Part of a series of short teasers for Doctor Who's Series 7, featuring Amy, Rory and the Doctor. Matt Smith is so cute LOL. I also really like the teaser after this one, featuring an Ood on the Pond's toilet.

Alarm went off at 7:20 am. Tried to get out of bed but failed. Slept for another 20 minutes before rolling onto the ground and stumbling into the bathroom. Asked myself for the fiftieth time, how did I ever manage to wake up early enough to go to SGHS?

 

Car ride to school was.... entertaining. The radio station was playing a crude but hilarious parady of Call Me Maybe. It went something along the lines of:

Hey I just met you,

And this is crazy,

But here's my penis,

So touch it maybe.

 

And all the other girls,

They try to chase me,

But here's my penis,

Let's make some babies.

 

I told you it was crude.

 

After that, The Backstreet Boys came on and Amy, Tian and I sang (badly) the rest of the way to school. Joked about Nancy missing out on the best morning car ride ever.

 

First two periods were free. Decided to be nerdy and do some work. That was probably the most productive hour of my entire day.

 

After recess, Michelle and I had legal studies. Mr G fed us chocolate. Gave us some kind of chocolate biscuit thing as well as a bar of wafer covered in hazelnut chocolate as a reward for getting past the trials. Needless to say, we didn't get much work done after that. Told Mr G that he was sabotaging my attempts to fit into my formal dress in three weeks time. He said not to worry. He would give Michelle and I his suit and both of us could fit into that and still have room to spare. I laughed like a crazy person... it was probably all the chocolate going to my head. I will miss Mr G when we leave. 

Somebody mentioned Suits in legal studies and I had an absurd urge to yell out "ISN'T HARVEY SPECTER LIKE THE SEXIEST THING EVERRRRRR???" Thankfully, self-preservation won out and I didn't. Instead, I just thought it and smiled to myself. The man knows how to rock a suit. Everytime he has a scene, that True Blood opening song starts playing in my head. You know the one. It goes something along the lines of,

Now you're probably thinking I'm a weirdo, and wondering why you even bother reading this blog. It's okay - you're not the first one to think that (and you're not going to be the last).

 

Had another two free periods. These were spent in the senior study rooms upstairs with Verena and Phoenix. Was in the middle of "studying" when I looked up and realized that there was a green paper waving in front of my face. The paper was poking through the gap that separated seminar room 1 and seminar room 2. Paper got chucked our table so I picked it up and opened it. It read, "Call me maybe" and was followed by somebody's phone number. (I swear, this song was stalking me the whole day). Wrote, "No thank you" followed by a smiley face and tossed it back through the gap. Heard people laughing in the other room. Packed up stuff and went to violin lessons.

 

Violin lessons - also known as the lessons in which I  make horrible, screechy noises resembling those of a goose being throttled, all the while pretending that I'd actually practiced during the week.

 

Lunch came, lunch went. Waited for Othilia to come back to get her bag. She came, picked up the bag and just walked off, leaving me behind - despite us being in the same English class, LOL. You can probably tell by now, I've got really great friends.

 

English was meh. I played around with C's laptop and found out that she has a folder labelled "Naked Men" on her desktop. Hmmm.....

 

Went home, resolved to work hard for the entire night but ended up reading for one a half hours, youtubing and playing guitar before going to piano lessons. Am now back from lessons, with absolutely no intention of doing any work.

 

Is it just me or is the post-trial period making everyone lazy and unmotivated? I know trials were a while ago but I just can't seem to get back into the habit of studying. This is a really bad attititude to have LOL.

 

And that was my very unremarkable day. Thank you for reading.

 

Totally live, guys. Have I mentioned that I love this band/duet? I want to have babies with their melodies. Seriously, I do. Looking up the word "harmony" in the dictionary would bring up the definition: The Civil Wars.

 

Speaking of dictionaries, did you know the words "lolz", "douche", "photobomb" and - get this - even "vajazzled", have recently been added to the Oxford dictionary. (Full article here). I heard about it on the radio last week and had a bit of a LOL moment.

