movie #9

Second movie was Robin Hood. We weren't quite as excited for this movie as the first one. I was at that sleepy stage where I wasn't very good at following what was going on, and I needed to because I had no idea what was going on. I fell asleep for the epic battle scene near the end. There were archers and water and boats and people dying and I went to sleep.

I thought Robin Hood was all about taking from the rich and giving to the poor but this was before he got to the vigilante stage? I guess. It was sorta confusing. It could have been any olde english war story. And I didn't understand the whole relationship with Marian.

The ranga from ER was in it :) made me giggle. He was running around with a cross bow, not saving people in a hospital. Odd.

I'm thinking 2ish stars. I don't feel right judging it, in that I didn't pay close enough attention, as it was 3ish in the morning. And movie seats aren't the most comfortable. Although D letting me put my legs up and moving the arm rest helped ( THANKY!!! ). And don't think I'm cheating in not blogging about the last movie, it was Kick-Ass, which I've already seen! Twas fun seeing it the second time though.

movie #8

I went to a movie marathon with a bunch of friends last night and had a lot of fun. I'm semi dead now though. I slept all day, rendering me temporarily nocturnal. And now I'm having a post-social, waste of a day pessimistic moment. It sucks. I want to go back to the high of staying up all night.

Anyhoo... first movie of the night was Get Him To The Greek, which was hilarious. SO MUCH FUNNY. I love Russel Brand. It's probably got a lot to do with the brittishness. AND TOM FELTON WAS IN IT. I actually stopped breathing for the less than 20 seconds he was on screen, pathetic, I know, but thats how it is.

The songs were ridiculous. Brand is a washed up rock star trying to be cool again and singing these songs with the most strange lyrics. Like "Come home for my bangers, beans and mash" and "we all have the clap". I'm not describing it right, but the songs were silly, k? funny silly though, not annoying silly.

I don't really want to spoil it for you. I really want to see it again. 5 STARS. For definite. Go see it. Take me with you, if you want :)

book #8

Love and other four letter words by Carolyn Mackler was cute. The whole young adult fiction genre is odd in that you get some really intelligent complicated plot lines with memorable characters and themes and then you get books like this that have a just too happy ending. Nothing ever lines up that perfectly.

Actually, it was kinda scary. Flash backs to sixth grade, when I was most definitely going to be a writer. It was more of a FUCK OFF, STOP ASKING WHAT I WANT TO BE WHEN I GROW UP. FINE. I'LL BE A WRITER? DOES THAT MAKE YOU HAPPY/SHUT YOU UP? And then suddenly I'm writing stories and going to writing workshops and imagining what the cover of my first published book will look like. Anyway, this book reminded me of this idea I've had for a book. I've had this idea for a really long time. I'm kinda keen on starting writing and seeing where it goes.

Anyhoo... the book. I hate when I can relate to lame main characters. I was able to relate to this chick in some aspects but all the other aspects were SUPER LAME. I don't know what else to tell you. I love that she got to go to New York. She should have been more excited/grateful. Her friends' theory that people look like dogs was cute. I also try and imagine what animal a person would be, just not limiting it to breeds of dogs ( mostly because there are small dogs and big dogs and that's about as far as I get in telling them apart ).

So 3 stars? Yeah. 3 stars. Good stuff.

p.s. I've ben trying to blog about this for a while now. There was uni and then no picture on the net and then utter stubbornness to get my scanner to work. The stubbornness paid off though, I now know how to use it. It's ancient though.

p.p.s. I have decided that once I've finished reading the Anita Blake series I'm re-reading Harry Potter. I can't put into words how excited about this I am. I love Harry Potter. I've been reading fan fiction for too long though and need to get the original plot line straight in my head. And I have all the Harry Potter's so there won't be any interruptions while I seek out the next book :)

8). Go to a concert

Last friday I had an epic city adventure, all because mother dearest wanted to take me with her to Angel Place Concert Hall with the tickets her boss gave her, for a concert at lunch time. CONCERT. I didn't realise until 2 days later that I could cross something off my list. I got stuck in my head that it would be a concert for a band, as in moshing and going deaf for three days.

