AVENGERS ASSEMBLE!!! (Avengers, Age of Ultron review)

So for anyone who doesn't know, I love superheroes. I am a bit of a geek in that sense.
So this review may seem a little on the biased side
However, I am also a bit of a movie critic!

So I was paying close attention to effects and story line and techniques.

First thing I am going to point out is the camera angles and movement. I was sitting in the cinema and as a wannabe film director, I was amazed by the camerawork. While a lot of people would have been admiring the superheroes absolute sexiness and just simple awesomeness, I was admiring the camera work. They told the story magnificently through the camera work, they made the audience feel a part of the big action packed scenes through swift camera movements. And don't even get me started on the amazing focus work and depth of field. Woah!!

Second thing, the story line, it was constantly moving. There was never a dull moment! And the script, like any Marvel movie, had a lot of jokes and sass like more than the people from Mean Girls. It was a roller coaster of emotion, the guy next to me who is a huge marvel king went through a number of emotions, from the fan girling state of emotion, to on the verge of tears and even "my heart just stopped for a second" emotion. It was captivating and just awesome!!

Third and final element, effects and acting. One word: Perfect!
The effects were super realistic (no pun intended) and the acting.... ALSO REALISTIC!! I don't think it could have been done any better.

I'd recommend this movie to anyone!!

ANZAC DAY 100TH ANNIVERSARY

"They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them."

Lest We Forget

Remembering our fallen soldiers and paying our respects to those who fought for our country, that is what ANZAC day is all about. Remembering the Australians and New Zealanders who gave the ultimate sacrifice when they landed in Gallipoli 100 years ago. 

I went to the local Dawn service this morning and I must say I was a little disappointed. 
Now before you people get your caps lock on, allow me to explain. 

The local Dawn Service was very Australian based, they spoke about the Australians, sang the Australian National anthem. And I get it, I live in Australia we should sing the Aussie National anthem. BUT some people tend to forget that it's called ANZAC day. 
ANZAC stands for 

Australian
New
Zealand 
Army
Corps

The Australians got plenty of mention and it's probably fair but what about our New Zealand neighbours? Why couldn't we put their national anthem on to pay our respects to them? 

All this put aside, I would like to mention more

 about ANZAC day and the spirit of the 

ANZACs


"Australians recognise 25 April as an occasion of national remembrance, which takes two forms. Commemorative services are held at dawn – the time of the original landing – across the nation. Later in the day, former servicemen and servicewomen meet to take part in marches through the major cities and in many smaller centres. Commemorative ceremonies are more formal and are held at war memorials around the country. In these ways, Anzac Day is a time at which Australians reflect on the many different meanings of war." 
- https://www.awm.gov.au/commemoration/anzac/anzac-tradition/ 

Every year, my family attends a service but it is only recently that I have attended the Dawn Service. Sure, waking up at a ridiculous time in the morning is not pleasant but it is a small price to pay for our freedom, as the leader of the service said "For us to have a tomorrow, they gave their today."
Leaving the service, my Dad said that the sound of The Last Post being played on the bugle still sends shivers down his spine.

I have heard of young politicians who want to get rid of ANZAC day. But I don't see that happening, ANZAC day is a big part of Australia and New Zealand's identity which will possibly continue until the end of time and I am proud to have attended a service to commemorate 100 years.

Who is my hero?

You just need to step into my room to see who my hero is. He is probably the sweetest most generous and yet most misunderstood man who ever walked the planet.

 His journey of life started on the 29th of August 1958 at St Mary's Mercy Hospital in Gary, Indiana. He was the 7th child to Katherine and Joseph Jackson. Guessed who he is yet? No? Yes? Either way, here is the answer... MY HERO IS MICHAEL JACKSON!! I put that in caps so you didn't get confused.

If I was to define this man and what he means to me in one sentence... I can't, it's impossible.

