Hello faithful (and not so faithful) readers.
I'm REALLY shit at keeping this up, but I haven't really thought of anything to write.
Friday we had Innovation rehearsals straight after school (actually half way through school, my mother surprisingly let me skip last lesson). Though not being particularly taken by fashion myself (I buy the same outifts in multiple colours and alternate once in a while) I always enjoy the community atmosphere that comes out of working with a whole bunch of people for a show. You always grow really close, and - as is with a big show like Innovation - it's a little bit sad when it's all over.
So we all headed to first Nigel's house (where the boys needed to pick up fuel and Nigel needed to change, out of our omni-hideous -new word! - school uniform) then onto SIS, where we had to try on all our outfits. I wore various dresses, and once I figure out how to put photos on here, I will make sure I put some up. But they were all very tricky to put on/take off, so it made the quick changes a little hard. Rehearsals were, as always, fun. But as usual we were hungry - walking up and down a stage is more tiring than you think, oh sigh, the hard and complicated life I lead. We then headed to the food court (Shrey, Cricks, Leesh and Fernandez) where Fernandez kindly bought me some fantastic noodles. We sat around for a while, talking about the usual mindess teenager things, and then Cricks went on Facebook. He was informed by Aardvark that M wanted to talk to me. After a moments hesitation, I called him, only to find that he hadnt changed his attitude in the slightest. Alas, I guess some people will never learn to be adults.
You've got to think of it this way. He's mad at me because I told the truth to someone I care about - before she found out the hard way - and who he supposedly loves. If he didn't want to hurt her, he should've never done what he did in the first place. I dont think this argument makes much sense, but if anyone has reasoning behind this, you know I always value your input.
So the morning of the show, I performed my various ablutions, careful to not mess up my 'artfully' blow dried har. Unfortunately, the minute I stepped outside, my har exploded into a ball of hate anf furryness, and my day was ruined. NOT REALLY THOUGH. 'Waited for Cricks on the Caine Rd escalater, even though he was 15 minutes late, I didn't hold it against him, as I was sheltered by the warmth and internet connection in the nearby Cafe O.
We finally collided, and proceeded to chain smoke while waiting for the ever elusive (sp?) bus to arrive. Just as I lit up my 5th or 6th cigarette, the bus decided to arrive and I had to chuck the rest on the floor. Alas, poor Yorrick, I knew him Horatio. Sorry, random Hamlet quote in there, have been most preoccupied with him as of late.
'Spent the whole day rehearsing, from 11:30 onwards - exhausting. And sneaking out for cigarette and food breaks when no one was paying us attention. Apparently pretty much all the guys in the show managed to have a good look at my warped anatomy, which I pity them for, I have yet to find out how this happened...
I finally got fitted for my Alexander dress, which was gorgeous, if a little too big around my breasts - but hey, what's NOT too big around my boobs? And I wish I could have taken all the dresses I modelled home. Leesh's line was AMAZING and I was so proud of her, I have already forced her into making me a dress for my birthday. It's fairly incredible how she managed to both design and model for the show. That girl is like supergirl. Kind of like me when I've had too much redbull...
The show went really well, apart from when I tripped slightly in my Kanchan dress, as it was tight and hard to walk in - that and the fact that I am not the most co-ordinated person on earth...
After the show, I went looking for my Mother, Murphys and father only to find the latter missing - which was a little sad, but I'm over it. If he thinks seeing an acquaintance blow his birthday candles out is more important than watching HIS OWN DAUGHTER'S fashion show, I' cool with that. I just expected better from him. My mother was there, unfortunately, and pretty much ruined my night with her irrational and unpredictable behavious as usual. I don't think I'll ever invite her to one of my shows again, all she can do is pick holes in my performance, and give me an uneasy feeling when I need to talk to her.
After much coersion, my mother let me go to the afterparty (she had actually told me a week before that I was allowed to, but as I previously mentioned, she really is unpredictable). I went over to Dilemma and Pie's house first to get ready, also so Dilemma could get her credit card. We then went to the afterparty, at A.V.E.N.U.E in LKF. Unfortunately I was in a bad mood by this point as my dear Maman kept calling, so I really just drank quite a lot and sat by myself and observed. I then proceeded to badmouth some people who were annoying me, then went back to drinking solo. I would like to state here, that I do not understand why guys think they have the God given right to touch girls in clubs. Just because it's dark, does not mean it is not offensive if you grab my ass or put your arm round me, when I blatently don't want you to. It's sexual harrassment, and it's damn annoying. Sorry, had to get that out of my system.
