Star Struck

June 20, 2008 – 11:24 pm

 

Last whenever is was, I auditioned for Star Struck. I made it to round 2… Where we send off the audition tape.

We got through round 2, the final rond was the hardest of all:

Getting all of the commitmant notes back before the expirery date…

… Me  being the most dis-orginised girl know to the happy town of Blonde can’t alway remember notes…

…ever.

 

After all of the commitmant/permission notes got accepted, it was of to our first dance rehersal where we learnt the dance to: Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go.

 

Therewasn’t a single thing hard about that dance… at all. I most certinaly hated the all white costume.

 

Then we learnt Sunshine Lollipops dance. The costume made us look like Blue christmas trees. We were, in actuality: Blue Flowers 


Crazy Saturday

June 20, 2008 – 11:21 pm

Yes, It is indeed a crazy Saturday.

During the week I decided that I liked it better at Star Struck: Giving out free hugs, Being with my friends and dancing. But at school its back to my friends (one in particular) being up themselves, being Byotches, and nothing changed when she flirted with every boy that moved. So I am complaining about this on my blog, I mean, isn’t that what having a blog is all about?

Anyhoo, tonight we; Mum Dad an d I, will be staying at, i’m guessing 2 1/2 star, Hotel: The Citygate… And guess which one? The one where mum stayed when she went to Sydney for training.

I have only stayed there twice, but honestly; I thought mum would have been sick of it by now! Anyway See ya, and Honestly: Wouldn’t wanna be ya!


No Calrossy, It’s not Worth It.

June 16, 2008 – 6:01 am

I didn’t get the scolarship, *Teare* but oh well i mean, Mount View IS where all my friends are going…


Wow… I’ve taken a HUGE step Back in Time…

June 8, 2008 – 12:31 pm
…I can’t believe it.
 
After how many years without her doing it!?
 
And then she starts again in her natural habitat of a drunk Auntie Cath,
 
No, it’s not her starting drinking again (how could she as she’s never stopped (yet I dont think she’s been quie this p****d in my lifetime))
 
 anyway, now she is really making me annoyed…
 
 
…She knows I hate it  when she does it.
 
 Yet she wondered why I played up and abused her
 
 I mean, no matter how much she annoys me, I still dont want her…
 
 Anyway, do any of you have any suggestions of how to stop her smoking eh?
 
 I tried knocking the ciggarette(spelling doesn’t matter here) out of her hand before she lit it
 
 but she picked it up off the wet, soppy ground and lit it,
 
 and wondered why I wouldn’t speak to her or let her come near me, I absolutley hate the smell of smoke.
 
 Can some of you oerhaps try talking to her?
 
 Or else, go down to coles and buy me some Niccorette patches to slip, (or stick) un-noticed by her, on-to her arm?
 
 Or record all of those "Quit - Line" adds to play every time she wals into the room?
 
 That is why I’ve called my blog title:
 
Wow… I’ve taken a HUGE step Back in Time.
 as she used to smoke.
 
 So how many people are on my side?
 
How many people are on her side. (Auntie Cath; Go away, You don’t count)
 
 A message to mum:
 Take the " Stop, Down, and, Cut! " Approach!
 
 " Nicorette, Nicorette, You can beat that cigarette!!!!!"