4 MONTH BLOGAVERSARY!!!

Whaaaaaat! Yes, I have been blogging for 4 MONTHS! This ride has been CRAZY and I couldn’t be more appreciative of all the support I’ve gotten.

I mean, there are people in this world who bother to hear me out, and that means tonnes.

So in the true spirit of what embodies me –procrastination–  I ought to start something that I said I would AGES ago: My first blog.

After several strangely unsuccessful years’ attempts at popularity, I thought that I ought to  do something insane, something that no other 5th grader was doing: I’d start a website!

Now, as my 10 year old self would come to know, it’s not as easy as it looks. I really did try to make it as cool as possible, and it ultimately resulted in something like 7 websites and 4 blogs, on Blogger, Yolasite, and a couple of others I’m too tired to remember – it’s almost 11.30 pm where I am.

I can distinctly remember my last post – which was also my 2nd post – on my 8th grade blog called something I cannot  currently remember (No, that was not actually the name x_x though it easily could have been). That last post was called And yet I wonder…. and it went a little like this:

Blah blah blah 13 year old rubbish, fake friends hmm who are they…yeah my friend Jess is next to me blah blah okay bye!

Yeah. That’s it. I’d like to think I’ve gone a long way. I mean I blog to get out there, and I like to think that some people appreciate my thoughts.

I should go get more things done. And sleep. But probably not.

Regardless, stay marvellous, and I do hope you stick around for a while, just to see me rant and talk and yeah, I’m probably chasing you away now.

All my love,
-Scoot xxx

Scoot on ~ the grade 11 imposed hiatus

SCOOTON IS BACK!!!

Hey guys! After about a week and a bit long hiatus, I’m around again! Let me present you with some simple facts that I’ve learned in the short week or so that I’ve been back at school:

  1. School is still school. You can dress it up, mark it down, give it ribbons, add electronic sign boards, get new security guards, appoint new teachers, DO WHATEVER. School is still a place where you get taught things, 50% of which you’ll forget should you go a year without looking over them. Regardless, it’s happened. Oh well.
  2. Math is STILL MATH.  I don’t know what I was hoping for when I got back to the hell pit. Maybe I was expecting a new teacher and a sudden vast understanding of this whole number thing. Guess what? NOPE! I did get a new teacher though – one that doesn’t tell me to practice my trig to become a plumber.
  3. People don’t change. And I know this is pretty generic, but I’ve found out most recently that it’s true.People change some of the things that they do, but they themselves do not.  If someone was -for lack of a better word- mean, at one stage, then the chances are that sooner or later they’re going to be mean beyond the point of being excusable. Can I utter my words of advice? Especially if you’re like me,  put yourself first. You may be a lazy selfish ASS at home, but when it comes to other people, you might be a people pleaser. STOP. Forgive them – for yourself.
  4. SCHOOL IS OVER IN A YEAR AND A HALF FOR ME. That is scary and that is all.
  5. I think too much. About stuff that’s strange. Random stuff. Like why one teacher looks like a vampire and sometimes wears his wedding ring (?) on his pinky finger. Also, about this blog, and when I’m going to write, and what to write. And about ballet, and how people can be really bad drivers. But that’s all in the scheme of things, in terms of the way things go.

I really have to go do some math now, OR I SHALL BE FAILING ELEVENTH GRADE.  That’s bad, if you were wondering. I’ll be back sooner rather than later, dependent on the life stuff and other things you don’t care about. Go forth and prosper! 

All my love,

-Scoot xx

Scoot on ~ 11th first day jitters

So the school year in South Africa starts tomorrow, and I’m going to be in eleventh grade.

ELEVENTH GRADE!!!

If there was ever one first day I was afraid for, it’s this one. Apart from my first day at my ballet studio, this probably takes the cake.

Yes, I know, most of you probably think that I’m mistaken. I went through first grade like a kid on steroids. I could not wait to get away from my mom and dad and finally get into real school where my big sister and brother were. I seriously thought that all the other crying kids were SO petty, and needed to get over themselves. I loved the idea of school, so much. So much! And first grade wasn’t awful, but being the only kid in the class who could read fluently, it had its setbacks. I had a lovely lady as a teacher though, and met some cool people who I’d meet again in 8th grade – which is the start of high school in SA.

