Never imagined my inability to cook with yoghurt would make me feel so inferior.
ALL I EVER WANTED WAS A NICE LOW-FAT ALFREDO SAUCE
INSTEAD I GOT SOMETHING THAT LOOKED LIKE THE TIME I POURED BAILEY’S INTO A GLASS THAT STILL HAD WINE DREGS IN IT
Was it something I said? I’m sorry, I should never have shouted at you, yoghurt, when you splattered all over my shirt. Next time I will treat you right. I will give you all the cornstarch you need and I won’t lose my shit, no matter how precise and time-consuming your heating and stabilising needs are.
#i pretend i'm good at cooking #but actually i'm the kind of person who adds acid to warm dairy and expects it to work #ohdearr
So much quality erupts from my brain at 3AM
that I wonder why I even sleep at all.
I’m in a really REALLY weird mood where I was sad but then halfway through being sad I realised I don’t like being sad and I don’t want to be sad because I’m not actually sad very often now (this is good) so I started thinking of my reasons to be happy but I ALSO have reasons to be sad right now and there is literally a shit-slinging of emotions going on in my head right now and I won’t get to sleep unless I spew nonsense about it. So. I am going to make some lists because lists make me feel like I’m less of a failure at life in general.
Reasons in my life to be sad:
- I got hit with a £55 phone bill today (it should be £20) that came out of nowhere and because Orange hates everything in the world it makes your itemised bill impossible to understand and completely useless so I still can’t work out how I used 450 extra minutes this month. This means a trip to the Orange shop, which is one other thing to add to my list of things to sort out that I don’t have time to sort out because I work 50 hours a week. If I can’t reclaim it then I have £20 to last me until pay day. Which is 3 weeks away.
- I started working on my university application this evening and realised that every course I want to get into requires an A in Lit at A-level (or equivalent). I got 85% overall in my Lit course in Canada, which, where I was living, was a B. An A was 86. However, I know the grading system is different here but nowhere on the internet will fucking tell me anything useful. So I might be totally within my rights to apply to a decent university, or I might have to overhaul my entire life plan or maybe just crawl under a parked car and wait until it drives away and squishes me.
- Adam still (after 3 months for FUCK’S sake) owes me £60 and won’t pay me back
- I’m really insecure about Bristol and making friends and fitting in. I think Jess’ friends tolerate me but I don’t know if they like me at all.
- I’m pretty sure I have a reverse eating disorder.
- I just watched Serenity *spoiler/nerd alert* and now have to spend the rest of my life knowing that my favourite fictional character of all time died in a really stupid way. Fuck you, Joss Whedon. Again.
Reasons in my life to be happy:
- Summer’s coming along!
- I have at least two festivals which are both gonna be AWESOME
- The deposit’s gone through on the flat and it’s official, it’s ours
- I’m maybe going to China?!
- I’ve been having the best week socially, it’s been amazing! Pictures to follow, except tomorrow when I can work out how to blog because it’s stupid o’clock
- I’m sort of casually seeing someone which is perfect for me right now, seeing as food is the only relationship to which I am willing to commit, most likely ever. But while orgasmic at times, food doesn’t quite make the cut in certain fields. So that’s nice. Ahem.
- I don’t have to be up tomorrow morning! BOOYA
OK I think this shit is out of my system now, I’m going to sleep. Sorry for being a basket case. I’ll probably delete this tomorrow if I feel any better. Unlikely, because that movie just broke my soul, but whatever nobody reads this anyway OK GOONIGHT/MORNING
T [remarking on a pool of water in a charred hole on the wooden sea wall]: Look at that, it's a great example of biological erosion. I think it's fascinating.
E: I think there was a fire and some rain went in it.
#best couple #best people #this is why
Time for my date with my yoga mat.
My glass of wine is coming with me as moral support.
#laters #:)
All in a day's work:
Ben [downstairs]: Fuck!
Me [upstairs]: What?
Ben: I just broke the rubbish bin!
Me: How'd you manage that?
Ben: I sat on it...
Me: WTF?!
Ben: I don't know!
Me: Who the Hell goes 'Oh I'm tired, this bin looks nice and comfy, I'll just have a rest'?!
Ben: Shut it, you. Pass me the broom, would you?
#cafe acrobatics #i don't even know #the other day we had a conversation about the logistics of raping a man and then this morning daniela greeted me by walking in and saying... #if you were a terrorist would you bomb the cathedral? #luv my job~