Michael Joseph Jackson is not only my hero, but he is much more. Ask anyone, my life is all about mike, it has been for a long time.. People say it's weird that I follow Michael like Jesus, I quote him like a religious figure and could probably write a book about him. Maybe they're right but in my eyes Michael was God.Nothing, can ever change my view on Michael. Every day he inspires me to be a better person, everyday when I wake up and look at my magnificent collection of posters I feel like he is my guardian angel I feel him watching over me. In fact, in about December 2013, I personally went through a hard time I sat and cried but then I felt a touch on my shoulder and I swear to god I heard mikes voice telling me that it was all gonna be ok. Every day I think of how Michael has changed my life for the better, his motivational songs about war, the earth, and lies that people tell somehow make me aware of the world around me. His quotes, poems, stories, paintings and speeches often bring me to tears of joy as such talent has moonwalked into my life. He once said "I don't care if the whole world is against you, or teasing you or saying you're not gonna make it. Believe in yourself no matter what."This is a quote I live by, if someone tells me to give up... I am not going to, this quote gives me strength, as does Michael's voice and pure talent.

I am used to hearing people talking absolute trash about Michael, when they say it to me, I get all defensive but if they say it to another person, I stay out of it as much as possible. An example of when this has happened was when 2 of my friends were talking in hearing distance away from me. 

Person 1: We could always be like Michael Jackson and change our skin colour by bleaching it. 

Hearing this is nothing new to me, but the person she was talking to had heard me talk about the skin colour change issue. So I just waited for their response.

Person 2: Michael Jackson did not bleach his skin, he had a skin disease which destroyed the pigmentation in his skin.

Person 1: Yes he did, he bleached it

Person 2: It was found in the autopsy report that he did, in fact have the skin disease 

THIS WAS A BIG MOMENT FOR ME THAT MY TRAINING AND EVERY WORD I SPOKE TO THAT PERSON WENT THROUGH THEIR HEAD.

"No one should judge what I've done with my life, not unless they've been in my shoes every horrible day and every sleepless night." 

~ Michael Jackson

"I'm a black American, I am proud of my race. I am proud of who I am. I have a lot of pride and dignity. I don't understand why the press is so interested in speculating about my appearance, anyway. What does my face have to do with my music or my dancing?" 

~ Michael Jackson 

"But he's dead"

- People who  I've just met and told them that I admire Michael Jackson

Michael once said "A star can never die. It just turns into a smile and melts back into the cosmic music, the dance of life.” 
This rings true on so many levels and when people say "But he's dead" I think of this quote. 
Yes, I know Michael has passed away. But is he DEAD? No, you see he lives on through his music, his stories, his poetry and through all the people he has influenced. 

My Favourite Michael Jackson song. 

I am often asked what my favourite Michael Jackson song is. Answering this question honestly, my answer is "I don't know, like anyone's favourite song mine changes all the time. I sound like a mother when I say this, but, I love them all equally..." 

Michael had a good heart. 

DID YOU KNOW that in his lifetime, he donated over 350 million US dollars to over 39 different charities?? 

My facebook posts

So today, I decided to go through some of my old facebook posts (By "old" I mean the past year because I only got facebook last year)
And some of the things I found, made me want to share it on my blog, so here goes...

It's your life RANT

"WARNING RANT AHEAD!!
GIRLS! Hello my name is Callie, I dress for comfort not for looks. I don't wear dresses or makeup. I'm not a huge fan of jewellery. I'm into super heroes, computers and video games. You wouldn't catch me dead painting my nails. My nails are always chewed and unpolished, my face has scars, I'm not afraid to scrape up my knee and get my hands dirty. My hair is always a mess and I don't try too much with it.
If you dress to impress.... Good on you
If you wear dresses... That's fine
You wear make up?... Cool
You have lots of jewellery? That's okay
You watch chick flicks and read fashion magazines?... Hey it's your life!
You get your nails done all the time?... Glad you have the money for it.
Your skin is clear? Lucky
You like to keep clean and that? Ok have fun.
Don't think this rant is against you, I accept you if you do this BUT the moment you tell me how to live my life that is the moment when I get over you.
Rant done."

