Sunday, May 06, 2007
Cookies!
I made me some chocolate chip biscuits. They weren't too bad. This has little to do with my excellent baking skillz, and much to do with vast quantities of chocolate chips.
Internet is being bitchingly slow. I wish the month would tick over. Methinks somebody who's name begins with Steff has been spending too much time at YouTube. Imagine what it would've been like if that had existed back in the NSync days. On dial-up, no less.
Just went and visited Perez Hilton's site for the first time. As expected, 'twas rather lame and completely irrelevant, but also disturbingly addictive. But now I feel dirty.
Back in the real world, I cleaned the bathroom today. I also didn't go to church. I feel vaguely like I just wagged class...
I did also tidy my room, so now I can do such activities as walk, open my drawers and access my wardrobe, not to mention sit on my desk chair. It feels so roomy!
New Flatmate, who shall be called Nelson because that is my overwhelming impression of him (aren't I a clever girl?), helped cook dinner tonight. He and the Lizard made potato fritters and mince and veges. They were good, except now we have no more vegetables and will no doubt all perish from scurvy before the week is up.
Spoke to Mum earlier tonight. The lady who used to live with her family across the road from us in H-Town just died of lung cancer, having been diagnosed about 3 weeks' prior. It's all very sad. I remember going to visit her when I could barely walk. Apparently I used to spill all the family secrets for their entertainment (very cutely, of course). The strongest memory I have of their place is taking some gingernuts over for their son when he broke his arm, and watching the Billygoats Gruff with him. And also of their cat, who we used to feed when they went on holiday. They moved over the Kaimais when I was in sixth form, it must have been, because Mum took her old job when she left, which happened when I was 16, but they also looked after Annoying German Exchange Student Who Played Violin for a while, and she was at our school in that year. So yes, it's a bit sad, because she was lovely. But not too sad, because I haven't seen her in years. I'm making Mum sign the sympathy card from me as well. What an adult.
I really have nothing of particular interest to say. Have just been randomly stalking people's blogs (your sister is an interesting wee chappie, Mary) and felt the need to update. And so I have. And now I will go to bed, for tomorrow I must go to work, and at work all the stuff I didn't get done on Friday is waiting for me. Here's hoping the gods of technology don't fart in my face once more...(oh my golly, I think I just inadvertently (or unconsciously) quoted Blackadder. That's kind of awesome!)
Internet is being bitchingly slow. I wish the month would tick over. Methinks somebody who's name begins with Steff has been spending too much time at YouTube. Imagine what it would've been like if that had existed back in the NSync days. On dial-up, no less.
Just went and visited Perez Hilton's site for the first time. As expected, 'twas rather lame and completely irrelevant, but also disturbingly addictive. But now I feel dirty.
Back in the real world, I cleaned the bathroom today. I also didn't go to church. I feel vaguely like I just wagged class...
I did also tidy my room, so now I can do such activities as walk, open my drawers and access my wardrobe, not to mention sit on my desk chair. It feels so roomy!
New Flatmate, who shall be called Nelson because that is my overwhelming impression of him (aren't I a clever girl?), helped cook dinner tonight. He and the Lizard made potato fritters and mince and veges. They were good, except now we have no more vegetables and will no doubt all perish from scurvy before the week is up.
Spoke to Mum earlier tonight. The lady who used to live with her family across the road from us in H-Town just died of lung cancer, having been diagnosed about 3 weeks' prior. It's all very sad. I remember going to visit her when I could barely walk. Apparently I used to spill all the family secrets for their entertainment (very cutely, of course). The strongest memory I have of their place is taking some gingernuts over for their son when he broke his arm, and watching the Billygoats Gruff with him. And also of their cat, who we used to feed when they went on holiday. They moved over the Kaimais when I was in sixth form, it must have been, because Mum took her old job when she left, which happened when I was 16, but they also looked after Annoying German Exchange Student Who Played Violin for a while, and she was at our school in that year. So yes, it's a bit sad, because she was lovely. But not too sad, because I haven't seen her in years. I'm making Mum sign the sympathy card from me as well. What an adult.
I really have nothing of particular interest to say. Have just been randomly stalking people's blogs (your sister is an interesting wee chappie, Mary) and felt the need to update. And so I have. And now I will go to bed, for tomorrow I must go to work, and at work all the stuff I didn't get done on Friday is waiting for me. Here's hoping the gods of technology don't fart in my face once more...(oh my golly, I think I just inadvertently (or unconsciously) quoted Blackadder. That's kind of awesome!)
