and converse :P) (I say half date because he came as a friend, but with me and another person. So yeah.), comparing dresses, being astonished at my friend Margie who managed to come AND look stunning despite having had an appendectomy 6 days prior.
This was the point where two of my friends, Rinn and Fi, grabbed me, wrestled me into a chair and attacked me with brushes, hair straightening irons, powders, liquids, creams and various other odd smelling items to make me look pretty. They did a pretty good job - I didn't look at every photo and cringe!! *only most of them :P*
Then was the actual formal, where my half-date insisted on flirting and trying to chat up each of the teachers there. I danced like a mad person, often finding myself the centre of a crowd of cheering people encouraging me to dance even more. It was discovered that many of the guys had dancing talents that we had not seen - my friend's date could dance dorkily and make it look cool, another friend's date could breakdance (in a SUIT, of all things!) and my half-date could dance... with everyone...
Then, the afters, which were not really afters because it was really a birthday party for two of my friends. There was a karaoke machine, of which I made good use, as well as it being a jukebox and there being an abundance of junk food... and a chocolate fountain! :D
All in all, it was one of the best nights EVER, and was well worth whatever I had to pay! Not only that, but I'm probably one of a select few people in my year group that went through the night with absolutely no alcohol whatsoever! Apparently lots of people were going to afters with booze, and there was some at the formal (according to what I heard). I'm kinda proud of the fact that I share my opinions with friends that are sufficiently intelligent to recognise that you don't need alcohol to have fun.
In fact, I think having it must make it LESS fun. It's like, "hey, let's go to a party! We'll drink tons of booze, then we'll make out with someone we don't know and throw up everywhere! Awesome!"
Not.
So yeah! That's what happened!
Talk later - now I have to go and do Latin.
Byee!
~Pia
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Right, now it's my turn!
Hello again,
This is partially in response to Ari’s and Pia’s blogs about the topic of fangirling and guys – I thought I’d put my own spin on what they have said.
I’m a little different to these two. Initially, I used to be very shy about guys, maybe because I had a little sister, who would berate me endlessly if I said anything (specifically I am talking about my first fangirl experience, Ben McKenzie of The O.C fame). In year 7 and 8 I never said anything to anyone, until my sister watched The O.C with me and said “Don’t you reckon he’s hot?” and I agreed.
I quickly moved on though, discovering Robin Hood and the gorgeous Jonas Armstrong with the help of Ari, and others after that. Speaking of that actually, it makes me think of meeting Ari about two and a half years ago, and I first asked her about guys, and she went on a long rant about how guys our age are all immature and painful and how she had no interest in getting a boyfriend. At the time, I had to agree with her, and to an extent I still do, but when I asked her about hot celebs, she looked at me like I was crazy. I thought, “Ah, she’s a bit younger than me, hasn’t gone through it yet, it will happen eventually”. Now, I’ve discussed this with her since, and she has stated she was not lying about it at the time, but it took her absolutely AGES to admit to me that she had more than one reason for watching Robin Hood! (Sorry, random tangent, I do this a lot, just warning you!)
Anyway, so it probably wasn’t until I had some really close friends that I was willing to talk about it, but really, my fangirling has never been of an obsessive nature, more a passing fancy. I don’t have strange dreams with them involved, unlike Ari (though at times I wish it did! ) and I do not stare at photos for ages, I can’t for some reason, it feels…wrong. Okay, that came out a bit weird but I hope someone knows what I’m saying. I think these guys are very cute, and I have been known to re-watch shirtless scenes, but I’m not really obsessed if that makes any sense.
I used to not mention any of these things to anyone, but now I can have a conversation with girls at school who are not close friends about how good looking the guys from Gossip Girl are and no-one will judge me. In fact, I recently discovered a number of girls I know have a thing for David Tennant as well, though the topic has never really come up with some of them. I think the reason I didn’t talk about it for so long, particularly at high school was a fear of being judged. It goes back to primary school when one of my ‘friends’ used to pick on the rest of us about boys, and say if we didn’t like anyone (I’m talking about people we knew, guys in our classes here) then we must be lesbians (although, she never liked anyone….but that’s another story). Most of us were in general a little young for fangirling, and then at one stage I expressed that one of the guys in our class was at least ‘semi-normal’ and not really mean to me, unlike most of them, and the entire thing got blown way out of proportion, and it wasn’t helped by the fact that whenever we played the ABC skipping game where whichever letter you land on is the first letter of the name of a guy you liked, I stopped on the letter ‘L’ (his name was Liam – and it was NOT INTENTIONAL – I NEVER LIKED HIM!!!!). So since then, I didn’t discuss it, until by a few years into high school I discovered basically everyone had the fangirl gene in them about someone or another, it was just more prominent in some.
I still get a bit embarrassed discussing these things with my mum, and particularly my dad, but I try not to let it bother me anymore. Ari has said before she can’t discuss it with her mum, but mine is pretty good about these things in all honesty. One time, Ari and Mum and I ended up having this very long conversation about guys when she was taking us home from a concert. It made me feel a bit weird to start with, but I’ve soon gotten used to it, I’d just prefer she didn’t mention these things to randoms like she did last night (again, another story which I wish to tell at some stage)! And apart from calling men she likes (celebrities, and also my dad) ‘a spunkrat’ – don’t ask! Apparently it was a ‘cool’ phrase for a while, I consider myself pretty lucky. Ari and I had trouble deciding which was worse once, her mum saying ‘Isn’t this the guy you and Di think is a bit dishy?’ about James McAvoy while watching ‘Atonement’, or my mum’s insistence at saying ‘spunkrat’ at any opportunity!
So, in conclusion, I’m probably the most open fangirl of the three of us, but also most likely the least fangirly, so I’m not sure how that works. I can safely skim the fangirl surface with most people (my own age) I’m relatively comfortable around, but will only go deeper into true fangirling with a few select people, these two and a couple of other close friends. I haven’t really found the satisfaction in fangirling with other fangirls on forums as of yet, I have used them a bit but not that much. This is probably though because I am the first person to admit I FAR prefer to actually TALK to people in person, or at least over the phone, rather than to chat on MSN, I find it impersonal, and you don’t get to hear or see people’s reactions to things (and no, emoticons do not count!). I think, however, at some point (hopefully during the summer holidays, well after exams and my trip to France I shall have time to discover the real joys of forums.
Speaking of time, I haven’t been doing my homework in the time I’ve been writing this, so I best go! Sorry it was such a long one!
Cya!
xoxo Di
This is partially in response to Ari’s and Pia’s blogs about the topic of fangirling and guys – I thought I’d put my own spin on what they have said.