This wasn't a band. It was a quartet? I don't speak music, sorry. There was a chick playing violin, another chick playing viola, a guy playing cello and a chick playing piano. And they played Schuman's something something rather ( I'm guessing on the spelling ). It was quite pretty. I did enjoy it.

Before that I went to see K play guitar which was awesome ( she goes to uni in a frikin castle ). After I bought a jacket. For 5$. YEAH. And then M visited :) which was most exciting, as I have not seen her in months. But the important part of this story is: I get to cross something else off my list!!! FUCK YEAH!

Life was all a Dream...

DREAMS FOR MAY FOR 92). :

1). I was in an art gallery with a bunch of people and some friends. It suddenly dawned on us that the zombie apocalypse was worse than we thought and we needed to take cover rather than go about our daily lives. I went downstairs to tell cousin dearest that we needed to leave. He was a hippy artist and he didn't want to leave. He got eaten by a bunch of zombies. A couple of us were in a park wondering where we could go. There were houses across from the park with bars on the windows. The one we decided was safe had a giant elevator floor with a bunch of dogs on one level. One of the dogs was a shape shifter or something. I had to knock the owner out with a shovel. Once I got on the level above the one with the dogs I had lost everyone else. I realised I was really hungry but I couldn't get to the sandwiches which were in the basement, which was the level under the dogs. A friend from school showed up and was showing me how he'd tried to give himself a tattoo like mine but it was terrible. Everyone else was stuck in Kmart.

>> This was my last night in Melbourne. I woke up and giggled at how retarded my subconscious is. My cousin is the least likely person to become an artist. My friends are much too prepared for a zombie apocalypse for it to take me by surprise at an art gallery. So basically this dream is completely irrational. More so than usual. And I have no answers, so much so, I just procrastinated it. SERIOUSLY. I didn't even mean to. Umm... maybe I'm psychic. There will be a zombie apocalypse. I should avoid art galleries.

2). Papa had to drop me at school but mother dearest had told him the wrong time so we were ridiculously early. I was straightening my hair in the car outside the school, but it was primary school. I saw K crossing the road and got out of the car to tell her something but El was there too so I couldn't. They were walking around a cul-de-sac so I went into the school. T and D were arguing over whether T was 'jagged' or not. A was acting like a 10 year old. She had been dared to pee on a letter and then call the police. She walked into the other room, called the police, talked to someone briefly before an alarm went off.

>> Nup. I have no words. This is literally unable to be interpreted.

3). I desperately had to study but L and K got me to drink tequila with them in the school bus bay. Eventually I left, because I had to find and save Lucy and Piper, my grandparents' dogs, before they got to the ocean. Then I had to get my hair cut. Then I had to pull my study notes out of corpses' hands.

>> I really did need to study for typo. But I procrastinated and slept instead. And therefore dreamed that I had actual adventures preventing me from studying, rather than my own laziness. Oh, and I haven't tried tequila and I should.

4). I was staying in a summer house that had a wide verandah all the way round, with hammocks. Papa had aviators on and wouldn't take them off. He was trying to get a great tan and would change hammocks for optimum sunshine. H was standing on the front steps telling me it was time for him to go as if he'd been there a while but I hadn't realised he was even in the house.

>> I DON'T KNOW. Papa trying to get sun is weird. We're a very pale family. Hammocks would be fun about now. Also, summer would be fun too. Happy winter everyone. FARK. I hate being cold.

5). I had to visit someone in hospital but I had no way of getting there. I decided to take munchkin's scooter to where mother dearest was and take her car. On the way there was one of the drunks that talk to themselves from Kingswood station. He told me all my friends were at a party in Beecroft and I had to get there.

>> Why would I not just got straight to the hospital? WHY SCOOTER? I can't walk across a flat even surface without stumbling, adding wheels to the equation isn't intelligent. Ok, my sub conscious is telling me to exercise more, visit people and listen to people because they might tell you something important. Why I'd trust the drunk is a different question all together.

The sixth dream was also in Melbourne. I woke up, knew I'd forget it so wrote down quick notes, then went back to sleep. So my notes say "Papa and aunt. Party at train station". I cannot remember anything. I remember writing it but no recollection of what it means. Much frustrating.

I know I keep promising next month will be better, but I do believe this time I won't be lying. I have uni break after thursday. YAY. I need a job. If you want to hire me, let me know. I'm that desperate. Well not really because I'm still really lazy. REALLY lazy.

