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