Style Stalker: The Kardashians at the 2011 Teen Choice Awards

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Let's begin with Kendall:

I like the colour, but I don't like the dress. The middle cut around her boobs looks like someone slashed it open with a stanley knife. The shoes match but I don't like them.

Kim: Holy Hell, she's short compared to Kendall and Kylie, my god. I hate the belt in the middle of the dress, she grabbed a snake from the amazon and then slapped it around her waist. But the skirt is okay.

Kylie: OMG ISN'T SHE LIKE 12?!???! SHE'S SO BLOODY TALL, EVEN WITHOUT THE SHOES!!!! Jokes, I think she's 14. Anyway I like her outfit, it's a bit plain, but I enjoy it.

Kourtney: The dress is a bit too shapeless. I like the colour though, although her shoes match the snake around Kim's waist.

That is all.

Ta Ta

Daily Grace

Look at her go! Reviewing! Reviewing! Something, for YOUUUU!!!!
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Bad Eye Shadow!

The Amazingness That Is Sherlock

There is a show called Sherlock. Which I really enjoy. You Should Watch it too. Here is a Preview for the first episode of Season two.

GO WATCH IT NOW.

byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Short and Sweet...Well Not Really

Today I came home, happy as a clown, until I realised I'd forgotten my keys, and my sister was not home.
That's right it's fun to be me.
Anyway, I called my Mum in a flustered state,
"MUUUUMMM!!! I FORGOT MY KEYS AND I'M LOCKED OUT OF THE HOUSE!!!!"
This is what my Mum said,
"Chillax Imogen, I'll be home in like five minutes god."
Well, not really, but along those lines.
Anyway my face was basically like this:

Except, I don't look like that or anything.

It was a stressful afternoon to say the least. I had to watch Keeping Up With The Kardashians and Summer Heights High before I could possibly even start on my homework.

Some call this procrastinating, I call it necessary therapy in order to succeed academically.

That's all I have to say.

HERE'S A CAKE!!!

Aren't I kind? giving you cake.

Clemenchow and San Choy Bow

At the moment in year eleven History, we are studying the end of World War 1 and the Treaty of Versailles.
BRIEF HISTORY LESSON

Okay, so at the end of World War 1, most of the decisions that were made about what to do with Germany and all it's bitches were made by:

This Guy, Prime Minister David Lloyd George of England

This Guy: President Woodrow Wilson of The United States

And This Guy: Prime Minister of France Georges Clemenceau

Same Page? Same Page? Good. Okay so, for those of you who don't speak French, The Prime Minister of France's last name is basically pronounced Clem-en-co

Alas, my History teacher pronounces it Clem-en-chow, like San Choy Bow. She also pronounces the las 's' in Versailles.

And it get's on my last, damn, nerve.

Myself and many of my friends in the class have constantly tried to slip in the fact that's it's Clem-en-so but no, she really just doesn't pick it up.

Every time she says it now, I just laugh, which results in her just getting annoyed. Because it's not like I'm going to just shout out

"YOU'RE SAYING THE NAME WRONG!! LEARN ABOUT HISTORICAL FIGURES BEFORE YOU TEACH HISTORY!!!"

No, I just simply shake my head. "Nothing."

My goodness, teachers these days.

Now I really want to make San Choy Bow.

Doesn't it look appealing?

Ta ta :)

Rain and a Train

And why they both annoyed me today. I'll start from the beginning,
Today, is the one day of this week where I had the wonderful privilege of sleeping in since I had no class in period one this morning, although that means, catching the train to school alone.
As some of you may know this morning in Melbourne the weather was atrocious, raining, winds, lighting, practically everything but hail (lucky me). I walked to the train station in under ten minutes, and even though I had an umbrella, I still ended up looking like I had gone for a shower in my school uniform.
I got to the station at exactly 8.58, the next train on the screen was the 9.01 but it was coming in eight minutes. This was my exact expression:

When a finally found a train and managed to get to school, not only was I wet, late and miserable but the tram timetable promised me a train in two minutes, and guess what. IT LIED. I was appalled, by the time I reached school, public transport had lost all my respect as did the weather.
"I WILL SUE YOU!" I exclaimed to the clouds, many onlookers questioned my strange behaviour. Although I was oblivious to those people. I merely stomped up to my locker, through my bag on the ground dramatically.
"HMMPH." was the only noise that came from me for the next  thirty minutes.
So I will say, rain and the train.

Although all of you readers,
I simply adore you. :)