Good God.

Hello Internet World.

And have I been neglecting you!

Update on life? Not that it matters, I just have some time on my hands. SO. Recently, I have gone from doing nothing, to doing everything all at once.  I have taken a six-week long sewing class, Joined the local theatre troupe and dyed my hair enough times to prove lethal.

Also, I have taken to the revolutionary conformist device- The iPhone. And because of this, I now double tap my space bar on le computer and expect a full stop to appear. IDIOT. Anyway, how have you been?

According to my iTunes, You make me wanna die. Thank you Taylor Momsen for your melodramatic lyrics. There goes that double tap again. Man.
So I am going into a battle of the bands! I obviously expect to become a famous musician who sews her own outfits, and occasionally crosses into theatre, with her rainbow coloured hair. It could happen.

Actually, our song list kinda kicks ass.
It consists of the Pretty Reckless’ ‘Make me wanna Die’, Paramore’s ‘Misery Business’, Stonefield’s ‘Black Water Rising’, and one song left to decide.
Can safely say I am excited.

I shall not neglect you as much Sir Bloggles. Perhaps. Hopefully.

 

Lunch.

Hello internet world.

I am currently at work, sitting in the office, on lunch break, and I have Half an hour left. So, in that half an hour, I have decided to list the things I enjoy ever so much, about lunch break.

1. Lunch.

I am a fan of ‘lunch’. It’s the middle of the day, perfect time for consumption, and, I mean… Who neglects lunch time, really? Every human out there looks at their clock/ watch/ sundial and says ‘oh, hey. Its noon/ early arvo. I’mma get me some nutrition!’. It is all systems go from that point.

2. I can eat whatever.

Notice that it’s generally frowned upon to eat a burger for breakfast, or, cereal for tea? At lunch, that doesn’t apply! Lunch is the Switzerland of meal options. You can eat toast if you want to, or even cook up a steak! The options are limitless!

3. Relaxation.

On lunch break, I tend to either go to my Sister’s place, and smuggle her TV remote under my leg, so I can watch South Park for a little bit. Or, I go out to lunch with a friend or my boyfriend. Or, on days like today, sit in the office with my parental facility. There is no work involved, just sitting! Everyone loves to sit.

And this, my friends, is why lunch is the best. I have to go be productive now. I’ll converse with you a little later

Weekend.

Hello Internet world.

I have been neglecting you lately, and a lovely friend of mine wrote on my facebook wall and was like ‘hey you! You’ve been neglecting your blog which I read!’. Well, she didn’t say that exactly, but… Details!
So, I decided to let you in on my plans for the weekend that awaits. My friend (not the same one, different one) and I are making the trip to Perth this weekend in order to attend some festivals. I’m pretty much super duper gonna-have-a-heart-attack excited. Firstly, we shall be going to future music festival, which will be packed to the brim with djs and techno music. The dance moves will be emerging. Such moves include, the running man, the shopping trolley, and maybe a bit of the sprinkler if you are lucky little minxes! My friend Jess is using the event for a broadcasting assignment, in which I have been recruited to be the ‘woooooooooooooooooo!’ girl in the background. I am looking forward to this. Very much.

The next day is sound wave, which will see us get our death metal masks on, and do some angry dancing with our fists of death/wrath/insert demonic adjective here. The headlining act is iron maiden, whom I have grown up hearing due to my lovely father. I am insanely excited to see them.
Plus! I shall be acquiring a nose ring, if all goes to plan.

It shall be wonderous.

P.S. Rebecca Airey, you gorgeous woman, this is a shout out to you.
Blog for you Bec Airey, you go Bec Airey. Love ya face! Xo

Peace (and other well wishings) out, bro.

Archie.

Hello internet world.

I have a kitten! His name is Archibald (or Archie for short) and he is a little ginger baby. He is super cute, and super annoying, but I still love him.

His interests include, meowing at me with no noise coming out of his mouth, wrestling with the baby kittens that are too small, eating and drinking us out of home, playing with my nose and eyelashes when I’m sleeping, and just being a general bother. He also likes to hide for long periods of time.

His dislikes include, being held for a long period of time, being put in the laundry or locked in my room.

I like to chase him around because the noise his feet make on the floorboards makes me smile

Voiceless.

Hello Internet world.

