Mall Prank.

Today was the last ever study period that we would have before we leave school forever. In study we always go down to the mall, period 2 study means we can get there in time for McDonald’s breakfast but period 3 study just means burgers or ‘real McDonald’s’ as Abby calls it.

It was period 3 study today and coincidentally it fell on the ‘last day of Delux Cheeseburger combos’. I am not a burger fan myself but I had orders for my friends that I needed to fill. So we all went up to the counter and Lucy asked if they were still serving them, but to our DISGUST the employee replied “No.” Things were not good after this point.

After carrying out our brief McDonald’s boycott by getting KFC the girls decided to look at things for Cup Day so we mished to Bling where Lucy left her phone in the shop, I noticed just in time and pocketed it to give back to her later. We all went to Glassons and looked at various dresses, hats and swimsuits, Abby mistook some random for me and stared her deep in the eyes. In a creepy way of course.

I pulled out my phone and checked a text from Andrew that I had recieved and Lucy, unfortunately saw this and noticed her own phone was missing. My original plan was to keep her phone and hopefully she wouldn’t notice until we got back to school and then she would think she had left it at the mall.

Lucy went into a panic and asked frantically if any of us had her phone. I could feel it safely in my pocket but I wanted to see where it would go. In a non-creepy way of course.

Things spiralled out of control from this point onwards when Lucy decided that she must have thrown her phone into the rubbish bin with our empty KFC snackboxes. I knew this wasn’t the case but still I wanted to see where it would go.

Lucy was moving too fast and before I could stop her she had asked the cleaner whether she could search the bin for her cellphone. I started to feel a little guilty at this point but I still wouldn’t tell.

When they opened up the rubbish bin and Lucy started looking desperately inside the guilt wave washed over me. I pulled it out of my pocket and tried to pawn it off onto someone else but no one would take it. Lucy turned around to see me holding it – she looked an odd mix of relieved and MAD AS HELL.

She thanked the cleaner, took her phone and proceeded to punch me in the arm several times.

It was worth it.

In a non-creepy way of course.

Just turn it off.

Lately I haven’t had much exciting happen and so I have lacked in blog entries for this very reason.

But yesterday something did happen, and I feel I could write enough in sufficient detail that would make it a lengthy enough post that I could call a blog.

Me and Andrew were going to a movie last night, The Year One to be precise. Can’t remember most of it to be honest. But before the film started we were just mishing round the mall having a look at clothes for Andrew and trying on hats and things until we decided to go into Dick Smith Electronics.

Our main reason for entry was to see if they had a play-in-store Guitar Hero set up.

They didnt.

So I pointed out that we were near the Mac section of the store, Andrew walked on over, just a little too fast for a PC fan… And we began to browse at the various hunks of Mac crap.

We were viewing the iMovie application on the 28 inch iMac when we came across a particularly interesting video. It seemed to be two guys innocently filming themselves on the iSight until we watched more of the clip dated 26 June 2009.

One of the young men proceeded to walk away from the camera with his back turned, baggy pants of course, as I commented “Pull your pants up!”. But alas he could not hear me 3 months later.

The other young man was still viewing himself on screen while to our disgust, and enjoyment, the further away young man pulled up his long coat to reveal his bottom. No wonder his pants were so low – he had been planning to record himself mooning an in-store iSight. He held his coat up above his waist for a few seconds before dropping it back down, hoisting up his trousers and walking out of shot.

Andrew and I were gobsmacked. The ideas that these people get…

I had skipped back in the clip track to watch it again to make sure my eyes weren’t fooling me and this guy really had flashed in the Dick Smith store when a shop assistant approached and asked us what was going on.

I explained to him what I had witnessed and his solution was;

1) Ask for help from another employee.

2) Turn off the monitor.

3) Refuse my offer to delete the incriminating clip.

What a great employee, he sure knew his iMacs. I like how even after 3 months that clip had still not been deleted.

A New Season

Cricket is starting back soon. I’m excited. I love cricket and while I’m not very good at the game I enjoy getting up on a Saturday ready to play five or six hours of it.

It’s easily my favourite sport.

The only downside is that most of the team from last season have changed clubs or quit so now I don’t really know too many people in my team but it’ll be okay. I have six months to get to know everybody before winter comes around again.

I think I like having something to occupy my Saturdays so I can feel like I have some kind of routine to my summer. It keeps me busy and away from parties. I’m not implying that parties are bad… but I’m not really a fan of the alcohol scene.

Some may call me boring but I really don’t care. I am the way I am and I sure as hell ain’t gonna change for anybody cause as long as I’m happy, no one else matters.

I’m not sure when my first game is, but I hope it’s soon.. I’m excited to get my blue and gold kit on and get out there on the field. The wind, the grass, the ball, and the floaty white things at Pirott Park.

I CAN’T WAIT.

Friday

So there I was. Standing outside in the warm spring lunchtime sun chatting and laughing until it was time to go inside.

I followed the queue of people inside and sat myself at a desk with an assortment of papers scattered on it. Four white stapled sheets and a single folded blue sheet. I cringed inside.

Dumping my calculator and drink bottle on the desk I took my seat as the girls behind me filed past to find their own seats that would hold them hostage for up to three hours. I pulled my pens from my pocket and lay them on top of the papers attempting to shield my eyes from the title and words written on the paper.

I have to squint to see the people at the front of the hall clearly, they seem small when I am sitting so far back at a small wooden desk with not enough room to allow me to cross my legs.

