One of my favourite blog writers Pip just wrote ten things about her wonderful self on her blog and hence force issued a request to the world to follow suit. So before I dash out the door to class, behold! My random ten things about Amnesty.
- I love Sharpie markers and my journal is a conglomerate of musings, lists and future dreams. I don’t separate my daily appointments, schedules, to do lists or wandering thoughts into separate books. It all goes into one book, as I only have one life!
- I have globophobia – a fear of balloons. I generally don’t broadcast this fact as people like to ‘test’ my fear and for some reason find it hysterically amusing.
- About twice a year I get my sister to come and do a ‘purge and cleanse’ of my wardrobe. She’s brutal and has great fashion taste. She takes no prisoners when it comes to getting rid of stuff. She’s a like a fashion doctor that rips off band-aids you’ve had for too long.
- Every weekend growing up my family would sit down in the afternoon for ‘afternoon tea’. Dad put the kettle on, brewed a pot of tea and we would grab a biscuit from the bikkie tin and settle down in the lounge room. It was so cool when we got two biscuits, or if we had Tim Tams. Sigh. Tim Tams. You make my world go round. I still do ‘afternoon tea’ to this day.
- Whenever I see musical theatre and hear the overture, I feel like a bottle of champagne is opening up, where glee shoots from my toes up to my face and explodes in a smile.
- I’m very competitive. I’ll smile sweetly to your face but I’ll already have a plan to take you out forming in my brain. Oh my. That sounded…..awful. Ahem. Sorry. *smiles sweetly*
- In a theatre production last year I managed to kick my shoe 30 feet in the air during a dance routine. It exploded into orbit and came back down on an elevated platform above the stage, clocking a guitarist in the head.
- I love wearing crazy eyeshadow. I’ll draw swirls with eyeliner, mismatch my eyes and wear electric blue and neon pink together. Why not? Seriously…why not? In other news, my favourite artist Doe Deere is officially launching her Candy Future lipsticks, which include black, blue and orange…wheee!!!!!!! Can’t wait to go to the Los Angeles launch!
- I’m a very proud Australian. I am so grateful to come from the lucky country!
- I’m constantly incorporating new technology into my life. I’m fascinated by the rapidly evolving way it comes into our lives and how much it connects us all, as much as some people love to hate it. The difference between living overseas in 2003 and living overseas in 2010 is huge. Currently lusting after the following items – a printer that prints edible cupcake decals, a digital SLR camera and the upcoming iPhone OS 4 (purely because mine is at death’s door after 2 years of dedicated use). Oh and a KitchenAid mixer. I REALLY want a KitchenAid mixer. Think of all the yummy things I could make for you all!
Pondering my budget now….
Amnesty
Great list – I so nearly wrote your ninth point as a point on my own list when I was creating it!
I’m itching to know – what did you do when your shoe hit the guitarist?
The guitarist was so confused. There he was playing away on stage in character when out of nowhere a missile shoe clonks him on the head. He spent the next few minutes holding a random shoe looking down at the cast below trying to work out where it came from. He finally made contact with my desperately pleading eyes which screamed “GIVE ME MY SHOE BEFORE THE NEXT DANCE ROUTINE STARTS PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAASSEEEEE!!!!”
He goes to slide the shoe across his platform which I stood directly below (we’d moved into a dialogue scene). The shoe slides to the edge of the platform and stops right at the edge. Now the shoe is beyond both of our reach. Right on cue the main star of the show steps out onto the platform and starts his dialogue. Seeing a random shoe he picks it up and begins the game again of “Where the heck did this come from!??!”
Finally he sees me, and in character throws me the footwear saying “Think you lost your shoe, love.” Shoe is thrown to me, slip it on, cue music for next dance scene and away we go, albeit trying to stifle hysterical giggles the whole time.