day in the life of

I got rejected for the amazing apartment with the red wall and air-conditioning and balcony and hilarious laundry. By text message, no less. Such a bitch. I quite liked that place. I was full conscientious and what-not about it too. 13 years of getting it written on report cards and how does it help? IT DOESN'T. I got a freaking job, what more could they want? Seriously though, what do I have to do? I want to live in Kingswood. It shouldn't be this hard. On thursdays they have free dinner in the train station car park!! ( I finally figured out what the cult of plastic chairs was using as their front ).

What else?? I can now recite the alphabet backwards. Obviously, I can't demonstrate this skill over the net. But I promise this is actually a new skill of mine. I think I'm going to train up my right hand next. I bet your wondering where I got all this extra time to learn such crucial skills such as reciting the alphabet backwards, what with working and uni and sleeping!? Well you see, when you get paid handsomely for sitting on the phone for multiple hours, you don't have much to do with your hands. Or your brain. I started with pretty pictures, then moved onto the alphabet and realised I should use the time wisely and become ambidextrous. I believe it will work. Eventually.

I just finished watching season 5 of Supernatural. I felt super achieved, and then realised they've just started a new season. Which means I can't cross it off. Which makes me cranky. It ended well, too. It was all YEAH GOOD JOB!! and then no. They couldn't just let it be. So now I'm hooked on skins, finding myself speaking british because of it. It makes me feel like my childhood and teen years were muchos innocent. Which they were, unremarkably so, but I always thought that was typical. Skins makes me think not. Or that all brits are a ickle bit nuts. I haven't decided yet.

So I kind of, sort of just realised tomorrow is October, and I should therefore have a recipe for you. Since my life has been reduced to uni, work, sleep and train time I don't get to cook much. I made hamburgers for dinner earlier this month and scoffed at the idea of using hamburgers as a recipe because let's face it, it's a glorified sandwich. BUT FUCK IT.

RECIPE: [HAMBURGERS]

ingredients:

pack(?) of mince

2tbs Worcestershire sauce

1tbs tomato sauce

onion salt

pepper

egg

bread crumbs

baby spinach leaves

beetroot

cheese

damper rolls

your choice of condiments

method:

basically, chuck the meat in a bowl with the other ingredients down to bread crumbs. Mush it up, with your hands. When it's proper mixed, split it up and make it look like hamburger patties. Then cook them, until they're cooked. Obviously. If you want, you can toast your roll. Which you will, because it makes it better. Obviously, everyone likes their burgers differently, BUT if you want to make my idea of the perfect burger, you will have: bottom of roll, mayo, sweet chilli sauce, baby spinach leaves, cheese, meat, more cheese, beetroot, tomato sauce, top of roll. You may need a bigger mouth. COOL.

That was terrible. I'm so sorry.

MuchLove.

sup?

I am the proud owner of a very pretty printer/scanner/magik box. It's quite shiny. It has buttons and what not. It is the result of me going... I have almost everything I could possibly need for a flat!! EVERYTHING. Oh, wait, I don't have a printer. HOLY FUCKING SHIT. I DON'T HAVE A PRINTER. I will most definitely need a printer. Let's buy a printer. Ok, done. This will probably happen more and more now that I have a job and apartments to look at. Although my big intention is to save and buy a giant bed. And then save some more and buy a car.

I'm looking at a really frikin awesome apartment this arvo. It's 2 bedroom and has a balcony and an internal laundry and air conditioning and floorboards. I'm quite excited. In fact, my entire family is excited. And I'm talking extended family. As in my grandparents and Papa are coming to look at the place with me. I'm not complaining, it means I don't have to catch the train. But it will be a little odd. Just a little.

So yes, my grandparents and uncle are currently sleeping downstairs in the spare room. Kind of dormitory style. It's the reason I'm writing this now, actually. Usually I'd have the house to myself and could just go about making myself look super duper responsible for this afternoon. But the bathroom is taken. So I'm trying to do something constructive with my time. And don't ask how my assignments are going. They're not. They're at a stand still for being so stupid. Yes, I'm blaming the assignments for their lack of being done. And on that note, I have an overdue library book. They will want my monies. Which I just spent on a shiny printer.

MuchLove.

movie #11

Only a tiny bit late... I saw The A Team with H a while back. And when I say a while back I kind of only remember it being kind of violent and ridiculous. I remember Bradley Cooper being awesome. Because he is quite awesome. Yes.

