Today’s post is brought to you by Wendy ~inspiring me to blog~. Let me pretend that life has been super exciting and full of sparkles, hence misleading you into thinking I’m definitely not spending my entire summer holiday on Reddit. Oh my god, Reddit is so much worse at sucking your life away than Tumblr. I mean, what?
I trick cats to snuggle into boxes.
I put a couple of boxes on the decking just in case Blackberry wanted some shade on a scorcher of a summer day. Summer sucks. Til forever. I have the feeling my cat feels the same way.
Warning: irrelevant cat lady rambling. Today she caught a yellow bird. To get everyone’s attention she made muffled trilling noises only to be kicked out of the house. Not wanting her to feel bad (especially since it takes a Big Deal to make her meow), I watched her eat it. The sound of crunching bones will haunt me forever. Acck, such a vicious cat, I can never look at her the same way again.
My mummy made a birthday cake.
My mum finally made Baby Sister a birthday cake (sort of). This is to make up for the one she owed a few years back – remember how she makes pretty birthday cakes? This is why we don’t let her get away with it! It’s also why I don’t feel like I could possibly be ready to be a mother unless I also had mad cake-making skills.
I had a lot of fun watching her panic around the kitchen trying to get this finished before Baby Sister came home. Then I scribbled on the bench in a white fudge pen. It totally looks like the cat in the top photo DON’T LIE.
…I’m still waiting on my 22nd birthday cake, by the way. Just saying.
Then I tried making panda cupcakes
Such derpy looking pandas… panderps, if you will. What’s even more sad is that these were the best ones from all my experimenting. Blame the oreos. They’ll take any opportunity to crumble on me, those tricksy biscuits. At the very least I’m quite happy to have found a new favourite recipe for vanilla cupcakes in Divine Cupcakes – they’re fluffy and not overly sweet, meaning you can eat more before feeling sick, yussss! The author runs a cupcake shop in Wellington. Cupcakes and Wellington, how perfect does that sound!? Clearly I need to visit… and maybe beg to work there lolol.
Balloon cat!
SURPRISE, MORE CATS – srsly, whose blog did you think you were reading.
Bought from Hey Chickadee!, and I just found this kitty has a tumblr too. Sometimes I think it looks like a giant lollipop is attached to the cat, but that’s too friggin precious to be considered a flaw. Where would it go if your cat was strapped to a balloon? :O Mine would probz become a menace to the skies. OH GOD FLY AWAY BIRDIES, FUZZY DEATH IS FLOATING YOUR WAAAAY-
PS, you gorgeous law students
I think it’s around this time that invites for second year law come out. If you are one of the anxious people hovering by your mail boxes, I have my fingers crossed super hard!
(I swear the new house isn’t this beige.)
Just as I was a few weeks ago, I’m in my homeland high on pills and getting better. There’s info on that at the end of this post because it’s less depressing that way (lol spoiler). In the meantime, things have been like this:
I am a baking god.
Baking is usually my little sister’s domain – super handy for the lazy fattie that is me. Alas, she’s not at home, so I was driven to trying it myself. Remember, last time I tried baking it ended in goopy chocolate chip cookies that tasted like popcorn (emphasis on the GOOP). This really isn’t my arena.
…And these are a garish shade of pink that are making my eyes bleed (not so bad in this photo, thanks to Photoshop), but it was part of a much-needed rebellion. Coloured icing is taboo in this household. I’ve always campaigned for it when people bake, only to be shot down. Homemade orange choc chip ice cream isn’t allowed to be dyed anything but orange, either. Do these people not realise how cool it’d be to be eating blue and tasting orange??
This is my new room.
Our new house will be finished in just over a month. Everyone always complains about how lazy builders are, but these guys are building an entire house in just six months (I thought it’d take a year, lolz). PEOPLE ARE GOING TO LIVE IN THIS, there is no rush. In the same amount of time I still haven’t been able to pick a paint colour for my room. Getting increasingly tempted to opt for glittery pink though, so someone needs to remind me that I’m 22 and not blonde enough to be Elle Woods.
All I know is that I want a cabinet to display my Lord of the Rings action figures (my youth was so rad). This would also give me an excuse to buy Altair and Ezio action figures too (shut uppppp). I will forever remain an eleven year old boy. Albeit one that challenges gender stereotypes with those pink walls, but still.
P.S. ~Someone~ will be relieved to know the wardrobe is inbuilt. You can see in the photo!
I’ve been studying Latin.
I can now study for more than an hour without getting tired, which is quite exciting when you’ve not been able to do that since March. Also my handwriting is atrocious, but I apologise for NOTHEEENG.
This is from Book 1 of Virgil’s Aeneid. It plagiarises the Odyssey as propaganda for Augustus, telling the origins of Rome: Aeneas escapes the fall of Troy to fulfil his great destiny of founding a city in Italy. His descendents would later continue this family tradition and found Rome. As his journey progresses he goes from being an selfish, impatient douche seeking glory (ala Greek heroes like Achilles and Odysseus) to a dutiful goody-good who actually thinks about the people around him (putting your country/gods/family before yourself is very Roman). Year 13 Classics, whoot!
My favourite part is when Aeneas’s comrades have been lost at sea for seven years after escaping the horrors of the Trojan war. They’ve just endured a storm where lots of ships have been crushed. Everyone is miserable and soggy and tired, so their inspiring noble leader Aeneas tries to comfort them by saying: ONE DAY WE’LL ALL LOOK BACK ON THIS AND LAUGH (“forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit“).
