Fairy lights = ♥ ♥ ♥!
For weeks this was my main source of light because I was too scared to climb a step-ladder and change a light bulb.
I joined Pottermore just to find out what my house was.
I would be the laziest of all the Ravenclaws though. Answer a riddle to get to the common room? I’d rather sleep outside.
I got my mum hooked on Sherlock. Twelve minutes, I promised. That’s all it’ll take. She was addicted in three.
Wendy loves me
She sent me a surprise present in the mail. Are you jealous? I’d be jealous. Those eyebrows man, it looks so mean. I bet it wards off evil.
Studying late at night in a library is one of the most exciting things I do.
You’d think I’m being sarcastic, but remember – RAVENCLAW.
I like studying in empty libraries at night. I am incredibly fond of the med library, but I think the law library is my new favourite haunt. It’s even more of a maze and there are countless little rooms and nooks to hide in. I also like knowing that if there was a school shooter I’d be totally safe on one of the library’s more obscure floors; whenever I’m studying in the central library, I always try to guess my odds for survival because that’d be a definite target. But the law library! You’d be safe. Not even a law student would bother scouring that library because there’s only ever a trickle of people there.
Some more things
- The first assignment I handed in has come back with a raaather satisfactory A+. Honestly, I was super chuffed to have handed in something at all – it’s been a while since something so normal.
- Mid-semester break is over. It’s possible that I’ve tricked myself into thinking that since I’m on holiday I don’t technically need to study, so any study I putter my way through must be for the noble joy of learning.
- I just paid the invoice for my little MNF Chloe. COME TO MEEEE.
- My orchid plant nearly has ten flowers on it now! :3
- Another assignment handed in yesterday! I woke up far later than I planned and had to dash to university without a morning curl-controlling shower to finish off this essay before 5pm – luckily it didn’t boof out on me like a creature from the 80s. The day whoooshed past in a slightly panicky fashion and there’s a chance I didn’t do this assignment properly but WHATEVER MAN IT’S IN THE PAST NOW.
Here endeth the post of miscellaneous ramblings.
Seems a bit inappropriate posting about Christmas post when we’re in the New Year now, but it just makes my blog retro okay. Let’s travel back in time together!
We practised the holy ritual of gift-giving on the 24th, which made me free on the real Christmas day to watch Fellowship of The Ring on my computer, sprawled out on the carpet, cat sleeping next to me. Nothing different from how I’ve normally been spending my holidays, but this time I had some fairy lights for some excellent mood lighting (love this Christmas present!). I also tried dying my hair pink and for a couple of days my hair sported a strawberry-ish gleam – that is, if you squinted hard enough. This makes it, as a certain someone would say, a “FAIL” and inevitably after two washes it was gone. Fun though.
Here’s our tree
It makes our living room look cozy. I vacuumed the floor with Photoshop! I’ve had Photoshop Elements 4.0 since 2006 and I had no idea it had such a clever clone feature until today.
Santa toilet paper
I like how there’s no sign of Santa’s pants anywhere. Look how happy he is to see you!
A few presents
A very hipster Christmas. I’m quiiite satisfied with my haul of goodies and Toblerone! This photo doesn’t quite show how spoiled I was, aha! I’ve been hunting for months to find the perfect wallet to replace my current one of 12 years’ service and the owl on this one looks like it’s tripping on acid, yusss! I had no money when I first saw it. I also had no idea Mum was going to sneak back in the shop and buy it, she’s such a sneaky mumsy. ♥ The two plastic owls are lip blams, you get at the balm stuff by scraping at the owls’ butts. lol butts.
Blackberry gave me Starbucks vouchers in honour of my 2012 studio room being so close to my frappucino wonderland. She’s a lovely kitty. Speaking of 2012, the obligatory 2012 new year post will not take as long to be posted as this one… probably. ;D
(Happy 25th Dec + 2012! I hope they’ve been wonderful~)
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.
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 took photos.
(…What the feck are those furry green flowers? It’s like they have leaves instead of petals.)
Mum put flowers in my sister’s room to welcome her when she came back from uni. While I love obnoxiously bright daisies (take note!), I also like roses but had no idea you could get them in purple – my favourite colour! Combined with my weakness for flowers, it made for a jealous Becka.
Macro shots make me feel like a photography expert, and means I don’t have to remember to clear the background of Distracting Plastic Bags (see first photo).
Personally, it’s exciting being tough enough to celebrate someone’s birthday without wilting, eesh. For these cupcakes I daringly tried a new recipe that gave me a fluffy sponge cake and I’m ashamed to say that I ate more of these than Birthday Girl did! The icing had splashes of vanilla and lemon essence… I didn’t know what I was doing, no… making it a miracle that the end result was so tasty (phew!). Please note that I further honed my baking skillz by putting coconut in a plastic bag with green food dye that I shook around to make grass. I get more incredible every day. ;D
Macro! Forgive me.
When I was 5 I asked my mum what the first thing she’d buy if our house burnt down (“I WILL BUY YOU TOYS“), and then bragged to people in my class about it, cos everyone else was saying their mum would buy clothes. HAH their parents sucked. It’s only recently that I realised that she was
The Burning House is on a related topic: what stuff would you rescue if your house was on fire? The most important things to me ever are all on my computer/online. My whiny journal, photos, this crappy blog… almost everything I have ever written, yes. I am an egotistic twat. Most of everything else I can buy again. The chocolate beside me would melt amidst the flames, but I’m sure no one at the supermarket would be surprised if I bought more. It’d kinda be a bummer I never got to sell on all my uni textbooks, but never mind. And I can always buy more hats for me to secretly wear by myself.
As for everything else, it starts with the obvious things: my laptop, loxamine (I’m guessing if you’re dealing with the drama of a charred house you don’t want to risk missing a dose of your anti-crazy meds) and wallet. If I had enough time I’d clamber around fetching things of sentimental value, such as:
- Two notebooks. One is an odd journal from last year (I wanted to see how I liked it, as it’d give me an excuse to buy lots of stationery). The other I use as a daily to-do diary which has miscellaneous lists, planning, etc!
- Scruffy Pagan books. Nyaww.
- Owl necklace. I’m cheating and using another owl necklace (promise I’m not a hipster), because most of my jewellery is still in Dunedin.
- Box of Sentimentality, which is full of notes and letters and pictures that I’ve collected over the years. Not pictured because its contents are currently scattered all over the place… I’m lucky my house isn’t on fire right now, yes.
“….I could risk running back inside, right? Right?”
- Favourite shoes. Soooo impractical.
- Cambridge Co Satchel. I haven’t even worn it outside yet, I just like to quietly stroke it.
- Nail polish. I spend an eternity looking for the perfect colour that I’ve imagined in my head, I’m not enduring that all over again!
- Asian ball-jointed doll. If you knew how much they cost you’d understand. Not pictured, because I’m still embarrassed of my new hobby even though my mum has forbidden me from feeling ashamed. It’s cute though.
If I was in my Homeland I’d of course have to fetch the bitey cat, although I’d probably burn to death racing around the house trying to find her, only to see her trotting outside with a box of matches in her mouth. Oh my god, cat, if you wanted to move back to our old house so badly you could just said so. HOW DID I RAISE AN ARSONIST CAT.
P.S. If you’re a commenting-inclined sort of person, please feel free to share what you’d save! It’s good to be prepared for the day that a cat chucks a molotov cocktail through your window (don’t think about opposable thumbs, just go with it).