Warm Pringles taste nice (or "It's hard to type when eating a pear")

Standing in front of the fire place with my Pringles cannister* (apparently spelled wrong? I can't spell) and I withdraw a Pringle and stick my hands behind my back for a little moment to warm them in front of the fire, and when I eat the Pringle I discover that it is warm. Pleasantly so. So I repeated the process a few times, and after thorough research, I have come to the following conclusion: warm Pringles are lovely. The warmth adds something to the flavour that normal, room-temperature Pringles don't have. However, this study has been limited by sample size, and more extensive research is needed.

As I type, I am also battling to consume a pear which, at the moment, is gripped in my teeth. However, it can't stay there for long because saliva is slowly pooling in my mouth and my jaw grows tired. So I have to remove it using one hand...thus meaning that I can only type with the five fingers of my free hand and the pinky of the one holding the pear. However, after a while my pinky grows tired of poking letters and holding down shift, and I feel like I should continue eating, so I just stop and munch as I stare into the fire which is currently burning my face and legs. So, progress is slow, but tasty.

Yes, I do seem to have a preoccupation with food (oops, pear juice on my keyboard). Didn't eat lunch today cause I spent the whole day snacking. Feijoas are also delicious.

...just looked them up on Wikipedia, and apparently you're not meant to eat them when they're beginning to brown because then they're overmature. Oops. Actually, it's on Simple English Wikipedia. What is that pray tell?

So it's week eleven and I haven't really started studying, largely because I have convinced myself that everything is crammable in the week or so before the exam. Don't need to study stats, cause that exam's after I get back from the US (where I will totes be studying amidst all the mad corporate partiez). At least four days after I get back. So I can cram then. And on the plane. Accounting I usually understand, and management I just cannot be bothered with. I did start my summary notes today! What annoys me is that we haven't actually finished the coursework yet, so I always feel like I can't do this properly until I have all my notes in order for all topics. Piano...is. Piano is the way it always is. Love/hate relationship. Actually, more of a love/meh-why-so-hard relationship. Currently sitting in the meh and feeling extremely tired part right now, though it's come together a little bit in the past week or so. Except the scales. I will never make peace with the scales.

Had a really enjoyable dinner last night at uni. Food was lovely, and some lovely, interesting people were there as well. Although standing out in the cold for over an hour greeting guests wasn't ideal, hey, at least it wasn't raining like Monday! Was crossing the road and BOOM thunder and then it started pouring. So no, at least there was no rain last night. I did feel incredibly young though. Even amongst the students. There were four of us who were second years, and one third year, and pretty much everyone else was post-grad. One or two undergrad, not sure what year though. Felt young and inexperienced, but it was still amazing.

The bro also graduated last week. Got to tote camera around for the night, testing out things. Will need another battery. Will need a few things before I leave, including a reminder that I should stick a password on my laptop and make my phone demand PIN every time I unlock it. I'm looking forward to this, and hoping that I don't get sick right before I leave/during the trip. I do have a tendency to get sick. Hopefully won't though.

Haven't actually downloaded the album yet/ripped it off my brother's computer, so I don't actually know the words cause I haven't listened to it properly. But it just sounds sad and yearning and stuff. I do love a good melody. Sung with robotic voices. The guy off One More Time died as well. He had such a great voice. Full of attitude.

Also saw Into The Woods last Saturday. Agony was hilarious, though all in the all the musical was rather odd.

Hard to see the light now

Edit: 11:49pm

EM GAVE ME A THING TO LISTEN TO. 

My heart is dying. Whee. Thanks Em.

Edit: 12:18am
*canister. I finally figured it out.

Red

Came out ages ago, but I was listening to the album on repeat today so felt I had to stick my songfeels somewhere. SO HERE HAVE SOME SONGFEELS.

Loving him was like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street, faster than the wind, passionate as sin, ended so suddenly. Loving him is like trying to change your mind once you're already flying through the free fall, like the colours of autumn so bright just before they lose it all. Losing him was blue like I'd never know, missing him was dark grey all alone, forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met. But loving him was red. 