 

And while we're on the topic of interesting facts, I was looking through the UTS site for any possible scholarships I might be able to apply for and although this one doesn't apply to me, I came across the "Pinnacle Foundation Scholarship". Eligibility criteria? Homosexuality. Yup. At first glance it does sound like a rather odd requirement but then I read a bit more and apparently, it's supposed to help people who have been marginalized due to sexual orientation, gender identity, etc. Selection process involves wanting to make a difference in the world and being proud to stand up for LBGT rights. Can read more about that here.

 

Okay, so that's my quota of random, useless facts done for the day. Good night.

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So I finally got to watch The Avengers. It was pretty good but I think I was expecting full-blown, exploding-rainbows awesomeness. My expectations were probably too high. I liked the action scenes. I liked the Hulk. I liked Robert Downey Junior, and I liked Loki. Poor Loki - so unloved and evil. He's like Severus Snape reincarnated, complete with lanky hair and a excessive aversion to sunlight. Actually all the characters were pretty awesome - yes, even you guy-with-arrows who everyone else seems to overlook, I liked you too. I understand very well that not everyone can turn into a big, green hulking, 600-pound super warrior. Some of us have to perch on skyscrapers shooting arrows at aliens. Those are just the facts of life.

 

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and by the end, I was like,

10 Things I Hate About You

I've been watching old movies recently, mostly as a form of procrastination during the post-trials period. I finally got around to watching 10 Things I Hate About You and my ovaries exploded when Heath Ledger appeared on screen. LOL jokes. No, they didn't. But he just oozes bad boy appeal in that movie doesn't he? I never studied Taming the Shrew in high school so I didn't have an automatic aversion to the movie, like some other people. Also, I now have inexplicable urges to break out into a jazzy rendition of "Can't Take My Eyes Off You" in the middle of free periods.

Overall, it was a pretty cute movie. Totally fictional and unrealistic of course but I lol'd so hard at the pregnancy suit.

P.S. Isn't Joseph Gordon-Levitt like the cutest thing in that movie, ever???

Breakfast at Tiffany's

...Was not what I expected. Not that that's a bad thing - I just had no idea initially as to what it would be about. The only other Audrey Hepburn movie I've ever seen was My Fair Lady which I quite liked but don't really remember much of. She was very.... endearing in this movie. Don't get me wrong - her character made me want to reach through the screen to smack her about the head a few times but it wasn't to the extent that it was unbearable. She reminded me a little bit of Luna Lovegood actually. There was liberal use of the haze, something that I always see in old movies - when the screen goes all glowy and hazy and the actor's eyes practically twinkle in the light. I can't ever take movies seriously when that happens. It was like that moment in Sound of Music with Maria and the Captain. Is it because of the camera they use or do they deliberately do that?

 To those who don't know, Breakfast at Tiffany's is basically a romantic comedy set in New York. Poor girl Holly Golightly poses as a well connected socialite in order to land a rich husband but she falls in love with her new next door neighbour. It had its intense moments but mostly it was sweet and sugary and light and the ending made me want to vomit rainbows (I mean that in the best way possible).

Similar to 10 Things I Hate About You, I once again came away with inexplicable urges to break out into song, except this time, I wanted to end up sitting photogenically on my windowsill with a guitar, singing the Moon River song until I ended up landing a nice, handsome, sensitive-writer man.

.... post to be continued.

Anyone else excited about Finnick's first scene in Catching Fire? I wonder how they're going pull off the "strategically placed knots" look... Don't think I've seen much of Sam's acting but he's certainly got the "looks" part down pat.

Oh yeah, just look at that face... and that body...Come here baby so I can - oh whoops, I really should stop thinking out loud.

It's called White Winter Hymnal and it's by the Fleet Foxes. I've been playing the song on repeat because - 1) it's catchy, 2) it's so short (only 2 minutes 30 seconds) and 3) because it's so darned catchy. It's got one of those tunes that just stick in your head. Below is the Birdy version which is also worth listening to. 

I was talking to Elyn in maths on Friday and we were discussing our dream jobs - jobs that we would have pursued if it wasn't for real life and its responsibilities. I have got so many of these. It seems like every few years, I change my mind about what I want to do (which is normal I suppose). I'll list a few of them out here. These are in chronological order.

