sugar makes things better.

Well, sugar did make things better, but only temporarily. Which is downright depressing. SPRING TOMORROW SPRING TOMORROW SPRING TOMORROW. That has got me through the day without throwing objects at peoples faces or launching myself off of heights. Which was sorely tempting. Especially 20 mins ago when Jasper had a shit fit and refused to co-operate. Could have something to do with the fact that I hadn't actually turned off the computer for several months... Anyhoo, next month is going to be much much better. Mostly because it would be hard to be worse than this month. Bitching wasn't the point of this blog. I have a recipe I wish to share. You see though, the recipe is downstairs. And I am currently upstairs. This state is not going to change, mostly because I'm too lazy to find pants so I can go downstairs. TMI. So yeah, winging it.

RECIPE: [LEMON BUTTER TEACAKES]

ingredients:

60g softened butter

1/2cup sugar

1 egg

2tsp vanilla essence

1cup self raising flour

1/3cup milk

3tbs lemon butter

method:

preheat oven to 180. Line 10 muffin cases with muffin cups.

combine butter, sugar, egg and vanilla essence.

Add half the flour, then half the milk, then rest of flour, rest of milk with lemon butter.

mix it until it's... mixed.

spoon into cases, shove it in the oven for about 15ish mins.

if you like extra sugar, melt 10g of butter and mix with a tsp of sugar and brush onto the tops of muffins straight after taking them out of the oven.

if you don't like extra sugar, there is something wrong with you, and we can't associate.

Sorry this is winged. It's probably missing some crucial ingredient. I'll check it later, promise. But for now it is most definitely nap time. SPRING TOMORROW. Oh god, I almost forgot! I have a pic for once!! YEAH!! ok, it's not that great, but A+ for effort, aye?

MuchLove.

35). Go on a first aid course

Today I learnt how to save lives! I'm so ridiculously tired I considered just posting that and being done with it. I'm nicer than that. I also have this weird case of OCD where it would bother me to no end, rendering sleep impossible and therefore defeating the purpose of finishing early. I'm going to stop rambling. I went with two friends who really should have letters but... don't. Anyhoo. We had to do an online thing first. And then today we watched movies with tiny octopus and massive burns, gave CPR to dummies who's chests' click and got bandaged up multiple times. And I get a certificate saying I can officially save lives. Hopefully this will make me super hirable and everyone will love me and give me money. I can dream.

I am aware that the new month starts impossibly soon. I have not yet tried a new recipe. I considered saying oh look it's not the exact same teriyaki chicken because I used veal instead! YEAH? nah. I'll get up darn early and make cake.

I'm going to go collapse now.

MuchLove.

82). Go a month without jewellery

Bout that time, yeah? Frantic end of month blogging again, I know. But I've been trying to do this for much too long. First of all, in all honesty, I couldn't. For ages I couldn't take pics of the metal I carry around for aesthetic purposes due to my distinct lack of camera. T stole my camera that I stole from him. So I stole his fandangle camera ( actually I stole it for homework reasons ) but it turns out T sold the bit that lets the fancy camera takes close ups, so in all it's fandangleness, it was actually useless ( not for the homework bit though ). So I used my phone. It actually worked quite well. If you're thinking to yourself 'now wait a minute, haven't you had your phone the whole entire time, rendering that story pointless?', I say a) learn to appreciate a story, goddamnit. and b) You now better understand how hard I tried for fancy pictures to rival those of a jewellery store catalogue. In other news, these arn't in any particular order. Nor are they for sale. Enjoy.

This bracelet ( above ) was an 18th present from 6 of the most important people in my life, each charm representing one of them. Clockwise from the lizard being K, E is the elephant, M is the butterfly, C is the walrus, T is the dream catcher, A is the spider.

This charm is actually a clock. It's sneaky and useful, but unfortunately small children seem to like it quite a lot. When I'm not wearing this around my neck it's the key or the spider named Cody.

Charm bracelet alternate.

This is Thomas. He had a brother named Bradley, but Bradley went missing a while back. I got them from B for my 16th.

This was my aunts'. I wear it on my right rude finger to remind me there are people who are worse off than I am.

Key charm. Honestly, I've only started wearing it since the month was over. And it's already turning orange. But I do quite like it. I'm considering spray painting it bright red.

This I've been wearing the longest. I started wearing it on my left pinky finger in yr 10 to remind me to not always put others before myself. My pinky finger is now slightly weird but that's beside the point.