Most of the people in my primary school went to Northcliff High for grade 8; and all I wanted to do was get away. I went to Parktown Girl for grade 8, and that was when I made the official switch to Scoot from my actual name, Shalom. (This thing keeps correcting that to Avalon which would have been an awesome name too :P) I made it my goal to talk to everyone, hoping that they wouldn’t all hate me as much as people in 7th did. Lucky me, most of them just did it in terms open so I wasn’t confused. 😛

I think that grade 8 was the time that I started noticing people for what they really can be, and I stopped being so foolish XD It was an interesting ride, and I left that school too, funnily enough.

I then moved to Northcliff, and met some people, and went about the same 8th grade strategy for 9th. It worked, more fake people, though. I guess some of them were alright, like Jess . And so I carried on, through 9th and 10th, so why should this be any different? Here’s why:

In South Africa, your report in 11th grade determines whether or not you get accepted into university. I need a bursary. So this year means endless work, and I have dance on top of that – I’m going to be trying to do the Cechetti Intermediate foundation exam, after a grand total of 7 months of dancing. XD The future for me is now, and it’s affecting me so hard that I cleaned my room.

WHAT
WHY

It’s funny, I suppose I have a habit of not doing what I have to unless I’m scared or anxious. Bring on the panic attacks!

I’ve never been able to sleep the night before school started. For 10 years, this being the 11th. Well, at least I’m consistent in one aspect.

All my love, especially to that one amazing viewer from the Russian Federation who I’d love to leave me a comment or something!

-Scoot xx

Scoot on ~ the instagram of it all

Hi best friend! I hope you’re having a stellar stellar day-day! And for yesterday and the day before and for all the days that you’ve ever had!

So, I have an announcement to make. I joined Instagram! Yes, I’m probably going to have to shoot myself in the foot and then feed myself said foot because that is the extent to which I am pushed due to some things.

Things I’ve noticed on instagram

1) Hashtags are seriously an epidemic. I mean, hashtags are meant to group posts, so do tell me who’s going to be looking for “#burgertimebestburgerofmylife” ? Noooo!
2) The selfie problem. Now this is a new disease called selfiesitis where the affected patient has an urge to take pictures of their face, often in the case of teenage girls, with their lips sucked towards the camera. Unfortunately, there seems to be no cure, and it only seems to be further reaching those who were the strongest protected against such.

3) The “I’m a photographer/model/ajwevbauywheiu.” Firstly, if you can take a photograph on your cellphone camera and edit it with a silly filter and call yourself a photographer, YOU ARE DELUDED. You, dearest, are what we call technologically literate – congratulations! Secondly, Instagram is NOT an agent. Sorry. Hate to break it to you. Someone had to say it.  And finally, you can be/do/say whatever you want. But just know, that stupidity tends to cause annoyance, and that’s something we could all do without.

That being said, and making this officially one of my shortest posts EVER, I’m going to be putting up a widget that links to my instagram so you can see what I’m getting up to. In a total non weird way.

I have instagram. Follow if you want – www.instagram.com/ahascoot

Till then best friends! 😀

All my love,

-Scoot xx

Scoot on ~ how a good day can turn you into a teenage monster

This post was written on Monday, the 6th of January 2014, and published today. Know why? Because this is the PROCRAASTINAAAATIOOON STAAAATIOOON!

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Why hello there! You see, I was wondering how you manange to go about the way you do, seeing that they youness of you fills all the pace you walk into, and it’s awesmome.

Today, I  crawled out ou bed at around 8.30am – intreresting, seeing as this girl did not sleep at all. And then I thought that the day would continue to be a regular counterproductive day – I mean, it’s vacation. What the hell else are you meant to do?

Well, instead of staying in bed and watching TouTubers all day,  I was out of bed before 3pm. I’m actually going to type that again, because that is a BIG deal for me. BEFORE 3pm! Now before you get all hopeful for me, let me let you down as I do 🙂 I was only out of bed because I was going to go to the optometrist with my little sister.  Now, if I wanted to have an unproductive day,  that totally ruined it for me.  What else made me all chirpy was the good music of The Beatles ‘1’ album, Phoenix, The Naked and Famous, and The All American Rejects.

The day started off at Cresta Shopping Centre, with mom going to American Express, and then the bank. Now, as you may or may not know, there’s not much for a fiteen year old and a thirteen year old to do in a bank. So, we took our seats on rather cushiony chairs, and this happened:

Immanuela: *takes water* Hey, can I have some of your water?
Me: You can’t just take things without asking! Hey, Chester, you stole my water!
Immanuela: I didn’t say anything when you stole my life.
Me: What?

