In every article I've read about blogging, it says to stay on topic.
I want to give you a fair warning now. I most definitely won't stay on topic. I have many different interests and I love sharing the knowledge I have about those interests with the world. One day, you might get a post about Scotland, or, airlines/airplanes, Criminal Minds, gymnastics, art, my life, who knows?
So that being, said I hope you enjoy what I have to say in the future.
Showing posts with label scotland. Show all posts
Showing posts with label scotland. Show all posts
Tuesday, 4 November 2014
Corpse Foot Jigs
To the minority that may actually be reading this, my day was a little interesting. Just a little. Not a lot.
As a university student on 'study break' (waste of time. I have never studied, although now would be a good time to start), I can sleep in quite late these days. My sisters, aged 14 and 11, leave for school at 7:50 and 8:10am respectively. But they are so freaking LOUD in the morning! They argue, and crash things around, slam doors, stomp on the tiles...it's a wonder I haven't killed one yet. Anyway, I was woken around 7:30 by my youngest sister clinking her spoon as she stirred her tea.
After 2 more hours of very uncomfortable sleep (you know when you're tired and you're dozing but not quite fully asleep and you just can't get comfortable?), I pulled myself out of bed. After Mum rang home to get me to run an errand, I ended up driving up to the shopping center to see her at work (funnily enough, I also work there).
I hung around long enough to annoy her and then came back home to make lunch. Lunch was not exciting. I don't normally eat big meals during the day, which is probably so bad for my diet, but I just don't have the motivation to cook a healthy meal. Anyway, today I was unusually hungry when I got back home, so it was a 'what can I excavate out of the freezer today' kind of situation.
Yeah, it was kinda sad. I salvaged some pan ready paratha bread (Indian flatbread that is greasy as all get out), and fried up three of those. While they were cooking...
...I danced around my house to Albannach - more specifically 'Corpse Foot Jigs' and 'Auld Nick's A Piper'. For clarification, Albannach (THE MIGHTY NACH) is a Scottish tribal pipes and drums band. There is something liberating about their music. Dad doesn't think so ("drive your car to Nana's and couldn't figure out how to work the bloody radio so I had to listen to your bloody bagpipes the whole way. TEN SONGS"), but I feel like the Scottish beast (I know some people will laugh at me for that, laugh all you like) inside of me just lets itself out.
After dancing like I was at a Scottish festival (maybe I'll do that when I go to Scotland), I lounged around and watched The Social Network (2010), which honestly wasn't exactly enthralling. It was interesting and had me Googling all different things about Facebook, I'll give it that, but it was kind of...flat.
Then I had to pick up the monsters and take them to my grandma's, which I do every Tuesday afternoon, and of course that means I get to see my FAVOURITE little monster. Boyd. He's a cheeky little feral but my god this kid is cute.
As a university student on 'study break' (waste of time. I have never studied, although now would be a good time to start), I can sleep in quite late these days. My sisters, aged 14 and 11, leave for school at 7:50 and 8:10am respectively. But they are so freaking LOUD in the morning! They argue, and crash things around, slam doors, stomp on the tiles...it's a wonder I haven't killed one yet. Anyway, I was woken around 7:30 by my youngest sister clinking her spoon as she stirred her tea.
After 2 more hours of very uncomfortable sleep (you know when you're tired and you're dozing but not quite fully asleep and you just can't get comfortable?), I pulled myself out of bed. After Mum rang home to get me to run an errand, I ended up driving up to the shopping center to see her at work (funnily enough, I also work there).
I hung around long enough to annoy her and then came back home to make lunch. Lunch was not exciting. I don't normally eat big meals during the day, which is probably so bad for my diet, but I just don't have the motivation to cook a healthy meal. Anyway, today I was unusually hungry when I got back home, so it was a 'what can I excavate out of the freezer today' kind of situation.
Yeah, it was kinda sad. I salvaged some pan ready paratha bread (Indian flatbread that is greasy as all get out), and fried up three of those. While they were cooking...
...I danced around my house to Albannach - more specifically 'Corpse Foot Jigs' and 'Auld Nick's A Piper'. For clarification, Albannach (THE MIGHTY NACH) is a Scottish tribal pipes and drums band. There is something liberating about their music. Dad doesn't think so ("drive your car to Nana's and couldn't figure out how to work the bloody radio so I had to listen to your bloody bagpipes the whole way. TEN SONGS"), but I feel like the Scottish beast (I know some people will laugh at me for that, laugh all you like) inside of me just lets itself out.
After dancing like I was at a Scottish festival (maybe I'll do that when I go to Scotland), I lounged around and watched The Social Network (2010), which honestly wasn't exactly enthralling. It was interesting and had me Googling all different things about Facebook, I'll give it that, but it was kind of...flat.