THE END! As you can see, I wear silver. Not having my rings on was the most challenging. I felt oddly naked and occasionally had panic attacks, thinking I'd lost them. It was immensely boring not changing my earrings. I got cranky at myself, thinking this was the stupidest thing on my list ( it's not. 77 and 83 are miles more stupid ). I wouldn't want to do it again. So yeah, go me, completed a personal difficulty without it ending in straight jackets and padded walls? cool.

MuchLove.

BORED.

It's 4.17 and I'm still at uni. For another 2ish hours. MAD FUN. Not really. She won't start the class because hardly anyone has bothered to show up. EVERYONE SHOULD BLOG MORE SO I HAVE SOMETHING TO DO DURING THIS BORING TIME OF MY LIFE. please?

kthanksbye.

MuchLove.

book #10

So first off the numbers are so ridiculously wrong. The last one was 16ish books in one post minus the ones I already wrote about. Also, the drop down, you've already written this, helpful thing said #7 and then #9. So either the computer is fucking up or I've fucked up. I prefer to blame the computer.

Secondly, this actually about three books, just to confuse you further. I know it's a pic of one book but it's the Evernight series, right? named after the first book. So three books. Evernight, Stargazer and Hourglass. By Claudia Grey. Grandmother dearest bought me the third one so I felt compelled to read them all again.

The first reading is SO MUCH BETTER. Especially in the first one, about half way through you feel the need to actually yell WTF??!?!?!?! YOU TOTALLY GOT ME. But in the second reading you're like... I'm such an idiot for not realising. How did I not see that? Fuck. This is technically at least my third reading of the first one, but besides the point.

This series actually shits me. The guy and the girl are hopelessly in love, living in completely separate worlds but determined to make it work. ERGH. In my opinion relationships are made out of convenience in most circumstances. You're not going to go out of your way to date someone who wants to murder you're parents. Long distance at that. Did I mention that I'm really not a romantic??

There's another book, to be released next year. The third book was a slight cliff hanger but I was too busy yelling internally "FUCKING WHAT?? THATS ACTUALLY BEYOND STUPID. WHY WOULD YOU WRITE THAT?". So yeah. Great series. Nah, I just hate the direction it took. And the main character's sappiness. Which is another way of saying I just hate the main character and the story line. Hmph.

Ok. The HOLY SHIT I DID NOT SEE THAT COMING writing style. That I am quite a fan of. I am slightly convinced that I might be the only one who didn't see it though. Which is sad but there you go. I'm going to stop repeating myself now.

3 1/2 stars! yeah cool. I'm reading Harry Potter now. It's still pretty awesome, the 50th-ish time. I got called Harry on the train by some lads who hit on me and then tried to convince me to read the sports news in the paper instead. They said some other terrifying stuff but it shouldn't really be repeated. Ever. Oh, the exciting life I lead...

PS technically the author has some other name. Claudia Grey isn't her real name. My question is: If you went to the effort of putting a fake name on the cover of your book, would you tell everyone your real name at the end of the book? I'd think not.

MuchLove

book #9

So remember all that time ago, when I was gushing about how much I loved Laurell K. Hamilton's Anita Blake series?? Well I've finished them now. I think. It's mildly confusing as the author refuses to stop. So I might have to read more in the future. But for now, I don't. Which I'm actually grateful for. They ended up getting mildly repetitive and predictable. Each book was porn and violence with a lack of story line. It got frustrating after a while. Probably not one to recommend to young readers.

Also, the main character has this hang up with morality I couldn't relate to in the slightest. She runs around killing vampires, helping police with brutal murders and sleeps with about 12 different guys at once and then bitches a lot. We get that you have a conscience. I don't really care. Move on. I guess people with some sort of moral high ground would end up hating Anita if the author didn't include the "I may be a slutty murderer but I do it for the good of human-kind. Amen" bit.

WHAT ELSE?? the whole zombie bit got ignored SO much. I liked that bit. It seemed the bits I liked got brushed over a bit. LAME. OH!! the other thing that shits me about this series is that she's this kick ass character who can actually run and jump without passing out. WHY CAN'T I DO THAT?? Well technically I know the answer to that, so my real question is WHY CAN'T I WAKE UP TOMORROW WITH THOSE SKILLS?? please? Promise I'll bitch less than Anita did.

There was one book in particular which was the most terrible. I can't remember what the title was, but basically the whole story line was based on this awkward coincidence. It was really odd. I was expecting a 'jk, we actually did it on purpose, coincidences like that are SO ridiculous'. It didn't happen. And then my fav was... not sure actually. Maybe the last one? The ones without Richard in it. He is the most annoying character in the history of characters ever. SO GODDAMN ANNOYING. He just rocks up and fucks everything up. Not even exaggerating. All the other characters seem to grow. HE GETS WORSE.

