The Blog of Breeza

I was tagged for one of those funny things by cerry quite some time ago, so... here it is:

"6 or 7 random things about me, then tag another 6 or 7 people" I also no longer know that many people who blog, and I don't want to inflict it on zebe again. So, I'm sorry but it ends here XP

1. I am a collector of boxes. I don't even know how many shoeboxes I have back at my parent's house but here, I can see seven on my shelf, just at a quick glance. I especially love those ones they sell at the warehouse, or the reject shop. My favourite is a white one with rainbow spots, it was from Maddy I think.

2. I hate the way James pronounces 'vase'. He does it to annoy me, I know, but it makes me want to throw something at him. It's lucky it isn't a word that comes up very often. (><)

3. My favourite vegetable is the eggplant. It has absolutely nothing to do with the taste - though I do quite like them in focaccias or a thai curry - I love the deep purple colour and the shape. I honestly have no idea why, but they are things of awesome. Carrots just don't cut it.

4. I used to be a ridiculously fussy eater. I still am, to some degree, but nothing close to what I was. I actually ate (and enjoyed) prawns and calamari on christmas eve, a far cry from when I never ate any seafood... every time I went to a restaurant with my family I always ordered chicken nuggets and chips (under 11 or 12) or some variant of chicken shnitzel or parmagiana (until about 15, 16)

5. I wish I had my mother's handwriting, or even Nina's. Mine always seems to look so immature in comparison, it seems a pity that the art of cursive writing isn't regarded as important anymore, I was lousy at it, but I think it looks beautiful.

6. My typography class last semester was fantastic (for our oral someone sang a love song about a font. hilarious) but it's a little irritating with how much I notice different fonts now. Like helvetica, I mean, I knew that it was everywhere, but now I actually notice it. I thought the whole point was that you weren't meant to notice it? "It's like air - it's not there". Supposedly. I also noticed that 'Quantum of Solace' is written in Futura (The same as futurama), and ugly fonts get on my nerves. Like Nelson's in Traf having a beautiful menu with wordart titles. Ugh.

7. I don't like having a clock in my room, I did used to have a radio/clock thing, but I got sick of always being reminded of the time. Now I only ever use my phone, I very rarely wear a watch. Mum wanted to get me one for my 18th but I asked her not to. Obviously I do need to know the time sometimes... but unless I have to be at work, or maybe have a show I particularly want to watch, then I don't really care.

fin.

3:56 pm;
rawrd by Brie
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Guess who has internet again? HUZZAH! It was set up today, and I'm much too excited to blog properly right now, but don't worry, I'll be writing fairly regularly now :)

But for the moment... here's one I prepared earlier;

Just a little note before I embark on my epic anecdote: James and I do not have much access to the internet – it’s yet to be set up. Therefore, I’m writing this as I go and uploading it when I get the chance. Maybe I’ll even back-date it if Blogger lets me… Enjoy.

The Early Hours of Saturday Morning (the 22nd)

Tonight a most successful and inopportune experiment occurred: successful in that it created something of much joy and joyness. It was spontaneous and exciting. It didn’t poison us. It was inopportune because it means I had to walk home and get up at 7:30 am or so tomorrow morning… in order to do more walking. Not. Impressed.

But I’ll begin at the beginning.

At about 7:30pm this rainy, rather cold, Friday evening I paid Nic a visit. The purpose was to watch the new Ghibli movie [very fun] and just generally appreciate the awesome-ness that is his company. The method of transport – due to the afore-mentioned unpleasant conditions – my car. You may already be making guesses as to what occurred. I’m sorry dear reader, but you’re probably wrong.

After watching the movie we began googling, it was all entirely relevant at the time but not really important to the story. The end result was that, after discovering Irish Mist is apparently good with Blue Curacao and Lemonade [this is so I won’t forget], I happened to mention that a family friend of Nicole’s made Kahlua as a Christmas present. Nic, being the very enthusiastic googler that he is, of course seized upon this comment and looked up the recipe.

