Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to "Leah blogs about nothing in particular!" Today's topic is flutes.
I was thinking about what to blog about yesterday, and I was just looking around the room in the music school, and there was a poster titled "The Selmer Pictorial History of Flutes". I am not even joking. I didn't realise that one could have a pictorial history of flutes. Though it was really just pictures of about 11 different flutes/recorders, and then something about each of them. I want a piccolo. That would be fun. Though piccolos are so deafening that maybe all I need is a whistle. I imagine that they would sound exactly the same.
That was in the 'brass room', where all the lessons for people playing brass instruments are supposedly held. Though when I learned French Horn (shut up), those lessons weren't held there. French Horn lessons actually made me depressed. I have never dreaded going to anything so much in my life. And that teacher was weirder than my year 9 art teacher. Because we had to skip class to go to music lessons, and the French Horn teacher was only there on Mondays, I almost always missed out on French. Then I tried to stop going to music lessons, which was okay, because . Then my mum worked out that it was clearly making me miserable, as I spent most of the week in tears because of it, so I got to stop.
What other interesting things have happened there? I'm talking as if Room 10 in the music school is this interesting place. It's not, so far as I know. I do know that Mr Musk left, which was unfortunate, due to the giant crushes that Em and Priya had on him in year 9. I think that he moved to the same school that Priya did. Oh well, there was a blog post that clearly was about nothing! And I moved on from flutes. Mainly because I don't know anything about flutes
Saturday, July 26, 2008
[26/07/08] SUGAR HIGH!!!!!!!
Hell, I've already blogged today for Jane on Nerdy Strangers. But because I am a blog addict and on such a massive sugar high, this needs to be documented. WOOP WOOP WOOP. Jane will be thinking "God this chick is fucking crazy, she should be locked up". Or that's what any sane person should think about me right now. I'm in a strange mook* I have never been drunk, and in my current state, I worry about what I would be like drunk. As we all should. You should see my wide eyes. And now it's time for dinnerz. Pizza-izza-izza!!! That's what I do to words when I'm excited. Must be off! *whooshes*
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I don't know if I still have a sugar high, though I will admit that I had quite a lot of fun when I was. I was literally running between my room and the kitchen/living room. If you look at the twitters I made... wow. I can only say that I have not had one of those moments for a while. Though the last day of Central before breakfast was a bit like that. Randomly doing the nerdfighter sign when no one knows what it means is fun, though I wish I knew some nerdfighters IRL.
You know something about Hairspray? I can never get sick of it. It's more the opposite. We spent the better part of two hours in rehearsal for choir today learning choreography to "You Can't Stop the Beat", so when I got home and was horrified at the state of the football, I put on Hairspray. I've only watched it four times, but I listen to the soundtrack a lot. When my familamilamily (I've decided that that's better than the word family. Some words just sound better when you repeat the middle part) came home from the football and I was quoting it and singing along they asked how many times I'd seen it. They should be worried about watching Rent with me though. I haven't seen that in ages.
Sometimes I wish I lived in musical land, so long as I don't drift over to Fleet Street to see Sweeney Todd. Also, the Chaser's segment "If Life Were a Musical" is one of their best, so I'm putting a clip here.
I hate it when you do that thing where you were going to write something but then you get distracted so you can't remember what you were planning to write. Oh yes. We realised that our choir song is about Doctor Who. I wonder if I can find a clip of it on YouTube. Actually, it was composed fairly recently, so I'll be surprised if I can find it. No, I can't. And it's a choral piece; not what you normally find on YouTube. Woop woop woop! I will be off now in my Tardiiiiiiiiis! *clicks fingers and the Tardis door opens*
*Enters Tardis, which disappears making Tardis sounds*
So maybe my sugar high hasn't worn off. All I know is that the earrings are sparklarklarkling.
You know something about Hairspray? I can never get sick of it. It's more the opposite. We spent the better part of two hours in rehearsal for choir today learning choreography to "You Can't Stop the Beat", so when I got home and was horrified at the state of the football, I put on Hairspray. I've only watched it four times, but I listen to the soundtrack a lot. When my familamilamily (I've decided that that's better than the word family. Some words just sound better when you repeat the middle part) came home from the football and I was quoting it and singing along they asked how many times I'd seen it. They should be worried about watching Rent with me though. I haven't seen that in ages.
Sometimes I wish I lived in musical land, so long as I don't drift over to Fleet Street to see Sweeney Todd. Also, the Chaser's segment "If Life Were a Musical" is one of their best, so I'm putting a clip here.