MuchLove

and one more...

I found another pic on facebook from party that I quite like. I mean, part of me is mad because I was really good at not smiling in all the other photos and this spoils it but YOU CAN SEE BLUE. And it's actually blue looking, not sewer green which is a more accurate description of it's current state. D has someone's glasses on. We took turns wearing them. They weren't T's though. There were quite a few nerds. YUP. It's T's party tonight :) chances of me remembering to take pics is slim to none but there you go.

70). Watch All of Supernatural

After some intense *cough wikipedia cough* research I have discovered that there are 5 seasons of Supernatural, with a 6th on the way. I have seasons 1-4 to watch, which I have borrowed from A. A is becoming my library. It is appreciated. Muchly. Anyhoo, my plan to watch all of Supernatural is well on the way. I've watched the first season. It was fun. They depend too much on suspense though, and I find suspense boring. Munchkin decided to borrow them but is watching them too fast. He doesn't have uni assignments as a distraction. What took me a week or two took him two days. So now he's ahead. GRR FACE. That's about all I've got to tell you.

It's T's birthday tomorrow :) HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

MuchLove.

chicken tonight

Last month I said something along the lines of: "Next month I will make an amazing meal and take photos and hold onto the recipe as if my life depended on it". So I have a ridiculous amount of assignments, and procrastibaking is taking it too far at the moment. So I'm compromising and including another tuesday night recipe. From the checklist created by me last month: make an amazing meal ( check ). Take photos ( not check. I didn't think I'd be blogging it. ). Hold onto the recipe ( check! I half made it up and used online stuff so I have a record of it ).

RECIPE: [TERIYAKI CHICKEN]

ingredients:

500g chicken breast

4 tbs sake

8 tbs soy sauce

8 tbs mirin

4 tbs sugar

enough jasmine rice to feed x amount of people

frozen vegetable mix

method:

Put the rice in a bowl, covered and then some with water and put in the microwave for 10 mins. When it pips stir it and put it back in for 10. Meanwhile, chuck the chicken and all the other stuff in a bowl. But the bowl in the fridge for 15 mins. Cook up the frozen veg mix in a fry pan. once it starts to defrost put in a bowl to the side. Get the chicken out of the fridge, put vegetable oil in the pan and then put the chicken in. It'll splatter. Watch your eyes. Put the rest of the sauce in too. Let it simmer a bit. Then chuck the vegies back in. SERVE.

That was a bit blase. Woops. You get the idea though. I didn't really know what I was doing. If you follow the instructions on the vegie pack and the rice pack you should be fine. Everyone here loved it. I'm keen to make it again. So yay for May and 45). I guess.

oh yeah...

I didn't pierce my nose. I had ice and rings and pins and tissues. But the ice just made my nose run, the ring wouldn't go through, the pin got half way through and then I got that ridiculous itchy nose syndrome thing where I can no longer function. YEAH. So no metal in my nose. I also thought it was quite funny that a) Munchkin told Mother Dearest I was intending on doing it and b) that she got thingy about it. Oh sure get a tattoo that is so goddamn permanent, but don't you dare put a hole through your nose for one night. Well, more of a 'if that get's infected...'. Thanks Mum. Hadn't thought of that. *cough cough*. Yep, just in case you were wondering. k.

PARTAY

In typical me fashion, I completely forgot to take photos on saturday night at K and El's party. Even though I said I would. I did take my camera. It just sat in my bag with all the other useless crap I take everywhere I go. However other people did take photos. Or give me their camera to take pics, like this first one. Well, take pics after drunk me worked out I was actually taking a video. Besides the point.

Left to Right: D as a punk, A as a cheerleader, K as a hippy aka herself and Q as slash.

Me the goth, A the cheerleader and some random being a lad.

M as a japanese tourist ( her and E matched ) and Me.

And I only just realised that Slash is not a stereotype. WTF Q?. So yeah, party that didn't end with vom. FUCK YEAH. Cheeseburgers are a much better ending. It was quite amusing to watch people's costumes slowly disintegrate. Nerds lost glasses, heels came off, jumpers covered everything up and A and K actually swapped outfits. Nothing changed with me though, once I start drinking I stop moving and therefore sat in front of a fire with some awesome people gossiping about shit all and sharing a cigar or two ( thanky L ). I have no idea when the next party will be. This saddens me. I'm much too lazy to make an effort to see people. YUP.