“You can start now.” I hear the younger woman say, she may be younger I can’t tell. Nan just looks so old anyone would be young next to her. I can’t wait to start and let all my knowledge be thrown onto the paper. I open the exam and fold over the corner. When I read the first question (rumoured to be the easiest) I utter a quiet profanity. I can’t even answer the easiest question in the test, how am I meant to sit here for three hours and ‘work’.

I eat a lolly, distracting myself for a short moment before I drag myself back to the test and begin to work slowly and unsurely towards finding some kind of answer for the questions. Anything to fill in those blank, mocking spaces will be a blessing.

My pen suddenly springs to life and writes down an answer before I can even begin to wonder if it makes sense. I don’t care if I flunk but my pen and Casio are working together to aid me getting something written down.

An hour into the exam, I’m done.

No one else puts their hand up to leave, not even Kathryn. I stay put and decide to check over my answers again and again. Making miniscule tweaks here and there but nothing drastic that will help me achieve.

Half an hour passes and I am definitely ready to leave now, with or without anyone else. I hear Steph behind me asking the old man if she can leave, by the sound of it he is insisting she stay until three. Knowing I’m in the same boat I feel my heart sink. The sun will be gone by the time I finally escape.

Angel

I helped Andy film his ‘Angel’ film today. I am the angel. Bobby is Daniel.

It was pretty much a lazy Wednesday because I had the day off since I didn’t have any exams today and technically I’m on ’study leave’ this week. Except Monday wasn’t counted because my school is extremely homosexual and encourages all students to ’strive for excellence’ by forcing them to cram study in on a Monday night after a hard day at school (everyone knows that Monday is the worst day of the week, apart from school administration of course).

Anyway we drove out to the quarry and didn’t start shooting until about 4:30 (the gates closed at 6 so we had to be quick anyway). Andy wanted us to shoot a page worth of footage today but he always wants to do about five or six takes of each shot, even if we get it right three times. Because of his Hollywood-director style of filming we only got through three lines of dialogue and some scenery shots in an hour and a half. It had already been dragged out to two days but now it’ll be three or four before it’s done.

Andy, I luv ya, but you don’t need to do so many takes of each shot. On a short film like this which isn’t serious and won’t be seen by many people you only need two or three takes per shot. You’re doing double and it’s taking twice as long. Your film really could’ve been shot in two days but now it’ll drag into four.

It wastes time, camera battery, breath, energy and cookies to keep Bobby and I from laughing, taking so many takes. Also it means there is a crapload of footage for you to sift through while you’re editing – which you probably like. But I find it’s completely unnecessary. =S

Late People.

I hate people that are late.

It’s okay if the time you arrange is general, like say, ‘midday’ or ‘this afternoon’ or even ‘later’ but if you set a specific time for meeting and they are late it’s awful.

Say I wanted to go to a particular music evening which starts at 7, I would probably like to be early. Say we know it takes 15 minutes from your house to my house and then 5 minutes from my house to the venue – you would want to be at my house at 6:45 to pick me up probably, allowing ten minutes for traffic and unexpected scenarios. Arriving early is fine, arriving late IS NOT.

Why in the world would you decide to eat your dinner at 6:30 knowing it takes at least 20 minutes travelling time?

Plus if you are a certain boyfriend that wants to allow time for being cute and hugging and stuff then why would you arrive later than arranged? It’s blimmin’ annoying.

I find it extremely disrespectful if people are late to meet you at an arranged time. It’s like they can’t be bothered to meet you on time.

Like my father for instance, he LIKES people waiting for him so he can make a huge fuss over how he is late and has to rush around the house madly getting ready while his guests are waiting on him. I don’t understand people like that. Why create a huge mad dash for the finish line? It seems utterly pointless.

DON’T BE LATE.

Froco

Today I went to the mall in my study period with several friends.

They decided to smoke in the car, I did not like this. Smoking is disgusting and I hate it, to find out two of my friends smoke regularly was very disappointing.

I found out that you can get frozen coke AND frozen raspberry from McDonald’s! I asked the lady if I could mix them and she said, “Yeah.” really boring like. What a douchebag, if I worked at McDonald’s I would get very excited about a frozen raspberry and coke.

It was bloody good too.

YEAH BLOGGIN’

I’ve never really had a blog before but since I like to write, I felt maybe it was time I made one.

Well I am Amy, but call me AJ. We’re all friends here yeah? Shall I tell a story so y’all feel like you know me? *crickets* Okay sweet as, I will.

Ooooh, today Louise, Abby and I got locked in the common room after school. We were filming some shots for Louise’s Angel film, which is part of the application process for New Zealand Broadcasting School. And she’s lame and can’t do it on her own so we stayed behind to help her.

Anyway we finished filming at about 5,  Abby was going to take me home, but Louise’s daddy was only coming at 5:30. So we hanged (hung is not a word apparently) around in the common room for a while. Katie left at quarter past so then it was just the three of us. Well then we heard someone in the Student Office corridor, then we heard them lock the door. Then the lovely (and when I say lovely I mean creepy) caretaker came along and tried the common room door handle from the outside, t’was locked although we were still inside.

Louise panicked, being the drama queen she is. But Abby and I remained calm and tried to find a way out so Louise’s dad wouldn’t be left waiting when he finally arrived at 5:30. We considered staying the night in the common room (it had been a dream of ours for a while) but alas being Friday it would have been several nights and food was already running low. We made a quick vlog on Louise’s camera explaining the situation and then we decided to climb out the window (we had done it before and now considered it a skill after all).

We managed to escape… This time.

My life is so boring…