1)  A VET

To a 5-7 year old, becoming a vet seemed like a perfectly achievable life goal. All you had to do was like animals (or so I thought). It helped that I thought vets only took care of animals (as opposed to performing operations, giving injections, etc.). In hindsight, I was probably thinking more along the lines of animal-shelter caretaker.

Why is it not achievable now? My total lack of interest in science, probably. To be fair though, if I had to choose a science, I would have chosen biology anyway. Sometimes I wonder if my animosity towards science stemmed from the subject itself or the teacher(s). I know for a fact if my legal studies teacher was different, I would've already dropped that subject like a hot potato back in March.

2) AN AUTHOR

Thank you J.K. Rowling, for letting me think for a while that there was no reason why I couldn't write a few books and become a famous, multibillionaire, award-winning author in the span of a few years. It was a nice thought while it lasted. I blame it on that documentary - the one that shows her frequenting coffee shops with her laptop and writing whenever inspiration strikes. Such a glorious, simple and satisfying career. Too bad I have neither the talent, bravery nor patience to attempt a career as an author. Knowing me, the first rejection letter would've sent me scurrying back to my hole. Then I would have had to spend the rest of my life as a failed-author trying to make ends meet whilst leeching off friends and family.

3) A LIBRARIAN

"If you can't be an author, be a librarian" was the reason for this career choice. I like books. I could gladly spend all day being surrounded by them (although nowadays, libraries don't even need librarians - eveything is self-service). Tian and I made up this glorious plan where she would design a library for me and I would run it. We imaged ornately-decorated, spiral staircases, giant fireplaces and comfy couches where people could just curl up and read. But then people kept telling me that librarians don't earn much (is that true? I haven't checked) and that it was a job of wasted potential. That last past probably isn't true. Being a librarian is hard work (according to the career booklet LOL and requires a five-level educational rating).

5) SOMETHING TO DO WITH TRAVELLING

I didn't mind what it was, as long as I could travel. Working on Getaway would've been a dream job. Highly unattainable of course, but still a dream job. My boss would've been like, "We're sending you to France for two weeks. You're to experience everything and record it on a blog/write an article/etc." and I would've been like, "Oh sure, no probs. I got this," and all the while, I would be doing a screaming, happy dance inside. Then I could add to my collection of hotel shampoos and conditioners. All those little bottles and soaps... eek! HOW AWESOME WOULD THAT BE?!?

5)  A JOURNALIST

...Didn't seem like such a bad job.... until I started Year 12 and realised that HSC year had quashed any last lingering amount of love I might have had for English. Literally quashed. Imagine a cockaroach. Now imagine a giant, booted foot descending on said cockaroach like in one of those ads on TV. My love for english resembles the amount of viewers for Gossip Girl over a set amount of time - it is exponentially decreasing. I hate the stupid subject. I hate it with a passion. Also, print-media journalism is a dying career so you have to be ultra-competitive to get a job. I'm still thinking of some kind of communications degree though. Doesn't have to be journalism.

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Everything was so much simpler when I was little. You think you can do anything when you're small - be an astronaut, a super athlete, a world-famous writer. In comparison, real life sucks shit.

Oh and look what I found in the corner of my backyard. It's been gathering dust and braving the elements for nearly six years now.


Compare the pair, LOL. 2007 (or was it 2008?) vs 2012.

I was expecting trumpets and fanfares - perhaps even a dramatic back up chorus - to celebrate the handing in of The-Project-That-Shall-Not-Be-Named. Sadly that was not the case. All I got was a simple "good work" and an appreciative nod. I felt like saying, "That's it?" "What happened to the joyous hallelujahs? What happened to the fireworks and streamers and cake and party poppers?" It was sort of anti-climatic really. Nine to ten months of my blood, sweat, tears and any other off-putting genetic material you can think of, went into that piece of $@!#. I don't even care if its any good or not; I'm just proud of the fact that I had something remotely readable to hand in at the end of it. Band 2, here I come.

Okay, that is all.

& you may have some Phantom for reading through all that shit up there. I really wish I could show you some of the better parts but all the great scenes are either too spoilery, too long or too near the end.

