MS MR - "Fantasy"

What is this adorable perfection?



I want her hair, her moves, her clothes, her bestfriendship, all the things. I also want a tattoo so freaking bad. Still a map of the world on my feet or near my ankles or somewhere similarly easy to disguise if necessary.

J

Florence and the Machine - "Take Care"

I've said it and you've read it but, Jesus Christ, this is one of the finest things that has ever assailed my ears:



J

Fakecakes

Remember when I said I would report back with the results of my attempts at two ingredient (eggs + banana) pancakes? And you thought I forgot (which I did but then I remembered again). Here's an illustrative picture in case you forgot what pancakes look like:

I know what you are wondering; how too can you achieve such exemplary photography skills? The answer is you can't. These skills have been honed with years of fine attention and a natural ability. 

In regards to the pancakes, they tasted like French toast but without the bread (which means devastatingly horrific because the bread is obviously the best part). Also, the globs of cold yoghurt on top of hot pancakes was the worst idea ever because it quickly became hot yoghurt which seems to go against all that is holy and potentially safe to eat.

Although I didn't get that full stomach feeling I do after eating a very large bowl of oatmeal, I didn't get hungry as quickly (two eggs does that to you). A+ on that front. The lack of delicious carbs was disappointing though (I don't know why but I was foolishly hoping that eggs + banana would somehow taste like normal carbalicious pancakes). 

I shall not be making these again. Not that they tasted horrible but just no.

J

Katy Perry - "One Of The Boys"

I think this song has replaced "Thinking of You" as my favourite Katy Perry song:



Mostly because it's one of my favourite high school fantasies (get hot, hot guy/best friend realizes he wants me super bad, learn to shave my legs... Something I still haven't mastered).

I watched Kick-Ass 2 last night (illegally. Yolo). It was bad. I hate it when actors don't want to return to sequels so they just show up for two minutes and break up with the main character or something equally out of character or shitty. What was the point of bringing back Lindsay Fonseca at all? The break up didn't really make sense at all. There were also too many character deaths. One meaningful character death is sufficient. Too many and the plot feels cheaply strung together.

But perhaps my least favourite part was near the ending when (spoiler alert) Hit Girl/Mindy kisses Kick-Ass/Dave. I think it was meant to be one of those bittersweet, not-really-romantic/sexual kisses even though it was on the lips. However, earlier was a scene in which Kick-Ass is shirtless in Hit Girl's presence and she gets heart palpitations and sexual urges. This all feels very wrong to me. She was a child in the first movie. Not an adolescent. A straight up child.

I bought a Kobo Glo e-reader today. Such a nightmare. I have a $50 Officeworks gift voucher (end of financial year "bonus"). The standard Officeworks price is the lowest available and I can get a further ~$11 off with my employee discount (even though I don't have an employee card and thus would have to borrow someone else's). The unfortunate thing was that literally every Officeworks in the state is out of stock on the product. But oh wait, not just every Officeworks in the state but also every Harvey Norman and JB Hi-Fi. What is up with that? Not that many people even use e-readers. I am very confused.

In the end, I price matched at Big W (one of the only places in the whole of freaking WA that has it in stock and after literally calling every Officeworks in WA and being on hold for a good cumulative 30 minutes). Did you even know places like Big W and K-Mart price match? I did not (and, not surprisingly, they do not advertise this fact). They won't beat the price by 5% like most tech places but they will match it. If you bring in the catalogue. Except the e-reader isn't in the current Officeworks catalogue. Furthermore, the Big-Wpolicy says they won't match sale prices.

Is it just me or is that completely convoluted and ridiculous? Basically, they're saying they won't price match sale items but, to price match, you have to prove with a catalogue which is basically advertising sale items. What is this nonsense?

Regardless, I sweet talked/cleavage bared the acne-ridden technology guy at Big W and got him to price match. High five for mammary glands (jokes, mine are ineffective in the art of subtle or not-so-subtle persuasion). And now I have acquired a Kobo Glo e-reader. It's not for the $142 I could have gotten with my employee discount (and I also would have been able to use up my gift card which is burning a hole in my pocket) but I still got it for a decent $153.

My dad also bought me a Kindle case for it (the Kindle case fits the Kobo) for $10 on sale at another Big W. Can we talk about how disgustingly overpriced tablet/e-reader cases are? Some of them run for upwards of $50. For a case. For a case! That is freaking ridiculous. I need to start my own tablet/e-reader case business and sell that shit.

In R related news, I have proposed we have a farewell dinner for me, A and R as we are all leaving around the same time (mid/end November). It shall happen. I'm not really sure how I feel about him anymore. I'm pretty sure I've outgrown my sad little crush. I mean, I still enjoy "flirting" with him (which is basically just conversing with him like a normal person except, in my head and heart, I'm jumping around and having a panic attack) but I'm not utterly-devastated-Lord-save-me that he hasn't asked me out like I used to semi-be.

