No I.D Required
December 8, 2008 at 12:17 am | Posted in Life | 2 CommentsTags: Add new tag, Life, music, rant
Yesterday I was talking to my boyfriend on msn (his chosen method of communication) about sneaking into an overage gig. I had it all planned out. Make-up, cleavage enhancing clothes and if all else fails , a dodgy I.D.
All good.
And then he said to me “just wear old clothes. And cover your face. You don’t look 18″
My immediate thought was something along the lines of “fuck you.” At least I was going out and having a life to some degree instead of sitting on my arse playing halo.
Perhaps I am being too harsh sine 90% of guys are emotional retards and of the remaining ten per cent, most of them are probably gay. But honestly. At least I don’t have a jew-fro.
So I went to the shops in an extremely crappy mood, doubting whether I should even bother anymore, when I couple of P-platers on an old bomb drove past, honked their horn and gave me the thumbs up. I know that they do that to everyone female under the age of 40, but it was extremely satisfying to know it would really piss my boyfriend off.
I actually got into the gig WITHOUT being asked for I.D. Funny considering I looked about 17 and 3 months old at best.
More Family Drama
September 16, 2008 at 10:12 am | Posted in family | Leave a commentTags: family, Life
A few posts ago, I wrote about Lady Penelope and my Grandpa. It turns out my dad was talking to somebody who knows her and apprently her son make my Aunty look like a saint.
He is a fashion designer (infer what you will) and apparently helped break up his mother’s last marriage. I’m guessing he’s the jealous type.
If it goes ahead, this wedding will be highly amusing.
Bass, Gym and Other Things
August 30, 2008 at 10:13 am | Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a commentTags: Bass, Double Bass, Gym, Life, music, school
I”m come to the conclusion that bass guitar has something against me. Well, okay, I have something against it. I’m so used to double bass that the whole sideways thing freaks me out. Oh, and frets. Anyway, I think I need lessons. In a big. Tried explaining this to mum. She decided that I can have ONE lesson and after that I should be fine. I want to move to her planet, where you can learn an instrument overnight. I can play guns of Brixton by the clash though. Very badly, mind you.
I had to go to gym today. My mum is extremely enthusiastic about gym. She’s developed a “if you don’t go five times a week you’ll get type 2 diabetes and die” attitude. Which is great if you’re a gym junkie. I however, am not. So when I told her I’d rather stay home and play double bass and then walk to cash converters because it was (at the time anyway) a nice day. She looked at me as if I had grown another head and told me that I could walk to gym if I wanted to. Then she went on a rant about how much easier it is to go to gym without taking me or my sister. When she was the one that made us join in the first place. It’s not like we had a say in the matter. Anyway it resulted in an argument and I ended up having to go anyway. This is the same women who kept saying I didn’t play double bass enough. Remind me never to become a parent.
I had course counselling yesterday. It was alright. They told me not to do maths. I can’t complain. Jackson brought a huge folder full of work and reports with him. It’s a fifteen minute interview for god’s sake.
This is my open mind index on last fm for anyone who cares.
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Maths And Other Disasters
August 25, 2008 at 10:17 am | Posted in Uncategorized | 1 CommentTags: Friends, Life, school
My friend Jackson is a funny one. He’s strangely intense about things. It is almost impossible to tell if he’s being serious or not.Some strange things do come out of his mouth and I often find myself hoping that he is joking or at least being sarcastic. Sadly he is usually dead serious.
He’s the kind of guy who goes on about how smart he is and how much he studies and how many practice essays he has written. Yet when it comes to the tests, he gets a B at best(not that there’s anything wrong with that but with all his bragging it is pretty funny).
We do share one thing in common though: an incredible lack of mathematical skills.
We both do general maths together. While I attempt the work(usually while listening to music,mind you), he draws imaginary countries in his book. In the past he has asked me where to locate capital cities etc. And yes, he was being serious. Anyway today in maths he was reading through a book about jobs and interviews etc. This led to the following conversation:
Maths Teacher
in think Asian accent) what’s wrong with you jackson?
Jackson: I’m doing something that is more important than maths. I’m planning my future.
Maths Teacher: You’re planning your future in my class? In my class?
Sad thing was, both of them were being serious…
An update on the school situation: I didn’t get into the nerd school. Slightly disappointing but maybe it’s for better. Also, I wish my school would stop hiring incompitent English teachers.
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