What else? They flew a tank. IN THE SKY. the fuck? Pretty much the whole movie was a "...the fuck??" moment. I want to say it was stupid but it was actually pretty funny. So basically I'm going with it's a ridiculous movie. Not a lot of it was plausible. I guess if you just give up trying to understand how and go with why it'll make sense. Sort of. Not really though.

2.5 stars. I really still can't decide if it was amazing or terrible. It really was just ridiculous. I'd probably have enjoyed it more if I understood the back story of it all. Apparently it was a heaps popular tv show or some shit. I have no idea. Maybe one day I'll be nifty enough to follow popular culture and understand what's going on in the world around me. Until then...

MuchLove.

distraction.

I'm procrastinating. I have a huge pile of clothes on my bed, so I'm forced to put them away before I go to bed. Which I really want to do but now can't because of all the clothes in my way. And instead of logically just putting them away, I'm avoiding it. Woot. There was actual reason for this...

I didn't get to go blog crazy with an excessive amount of movie tales. You may have noticed. Anyway, story is, I went to pick up munchkin from his friend's place; he gets in the car, and I see his finger covered in tissues and sticky tape. Turns out he was making pizza, was cutting salami, the knife slipped and then he wouldn't stop bleeding for 15 mins. They taped him up, he ate pizza, played video games and decided it wasn't a problem. It was still sort of bleeding 3hrs after he cut it, but in fear of freaking out Mother Dearest he didn't want to say anything. After convincing him otherwise, Mother Dearest played nurse, used her uncanny ability to guilt trip and then suddenly we're on the way to the hospital because it's still bleeding.

Hornsby hospital is kind of pretty. Papa was ridiculously embarrassing. He couldn't remember Munchkin's birthday, told the doctor how to do her job and said people don't cut themselves on purpose. This is all after my first 6 hr shift of working. Fun times. So, in the end, Munchkin got liquid skin scab stuff thing and steri strips. And probably another gnarly scar. Bitch.

And after all that I've lost my list of movies. There were only 5, I can just remember them hopefully, then write about them after I've dealt with this pile of clothes.

MuchLove.

movie #10

So I'm not going to blog about each individual movie. That would be silly. But it gets a bigger picture? Yes. Good. Basically, I admitted I'd never seen all the star wars's before in front of people who were somewhat outraged at this fact. H was outraged enough to watch them all with me and put up with my dumb questions. There were a lot of dumb questions. I tend to forget that when I'm ridiculously confused I should probably think it out a bit before speaking. But I almost completely followed along! And it's not my fault if people don't age properly and sequels and prequels are all over the place. Also, it took us a ridiculous amount of time to watch them all. I'm talking months. You try following that over several months. There's so many goddamn characters who steal each others names and can't properly die.

There were some bits where I suddenly knew exactly what was happening and who was doing what and where. Not because I'm nifty at following along, but because I'd seen it before at some point. Cousin dearest assures me he has forced me to watch them at some point, but I don't believe him in the slightest. Mostly because I have no recollection of this besides a couple of scenes being familiar.

Cool thing about having seen them all now is that I get references. There's been a bunch of t-shirts on teefury with star wars references that I never would have gotten before but now it's all OMFG THAT'S HILARIOUS. Funny moment, Papa has had this dictionary thing since school and its got a pic of this fluffy thing on the front and I always thought he was a pansy kid for having an angry teddy looking thing on his school books. It was actually an Ewok. Papa was just a star wars nut. I'm not sure that's better. In other news, Yoda is freaking awesome. I had no idea.

I don't want to give it a star value. Not for any particular reason. Just don't want to. But I have to, so 4. Dandy.

And 2.4 became loads more.

This is going to be one of those weird moments where I get ridiculously competitive for no particular reason. I'm going to blame R with his snide remarks of 'suck it', and then giving factual evidence I strongly disagree with. Also, he started some weird facebook thing where you poke them? I have no idea what the fuck is going on. But he started it. And I shall win. When I work out how. Anyhoo, the blogging thing, maybe I should start a quality over quantity argument, but instead I'm going to up my blog count and therefore win. Again. How, may you ask, am I going to boost the number of posts? Especially because I'm the laziest person I know?? MOVIES!! It's been too long. So long in fact I couldn't remember what movies I had seen. I thought I'd be really clever about it and use the cinebuzz card thing record but turns out that system is completely flawed and often gives you points for movies without titles. So then I went to the next best thing which was finding each individual ticket. I found tickets from January last year, from movies I don't remember seeing and multiple tickets from the same movie. Anyway, I now have a list of 5 movies to blog about. YES. And I also need to find a comment I made a while ago about movies because I seem to remember promising to write about star wars and something else. The former deserving some sort of recognition. Cool.

