O Happy Day!!
First, the random outburst:
I want some brownies. Or cake. Or something. But all the easy recipes have baking powder in them, and I don't have any. There's one that involves just mashing together raisins and carob powder, but I do not own a food processor. I can't use substitutes in a non-vegan recipe, or even just make a bowl of icing and eat it with a spoon, because I'm out of margerine. I don't even have any biscuits.
Looks like a night alone with a bag of sultanas, then.
Or I could just have a weetabix and load it with sugar.
Or maybe even just not staring at recipes would help.
Aww, things have started to piss me off now. I actually was on a massive high when I got home earlier, and I would have posted then, but LJ was down.
I went shopping earlier, and I forgot to buy peppers and squash and crisps, even tho that was mainly what I needed to go shopping for.
I got the hard drive from my old lappy put into some kind of memory storage thing, but I've just realised that I can't open it to put it onto my new lappy because I don't own a screwdriver. *sigh* Maybe Helen or Ellis has one. Actually, Ellis should have- he told me he built his PC from scratch.
It sucks because for the first time in a while I have a real huge nurning urge to write fic. It's the Mrs Gideon fic. Which I have had sort-of block on. NOW IT WANTS TO WRITE.
I haven't had any emails that weren't password resettings, mailing lists, fanfic updates or mailing lists since 6:34pm yesterday.
And I can't figure out how to use my webcam. It doesn't seem to have any software.
I'm also fast losing money.
Life would suck if you didn't get random unexpected highs in the middle of the day for no reason.
But aaaaaaaanyway, calm down, yeah, I was on such a huge high earlier. Which, when you're carrying a big rucksack with a laptop and various other things in it and three shopping bags, one of which has potatoes in it and is fucking heavy, ain't always the easiest thing in the world.
Obviously I didn't manage to read Robinson Crusoe for this morning (in fact I got to page 30), but I don't think anyone really did. So that was okay. And I met Josh from Practical Drama last year, and he said there's a DVD of our performance now, tho it's a bit crap because of the angle. Only it wasn't until later that I asked him where I could find a copy, and by this point he seemed to have forgotten it entirely and thought I was talking about Monty Python. Chess had joined us as well, and we had a nice conversation about classic comedy and DVD extras.
Then I bought a proper lunch because I didn't have time for one yesterday, and after that all-nighter, I thought I deserved it. City View Cafe isn't good for vegans on the ready-made baguette side of things, which means you either have to pay more for a smaller sandwich on fancy bread or buy custom, which is a bit pricey. So I thought I deserved it, and went for a big massive proper Shaggy-sandwich with roast veggies and hummus and red onion and sweet chilli sauce. With Ubuntu cola. Heaven. And the woman who made it was really nice when I had no idea which of the dressings I could eat, and the boy on the till undercharged me. So all was good. I miss eating in there more often- I had a meal allowance last year, so I could eat in there for free.
I've been thinking, since ye've been taking photos of the view from your bedroom windows, and the view from my bedroom window is largely taken up by a hedge, I'd give you some better views of the general area. But I'd forgotten to take my phone with me and it was still charging in my bedroom. (Come to think of it, it still is.) It was a gorgeous sunny day too (I've missed them!!). I was a bit gutted.
Then I took my lappy to the shop and went into town and spent muchos moneys. And I don't really care. I've bought my outfit for my parents' anniversary meal in December- I'm going really masculine, and I've bought a pair of really tight high-waisted black trousers (WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?), a white shirt (one of those really nice tight-fitting ones that I was never cool enough to wear at school) with a tiny collar, and a thin little black tie. I'll probably wear the same thing for the panto.
And it was all size 10, thank god- the weight has been dropping straight off me since I got back to uni, but if I haven't gone down a size, then it can't possibly be unhealthy. I haven't weighed myself, but my jeans are all hanging off me. Right now I'm having to wear a belt with what used to be the only pair that I actually had to undo to take off, and pairs that used to be a snuggish sort of fit keep slipping down and exposing my crack if I walk too fast. But the fact that I still seem to be a comfortable 10 (even tho I can fit into a size 8 shirt with some degree of button-straining, it would seem) is quite reassuring.
