05/02/2010: *insert vomit noises here*
Hi. Sorry for the severe lack of updates since – I think – it was January, I talked about Haiti and maybe Zachary Quinto (I don’t think there HASN’T been a blog in months that I haven’t mentioned the guy) whilst my parents were getting drunk on Woo Woos. If you don’t know what they are, they’re a red cocktail, nicknamed “the gay cocktail”. If I can find a recipe for it…
Here.
WOO WOOS
For one person:
Pour all ingredients into a highball glass over ice cubes, stir, and serve.
It’s pretty simple. I don’t personally like them myself, they initially taste lovely but have a dental-surgery-y aftertaste which puts me off BIG TIME. I found most cocktails my dad makes (because he is quite obviously trying to be Tom Cruise in “Cocktail”. I DON’T FUCKING LIKE TOM CRUISE. Anyway, this is turning into a Stream Of Consciousness blog) have a dental surgey-ish aftertaste.
Anyway, I’ve been very busy with college again, with much misunderstanding over my Music course. See, I saw my “Working At” grade as a D/E and to me a D/E = failure. I got very upset over it, thinking I was failing the course, and PMT in addition to that makes me doubly think I am failing (and the one time of the month I detest being female) and emotional and shit. Anyway, after discussions with my teacher and two phone calls from my dad to my teacher, everyone knows the score now. I am not actually failing college. I just interpret it as such, considering my predicteds are averaging or are A/B and being predicted a C in Music…well, the allegory involving sore thumbs comes to mind. Music is fuckin’ hard if you’re like me (i.e. not mathematical/ logical) because of its working. In fact, it is a sneakily deceptive cousin of Maths. I hate that.
I’ve been ill today. A cold’s been sneaking up on me over the week and it manifested into period pains plus aches, dizziness, heaviness, loss of appetite, fatigue, churning stomach at thought of solid food and a sore throat between approximately 10:30 and 11:10 this morning. During Italian. Apparently I looked incredibly pale too. By 12:10 I was in bed and by 12:30 I was asleep. Consoled myself later with the lunch I bought during the morning because today, I would have had no time to buy it before lunch. Then my body thought I ate too much. Normally after the lunch I have, my body thinks I’ve eaten too LITTLE. I have a thing for food, must be the pseudo-Italian in me, which can also explain the expressive hands and explosive temperament. (NTS: Get tested for Italian genes.) Managed to semi-console myself with some “Star Trek XI” action (read: Quinto action) and laughing at my mother fail at “Mini Ninjas”. And then tomato soup. And then…eh. Ah well.
My brother’s been pissing me off all week too. Had to restrain the urge to do a Sylar on him at SEVERAL points in the week. And college. I was doing too much college work and it’s winter…2 factors that contributed towards how shitty I feel now. My parents are in the next room watching “Lost”. I saw one or two episodes and got, errrm, lost. Same director, same music composer as “Trek XI”.
ALSO SPEAKING OF “TREK”…I’ve been watching “The Original Series” on Sky the past two or three months. The trouble with that is: a) the channel = not showing Season 3 and b) I’ve got two more to watch because we’re rather pointlessly getting a HD box. I DON’T WANT A HD BOX. It’s not necessary!! Guhhhh!!!!!!! And what am I going to do after S2 ep 26/26 has finished? I think I may cry. And/ or get withdrawal symptoms. Anyone find Season 3 on DVD? Post me the link. I’m going to bed cause I have to get up early tomorrow for work.
Fuck my life.
Mika xx
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