I hate it when you do that thing where you were going to write something but then you get distracted so you can't remember what you were planning to write. Oh yes. We realised that our choir song is about Doctor Who. I wonder if I can find a clip of it on YouTube. Actually, it was composed fairly recently, so I'll be surprised if I can find it. No, I can't. And it's a choral piece; not what you normally find on YouTube. Woop woop woop! I will be off now in my Tardiiiiiiiiis! *clicks fingers and the Tardis door opens*
*Enters Tardis, which disappears making Tardis sounds*
So maybe my sugar high hasn't worn off. All I know is that the earrings are sparklarklarkling.
Friday, July 25, 2008
[25/07/08] Thank goodness the internet is working
It’s really a bugger when you want to blog but you’re at school where blogger is blocked. I would twitter now, but I can’t log in. And my phone has no credit and the company that did the phone credit machine went ‘kaput’ as my mum said. But on the bright side, all my twitter followers are back. I just checked my page. I’m in the school library and there is a bunch of annoying year 11s using the other computers for psychology. Why am I blogging? Because I feel like it. (the real reason: I'm an addict).
Geography was fun this morning. We’re doing all this work on population, and Katie made the comment about Kenya’s fertility rate in 1975, which was 7.9 children per woman. I told her that I was happy with my 6 children, and she actually believed that I had 6 children so that was hilarious. That girl has her moments. Like the Muhammad Ali thing. It’s always the Friday morning double that she’s like that.
Will I write more when I get home? Maybe, but now I have to get through four hours of choir rehearsals. Let’s hope that it’s fun…
There's only so much choir rehearsal that one can endure without going insane. Four hours straight is pushing it. Actually, even one hour is pushing it, as we went crazy. But I'm getting ahead of myself. At the start of lunch, as many Central people as possible were gathered together so that we could "push Priscilla", meaning "take a photo of us pretending to push Pearco's car with Priscilla's signs on it at lunch time and make sure that the teachers don't see us leave school, especially without our blazers". Freya actually went back to get her blazer, the good school captain that she is.
So then there was slightly less than four straight hours of choir rehearsal. Swing was fun, and there are some issues over the pronunciation of "can't" - we do it American for one song and English for another. Then in choir, Barnesy was having to reteach the choir Come and Sing, and the soloists (me included) went a bit crazy, and Ariane was being the "voice of reason". She told us that Barnesy would crack it at us, and she did, but we were having too much fun for that to be an issue. And then Mr Hall came in! He's a bit like Mr G from Summer Heights High, but much more awesome. He's nice and not selfish.
And then the middle and junior school choirs came in so that we could practise the opening. The junior girls are adorable, and when we were mucking around with our uniforms (meaning buttoning our blouses up completely - yes, we're rebels. Though no one does up their top button or the one on the collar, which I swear was designed for suffocation), they started copying us! When I say 'us', it sounds like I was involved in this. Unfortunately, I wasn't, merely an observer. Also, the junior girls get to wave flags in the song, and when we file off, we take the flags from them because they have to stay on stage and sing their Sound of Music medley (yes, I will be singing along). You think little kids are bad with flags? Try year twelves. And it's only the first week back.
This time next week I will be at the formal. I'm still not entirely looking forward to it, but as I'm going to be spending the next 7 days with people from school, I may get excited. It had better be warmer than this, because otherwise we will all freeze. It won't be warmer. Why do schools decide to hold formals in winter? Kat, you should have a good answer to this. I told people your marathon runner joke and they loved it.
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I don’t like these school keyboards; the backspace button is too small. Or maybe it’s just because I’m used to my laptop. I need a new laptop. I came to the library because I thought there would be free computers, which there are. And then I talked to Justine. Am I the only student in the school who calls the librarians by their first names? (The year 11s are talking about their formal and CLC which isn’t for another month. Then again, we’re talking about the formal, but that’s not for another week. Though I guess we were the same last year. I’m still not looking forward to the formal.) Anyway, the librarians. Justine is Em’s aunt, but she still calls her by her teaching name. Justine and I were talking about the Premier’s Reading Challenge and censorship. Good stuff. (Alex just came in. If I knew her better, I would probably get along with her. The link is to her books. Yes, she’s an author, and I’m incredibly jealous.)Geography was fun this morning. We’re doing all this work on population, and Katie made the comment about Kenya’s fertility rate in 1975, which was 7.9 children per woman. I told her that I was happy with my 6 children, and she actually believed that I had 6 children so that was hilarious. That girl has her moments. Like the Muhammad Ali thing. It’s always the Friday morning double that she’s like that.
