No candy in your till, no cutie left to thrill.

First week done. Lets wrap up.

Did I manage to miss a class through sleepiness and ickiness? Check

Did I manage to meet someone new and babble incessantly about crap? Check

Did I see an impossibly attractive male and fall in love despite not talking to him and missing half a lecture about I dunno, a map or something? Mhmm check

Did I see someone I wish was dead, dying or at least being generally hated? Why is she alive? Why is she in the one class that I just wanted to enjoy myself and a girl who hates me, stole my boyfriend from me and generally just creeps me out. Ugh it was a bad way to end my week.

Archaeology despite her is just what I hoped it would be. The first thing he mentioned was time team, followed swiftly by the ever-wonderful Indiana Jones. Next came the vague promise of treasure and last came el phrase fantastico that archaeology was 'the most fun you can have with your pants on'. How could I not love this subject?

I'm exhausted now, was at work early today. Got my hand slammed between a bookcase and a hard place and man is that ever painful. Crazy sore.

Not much else to say now. Too tired. Bleargh and all that.

Julie's birthday tomorrow. Yay for Julie!

Death Proof

I saw it last night! Freakin awesome. It was all ridiculous and silly and so conscious of itself. I giggled and I worried for people's welfare and I definitely had one or two 'Fuck Yeah' female empowerment moments. I will say no more other than go see and go see now! And I wish wish wish I could have seen it as the two part grindhouse experience it was meant to be. Zombies and fake trailers (such as the previously linked Don't) would have completed my evening. As it was, I did enjoy Death Proof in its own right but mostly because I knew what it was trying to be and I had been anticipating it for yonks.


First day of uni and it was quite good. My history teacher offered up many definitions of Medieval including "I'm gonna get Medieval on your ass". I suspect he may be a little gay as he spent a lot of time talking about the 'manly, cool, modern Heath Ledger' and the 'fun-kay groovy beats of Bowie' with a sort of dreamy look in his eyes.

I also had to wait like 20 whole minutes for my bagel. The guy was new which could explain it but gawd it was like he was trying to live life ten times slower than everyone else in the world. I was so hungry I nearly jumped over the counter and made it myself. Still tasty though when I finally got to eat it. Love Uni Bagels. <3

I'm so tired, like blarrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh tired but I have one class tomorrow at ten and then nothing. Funny thing, turns out one of my Italian buddies from last year is taking Classics too and she introduced me to her friend, who lives up the road from me and when to the other high school in our area. Crazy stuff. Meant I didn't have to explain where I lived for a change.

I made my cookies and I gots pics of the resulting goo but I canna be arsed uploading them tonight so mehr laters.

Cookies!

Julie's birthday is in a week and she requested cookies. For those of you who don't know, I make the best cookies evar. I found the recipe somewhere on the internet and altered it a tad and I finally made proper American style crunchy-round-the-sides-chewy-in-the-middle cookies. Let me tell you, these are awful for you. The sheer amount of sugar alone is enough to cause a minor stroke. However, they taste so damn good you won't care. I decided to experiment with different flavours today for a laugh mostly. Some worked great, some not so much.

My first batch was chocolate orange:



Smarties (the extreme amount of sugar makes up for the lack of artificial flavouring in smarties these days):



Minstrels:



Julie's specific request of munchie choc chip (the rounded muchies that come in a big bag). They kind of exploded and gooed everywhere but she says they taste pretty good:


And the big ol' pile at the end:



To come are Aero bubble white choc chip (again Julie's idea) and my Turkish Delights. They would have been baked by now but I got kicked out the kitchen. Apparently chicken needed cooking and was more important.

PS found a use for the man hair! Headbanging while waiting for cookies to cook!

:(

I still have man hair




More to come later when I make cookies and see what happens when you add daft things to the mix.

Shake your head it's empty.

Today I had a job interview and normally I'd be all 'yay interview that's pretty good!' and while there's a pretty high chance I could actually get the job I'm just not excited. Could be that I spent a good 15 mins at least staring at a mug while I waited for the manager to come get me. Man, that mug just wasn't doing much for me at all. Then it turned out it was some sort of pre-interview instead and I was talked at for 10 mins about how shifts work. I don't even think I said more than a dozen words before I was being shown out the door.

So I went to Borders and bought a book. It's funny, I picked up Beowulf but ended up buying a book of Gothic Tales by Elizabeth Gaskell. I've done this before, walk into a bookshop in a daze and come home with something I didn't intend to buy. Luckily this time it was actually a book I did want, just not the one I planned on purchasing unlike last time when I came home with some Chinese taoist book. (Mum had to take that one back I was just too embarrassed). Gothic Tales looks pretty good and hopefully the name won't disappoint.

I did perk up when I passed the fearsome American preahing on a stool round the corner. I only heard snippets of his speech but he had a fair crowd. I was fairly impressed until I heard something about the sin of 'fornication' and the crowd giggle at him. There went his credibility.

In other news, I have man hair today.

Qu'est ce qu'il fait? Qu'est ce qu'il dit?

Once again my attempts at bowler hat purchasing have been foiled. Having nigh on 3 hours to kill I walked back to the previously mentioned vintage shoppe, money in hand and an excited spring in my step. Maybe, just maybe one of them would fit me since after all men were smaller back then (giggle giggle wang joke). Full of double mocha macchiato (best coffee evar) and slowly coming the realisation that my tights were falling down and if something wasn't done soon it would be penguin-walk time, I finally arrived at Great Western Road. I past the many indian takeaways, past the 'what the? that's a lotta brooms!' shop and quickly past the crazy kinda goth, kinda just weird shop in case I got lured in and bought something stupid like an elvis lamp. I dodged the energetic, soap flinging window cleaner and the aggresive little Chinese woman (I don't know what she wanted) skipped across the road...and carried on with a heavy heart. Shop was shut. For no reason at all.

I got over my disappointment though with coffee and a good chat with the loveliest girl in the world which is kinda a lie since I'm still annoyed but I always like seeing her. And then there was more signing up for classes. Gahr it was dull. So many different ways of saying 'University is different from school' and 'STUDY FOR THE LOVE OF GOD'. Pleargh boring. On the plus side the Classics teacher has one of those old-fashioned professor capes and the classics society has a toga party. Always good for a laugh. My class is in the only remaining preserved Victorian lecture hall in the uni. Let me tell you it is also the most uncomfortable. Gorgeous but needs more cushioning! It's like sitting in an old church but without the holiness.

I met my Edinburgh friend, or rather she kept finding me like the stalker she is! The Hare Krishna woman who preys on the young in Glasgow interrupted us and was met by very quiet rambling French. Sadly she claimed she could speak it too. We just left and tried to look like annoyed French people. Lesson learned. Next time learn some Russian!

Julie

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