Anyway, on Saturday I went to the Cricket Club with my Dad to have lunch. I ate one slice of burschetta, then felt sick (who says drinking isn't amazing for your diet?). Aardvark joined me later, and we enjoyed the privelige of drinking while your parents pay for your liver tumour. After 5 or six drinks, we had run out of cigarettes, so we went up to the petrol station to go get some more (FUCKING CIGARETTES HAVE GONE UP FUCKING 10 FUCKING DOLLARS WHAT THE FUCK) and on the way back, I had another brilliant idea. I'm not sure if you've ever been to the Cricket Club, but there is a Girl Guide's camp place right next to it, with an adventure playground and everything. Dillemma and I have always wanted to break in but we never worked up the courage to do so. However with a few drinks in my, it was reasonably easy. And I agiley navigated the whole course - well that was a lie, but at least I didn't get stuck in the nets like Aardvark! I should probably inform you, I am like Tarzan minus the loincloth... and climbing skills.
Anyway, on the way back home, Aardvark and I spotted a sign proclaiming "GRILL AND THRILL" and we thought it was a pretty funny euphemism for spit roast
As seen in the sentance : "Boy A and Boy B Grill and Thrilled Girl C"
HAHAHA
i love aardvark, he is such fun.
Joanne and I have our Hustings coming up, and we are freaking out. Everyone wants to 'burn' us as they all seem to pretty much hate us. It's always nice to know you have the support of your peers. We are concentrating on writing a killer speech, with innovative new ideas. Last week, I dont think I would've voted for anyone apart from P and G, their speaking skills were poor and ideas under researched. Fingers crossed Joanne and I don't come accross like that.
I'm REALLY shit at keeping this up, but I haven't really thought of anything to write.
Friday we had Innovation rehearsals straight after school (actually half way through school, my mother surprisingly let me skip last lesson). Though not being particularly taken by fashion myself (I buy the same outifts in multiple colours and alternate once in a while) I always enjoy the community atmosphere that comes out of working with a whole bunch of people for a show. You always grow really close, and - as is with a big show like Innovation - it's a little bit sad when it's all over.
So we all headed to first Nigel's house (where the boys needed to pick up fuel and Nigel needed to change, out of our omni-hideous -new word! - school uniform) then onto SIS, where we had to try on all our outfits. I wore various dresses, and once I figure out how to put photos on here, I will make sure I put some up. But they were all very tricky to put on/take off, so it made the quick changes a little hard. Rehearsals were, as always, fun. But as usual we were hungry - walking up and down a stage is more tiring than you think, oh sigh, the hard and complicated life I lead. We then headed to the food court (Shrey, Cricks, Leesh and Fernandez) where Fernandez kindly bought me some fantastic noodles. We sat around for a while, talking about the usual mindess teenager things, and then Cricks went on Facebook. He was informed by Aardvark that M wanted to talk to me. After a moments hesitation, I called him, only to find that he hadnt changed his attitude in the slightest. Alas, I guess some people will never learn to be adults.
You've got to think of it this way. He's mad at me because I told the truth to someone I care about - before she found out the hard way - and who he supposedly loves. If he didn't want to hurt her, he should've never done what he did in the first place. I dont think this argument makes much sense, but if anyone has reasoning behind this, you know I always value your input.
So the morning of the show, I performed my various ablutions, careful to not mess up my 'artfully' blow dried har. Unfortunately, the minute I stepped outside, my har exploded into a ball of hate anf furryness, and my day was ruined. NOT REALLY THOUGH. 'Waited for Cricks on the Caine Rd escalater, even though he was 15 minutes late, I didn't hold it against him, as I was sheltered by the warmth and internet connection in the nearby Cafe O.