Will I write more when I get home? Maybe, but now I have to get through four hours of choir rehearsals. Let’s hope that it’s fun…
There's only so much choir rehearsal that one can endure without going insane. Four hours straight is pushing it. Actually, even one hour is pushing it, as we went crazy. But I'm getting ahead of myself. At the start of lunch, as many Central people as possible were gathered together so that we could "push Priscilla", meaning "take a photo of us pretending to push Pearco's car with Priscilla's signs on it at lunch time and make sure that the teachers don't see us leave school, especially without our blazers". Freya actually went back to get her blazer, the good school captain that she is.
So then there was slightly less than four straight hours of choir rehearsal. Swing was fun, and there are some issues over the pronunciation of "can't" - we do it American for one song and English for another. Then in choir, Barnesy was having to reteach the choir Come and Sing, and the soloists (me included) went a bit crazy, and Ariane was being the "voice of reason". She told us that Barnesy would crack it at us, and she did, but we were having too much fun for that to be an issue. And then Mr Hall came in! He's a bit like Mr G from Summer Heights High, but much more awesome. He's nice and not selfish.
And then the middle and junior school choirs came in so that we could practise the opening. The junior girls are adorable, and when we were mucking around with our uniforms (meaning buttoning our blouses up completely - yes, we're rebels. Though no one does up their top button or the one on the collar, which I swear was designed for suffocation), they started copying us! When I say 'us', it sounds like I was involved in this. Unfortunately, I wasn't, merely an observer. Also, the junior girls get to wave flags in the song, and when we file off, we take the flags from them because they have to stay on stage and sing their Sound of Music medley (yes, I will be singing along). You think little kids are bad with flags? Try year twelves. And it's only the first week back.
This time next week I will be at the formal. I'm still not entirely looking forward to it, but as I'm going to be spending the next 7 days with people from school, I may get excited. It had better be warmer than this, because otherwise we will all freeze. It won't be warmer. Why do schools decide to hold formals in winter? Kat, you should have a good answer to this. I told people your marathon runner joke and they loved it.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
[24/07/08] Teach Me to Dance to the Beat of Your Heart
Should never be used as the hymn in assembly ever again. I hope Em is telling the Rev. It can be interpreted as wrong, and most students do. I, however, had to be a good girl in assembly, because I was sitting next to Maddy, who was in turn sitting next to Madame Cameron (who is at the school a lot for someone who retired last year).
Three days back at school and it feels like I haven't been away for three weeks at all. My maths test was cancelled yesterday, which was an awesome birthday present for Emma. I'm writing her a 'Goodbye 17 year old Em', and I have no idea what to write, so that sucks. I have also started to stalk my sister, who turned 21 yesterday, in the form of reading her LJ. Not that she knows this.
In regards to stalking, Jas found HPA on facebook, which won't make sense to anyone who reads this. We have decided (we being Giles, or maybe it was Caz... either way, someone who came on Central) that she will be "Girl Most Likely To stalk you on facebook". I still think I should be Girl most likely to "blog about it", though my friends are leaning towards "marry an internet stalker" at the moment.
Okay, so I'm talking to Amy, and yesterday she felt notsome, so I emailed her a song by Relient K called "Getting Into You", which Heather-Lynn told me was one of their more religious songs. Before that, I thought it was about sex. Anyway, I just told Amy that story, and she said: lol, hahahaha! proud of you. yar, when i saw the name i though "leah is cheering me up by making a song hit on me??? " (That would have been the title, but I had such a good one that leads into the post already).
There are 8 days until the formal, and I have no idea what to do with my hair. I wish I could be like Emma who says she's just going to brush it and then she'll be done. Anyway, my hair and makeup appointment is for 4:30, and we have to be at Rachel's at 6. I hope she's not having other people over this year, that was badly done. Though only four of us are taking partners. Then we're going to Heather's afterwards. And maybe trying on each other's dresses. I think it would be hilarious if I tried on Emma's, because it's floorlength and she is much much taller than me. Someone I talked to today said that they were wearing green too (I totally nearly wrote Gruen). I think that was Cadams. Oh, and either at the formal or at Rachel's house, I am definitely getting a photo with Tom (I have no idea why Anna is taking him if he likes her and she doesn't like him. Lol at that giant photo of them at the his formal on his mantelpiece) because he is my twin brother from another mother. And I want to meet Richard too.