Me: *pokes Immanuela’s nose*
Immanuela: What the hell?
Me: I’m really sorry, I just had to poke your nose!
Immanuela: Oh. Okay.
*several minutes later*
Immanuela: *pokes me viciously in stomach*
Me: Ah good payback.
Immanuela: No, I just wanted to see if I could.
Me: Okay…

Me: *chokes on water and quacks*
Immanuela: Ah, don’t die here.
Me: I quacked.
Immanuela: *bursts out laughing*
Me: What?
Immanuela: I just registered what that sounded like!
Me: Well, when I make this face I look like a pterodactyl. *makes face*
Immanuela: *laughs hysterically*
Me: *laughs hysterically*
Man behind desk: *looks at us concernedly*

So on the way up to the upper level of the store,  I danced in an elevator and walked out like nothing happened.We then went to game and I, Shalom Obisie-Orlu, bought a phone with my own cash. Yeah, it was R900-00 (so $90 American) and I had to pay for it without parental help – it’s awesome and I love it.

Anyway, that happened, and so we went to the optometrist where the lovely Ma Agnes helped us with admin. So my sister got her check up done, and I got the marvellous news that my trial contact lenses had arrived! My sister and eye (OH MY GOODNESS I MADE A FUNNY) got our eyes checked by Idette – who is such a fantastically beautiful person it astonishes me- and I’m off to see her again on Wednesday.

This is Agnes :D

This is Agnes 😀

This is Idette :D

This is Idette 😀

So I came home, feeling all chilled out, the teenage monster overtook me, and I ended up taking a typical teenage girl picture. This is the result of my “I’m a teenage girl exploring the world” pose. Have a stellar day-day!

Look at me. Holding my dress. Teenage girl status: accomplished.

Look at me. Holding my dress. Teenage girl status: accomplished.

All my love,

Scoot xx

Scoot on ~ why I should probably get more sleep

So before you read this, there are a few things you should know. (1) It’s almost 6am in Johannesburg, South Africa, and I am very awake having not slept yesterday, (2) I do believe I spend too much time on tumblr, (3) these are some things that happen to my facebook account when I’m like this and generally all the time. 

Please, don’t kill me, please ‘(-.-)’

1. I’m not sleepy enough to de-capitalise the ‘i’

2. tumblr can hurt people beware and stuffmlike seriously waow this grammar is so bad no, I have to stop now.

3. oh no
it’s 5.30
the functional humans shall soon wake

yeah better go hide or sleep or something

4.  me: *types in* miley cyrus
autocorrect: millet circus
me: miley cyrus
autocorrect: limey cyprus
me: *breathes sharply* m i l e y c y r u s
autocorrect: smiley virus

SMILEY VIRUS I CAN’T

5. person: hey, watcha doin’?
me: just casually fixing breakfast.
person: at 4.30 in the afternoon?
me: I SAID CASUALLY

6.going to sleep at 7:05 and waking up at 11.30 isn’t really advisable ever
#besafekids

7. Errmigaard hashtags work on WordPress

so hashtag

wow

8.people it’s bright outside
why the hell am i awake

guess who’s screwed  😀

9. I just painted all 10 of my fingernails (haven’t in ever) and it’s some shade of pink
but every time I look down at the keyboard while I’m typing, I see these strange pink headed digits moving about

and then, for a second, my brain goes:

WHAT IN THE ACTUAL HELL GET OFF WHAT THE HELL IS THAT WHAT THE FOX SOMEBODY HELP DO YOU WANT TO KILL ME PLEASE TAKE MY SHOES INSTEAD THEY SUCK

and then I calm down and continue my counterproductive internet life  🙂

10. the problem is staying up until *insert time that is never fixed* and blogging and tumblring and watching extreme displays of rachetery and reading harry potter and realising that the hunger is real and then you’re like

person: really, stomach?
stomach: LOUSY HUMAN GET ME FOOD
person:but it’s 2am
stomach: DID I STUTTER *proceeds to display anger through crazy hunger pangs*

Dearest readers, please sleep.

All my love,

-Scoot xxx

Looking back and pressing forward. ♥

Well, how was your 2013? Happy New Year!!

Yes, yes: “Oh my word Scoot, you’re so cliché, making this new years post, my gosh it’s so cheesy”

WELL ACTUALLY I DON’T CARE

Truth be told, I am a thorough cheese indulger and those people do cheesy things. Well, lucky for you, I didn’t make a flipagram. I did however, make a year in review gallery 😀 So enjoy!

*none of these photos are mine and I take no credit for anything please don’t arrest me*

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All my love,

-Scoot xxx