I've probably complained enough now. 3 1/2 stars. It had redeeming factors. Like the first 6 books.

MuchLove.

Nothing but good times

So... last update was kind of short and un-list related. Which should mean that this update is long and lovely and VERY list related. But it's not going to be. HA! Yeah. I showed you. Not really. This is going to be a rant.

Starting with an odd question: Have you ever spent money to make you feel better about the fact that you will need to spend money?? No, I wouldn't think so. It seems like a dumb thing to do. I mean, it's probably what you'd expect of me now. Oh, it's Em, she's so dumb she reverses into poles and thinks 'retail therapy' is actually therapeutic. IT'S NOT. I do have pretty clothes now. And don't forget the shoes. But in no way am I feeling any better about the fact that I need to pay 1450$ to fix my poor mother's car. And lets not forget the 200$ for the sound system I broke when I had a party when my parents left me to look after the house. Woops.

Speaking of my incredible run of bad luck... FUCK YOU KARMA. What the hell did I do? I'm an amazing person. Not really, but I don't eat babies or burn forests down. Surely that's enough. I don't deserve this terrible bad luck. For the record I'm not a firm believer in Karma or any other belief system really. I just like being able to blame something when things go terribly wrong. Like at the moment. The ground won't swallow me and I'm getting bored of asking nicely.

I'm going to the bottle shop soon. I'm not a drunk. Promise. This will make me sound like a drunk. I'm going to tell you anyway. I couldn't get drunk this week to chillax, forget my troubles, etc. Hence the retail 'therapy'. I much pefer being on the kitchen floor, giggling about nothing and then passing out on a couch. This saturday D is being awesome and giving me an opportunity to get my drink on. Which will make things temporarily better. SO MUCH A DRUNK. Tragic. The worst thing is, when I'm drunk, all my secrets are merely conversational facts. And I'm such a light weight. Why won't the ground swallow me already?!

After the bottle shop, I'm going to uni. To pretend to be a shark. Or at least the sharks environment. My life is nothing but good times.

MuchLove.

woops.

Yesterday I drove to Penrith. I went a mildly complicated way to avoid tolls. Got lost only once. Then I got paid for eating chocolate. It was really good chocolate too. And then I went to a bunch of real estates. I'm looking at another unit in Kingswood tomorrow, hopefully. And oh yeah. I CRASHED MY MOTHERS CAR. AGAIN. Reversed into a pole. I should probably stop saying I'm an amazing driver. I'm obviously shit. Hmph.

MuchLove.

snack time

See look? I'm being a responsible blogger again :) Be proud. And just ignore the fact that I didn't blog anything I said I would ever for the last month-ish. I feel mildly bad about that. But I'm in an update-online-me mood so you get to hear the recipe from last month. I'm making it again on monday. That's how goddamn amazing it was. In respect of honesty, I'm admitting the fact that I was quite tipsy at the time. So I wouldn't hold it against you if you didn't try the recipe until monday, after which I can give you a sober response to just how delicious this recipe is. But after that you have no excuses for not trying it.

RECIPE: [SWEET POTATO, BACON AND SPINACH BAKE]

ingredients:

1kg sweet potato ( peeled and chopped )

2tsp olive oil

175g rindless bacon rashers, roughly chopped

50g butter

pinch ground nutmeg

100g baby spinach leaves

salt and pepper

1cup grated mozzarella

method:

Preheat oven to 180. Grease a baking dish. Place sweet potato in saucepan, cover with water and bring to the boil over medium-high heat.

Reduce heat and cook for 10mins or until just tender.

Meanwhile, heat oil in frying pan over medium heat. Cook bacon, stirring occasionally, for 5mins or until crisp. Drain on paper towel, set aside.

Drain sweet potato and return to pan. Add butter and nutmeg and mash until smooth.

Stir through spinach and bacon. Season with salt and pepper. Spoon into prepared dish.

Cover it with cheese, then bake it for 20mins or until cheese is melted.

So we added paprika and some other stuff when cooking the bacon and probably pulled it out of the oven early because of extreme hunger. You get the idea. I would kill for a cooktop with options like medium and high and medium-low. It would be so much more convenient that numbers up to 9. WHAT DO YOU EVEN MEAN??? And the recipe kept calling 'sweet potato', which is obviously the correct word, 'kumara'. What is this nonsense? Spell check agrees with me.

MuchLove.

who can decide what they dream?