Don't even wonder how this relates to my list. It doesn't. Except maybe the keep in contact bit. That was the first time all of my 6 were together in one place in yonks. Which was nice. I miss that.

MuchLove.

Stomp on Faces

I haven't done anything list related or blog worthy. I'm drowning in uni work. So I'm procrastinating. I felt the need to share my excitement about this saturday. K and El are having a joint 18th party. A themed party. 'stereotypes'. So I'm goth-ing up. It's gonna be mad fun! I borrowed A's corset. I bought these mad boots...

Well... I would have bought them anyway. They're so goddamn hot. YEAH. And I'm considering piercing my nose. Which I'd do myself. Which is probably asking for trouble. But I haven't done anything really stupid in a while. That's a lie. I've done more stupid ( yet awesomely fun ) things this year than I have my entire life. But yes. S suggested I just use a fake ring in my nose. Which I already have two of. But they pinch. And I'd rather the 10mins of intense pain to the 5hrs of annoying pinching. Which is probably sadistic or masochistic or another one of those psychological disorder words but that's the honest truth. Munchkin gave me a huge lecture on infection and something and something. I'm thinking forgiveness rather than permission with parents. They're pretty cool with the mutilation of my body when it's hide-able, but I don't know how a piece of metal in my nose will go down. MEH. So yup. Saturday. Hopefully, pics will follow. Who am I kidding. There will def be pics. Mostly coz I've only blogged 4ish times this month and we're getting close to the end. FARK. I need to bake.

If no one else dresses up I'm going to be really pissed. I will stomp their faces in with my new shiny boots.

MuchLove.

Rubix cube sob story

I've been incredibly lazy and for that I apologise. I'm going to complain now because that's about all I'm good for.

MY FACE HURTS. I have a cold. Again. So sinus's are all mmm stabby and snot. YUM. And then my wisdom tooth is cutting through again. Other side this time. Still only one. And I've managed to bite myself on the inside of my cheek and anyone who has done this before can tell you how goddamn annoying it is. I hit my head getting out of my uni friend's car the other day. At the time it was all 'ow.. fuck it... OW!'. Move on. No time. I could have been concussed. But now it's all bruised and sensitive and covered in hair so I can't even show how awesome I am at dealing with intense bruising. Yep. That's the story of my hurting face.

Sad news, friends. This picture clearly shows a rubix cube in multiple pieces. It got crushed in my uni bag. And by crushed I mean, disintegrated into more pieces than you thought possible. My uni friends managed to complete it in a 2D sense. It was kinda giggle worthy. And then about 5 of us pulled out cameras and phones to take pics of it. We are AWESOME. Anyway, this was Munchkin's rubix cube. Which I'll need to replace. Yeah. I managed to complete it once before it destroyed itself. That was an epic moment. On the train, with my cheat sheet next to me. And then suddenly it was a perfect rubix cube and I hadn't had to use the cheat sheet at all. Instead of dancing around in circles like an idiot ( which is what I really wanted to do, but couldn't, because I was on a train, and society frowns upon random outbursts of happy dancing ) I grinned like a nutter. Made a friend over it. In that, I don't know his name, but he's in my course and waved when he got off the train. Totally counts as a friend. But yeah, tried to repeat the awesomeness but failed EPICALLY. It's cool. I'll replace the cube, complete it five times in a row with no cheating ( well codes and shit, but no looking at them ) and then cross off 37).! YEAH.

MuchLove.

movie #7

I get to cross off 2). See a movie alone because of this movie. Which is awesome on its own, but I actually really enjoyed this movie. But yes, Alone ness first. It wasn't really odd at all except before going in and straight after it finished. Those were the moments where there would normally be social ness. In fact, I tried to steal internet in order to be social before the movie. Which is pathetic ( more pathetic in that it didn't work ). The guys sitting behind me were rather entertaining and much like the people I'd normally see movies with. So that was cool. And they laughed almost as often as I did. Almost.