I’m a little different to these two. Initially, I used to be very shy about guys, maybe because I had a little sister, who would berate me endlessly if I said anything (specifically I am talking about my first fangirl experience, Ben McKenzie of The O.C fame). In year 7 and 8 I never said anything to anyone, until my sister watched The O.C with me and said “Don’t you reckon he’s hot?” and I agreed.
I quickly moved on though, discovering Robin Hood and the gorgeous Jonas Armstrong with the help of Ari, and others after that. Speaking of that actually, it makes me think of meeting Ari about two and a half years ago, and I first asked her about guys, and she went on a long rant about how guys our age are all immature and painful and how she had no interest in getting a boyfriend. At the time, I had to agree with her, and to an extent I still do, but when I asked her about hot celebs, she looked at me like I was crazy. I thought, “Ah, she’s a bit younger than me, hasn’t gone through it yet, it will happen eventually”. Now, I’ve discussed this with her since, and she has stated she was not lying about it at the time, but it took her absolutely AGES to admit to me that she had more than one reason for watching Robin Hood! (Sorry, random tangent, I do this a lot, just warning you!)
Anyway, so it probably wasn’t until I had some really close friends that I was willing to talk about it, but really, my fangirling has never been of an obsessive nature, more a passing fancy. I don’t have strange dreams with them involved, unlike Ari (though at times I wish it did! ) and I do not stare at photos for ages, I can’t for some reason, it feels…wrong. Okay, that came out a bit weird but I hope someone knows what I’m saying. I think these guys are very cute, and I have been known to re-watch shirtless scenes, but I’m not really obsessed if that makes any sense.
I used to not mention any of these things to anyone, but now I can have a conversation with girls at school who are not close friends about how good looking the guys from Gossip Girl are and no-one will judge me. In fact, I recently discovered a number of girls I know have a thing for David Tennant as well, though the topic has never really come up with some of them. I think the reason I didn’t talk about it for so long, particularly at high school was a fear of being judged. It goes back to primary school when one of my ‘friends’ used to pick on the rest of us about boys, and say if we didn’t like anyone (I’m talking about people we knew, guys in our classes here) then we must be lesbians (although, she never liked anyone….but that’s another story). Most of us were in general a little young for fangirling, and then at one stage I expressed that one of the guys in our class was at least ‘semi-normal’ and not really mean to me, unlike most of them, and the entire thing got blown way out of proportion, and it wasn’t helped by the fact that whenever we played the ABC skipping game where whichever letter you land on is the first letter of the name of a guy you liked, I stopped on the letter ‘L’ (his name was Liam – and it was NOT INTENTIONAL – I NEVER LIKED HIM!!!!). So since then, I didn’t discuss it, until by a few years into high school I discovered basically everyone had the fangirl gene in them about someone or another, it was just more prominent in some.
I still get a bit embarrassed discussing these things with my mum, and particularly my dad, but I try not to let it bother me anymore. Ari has said before she can’t discuss it with her mum, but mine is pretty good about these things in all honesty. One time, Ari and Mum and I ended up having this very long conversation about guys when she was taking us home from a concert. It made me feel a bit weird to start with, but I’ve soon gotten used to it, I’d just prefer she didn’t mention these things to randoms like she did last night (again, another story which I wish to tell at some stage)! And apart from calling men she likes (celebrities, and also my dad) ‘a spunkrat’ – don’t ask! Apparently it was a ‘cool’ phrase for a while, I consider myself pretty lucky. Ari and I had trouble deciding which was worse once, her mum saying ‘Isn’t this the guy you and Di think is a bit dishy?’ about James McAvoy while watching ‘Atonement’, or my mum’s insistence at saying ‘spunkrat’ at any opportunity!
So, in conclusion, I’m probably the most open fangirl of the three of us, but also most likely the least fangirly, so I’m not sure how that works. I can safely skim the fangirl surface with most people (my own age) I’m relatively comfortable around, but will only go deeper into true fangirling with a few select people, these two and a couple of other close friends. I haven’t really found the satisfaction in fangirling with other fangirls on forums as of yet, I have used them a bit but not that much. This is probably though because I am the first person to admit I FAR prefer to actually TALK to people in person, or at least over the phone, rather than to chat on MSN, I find it impersonal, and you don’t get to hear or see people’s reactions to things (and no, emoticons do not count!). I think, however, at some point (hopefully during the summer holidays, well after exams and my trip to France I shall have time to discover the real joys of forums.
Speaking of time, I haven’t been doing my homework in the time I’ve been writing this, so I best go! Sorry it was such a long one!
Cya!
xoxo Di
This is the filler blog, it's just a filler blog... (Chaser's War, sorry...)
Ha, Ari, you can try, but you will NEVER beat me!!
And yes, I agree, Shakespeare IS better than Stephanie Meyer. Honestly, people were going ape over Romeo YEARS before they were swooning over Edward Cullen. (Although, that Hamlet... :P)
I have to agree with you there, although it's slightly different in my case. I am very undercover as well, though not so much around my friends. My entire group knows about Mr Armstrong and Mr Tennant, plus a few others, though those two are the main ones :P
The people I hide most of this from (other than the girls at school like the Meyerites) are my family. I keep EVERYTHING to do with my fangirliness from them! For example, if they found this blog, I'd be shot!
One day, I was watching Doctor Who (Utopia, AWESOME ep :P) and suddenly I thought "what if they knew? What would change?" I know, philosophical, eh? It's amazing what Doctor Who makes you think.
So yes, I keep much of this kind of thing away from family members, preferring to feel the satisfaction of knowing that others share my obsession (Ari - you're so right - I never thought text on a screen could be so brilliant!), even if I've not met those people in real life.
Right! I apologise for this blog (by the way, if you're looking at the blog title and thinking "WTF is she going on about?" type "the chaser filler song" into YouTube, then laugh.
This was mainly just a little drabble to remind Ari that I am the best blogger around here :P
And also one to post before my sure to be massive post about the formal...
...which is tonight!!
So, for now, adios!
~Pia
And yes, I agree, Shakespeare IS better than Stephanie Meyer. Honestly, people were going ape over Romeo YEARS before they were swooning over Edward Cullen. (Although, that Hamlet... :P)
I have to agree with you there, although it's slightly different in my case. I am very undercover as well, though not so much around my friends. My entire group knows about Mr Armstrong and Mr Tennant, plus a few others, though those two are the main ones :P
The people I hide most of this from (other than the girls at school like the Meyerites) are my family. I keep EVERYTHING to do with my fangirliness from them! For example, if they found this blog, I'd be shot!