The HB RANT

"Ok RANT!
I hate it when people write "hb" instead of "happy birthday"
Hb sounds stupid, sure it's "easier" but really is it that much of an effort to write "happy birthday"
When my birthday rolls around, I don't want to see a single "hb" written on my wall, if you are going to write something please write "happy birthday"
Hb can stand for anything,
Hubba Bubba
Hungry butterfly
Henry Banks
Hairy bum cheeks
Hateful bumblebees
Etc
But happy birthday has one straightforward message
I hope your birthday is happy.
See... Straightforward"

What Michael Jackson means to me

"If I was to define this man and what he means to me in one sentence... I can't, it's impossible.
Michael Joseph Jackson is not only my hero, but he is much more. Ask anyone, my life is all about mike, it has been for a long time. In just 3 days it will be 5 years since he died. 
People say it's weird that I follow michael like Jesus. Maybe they're right but in my eyes michael was God.
Nothing, can ever change my view on Michael. Every day he inspires me to be a better person, everyday when I wake up and look at my magnificent collection of posters I feel like he is my guardian angel I feel him watching over me. In fact, in about December I personally went through a hard time I sat and cried but then I felt a touch on my shoulder and I swear to god I heard mikes voice telling me that it was all gonna be ok. Every day I think of how Michael has changed my life for the better, his motivational songs about war, the earth, and lies that people tell somehow make me aware of the world around me. His quotes, poems, stories, paintings and speeches often bring me to tears of joy as such talent has moonwalked into my life. He once said "I don't care if the whole world is against you, or teasing you or saying you're not gonna make it. Believe in yourself no matter what."
This is a quote I live by, if someone tells me to give up... I am not going to, this quote gives me strength, as does michaels voice and pure talent.
Why did we lose such a great human being?"

The disabled child

"The following story happened on Saturday

Mum was talking to me and my sister before a party started.

Mum: now, my friend is bringing her niece, be nice to her. She might talk a bit different to you guys and she might walk a bit funny. She has some disabilities, she's your age Tegan...

Me and Tegan: ok.

When the girl came, Tegan went and played with her for a bit until Tegan's other friends came over.

The girl, Tegan and her friends went in the pool. The girl couldn't swim so she stayed on the step while Tegan and her friends went and had a blast in the deep end.

I was just enjoying the party when I realised that the little girl was all alone. When I was younger I was often excluded because I was the 'strange' one.
I walked inside and got my go pro camera.
I got a bit of footage of the other kids and then handed the camera to the girl. She filmed a bit from the step. But I could tell she still felt excluded. Then I started a wave thing on the camera where I'd film one person or a group of people doing a wave motion with their hand then I'd put it together. I got the girl to start it. Then moved on to the men and the women then the other kids.

But seeing the girl smile made me feel so happy inside. Knowing that I'd made someone feel welcome and included in an activity like everyone else. And when she saw herself on the tv when we showed it to her she smiled again. There is no better feeling than making a disabled child smile."

STILL A BIG KID

The other day, I went to Kmart.
I had $50
I bought the whole 8th season of Spongebob.
Mum laughed at me thinking it was a joke when I said I was going to buy it.

But the truth is

I'M STILL A KID!

I may get on better with people who are older but I love childish things. I love kid shows, I sleep with a teddy bear I also love Themeparks and cartoons. 

Every time I get control of the TV, I go to ABC3, ABC kids or Nickelodeon (maybe that's why people don't let me get the remote.)

But really, I am still a kid. Don't let the 15 year old disguise fool you. 

So I smile and say "Watch me."

Living in a smallish town and having a huge goal is a bit of a struggle. 

Hi, my name is Callie
Since a young child, I have had big dreams.
No seriously, I was born to do something, something big.
I can feel it!
Without bragging, I can say that I've had people tell me I will go far, and a friend recently told me that I am a star in the making.

It feels good when people say these things

But unfortunately there's a flip side...
People think that because I am a member of St John Ambulance, that I need to get a job in the medical field.

This annoys me on so many levels

Especially when this happens....

Person: So do you want to be a paramedic?
Me: No
Person: Oh, so what do you want to be? A nurse?
Me: Nah, a movie director

And this is where they either give me a weird look, say "thats a jump" or sometimes they can be positive and say "It's nice to have goals..."

Now, what do I do when someone is being negative?