The other thing happening in my life at the moment other than school, but is still related to school is the music concert. LJ and Annabelle are singing the solo for Defying Gravity, which is actually okay. I don't mind really. Anyway, I have four straight hours of singing tomorrow, I'm at school for 6 hours on Saturday, and the concert is a week away. Not fun. At least the only class I have tomorrow is geography.
And after the concert we'll be starting rehearsal for the year 12 song, which is exciting. We still need to work out the "Sail on strong (ooing scatting)" part. I really want us to have scatting, but I don't think that it will fit with the rest of it. Now there's some more rambling from moi, I shall be typing on Saturday. I was thinking that I could take my laptop to the nearby church and use their wireless, but I just remembered that Barnesy doesn't want us leaving in between rehearsals. Damn it.
Three days back at school and it feels like I haven't been away for three weeks at all. My maths test was cancelled yesterday, which was an awesome birthday present for Emma. I'm writing her a 'Goodbye 17 year old Em', and I have no idea what to write, so that sucks. I have also started to stalk my sister, who turned 21 yesterday, in the form of reading her LJ. Not that she knows this.
In regards to stalking, Jas found HPA on facebook, which won't make sense to anyone who reads this. We have decided (we being Giles, or maybe it was Caz... either way, someone who came on Central) that she will be "Girl Most Likely To stalk you on facebook". I still think I should be Girl most likely to "blog about it", though my friends are leaning towards "marry an internet stalker" at the moment.
Okay, so I'm talking to Amy, and yesterday she felt notsome, so I emailed her a song by Relient K called "Getting Into You", which Heather-Lynn told me was one of their more religious songs. Before that, I thought it was about sex. Anyway, I just told Amy that story, and she said: lol, hahahaha! proud of you. yar, when i saw the name i though "leah is cheering me up by making a song hit on me??? " (That would have been the title, but I had such a good one that leads into the post already).
There are 8 days until the formal, and I have no idea what to do with my hair. I wish I could be like Emma who says she's just going to brush it and then she'll be done. Anyway, my hair and makeup appointment is for 4:30, and we have to be at Rachel's at 6. I hope she's not having other people over this year, that was badly done. Though only four of us are taking partners. Then we're going to Heather's afterwards. And maybe trying on each other's dresses. I think it would be hilarious if I tried on Emma's, because it's floorlength and she is much much taller than me. Someone I talked to today said that they were wearing green too (I totally nearly wrote Gruen). I think that was Cadams. Oh, and either at the formal or at Rachel's house, I am definitely getting a photo with Tom (I have no idea why Anna is taking him if he likes her and she doesn't like him. Lol at that giant photo of them at the his formal on his mantelpiece) because he is my twin brother from another mother. And I want to meet Richard too.
The other thing happening in my life at the moment other than school, but is still related to school is the music concert. LJ and Annabelle are singing the solo for Defying Gravity, which is actually okay. I don't mind really. Anyway, I have four straight hours of singing tomorrow, I'm at school for 6 hours on Saturday, and the concert is a week away. Not fun. At least the only class I have tomorrow is geography.
And after the concert we'll be starting rehearsal for the year 12 song, which is exciting. We still need to work out the "Sail on strong (ooing scatting)" part. I really want us to have scatting, but I don't think that it will fit with the rest of it. Now there's some more rambling from moi, I shall be typing on Saturday. I was thinking that I could take my laptop to the nearby church and use their wireless, but I just remembered that Barnesy doesn't want us leaving in between rehearsals. Damn it.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
[22/07/08] Your hair's short! What happened?!
That was actually me who said that. I had work today, and I was working with someone I hadn't seen since the Christmas party last year. Turns out she got her hair cut. This is going to be a relatively short post, because I have French homework to do. And a maths test tomorrow. Yes, my teacher is cruel enough to give us a test on Trigonometry the first lesson back for the term.
First day back at school was awesome, because it's Day 2 of the timetable, which means double English, triple spare, geography. During one of my spares, I was updating Twitter about the status of my homework (not done), and I got a text message (even though we're not allowed phones in the library, the librarians and I are good friends - except they didn't see me using the phone). I thought to myself "I bet Kat has sent me a direct message from Twitter, and it'll say something about me being back at school". I was half right. It was from Kat, and it said "FAIL :P" which I thought was hilarious, so I'm keeping it.