One day, I was watching Doctor Who (Utopia, AWESOME ep :P) and suddenly I thought "what if they knew? What would change?" I know, philosophical, eh? It's amazing what Doctor Who makes you think.
So yes, I keep much of this kind of thing away from family members, preferring to feel the satisfaction of knowing that others share my obsession (Ari - you're so right - I never thought text on a screen could be so brilliant!), even if I've not met those people in real life.
Right! I apologise for this blog (by the way, if you're looking at the blog title and thinking "WTF is she going on about?" type "the chaser filler song" into YouTube, then laugh.
This was mainly just a little drabble to remind Ari that I am the best blogger around here :P
And also one to post before my sure to be massive post about the formal...
...which is tonight!!
So, for now, adios!
~Pia
Friday, October 24, 2008
A Confession . . .
It’s Ari and I’ve got a confession to make . . . I’m not just undercover online; I hide from lots of things. Ironically, the main thing I hide from is my internet alias, my inner fangirl for want of a better word. For some unknown reason I’m shy about my taste in guys around the other girls in my year level. Sure I have a bit of a ‘different’ taste in guys (meaning I fancy men that people have never heard of or don’t like) and I do have a personality that lends itself to slightly obsessive behaviours when it comes to certain things but I notice myself going all bashful and shy about it with girls my age. I think that a lot of girls that know me just from school, if they read my forum posts and chat logs with certain other people *cough* WILLOW *cough* would be extremely shocked. I’m not self-conscious about much but I’m VERY conscious about this.
Perfect example: today, at the end of a hectic day and a thoroughly exhausting week I was tired and worn down. Then I discovered that my iPod was missing. My iPod touch is my pride and joy. It has 16 gig of storage space, wireless internet connection and a touch calculator (which is surprisingly handy). I’m never seen without it. I was livid when I couldn’t find it. When Di came looking for me at the end of the day I was in a right state. I was swearing and panicking and close to tears (something that doesn’t happen very often to me). My first thought was ‘OH GOD MY IPOD! MY FOUR HUNDRED AND SOMETHING DOLLAR IPOD!’ then I thought ‘How can I live without my iPod? What will my parents say?’ and then thirdly, a horrible thought struck me that made the shudder, wince and gag at the same time. What if someone found the iPod, went through my pictures and found my folder full of British eye-candy?! How would I explain 15 beaming pictures of Jonas, David Tennant, Richard Hammond and Chris Martin being on my iPod alongside the photos of me and my friends all dolled up for a social? Would I be able to look that person in the eye again? Would I be able to look anybody in the eye again? A terrible panic seized me along with a determination to save my vanity and find my iPod.
Ok, so it was in my sports bag the whole time but that’s not the point. The point is that I was more worried about it being found and my pictures being discovered than losing it in the first place. I hate the thought of the girls in my year level discovering my crushes and I don’t know why. Unlike most girls my age I have a very specific type that I’m attracted to and I stick to just that type (and I have very high standards) but that’s enough to write a whole blog on alone. That still doesn’t explain why I’m so shy! I’m normally a tomboy and I only open up about these things to a select few. A select few real world friends that is. Di and a couple of our other friends are the only ones I talk to about these things face to face and I still find that awkward. There’s something reassuring about text on a computer screen that emboldens me. Maybe it’s just nice to know that the people on the forum are exactly like you: unashamedly fangirly. They’re not going to laugh or pass rumours on to their friends! I think only us fangirls can truly appreciate the value (the entertainment value that is) of evaluating, comparing and enjoying masculine perfection. Mean-time, I’m still not gonna say anything about my weird dreams and crazy obsessions to the girls I sit next to in English class. After all, these are the same girls that presented a case to me just the other day about why Stephanie Meyer is far better than Shakespeare. Puh-lease!! If you take that into account can you blame me?!
Ari
P.S. I can see that the start of a competition between Pia and I is going to end badly . . . it'll be fun though *blows raspberry at Pia* :P
Perfect example: today, at the end of a hectic day and a thoroughly exhausting week I was tired and worn down. Then I discovered that my iPod was missing. My iPod touch is my pride and joy. It has 16 gig of storage space, wireless internet connection and a touch calculator (which is surprisingly handy). I’m never seen without it. I was livid when I couldn’t find it. When Di came looking for me at the end of the day I was in a right state. I was swearing and panicking and close to tears (something that doesn’t happen very often to me). My first thought was ‘OH GOD MY IPOD! MY FOUR HUNDRED AND SOMETHING DOLLAR IPOD!’ then I thought ‘How can I live without my iPod? What will my parents say?’ and then thirdly, a horrible thought struck me that made the shudder, wince and gag at the same time. What if someone found the iPod, went through my pictures and found my folder full of British eye-candy?! How would I explain 15 beaming pictures of Jonas, David Tennant, Richard Hammond and Chris Martin being on my iPod alongside the photos of me and my friends all dolled up for a social? Would I be able to look that person in the eye again? Would I be able to look anybody in the eye again? A terrible panic seized me along with a determination to save my vanity and find my iPod.
Ok, so it was in my sports bag the whole time but that’s not the point. The point is that I was more worried about it being found and my pictures being discovered than losing it in the first place. I hate the thought of the girls in my year level discovering my crushes and I don’t know why. Unlike most girls my age I have a very specific type that I’m attracted to and I stick to just that type (and I have very high standards) but that’s enough to write a whole blog on alone. That still doesn’t explain why I’m so shy! I’m normally a tomboy and I only open up about these things to a select few. A select few real world friends that is. Di and a couple of our other friends are the only ones I talk to about these things face to face and I still find that awkward. There’s something reassuring about text on a computer screen that emboldens me. Maybe it’s just nice to know that the people on the forum are exactly like you: unashamedly fangirly. They’re not going to laugh or pass rumours on to their friends! I think only us fangirls can truly appreciate the value (the entertainment value that is) of evaluating, comparing and enjoying masculine perfection. Mean-time, I’m still not gonna say anything about my weird dreams and crazy obsessions to the girls I sit next to in English class. After all, these are the same girls that presented a case to me just the other day about why Stephanie Meyer is far better than Shakespeare. Puh-lease!! If you take that into account can you blame me?!
Ari
P.S. I can see that the start of a competition between Pia and I is going to end badly . . . it'll be fun though *blows raspberry at Pia* :P
Hello Drama, I Pwned You!!
Hee, we had a drama performance assessment today.
I think it's the best one I've ever done!!
See, all of my other performances have felt like recitations - there wasn't any acting. This one was Documentary Drama, which we did in quite a short amount of time, so there wasn't enough time for us to get bored and make it monotonous.