Simple...
I just smile and say "Watch me."

Now, my dream of being a film director seems to be impossible to people.
But one thing which people don't seem to understand
IS THAT IT'S BEEN DONE BEFORE
Look at Spielberg, Jackson, Burton and Lucas
In fact, look at all film directors

Do you people think they were born award winning film directors? 
No, they were 15 years old once, they were babies once, heck, they probably once didn't know what a film directors job is.
I often wonder if there were ignorant people in their lives who told them that they couldn't do it. I wonder what they think about when they are doing what they love, do they remember these people? Do these people go to see their movies and remember back to that time?

Just some food for thought...

I'm really stubborn when it comes to my brother

So today I was watching the bigpond movies extra channel on our TBox

It is a rare thing for me to have control of the TV so I was watching a thing which had behind the scenes of a few movies. I was looking at how different films are made when suddenly a segment for wolf creek 2 came on. I was still paying close attention to how the film was made, I was EXPANDING MY MIND!!!

Then this happened.... 
Dylan (my brother): Hey dad, have you seen that?
Dad: Nope
Dylan: We should hire it on the T-Box
Dad: Ok, Callie pass the remote

No. Look, i'm sorry but I am learning something here. I'm not rotting my brain with something which I find uninteresting. And for once, I had the remote!!
In my family, Dad gets the remote 50% of the time, Tegan 29%, mum 20% and me 1%
Dylan doesn't really care.

And what I was watching, I could have taken notes which could have helped me in the future.
But no.

So, me being stubborn when it comes to my family (especially to Dylan) I thought i'd stand my ground.

Me: No, I'm watching this.
Dylan: It's not scary

Ok
So for anyone who doesn't know me, I LOVE HORROR MOVIES
So for him to say that really pisses me off.

Eventually, I just gave in.

So they hired the movie so i decided to go to my room and research some film techniques. 

me: Ok well i'm going to my room

Tegan: Why are you scared?? 

Me: no I just don't find this interesting 

Tegan: Yeah right you're scared

Finding myself

Something fascinating about us humans is that we never really stop learning about ourselves.
The past year has been a huge learning point for me.
I learnt things about myself when I thought I already knew everything.
It's hard for me to provide an example without getting too personal.

But this really gets me thinking about the people who say they know everything about me.

How could you know everything about me when I don't even completely know myself? 

Do you know anyone like this? And really, how well do you know yourself? 

I went through a stage last year when I was just trying to unlock everything about myself, I thought I knew everything! 

• I thought I knew who my friends were.
• I thought I knew what type of a person I was.
• I thought I knew where I stood in the big scheme of things.

But experience has proved me wrong and, even today I have learnt something new about myself. 

Singleness

As a 15 year old, a common question I am asked is "Do you have a boyfriend?"
And the answer
is 
no. 

I am a single pringle 
I have been for a while
in fact, my first boyfriend was a boy named Jayden or something. I was 4 and he was a little older. We met once a week at his house because my uncle had guitar lessons there and I would always go along.
Each week he would ask me the same question "Are you my girlfriend?"
Each week I would say yes.

THEN CAME THE BREAK UP

I don't know exactly what happened but I remember this...

we were saying our goodbyes 

when suddenly 

Jayden's little brother stabbed me with a car key just missing my eye.

There was blood running down my face.

I NEVER SAW THEM AGAIN

Fast Forward to today....

I haven't had a boyfriend since but am still often asked "Do you have a boyfriend."

This really gets me thinking...

Do I want a boyfriend?

The answer is yes BUT it has to be the right guy. 

• Someone who's funny with an amazing personality 
• Someone who's supportive
• Someone who can handle my love for Michael Jackson
• Someone who has taken the time to really know and understand me
• They must like superheroes and roller coasters 
• They need to be able to cope with me going away without any jealousy BECAUSE I can't stay in one place
• They also must like travelling

Do I see my Prince Charming liking me in the near future? Do I even see my Prince Charming? Well... I don't know really.

I would like a boyfriend but I would be so awkward as a girlfriend and would probably have no clue what to do haha. 

The Doctors and Body Image

I was 12... 

