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

Chris Lowell, Mr. T, Mr D and other good stuff

So, it's been a couple of weeks since I've written and that is because I started school again (be cool, consider another school...). School is rather interesting (interesting meaning Monday, most of Tuesday and Wednesday was cancelled/virtual) I have learned next to nothing the last past days and I quite like it like that.

There's a lot of new students in my school, and because I am who I am, I look for cute boys, but, but, I'm a senior now and looking at freshments to see if there's any good...it just feels kinda wrong. I have only seen Mr. T ones. Still cute. Still quite stupid looking. But, but, but, I think he is single which should work out in my favor, but no. I would never in a billion years walk to up Mr. T and say "Hey. I have been looking at you and thinking about you and writing about you on my blog and I think we have a connection. Would you like to go out on a date with me?"

I’ve found myself a new feller to long after (I don't see Mr. T as often as before, so had to find something new :p). I call him Mr. D. He is the total opposite of Mr. T. He, unlike Mr. T is smart. I have to admit that I quite hate him. He thinks he is smarter than everyone else and he isn't. He just knows how to say "I think that you are wrong about that" and make it sound like something like this "I think that the point of view that you are presenting is quite wrongful and I would have to say that I completely disagree with you". The thing about him is not only the fact that he thinks he is smarter than everyone else, also that he is at least one year younger than me! I hate it when someone who is younger than me has to tell me what I have to do! And I know that it’s only one year, but that is enough to get me all cranky. "No, the way that you are performing that act is wrong and you should consider another approach." I Actually really, really dislike him and I think I should keep looking for a new Mr. to long after…

Now, to talk about something totally different: I think I am in love...I am sooo kidding! Like I fall in love! Hellz no! No, it's just, you know the series Private Practice (I'm not going to explain what it is or what it is about. You can YouTube it and see for yourself!) Chris Lowell. He gets way to little credit and attention than he should! He's cute and good looking and handsome (I know that is just three ways of saying that he is hot, but my God he is!)

I am going to LA!! Three weeks all by myself! I am going to work as an intern at a company called blush.com Please go check it out!

That was all for now :)

The King of Pop is really dead...

I know that it has been a long time since I have been writing and it would be a lie if I told you that I haven’t had anything to write about, but as it turns out, I am lazy as hell, but today I feel like I...want to write.

Now, I know that you already know that The King of Pop (Michael Jackson) is dead and if you didn't, then you must live in a cave (but, okay, if you lived in a cave you wouldn't be able to read this...). I still don't quite believe that he is dead. I mean, it's Michael Jackson, he can't die. You know the three words Michael Jackson and dead just sounds wrong in the same sentence.

I haven't cried and I'm not gonna. It is sad as hell and I really, really loved MJ, but I just can't seem to cry.

Okay, here come the part where I say what I think killed him:
Yes, the paper and CNN said that he died from a cardio arrest, and that is probably true, but I don't think that that was all. I think that the pressure from the media, not to mention all the prosecutions of child molestation plays a part. He was getting ready for the tour and people had a lot of expectations to that tour and we all know...sorry...knew MJ as a people pleaser. He didn't want to let his fans down, but the pressure was too high and his hart suffered a lot from that.

I will always remember MJ as the little one with the biggest afro in Jackson Five, as the not so scary, but rather cute zombie in the Thriller music video and as the God Father of dance and let's not forget the creator of the Moonwalk.

I woke up this morning feeling a bit weird. I kept telling myself: 'No, he's not dead. He's in a coma and he will wake up and be all like ''don't cry for me children, I'm right here''', but as I turned on my computer, turned on my TV and looked at the news paper front page it hit me 'Michael Joseph Jackson is...he really is...he is..." I can't even bring myself to write anymore.

The greatest musician ever, is gone and we are gonna miss Bad. It's like a Thriller, reading all the headlines, but you just have to remember, that You Are Not Alone and that no matter what he would have thought that you were a P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thing). Don't get all Dirty Diana, when reading this. Of course we are all sad, that is just Human Nature, but we have to Beat It. We can't just Blame It On The Boggie and just remember The Love You Save, Shake Your Body and Don’t Stop ‘Till You Get Enough. Get off the Wall and Heal the World – you know he would!

Michael Jackson, Rest in Peace and you Rock(ed) my World!