Mike (I'm going to make sure that you read this now): I may have time to speak to you on weekends, but not much. Certainly not this weekend, I have music camp.
That's something exciting that is happening. Yesterday (Monday) was the only day this week that I did not have rehearsal for some sort of choir. The music concert is in nine days, no wonder I'm freaking out. Anyway, I am at school for half of the weekend singing songs. At least I'm in Swing, and we get to sing fun stuff like Hairspray and Wicked. (And the Mandy Moore/A Walk to Remember version of Only Hope, which isn't as good as the Switchfoot one. But I'm biased.)
9 days until the concert means 10 days until the formal, which I'm really not looking forward to that much, because I hated last year's. That is because I had a nice dress, a massive allergic reaction on my legs, a hairstyle I didn't like and a date who didn't know anyone. I have solved most of the problems. I have another gorgeous dress, no date (which is overall a better idea when not many of your friends are taking dates. If David Tennant offered to take me to my formal, I would of course say yes.), I'm not waxing my legs this year, and I'm not going to leave it up to the hairdresser to decide how my hair is done.
Also, tomorrow is the birthday of both my sister Megan, who is turning 21, and Emma who is one of my bestest friends in the entire world, who is turning 18! So happy birthday to both of you if you are reading this, and I'm not saying anything about presents in case you happen to be reading this when it's still Tuesday.
There's not much else going on! Oh wait, yesterday, as well as being the anniversary of Deathly Hallows was Maddy's birthday party. Which is quite ironic, because Maddy is opposed to Harry Potter due to her religious beliefs, which is fair enough. And we get along quite well. She decided to have a kids' 18th party, so we had fun things like a pinata and played games such as Pass the Parcel, Balderdash and Twister (yes, I may have just nearly typed Twitter). We also played the peg game, in which you started with 5 pegs, and if you said Maddy, Madeleine, MadCar, or any other variation of her name, you lost a peg. So Em and I were the first ones there, and I asked if we could call her Travis. (Em and I spent an hour and a half on public transport to get there). Guess what? I started a trend! By the end of the party, everyone was calling Maddy "Travis", and she even started answering to it.
Schoolies is still not organised, and Meagan and Heather want to go camping at the Cathedral Ranges. Sorry, if I'm going away for schoolies, I don't want to go camping, even if it's luxury camping. Camping's fun and all, but not for schoolies. I can understand if they don't want to get drunk and get raped for schoolies, but couldn't we do something other than go camping? Here's the thing about schoolies: you don't actually have to get drunk. I think that's all for today, I blog on nerdy strangers tomorrow.
First day back at school was awesome, because it's Day 2 of the timetable, which means double English, triple spare, geography. During one of my spares, I was updating Twitter about the status of my homework (not done), and I got a text message (even though we're not allowed phones in the library, the librarians and I are good friends - except they didn't see me using the phone). I thought to myself "I bet Kat has sent me a direct message from Twitter, and it'll say something about me being back at school". I was half right. It was from Kat, and it said "FAIL :P" which I thought was hilarious, so I'm keeping it.
Mike (I'm going to make sure that you read this now): I may have time to speak to you on weekends, but not much. Certainly not this weekend, I have music camp.
That's something exciting that is happening. Yesterday (Monday) was the only day this week that I did not have rehearsal for some sort of choir. The music concert is in nine days, no wonder I'm freaking out. Anyway, I am at school for half of the weekend singing songs. At least I'm in Swing, and we get to sing fun stuff like Hairspray and Wicked. (And the Mandy Moore/A Walk to Remember version of Only Hope, which isn't as good as the Switchfoot one. But I'm biased.)
9 days until the concert means 10 days until the formal, which I'm really not looking forward to that much, because I hated last year's. That is because I had a nice dress, a massive allergic reaction on my legs, a hairstyle I didn't like and a date who didn't know anyone. I have solved most of the problems. I have another gorgeous dress, no date (which is overall a better idea when not many of your friends are taking dates. If David Tennant offered to take me to my formal, I would of course say yes.), I'm not waxing my legs this year, and I'm not going to leave it up to the hairdresser to decide how my hair is done.
Also, tomorrow is the birthday of both my sister Megan, who is turning 21, and Emma who is one of my bestest friends in the entire world, who is turning 18! So happy birthday to both of you if you are reading this, and I'm not saying anything about presents in case you happen to be reading this when it's still Tuesday.