I come to you today, to express my opinion on the topic of losing one’s voice. In short, it bites.
You see, I am what some people would call, good at talking, and what others would be annoyed by. I love to talk. About anything and everything. On Friday night I had the misfortune of yelling so much I lost my voice. That’s what you get for trying to out-loud the already blaring music at the pubs and clubs. When trying to talk to my friends, they all replied with an inaudible ‘WHAT??’, consequently making me yell at them louder.

Upon arising on Saturday morning, clearing my throat, and trying to talk to my dad (who just threw a cat in my room to wake me up) I realized I sounded… Odd. It was gone! Perfect timing too, as my friends Blake and Jeremy wanted to have a jam that day, in which I was to sing while they violated their guitars and bass’ until they produced magical tunes. Perfect. Some singer.
I still tagged along, palming off my duties to the boys, whilst sitting there with drum sticks trying my hand at keeping a beat.
I then realized that Saturday night was the night of my friends 18th birthday that I promised I’d go to. Socialising without a voice proves mighty difficult, let me tell you! But my friends understood, kind of.

After the 18th, I went and caught up with the same friends I’d yelled at on Friday, and let them know my voice was annihilated. They laughed, but for the most part, were lovely about it.
I woke up this morning with my fingers crossed that it had returned, but when I opened my mouth, just a croak came out.
I am still voiceless. And sound kind of man-ish. Oh well. I’ll make the most of it!

Bring on work tomorrow, the customers will have some amusement!

Aloha.

Hello internet world.

My sister yelled at me today for not blogging in a while, so, hello there.

Right now I am watching beauty and the geek, and you know, it really amazes me how weird the show is. I mean, right now, the ‘beauties’ are trying their hand at plumbing, while the ‘geeks’ are giving some ladies a makeover. This got me thinking, why are they beauties and geeks? Who says they are? I mean, to other ‘geeks’ I’m sure the guy with glasses an inch thick who writes poetry would be normal. And to other ‘beauties’ the aspiring soap actress with the voice that makes me want to punch everything around me might possibly (maybe) be the same as her friend… But for society’s sake, I hope not.

stereotypes have a lot to answer for if you ask me. Why can’t someone be emo while wearing colours, or a nerd without liking math. Or even, you know, a gamer, but with board games! Oh wow, that is the coolest. People, we have a new craze on our hands. CRACK OUT THE MONOPOLY!

Russian King Indian Leader.

Hello internet world.

There is this band from Leeds, that I like to call Kaiser Chiefs. Well, not just me, everyone calls them that, but you know… That IS their name. Also, I’m trying to type while eating an icey-pole. I thought you should all be aware of my dedication. ANYWAY, Kaiser Chiefs are one of my all time favourite bands, and I think they deserve a little more of an Australian following. So, I have compiled a list of the top five reasons every person in this country (and all the others for that matter) should open their ear cavities, and allow the contagious tunes to flow through their cerebellum.

1. The name of the band, though not intended that way, is a combination of the title designated to leaders from two different countries and/or cultures! They’re Kaisers (Russia), and they’re Chiefs! (like, Indian Chief). Now with a name with that much power, you just have to believe they could kick some arse!

2. The guy recognised for the keyboard noises, refers to himself as Peanut. Do I need to continue on that point?

3. They’re lyrics are sure to amuse. For example, in they’re 2005 single ‘Saturday Night’ (which was used in an ad for the Xbox 360, there’s a bit of a fun fact for you. Take it home, chew it), the lyrics positively tickle me pink! The best verse simply says

Ppp-pneumothorax is a word that is long.
They’re just trying to put the punk back into punctured lung,
Pa-pa-pa-panic over party off, party on,
‘Cause we are birds of a feather and you can be the fat one

Or, from they’re more recent album ‘Off With Their Head’s', are some interesting variations from the normal lyrics in this world. Such as this life changing verse from their hit ‘Never Miss A Beat’.

Television’s on the blink,
There’s nothin on it.
I really want to really big coat,
With words on it.
What do you want for tea?
I want crisps.
Why didn’t you join the team?
I just didn’t.

‘It’s cooooooooooooooooool, to know nothin”. Got a bit caught up there. See? Genius.

4. They took this photo of themselves.

5. Just watch, and you should understand.

Also, on a side note, they scream a lot. Mid song.