How to Keep it Kool When Your at Skool

So, I've just got to write a blog post.  Close my eyes and let the inner cool kid pour out.  Today I finally finished reading My Name is Red by Orhan Pamuk for World Literature.  Argh.  Biggest achievement of my life.  But the celebration was a bit crap...getting confused about relative velocity questions and then doing no other work for the rest of the day...   But anyway, moral of the story, in the fifteen hundreds Islamic world, behind a blind artist meant that you could totally paint exactly what Allah perceives.  Going blind is Allah's reward for your being a good guy.  Oh, I've forgotten what that had to do with what I was saying.

So where have I gotten this new inspiration to write about myself from?  I'm listening to the Bee Gees!  Dude, don't want to sound uncool or anything, but I've been a FAN since before I even knew about iTunes.

So, in the holidays I took Miss Dahl's Voluptuous Delights to my friend's house to show her and then she just sat there reading it.  It's this great cookbook by Sophie Dahl.  I'd like to say, "that's what I've been eating" but actually I've been eating these sour, hard kiwi fruits that just did not ripen even though they had been sitting in my kitchen for nearly a month.  And Sophie Dahl writes not just about the dishes, but the book is also a memoir of her relationship with food; there are funny stories from her childhood, her teenage-girl era, modelling career, and omg this time when her personal trainer forgot to hang up the phone to her and then he was bitching about her to his mate, and then how food has shaped her as a person, like, self -realisation etc.  It's witty, funny and very clever.  She's a great writer.  And it's not a health trash spiel book.  Joanna and I seriously recommend it.  Also, she wears gumboots and just gives off this total Clarice Bean vibe!

So what have I been seeing around at the "indiest school in town"?  Hahaha, lol, so my friend who doesn't go to my school asked me in awe if it is like a "mini-Melbourne" and I was like, lol, what a nice fantasy, I'm  glad that's not true because otherwise I would totes not fit in due to my dagginess.  So,

1. People saying "LOL", like, to your face.  Anyway, in French class we were going to maybe watch LOL but now we actually aren't, we're watching this movie called Entre les Murs  about this Year 9/10 class in Paris in the 20th.  It's quite interesting.  The challenges depicted present heaps to reflect on about school.  Which is an Indie topic, right?
2. Ripped black stockings.  Dear people who wear these, how the hell do you get into them when they barely exist?
3. Leggings without a long top.  This was not one of "the looks" at my old school.  Here's what I've learned: the philosophy behind this look is that attention will be drawn to how long your legs are and people will gaze and comment about how you have the best legs, how you're so cute, how you're so sexy.  So, pieces that go with leggings are sandals, boots, all black, necklaces with crosses on them, cropped tops, see-through garments, and of course converse.
4. Fountain pens.  That is what the hipster shit is made of - quality shit.  (Yeah, maybe I should stop acting into the keyboard.  Like, I don't even know if hipster say "made of or "made from".)  Anyway, I don't get what people mean when they use "shit" as a noun.  What is the feeling they are trying to convey, what are they trying to say?  Oh, and also when they refer to people as "being a dick"?  Does that mean Tom/Dick/Harry punched you in the face?  Bitched about you?  Said something stuck-up?  Wanna be anymore vague?

So now I PROMISE that at sometime I will photograph these great French Vogues from the 1990s (yes, some are older than I am) that are in my French classroom.  Some advertisements are so rookiemag.  Hahahaha.  Love you long time.