Because i'm a hopeless blogger (but probably more likely because i'm a highschool senior), i haven't blogged for half a month...
And i apologise for this. sincerely.
which i'm fairly certain i could copy and paste to the start of every new blog atm...
So, back to my life :)
I finally got most things sorted for the Formal (yay! no more stress!) so except for actually booking the appointments (which i should do, come to think of it) and the actual day, i think i'm all ready! so thank goodness for that.
In other news, i've finally started getting used to the cold... just in time for the august winds to start, so i'm back to square one and freezing my butt of again. how rude. But hey, i'm like 2 months i'll be toasty warm and camping at the beach. Just can't wait till then...
And sadly excluding schoolwork that kinda sums up my life :( or lack there of... as my mother keeps reminding me, i'm a senior now. Apparently it's normal for seniors to have no lives.
So basically that's it :)
xx
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Friday, July 30, 2010
Well, you see...
So, i was planning on doing a Formal rant.
As in a rant about the Formal, not just one that was written... formally?
And Dearest (you know who you are), i honestly still was planning on until Physics today.
And then i had a chat with you know who... and she was actually entirely calm about it (regardless of whether certain people sit with them or not, and how people at the table get on). And then I had that awkward mixed messages chat with a certain someone else, and got all confuzzled and WHY CAN'T HE JUST ACTUALLY FORM THE QUESTION about it (yeah, i was less calm in my head then to you... i find if i act how i want to feel, i end up feeling like that).
Then lunch came, and most of it went, and he asked (yay!).
And now i've basically forgotten what i was going to rant about.
But for all you out there who aren't dearest (and there's a lot of you, i know... however many billion people in the earth compared to 1 girl), here's the gist of the rant:
Formal tables should not be strictly 10 people per table!
It just doesn't work... especially when you factor in partners who don't speak to each other and girls with personality clashes and the fact that it's "their special night"... cus it's not anyone else's!
So take my advice: when you get to be a senior and have prom/formal coming up, LET SOMEONE ELSE DO THE TABLES!
xx
As in a rant about the Formal, not just one that was written... formally?
And Dearest (you know who you are), i honestly still was planning on until Physics today.
And then i had a chat with you know who... and she was actually entirely calm about it (regardless of whether certain people sit with them or not, and how people at the table get on). And then I had that awkward mixed messages chat with a certain someone else, and got all confuzzled and WHY CAN'T HE JUST ACTUALLY FORM THE QUESTION about it (yeah, i was less calm in my head then to you... i find if i act how i want to feel, i end up feeling like that).
Then lunch came, and most of it went, and he asked (yay!).
And now i've basically forgotten what i was going to rant about.
But for all you out there who aren't dearest (and there's a lot of you, i know... however many billion people in the earth compared to 1 girl), here's the gist of the rant:
Formal tables should not be strictly 10 people per table!
It just doesn't work... especially when you factor in partners who don't speak to each other and girls with personality clashes and the fact that it's "their special night"... cus it's not anyone else's!
So take my advice: when you get to be a senior and have prom/formal coming up, LET SOMEONE ELSE DO THE TABLES!
xx
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
So...
Hi. Note that i'm writing this less then 2 weeks since my last post. Aren't i improving! (sarcasm hand raised).
Yeah. Where was I??
Oh right. So SN has had a rash of "day in the life of" posts recently... none of which *quite* represent me. I mean, my stereotype (australian high school student) has been, but it's not what my life really is like. With this realisation (and the realisation that no "day in the life of" post i write will actually get published on SN), I've decided to write one for you guys. Aren't you lucky?? And without further ado, i present...
A Day In The Life Of... Oreos!
And by oreos i mean me, not the edible biscuit that is oh-so-yummy....
6:01 AM - my alarm goes off. Why 01, you ask? Because it allows me to truthfully tell myself i will actually get up after 6:00 today. I get out of bed (or pull out my iPod) and open up sparknotes and my emails. Sadly as I live in Australia, most of my sparknotes friends are online when I could be sleeping... getting up early is the only way we can live chat.
7:05 - start getting ready for school... straighten hair (or stick it in a bun if i'm running late), eat breakfast, drink coffee (decaf, bleugh), pack my bag... the list is never ending.
7:40 - yell at my youngest brother to get his butt out the door, and leave. Thankfully i have my license now, so I can drive us all to school.
7:55 - arrive at school, go to tuckshop, buy coffee... and this one's caffeinated! Hang out with friends (and my coffee) for about half an hour, catching up on the goss i missed yesterday and get reprimanded at least 10 times for my caffeine/sugar dependency.
8:30 - form room. We get the notices, have a devotion, and one lucky member of the class gets asked questions by our form teacher. Generally i doodle in my diary, talk to my friends, or debate the latest Doctor Who episode with some of the guys in class.
