Girl Band

I remember back when I was in grade 2 and 3 my two friends and I had a dream. Well, really, my friend Madeline and I had the dream. Meg was allowed to join after we found out she had more talent than the both of us put together.

I'm not sure what inspired us, but I'm assuming it was either Britney Spears (our focused obsession at the time) or The Spice Girls, who give us the idea of creating a Girl Band. We wanted to be famous. Sing in front of other people. We began planning, our eager little minds buzzing at the prospect of Making IT. Our steps were guided by a small paperback novella entitled something like "How to form a GIRL BAND" or "CHICKY BABIES KNOW HOW TO ROCK!" It provided us with the steps to success:

1. Find members (check)

2. Find motivation (...check)

3. Find a look:

Our look consisted of many layers of purple eye shadow and a lipstick which would've been happy on a corner turning tricks. Unfortunately. We discussed the possibility of each taking on a persona, a la Spice, but after too many fights over who would get to be "the cute, girly one" we ditched the idea. We would just have to submit to glitter, gold and overly large high heels stolen from our mothers.

We had our look.

4. Find a name:
The name-finding eventually turned out to be our downfall (but let's not skip ahead). The Book provided us with a list of random words, of which we were supposed find a name by writing them down on torn pieces of paper and pulling them out of a hat. The list contained (but was not limited to) words like the following:

Ice. Groovy. Babies. Chickies. Spunky. Kittens. Sugar. Awesome. Sparkle. Cool.

I'm sure you get the idea.

We slaved over our pieces of paper, creating the perfectly squared slices of our future. Scrawled over each sliver was a name, written with care, (any mistakes made were thrown in the rubbish).

And so, we piled our precious, promising words into a pile on the floor, after being unable to find a hat. We closed our eyes, wished, and each withdrew a word.

"Ok," Madeline said, always the leader, "Open them up! We are: The Kittens..."
"Cool!" I screamed
"Spunky!" yelled Meg with vigor. We looked at each other, our smiles radiating off our little faces.

The Kittens Cool Spunky.

Slowly, our smiles faded to be replaced by disappointment; our plan had failed. We returned to the book.

5. Get song writin'!
We decided our first concert would be to our grade 2/3 class, at lunch the day after the failed name ceremony. We would come up with a name after we'd performed at our first 'gig' - the book was wrong. So, Madeline assigned me to be the Song Writer. I eagerly took up the task, willingly pulling towards me a fresh pile of paper after the two girls had left my house. I wrote my heart out.

Now, shifting away from the story for a moment, I would just like to state how sad I am I don't still have a copy of this song. It was pretty brilliant. I mean, who else can come up with the words:

ooooh, ohhhhh,
I wish you'd cry for me.
die for me,
Jump through hoops and sing for me,
ooooh, ooooohhhh.

You get the idea. Man I was original.

Our concert received many a clapping hand before the kids turned back to their game of four square, and we were left with buzzing veins and a thirst for more. We consulted the book:

6. Stick it out! You never know what will happen!

What? No agency numbers? No details on how to call talent scouts?

We decided that maybe we were a lost cause.

We couldn't even come up with a good name!!




My point is that I could never write lyrics then and I'm seriously wondering how I'm going to write decent poetry in my literature SAC on Monday.

Hope you enjoyed =]

Um. Hi?

I know, I didn't Blog Every Day Where Possible. I ran out of the excuse of "it's not possible" after perhaps the third day. Basically, I didn't have anything to write about. When I did have something to write about, I was either a) actually too busy, b) too tired or c) I wrote it in my physical diary/notebook in which I'm now making daily entries. So far I've kept it pretty steady; if I miss a day, I just write two pages the next one. Why I've moved to handwriting rather than blogging is because I need to get used to handwriting, at least for the end of school. It's becoming serious, this education of mine, and I've had to start actually putting extra effort in wherever possible. But anyway, enough blah blah blah, I should write something better than this. It has been a while.

So, these holidays weren't really spent doing much, at least for the first two weeks. Week three was insane. I was exhausted. I slept when I could and tried to fit in reading but even then I couldn't manage much. I had 9-5 musical rehearsals Monday-Friday and Sunday. I also had three 18ths to attend. One of them was my own (I had a lovely time ^_^). They were still so much fun, despite being so demanding.

For my birthday I got a macbook pro. I can't believe I ever functioned with a PC. And I used to be a defender of PCs, quite a proud one too! I think I wrote a blog post about something like this :S I can't remember! But anyway, it's amazing, I can make superquick videos (assuming that I learn how to use iMovie :P) and on that note:

I am now posting weekly videos! Except, not on my own channel. Ahem.

I've joined a collab channel, along with Min and Sarah , that is focusing on popculture. My section is books ^_^ take a look, it began this week! I'm so excited about it!!!!

Alright, I would love to promise that I'll post more regularly but I don't want to, in case I have to break that =[

Now I have to go do homework.

I would like school to be finished now.


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