There are more fish in the sea, my friends. And I will have my fishing rod ready for when the time comes.

Study hard and stay cool.

J

I Heard it on the Grapevine

Legit because our grapevine is right near the fence the separates our house from our neighbour's house (the neighbour whose son is potentially a psychopathy. The very same, friends).

There I was, plucking my brows when I heard the daughter start crying.
"Be quiet," I thought to myself because I have no sympathy for crying children (worst future mother). Then I heard this from the mother:

Get up. Enough with the tears. You cannot say to your brother, "You're ruining my life." That's not on.

I have never had to stifle my laughter more than just then. It was excellent.

J

Dinner D8

Just came home from the best dinner with some uni friends. I forgot how nice it is to just talk to people and spend a lot of time laughing and not a lot of time making sense. I've spent so long trying to fit in and be a non-intrusive wallflower that I'd forgotten what it's like to be able to be myself and relax.

J

Pancake Humour

Ah, she is so good. She is so fucking good:



J

Two Ingredient Pancakes

Planning on makes these for breakfast tomorrow (from my new favourite blog. Can you believe she is only 17? Her .gifs kill me. I want to eat everything): http://www.topwithcinnamon.com/2013/01/2-ingredient-healthy-pancakes-gluten-free-dairy-free.html

Wish me luck. Field report to come.

Also, remember when I wrote a couple of days ago (or was it yesterday?) that I hate urology and all things related to the kidney? And expressed my explicit desire to never become a urologist? Well, as it turns out, I have been paired with a renal medicine doctor as my mentor. Just my fucking luck. If he asks me what my opinion about renal medicine is or why I selected renal medicine as a preference (which I did not. I selected general practice and women's health as my preferences. Bastards have wronged me), I will tell him I think renal medicine is the worst thing in the world and that I hate all things related to the kidney. In fact, if he even says the word "kidney" in my presence, I will spit on his shoes.

J

Agnes Grey

As it turns out, Agnes Grey seems to be a more depressing version of Jane Eyre and without the romantic bits. Not good. Well, it actually is very good. I am only about 30-50 pages in and have already gotten very worked up and emotional over some very annoying children and the hardships little Agnes has thus faced.

The thing is, I live off Romantic Bits. But nothing in Agnes Grey even seems to resemble Romance. No Mr. Rochester, not a Darcy in site (I don't even give a shit about Heathcliffe so let's not mention that fugfaced scoundrel. Oop, just did).

I don't know if I can go on.

I shall try a little longer because, hey, I spent $3.99 on that book. Speaking of those $3.99 books, can people please start buying them from the Co-op so they start getting new ones in? I'm tired of seeing the Moonstone and Vanity Fair over and over again. Also, they're all dented so I can't buy them. But speaking of the Moonstone, I finished that a couple of weeks ago and folks, it was a thrilling ride. I denied myself the masochistic pleasure of reading the spoilers online (as I usually do) and actually found out who stole the moonstone when it was revealed in the book. That part was a little anticlimactic but the rest of the book was really good!

J

A Few Notes To Self

• Never become a urologist. Ever. The urinary system is the worst thing in the world. Why are there so many types of renal inflammation? Why do they all sound the same to me? Why do they need different names? What does it all mean? Why do kidneys exist? What is a kidney lol? What's urine lol? Study, memorise, forget, mix up with other type of inflammation, pyelonephritis reminds me of pie
• Even the goopiest of noodles taste good with lots of chilli sauce 
• I think I am slowly falling in love with Hot Family Friend Guy (previously mentioned on this blog). He added me on facebook around Christmas (when he came back to Perth to visit his parents) after he came to our Christmas party. He is adorable, endearing and has this wit that is not arrogant at all (unlike so many witty people. Myself included because I'm oh-so-witty. See what I did there? Because I'm arrogant. I'm confusing myself). All of this has been judged from his facebook which is clearly an accurate representation of a person's character 
• I volunteered for stocktake mid-October. WHY? WHY? I don't even know anymore. I was originally rostered for the day shift instead of stocktake but then I swapped with A. Because I was feeling charitable? Her little sister's birthday party is on that day. Because R's stocktaking? Not sure (maybe...). Because I want the money? Well, yes. I always want money. But overtime is only paid after 10pm and I'm not sure if our stocktake will even go over 10pm. Because I'd forgotten the physical, emotional and mental stress that came from last stocktake? It's like how women forget the pain of childbirth the second after they give birth and are holding their newborn. My newborn in this case is the pretty penny I earned last stocktake
• I love tofu

J