The other good thing was, it was sufficiently soon that it felt like just another rehearsal. So, I wasn't as nervous as I had been in the past. Which was good. Very, very good.
But mainly, I'm really proud of myself cause I was acting!! *sigh* Not much, but it's a start, hey? It's a bit indescribable, a bit out of body, and it's AWESOME!!
Anyway, I'm off, I'll stop rambling :P
Byee!
~Pia
I think it's the best one I've ever done!!
See, all of my other performances have felt like recitations - there wasn't any acting. This one was Documentary Drama, which we did in quite a short amount of time, so there wasn't enough time for us to get bored and make it monotonous.
The other good thing was, it was sufficiently soon that it felt like just another rehearsal. So, I wasn't as nervous as I had been in the past. Which was good. Very, very good.
But mainly, I'm really proud of myself cause I was acting!! *sigh* Not much, but it's a start, hey? It's a bit indescribable, a bit out of body, and it's AWESOME!!
Anyway, I'm off, I'll stop rambling :P
Byee!
~Pia
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
I Should Be Working...
Hello again!! I'm in class, don't tell anyone! :P
I am currently being subjected to a legalised form of torture commonly known as Aus Geography, Civics and Citizenship. This is a subject where you sit for 80 minutes perfecting your glassy-eyed look (highly necessary for occassions such as long assemblies... and speech day...) and pretending to care. Then, you go into the end of year exam and die. Yes, I could have paid attention earlier on, and I sort of did, which is why I passed the exam we just got back. Just...
*sigh* I am very, very bored. Subsequently, I will do a Dr Cox-esque rant as to what I would rather be doing right now:
Right at this very second I would rather be playing hockey. Even though it is raining. There's something fun about playing hockey in the rain, even though all the protective gear gets totally waterlogged. (I'm a goalkeeper, see. Keepers are the coolest people. So there.)
I would very much like to be on Facebook, reading amusing lists of things that bag me out... and are all true.
I would prefer to be dancing like a crazy person to "Lose My Breath" as I was at 7:30am...
I would rather be in English presenting my Catherine Tate movie. Even if not many people laugh. For the love of all things holy, I hope they will...
Aaaand, AHGCC has drained my intellectual resources to such an extent that I can no longer think of what I'd rather do. This must be what brainwashing feels like!
So, for now, I'm off! I may be back on later to tell all about how my audition for a speech day solo went... it's at lunch... I don't like my chances...
Love,
~Pia
I am currently being subjected to a legalised form of torture commonly known as Aus Geography, Civics and Citizenship. This is a subject where you sit for 80 minutes perfecting your glassy-eyed look (highly necessary for occassions such as long assemblies... and speech day...) and pretending to care. Then, you go into the end of year exam and die. Yes, I could have paid attention earlier on, and I sort of did, which is why I passed the exam we just got back. Just...
*sigh* I am very, very bored. Subsequently, I will do a Dr Cox-esque rant as to what I would rather be doing right now:
Right at this very second I would rather be playing hockey. Even though it is raining. There's something fun about playing hockey in the rain, even though all the protective gear gets totally waterlogged. (I'm a goalkeeper, see. Keepers are the coolest people. So there.)
I would very much like to be on Facebook, reading amusing lists of things that bag me out... and are all true.
I would prefer to be dancing like a crazy person to "Lose My Breath" as I was at 7:30am...
I would rather be in English presenting my Catherine Tate movie. Even if not many people laugh. For the love of all things holy, I hope they will...
Aaaand, AHGCC has drained my intellectual resources to such an extent that I can no longer think of what I'd rather do. This must be what brainwashing feels like!
So, for now, I'm off! I may be back on later to tell all about how my audition for a speech day solo went... it's at lunch... I don't like my chances...
Love,
~Pia
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
We are so naughty!
My first proper blog and it’s a rant I’m afraid…this time about one of my fellow outlaws! (We might do this on occasion, do not be concerned!)
Before I continue, I wish to point out to Ari that in the immortal words of Seth Cohen, that you are neither the brains or beauty, but the bitch!!! (haha only joking! Only fellow O.C fans could possibly get that one anyway!)
Now, to the point of the matter! You see, Ari and I spent the entire afternoon today hanging around school (no, we aren’t total losers, let me explain!). You see, in an attempt to hang out more, we have been ‘doing homework in the library’ on occasional afternoons. Now, as you can imagine, we get very little actual work completed, but we always enjoy ourselves! Anyway, today Ari had been having some issues joining this blog (as Blogger was being extremely annoying and not letting her join. Anyway, back on topic!).
I should explain that our school believes we should all have laptops for “work purposes”, and one day, in a certain classroom on one side of this school, someone discovered there was an unsecured wireless network which we could connect to, and therefore use Blogger/JAF/ Facebook/Myspace/MSN and other things usually blocked by the school server, so whenever we have a class in that room, we use every opportunity to make proper use of its excellent facilities!
So that I could help Ari finally join this blog, we sat ourselves in this classroom on the internet for the next hour and a half. Now, Ari is a new Facebook user (ssshhh) and had recently discovered the joys of joining random fangirling groups, and it made my task in wrenching her away in order to solve the Blogger problem extremely difficult. At about four o’clock, she was STILL fangirling and we were no closer to getting her into the blog. At this time, we then lost connection to the wireless network, and we became somewhat concerned (okay, VERY concerned) that we would not be able to resume our activities if we could not connect again.
At this point, Ari received a great many slaps from me, and a few touches of my apparently cold hands just to annoy her because I had actually thought we could sort that out and then do some work (boy, was I naive!). Thankfully we did manage to get back on the rogue wireless and I FINALLY got her into Blogger (after much frustration on my part, not only at Blogger but at Ari as well for giggling in my ear at something on Facebook).
I think she’s had enough payback for this one though, considering I got a call from her on my way home saying she’d been egged by some randoms celebrating the end of their schooling, which we affectionately call ‘Muck-Up Day’!!! (Nice one, guys!!!!!!)
xoxo Di
Before I continue, I wish to point out to Ari that in the immortal words of Seth Cohen, that you are neither the brains or beauty, but the bitch!!! (haha only joking! Only fellow O.C fans could possibly get that one anyway!)
Now, to the point of the matter! You see, Ari and I spent the entire afternoon today hanging around school (no, we aren’t total losers, let me explain!). You see, in an attempt to hang out more, we have been ‘doing homework in the library’ on occasional afternoons. Now, as you can imagine, we get very little actual work completed, but we always enjoy ourselves! Anyway, today Ari had been having some issues joining this blog (as Blogger was being extremely annoying and not letting her join. Anyway, back on topic!).