8:45 - period 1. I'm going by a Thursday timetable, so it's ... um ... OK, so after 18 months i still haven't learnt my timetable. Thankfully my friends are aware of this, and someone tells me that we all have maths first... I actually take two maths subjects, and this is the easier one, so i sit and chat with my friends/listen to my iPod during this lesson.
10:00 - Life Skills. In which each class wastes as much of the 30 minute session as they can ignoring the teacher.
10:30 - MORNING TEA! Unfortunately we're not allowed on the only patch of grass in our school during morning tea, but we are allowed on the fake grass! Chocolate of some variety is generally consumed, and gossip from first period shared.
11:00 - Period 2. Today this is my second maths subject, maths C. It's actually quite hard, but the teacher for this class is awesome and there's only 8 in the class, so we generally end up having class discussions on such things as the ability of a ring box to fit into an oreo packet, or the financial situation of Greece.
12:00 - Period 3. Which is the entire other end of the school... which currently has construction through the main path. Yippee! After 10 minutes of travel, I arrive at chemistry having looked at the prac on the way. Generally, it's boring, but without fail one of the guys in class will have the matches confiscated... which is mildly entertaining.
1:10 - LUNCH TIME!! Rush downstairs to the grade's "common area", which is simply a kettle and microwave... the key thing here being kettle, from which water is procured for my coffee (or caramalatte, as the case so often is). After this, we go to the fake grass, the real grass, the form class area (the hallway which our form classes come off), or to a study session. Gossip is swapped, homework is attempted, and (almost) an entire hour of school time is spent being told to use my inside voice...
2:00 - Period 4. The final period of the day, English. I love the class (as in teacher and student group), but hate the subject... While i love to read (with a passion), I hate having to interpret texts. English is all about interpretting. Nuff said. I sit and generally end up writing out song lyrics for 75 minutes.
3:15 - FREEDOM!!! Or at least, I go down to the oval until I can drag my brothers away from their social lives. And you always though girls were the ones who liked to talk???
4:something - get home. Go on sparknotes, email, etc... basically waste time till mum gets home.
4:something-later - Mum gets home, the kettle goes on, and i offload my day onto her over cups of coffee (this time decaf... again...). After this i stuff around with school work/play piano/waste time on the net/read till dinner, after which i do homework/assignments/emails/sparknotes/watch tv... you get the picture.
Wrap up: My day is 25% coffee, 25% gossip-sessions, 25% revising what I didn't do in class, 25% wasting time and 100% talking.
Yeah. Where was I??
Oh right. So SN has had a rash of "day in the life of" posts recently... none of which *quite* represent me. I mean, my stereotype (australian high school student) has been, but it's not what my life really is like. With this realisation (and the realisation that no "day in the life of" post i write will actually get published on SN), I've decided to write one for you guys. Aren't you lucky?? And without further ado, i present...
A Day In The Life Of... Oreos!
And by oreos i mean me, not the edible biscuit that is oh-so-yummy....
6:01 AM - my alarm goes off. Why 01, you ask? Because it allows me to truthfully tell myself i will actually get up after 6:00 today. I get out of bed (or pull out my iPod) and open up sparknotes and my emails. Sadly as I live in Australia, most of my sparknotes friends are online when I could be sleeping... getting up early is the only way we can live chat.
7:05 - start getting ready for school... straighten hair (or stick it in a bun if i'm running late), eat breakfast, drink coffee (decaf, bleugh), pack my bag... the list is never ending.
7:40 - yell at my youngest brother to get his butt out the door, and leave. Thankfully i have my license now, so I can drive us all to school.
7:55 - arrive at school, go to tuckshop, buy coffee... and this one's caffeinated! Hang out with friends (and my coffee) for about half an hour, catching up on the goss i missed yesterday and get reprimanded at least 10 times for my caffeine/sugar dependency.
8:30 - form room. We get the notices, have a devotion, and one lucky member of the class gets asked questions by our form teacher. Generally i doodle in my diary, talk to my friends, or debate the latest Doctor Who episode with some of the guys in class.
8:45 - period 1. I'm going by a Thursday timetable, so it's ... um ... OK, so after 18 months i still haven't learnt my timetable. Thankfully my friends are aware of this, and someone tells me that we all have maths first... I actually take two maths subjects, and this is the easier one, so i sit and chat with my friends/listen to my iPod during this lesson.
10:00 - Life Skills. In which each class wastes as much of the 30 minute session as they can ignoring the teacher.
10:30 - MORNING TEA! Unfortunately we're not allowed on the only patch of grass in our school during morning tea, but we are allowed on the fake grass! Chocolate of some variety is generally consumed, and gossip from first period shared.
11:00 - Period 2. Today this is my second maths subject, maths C. It's actually quite hard, but the teacher for this class is awesome and there's only 8 in the class, so we generally end up having class discussions on such things as the ability of a ring box to fit into an oreo packet, or the financial situation of Greece.