Also, I failed at going a week using only public transport. I'm going to a family birthday dinner thing tomorrow which means drive in with family. I'm not quite committed enough to just meet them there. So because I knew I'd be breaking the week ban thing I got a lift today with A, who totally can drive now, which is very exciting. And tonight I'm picking up Munchkin because I'm a freaking AMAZING sister. BTW, the car is fixed up all pretty again so I can drive and whatnot.

MuchLove.

can officially answer "where do you work?".

I'm totally a working girl now. A call girl. BAHAHA. Telemarketer. YEAH. That wasn't even funny, I'm so sorry. I'm going to be so bored of saying "I'm Em from Epilepsy Action Australia...". But it's cool! I have a job! It's exciting! Means next apartment I apply for will definitely be successful *fingers crossed*. YEP. I had training today from 12 til 8. I got to talk to multiple small children and some angry people too. And a 14 yr old who sounded older than I do. I'm exhausted and going to bed.

BTW I'm not crossing it off until I get my first pay check thing jig. Just in case.

MuchLove.

you think of a title.

I have exciting news and a silver lining!

Exciting news: I HAVE A JOB INTERVIEW TOMORO! I really hope I get it. So please cross your fingers for me. Or wish me luck. Or whatever you feel will help my chances of being employed. Which isn't just a yay look I'm a mature person who attends uni and has a job and seeks an apartment, it's a list thing! YEAH! number 78). Woo. Updates will follow...

And the silver lining is.... I can do 81). Use only public transport for a week, this week as my mother's car is now being repaired. Which means that job will definitely come in handy, 1450$ is excessive, I believe. So as much as it's a yay for finding a silver lining I can't quite find one for my mother. She just gets to go a week without her car. Not nearly as fun.

You know what? this is completely unrelated to anything exciting or what not but RUBIX CUBES ARE STALKING ME. Or something. There was a woman on the train with a rubix looking handbag which was actually just annoying. And then there was a rubix cube keyring. ALL IN ONE DAY. I need me a rubix cube. My birthday is in less than a month, someone please buy me a rubix cube. It's actually list related, 37). Yep.

MuchLove.

marvellous.

Try again. I tried to copy and paste and then everything went to shit. Never mind. I HAVE EXCITING STORIES TO SHARE!!

Firstly, is the adventure I hinted at earlier about crossing something off my list. I can cross off 10). Visit a museum for a specific exhibit because I went to the Museum of Human Diseases. YEAH!! It was really quite amazing with livers the size of my chest cavity and kidneys smaller than walnuts and oesophagus's and bits of skull and blue lungs and loads of other bits of body. This was all at R's uni so we met up and had lunch and he showed me all the marvels of a real uni ( people and buildings and food courts and libraries 7 stories tall ) before getting mildly confused at an empty window and locked door that was the museum. After stopping R from using the emergency phone, some lady appeared out of no where, took our bags and then let us in. We weren't allowed to take pics :( They had some mad infrared mp3 thing that we didn't use but was cool all the same. The bay things were set out in the most odd fashion which triggered R and I's OCD something chronic. BUT THERE WERE BRAINS AND FUSED SPINES AND GANGRENOUS FEET. So much awesome. If you care to read all about this adventure from R's POV: http://myhandisonfire.blogspot.com/2010/09/adventure-ii.html. His blog is actually quite awesome, and you should most definitely read it. All of it. And then encourage him to blog more often because it entertains me when I'm bored.

And second bit of awesome news is that I have now completed two thirds of list item 73). Drastically change my hair 3 times. Technically I picked 3 times so I'd be forced to change my hair at least once a year. I forgot how much I thoroughly enjoy changing my hair. I got ditched repetitively by T, my marvellous stylist, so my hair that was meant to be a welcome to spring is now a 'oh, hey spring, didn't notice you until now' or something. Totally makes sense, this weather is barely spring anyway. So, yes, predictably I forgot to take a before shot. Again. I have a pic from mid July which is close enough, right? GOOD.