I should explain that our school believes we should all have laptops for “work purposes”, and one day, in a certain classroom on one side of this school, someone discovered there was an unsecured wireless network which we could connect to, and therefore use Blogger/JAF/ Facebook/Myspace/MSN and other things usually blocked by the school server, so whenever we have a class in that room, we use every opportunity to make proper use of its excellent facilities!
So that I could help Ari finally join this blog, we sat ourselves in this classroom on the internet for the next hour and a half. Now, Ari is a new Facebook user (ssshhh) and had recently discovered the joys of joining random fangirling groups, and it made my task in wrenching her away in order to solve the Blogger problem extremely difficult. At about four o’clock, she was STILL fangirling and we were no closer to getting her into the blog. At this time, we then lost connection to the wireless network, and we became somewhat concerned (okay, VERY concerned) that we would not be able to resume our activities if we could not connect again.
At this point, Ari received a great many slaps from me, and a few touches of my apparently cold hands just to annoy her because I had actually thought we could sort that out and then do some work (boy, was I naive!). Thankfully we did manage to get back on the rogue wireless and I FINALLY got her into Blogger (after much frustration on my part, not only at Blogger but at Ari as well for giggling in my ear at something on Facebook).
I think she’s had enough payback for this one though, considering I got a call from her on my way home saying she’d been egged by some randoms celebrating the end of their schooling, which we affectionately call ‘Muck-Up Day’!!! (Nice one, guys!!!!!!)
xoxo Di
*Double Take...*
Ha, just to outdo Ari here, for I am not a loser!! (Ok, I am, but that's not the point :P) I shall post for a third time to SPAM YOU ALL!!
I have an announcement of excitingness for you all.
I am going to... a formal!!!
Ok, so perhaps not as exciting as I made it out to be. But by golly, it is!!
Although, there are a few flaws in the whole "OMG THE FORMAL IS SO AWESOME!" thing.
Allow me to list them.
1. The Date. This is the person you take to the formal, which makes or breaks people's opinion of you until the next formal (at least - many will remember for LIFE). And so, to avoid this, I thought, 'How about I go by myself and just dance like a crazy person with my friends?'
Uh, no. Sorry, doesn't work like that - that's the same as going alone, which makes you strange.
So, if you have no option for a date and you don't want to go "alone", here is my advice to you.
Take a guy friend!! "No," I hear you wail, "I have no guy friends!!". Yes you do, you just may not have met them yet! Ask your friends, for they will have guy friends, and meet them a week or so beforehand. And all is peachy!
2. The Dress. This is the most glaringly obvious point, and yet is so overlooked! I got my dress 2 weeks before the formal, which gave most of my friends heart palpitations because they thought I'd never get it in time. However, I got it (relatively cheaply compared to other formal dresses, but FREAKISHLY EXPENSIVE according to my monitary capabilities...) and I like it. So there. Which brings me to my next issue...
3. The Shoes. I own 4 pairs of shoes - school shoes, trainers for PE and hockey, an old pair of sandals and a pair of boots. So, you can imagine my surprise when my friends said, "Great dress.. what shoes?" I died inside. So, we went shopping. I found shoes. I tried them on. They were pretty.
AND I COULDN'T WALK IN THEM!
Not to mention that they were even more expensive than my dress.
Something tells me I may end up wearing the threadbare sandals - at least I'll be able to walk by the end of the night!
4. The Look. This is a combination of hair and makeup. Now, here's the problem. My hair is a block of the most boring colour and the most boring length, and subsequently there is approximately NOTHING that can be done with it. Damn.
Makeup - I own none. The only makeup I've ever worn is stage makeup, which you couldn't wear anywhere where people are going to be standing anywhere near you because then you look like you could peel your face off at any second like a Slitheen or something. So, I'll have to entrust my baby-faced complexion to the hands of my make-up wise friends... I'll let you know how it goes if I come out alive...
5. The Cost. Ok, let's add up the expenditure:
- Your ticket: $50
- Date's ticket: $50
- The dress: $60
- The shoes: ??? (the ones I looked at were $90, so let's add that into the overall cost)
- The hairstyle: (salon cost) Up to $50/$60
- The makeup: Cost my friend nearly $160
All up: $470
Nearly $500 for a night out. Worth it?
I'll let you know... it's on Saturday :P
Bye for now!
~Pia
I have an announcement of excitingness for you all.
I am going to... a formal!!!
Ok, so perhaps not as exciting as I made it out to be. But by golly, it is!!
Although, there are a few flaws in the whole "OMG THE FORMAL IS SO AWESOME!" thing.
Allow me to list them.
1. The Date. This is the person you take to the formal, which makes or breaks people's opinion of you until the next formal (at least - many will remember for LIFE). And so, to avoid this, I thought, 'How about I go by myself and just dance like a crazy person with my friends?'
Uh, no. Sorry, doesn't work like that - that's the same as going alone, which makes you strange.
So, if you have no option for a date and you don't want to go "alone", here is my advice to you.
Take a guy friend!! "No," I hear you wail, "I have no guy friends!!". Yes you do, you just may not have met them yet! Ask your friends, for they will have guy friends, and meet them a week or so beforehand. And all is peachy!
2. The Dress. This is the most glaringly obvious point, and yet is so overlooked! I got my dress 2 weeks before the formal, which gave most of my friends heart palpitations because they thought I'd never get it in time. However, I got it (relatively cheaply compared to other formal dresses, but FREAKISHLY EXPENSIVE according to my monitary capabilities...) and I like it. So there. Which brings me to my next issue...
3. The Shoes. I own 4 pairs of shoes - school shoes, trainers for PE and hockey, an old pair of sandals and a pair of boots. So, you can imagine my surprise when my friends said, "Great dress.. what shoes?" I died inside. So, we went shopping. I found shoes. I tried them on. They were pretty.
AND I COULDN'T WALK IN THEM!
Not to mention that they were even more expensive than my dress.
Something tells me I may end up wearing the threadbare sandals - at least I'll be able to walk by the end of the night!
4. The Look. This is a combination of hair and makeup. Now, here's the problem. My hair is a block of the most boring colour and the most boring length, and subsequently there is approximately NOTHING that can be done with it. Damn.
Makeup - I own none. The only makeup I've ever worn is stage makeup, which you couldn't wear anywhere where people are going to be standing anywhere near you because then you look like you could peel your face off at any second like a Slitheen or something. So, I'll have to entrust my baby-faced complexion to the hands of my make-up wise friends... I'll let you know how it goes if I come out alive...