DREAMS FOR JULY FOR 92).:

1). We went on a family trip to the snow. Munchkin wanted to go tobogganing, but the toboggans were more like dodgem cars. They were being driven by penguins. The penguins wouldn't let us have a turn. I found the guy who was in charge. Everyone was scared of him. I told him to give us a turn but he just laughed at me so I pushed his eyes into his head with my thumbs. It didn't phase him so I pinched his collar bones and twisted until they snapped.

>> So that was oddly violent. Usually I'm piss weak in my dreams. Yay for the change. I appreciate it. I'm not sure breaking a guy's clavicle will help in most situations though. I don't really grasp the significance of penguins and snow and whatnot. Maybe I should go to the snow! or not. I was probably just cold.

2). It was Mother Dearest's birthday party and Mother Dearest was freaking out. She didn't think we could cook enough pancakes and potatoes for everyone, and should therefore just cancel the party. T and I were saying we could cook some in his aunt's house but suddenly the party has started and we were at a bar. A guy from school was there telling everyone about his list. I was getting pissed off because his list was crap and had silly things on it.

>> I love list dreams. Makes me feel like it's not some weird superficial unachievable thing. Mother Dearest didn't have pancakes or potatoes at her actual party so everything was fine. She does get a bit frantic with cleaning and cooking and whatnot for every party gathering of family.

3). I was running late to an event at uni. I had someone else's tickets and I couldn't find this person to give them their tickets. My old maths teacher was there and wished me luck. I got to the ticket booth and they wanted me to pay 50$ to take a maths test I hadn't studied for. I stormed off, found some people I knew and went down to the wharf. Everyone was asleep on the ground in a protest because there wasn't any water.

>> Funny how thirst translates into dreams. Also, I kind of sort of miss doing maths. SHHHH. Not that much. It's just so clear cut and what I'm doing now is kind of wishy washy when it comes to right and wrong answers.

4). It was the day of camp, but I had no time to pack so I got T to pack some things for me and met him on the bus. He forgot to pack me any shirts so I was wearing my hoodie over swimmers ( and jeans ). We got there and everyone rushed to get a good campsite. I got really lost and then found a chick I knew from the coast. She had her car, so we drove around trying to find where to go. The roads were so tiny her car only just fit. We got to a market and started talking to a lady. She was talking about currency but I was really confused so I stole some food from her stall. She chased after me. I found a lady who owned a farm who told me how everything worked. Across the lake a circus rolled in, with fireworks going off.

>> I only ever went on one school camp. And it was messed up. It wasn't really good or bad per se, let's just stick with memorable. So I've always been kinda keen on going on another camp to see if it was just that one or all camps are that weird. T wouldn't actually forget shirts. That's silly.

5). It was the first day back at uni and I was driving this massive black SUV thing. Uni looked like it had been deserted for several years. I went exploring on some rock cliff face thing and almost fell off. I met up with Munchkin and his friend kissed me. I caught a bus back home alone. People kept singing on the bus. There was one girl sitting behind and opposite me who was singing really loudly so I turned around and coughed in her face and said "yeah, I'm not even going to be subtle about it, shut the fuck up". She was then really scared of me. I got off the bus at a deserted train station. There was a big guy there who was being a creep so I hit him over the head with a board that lit up and had cat in the hat on it. That's when I noticed the tattoo of the map on his neck, and started to be nice to him instead. I took the bit of broken board with cat in the hat on it to a tiny tv room where R was. He was playing video games and didn't care about cat in the hat.

>> I do quite love cat in the hat. They tried to make a tv show with puppets and it fails epically. Which is probably what prompted this. Like I said, appreciate being able to be violent. Munchkin's friend kissing me made me feel dirty. I did not enjoy that. I don't understand why I dreamed that at all. There's always annoying people on public transport. I just tend to tell them where to stick it more these days.

6). T and I were crossing the road when some old lady started yelling at us. I ignored the fact she was yelling and asked her questions about her shopping trolley. She was riding in it and it somehow still went forward. We got to my apartment where everyone was waiting. We were celebrating the fact that I got the apartment and my up-coming wedding. Little cousins gave me a mouse and a hamster but no where to put them. It wasn't a problem until I wanted to eat. I went to the bathroom to keep them in the bath but the bath had a giant hole in it, filled with water. I didn't want the mouse and hamster to drown so I didn't put them in.

>> I don't understand. Was I marrying my apartment? My future partner wasn't there. Well, he wasn't helping me find a spot for the animals so either he wasn't there or he was completely useless. I really want to know what the trolley was all about.

So... R guilt tripped me. And it actually worked. So this is me blogging dreams and making an effort considering it's already the 9th. Woops. My camera, which was found, is temporarily out of my care, so as much as I want to show you my jewellery, I can't. Soon friends, soon.

MuchLove.