SUUUUUUUUREEEEEEEEEEEEE.
This cat has become a victim of my love.
The poor fluffy thing. We found her as a wee baby in a hedge in 1999. She has a broken meow-box and can only squeak – “EHHCK EEEEEKK” – unless there’s a special occasion, like announcing a caught bird, where she’ll manage a throaty warble that makes her sound like she’s drowning.
I spent hours with her yesterday, and keeping my parents updated on everything she was doing. There was a running commentary on her staring deep into a garden. What was she looking at? Is she about to pounce on something? WHAT IS GOING ON. It was quite anticlimatic when she decided that no, she wanted to go drink some milk.
Certainly I’m losing my mind. But in a totally different way this time.
On the state of my health
I have depression, hurr! ISN’T THIS UPLIFTING. It’s probably been around for about a year, just to make this news super cheery. But the medication’s working and every day I feel like I’ve just been accepted into Law all over again. A bubbly feeling inside my chest. While it didn’t take long for the CONSTANT MISERY part to vamoose (THIS POST IS SO MUCH FUN NOW), getting past the slump of not being able to do anything has taken a bit longer. I can now, however, do more without dreading how exhausted I’ll feel, or guessing how long it’ll take to recover. And I’d have to do this for things as simple as going to a lecture, cooking dinner, watching a movie with someone, or even just popping across the hall to visit a friend.
Some of my lecturers recommended withdrawing from this semester’s papers because I’ve missed so much work, and that’s what I’m doing. This means I’m going to be attempting Jurisprudence for a third time next year (HAHAHAHA), but I’m not worried cos I’m so delightfully medicated. Mmmm.
I’m taking on a lighter workload next semester – maybe two or three papers. I’m also going to do the things I’ve always wanted to but lacked the spoons for, which I think is quiiiite important for people seeking to be less crazy. I’m going to bake tons, learn piano, BE MORE SOCIAL (ffs), volunteer at places I’ve wanted to since last year (!), and I’m going to learn how to function normally again.
In short, my semester break has already started. Enjoy your exams! ;D
I do like cats, but you already knew that. Let me now introduce you to the other things that have been bringing me joy~ (omg, positivity, yay!)
The summer holidays
I’ve been finished with exams for a few days now, but still can’t believe we’re supposedly finished with lectures… O_o BEHOLD, MY EPIC PLANS.
- Study! I signed up for the Introductory Chemistry course earlier this year. WHY AM I SO EXCITED.
- More study! I’m going to borrow my sister’s notes for HUBS and CELS and study those too. This possibly makes me the only person who wants to do Health Sci for fun.
- Take up DotA. ..I’m not sure I’m gonna like it, though. It’s not exciting, the colour scheme’s somewhat murky, the characters are bland… it’s not measuring up to my glorious Sacrifice! Then again, during my first game I had nooo idea what was going on, and it probably didn’t help that the AI map was in Russian. We shall see.
- So much TV. I love Keeping Up With The Kardashians, though I understand if this makes you think less of me.
- Start running again. I miss this so hard.
- Buy a bicycle. Have adventures.
- General blog maintenance. I’m going to spend ages working on a new layout, and shuffle things around ready for 2011.
- Learn to play ukulele.
And like every year, I’m planning on learning how to drive, and finding a job (BAAHAHA.)
Avatar: The Last Airbender
The first three days of my holidays have been spent watching the whole Avatar series. I love Zuko. I love him madly. And I’m not gonna lie – this scene gets me every time sdkfljadfslk. T_T
Popularity!
One of those people is me, but one of them isn’t!!!! You guys should all subscribe, in addition to visiting my blog four times a day. It’d do wonders for my self-esteem.
Other pretty sweet things
- My sister is home now, too.
- Finding cheats for Sacrifice, and having ULTIMATE POWAHHH.
- My blog is the first result when you Google appa x aang. PH34R my ninja SEO skills!
- My plant hasn’t died yet.
- I’m going to Wendy’s birthday party. FRIGGIN WENDY, YOU GUYS.
Hooray!
I have one reason against getting married (ignoring how no one would have me hurrrr): no husband would ever agree to sharing a house with 6+ cats. Also, the odds aren’t high of finding someone who is exactly like James May.
~*~SO DREAMY~*~
Kitties I want~
Buying a house to put a cat in is the main reason I want to hurry up and finish university.
- Thai cat. The “modern Siamese cat” are mean-looking bullies with their POINTY FACES OF DEATH, but these are normal cats in super pretty colours.
- Miniature cat Based on what little knowledge I have THEY STAY KITTENS FOREVER.
- Ragdoll cat During my intellectual conversations with someoneeee (♥) about marrying James May, and cats called Lord Denning, they mentioned this cat. This is the cat. Almost like a Thai cat, but fluffy. Apparently they flop around when you pick them up, and all because of genetics, not because I’ve annoyed them until they’ve surrendered all hope of ever escaping my clutches (d’awwwwww!).
- Bonsai cat. CATS YOU CAN GROW IN JARS.
Although honestly, shopping for a certain breed of cat is bizarre; you’re supposed to walk into the SPCA (of course), and instantly bond with an abandoned little kitty. Then you leave with about nine of them. But I wouldn’t even buy a handbag I didn’t have some ~emotional connection~ with, so what do I know?
And to put a really depressing spin on this blog post
This is the cat I really want the most. I know this because I compare all potential cats to this one, and she was just a moggy. I miss waking to her heaving up fur-balls just inches away from my face.
I’m going to sulk now (bawwwww!). Or look at pictures of James May. Whatever works.