There's not much else going on! Oh wait, yesterday, as well as being the anniversary of Deathly Hallows was Maddy's birthday party. Which is quite ironic, because Maddy is opposed to Harry Potter due to her religious beliefs, which is fair enough. And we get along quite well. She decided to have a kids' 18th party, so we had fun things like a pinata and played games such as Pass the Parcel, Balderdash and Twister (yes, I may have just nearly typed Twitter). We also played the peg game, in which you started with 5 pegs, and if you said Maddy, Madeleine, MadCar, or any other variation of her name, you lost a peg. So Em and I were the first ones there, and I asked if we could call her Travis. (Em and I spent an hour and a half on public transport to get there). Guess what? I started a trend! By the end of the party, everyone was calling Maddy "Travis", and she even started answering to it.
Schoolies is still not organised, and Meagan and Heather want to go camping at the Cathedral Ranges. Sorry, if I'm going away for schoolies, I don't want to go camping, even if it's luxury camping. Camping's fun and all, but not for schoolies. I can understand if they don't want to get drunk and get raped for schoolies, but couldn't we do something other than go camping? Here's the thing about schoolies: you don't actually have to get drunk. I think that's all for today, I blog on nerdy strangers tomorrow.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
[20/07/08] Four msn conversations and a text message conversation...
Are a lot to keep up with! Though I let Em go back to school work, and Mike's gone to bed. He wasn't too emo today, which was nice. What sucks is that so far I only have three right in the footy tipping. And I don't think I can see what my closest rival has tipped. This has been an atrocious round. At least most of the time you can assume that Geelong will win. Which they did. And wtf was wrong with Hawthorn? They shouldn't have lost to St Kilda. Please understand that my interest in AFL is completely shallow, as I have been number one in the tipping competition every week except Round 11.
So onwards from sport, which is not so much fun. Except netball. I miss netball (though not when we only have 6 players and I have to try and play Centre and Wing Defence). And dancing.
On Friday night I went out with Laura, Cath, Kim and Scotttrick Wolfsonson. Laura said "I have to take you to this really awesome pub!", so we went to ELSTERNWICK, which is of course where Scott lives, and went to this place and got hot chocolates that had the consistency of custard. If I liked custard, this would've been more enjoyable. Then we drove past Daily Planet, and I made some sort of stupid remark about how we should go in, before going to the tattoo place. In the words of Cath, it "smelled like something illegal", though I don't know what. The pub wasn't that exciting, and Kim was the only person who got something to drink.
The most exciting part of the night was christening Laura's new car by taking it through its first drive through at Macca's. Actually, speaking of Laura's car, I don't know if I want to get in a car with her for a while. The starts are a bit weird. My mum was pretty worried about it too. She was going through all this stuff about ordering at bars and keeping her updated on my status (alive or dead - now I realise I should've sent her a message saying that I was dead). Anyway, Scott got out of the car because he saw people he knew, and we drove up to the drive through now knowing what we wanted to order. Cath then ordered a McFlurry because she felt like she needed to order something, and then just before we drove off said "I hate McDonald's", which was hilarious. I have no idea why it was so entertaining.
Heather-Lynn and I also had an epic MSN conversation, of which I can't reveal the details, but it was one of the best ever. Because of this, I am planning on reading several books that are analyses of social structure, governments, and corporations. Wow, my sister's rubbed off on me. Most of the books are hers. Damn the politics student in her. I want to go to Melbourne Uni partly because of the PIS. Mostly because of their courses. Either way, that conversation was up there as one of the best I've had with her. The other being the one time it was us, Ella and Mike, and Mike and I took it as our responsibility to give her the Talk.
Yesterday was the party in My Pants. That joke literally never gets old. Ever. Anyway, we celebrated the year anniversary of Accio Deathly Hallows, and when we saw Hank's video, I think we were Happy Dancing, because he's fixed the banning problem, and they're encouraging people to come back, which is exciting. My Pants will live again! I would hold a competition to see who can come up with the most exciting phrases using My Pants, but I'm not sure if anyone actually reads this. And Kat would probably win. So the party was rad, and I got to talk to some people who I don't normally talk to, some I'd never talked to and some I've talked to a lot.