Yes. Notice the generally red-brown-ness and lack of fringe. After half a day of being upside down in the bath tub, numerous chemicals and cursing my marvellous stylist for not being confident enough, I now look like this:

YEAH. I just realised I now look about 5 yrs younger. Which is a bit of a shame. BUT IM BLONDE! I've never gone blonde before. Practically every other colour, and blonde streaks but not fully blonde. I think V's comment of "You're going to look albino!!" freaked me out the most, but I'm happy with it :) Most people who have seen it so far says it suits me. YAY.

k. That is all.

MuchLove.

dreaming of screaming

DREAMS FOR AUGUST FOR 92).:

1). I finally got to sleep, realised I was dreaming and woke up again. I'd just watched inception and it well and truly fucked with my mind. And sleeping patterns. I'm just grateful it was only one night.

2). I was at a house party with three friends from uni. One of them sung a song of rejection to the guy ( who took it badly ) and then stormed out. The other chick had no idea what was going on. I was quite sympathetic for the guy who got rejected in song. We then walked the oblivious chick to the train station. When we got back, his friends had turned up so we decided to go swimming. We all jumped in the pool. The guy's parents showed up and suddenly the pool didn't have water in it anymore.

>> This is because I'm witnessing some messed up love triangle thing that none of them know they're included in, but I know because one of them likes to talk a lot and I'm exceptionally observant when it comes to these things. The two chicks leaving and us just having a pool party is basically how I want the whole situation to turn out - they can rack off and be annoying and touchy feely somewhere else and I shall party with the one who isn't annoying. GREAT PLAN. I'd also very much like to go swimming again soon.

3). I had an awesome apartment with roof access. I went up on the roof for a smoke and Papa followed me and stole my cigarettes. I thought this was hilarious because he thought that would make me quit but I knew I could just buy more. Then I went back to my giant bed which I was sharing with a bunch of friends.

>> These smoking dreams are getting creepy. And I really do want a giant bed to share with a bunch of friends. TO SLEEP. ONLY. GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER. ahem. Mother Dearest had a dream the same night I had this, that I wish to share. I was pregnant and flustered because I had no way of getting to the abortion clinic. She kept asking me if I wanted to talk about it and I kept incredulously telling her she just had to get me there, and that I didn't need to talk about it. I laughed when she told me, because it's ridiculously accurate. I would probably get someone other than my mother to take me though...

4). I was at the airport with Munchkin. It's completely empty and sterile clean. Creepy squeaky clean. Mother Dearest and Papa are at the security checkpoint. I put two bags of mini m'n'm's on the conveyor belt. Mother Dearest tells me I have to open them before they get x-rayed. Munchkin starts laughing at me. I open the first bag and try and hold the m'n'm's in the bag and put it through the x-ray. I then snap at Munchkin to do the second bag which shuts him up.

>> I love snooze dreams. The 5 min ones between the alarms are the most ridiculous, second only to drunk dreams. I have no idea what this means in the slightest. Maybe I should get me some m'n'm's.

5). I was in a dodgy ice cream store with T. He was taking forever to eat and I was so bored so I was lying on the chair with my feet over the back of it and my head near the ground. There was a man half in the wall eating the ice cream in the painting. The other end of the store had some drunks who were smoking. The boss came out and I righted myself in the chair. He yelled at his employees and then left for the night. There was two balls of ice-cream somehow joined together and on fire that was thrown down the street. Everyone ran for it. A cop car came screeching past and yelled "HOLY BALLS" and I realised I was in England. I ran off in the opposite direction, giggling to myself. I found a giant box on top of a car and pushed it off onto the road. I found this hilarious and did it 6 more times. I get back to my house and find my dad had gotten me a bionicle. I steal it and jump onto my bed and try to shut the gate but it breaks off in my hands and I'm left lying on my back with two bits of fence in absolute stitches.

>> I woke up laughing. I haven't done that in a while. I don't really get most of it. I get the waiting for T. I get the rebellious running through the streets. Everything else I draw a blank. I like that I had a giant bed in two dreams in one month. I will get me a giant bed. I have decided.

Well that was fun. I know the first doesn't really count but I felt the need to include it. Twas most frustrating. I've been lazy with writing dreams down but I really just haven't had the time. It's all travel, uni, travel, eat, sleep. repeat. Which is lame. In other news, I applied for a job. fingers crossed. And even more news, I get to cross something off my list. I shall write about it tomorrow. Or later. SUSPENSE. right? sorry.

MuchLove.

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.