I loved Hit-Girl. None of that pink girly shit. Twas awesome. But at the same time terrifying, in that killing people and getting shot didn't phase her in the slightest. And Nicolas Cage?! WTF? I had no idea he was in it.

I'm falling asleep and have no idea what to write about. Red Mist reminded me of Neville Longbottom. Completely different guy. This guy was in Role Models though. That's why he looked familiar. The main character should have looked familiar but didn't. K told me he was in Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging and I had to IMDB stalk him before I could even see a resemblance. They changed his hair dramatically, ok? Plus he tended to have blood all over his face in this movie.

Umm.... soundtrack.... I don't remember much. There was one scene with the chick killing a ridiculous amount of guys to 90's angsty girl rock. "I DON'T GIVE A DAMN BOUT MY REPUTATION". As if you don't know what I'm talking about. It was pretty awesome.

5 stars? I'm feeling generous. Mostly sleepy. Whatever. It was a good movie. I'd enjoy watching it again. Ok, nap time.

I hope that dreams come when I die

DREAMS FOR APRIL FOR 92). :

1). I had caught a train to the city but got turned around a lot. It was very confusing. Munchkin had some sort of stall wagon thing. I was near the ocean. I didn't know anyone around me and felt really alone. Then there was a guy from uni who also didn't know anyone. We were both happy to find a familiar face. We started talking and walking. I was telling him about life and how life wasn't short and whoever said that was pretty stupid. We ended up on the wharf and there was no one around. It was just really peaceful.

>> I now notice this guy at uni way too much. He just seems to always be there, even though we don't have any tuts together. So I've picked up on all this stuff about him, coz I'm exceptionally observant. I don't know why I had a dream about him. ODD. I think I need to adventure to the beach before it gets too cold. I really do get a sense of peace from visiting the ocean. Which is ridiculously cliche. I always get sunburnt too. I should hate the beach.

I've been putting off blogging my dreams because I can only remember one dream for the entire month. PATHETIC. I've woken up a couple of times smiling, or worrying about M or others, or thinking of the pregnant chick I'm somehow related to. So I know I've been dreaming, I just can't remember details. Which is sad. Next month will be fun though :) It's only 7 days in and I've already got four to tell you about.

MuchLove.

asian mini-mart and other quests of late

My melbourne trip was quite the fun. It's really easy to sum up quickly but I'm pulling the my-blog-my-rules line, and giving a step by step run down. But feel lucky in that you were going to get in detail diagrams and pictures illustrating various aspects of my weekend, but Jasper doesn't have a MS Paint alternative. Well, Adobe Illustrator but thats going high-tech and beyond my knowledge. So therefore, no diagrams or pictures. Photos though! I'm not very good at taking the tourist shots. Or even happy snaps. I secretly hate people who take photos. It's such a 'What are you doing?!' response. Half the time there's no point. And the pouting scares me. So I try not to subject others to this treatment. But I took a couple :)

DAY 1. Papa rushes me out the door. I almost forget my ticket ( as in give me the keys, I forgot something important, I know we're in the car already, it's REALLY important ). I get there with LOADS of time. They say get there 2 hours before so i figured an 1/1/2 would be fine. And get there with 2 hours. Cool? anyhoo... Airport. People start asking me questions. Do I look like a frequent flier? WTF? don't ask me! Airport breakfast alone was surprisingly good. Then I bought myself a book :) One of the Charlaine Harris one's I am missing.

Then I got on this plane. The one in the front, not the red one. I was mad excited by this stage. I love flying. I was the jittery kid waiting at the gates of Disneyland and everyone else looked bored or terrified. And then flying got more cool points because I had a window seat. And then everything crashed and burned because I was put next to a small child. And small child's sibling next to him. And the sibling felt the need to fake scream. TERRIBLE. Get there, get picked up. Realise why I miss my aunt so much. She's just so frikin awesome. And my little cousins are pretty adorable. Right, and then I ditched them for Rach.

See the child in the pink dress? MOST ANNOYING CHILD EVER. And wearing crocs. Now you agree with me.