Kahlua is, in fact, made up of very few ingredients; four out of five of which happened to be within 2 metres of us. The fifth was borrowed from upstairs and the experiment began. Unfortunately we didn’t actually have enough storage room for the result. And so, of course, we just had to drink some of it. Oh the joyness. As I said, we were not poisoned and it was a most successful result. Even if Nic was rather impatient for it to cool down… and we used up all the decent coffee. And vodka.

And here comes the inopportune part. As you’ve already guessed, I’m sure, I was [and am] in no condition to drive my car. Luckily, it has actually cleared up into quite a nice night [or morning]. Unluckily, the place in which my car is parked becomes ticket parking only as of 8am. Ugh. It was so worth it though.

And this is where the anecdote ends and the information on the exciting, not-very-shiny-but-new apartment begins.

Firstly, I never want to lug things up stairs again. James, who lugged up the fridge and washing machine, likely thinks I’m a wuss. Here is where I point out that I had a ridiculous amount of trips up and down [I lost count, but it was over 10] those stairs before he even arrived. And it all had to be lugged down to my car from my box in the first place. Also, I have no upper-body strength. Ugh.

Unfortunately for James I had to leave as of 3:30 that afternoon, my parents needed to go via the box for my fridge and the hired trailer had to be returned. Furthermore, the handy man was still painting the bedrooms… so everything was left in the lounge. Poor James.

I’m here now though, and I’ve been very nice. I’ve done more than my share of cooking and cleaning as James had three exams, plus work this week. I, on the other hand, had no work and finished Uni quite some time ago, I don’t mind.
The place is pretty much square. Think a decent-sized lounge in one corner with two big rooms going down one side and a bathroom/laundry/toilet [it has a shower and a bath] and kitchen down the other side. There’s also a small balcony off the lounge. My room is the one in the opposite corner to the door, between James’ room and the bathroom.

There have been a few issues so far. The first is that we actually have no kitchen chairs. We do however have a lounge, thanks heaps to Nicole and family. Not really something you want to sleep on Zebe, but I promise you can have my bed.

Also, on Wednesday night the hot water decided it didn’t want to come out of the hot water tap. In fact, not even cold water wanted to come out of it. James braved a cold shower but I chickened out and borrowed Nic’s. Unfortunately for me the plumber called while I was over there and I had to walk back as it bucketed down. So really, I had two showers. ‘tis all good and dandy now though.

There are still a few things that need to be done, the bathroom is being painted and the lights all replaced, but overall I’m very happy with the place. I love having a kitchen. Last night we occupied ourselves with the creation of food. It’s really better value for money than a movie was my reasoning. James’ choice was chilli oil [I had it in my omelette this morning, rather tasty] and mine was chocolate chip biscuits.

Unfortunately they ended up as lumps of chocolate [milk and white] with remnants of dough around them. Apparently, in this particular recipe the author wasn’t – as they usually are – stingy on the amount of choc-chips. And of course we pretty much doubled the amount given, as you do. Also, the white chocolate was those rather big chocolate melts instead of bits or chips… and this led to an excessive amount of chocolate.

The result was piles of chocolate surrounded by thin, wafery, biscuit – which immediately broke when I tried to get it off the [pizza] tray. However, all was not lost, cookie mash went very nicely with our bottle of champagne, and I’ve been picking at cookie dough all day. Oh the glories of having a fridge. We even have magnets courtesy of mum.

Not all of my cooking feats have been such [disputably] disasters however. The chilli and garlic pasta was quite nice, and the tacos [my favourite meal] were of course delicious. They always are. The Thai green curry was good too. James has a fantabulous cookbook, so we’ll be eating all sorts of tasty food. Hoorah!

On the topic of fantabulous food; when our Day of Reckoning [or house-warming gathering, and yes it does deserve capitals] occurs I plan on making an apple pie from scratch. Don’t worry; I’ll test it first – so as not to poison everyone. It’s going to be one of those affairs when you wander in for food and drinks at whichever stage you like during the day – we don’t know the neighbours yet so we don’t really want a night party. So expect an invitation for December some time. There’ll be a door prize.

Well, it’s now 1:30 and the affects of the caffeine seem to be wearing off. Another reason for it to be inopportune I guess. I’ll be back. Did you read that with an Arnie accent? I hope you did.

Love you all.

5:27 pm;
rawrd by Brie
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