5. The Cost. Ok, let's add up the expenditure:
- Your ticket: $50
- Date's ticket: $50
- The dress: $60
- The shoes: ??? (the ones I looked at were $90, so let's add that into the overall cost)
- The hairstyle: (salon cost) Up to $50/$60
- The makeup: Cost my friend nearly $160
All up: $470
Nearly $500 for a night out. Worth it?
I'll let you know... it's on Saturday :P
Bye for now!
~Pia
Two for the price of one!
I figure that since Pia’s already had two posts I should make this one extra long (I don’t want to be outdone by a loser like her!)
*awkward wave* hello! Welcome to our new blog. We’re the Undercover Outlaws and we’re three Aussie teens talking all things stupid, pointless and Jonas! Isn’t our name brilliant?! I thought of that . . . I just thought I should get that in somehow . . . credit where credit’s due and all . . .
Back to the intro: My name’s Ari, short for Aramis of Three Musketeer fame. I’ll be joined by my friends Di (short for D’Artagnion) and Pia (short for Porthos) and we’ll be kept in line and told off occasionally by the wonderful (if scary) boss musketeer Athos (Lucky for you! *wink*) I’m the tallest of the Outlaws but I make up for my gift of height with my lack of intelligence and a tendency to be a little (ok a LOT) non sequiter. I’m the only one of us who plays more than one sport. I play soccer and cricket and am actually pretty good at them! I also love reading, writing, singing and acting but I can dance a damn sight better than the other two as well. It’s glaringly obvious that they’re the brains and I’m the beauty (thought they might have something to say about that *runs and hides*!)
This is my second chance at writing a blog and when I first decided on this with my friends I was determined to better my first effort. Unfortunately I got a little less determined and a little more distracted so you’ll just have to make do with what’s left.
I’ve been away from forums and fansites for a little longer than I would have liked, mostly because I was banned by my parents. My favourite lurking place was http://www.jonasarmstrongfansite.com/ until my parents found out about it. Over the past few months when I haven’t been in contact with my friends on JAF I must admit that I strayed. I abandoned Jonas for David Tennant, then I discovered Chris Martin and THEN I saw Richard Hammond. It came to the point where in games of ‘Marry, Shag, Throw off a cliff’ Jonas was having his life cut short prematurely on quite a regular basis. Shocking, I know. I came back to the site when I was in desperate need of updates on a friend who was about to give birth and have become addicted all over again. People remembered me and I’ve rekindled old ties as well as made some new friends. This prompted me to think: do certain things ever really change?
Now I know people say change is all around us, not only that, most people say change is GOOD for us but I reckon that if you look a little deeper you’ll start to see uncanny similarities between certain ‘changes’ in our lives. Example time: When I was 7 I lied to my parents about nicking half a packed of butterscotch lollies from the car glove box, when I was 11 I lied to my parents about eating three of my little sister’s Easter eggs and just a couple of weeks ago I lied to my parents about whether or not I was responsible for a quarter of a block of chocolate and some crisps disappearing. I’ve grown up and ‘changed’ in many ways but I still nick food occasionally and my parents always know I've done it.
It doesn’t have to be stretched out over several years either, it can be in the space of a few months: back when I had my first blog I wrote about smacking my head on the shower soap holder when I shaved my legs for the first time. Since then I’ve tried several different methods of doing it, some more successfully than others. I tried running a basin of water in the sink and then standing one leg up on the side of the bath. I got soapy water everywhere, got the dust from the bath stuck to the soles of my feet and then I slipped and cracked my shin on the tiled ledge. Ouch. The next time I tried phasing out the bath and standing my leg up on the basin with the water in it. I was at first bemused by the rather strenuous and undignified half-split-thing that resulted from putting my foot up to the height of my mid-thigh. The sole of my foot soon got damp and I started slipping on the edge of the basin (with the razor still in my hand). I grabbed the corner of the shower to steady myself but by then my hand was damp as well so my hand slipped from the side of the shower and I was left doing a rather comical hopping wobble while waving my arms around like a pinwheel. I eventually regained my balance but I nicked my knee in the process (God knows how) and it ended up bleeding for a few minutes afterwards. Ouch. A month ago I tried doing it in the shower, well, kneeling in the shower with the leg I was shaving out of the shower. It was all going swimmingly until the soapy water swirling around the knee that was in the shower made me slip and come crashing down rather unceremoniously onto my rear. Ouch. Again. Just last week I thought I had it figured out. I should do it in the shower, with all of me in the shower and just push the shower head down so the water shoots at the wall. In the process of going up and down and while washing my razor I’d been very careful to avoid that troublesome soap holder. I finished and thought to myself with unmitigated smugness ‘I am so clever, and I didn’t even smack my head’. Straight after I had thought this I stood up very quickly and smacked my head square on the shower head I’d pushed down. Yes, the metal shower head. Big ouch. I still think of Athos telling me to run myself a bath whenever I hurt myself.
It comes as no surprise then that as soon as I realised that there are Ghost Squad re-runs playing late on Saturday nights that I started re-watching and got re-hooked. How could I ever have doubted him? Jonas is just as gorgeous as I remember him (and with any luck this Saturday should be the one with the shirtless scene in it!) I’ve gone back through my old stash of photos and have had a good ogle. It just doesn’t help that my family remembers him too. When my dad saw me watching it last weekend, while I was over at my cousins’ house (now THAT’S devotion) he said at the top of his lungs ‘Oh look, it’s your boyfriend!’ I wanted to disappear, which isn’t the easiest thing for me to do seeing as I’m not the most inconspicuous person around. I hadn’t seen him in three months but as soon as I clapped eyes on him again I remembered why I joined JAF.
The point I’m trying to make here is that not only am I stupid, clumsy and incompetent, but that some things will never change.
Till next time
Ari :D
*awkward wave* hello! Welcome to our new blog. We’re the Undercover Outlaws and we’re three Aussie teens talking all things stupid, pointless and Jonas! Isn’t our name brilliant?! I thought of that . . . I just thought I should get that in somehow . . . credit where credit’s due and all . . .
Back to the intro: My name’s Ari, short for Aramis of Three Musketeer fame. I’ll be joined by my friends Di (short for D’Artagnion) and Pia (short for Porthos) and we’ll be kept in line and told off occasionally by the wonderful (if scary) boss musketeer Athos (Lucky for you! *wink*) I’m the tallest of the Outlaws but I make up for my gift of height with my lack of intelligence and a tendency to be a little (ok a LOT) non sequiter. I’m the only one of us who plays more than one sport. I play soccer and cricket and am actually pretty good at them! I also love reading, writing, singing and acting but I can dance a damn sight better than the other two as well. It’s glaringly obvious that they’re the brains and I’m the beauty (thought they might have something to say about that *runs and hides*!)
