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tammaiyaI started an entry last thursday and never finished it. Hm.
Anyway, I've been on holidays since then. Had two exams for Jap (got the results back, they averaged out at 95.7), handed in a take-home exam for ComCon on Monday. Still have a research essay for IP I should be working on, but I can't quite be sodded yet.
On an entirely different note, parents went on holidays to Qld on Monday morning, so it's just me and the dog. I always suspected I'd be more functional living by myself, and it seems, perversely, to be true. If you ignore the fact I'm currently pigging out on ice cream, anyway. Which is not to say there haven't been minor incidents, mostly related to food.
1. So I thought I was a retard at cooking pumpkin, because it tasted gross and not at all like when mum does it, but it turns out I'm just a retard at BUYING pumpkin. It was the wrong type. I thought pumpkin was pumpkin; shows what *I* know.
2. Late last night, there was an epic struggle between me and the blender. I unscrewed the damn thing, and spent a long time trying to devise various highly crazy and inadvisable blender substitutes (the kind of thing that may have "do not try this at home, kids!" attached) with no luck, and it turns out, when I bitched to mum today, that you just have to make sure the blender is clicked together properly. YEAH. GO TEAM ME.
3. After all that, the strawberry thickshake that resulted reminded me I don't actually LIKE thickshakes very much, particularly not strawberry ones, even made with real strawberries. They make me feel ill. *facepalm*
4. On a vaguely related topic, I am having a minor identity crisis over the fact my favourite ice cream flavour has changed. I know, it sounds COMPLETELY INANE and more than a little crazy, but the thing is... I apparently now like chocolate ice cream more than vanilla. This is a big thing because ice cream has always been the one thing I don't like chocolate. I have always gravitated towards vanilla when buying magnums or tubs of ice cream or whatever. I don't understand why this has suddenly changed, and I don't like change. I'm a little weirded out, honestly.
5. Not exactly an incident and entirely unconnected to food for a change, I've somehow become addicted to Fall Out Boy over the last 24 hours. What the fuck, internet, this is YOUR fault.
Since I said I'd explain, more on girl vs oakford aparments: the bed saga. Basically, some of you may or may not remember me bitching last Christmas about the bed at the apartments. We were there three nights; the bed was TOTALLY BROKEN, like missing a middle wheel, springs gone, sloped to the floor type broken. First night was Christmas Eve, so there was no one to complain to. I ended up sleeping on the damn floor. Second night they set up the couch bed, which wasn't terribly comfortable. Third night, trundle bed. A very tiny single, and its mattress wasn't all that crash hot either.
Anyway, this time? Same room. Okay. However. SAME BED? It's been eight months! It's not like we didn't report it! One has to wonder what their turnover is like if they can keep a very broken bed in place for eight months. <<; Whatever, this time my dad put his foot down and they brought up another bed that was actually reasonably comfortable, so it turned out okay in the end. (This time, I mean. Christmas was le hell on sleeping.)
Sigh, I should do the dishes.
Also, since I forgot at the time when I made this last week, GIP.
Anyway, I've been on holidays since then. Had two exams for Jap (got the results back, they averaged out at 95.7), handed in a take-home exam for ComCon on Monday. Still have a research essay for IP I should be working on, but I can't quite be sodded yet.
On an entirely different note, parents went on holidays to Qld on Monday morning, so it's just me and the dog. I always suspected I'd be more functional living by myself, and it seems, perversely, to be true. If you ignore the fact I'm currently pigging out on ice cream, anyway. Which is not to say there haven't been minor incidents, mostly related to food.
1. So I thought I was a retard at cooking pumpkin, because it tasted gross and not at all like when mum does it, but it turns out I'm just a retard at BUYING pumpkin. It was the wrong type. I thought pumpkin was pumpkin; shows what *I* know.
2. Late last night, there was an epic struggle between me and the blender. I unscrewed the damn thing, and spent a long time trying to devise various highly crazy and inadvisable blender substitutes (the kind of thing that may have "do not try this at home, kids!" attached) with no luck, and it turns out, when I bitched to mum today, that you just have to make sure the blender is clicked together properly. YEAH. GO TEAM ME.
3. After all that, the strawberry thickshake that resulted reminded me I don't actually LIKE thickshakes very much, particularly not strawberry ones, even made with real strawberries. They make me feel ill. *facepalm*
4. On a vaguely related topic, I am having a minor identity crisis over the fact my favourite ice cream flavour has changed. I know, it sounds COMPLETELY INANE and more than a little crazy, but the thing is... I apparently now like chocolate ice cream more than vanilla. This is a big thing because ice cream has always been the one thing I don't like chocolate. I have always gravitated towards vanilla when buying magnums or tubs of ice cream or whatever. I don't understand why this has suddenly changed, and I don't like change. I'm a little weirded out, honestly.
5. Not exactly an incident and entirely unconnected to food for a change, I've somehow become addicted to Fall Out Boy over the last 24 hours. What the fuck, internet, this is YOUR fault.
Since I said I'd explain, more on girl vs oakford aparments: the bed saga. Basically, some of you may or may not remember me bitching last Christmas about the bed at the apartments. We were there three nights; the bed was TOTALLY BROKEN, like missing a middle wheel, springs gone, sloped to the floor type broken. First night was Christmas Eve, so there was no one to complain to. I ended up sleeping on the damn floor. Second night they set up the couch bed, which wasn't terribly comfortable. Third night, trundle bed. A very tiny single, and its mattress wasn't all that crash hot either.
Anyway, this time? Same room. Okay. However. SAME BED? It's been eight months! It's not like we didn't report it! One has to wonder what their turnover is like if they can keep a very broken bed in place for eight months. <<; Whatever, this time my dad put his foot down and they brought up another bed that was actually reasonably comfortable, so it turned out okay in the end. (This time, I mean. Christmas was le hell on sleeping.)
Sigh, I should do the dishes.
Also, since I forgot at the time when I made this last week, GIP.
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Date: 2007-09-05 11:46 pm (UTC)my housemate's starting reading fics with those boys, and I have flat permission to beat her to death with her own arms if she suddenly starts liking the music <3
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