You're no skim milk, baby...

Sam said and snogged the face off of Mercedes. Isn't love grand? What are the odds of me wanting to write a post about careers and people I admire and then Glee airing an episode about what to do after graduation? Life is strange sometimes. Anyway, as the first post of this new, renovated blog I want to write about people that I admire. People who I have great respect for. People who can only be an inspiration to others. Okay, they didn't come up with a cure for any diseases, nor did they save any children or invented a flying car, but they are people who deserve some recognition. The people I am talking about are four friends of mine who all have two things in common: They know exactly what that want to do and they know me, which, in itself, is quite extraordinary!
   These four girls, or rather women, are women that I know from different stages of my life and I feel blessed that I know them. I've know S since primary school which means that I have known her for more than ten years. I got to know J when I played in a marching band so that means that I have known her for about eight years. M is a friend from high school and I have known her for four years. And then there is T who I got to know at uni. All of these women are truly my best friends!

The inevitable question that you first time get when you're two is "what do you want to be when you grow up?" we all remember replying, loud and proud: "a pony!" and why not a pony? They get to walk on all fours, eat, run and, best of all, shit everywhere! How can that not be desirable? As we grow older, our replies change and I clearly remember my friend saying (when she was nine) that she wanted to be a sales assistant because sitting at a tilt all day long, bibbing the one thousandth can of tuna looked so cool. Then comes the teen years where we are really confused and when asked "what do you want to do when you grow up?" we'd answer, "be left the f***k alone!" It has taken me some time figuring out what I want to be when I "grow up" and I did remember a time when I didn't want to grow up at all because, and I'm quoting me age five, "I don't want to grow up because grown ups don't eat sweets." How wrong could I be!! Now I have my own money to spend on sweets!

Now that I am 20 (still hurst a bit to say), studying my dream course (marketing and media), I have almost figured out what I want to be when I grow up or, grow up more, but these four women, who I introduced earlier, have it all figured out!
   After much consideration and changing career path more than the average person, S has finally figured out what she wants to do. Admittedly, I did laugh when she told me, but after she talked me through it I was genuinely impressed. She has joined the army. And not only the "normal" army for "normal" people or whatever you want to call it, no, she joined the toughest path one could image and was actually advised not to take this route, but as my friend loves to challenge herself, she signed the contract with a smile. She'll begin training in a year and in the mean time she'll increase her gym time, stay off sweets, cakes and other things nice and just overall get her mind set on her new life. I can only salut her, take off my hat and pay my respects as that is truly badass!
   J is a very outgoing person and after our trip to McD she made it clearer to me what she wants to spend the rest of her life doing. She wants to be a musician. And no, I don't mean someone who sings songs they pretend to have written, no, I mean a real musician playing in an orchestra on her french horn. She knows it's hard and it takes a lot of work, but she also knows how to get there and she is well on her way. One can only applaud her for her determination and mindset as becoming a musician is much, much, much harder than becoming famous, no wait, I mean  "singer".
   The next person of who I admire is M. M is extremely interested in languages, but not just in learning languages. Her interest is in the root of languages and accents and she wants to study accents and phonetics. She might not know what do to with a degree like that, or rather, I don't know what she wants to do with a degree like that, but what I admire her for is that she is studying something that interests her more than anything and I really mean more than anything. She has a big fascination with accents and languages and this course could not be more right for her. What is cool is that she might not care that much where it can take her. What she cares about right now is keeping herself interested in studying and that can only be applauded!
   T is truly one of me best friends and I only got to know her a couple of months ago. She studies actuarial science and no, it has nothing to do with agriculture or science. It has a lot to do with math and to me she is a math genius, though when I tell her, she laughs stupidly while saying "no I'm not. I just really love it because it makes sense" to which I reply "math never makes sense!" She knew from a very early age that that was what she wanted to do and what she had to study to get there. With an actuarial science degree she can work in insurance and make big money (her words, not mine) How can that not be admired! Hat of and carrot cake to her!

I feel so blessed that I have such ambitious and motivated friends. Sure, I have my own ambitions and motivations, but what better to motivate you than your best mates? They make me want to work harder and truly go for what I want to do when I grow up.
As Sam from Glee would say it "You're the cream that raises to the top" (oh how I wish he now would snog my face off...)

