Unwell

Sigh...unwell and kept home unwillingly by my rioting gut. Might as well update my blog and get my creative juices flowing before I even attempt at starting my thesis.... how I dread it. It churns my insides even more than its already churning now...

Y'know, I have a very opinionated friend who says blogging is like prostitution. This was awhile ago and sure, I see this friend's point on revealing your life to complete strangers and all the doo duh. Question is... do I agree?

I havent been writing much, prolly cos I have nothing to say. I could say how Tet's mom came and how XmenIII was good despite what people said. What would it achieve? So does this build evidence towards my friend's opinion?

Not all blogs are completely aimless like mine. Alot of blogs are really entertaining to read. Even if it is a 16-year-old writing all of her daily perks. End of the day, how is it any different from reading Roald Dahl's autobiography? I enjoyed both of them...Boy more than Going Solo though. More anecdotes. When are you a celebrated author, and when a cheap prostitute greedy for the world's attention? Are both much different? An arguement against my friend's opinion?

Its been awhile since the statement was made. Maybe a couple of months. Maybe more. Still no conclusion have I.

Science + Christianity

Hmmm had a talk on Science and Christianity toay. It was abit...waffly.... and to be honest, I dont think I walked away with much.

The total angles within a triangle is 180°

Lack of sleep makes me docile. As supposed to agro? Hmmmm..... guess we'll find out.

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Lauren gave Hasi Season 2 of Gilmore Girls.

I want!!! XD

Meet my mice

They say you should never name things you dont intend to keep. Makes you attached. I guess that only works if you can actually recognise and remember the objects of entitlement. I sometimes name my mice but theres hardly any danger because i quickly forget which is which. This is because I name them based on their personalities.

Henry - for no reason, all the mice I sacrifice are named Henry. It was a spur of the moment name to make my friend feel abit queasier... hehe. :p

Vincent - this is for all the mice that are hyper and run around in circles until they get dizzy (seriously...then they kinda sway abit as they try to keep going, but alot slower). When we cut their tail to bleed them, they make a nice pattern on the tissues with their blood from going round in circles. Abit like artistic madness...hence Vincent, after Van Gogh.

Ruth - the female equivilant of Vincent. Not saying why xD

Actually, thats about it. Theres also the resident breeding pair who are kinda pudgy, named El Fatso and La Femme Fatso. They're adorable :)

a b i t d r y . . .

Winter is here and its getting abit dry. I've got leg dandruff :/ Yes yes I do moisturise, although sometimes I skip it cos I'm like late for uni or whatever other activity I'm late for. But yeh far out...maybe I should just shower with Head and Shoulders. After all, I do shower with Clairol Herbal Essence.....just cos it froths well and it smells so nice! I mean, just cos it says Shampoo doesnt mean you cant use it as a shower gel right? :p

Got this essay due soon. Sigh.... mental block. I used to be able to spout out like 25 words a minute literally but now.... one paragraph a morning/arvo. Sheeesh... see thats what happens when you stop writing in your diary, and when you stop reading books, and when you stop thinking in creative writing/3rd person style. Feh.

Hehehe speaking of Feh, I watched Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles the other day. Number one, they've changed their song! Number two, is it me or do they look different? o.O Seriously, all these cool 80's cartoons making a come back, but why do they have to change the cartoon! Theres a new Transformers, a new My Little Pony and now a new TMNT?? What is the world coming to! :(

Okay end rant, time to sleep :3

Add some zest

One of my more favourite interests which I have picked up in AUstralia is cooking. I really, really enjoy cooking. My family wouldnt let me near a stove when I was younger and never really got to cook much. First time I used an oven was at a friend's house, I was around 14. Second time I ever used one was here, in Australia. Followed by numerous other oven obsessive dishes. I mean, how easy is it!!!!! Truly a wonderful invention.

Alot of my high school friends have also picked up cooking when they went overseas. Some more daring than I in trying new dishes. I stumbled across this recipe website today. I find it really good cos it not only has a section on recipes for special dietary requirements, but it really specialises in bringing you recipes for dishes from around the world. Like the African Tiger Salenga. Its like an africanised version of the Spanish paella. Also found africanised versions of rissotto and meatloaf. So interesting!!

Im so inspired, Im gonna make a great aussie dish tommorow! The all famous.... barbeque :D

Calamity Jane

A mouse ran away the other day and we only found her something like 3-4 days later. She was in a humane mouse trap but by then, she was considerably stressed and weak from starvation and dehydration. We tried to revive her with glucose and saline shots, but to no avail. She passed on the next day, cold and grey. She shouldn't have run away in the first place. It did not benefit neither her nor myself.

This kind of depicts where I'm at with Honours at the moment. I feel like as if everything I do has no benefit to anyone. I've also become increasingly careless, leading to more frustration. I've always sort of believed in the whole "good luck" - "bad luck" cycle. Where if today sucks, and it sucks in more or less threes, then things will start to pick up. In more or less threes. Maybe its an observation that had been moulded by mindsets cos lately, iIt doesnt seem to be picking up at all and this "bad luck" cycle sure aint stopping at three!

There are two possible explanations:

1. Im doomed to calamity for all eternity
2. Im just not seeing the good things in life anymore

I wonder if its the latter. It better not be. Cos if it is, it means I've become an adult. Yuck.