Got on a train at this station. Trains in Melbourne are fucked. They are so confusing. The screens suck, there's no maps, the trains only have one level and therefore so much less seating and they only tell you the final destination. LAME. Anyhoo, after a while of 'where are you? where am I? WHATS GOING ON!?', Rach and I got on a tram. Missed our stop. Walked around for long time. Found the missing asian mini-mart. Consumed cake. Marvelled at trippy owl backbacks. People watched at Federation Square. Twas awesome. I quite like Melbourne. There's some pretty cool people there ( I'm judging by their shoes. I think it's a pretty good indicator ). Yeah. So Rach had to be back to the boarding house by 9.30 so I got my aunt to pick me up because she offered and I already hated the trains with an acute intensity. But it was cold and I didn't want to wait outside in a foreign city... Ok, it was only the cold bothering me but I didn't want to sound completely hopeless. Anyway, avoiding the cold in a hotel foyer. They had awesome chairs. I was tempted to take a picture but I already felt odd enough that I was sitting in a random hotel. And then car trip back. Yip Yip.

DAY 2. Uncle and small ones took me to VIC markets ( YEAH, one more down! ). This is my little cousins in the car. Iris is pretend yawning. She's such a drama queen, it's hilarious. I really hope she grows out of the 'long hair and pink are my favourites' stage. Anyway. Markets. They're amazing. I could literally spend hours in there. I did spend hours in there. More hours then. They have fabulous cheese :) and clothes and shoes and jewellery and STUFF. Oh, yeah and wigs.

This is my cousin in a pink wig. Isn't she adorable?? NAWWW. I tried on this punk rocker blue crop style wig. Twas rad. But 50$. And it made my eyebrows look weird. So no extra blue hair for me. YUP. Left markets and Rach. WHAT ELSE DID I DO ON SATURDAY? darn memory, letting me down. Oh yeah. I found out there was a bathroom in my room. An en suite. I didn't explore my room at all. Woops.

DAY 3. I went to Danish school! It was fun. I felt so awkward though. I hardly understood anything. I was a sheep puppet in my aunts play. All I said was "yah". Which is Danish for "yes". EVERYONE WAS BLONDE. And then I watched Iris' class. They sang a song about a bear and then got chased. I got cranky at the feral kids. Then we went to ikea and marvelled at the marvellousness that is ikea. And then back to their home in Sunburry.

In the afternoon I had an intense desire to shop. So I took their other car ( i forgot to take a pic of the outside. SORRY! and it was amazing too ) and went down to the local shops and laughed hysterically at their sad excuse of shopping. Which was all closed anyway.

Flower buying then illegal photo taking of investment property for parents ( it wasn't really illegal, just felt that way. Empty house, no one around, taking pics and trying not to fall over on uneven soil ). I managed to get around by following a map. That's fucking amazing. That night, after dinner, little cousin Henry, who is only 18 months, was eating a yogurt. Which is mostly boring but he had the spoon in his mouth, and then was moving it up and down while watching it cross eyed. He looked so much like a chameleon. NAWWW.

DAY 4. Plane home! Which was hilarious because we were running extreme late. And it was my aunts birthday. And I got to the airport with literally minutes to spare. Then experienced the worst tasting cookie in the universe. Got asked more questions about flying and airports. Didn't get a window seat. And the woman next to me had fuzzy hair so I couldn't even see past her to the window. I've never been surprised by landing before. Yup. And then I went straight to uni. With my suitcase. SO MUCH FUN. ( this was where I would include illustration of how the size of my suitcase compared to the guy on the train this morning. He made me feel so much better ).

Ok, so I get to cross off travel to a new place and the market one, and I went two days without a computer ( I know, I'm still alive, crazy, right? ). This makes me happy.

The End.

This just reminded me of a bunch of guys from school. Which made me laugh. The 'gabba' bit. YUP.

MuchLove.

QUICK!

This is a quick! blog something before midnight! post.

I am in Melbourne.

I got to see my girl Rach this arvo/evening. Which was awesome. And more awesome, I get to see her again tomorrow. YEAH!

I went to all these new places ( because I'm in fucking melbourne! )

I splurged unnecessarily on my self today. I bought a book. For the plane. I can justify the purchase with convincing arguments though.

I still think flying is UHMAZING. Even if I was put next to a small child. With a small child next to that small child. THEY'RE EVERYWHERE. Turbulence is fun, not scary. Stop fake screaming.

