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Sunday, 28 September 2014

french toast and frankenstein

I was kinda bored in the afternoon the other day, and slightly peckish, so I was scrolling through the interwebs for the easiest possible thing to cook and eat, that would still actually taste ok. And I foudn Liv's recipe for french toast. I always through french toast was super hard and that only badasses who were fully self-actualised and always had actual, SUFFICIENT time in the morning for fulfilling and joyous breakfast-times everyday were capable of making it successfully, but apparently I'm wrong. It's actually shockingly not that difficult! You just beat a glug of milk, an egg, some cinnamon, a teaspoon of vanilla extract and sugar to taste in a bowl, drop in a piece to bread and poke it around to make sure it absorbs everything, and then plop it in a pan, and then wait around for a few minutes. Not that hard! I was amazed at my own ability to not mess it up that I ate lots and was then so bloated for the rest of the day I didn't even have enough stomach space to shovel in some dinner. Until about 10pm right before bed when I got the goddarn nibbles again and ate a kinda weird tasting cranberry and nut bar (I never trust dried bits of fruit in otherwise perfectly good food items).

I also picked up the penguin classics edition of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein, but since being swamped with chemistry coursework, I'm only about 1/3 of the way through, and I'll refrain from casting any judgements until I reach the end.  

Sunday, 7 September 2014

it's a wrap

VvV VV Vv orangey ambient lighting

Last Friday was the last test of my preliminary exams, which means year eleven is basically over. Walking out of the exam hall for the last time in the near future felt so freaking good you have no idea. We went to Max Brenner's afterwards and celebrated with chocolatey waffles and vanilla icecream.

But it's bittersweet, since in about four weeks time, year twelve officially starts, the year it all counts, the last year of high school. These four weeks are probably going to be a hazy limbo of teenage angst but transitions periods are probably necessary to acclimatize.

Social, which is a kind of dance/semi-formal (?) function thing which school holds in conjunction with our brother school, is happening in two weeks or so, so that's something to occupy my time. I've picked out most of what I need already, but there are still a few things I need to scavenge (lip liner!) and it's tremendous fun helping friends get ready too.

I'm going to try to spend this pseudo-break taking more photos with le CAMERA and less time waffling with low to moderate enjoyment in black holes on the internet. Wish me luck on that one.