This is a painful story which still hurts me to this day
I still think about it often
I will forever remember it
Going to the doctors has never been the same
It is with caution that I share this story
WHY AM I SHARING IT?

BECAUSE BODY IMAGE IS AN IMPORTANT ISSUE

Tears form in my eyes as I remember that day....

It was January 11th 2012.
I remember the date clearly as it was the day before my uncles birthday
And I remember leaving the doctors thinking "Who would tell a 12 year old girl such mean things"

I had been having a constant ringing in my ears and head spins for a few days before Mum made me go to the doctors.

I didn't really like the doctors and this day just made me hate it more.

So I sat in the waiting room quietly with my mum and my sister.

I got called in...

Then this happened...

Doctor: Hello Callie how are you?
Me: Not so good doctor.
Doctor: What is the problem?
Me: I've got this ringing in my ears and-
Doctor: Step on the scales.

I took a deep breath, one he didn't let me finish my sentence and two, I was already slightly self conscious about my weight.

I don't remember exactly what the scales read on that day but I do remember the 10 minute lecture he gave my mother and I on my weight, how to improve myself and that I was on the line of obesity.
I think he just prescribed me some antibiotics that day.

I remember walking out of the doctors surgery feeling numb, on the brink of tears but trying to stay strong for my sister who had just witnessed the whole thing and was just given another thing to pick on me about.

The next day was my uncle's birthday at an all you can eat restaurant
I recall sitting at the table and over hearing mum telling someone the story
I then broke down in tears and I swear, half of the restaurant stared at me.

My self esteem was at an all time low. And still today I get anxious and paranoid about people talking about me behind my back.

Moral of the story 

I found the lecture in front of my mum and sister to be embarrassing.
I went there to get my ear checked and not to get a weight lecture
I still believe to this day that if he needed to tell my mum about my weight, that he should have sent me out of the room or called mum in another day instead of making me feel embarrassed, shamed and self conscious.
Another thing which I felt to be wrong is what age I was....
12!!
I was in between Primary school and High school
I was about to enter another school
I was at the awkward stage where you get massive growth spurts and you gain a fair amount of weight due to puberty.

This Is A Message To Anyone Who Has Ever Felt Like This...

Although this experience of mine is probably not what you're going through, I would like you to know that YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL!!
If that boy doesn't see that
OR
That girl doesn't see that
Then they're not worth it!!

I went through this hellish experience and since then, without sharing this story, I have been called an inspiration, people look up to me!

You are probably feeling like absolute rubbish right now but just think, in 3-4 years time YOU could be someones hero. At the moment you probably don't see it which is fine but just wait.

I look back on that experience and yes it still hurts, but then I think about the people who do look up to me, cousins, friends and even people on the internet, and I think "I'm not gonna let that experience get the better of me."

Thankyou for reading

FEAR

I asked my Facebook friends which topic I should cover today... 

so today's topic is...

FEAR!!

(cue dramatic music)

What do I fear?

Guess!!

spiders?

snakes?

heights?

the dark?

NOPE NOT A PROBLEM AT ALL!!

If I was asked about fear 2-3 years ago.... My answer would be very simple and I would say it without hesitation...

And the answer would be..... 

(drumroll please)

...Balloons 

Yes you read that right.

I had a fear of those plastic/rubber sacks of air found at almost every party. 

This made me a GLOBOPHOBIC  

I had this fear for 11-12 years 

I finally got over it.... How? By facing it!

I bought some animal balloons and got used to the 'scary' sound that the balloon made when it was twisted around then I popped the balloon. 

But what about my current fear?

Now, my fear is not an object. 

My fear is 

Of 

Failure 

That's right FAILURE

Just the thought of not getting anywhere in life makes me go into a minor panic attack. 

That's my number 1 fear. 

I probably have other subconscious fears but failure is the biggest fear. 

But besides failure- which is a fear. 

There are plenty of things that make me feel uncomfortable but i don't consider it as a fear... 

• Social Situations: I feel uncomfortable when I go to parties, or any social situations in general
• Compliments: I feel very awkward when someone compliments me
•  TOO MUCH ATTENTION: when people single me out.