Today I wentr into a shop and I walked straight into the menswear section. And I feel proud for it. I know it sounds like a silly, trivial thing, but I've been really weirdly nervous about doing it for... well, most of my life, really. I don't even know why. It's hard to explain, but I do feel pleased that I managed it. I found some great things too- H&M, where I just sort of skirted around the accessories section, has BOWLER HATS! For only £8. WANT! And M&S enlightened me on various cool things. They had bow ties! And they were cheap- some were £12, some were only £9.50. And those umbrellas that don't fold down- the long ones like in old movies! It was love!
And then I went to Somerfield where everything was cheap. And I found out that the 8p noodles appear to be vegan. Score! As, in fact, as the Vegan Society says, are Coco Pops. How cool is that? Except I can only afford the cheapest, which aten't them. And I bought a new style of soya cheese, just because. I don't know why anyone would care about this.
But when I walked home I was ridiculously happy, and that song from the perfume advert (the one with Kiera Knightley being all smiley and pretty and BOWLER HAT AND BAGGY SHIRT AND NO TROUSERS YES) was stuck in my head, and I liked it muchly.
While I'm here, I shall leave you with some words of 'wisdom':
As a grown woman of vaguely diminutive size, there is no shame in buying clothes from the teen section.
Some shops really do not deserve bad reputations. This mainly means M&S and Claire's Accessories.
Oranges were either not meant to be eaten, or were meant to be eaten with the peel on. Otherwise, peeling them would be something further from tedious and frustrating.
If you have never before eaten roast chestnuts (do, they're gorgeous!), remember to take the shells off first. You laugh, but I managed to eat three before I realised.
Y'know what- I don't actually think I need to unscrew that hard drive thing. Trust me.
And my chocolate bug is gone! I have a savoury bug now, but I've let it wait a bit, so maybe I can placate it with toast or cupasoups or something.
Also- Hattie, have you seen this? If not, present for you.
I found it while checking out Bowie covers after Jen's last show. I can't believe it- not only is it Tori Amos, but it's one of my uber-favourite Bowie songs, and one of the lesser well-known ones to boot!
Bloody hell, when did it become 2:30am?
I want some brownies. Or cake. Or something. But all the easy recipes have baking powder in them, and I don't have any. There's one that involves just mashing together raisins and carob powder, but I do not own a food processor. I can't use substitutes in a non-vegan recipe, or even just make a bowl of icing and eat it with a spoon, because I'm out of margerine. I don't even have any biscuits.
Looks like a night alone with a bag of sultanas, then.
Or I could just have a weetabix and load it with sugar.
Or maybe even just not staring at recipes would help.
Aww, things have started to piss me off now. I actually was on a massive high when I got home earlier, and I would have posted then, but LJ was down.
I went shopping earlier, and I forgot to buy peppers and squash and crisps, even tho that was mainly what I needed to go shopping for.
I got the hard drive from my old lappy put into some kind of memory storage thing, but I've just realised that I can't open it to put it onto my new lappy because I don't own a screwdriver. *sigh* Maybe Helen or Ellis has one. Actually, Ellis should have- he told me he built his PC from scratch.
It sucks because for the first time in a while I have a real huge nurning urge to write fic. It's the Mrs Gideon fic. Which I have had sort-of block on. NOW IT WANTS TO WRITE.
I haven't had any emails that weren't password resettings, mailing lists, fanfic updates or mailing lists since 6:34pm yesterday.
And I can't figure out how to use my webcam. It doesn't seem to have any software.
I'm also fast losing money.
Life would suck if you didn't get random unexpected highs in the middle of the day for no reason.
But aaaaaaaanyway, calm down, yeah, I was on such a huge high earlier. Which, when you're carrying a big rucksack with a laptop and various other things in it and three shopping bags, one of which has potatoes in it and is fucking heavy, ain't always the easiest thing in the world.
Obviously I didn't manage to read Robinson Crusoe for this morning (in fact I got to page 30), but I don't think anyone really did. So that was okay. And I met Josh from Practical Drama last year, and he said there's a DVD of our performance now, tho it's a bit crap because of the angle. Only it wasn't until later that I asked him where I could find a copy, and by this point he seemed to have forgotten it entirely and thought I was talking about Monty Python. Chess had joined us as well, and we had a nice conversation about classic comedy and DVD extras.