This is my second chance at writing a blog and when I first decided on this with my friends I was determined to better my first effort. Unfortunately I got a little less determined and a little more distracted so you’ll just have to make do with what’s left.
I’ve been away from forums and fansites for a little longer than I would have liked, mostly because I was banned by my parents. My favourite lurking place was http://www.jonasarmstrongfansite.com/ until my parents found out about it. Over the past few months when I haven’t been in contact with my friends on JAF I must admit that I strayed. I abandoned Jonas for David Tennant, then I discovered Chris Martin and THEN I saw Richard Hammond. It came to the point where in games of ‘Marry, Shag, Throw off a cliff’ Jonas was having his life cut short prematurely on quite a regular basis. Shocking, I know. I came back to the site when I was in desperate need of updates on a friend who was about to give birth and have become addicted all over again. People remembered me and I’ve rekindled old ties as well as made some new friends. This prompted me to think: do certain things ever really change?
Now I know people say change is all around us, not only that, most people say change is GOOD for us but I reckon that if you look a little deeper you’ll start to see uncanny similarities between certain ‘changes’ in our lives. Example time: When I was 7 I lied to my parents about nicking half a packed of butterscotch lollies from the car glove box, when I was 11 I lied to my parents about eating three of my little sister’s Easter eggs and just a couple of weeks ago I lied to my parents about whether or not I was responsible for a quarter of a block of chocolate and some crisps disappearing. I’ve grown up and ‘changed’ in many ways but I still nick food occasionally and my parents always know I've done it.
It doesn’t have to be stretched out over several years either, it can be in the space of a few months: back when I had my first blog I wrote about smacking my head on the shower soap holder when I shaved my legs for the first time. Since then I’ve tried several different methods of doing it, some more successfully than others. I tried running a basin of water in the sink and then standing one leg up on the side of the bath. I got soapy water everywhere, got the dust from the bath stuck to the soles of my feet and then I slipped and cracked my shin on the tiled ledge. Ouch. The next time I tried phasing out the bath and standing my leg up on the basin with the water in it. I was at first bemused by the rather strenuous and undignified half-split-thing that resulted from putting my foot up to the height of my mid-thigh. The sole of my foot soon got damp and I started slipping on the edge of the basin (with the razor still in my hand). I grabbed the corner of the shower to steady myself but by then my hand was damp as well so my hand slipped from the side of the shower and I was left doing a rather comical hopping wobble while waving my arms around like a pinwheel. I eventually regained my balance but I nicked my knee in the process (God knows how) and it ended up bleeding for a few minutes afterwards. Ouch. A month ago I tried doing it in the shower, well, kneeling in the shower with the leg I was shaving out of the shower. It was all going swimmingly until the soapy water swirling around the knee that was in the shower made me slip and come crashing down rather unceremoniously onto my rear. Ouch. Again. Just last week I thought I had it figured out. I should do it in the shower, with all of me in the shower and just push the shower head down so the water shoots at the wall. In the process of going up and down and while washing my razor I’d been very careful to avoid that troublesome soap holder. I finished and thought to myself with unmitigated smugness ‘I am so clever, and I didn’t even smack my head’. Straight after I had thought this I stood up very quickly and smacked my head square on the shower head I’d pushed down. Yes, the metal shower head. Big ouch. I still think of Athos telling me to run myself a bath whenever I hurt myself.
It comes as no surprise then that as soon as I realised that there are Ghost Squad re-runs playing late on Saturday nights that I started re-watching and got re-hooked. How could I ever have doubted him? Jonas is just as gorgeous as I remember him (and with any luck this Saturday should be the one with the shirtless scene in it!) I’ve gone back through my old stash of photos and have had a good ogle. It just doesn’t help that my family remembers him too. When my dad saw me watching it last weekend, while I was over at my cousins’ house (now THAT’S devotion) he said at the top of his lungs ‘Oh look, it’s your boyfriend!’ I wanted to disappear, which isn’t the easiest thing for me to do seeing as I’m not the most inconspicuous person around. I hadn’t seen him in three months but as soon as I clapped eyes on him again I remembered why I joined JAF.
The point I’m trying to make here is that not only am I stupid, clumsy and incompetent, but that some things will never change.
Till next time
Ari :D
Monday, October 20, 2008
A Rant. Because I Can.
Hello to one and all again - tis moi, Pia.
Thought I'd have a rant. Fun, eh?
Anyway. Today I was attacked. By a rogue cockroach. However, this nasty little roach wasn't homicidal. In fact, if I wasn't so scared of them, I'm sure if I had sat down and had a good chat with the little thing I would have discovered it to be quite the nice chap.
It was being wielded by my sister. Now, as I said a few lines back (blink and you'd miss it. So don't blink. Don't turn your back, don't look away and... uh... sorry, back on topic...) I have this fear of cockroaches. Don't deny it - you do as well. Everyone does - they're creepy little things.
So, this morning, having slept in (as is my right, obviously), my sister decided that the best way to wake me up would be to deposit a live cockroach on me. Effective. But very, very mean.
I screamed. Duh.
Got out of bed, chased my sister around the house, told her to go to my room and remove the offending insect matter. She went in, and decided she couldn't find it. So I had to. It was nestled between my doona and my pillow, looking quite cosy. Yelling, I told her to remove it, fuming all the more as she skipped merrily away. So, doing something that I thought was highly rational... I locked myself in the bathroom and refused to leave.
For, you see, this is not what I usually do. I don't take one jibe from a sibling and chuck a massive spaz. Usually I laugh and deny them the satisfaction. But today I didn't, cause I just wasn't in the mood.
So, having locked myself in the bathroom (with my iPod, otherwise I would not have survived 2 minutes...) for 20 minutes, I was rather impressed at my resilience. So, spurred on by another track from the Pigeon Detectives, I listened to the barrage of abuse I was receiving from my sister, hearing how it was muffled and distant and I could barely hear her opinion of me, which was nice.
Then... the parents arrived. And I was stuffed.
Conversation went a little like this:
Parent1: Um, you gonna come out any time soon?
Me: Depends. You got a key?
P1: No. Why?
Me: Cause the only way I'm leaving is if you remove me! (Which wasn't true - I had every intention of leaving with sufficient time to arrive at school and present my Catherine Tate movie about satire. Anyway.)
P1: Right. *P2 arrives*
P1: Any particular reason why she's in there?