Oh, for some reason I wanted to talk about going shopping with my mum. It was for birthday presents, because there are July birthdays. Maddy's party is tomorrow, and Megan and Emma have their birthdays on Wednesday. Seriously, I think everyone I know is either turning 18 or 21. I don't know why I'm talking about this, as I have nothing to say. Actually, the ABC shop has some awesome Doctor Who merchandise. There was this sonic screwdriver/psychic paper set, as well as a DALEK HELMET which has a voice thinger winger like Michael Buckley's so when you speak you sound like a Dalek. But we didn't get those. Seriously, if you need to buy me a Christmas present, the ABC shop is a good place to start. Also, the lady at Borders is a Doctor Who fan, which made my day.
There was a very uninteresting blog post, and I have an hour and a half on public transport tomorrow to get to Maddy's, which should be fun. Me and Em on trains and buses for an hour. Watch out world! We haven't seen each other in over three weeks.
So onwards from sport, which is not so much fun. Except netball. I miss netball (though not when we only have 6 players and I have to try and play Centre and Wing Defence). And dancing.
On Friday night I went out with Laura, Cath, Kim and Scotttrick Wolfsonson. Laura said "I have to take you to this really awesome pub!", so we went to ELSTERNWICK, which is of course where Scott lives, and went to this place and got hot chocolates that had the consistency of custard. If I liked custard, this would've been more enjoyable. Then we drove past Daily Planet, and I made some sort of stupid remark about how we should go in, before going to the tattoo place. In the words of Cath, it "smelled like something illegal", though I don't know what. The pub wasn't that exciting, and Kim was the only person who got something to drink.
The most exciting part of the night was christening Laura's new car by taking it through its first drive through at Macca's. Actually, speaking of Laura's car, I don't know if I want to get in a car with her for a while. The starts are a bit weird. My mum was pretty worried about it too. She was going through all this stuff about ordering at bars and keeping her updated on my status (alive or dead - now I realise I should've sent her a message saying that I was dead). Anyway, Scott got out of the car because he saw people he knew, and we drove up to the drive through now knowing what we wanted to order. Cath then ordered a McFlurry because she felt like she needed to order something, and then just before we drove off said "I hate McDonald's", which was hilarious. I have no idea why it was so entertaining.
Heather-Lynn and I also had an epic MSN conversation, of which I can't reveal the details, but it was one of the best ever. Because of this, I am planning on reading several books that are analyses of social structure, governments, and corporations. Wow, my sister's rubbed off on me. Most of the books are hers. Damn the politics student in her. I want to go to Melbourne Uni partly because of the PIS. Mostly because of their courses. Either way, that conversation was up there as one of the best I've had with her. The other being the one time it was us, Ella and Mike, and Mike and I took it as our responsibility to give her the Talk.
Yesterday was the party in My Pants. That joke literally never gets old. Ever. Anyway, we celebrated the year anniversary of Accio Deathly Hallows, and when we saw Hank's video, I think we were Happy Dancing, because he's fixed the banning problem, and they're encouraging people to come back, which is exciting. My Pants will live again! I would hold a competition to see who can come up with the most exciting phrases using My Pants, but I'm not sure if anyone actually reads this. And Kat would probably win. So the party was rad, and I got to talk to some people who I don't normally talk to, some I'd never talked to and some I've talked to a lot.
Oh, for some reason I wanted to talk about going shopping with my mum. It was for birthday presents, because there are July birthdays. Maddy's party is tomorrow, and Megan and Emma have their birthdays on Wednesday. Seriously, I think everyone I know is either turning 18 or 21. I don't know why I'm talking about this, as I have nothing to say. Actually, the ABC shop has some awesome Doctor Who merchandise. There was this sonic screwdriver/psychic paper set, as well as a DALEK HELMET which has a voice thinger winger like Michael Buckley's so when you speak you sound like a Dalek. But we didn't get those. Seriously, if you need to buy me a Christmas present, the ABC shop is a good place to start. Also, the lady at Borders is a Doctor Who fan, which made my day.
There was a very uninteresting blog post, and I have an hour and a half on public transport tomorrow to get to Maddy's, which should be fun. Me and Em on trains and buses for an hour. Watch out world! We haven't seen each other in over three weeks.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
[18/07/08] No one mourns the Wicked
As Wicked is going to be in Melbourne for 12 months (that's how long Maggie Kirkpatrick has been signed for), I am definitely going to be seeing it again. Especially because I didn't get any merchandise. I want all the T-Shirts that aren't pink. I'm an Elphaba fan, not so much G(a)linda. Not that I don't like her, but Elphaba is a nerdfighter.