Source: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wzv4JJOs4w0

So basically, they're having vocal sex on stage. LOL jokes... well they kind of are...Christine doesn't know it's the Phantom in the cloak. They're acting out the Don Juan play as a ploy to capture the Phantom and she thinks the cloaked person is her fellow actor.

In which Gotye/"Wally" posts a remixed version of covers of "Somebody That I Used to Know". Wait - what?

Okay, so basically, Gotye used the parodies of his song that he found on Youtube and created his own remix, using these parodies/covers. Kind of like Inception I guess, in that he is covering what people covered... of his own song. Am I confusing you? Okay, I'll stop talking now.

Can I just say though, I find it really sweet that he recognised these people's contributions and even spent the time to create his own remix. It's so awesome.

Back in Year 7, I did a similar drawing/sculpture for my visual arts project. It was basically a cat with bat wings - I called it the "bacat". Little did I know that I was actually drawing something called a 'tairen soul". I must have been psychic.

The tairen soul features in a book series by C.L Wilson called err, the "Tairen Soul" series? I don't actually know if the series has a name so I'll just call it that. Great stories - craptastic covers. They look something like this:

The "hero" is a shapeshifter who turns into a giant cat-bat. It is better than it sounds, really. So that's basically the thing I drew up there. I have the credit this picture of a puma cub though, which I basically copied. I'm not great at drawing animals from my mind so I couldn't have done it without the picture's help: http://www.lifeinthefastlane.ca/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/puma_cub_managua_sfw.jpg

I should probably warn you guys that this post is going to be a bit like this:

...in that a lot of people won't ever understand my happiness. It's like when you try to explain to your friends how awesome that tv show was. Or when you try to tell that one friend who hasn't seen Wicked that it is the best thing ever and totally worth all the $$$ - but all they do is give you that look:

and probably this gesture as well:

Obviously we didn't go to the Royal Albert Hall (because it's in London) but we did watch the HQ DVD/Blu-ray version. I should probably mention, I have it, if anyone's interested. Feel free to ask me - I would probably thrust it on you anyway.

I've had a soft spot for Phantom of the Opera (POTO) ever since 2009(?) when I watched the movie version with Gerard Butler and Emmy Rossum. You might have garnered that from the 26 posts I did on the topic. I really did want to see it when it came to Sydney but didn't get the chance. This was the perfect solution because not only is it a professional, live recording of the show (that was broadcasted live all over the world at the time of its showing), it was also the show that celebrated the 25th anniversary, which meant that they had to make it the most perfect version possible.

Here are some screenshots of the version I watched:

Just look at the size of that hall! It was so much bigger than the scale of Wicked and The Lion King. I suppose it had to be since they only did two exclusive shows to celebrate the anniversary. Props should also go the the filming team who were able to convey the intimacy of some of the scenes whilst also incorporating a few wide shots to remind us of how full the theater/hall was.

I also loved how they modernized it a little bit to make it suitable for blu-ray release. The backdrop is actually made up of a giant screen that changes to convey setting, character close ups or dramatic, mirror effects (as you can see in that 3rd last shot). Oh and the chandelier was wired with pyrotechnics so at key points during the musical, jets of fire and sparks would fly out to show it "exploding".

I loved it. I loved every single part of it. It had the same feeling of grandeur and epic-ness that I felt while watching Wicked. I would still want to watch it in a theatre for real one day but until I manage to get another ticket to New York or Las Vegas, I would gladly watch/rewatch this version.

The actors were phenomenal as well. Sierra Boggess is absolutely stunning. Her voice is just JA;SDKJFA;SDKJFA;SDKJFA;SDJFA, you know? GAH so beautiful. When she sang, it felt like my brain was turning into mush and leaking out my ears in a rainbow, joy-filled stream. DO YOU UNDERSTAND MY FEELINGS GUYS?? DO YOU UNDERSTAND MY JOY?? Okay probably not.

And Ramin Karimloo. Oh god. I just - I can't even...

What made it even better was, to commemerate the 25th anniversary, at the end they had all the original cast members of the first ever production come out - including Sarah Brightman, Michael Crawford and the man who created it all, Andrew Lloyd Webber.

It was beautiful and amazing and wonderful and even if you had no love for musical theatre, POTO or drama, you still would have loved it.