I have vanilla tea. I forgot sugar, yet it's still amazing.

I plan on blogging all about Melbourne once I get back to Sydney. With pictures. Drawn or photographed. It'll be epic.

I don't really have anything else to say.

MuchLove.

recipe time!

BUT NO! because I got to the kitchen board thing where I expected the recipe to still be... and it's gone. It was an epic FUUUUUUUCCKKKK..... moment. Which ended with me forgetting to get cookie. Tragic, I know. I'm pretty happy with my sandwich though.

So... this recipe that is now missing.... I'll tell you what I remember!! It'll be like an adventure cooking show rather than here make it yourself. EPIC.

I started in the garden. That's right. We grow things. I got basil and parsley. We're making pesto! In a food processor! ok, the food processor didn't work so great so maybe try using mortar and pestle or something. I have a lack of patience and arm muscles so that's why the food processor. Mushed up stuff from garden... add some olive oil. and some parmesan cheese. and some pine nuts if you have some. We had barely any, so I decorated with them instead.

Ok next, gnocchi goes in pot. Gets boiled. Gets out of pot when squidgy. Drained and then put in pan with some cream and some something I've forgotten. Maybe more cheese? Anyway. Mix it up. In the pan. And then add some of that pesto. YEAH. Dinner.

Decorate it to the X-treme with pine nuts and parmesan cheese!

I'm sorry. That was ridiculous. Part of me is mad at the rest of me for writing that. TERRIBLE. Darn recipe, leaving me like that. Next month I will make an amazing meal and take photos and hold onto the recipe as if my life depended on it.

book #7

So I'm pretty sure this book is called Erasure. Or Fuck. Whichever. I'll know what you're talking about. It's by Percival Everett. And I did quite enjoy it, even though it was worlds away from what I normally read ( ie. young adult fiction ).

The main character's name was Thelonious. How amazing, right? I want an awkward never-before-heard name. Would be the MOST fun. Especially if I was an almost famous writer.

I liked this book for its odd composure. I just spent 5 mins trying to think of the right word. It's still not right. I shall explain: The author switches between first person to letters to a book within a book and back again. It makes for an interesting read. Ooh and the paper changed with the changes. I found that quite cool.

Little things annoyed me. And then over analysing them annoyed me further. I couldn't work out if the author included these little things to bring attention to the issues or because that was his opinion on the issue.

I have a hard cover version of this book. I don't understand why, but reading hard cover seems more fun. WHY? That's just silly.

4 stars. I enjoyed it but the ending threw me. And they kept chucking in not-english. ARGH, I SPEAK ENGLISH. Not whatever this italicised ness is. WOAH. Ness is a word, according to spell check!? Sorry, so easily side tracked.

movie #6

So I'm getting slack at the movie blogging. Sorry. But I'm making up for it for blogging about this oddly fantastic movie. It was another one where you are asking yourself WTF? constantly through out the entire thing, yet still giggling at the ridiculous.

I.... don't know what else to tell you. Ok, fun facts. Same guys who sing in Lonely Planet or Island or... crap. I have no memory. The "I'm On A Boat" people. Yeah, now you know exactly who I'm talking about. Isla Fisher is kind of amazing. And I somewhat wouldn't mind being her.

WHAT DO I NORMALLY WRITE HERE? Oh right. More excuses. I also watched Transformers. Which, as we all know, is an epic movie. Which I've watched more times than I have fingers. And therefore doesn't need to be blogged about. Yup.

I'm thinking 3 stars. Maybe 3 and a half. There was a lot of cringing. I don't really like cringe movies, but this was still funny. I understood more facebook groups because of watching this movie. I love feeling included :)

55). Get tattoo of star

Tattoo adventure! HELLZ YEAH! So much fun. And they lie about the pain. Or I got really nifty anaesthetic. Either way. Barely felt anything. And I now have the outline of a five point star behind my ear. I felt quite badass.
This is N's bandaged up spontaneous tattoo. Which, for the record, I disprove of. The spontaneity, not the actual tattoo. The tattoo is pretty cool. And the people were pretty cool ( The Illustrated Man, look them up ).
And this is mine XD I can't physically see it without two mirrors. But it's pretty cool, right? My little 4 year old cousin thinks it's pretty. I think so too.