We finally collided, and proceeded to chain smoke while waiting for the ever elusive (sp?) bus to arrive. Just as I lit up my 5th or 6th cigarette, the bus decided to arrive and I had to chuck the rest on the floor. Alas, poor Yorrick, I knew him Horatio. Sorry, random Hamlet quote in there, have been most preoccupied with him as of late.
'Spent the whole day rehearsing, from 11:30 onwards - exhausting. And sneaking out for cigarette and food breaks when no one was paying us attention. Apparently pretty much all the guys in the show managed to have a good look at my warped anatomy, which I pity them for, I have yet to find out how this happened...
I finally got fitted for my Alexander dress, which was gorgeous, if a little too big around my breasts - but hey, what's NOT too big around my boobs? And I wish I could have taken all the dresses I modelled home. Leesh's line was AMAZING and I was so proud of her, I have already forced her into making me a dress for my birthday. It's fairly incredible how she managed to both design and model for the show. That girl is like supergirl. Kind of like me when I've had too much redbull...
The show went really well, apart from when I tripped slightly in my Kanchan dress, as it was tight and hard to walk in - that and the fact that I am not the most co-ordinated person on earth...
After the show, I went looking for my Mother, Murphys and father only to find the latter missing - which was a little sad, but I'm over it. If he thinks seeing an acquaintance blow his birthday candles out is more important than watching HIS OWN DAUGHTER'S fashion show, I' cool with that. I just expected better from him. My mother was there, unfortunately, and pretty much ruined my night with her irrational and unpredictable behavious as usual. I don't think I'll ever invite her to one of my shows again, all she can do is pick holes in my performance, and give me an uneasy feeling when I need to talk to her.
After much coersion, my mother let me go to the afterparty (she had actually told me a week before that I was allowed to, but as I previously mentioned, she really is unpredictable). I went over to Dilemma and Pie's house first to get ready, also so Dilemma could get her credit card. We then went to the afterparty, at A.V.E.N.U.E in LKF. Unfortunately I was in a bad mood by this point as my dear Maman kept calling, so I really just drank quite a lot and sat by myself and observed. I then proceeded to badmouth some people who were annoying me, then went back to drinking solo. I would like to state here, that I do not understand why guys think they have the God given right to touch girls in clubs. Just because it's dark, does not mean it is not offensive if you grab my ass or put your arm round me, when I blatently don't want you to. It's sexual harrassment, and it's damn annoying. Sorry, had to get that out of my system.
Anyway, on Saturday I went to the Cricket Club with my Dad to have lunch. I ate one slice of burschetta, then felt sick (who says drinking isn't amazing for your diet?). Aardvark joined me later, and we enjoyed the privelige of drinking while your parents pay for your liver tumour. After 5 or six drinks, we had run out of cigarettes, so we went up to the petrol station to go get some more (FUCKING CIGARETTES HAVE GONE UP FUCKING 10 FUCKING DOLLARS WHAT THE FUCK) and on the way back, I had another brilliant idea. I'm not sure if you've ever been to the Cricket Club, but there is a Girl Guide's camp place right next to it, with an adventure playground and everything. Dillemma and I have always wanted to break in but we never worked up the courage to do so. However with a few drinks in my, it was reasonably easy. And I agiley navigated the whole course - well that was a lie, but at least I didn't get stuck in the nets like Aardvark! I should probably inform you, I am like Tarzan minus the loincloth... and climbing skills.
Anyway, on the way back home, Aardvark and I spotted a sign proclaiming "GRILL AND THRILL" and we thought it was a pretty funny euphemism for spit roast
As seen in the sentance : "Boy A and Boy B Grill and Thrilled Girl C"
HAHAHA
i love aardvark, he is such fun.
Joanne and I have our Hustings coming up, and we are freaking out. Everyone wants to 'burn' us as they all seem to pretty much hate us. It's always nice to know you have the support of your peers. We are concentrating on writing a killer speech, with innovative new ideas. Last week, I dont think I would've voted for anyone apart from P and G, their speaking skills were poor and ideas under researched. Fingers crossed Joanne and I don't come accross like that.
P.S. I like this photo because I kind of look like a photo of Princess Grace I once saw (A fatter, brunnette, less pretty version, but still!)
too long to read. i already pressed "ctrl" + "f" and typed in "box" for this entry. i'm not impressed with the results. >:(
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