I know that everyone wants to know how the Australian Idol reunion concert was. Rob Mills is a better singer than he was 5 years ago, but his voice couldn't match Amanda Harrison's or Lucy Durack's. If he could sing as well as Amanda, As Long As You're Mine would've had the audience in tears. Also, if I had been closer (dress circle row T - for those of you who don't know, the dress circle is ABOVE the balcony), I may have felt more emotion, as I was unable to see any sort of facial expression. Anthony Callea's height was perfect for a munchkin, but his character is so morally... I don't even know. It's a pity he didn't have a role with more singing.
So Amanda and Lucy (I'm too lazy to type their full names, even though I don't know them personally) were amazing. Popular was as hilarious as it should've been, and Defying Gravity was easily the highlight of the show. And For Good came in second. Oh!!!! There were these awesome granita type drinks which I didn't get called Ozmopolitans, and and and they came in these plastic martini glasses whose necks have green lights in them. That's one of the reasons I'm going again, so I can get one. It's $10 and then $5 for a refill. Also, the Regent theatre is the only theatre I can ever remember letting you take food and drinks into the show.
So, reasons I need to see Wicked again: Ozmopolitans, merchandise and I want to see it with Kimmy, and maybe some other people. Also, it has the most amazing set and costumes, so I can see why it's on the Theatre Studies list of shows to see. I will have to run this by some people, as it will be expensive, but I think it would be awesome if for schoolies, we just went around and saw various productions in Melbourne for a week. Rocky Horror's going to be on at that time, so we can see those two shows, and maybe some plays that won't be as expensive.
Today is another special date in the world of Harry Potter, and especially nerdfighting, because it's a year since Accio Deathly Hallows, which brought me to the nerdfighting community, which is always there when I need it, just like a good book. That was a strange analogy.
Something I was going to write about on Wednesday but didn't, was that I read the Eyre Affair by Jasper Fforde. It was fantastic (I wish Christopher Eccleston would say that for me). Perfect for a book nerd, as it's about a detective in an alternate universe who works for Special Operations as a LiteraTec, who makes sure everything is okay in the world of books.
I think that's all today, no wait! Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog. Watch it. Sing along once you've seen it a few times and know all the words. And now I'm following it on Twitter. It's the 42nd person I'm following! Yay!
I know that everyone wants to know how the Australian Idol reunion concert was. Rob Mills is a better singer than he was 5 years ago, but his voice couldn't match Amanda Harrison's or Lucy Durack's. If he could sing as well as Amanda, As Long As You're Mine would've had the audience in tears. Also, if I had been closer (dress circle row T - for those of you who don't know, the dress circle is ABOVE the balcony), I may have felt more emotion, as I was unable to see any sort of facial expression. Anthony Callea's height was perfect for a munchkin, but his character is so morally... I don't even know. It's a pity he didn't have a role with more singing.
So Amanda and Lucy (I'm too lazy to type their full names, even though I don't know them personally) were amazing. Popular was as hilarious as it should've been, and Defying Gravity was easily the highlight of the show. And For Good came in second. Oh!!!! There were these awesome granita type drinks which I didn't get called Ozmopolitans, and and and they came in these plastic martini glasses whose necks have green lights in them. That's one of the reasons I'm going again, so I can get one. It's $10 and then $5 for a refill. Also, the Regent theatre is the only theatre I can ever remember letting you take food and drinks into the show.
So, reasons I need to see Wicked again: Ozmopolitans, merchandise and I want to see it with Kimmy, and maybe some other people. Also, it has the most amazing set and costumes, so I can see why it's on the Theatre Studies list of shows to see. I will have to run this by some people, as it will be expensive, but I think it would be awesome if for schoolies, we just went around and saw various productions in Melbourne for a week. Rocky Horror's going to be on at that time, so we can see those two shows, and maybe some plays that won't be as expensive.
Today is another special date in the world of Harry Potter, and especially nerdfighting, because it's a year since Accio Deathly Hallows, which brought me to the nerdfighting community, which is always there when I need it, just like a good book. That was a strange analogy.
Something I was going to write about on Wednesday but didn't, was that I read the Eyre Affair by Jasper Fforde. It was fantastic (I wish Christopher Eccleston would say that for me). Perfect for a book nerd, as it's about a detective in an alternate universe who works for Special Operations as a LiteraTec, who makes sure everything is okay in the world of books.
I think that's all today, no wait! Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog. Watch it. Sing along once you've seen it a few times and know all the words. And now I'm following it on Twitter. It's the 42nd person I'm following! Yay!
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