Madicki cakes!

Introducing the world finest cake makers: Maddie D'Adam and Nicki Murray!

Why? Because we managed to turn a cake into cupcakes AND THEN BACK INTO A CAKE AGAIN.

OOOH YEAH.

And the best bit is- it's a BIRTHDAY CAKE (so naturally that makes us awesome people as well as awesome cake makers.)

Also, if anyone actually reads this BEFORE Elisha's birthday do tonight- don't say anything. We're going to try convince everyone that it's from a luxurious cake shop somewhere in.... er... PADDINGTON. HARRRRRRRR.

So yeah, blow our cover and we'll make you eat the cake:

note: if we convince Bek, WE WIN.

Audience Participation

Okay, you know how you get those capcha things when you try and post a comment.

I love them.

The random letters ones anyhoo- I mean, they are SO FUN TO TRY AND PRONOUNCE.

So, audience participation time! Next time you post a comment, you have to try and fit the captcha text into it without anyone noticing. Easy enough when it's something like "bfghth" because you can use that as a kind of exasperation thing. But what about "conuilin"?

You try. It's FUN!

Before yesterday I had never been to Canberra

...

and on discovering just how MUCH of a hole it is, I doubt I'll ever go back.

Sorry, Canberra, it's just I don't think I could stand living in a city renowned for a) Politics and b) ANU. I mean there are things I love about you: I love that everyone rides bikes around the place and I love that both the beach and the snow are mere hours away on the bus. Oh, and I love that if I was living there I'd be holed up in a tiny college room which is all my owney and be cooking in a kitchen build for 500 at three in the morning, far, far away from my parents and all semblances of society... but...

What happens when I say "Well, fuck this shit" and want to loose myself in some part of the city I don't know yet? What happens when I get bored of the rabbit holes of the uni dorms and the lake and the national park and want to go somewhere different? What happens when I want to ROAD TRIP!?

I'll tell you what happens. THIS HAPPENS:

LIFE > NICKI

SO, I will not be hanging aboot in ANU for uni, despite the fact that it's the "best place to study international relations and law and all that shit" because it's right next door to parliament. But people don't understand. I don't want to go into politics. I don't want to go into government or UN work because I don't want to be corrupted by all their shit. I just want to know what the deal is with everyone that stops every single goddam government from just getting the fuck along.

Jesus christ: all I want to do is go around and backhand every world leader and yell "BEHAVE OR IT'S THE NAUGHTY CORNER FOR YOU!" and confiscate their weapons and say "Ah- ah! Not until you realise the value of humanity as a whole!" and give them all a good grounding in etiquette.

So I've decided I'm going to study IR and become some super-aid-worker and write a book about how childish governments are and maybe start a comic (hell's admin mebbe...) and live in a hut in the middle of south america or something.

I don't know.

I should be doing my film assignment.

bluuurgh.

On an existential crisis (or ENA in general):

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Creativity in procrastination

So, I'm working on my World Lit essay, yeah, and I realise that, for the most part, its waffly crap. So, because I've been staring at the screen since 7am this morning trying to get this GOD DAMN definition of postmodernism down and explain in no uncertain terms how Umberto Eco uses Reader Response Theory in order to make his text post-modernistic (ie, how everything is a symbol for the reader and how the whole novel is basically just an extended metaphor for the interpretation of the text - yeah, complex fucking guy, inn'e?) I decide I should take a break.

I try cooking and almost burn the house down. (Note to self: Tomato paste can not under any circumstances be used to replace tomato puree/canned tomatoes when using a frying pan) 

I try wandering aimless around the house and stub my toe.

I try taking a shower and cut myself shaving.

And then I pick up my guitar.

And I compose a short song about how much I am fucked for World lit. I call it "I'm fucked for world lit, but I really don't care." I like to think it's in the same league as the infamous 'I Hate TOK' song by Captain Angry and the Bad Moods. Certain things prevent me from posting it on here, like my inability to sing and my preference for not being humiliated on the interwebz. Maybe if you ask nicely and bring me a guitar I'll play it for you.

Hey, who knows, I might even have come up with a 2nd verse by then.

om nom

Well, if there was anything that was going to make me leap on film and say "If i could screw an art form, I'd be doing Film right about now," it might be something like this:

I seem to be developing a liking for film, seeing as its the one art subject I'm not failing at the moment.

Hurrah!

tinterwebs

you know what I really love about the internet?

Its the versatility.



I mean where else can you have Holst's Jupiter playing in one tab while you read a choice selection of webcomics in a few others, surf google for tips on literary analysis in another, and have a movie downloading in the background?

That's kind of crazy when you think about it.
*sigh*
lovely.




Oh, and by the way: Holst= fecking genius, so if you haven't heard his Planets suite, I'd suggest you close this browser pronto and listen to them on the tube. There's a few playlists that'll take you from one to the other sans the button pressing ^^