I applaud you, ladies!

Until next time...

Addie

Hello again!

Okay, so I just realised that it has been two years since I posted my last post which is ridiculous! Life has been crazy and I'm just now trying to figure out what the hell I want to do with it and I think I might have come to some, well, opening (?) as to what to do, but more on that later.
First of all, I was a teenager when I started this blog (17 I believe) and now I'm 20 years which means that I ought to change the title of my blog, but I just can't. I like it. I might change it so it isn't "teenager", but perhaps individual? I don't know.
Second, I have to work out, for real now, what I want to do with this blog. I used to write about cloths (ish, anyway. I have realised that I might not know that much about cloths...), shoes (love them, but somehow spending my hard earned money on a sandwich just seems more sensible...), "love" (and I say "love" in quotes because I don't believe that I have ever been in love, but I have had a crush or two *wink, wink*) and just basically anything in between, but I think it's time for a real structure.
Third...I don't really have a third other than I'll see if I can write on this blog more often as I do enjoy it, but just can't be arsed sometimes, which is bad.

Anyway, that was just a "hey, I'm not dead, just lazy!" message and I hope to update more often!

Till next time!!

Addie

A Tale Of An 18 Year Old Gal

So, it's been a long time since I have posted anything and that is because school takes up a lot of my time and that is considering the fact that I am hating school - almost done, but the last couple of days that are left are the hardest because I know I have to work hard now. 

Anyway, I want to start a new segment called, "A tale from an 18 year old gal," - just like the headline indicates. I am going to write small stories from my life. Here is the first one:

“The Girl who liked a guy, who played the guitar, talked with a British accent and had a girlfriend.”

Gal (that is what I am going to call me :p), was so excited. She was going to a singing weekend with all her friends (or at least one good friend and a whole bunch of people with whom she shared the same interest). She’d been talking about this all week and now the weekend was finally here. Saturday she got up at seven – even though she wasn’t to meet the others for three hours – and got ready. She wore her new jeans and a top that she liked, a top that she knew she looked semi good in, put on her basic make up and put her hair in a ponytail so she could show of her earrings that were shaped like small stereos. All Star shoes and she considered a hat, but thought to herself: “I’m already ‘wearing’ a ponytail – too much with the hat as well”. She went out and met the other girls at the train station. She was the first one there, but another girl arrived short after. Gal didn’t know what to say to the other girl so they just sat in awkward silence for about 15 minutes only looking up and smiling at each other once a while. To Gal’s big delight her friend, (let’s just call her Smart) came. The two girls talked and talked till the rest of the girls came and they went on the train to the place where they were going to spend the entire day singing, a church.

   “Jump, yeah, that’s good, now, yell! Haha, good! Okay, now run on the spot and stop! And run! And stop! Okay, okay. Sit down” One of the helpers/instructors/bad translators said and started to introduce herself, the other helpers/instructors/bad translators, and the hosts/instructors/British persons. Of course Gal and Smart started talking about other things and didn’t get the names of any of the people. Smart started talking about economics and how she loved when economics of scale was to be reached in a country (Gal knew nothing about economics and she still hadn’t figured out what economics of scale was even though her teachers had talked about it for almost three years), so Gal started to pretend listening and started to look around in the church and that was when she saw him. He was wearing a black and white shirt, kinda baggy jeans and Timberland shoes. His hair was messy and he was humming to himself. Gal noticed that he wasn’t any of the participants of the weekend; he was sitting in the back with all stereo equipment. He looked at her, but she turned away fast, why she did that is still a mystery to her, even to this day. Smart was still talking, but she’d moved on to why Mac computers were better that Microsoft.

   “…and they are just so much lighter.” Smart said. That was the only part Gal had gotten. She looked back again to see if the guy was there, but he was gone. The day finally started for real and Gal and Smart was having a jolly old time (a good time) and in the break they thought of getting something to eat so they bought some candy. The thing about the candy was though that it was two years old. Gal and Smart had wondered why the candy was so cheap and figured that was why. They went back to the church and Gal saw the guy again. He smiled at her – he had a really nice smile, warm and cute – and she smiled back. She could feel things moving her in stomach and first she figured it was because of the guy’s smiles, but then she realized that it was the two year old candy. She was about to tell Smart what she had felt, but she could see in Smart’s face that she had realized the same and the girls hurried to the toilets. They came back and continued the day whit lots of singing and for Gal, lots of smiling to the guy. The day ended and the girl parted. On her way home Gal thought of the guy.

