Friday, June 11, 2010

Bartenders and Magic 8 Balls.

You know how in American movies, when people are in bars and are all depressed, the bartender provides good advice? Like in Win A Date With Tad Hamilton! (not a fab movie but the only example that comes to mind), Pete is at the bar and is all depressed cos Rosalee is in love with Tad Hamilton, so the bartender Angelica gives him really good advice. So, where's my bartender? I think everyone should have some cool bartender-fairy godmother hybrid, someone who you can just whine to, and then they disperse excellent advice.

Whils my friends are very good "bartender" type people, how do you decide which course of action to take? Which advice do you follow? This is where the magic eight ball comes in. In my ideal world, everyone has a pocket sized bartender, like a genie, that you just pull out whenever you need advice (or a cocktail for that matter), and then you pull out your trusty Magic 8 Ball and decide which piece of excellent advice to take.

Then again we could all just use those awesome paper fortune teller/cootie catcher things to tell us exactly how things are going to turn out, and what is going to happen, so we know what to do in order to get there. Basically, I just wish decision making was easier.

And, I wish rain would seriously listen to the song and go away! I'm never trusting weather forecasts again. So Thursday I'm getting ready for school, I pack my umbrella and hat etc cos I'm sure it's going to be cold and rainy - how do I know this? because it has rained incesantly for days, weeks! -. However, my mum had looked at the forecast, and apparently it wasn't going to rain. So, Mum convinced me not to take my umbrella cos it just adds weight to my already heavy schoolbag (although it really wouldn't have it's only like 0.12345g). It's okay most of the day. But then, as I'm in maths it starts pissing down. Sideways rain, absolutely pouring. And, I have to go up to castle mountain from the main building. Yeah, I get soaked. So, all those who will never trust weather forecasts again, say I.

Off to enjoy my Saturday night, think about the advice I have been given, and maybe even pull a 'Rory Gilmore' and make a Pro-Con list to help the decision making process.

x's and o's
Lula Laili Lo

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Shiny Shiny Cup!

Four day weekend ended on Monday, school on Tuesday - made fun by Choir practice and approximately 10 hailstorms (I'm thinking world record) - and no classes today due to the Big Sing! Which was awesome. So awesome! Practice all morning, train to town (lolz), nom noms at lunch, again, very entertaining! Then we went first in the afternoon sesh - went very well! 2 and a half hour long dinner break. Sooooooo hilarious! Synchronised laughing with Fi and Abs and Clover giving us weird looks. Businessmen in McDs, french fries, sherbet fizzes...

Back for the evening concert which was awesome. Great talent - all the other schools were amazing! - and sparkly lights right above where we were sitting. Seeing my old WGC palz, and Fi being CRAZY! Of course, the absolute highlight of the day was WINNING THE PRIZE FOR BEST PERFORMANCE OF STUDENT COMPOSED PIECE!!!!!!!!!!!! Huge thanks to our awesome director Ms Hodge, Justin, Carol, Callum and the OC CHOIR 2010!!!!!!!!

Still on a happy-high, so sleepy time! Another big weekend coming this way: climbing, sleepover with Clover, Research on Hungary and job hunt! Throw in some eating, sleeping and maybe even breathing if I'm lucky and you've got my weekend.

x's and o's
Lula Laili Lo

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Start the Countdown

4 day weekend coming our way! First, by way of starting the long weekend off with a bang, I'm going to *drum roll* do some chores. Because, as we all know - who says Facebook isn't educational - Mothers think that OUR friends care about the tidiness of our rooms. Which I'm sure they don't. But, as it is, one of my besties Ally is coming for a sleepover tomorrow night, therefore my mum says I have to tidy my room. Quel surprise.

After that, Ally is coming round for a good old girls night in. Painting our nails, watching chick flicks - The Ugly Truth & Breakfast At Tiffanys -, reading Girlfriend magazine, and some good old fashioned gossip! Then, Friday morning, we might go to town for some shopping - and by shopping I mean looking in shops and wishing we could buy everything we see, yet only buying one or two, or even no things - or a movie.

Might I just add, we all know what girls do at sleepovers - see above ^- but, what do guys do at sleepovers? Most of them don't have enough hair to braid, I'm sure most of them don't even own nail polish, let alone girly magazines - although guys do seem to love the advice sections in them... - and what do guys gossip about?
Sample Guy Talk:
Guy 1: Lets kill some zombies
Guy 2: So there
Guy 3: I'm gonna thrash you!
Guy 4: Nuh-uh! My something-something kick punch do-dad is gonna kill you!

Guy 1: Ooh, look at her!
Guy 2: I'd tap that.
Guy 3: Bo**s, a**, s**, Bo**s, a**, s**
Guy 4: "Hey baby, wanna come over to my space, and twitter my yahoo till I google all over your facebook."

See?! No gossip. So, what do guys do at sleepovers? The eternal question. If guys' behaviour in movies is anything to go by, they light their farts on fire, and think about boobs all the time.

Then I'm off to Hang Dog for climbing.
And with climbing, comes hot chocolate! We recently got a hot drinks/coffee machine, which means after the long - 2 minute - walk from the station, I get a hot chocolate. And here's hoping that I don't burn my tongue again. Don't laugh like that! I got one last night at climbing, and took a huge sip, burning my tongue in the process...

Later, Les Mis rehearsal, and a good Choir rehearsal. Next week is big sing, which I'm really excited about. And holidays in approx a month! Even more excited about holidays, holidays = Model UN! Whoop.

Getting tired now, and besides, gotta make up for the sleep that I won't get at my sleepover tomorrow night.

x's and o's
Lula Laili Lo

P.S - we all know that we hardly ever sleep at sleepovers, so, why is it that they are called SLEEP overs?! Honestly, creator-of-english language, get your facts right. Crash an all-girls slepover and see, that there is no sleeping done.