12:00 - Period 3. Which is the entire other end of the school... which currently has construction through the main path. Yippee! After 10 minutes of travel, I arrive at chemistry having looked at the prac on the way. Generally, it's boring, but without fail one of the guys in class will have the matches confiscated... which is mildly entertaining.
1:10 - LUNCH TIME!! Rush downstairs to the grade's "common area", which is simply a kettle and microwave... the key thing here being kettle, from which water is procured for my coffee (or caramalatte, as the case so often is). After this, we go to the fake grass, the real grass, the form class area (the hallway which our form classes come off), or to a study session. Gossip is swapped, homework is attempted, and (almost) an entire hour of school time is spent being told to use my inside voice...
2:00 - Period 4. The final period of the day, English. I love the class (as in teacher and student group), but hate the subject... While i love to read (with a passion), I hate having to interpret texts. English is all about interpretting. Nuff said. I sit and generally end up writing out song lyrics for 75 minutes.
3:15 - FREEDOM!!! Or at least, I go down to the oval until I can drag my brothers away from their social lives. And you always though girls were the ones who liked to talk???
4:something - get home. Go on sparknotes, email, etc... basically waste time till mum gets home.
4:something-later - Mum gets home, the kettle goes on, and i offload my day onto her over cups of coffee (this time decaf... again...). After this i stuff around with school work/play piano/waste time on the net/read till dinner, after which i do homework/assignments/emails/sparknotes/watch tv... you get the picture.
Wrap up: My day is 25% coffee, 25% gossip-sessions, 25% revising what I didn't do in class, 25% wasting time and 100% talking.
Friday, July 16, 2010
This. Is. A. Post.
Really. Just in case you hadn't already guessed...
So, in news of general importance:
I promise i will post a pic of my dress once i actually have a picture of it. Oh, and i also now have the shoes (black with diamontes), clutch (black with... diamontes!) and jewellery (diamontes, with diamontes). So all i have to do is figure out the hair, make up, and car, and i'm GOOD to go! Which is very exciting, and a lot of pressure off.
So... I haven't posted in a while. And i'm sorry. But i'm goign to rectify this...
And with that little announcement, we begin!
How To: Go Back to School with Style
1) Wear something new. Be this a new top (if your school doesn't have a uniform policy), a new hair accessory or a new bottle of foundation... something new and nice will definitely make you slightly more enthusiastic about school, and thus school more enjoyable.
2) Come prepared with an answer to "What did you do on your holidays". For some reason, even after a 2 month holiday people think that you can sum that answer up in one sentence. On top of that, "not much", "nothing" or "heaps" are generally not acceptable answers. Prepare yourself: "I went to the zoo, spent some time with friends and avoided sunburn like the plague" or "my family went to Sydney" are viable answers that will keep the questioner happy and enable you to move on with the conversation.
3) Remind yourself of all those boring times on holiday. Sure, on the whole it was definitely better then the study you endured during those last few weeks before the holidays, but they were the worst school has to offer. The initial week, if not a bludge, at least has a heap of gossip from the holidays.
4) Start the count down calendar. If all else fails, chances are there are less then 100 days till your next holidays.
So, in news of general importance:
I promise i will post a pic of my dress once i actually have a picture of it. Oh, and i also now have the shoes (black with diamontes), clutch (black with... diamontes!) and jewellery (diamontes, with diamontes). So all i have to do is figure out the hair, make up, and car, and i'm GOOD to go! Which is very exciting, and a lot of pressure off.
So... I haven't posted in a while. And i'm sorry. But i'm goign to rectify this...
And with that little announcement, we begin!
How To: Go Back to School with Style
1) Wear something new. Be this a new top (if your school doesn't have a uniform policy), a new hair accessory or a new bottle of foundation... something new and nice will definitely make you slightly more enthusiastic about school, and thus school more enjoyable.
2) Come prepared with an answer to "What did you do on your holidays". For some reason, even after a 2 month holiday people think that you can sum that answer up in one sentence. On top of that, "not much", "nothing" or "heaps" are generally not acceptable answers. Prepare yourself: "I went to the zoo, spent some time with friends and avoided sunburn like the plague" or "my family went to Sydney" are viable answers that will keep the questioner happy and enable you to move on with the conversation.
3) Remind yourself of all those boring times on holiday. Sure, on the whole it was definitely better then the study you endured during those last few weeks before the holidays, but they were the worst school has to offer. The initial week, if not a bludge, at least has a heap of gossip from the holidays.
4) Start the count down calendar. If all else fails, chances are there are less then 100 days till your next holidays.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
How To...
... Get people to comment on your blog!
1) shamelessly promote commenting
eg: Free e-cookies for everyone who comments!