P2: She's being a teenager, being stupid. Leave her.
P1: But, why?
P2: She had a cockroach chucked at her by a sibling. And now she's throwing a hissy fit.
P1: Well, that wasn't very nice!
P2: *defensively* Well, she slept in! It was her own fault!
I love my family.
*ahem*
So yes! That's a rant for you! Hope you enjoyed that, and next time you see a roach lying around, please, throw it out, not at.
That last sentence made no sense, so I'd best go.
Byee!
Love,
~Pia.
Thought I'd have a rant. Fun, eh?
Anyway. Today I was attacked. By a rogue cockroach. However, this nasty little roach wasn't homicidal. In fact, if I wasn't so scared of them, I'm sure if I had sat down and had a good chat with the little thing I would have discovered it to be quite the nice chap.
It was being wielded by my sister. Now, as I said a few lines back (blink and you'd miss it. So don't blink. Don't turn your back, don't look away and... uh... sorry, back on topic...) I have this fear of cockroaches. Don't deny it - you do as well. Everyone does - they're creepy little things.
So, this morning, having slept in (as is my right, obviously), my sister decided that the best way to wake me up would be to deposit a live cockroach on me. Effective. But very, very mean.
I screamed. Duh.
Got out of bed, chased my sister around the house, told her to go to my room and remove the offending insect matter. She went in, and decided she couldn't find it. So I had to. It was nestled between my doona and my pillow, looking quite cosy. Yelling, I told her to remove it, fuming all the more as she skipped merrily away. So, doing something that I thought was highly rational... I locked myself in the bathroom and refused to leave.
For, you see, this is not what I usually do. I don't take one jibe from a sibling and chuck a massive spaz. Usually I laugh and deny them the satisfaction. But today I didn't, cause I just wasn't in the mood.
So, having locked myself in the bathroom (with my iPod, otherwise I would not have survived 2 minutes...) for 20 minutes, I was rather impressed at my resilience. So, spurred on by another track from the Pigeon Detectives, I listened to the barrage of abuse I was receiving from my sister, hearing how it was muffled and distant and I could barely hear her opinion of me, which was nice.
Then... the parents arrived. And I was stuffed.
Conversation went a little like this:
Parent1: Um, you gonna come out any time soon?
Me: Depends. You got a key?
P1: No. Why?
Me: Cause the only way I'm leaving is if you remove me! (Which wasn't true - I had every intention of leaving with sufficient time to arrive at school and present my Catherine Tate movie about satire. Anyway.)
P1: Right. *P2 arrives*
P1: Any particular reason why she's in there?
P2: She's being a teenager, being stupid. Leave her.
P1: But, why?
P2: She had a cockroach chucked at her by a sibling. And now she's throwing a hissy fit.
P1: Well, that wasn't very nice!
P2: *defensively* Well, she slept in! It was her own fault!
I love my family.
*ahem*
So yes! That's a rant for you! Hope you enjoyed that, and next time you see a roach lying around, please, throw it out, not at.
That last sentence made no sense, so I'd best go.
Byee!
Love,
~Pia.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Welcome!
Hello!
Welcome to the Undercover Outlaws!!!!
Obviously, we are undercover ---> (see usernames), but we thought we'd introduce ourselves! & thank the brilliant Lucky for giving us this opportunity!
Hello, I'm Di! What can I say about myself...mmm...well, I'm 16, very short (shorter than Pia even, who's not exactly tall), i've got brown hair, but I put highlights in it coz it's a bit boring. I'm from Australia. I love reading, music, the internet (esp JAF!!) and chatting to my fellow outlaws, Ari and Pia here! I'm the most clumsy and awkward person around (and no, I'm not exaggerating here, I am actually serious! It's really bad, I hurt myself all the time!), and also probably the most serious minded of the bunch - which is saying something, because we're all nutbags most of the time!!! I'm absolutely hopeless at sports of any description, and prefer to sit on my bum all day rather than exercise, unless my mum drags me off to the gym. I spend far too much time on the computer/internet than can possibly be considered normal, and use it as a good excuse for avoiding my homework...which i'm doing right now!!!
So I'd better sign off!
xoxo Di
Welcome to the Undercover Outlaws!!!!
Obviously, we are undercover ---> (see usernames), but we thought we'd introduce ourselves! & thank the brilliant Lucky for giving us this opportunity!
Hello, I'm Di! What can I say about myself...mmm...well, I'm 16, very short (shorter than Pia even, who's not exactly tall), i've got brown hair, but I put highlights in it coz it's a bit boring. I'm from Australia. I love reading, music, the internet (esp JAF!!) and chatting to my fellow outlaws, Ari and Pia here! I'm the most clumsy and awkward person around (and no, I'm not exaggerating here, I am actually serious! It's really bad, I hurt myself all the time!), and also probably the most serious minded of the bunch - which is saying something, because we're all nutbags most of the time!!! I'm absolutely hopeless at sports of any description, and prefer to sit on my bum all day rather than exercise, unless my mum drags me off to the gym. I spend far too much time on the computer/internet than can possibly be considered normal, and use it as a good excuse for avoiding my homework...which i'm doing right now!!!
So I'd better sign off!
xoxo Di
The Undercover Outlaws
Greetings, one and all!
We are the Undercover Outlaws - Pia, Di and Ari. This, faithful reader, is Pia speaking.
Firstly, praises to Good Queen Lucky for letting us outlaws blog here. *bows*
Right! Myself:
I am Pia, the middle of the Outlaws. AKA BBC Addict and Honorary Gallifreyan. Probably the shortest, and definitely the stoutest, I am average in most areas - shortish brown hair, square block glasses (geek chic :P), no sense of style and a high level of annoying-ness.
However - I'm not ALL useless:
I sing. And act. And dance... awfully.
And now, I will sign off and make way for my fellow UO's to post their own descriptions... for there is TV to be viewed, people to talk to...
...and dances to prepare for...
We are the Undercover Outlaws - Pia, Di and Ari. This, faithful reader, is Pia speaking.
Firstly, praises to Good Queen Lucky for letting us outlaws blog here. *bows*
Right! Myself:
I am Pia, the middle of the Outlaws. AKA BBC Addict and Honorary Gallifreyan. Probably the shortest, and definitely the stoutest, I am average in most areas - shortish brown hair, square block glasses (geek chic :P), no sense of style and a high level of annoying-ness.
However - I'm not ALL useless:
I sing. And act. And dance... awfully.
And now, I will sign off and make way for my fellow UO's to post their own descriptions... for there is TV to be viewed, people to talk to...
...and dances to prepare for...
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