Touching him was like realising all you ever wanted was right there in front of you. Memorising him was as easy as knowing the words to your old favourite song. Fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword and realising there's no right answers. Regretting him was like wishing you never found out love could be that strong. Losing him was blue like I'd never know, missing him was dark grey all alone, forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met. But loving him was red. 

Remembering him comes in flashbacks and echoes, tell myself it's time now gotta let go. But moving on from him is impossible when I still see it all in my head. Burning red. Loving him was red. 

Losing him was blue like I'd never know, missing him was dark grey all alone, forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met. But loving him was red. Burning red.  

And that's why he's spinning round in my head. Comes back to me, burning red. His love was like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street. 

Elton John was playing on the bus back home. I was rocking out to the Crocodile Rock. It was wonderful.

For some reason we were singing this at dinner. Randomly popped up. Old cheesy pop songs. 

Mmmm so what have I done lately? I shall check my calendar.

After speech night:

- Partner interview. Was good. Bonded with the partner. 

- Passed driving test. 

- And according to my calendar, the only other thing I've done since speech night was see Austin today. I felt like I did a lot more though...

- Oh had training for gift wrap with Julia. Went to the pleases first to get stuff signed and stamped, then had Schnitz for dinner. My feet really hurt by the end. All this standing and walking business. 

- OH YES I WENT OUT WITH BEC. Went to San Churro and had weirdly salty churros. Then had sushi for lunch. Walked up and down and all around Knox. Saw nice dresses but I never buy anything without my mum, so went back the same night with family to buy dresses. 

- Saw Bond again with the brother because he didn't have anyone to see it with but now he does so we've both actually ended up seeing it twice. Got lost trying to find Hoyts. 

Event-wise, it looks to be a good rest of the week. Haircut, orientation day, gift wrap, then Em. Then further gift wrapping next week. Just hope no one rocks up with a basketball.

Changed the layout cause I decided I don't like blinding white and orange. I remember someone once read really deeply into the fact that all our blogs were black or grey. To be fair, we did seem to like blacks and greys. 

Weekly update 2, except I didn't do last week, so it's more like Fornightly update 1

I have finally finished arranging, although my brother would argue with that. It's largely done. I have the centre done, and I'll only have to hop back on Sibelius to fiddle with bits and pieces, which can be easily done at school.

Justin Bieber's voice broke. Thus, he took the key of Baby down. It's weird. It was also weird watching him play guitar, cause the guitar was almost as big as he was. And he plays left-handed.

Usher in...not many days. Eighteen? Something like that.

Blogging has lost its appeal. I'm sorry. I would tell you about my bubble cup aventures, but I just want to get away from the computer. And that should be adventures, not aventures. French is getting to me.

Watched this last night. Gold.

"Bass solo. Bass solo over." 

Snippet of life 4

Andrew, Michelle and Sarah are eating breakfast. 


Andrew: Justin Bieber got shot.
Michelle: Oh. Why?
Andrew: For being a criminal mastermind. I love how you take it with such calm.
Michelle: Actually? How? Physically? Mentally?

For some inexplicable reason, the mentally part cracked me up. I'm still trying to figure out how people get shot mentally.

Everybody knows you did it on Photo-o-shop

I could sit here for the rest of eternity, and I will never get the colour/tone/contrast/other such Photoshoppy terms right. So unfortunately, my brother will have to deal with a birthday present that is not perfectly coloured/toned/contrasted/etc.ed.

I have lack of patience, lack of photo paper, and lack of ink to run endless tests.

Alright, I guess I also lack skill. However, I now have many photos of various sizes and colours involving various people lying around. More things to plaster my walls with.

Justine Henin retired from tennis due to a wrist injury. In the WTA, she would have to be one of my favourites. She's good, she's humble, and she's cute. It's sad that it has to go that way, but you have to stop some time, and she had a good run. Good luck to her for the rest of the journey.

2 minutes later

Alright, so I had another crack. It's coming out of the printer as I type. Here's hoping.

After the printing was done:

Quite a fair bit better. I'm getting better at this. The effect is more like what I wanted.

If this turns out as awesome as I hope it will be, then I will definitely have to photograph my genius.