2) Competitions
eg: Funniest comments competitions, all entries to be posted as comments to this article. I'll post my fave in a week
3) Gather loads of friends with nothing to do
eg: Name blog "Place for Bored Internet Commenters to Hang"
4) Write something on a really controversial topic
eg: My friend just got married, and she's 16... what do you guys think?
5) Actually write something funny
eg: Anything Dan Bergstein writes
1) shamelessly promote commenting
eg: Free e-cookies for everyone who comments!
2) Competitions
eg: Funniest comments competitions, all entries to be posted as comments to this article. I'll post my fave in a week
3) Gather loads of friends with nothing to do
eg: Name blog "Place for Bored Internet Commenters to Hang"
4) Write something on a really controversial topic
eg: My friend just got married, and she's 16... what do you guys think?
5) Actually write something funny
eg: Anything Dan Bergstein writes
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
OHMYGOSHNESS!!!!!
I have a formal dress.
And it's Pretty... :) (think that great line from Devil Wears Prada when you read that)
Anyways, it's a strapless (well, it has straps that you can clip on) shot taffetta dress, with rouching down to the hips (but it finishes on a slant, so it finishes a bit above one hip and on top of the other). It's deep blue, floor length, sort of sweetheart neckline, with a scoop skirt...
basically it's beautiful and everything i was looking for, and it was half price as well so my parents will pay for new jewellery and a clutch and maybe even some heels... which is super exciting (and entirely not expected)
And just to top it all off, the dress ended up being less then my brother's suit (or even hiring my brother's suit) so mum is super excited... and because it was so cheap, even though it doesn't fit perfectly at the hips (yet), if it has to go to an alterations lady mum will pay for it... which is good, cus i'm so short it definitely has to be hemmed (I can't walk in it yet), and it's not a straight hem so i'll have to get someone to hem it anyway.
That's pretty much it :)
xx
And it's Pretty... :) (think that great line from Devil Wears Prada when you read that)
Anyways, it's a strapless (well, it has straps that you can clip on) shot taffetta dress, with rouching down to the hips (but it finishes on a slant, so it finishes a bit above one hip and on top of the other). It's deep blue, floor length, sort of sweetheart neckline, with a scoop skirt...
basically it's beautiful and everything i was looking for, and it was half price as well so my parents will pay for new jewellery and a clutch and maybe even some heels... which is super exciting (and entirely not expected)
And just to top it all off, the dress ended up being less then my brother's suit (or even hiring my brother's suit) so mum is super excited... and because it was so cheap, even though it doesn't fit perfectly at the hips (yet), if it has to go to an alterations lady mum will pay for it... which is good, cus i'm so short it definitely has to be hemmed (I can't walk in it yet), and it's not a straight hem so i'll have to get someone to hem it anyway.
That's pretty much it :)
xx
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Randomness :)
So i'm back again (aren't I good??) and I promise to regularly blog again... really...
Anyways, i've finally finished exams and my senior year is officially 1/2 over!!! Which is sad and happy, but extremely exciting.
In other news, i've begun formal dress shopping, so fingers crossed i'll have one by the weekend and post you guys a pic :)
Back to the blogging thing
So, I was playing around on youtube (as you do) and started getting all nostalgic about some ads that used to be on down here... These ads have become legendary down under, with their phrases quoted daily.
During the time of Emperor Nasi Goreng... Too many rabbits in China. This ad is from the then government owned telephone company in Australia.One of the most quoted ads in Australia...
Charter boat, what charter boat? Only shown in Queensland, one of a series of ads from RACQ, our state's main insurance company. And sorry about the quality, it's the only version on youtube.
Not happy, Jan! Useful when annoyed at anyone or anything (and used far too much as newspaper headlines), it's an ad for the Australian version of the yellow pages.
And only 2% fat. Not the part of the ad we were actually supposed to remember, but the line that's stuck anyway. Pauls is the main milk company over here.
Anyways, i've finally finished exams and my senior year is officially 1/2 over!!! Which is sad and happy, but extremely exciting.
In other news, i've begun formal dress shopping, so fingers crossed i'll have one by the weekend and post you guys a pic :)
Back to the blogging thing
So, I was playing around on youtube (as you do) and started getting all nostalgic about some ads that used to be on down here... These ads have become legendary down under, with their phrases quoted daily.
During the time of Emperor Nasi Goreng... Too many rabbits in China. This ad is from the then government owned telephone company in Australia.One of the most quoted ads in Australia...
Charter boat, what charter boat? Only shown in Queensland, one of a series of ads from RACQ, our state's main insurance company. And sorry about the quality, it's the only version on youtube.
Not happy, Jan! Useful when annoyed at anyone or anything (and used far too much as newspaper headlines), it's an ad for the Australian version of the yellow pages.
And only 2% fat. Not the part of the ad we were actually supposed to remember, but the line that's stuck anyway. Pauls is the main milk company over here.
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