The next day Gal was even more excited about going to the church. “Jump, yeah, that’s good, now, yell! Haha, good! Okay, now run on the spot and stop! And run! And stop! Okay, okay. Sit down” the helpers/instructors/bad translators from yesterday said. This day was like the day before, just with more singing. Gal was sad. The guy was nowhere to be seen and Smart had stopped talking. Later the same day they were going to a mass/concert. Gal was thrilled. The guy was there and what better was, he was playing the guitar. Gal didn’t know what to do. He was just perfect. He seemed to like gospel music (it was a gospel weekend), he had a cute smile, she’d heart him talking to one of the instructors with a British accent – an accent that she just adored – and he played the guitar. Gal started thinking. According to her New Year’s Resolution anno 2010, she was to find a friend who played the guitar – check – and get that friend to help her play guitar. Was he it? She was sitting in a church, was this a sign from God? Should she do something? Ask him to teach her? Okay, she thought, next time I see him, I am going to ask him if he gives lessons, she thought. She was animated. This was to be the best day ever! She gathered some confidence and went to the guy. He was so much cuter close up.

   “Hi,” she muttered. The guy just looked at her, but not really looking at her. “Do you,” she said and then a girl, much taller than Gal, much prettier than Gal came up and kissed the guy him his mouth. Gal froze for a minute and then she turned around and left.

Normally, a girl like Gal would laugh, but that was exactly what she did :p She laugh all the way to Smart who thought she was laughing because of a really bad joke. She laughed all through the concert and when the instructors told her to smile she just thought of the incident with the guy, who played the guitar, talked with a British accent and had a girlfriend.

Moral of this story (if you can call it that):

-         All the good guys are always, married, gay, a celebrity, in relationships or just not interested – story of Gal’s life…  

Kid British - Awesome music

Happy Christmas and happy New Year!! (I don't quite know at what point in the new year you stop saying that...).

So I am in the state of mind that all music sucks and yet I listen to it (what can I do? I need my music!).

I was watching a show called Live From London, I think, and then a band, a fairly new band, stepped on to the stage. First I was like, Oh, a new band that is going to sound like every other band, so I didn't anticipate anything, but then they started and I was positively surprised to hear that their music was nice. It's not anything completely new since everythings already been done, but it was a nice change from the usual club-tunes as I would like to call it.

The band is British which is enough for me to be a wee bit more interested! Kid British is the name of the band and their album "It was this or football - first half)" is available now. It costs 5 pound at amazon.co.uk, but there's only 6 tracks on the CD which makes me think twice before I buy :p

This song is awesome and is called "Our house is dadless":

I hope that they can break through in Europe and later...the world! :D 

  

Confessions of An Eighteen Year Old Gal...

I have a new confession - accually more a complain rather than a confession:

I would like to confess what bugs me in these so called "wonderful" days up till the wonderful time of Christmas:

1) Writers who are not writers, but yet, write books! 

2) Couple who feel the need to show their love every were in every freaking possible way!

3) Assignments, but that's a continues bugging of mine and will probably never decrease in the bugging of my life...
- Don't think less of me!


1) I have nothing against books - the matter of the fact is that I LOVE books, can't get enough of them. In the moment I'm one of the last persons in the world to have begun reading the Twilight series and I LOVE (-ish...) them, anyway, what happened to the number of non-writers writing books? Everybody writes books now, everyone from some random guy called Steven Salve to Sarah Palin is writing and it's not like they write about anything interesting. They write about their life. No offense, but I don't care that much about what you did in the fifth grade! I know that some might think "but wait a minute! What are blogging then? Isn't that the same? Aren't blogging al about writing about yourself and your life" and that is true, but we don't get paid. We don't sit down for hours and think about our entire life and then write it al down.We don't go on tours to promote it and oh, did I mention that reading a blog is free? 
It just bugs me that the art of writing a book, which before you need degrees for - and kinda prestige - is now a thing everybody can do. It's not special anymore. The biography section in the book store is almost half the store! I'm just saying...