Winner

Alright, here's the gameplan:

Sarah's first part of working is three hours of piano, with probably a break for lunch. That will most likely take me to about 1:30/2pm.

Then I need to:

Finish my revs notes for SAC
Write practice essay
Finish music summary notes
Rewrite English and send to tutor
Finish reflection on English
Write up another draft for English
Music campaign poster

Which will then leave me time to maybe do more piano, and also aural. And find the music for Old Wine In New Bottles which I forgot to practice cause I didn't have the music lying around to remind me.

Which will then leave me tomorrow to freak out about aural, which I will then most likely do. And some practice.

Brilliant.

Here's to the silence that cuts me to the core

Forever And Always. Accoustically. The awesomes.

And despite the huge list of work, it is actually doable if I try. Cause most of it's half-finished anyway.

Off to...I need to name my piano. Off to the piano.

After I finish this Strepsil and brush my teeth. Lovely time to get sick. Last two days of holidays, and SAC on Tuesday. Wonderful. Although it hasn't progressed beyond a sore throat and some sniffles which I've had for a while anyway. Let's hope it doesn't.

Update at 1:14pm
Didn't work. Only managed one and a half hours of piano before I brawled at 11:30 instead. And now Michelle's jamming away so no piano for me.

This sick business is getting worse. My head is all stuffy. Gah.

I also cannot find the piano version of Forever And Always. I want to have it blasting through my speakers. Now. Need to get it off my brother's computer. Now. Now.

7:11pm
Did the piano. Or the large bulk of it.

However, my motivation to work is quickly dissipating. My head's starting to lose all coherence. That doesn't even make any sense. See?

purps

I finally bought a watch from a little store in Chaddy called Storm. London-made watches. I quite like it. My brother thought it was overpriced. Let's hope this lasts for a very long time so that I feel as though it was worth it. Shall not disclose the price, otherwise people i.e. Joey will keep going on about how "fancy" I am.
It is quite a sick shade of purple though, or, as my brother calls it, purps. There Viv, it's purple, not orange. I can imagine your expression. It would look like this: ^^

I can't be bothered rotating it. And how lovely my camera looks reflected in the shiny surface.

I have Helter Skelter running around my head.

Do you or don't you want me to love you?

And Dear Prudence.

The sun is out, the sky is blue, it's beautiful, and so are you

We were Ghana win

Alright, I'll stop it with the lame Ghana jokes now. You can't top my brother though. It was a Klose match. Korean defence was Messi. All these jokes which make you wanna go 'oh snap'.
So we started off pretty well, I thought. There was an energy to the game which had been sadly, very sadly, lacking in our match against Germany. We were defending well. A goal in the eleventh minute seemed to say it all, and we were going all out to get the second goal to secure our hold. But then Kewell got sent off for a hand-ball which didn't really look like a hand-ball, and the Ghanese guy got past Schwarzer. End of story. One all draw.

So now, Ghana either has to beat Germany, in which case we just have to beat Serbia (no big deal, considering we haven't won a match yet), or they have to tie with Germany, in which case we will have to pulverise Serbia to get by on goal difference. Hopes hanging on a thread. Let's hope that Jabulani thing works against the Deutsch.
The saddest thing is that we were playing well. The fact that we got by pretty damn well on a ten-man defence says it all. And we are left to bitterly contemplate with disappointment what might have been had Kewell not been sent off.

Again, I'm tired. Despite actually catching up on sleep - slept at 2, woke at 7:45, then again at 9:15 - I'm still bone tired. I can't wait for the holidays. Not to mention the fact that I have been packing my room, which throws up a lot of dust, and therefore makes me sneezle a hell of a lot, and now my head hurts and my nose is raw. I would sleep in about half an hour, but I have to actually go to the airport in about twenty minutes. I'll probably be  back around 11. Optimistically. Very optimistically. And I have to get up at 5:30 for sectional tomorrow. I may have already mentioned all this. Very likely. But I'm tired and I feel like complaining. Humour me, even though I quite brought it upon myself in staying up to watch the Socceroos. But humour me.