Then I had to pick up the monsters and take them to my grandma's, which I do every Tuesday afternoon, and of course that means I get to see my FAVOURITE little monster. Boyd. He's a cheeky little feral but my god this kid is cute.
(I mean, come on. This kid is ADORABLE)
He was being a little turkey as usual until I took him out the back to look at the fish pond in my grandparents' backyard. He liked that until he realised he can see the cars on the road from the backyard. So off we went to stand on the fence while he waved 'bye bye' to every car that went past. He did learn a new word though.
Bus.
Bravo cutiepie.
So after surviving the drive home (there are some serious idiots out there), I lounged again, and then had to go to dancing. Nothing really exciting to share from that except we finished two concert routines tonight and by the end of it, I was sweating like a pig. And my childhood cancer ribbon was stabbing me in the chest so I had to pin it to my shorts.
Fun times.
Catcha later.
Blogging my way to Scotland
Well I did it! I finally joined the land of blogging (I can hear some of my friends applauding this in the background).
The reason I started this blog is probably like many others out there. Somewhere to put all my thoughts. Talk about myself for twenty paragraphs with the glimmer of hope that someone out there cares how much Vegemite I had on my toast this morning (Answer: None. I don't eat breakfast).
But I also started it because of an event that hasn't even happened yet. To be honest, there isn't any real certainty that it WILL happen. But hopefully my drive and determination to make it happen will help get there.
This thing that I speak of is a trip to Scotland. Actually, in my mind, I refer to it as more of a pilgrimage.
You see, I am an Australian born girl. But my maternal grandparents were born in Scotland - in the towns of Beith and Hamilton. My mum always said when I was growing up that she would have loved to take me and my sisters to Scotland, but it was something we just could not afford. Therefore, I decided a few months ago that it is something I must achieve for myself. And when I finally get there, knowing that I funded myself and worked hard for it will be the greatest feeling of fulfillment I've ever had.
The reason this trip will be a pilgrimage for me is because I know that by going to Scotland, I will discover myself and learn so much more about my heritage and culture. The day I am immersed in that beautiful country is the day I greatly look forward to.
But enough about Scotland, and a little about myself.
As said, I'm Australian. I live in the 'boring' (beautiful) city of Perth, on the western coast. Maternally, I am Scottish, and paternally, I am Australian, but my paternal roots probably trace back to England. I'm 18 years old and still haven't touched an alcoholic beverage (18 is the legal age in Australia and many Commonwealth countries). I have danced since the age of three and have a back like an elastic band - hence my favourite style of dance is acrobatics, and I also take part in gymnastics.
I am the driving force behind the Twitter hashtag #believeforchloe. This was started in the name of childhood cancer but the story behind it is one for another time.
If you got to the bottom of this post, congratulations. I probably bored you to death.
The reason I started this blog is probably like many others out there. Somewhere to put all my thoughts. Talk about myself for twenty paragraphs with the glimmer of hope that someone out there cares how much Vegemite I had on my toast this morning (Answer: None. I don't eat breakfast).
But I also started it because of an event that hasn't even happened yet. To be honest, there isn't any real certainty that it WILL happen. But hopefully my drive and determination to make it happen will help get there.
This thing that I speak of is a trip to Scotland. Actually, in my mind, I refer to it as more of a pilgrimage.
You see, I am an Australian born girl. But my maternal grandparents were born in Scotland - in the towns of Beith and Hamilton. My mum always said when I was growing up that she would have loved to take me and my sisters to Scotland, but it was something we just could not afford. Therefore, I decided a few months ago that it is something I must achieve for myself. And when I finally get there, knowing that I funded myself and worked hard for it will be the greatest feeling of fulfillment I've ever had.
The reason this trip will be a pilgrimage for me is because I know that by going to Scotland, I will discover myself and learn so much more about my heritage and culture. The day I am immersed in that beautiful country is the day I greatly look forward to.
But enough about Scotland, and a little about myself.
As said, I'm Australian. I live in the 'boring' (beautiful) city of Perth, on the western coast. Maternally, I am Scottish, and paternally, I am Australian, but my paternal roots probably trace back to England. I'm 18 years old and still haven't touched an alcoholic beverage (18 is the legal age in Australia and many Commonwealth countries). I have danced since the age of three and have a back like an elastic band - hence my favourite style of dance is acrobatics, and I also take part in gymnastics.
I am the driving force behind the Twitter hashtag #believeforchloe. This was started in the name of childhood cancer but the story behind it is one for another time.
If you got to the bottom of this post, congratulations. I probably bored you to death.
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