Anyway, I'll leave you guys with a taste of what I was talking about. It doesn't really do the musical justice - there is so much more I want to show you but it's just not possible. Plus, I think I'm scaring everyone with my enthusiasm... The whole musical is actually up on youtube, in a playlist mode and it's in extreme HQ as well but for anyone who wants to watch it without fragmentation, I have it. Don't be shy - just ask :)



So it turns out that there IS something in this world that I hate more than driving and EX2: formal dress shopping.

Why couldn't I have been born a dude? Freakin' hell - finding a suit seems a billion times less stressful than looking for a dress. While shopping today, my mind kept wandering back to that goth chick in Mean Girls who wore a purple tux to prom. I SHOULD'VE DONE THAT. I WALKED SO MUCH TODAY, MY BLISTERS HAVE BLISTERS.

Anyway, here are some of the thoughts that ran through my head while torturing myself shopping:

I had a few more thoughts but I think you guys have had enough. Sorry for the whinging - dress shopping puts me in a bad mood. I am such a girl fail.

Oh I should probably mention - despite all the drama, I did end up getting a dress :)

Original link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qYxswmJ98ZQ&feature=g-u-u

Okay now go back to studying.

And if you have no more exams... then SCREW YOU :( Stupid legal studies.

This song was featured on the Game of Thrones Season 2 trailer which by the way is like the freakin' most awesomest trailer you've ever seen. It was also featured on a trailer for Revenge but I don't watch that show so....

Anyhoo, sitting on my desk all day studying Legal Studies is driving me crazy. I feel like my head's going to explode. I can literally feel all the fat going to my thighs from lack of exercise - not that I usually do exercise but studying always makes me feel bloated for some reason.

But enough about me - here's that trailer I talked about. Don't worry, you can watch it, even if you haven't seen Season 1. It doesn't have any spoilers. I checked. I checked about 10 times for you. Aren't you grateful? Just watch it, you'll probably just be confused by the amount of fighting that's going on anyway and won't have time to register any plot points.

Guys I just realised,

Viserys, from Game of Thrones:

Is Mr Creepy Face (Son of Mine) from Doctor Who.

*gasp!*

And Ser Jorah?

Is Father Octavian from that Weeping Angel episode of Doctor Who...

....................

WHAT IS THIS MADNESS?!?!

It's like they heard my prayers and decided to combine my two favourite things into one! The laws of time and space have been bent! Next thing you know, we're gonna get sucked into a shiny, ominous gap made from a rip in the fabric of the universe.

.......

Dude - the Doctor on the throne.... It's like a fanfiction waiting to happen. Although I have a feeling that if Matt Smith suddenly appeared on Joffrey's throne, he wouldn't last long enough for a substantial story to be told. Also, the Doctor would probably spend the whole visit at King's Landing trying to avert his eyes from the whores lining the street corners and before you know it, he would've walked right off a cliff. Yep. I can definitely see that happening.

And while we're on the topic of blending fandoms, here's a pic, just for the lulz:

"When the love of Bella's life left her, she curled up in the fetal position, went numb for months then jumped off a cliff."

MATHS EXTENSION, Y U NO LYK ME?!?

From a random interview I found while trolling around on the internet: (Note: BP = Billie Piper, DT = David Tennant):

*****

YOU SNOG WITH DAVID.

WHAT WAS HE LIKE IN COMPARISON TO CHRIS?

BP: How do they compare? Oh, I don't know.

DT: I'm sitting right here.

BP: Different, just different. They're different men. I don't know how to answer that, really. Both great. I had a longer kiss with you, which I really enjoyed.

DT: But you were more proactive in this kiss.

BP: Yeah.

DT: You were making it happen.

BP: Yeah. It was quite sexy. Quite nice lips.

DT: Thanks very much. Yours aren't too bad either.

BP: It was fun.

******

I just realised: David Tennant + Billie Piper = Diaper!..... kind of... no?

So um yeah. Kind of going through a new bout of Doctor Who withdrawal - if you haven't noticed yet. Not sure why the renewed interest... maybe 'cause I would much rather be blogging about DW than revising on Family Law. Sigh. Where's a TARDIS when you need one? 

If the last one was a TV drama, I would watch it. Just sayin'.