I’ve been tagged by Leisa at Down With The Kids, and in response, I’m posting this series of odd things about me. This is where I curse myself for burning up all my good material in my posts, as many of the strange things which have happened in my life have been the subject of long winded self absorbtion on this site already. However, after racking my brain, I’ve come up with a few still good stories.

1. When I was about sixteen, I did a modelling course at Style Model Academy in Hobart. Although I failed the low key makeup test (while doing brilliantly on the slightly tartier high key makeup) my report at the end said if I’d been three inches taller, I could have made a killing in New York. I still curse my brother for getting all the height in the family.

2. Off the back of number one, in college (or Matric, as it was known in Tassie at the time) I was the model for so many of my fellow students photographic assignments people ended up getting marked down for using me. I think the teachers could only handle so many angst ridden photographs of a black clad girl lurking in alleyways about town. And those emo kids think they’re so original …

3. My all time favorite movie is Blade Runner, but I despise the director’s cut, where Harrison Ford’s film noir voice over was removed. Apparently he hated doing it so much he deliberately made it super world weary to really annoy Ridley Scott, but obviously forgot how world weary film noir actually is. I think it works perfectly, and thus, will only watch this version of the film, preferring to throw popcorn at the other.

4. The first yoga class I ever went to was free, and run by a cult who specialised in some kind of meditation mind control. There was no actual yoga, just focussing on a picture of a candle - obviously the cult couldn’t afford a real candle, so they settled for a painted version of one. While you focussed, whoever the “teacher” was would repeat some insane mantra about the cult, their leader (possibly the word ‘glorious’ was used), and at the end of the class it would all be business as usual. When my friend Louise and I told our parents what was going on, they decided we wouldn’t be going back. To this day, I think that experience prevents me from actually being able to meditate properly … or at least I like to use it as an excuse.

5. I’d been sure during all of my pregnancy I was having a girl. When Miss M was finally born, in my haze of post-pregnancy endorphins, I looked at her and said “oh, it’s a boy”. My fabulous midwife Belinda gave a derisive snort and said “No, Emma, that’s the umbilical cord”.

6. I applied to get into art school on a whim after one of my friends told me he was going to apply. It was his lifelong dream to be a painter, and he’d worked for ages on his submission. I threw together some stuff over two weeks. I got in, he didn’t.

7. I failed a photography course at that same art school because at review time, I argued with the teachers that all art is subjective, and just because they didn’t like what I did, it didn’t make it bad art per se. Well, that and I didn’t go to about 50% of my lectures.

The rules are I now have to tag some other people. My choices are:

Heather and Jessica from Go Fug Yourself, the pinacle of awesomeness in blogging. I’m not sure what my chances are in getting a reply, but damn it, I’m going to set that bar high anyway.

Amanda from Diary of a Mad Cow, which I always enjoy immensely.

Miss T from Prefurr, a blog I discovered yesterday, and loved immediately.

Thanks Leis, you know how I love being the focus of attention! xx