Deep fried pickle slices… America… Fat….
that'd be lovely
i love 'erbs.
This is Eleanor. Taylor’s sister’s dog. She is rad. More like a cat than a dog.
She is a shitzu.
When I get a dog I want to get a shitzu loso opso poodle cross.
It would be a Shitzlosopoo! Say it 106 times fast.
Morris the Blade.
This is the cat at Taylor’s old residence. He is fucking awesome. He would always come into our room and stretch his paws out. One evening while our friend Nick was over he made a comment about it looking like he was kneading bread… Now it is so much funnier!
As you can see this is him licking the batter of his paws after a good dose of kneading.
Green Fairy Martini.
Absinthe, white chocolate swirls and an Orange liqueur.
Went out for dessert at a chocolate and martini bar. Everything was so God damn delicious. This drink was so pretty and tasted like licorice all sorts.
I got the mousse! Yum!
This is what we like to call “crack bread”. It’s so bad for you but so addictive. Basically slice the bread in half length ways, like a thick baguette style bread. You melt half a stick of butter and rub it all over the bread. In a bowl you mix spring onions, garlic, 8oz asiago cheese, 8oz Monterey Jack cheese, and mayonaise til you get a ‘peanut butter-like’ consistency. Smother that on the bread. Bake in a preheated oven for like 15min then switch it over to grill for another 5. Holy hell, it’s delicious!
Bored!
Bored out of my mind. Cleaning my room getting ready to move. Waiting for my clothes to wash. A bit pissed off, Taylor’s phone stopped working last night and I asked him so many bloody times to call me when he got it up and running… He didn’t… I mean he sent me a text but… Haven’t seen or heard him in almost 24 hours and he just casually sitting at home playing backyard monsters… On my computer…
I know I could stop bitching and get over being a stubborn whore but it just sucks that he hasn’t called… That he doesn’t realise how much a short phone call from him means to me…
Am trying to make more of a conscious effort to blog. I feel that photos will be the best way so totally going to get out and take snapshots everyday. This is a photo of a public water fountain… With dog bowl attached for all those pups that work up a thirst whilst out for a walk with their masters.
finals week!
so this week is finals week and i am working my ass off to get passing grades so that this exchange counts towards my degree. it won’t really matter, when i return i will have to do at least one of my semester two subjects at LTU because i wasn’t able to do the one they wanted me to do while i was over here.
after this week the countdown is on! only 9 more weeks til i am home!
I’d like to apologise to anyone whom I have offended with my lack of communication. I had never intended to hurt anyone or make anyone feel insignificant with regards to my life. In fact, not a day goes by that I don’t think about my family and friends that I love and miss. I have not forgotten about you, thinking about all the good stuff we will get to catch up on, all the things we enjoyed doing in the past that we will get to do again when I return and all the new experiences we will get to share… These are all the thoughts that keep me grounded half a world away.
So I am sincerely apologetic for not contacting everyone on a much regular basis. And if you really are offended by this, you could think about the fact that just one of me is all the way overseas and that I hardly ever hear from anyone besides my mum. Do that before you rouse on me for being a shit friend. I’m not offended that other people can’t find the time to contact me…because I am comfortable in myself and I know the people I left behind and I am confident that on my return it will feel like I’ve been away a week rather than 6 months…that’s the sort of good friends that I have. Just because I’ve been gone so long doesn’t mean I am any different to who I was before I left… Aside from probably coming home with a weird accent…