2) This is something that I think I have mentioned before, but my God, this is a thing that really bugs me: couples that kisses everywhere! It's oh so romantic to be in love! We are oh so in love that we can't keep our fingers and tongues to ourself! We have to show it to the world! No thank you!  
I was sitting in the bus the other day, reading my book, minding my own business when I heard a couple approaching. Nothing wrong there. They were cute and I thought, maybe, just maybe they were different from all the other annoying couples out there in this wide world, but I soon learned that I was wrong. Not only did they start kissing loudly, the woman was chewing gum and she wasn't settled at all! So not only was I sitting, trying to read my book, listening to their kissing, the chewing of the women did it's work to get me all worked up. When I was about to get off I thought of saying something to them, but then I thought, my experiences has taught me that Karma can be a bitch so I better just not say anything, smile when I pass them and when I get home I could yell into a pillow whitch I did. I think the only reason, and that must be the only reason, why I don't like ("don't like" being an understatement) couples is that I have been single forever and when I say forever, I really do mean FOREVER, so, well, give pease a change, but please, let's leave love on the shel when we are out in the public, shall we? 


3) "This assignment is due in three days. I want you to spend 8 hours working on it. Three pages and hard copy or you will not pass", "I'm giving you a new assignment. 5 pages and it better be good.", "Where is the assignment I wanted you to do? Oh, i didn't mention it? Well, then I want it tomorrow. 10 pages, 5 hours work, hard copy as well. I will not grade it. I might just skim through some of them and that will have to do it!" - I guess this says it all. The worst part is that I'm not even exaggerating, no, that's not even the worst part: it's all in the same week!

 Tune in for more Confessions of an eighteen year old gal!

Much stuff :p

AGB

New favorite song!

So, it's Thursday night. I'd just finish looking at my English assignment for the fourth time without really looking at it (and doing it). I toke the remote control (which indeed was very remote from me) and zapped through the channels: "Oh My God look at that...", "So if you take this and...", "This is the best birthday...", "but you said you love me..." and then suddenly I hear these words: "It's Hard To Say That I'd Rather Stay Awake When I'm Asleep, Cause Everything Is Never As It Seems" with the most beautiful voice (I am overreacting, but you get the point) and I stopped zapping. I listened to the end of the song and I was amazed. Amazed and happy. Amazed, happy and pleased. I'd been walking around for some time, complaining about the fact that music had begun sucking and I need some new music. Finally a song that isn't about being in love, falling in love or falling out of it!
The song is called "Fireflies" from the band Owl City (but I think it's just a one-man band) and the singer is called Adam R. Young (he's 23 :p )

Here it is:


I just love it!

Confession Of An Eighteen Year Old Gal...

I have a confession:

1) I think Totally Spies is sooo cool!
2) I am Batman!
3) I'm a HUGE fan of the Jonas Brothers

- Don't think less of me!

1) I know that Totally Spies is for small kids or "tweenies" as they are called now, but I think they are so cool and they way the solve different cases totally girly and you know, girl power and they roll!!

2) Yes, yes. I know that it is hard to believe, but yes, I am a big fan of Batman (I know that I wrote that I was Batman, but that was just to grab your attention :p ) He is so cool. I know that Superman can fly and Spider-man crawl on walls and the Greenlight...ermh....has a green-light?, but Batman he can build his own devices. He does it all the old school way and that is way cooler then ultra light eye killing thing!

3) The Jonas Brothers' fan scope goes from 2 to 14 and then 35 to about 54 (the parents of teenage daughters), but I have to say, the Jonas Brothers kicks ass! I've got all their CDs (all four of them!) Some of their song are kinda mainstream, nothing new, a lot of love songs, but there is just something about Joe when he sings BB Good and when Nick twist his voice when he sings Goodnight, Goodbye and when Kevin...ermh...he's got a nice butt :) They melt my heart and I am not ashamed of being the only one in my class (and my school) to say that I love them! I am proud to say: "I am a Jonas Brother fan!"

Tune in for more Confessions of an eighteen year old gal!

Much stuff :p

AGB