SO that's today's post, have an awesome day

Those night time thoughts

All my friends probably already know this but if not... Surprise!
I am extremely sensitive and instead of letting out my anger or sadness, I bottle it up inside... Then of a night time, I am forced to have all these thoughts come back to me.
Here's how I deal with it...
I write
I write poetry
I write letters
I write song lyrics
I write stories
I write whatever comes to my head
You just need to look at my phone notes or my laptop documents to see this.
Maybe that's the real reason for this blog....
To write whatever comes to my head during some of my dark moments aswell as my lighter moments. Maybe there are actually people out there who would be interested in my life. I don't know.

Here's another fun fact about me...
Every day I am documenting my life in my head, thinking about "if I ever write a book" what I would include in it. Every day my mind is full of mystery and believe me, I myself am still unlocking my full potential. My imagination is incredible, every day I come up with song lyrics, I imagine how they could be sung, and who could sing it. Every day I come up with numerous story ideas. Every day something new stimulates my brain.
This post is just some night thoughts, there is literally no point to this post (pretty much like the whole blog)
Hope you all have an awesome day/night depending on where you are and what time it is when you read it!!

The day i was called a guy

I have never been a girly girl, I love super heroes, hate make up and my signature outfit is a batman t-shirt, jeans and black or purple high top converse. I only ever wear dresses or skirts on VERY special occasions (like seriously, my mum has paid me $5 to wear a dress to a party)

I have long curly brown hair, blue eyes and freckles. 

Got that image in your head? Good. 

Now lets imagine this person walking into a furniture store with their family. 

A young girl with blonde hair is wearing a dress, the mother is also wearing a dress, the father is wearing jeans and a t-shirt, then there's me, on this particular day, I was wearing a Batman hoodie and I was cold so the hood was on. we were looking at some furniture, I think we were looking for a desk or maybe some drawers on that day and the shop keeper said to me "Excuse me little man could you please open that drawer over there?" 

LITTLE MAN?

I'm sorry? Little Man?!?! 

Now, since a young child, I have always been "One of the boys" so I wasn't really offended, in fact i just laughed it off and I went along with it. But this is one story that I always look back on. 

Why A Blog And Who Am I?

Hey, my name is Callie, I like being called Cal. I am a short young Aussie who is just trying to get by in life. You probably have no idea who I am... Which is absolutely fine! I was reading the book "I Hate Myselfie" by Shane Dawson and it is kinda the reason for this blog, but one thing you should probably know about me is that I am a massive procrastinator so writing a book would be a mission and a half and because I am no famous Youtuber or anything, it probably wouldn't sell. Speaking of Youtube, I have got a Youtube channel, here is a link... grimstaroxx There's a fair amount of content on there if you wish to check it out.

I was born on the 19th of August 1999 in Australia. I have an older brother named Dylan, he is 4 years older than me, I also have a younger sister named Tegan, she is 4 years younger.
From a young age, i've always had big dreams of being in the film industry but not as an actress but as something more behind the scenes, as a film director.

I consider myself as a nerd or a geek and have absolutely no shame #GeekClanForLife
Wow... did i really just hashtag that? Yep i did.
But the truth is that i am a part of the "Geek Clan" we're a group of awesome people and they are the nicest people I've ever met. While we are on the topic of friends.

 I remember when back in the day I could say I had very little friends, I was avoided, I was considered weird or strange, I went to school wondering if I would have a friend there or if I would be alone. Kindergarten went by with so much loneliness and in year 4 a lot of my friends ditched me and I would sit with my little sister and her friends, it truly amazes me how far I have come with my socialness, how many friends I’ve got and how great these friends are, they’re not just jerks off the street but they are my family. It amazes me how many people talk to me now, when once I was the loneliest kid.  But what amazes me more is that it has taken me this long, 15 whole years for me to notice who my friends are and sure, it hasn’t come easy, there’s been fights, betrayal and too many second chances for people but in the end it has been 100% worth it and for once, I know I am truly happy and blessed to have such friends.

This blog has no one theme, it's just my life and if you choose to be a part of it, please continue reading. if not.... feel free to leave....