Then I bought a proper lunch because I didn't have time for one yesterday, and after that all-nighter, I thought I deserved it. City View Cafe isn't good for vegans on the ready-made baguette side of things, which means you either have to pay more for a smaller sandwich on fancy bread or buy custom, which is a bit pricey. So I thought I deserved it, and went for a big massive proper Shaggy-sandwich with roast veggies and hummus and red onion and sweet chilli sauce. With Ubuntu cola. Heaven. And the woman who made it was really nice when I had no idea which of the dressings I could eat, and the boy on the till undercharged me. So all was good. I miss eating in there more often- I had a meal allowance last year, so I could eat in there for free.
I've been thinking, since ye've been taking photos of the view from your bedroom windows, and the view from my bedroom window is largely taken up by a hedge, I'd give you some better views of the general area. But I'd forgotten to take my phone with me and it was still charging in my bedroom. (Come to think of it, it still is.) It was a gorgeous sunny day too (I've missed them!!). I was a bit gutted.
Then I took my lappy to the shop and went into town and spent muchos moneys. And I don't really care. I've bought my outfit for my parents' anniversary meal in December- I'm going really masculine, and I've bought a pair of really tight high-waisted black trousers (WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?), a white shirt (one of those really nice tight-fitting ones that I was never cool enough to wear at school) with a tiny collar, and a thin little black tie. I'll probably wear the same thing for the panto.
And it was all size 10, thank god- the weight has been dropping straight off me since I got back to uni, but if I haven't gone down a size, then it can't possibly be unhealthy. I haven't weighed myself, but my jeans are all hanging off me. Right now I'm having to wear a belt with what used to be the only pair that I actually had to undo to take off, and pairs that used to be a snuggish sort of fit keep slipping down and exposing my crack if I walk too fast. But the fact that I still seem to be a comfortable 10 (even tho I can fit into a size 8 shirt with some degree of button-straining, it would seem) is quite reassuring.
Today I wentr into a shop and I walked straight into the menswear section. And I feel proud for it. I know it sounds like a silly, trivial thing, but I've been really weirdly nervous about doing it for... well, most of my life, really. I don't even know why. It's hard to explain, but I do feel pleased that I managed it. I found some great things too- H&M, where I just sort of skirted around the accessories section, has BOWLER HATS! For only £8. WANT! And M&S enlightened me on various cool things. They had bow ties! And they were cheap- some were £12, some were only £9.50. And those umbrellas that don't fold down- the long ones like in old movies! It was love!
And then I went to Somerfield where everything was cheap. And I found out that the 8p noodles appear to be vegan. Score! As, in fact, as the Vegan Society says, are Coco Pops. How cool is that? Except I can only afford the cheapest, which aten't them. And I bought a new style of soya cheese, just because. I don't know why anyone would care about this.
But when I walked home I was ridiculously happy, and that song from the perfume advert (the one with Kiera Knightley being all smiley and pretty and BOWLER HAT AND BAGGY SHIRT AND NO TROUSERS YES) was stuck in my head, and I liked it muchly.
While I'm here, I shall leave you with some words of 'wisdom':
As a grown woman of vaguely diminutive size, there is no shame in buying clothes from the teen section.
Some shops really do not deserve bad reputations. This mainly means M&S and Claire's Accessories.
Oranges were either not meant to be eaten, or were meant to be eaten with the peel on. Otherwise, peeling them would be something further from tedious and frustrating.
If you have never before eaten roast chestnuts (do, they're gorgeous!), remember to take the shells off first. You laugh, but I managed to eat three before I realised.
Y'know what- I don't actually think I need to unscrew that hard drive thing. Trust me.
And my chocolate bug is gone! I have a savoury bug now, but I've let it wait a bit, so maybe I can placate it with toast or cupasoups or something.
Also- Hattie, have you seen this? If not, present for you.
I found it while checking out Bowie covers after Jen's last show. I can't believe it- not only is it Tori Amos, but it's one of my uber-favourite Bowie songs, and one of the lesser well-known ones to boot!
Click to viewBloody hell, when did it become 2:30am?