Monthly Archives: May 2012

i am not on the bus anymore but the feeling is still there.

Here I am sitting on the bus trying to find a reason of why I didn’t do my lab report over the weekend. I got an extension for it.
I was meant to hand it in on Friday.
But I didn’t do that either.
I didn’t even go to university on friday.
I got told on Wednesday that I might have aspergers or high functioning autism.
In some way its a relief. I always knew that my brain didn’t work the same as other people’s.
the question is what if I am not?
Where does that leave me?
That just means that there is no explanation as to why I am bad at maths.
That just means that the reason I am so bad it is because I have not tried hard enough.
That there is no logical explanation.

My mother is against getting an official diagnosis.
“What does it change?” She asked me.

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kitchen porn is what keeps me sane.

Jed has left.
Actually he has left about 6 days ago.
The first thing I did after I waved him goodbye was to go to the nearest kitchen appliance shop and look at all of the things I couldn’t afford.

I want to buy a kitchen aid.
This ‘wanting’ may include a grand total of  no less than 5 kitchen aid mixers.
Yes, that is right. Five.
One was never going to be enough.
I could use them in my budding currently non-existent cupcake/food company I told myself. Clearly if I was going to do that then I needed more than one.
The problem was the fantastical range of colours .
Black was an obvious choice.
It’s the colour I wear the most.

I have decided on the GLASS bowl with this one.
It’s my staple colour.
I like black.

Obviously I am having more than one.
Cream or white?
Both are colours that I wear often and that I like.









Then I saw this most gorgeous light pistachio green.
It was a suave italian.
“Hello La mia stella brillante! lo scoperò fuori dai vostri piedi~*”

That brings me up to a total of four.
I detest the number four.
I loathe it.
I prefer using the term ‘3b’ as a replacement.
The number four is too perfect.
Too symmetrical.
It’s fake.
The plastic blonde bimbo that is ‘popular’. Plastically fake.
I hate things in groups of four**.
There is no way that I would stop at just having four kitchen aids.
So FIVE it is.

I just can’t decide on the last colour. Not so surprisingly this might also the colour palette of my future house.

Jed’s father gave me a new phone. It’s more like Jed’s father gave JED a new phone and Jed told him to give it to me.
You see before that I have had the same phone for 5 years straight.
This is unheard of for a teenage girl.
I like decorating things.

*I take no responsibility for what will happen to you if you say this as a pick up line nor do I take responsibility how accurate it is.
**This applies to everything. If I have two child then get pregnant with twins? You can bet your pretty pixel arse I will have another one.

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Political spewl from a pancake ruiner screaming jellyfish.

I might have accidentally lost my journal.
I am very good at losing things.
If I had superpowers it would be one of mine.
It’s not so much as lost more like infinitely misplaced.
I inherited it from my mother.
She is infamous in our house for putting her car keys in the fridge.
JED is even better at losing things than I am.
He is constantly asking me where things are.
“Where is the remote?”
“Behind you.”
“Where is your drink bottle?”
“Behind you.”
“Where are the house keys?”
“On the drink bottle. Which is behind you.”
“Where is my eftpos card?”
“In your pocket. On your jeans. Behind you.”
And so it goes on.

Currently he has gotten me to make pancakes for him.
He’s been bugging me at midnight for the last two nights to make him some then and there.
He hates eating breakfast in the morning.
So guess what I am doing?
Making him pancakes IN THE MORNING.

Usually the first pancake I make is the only dud.
I screwed up three.
I was way too busy prancing around the house screaming at the top of lungs about the grades I got for the first two assignments.
4/4 and 9/10.
We are studiously ignoring the fact that the next assignment after that I got 17/40.
It was all about lewis diagrams-y things which for the life of my I still don’t get.
5 years later from when I first learnt it.
It’s taken a long time to exist within MELNATION.

Did I mention that it takes me over an hour to make a batch of pancakes?
I’m a perfectionist.
Perfect pancakes are a bitch.
I hate the brown burnt butter in the pan.
All of my pancakes are cooked on low heat and flipped to perfection.
Secret is butterbutterbutter.
Even my pancake recipe calls for butter.

We get free newspapers at my university.
It’s quite nice.
Also dangerous.
It gives me more reasons to dislike our prime minster.

Do you see what I mean? He just sits there smiling.
Granted he is a multi millionaire.
50 million dollars millionaire.

He wants to screw around with my student loan.

I am a part-time student. At the moment this is all I can do whilst trying to mentally gain stability.

How is reducing the amount of students getting tertiary            education going to help in the recession?
Making it hard to get financial support is not the answer.
In particular when he says things like  this –
“That is about the only thing that will get [young people] out of bed before seven o’clock at night to vote, but it’s not politically sustainable to put interest back on student loans.”

I voted.
Before 7 o’clock I might add.
What I didn’t do was to vote for YOU John key.

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