Study woes

I wish I paid attention in grade 5 long division. Are you smarter than a fifth grader? Well in this instance, no! Maths is not my area of strength. I wish I saw numbers as a language, then I could happily mingle with thee. Perhaps I should take numbers out, wine and dine, a little getting to know you exercise?

Ugh. Here I am procrastinating again. Has the novelty of study already begun to fade?

Wise words.

Never complain; never explain.

- Kate Moss


I wish I could be this kind of person.

Inside out should be outside in.

My problem is that I over-vocalise. Everything.

I've previously stated that my thoughts are too loud and I am concerned others can hear them? Perhaps I should be worrying about what's actually coming out of my mouth for starters and work back from there.

Little miss chatty serves only to dig her own grave.

Oops.

You're about to reverse out of the garage. What's your checklist? Surely one of the questions you ask yourself is "are all the doors closed?"

If it was my car, I would still be rolling around on the ground in fits of laughter. This is not my car. This is my sister's car. I don't have a car. Inconvenient to say the least?



FML. Need that second job quick-sticks!

Martha Stewart Moment?

I'm not sure if I've posted before about my lack of cooking expertise that is sometimes smashed aside by an over-zealous enthusiasm as I attempt to whip up a little something-something? Usually to prove something-something? Well last night I had one of these moments. Girl can't even boil an egg (I seriously don't know how!), so what possessed her to believe she could fold eggwhites quickly with a light hand and make a mean macaroon? What's next, Croquembouche? Doubt it.

Here is some photographic evidence of yours truly attempting to make macaroons on a humid Queensland night:







Who doesn't like to cook in their pyjamas? I get super-stressed in the kitchen (most probably due to my insecurity about my lack of ability) so I figured comfort to be paramount! At this stage I'd already deduced that the blobs were too big and we weren't going to achieve anything near perfection. Shrug.







Cooling the shells. Flat and footless. Not beating myself up.







Finished product, yum! Best thing about macaroons? Even if they don't look the part - they still taste legit. Accounting for all factors, I think I did okay when you keep in mind - girl can't even boil an egg!

Dangling feet from window frame, will I ever reach the floor?

And what I thought was solid ground has turned out to be shaky. I pray I can navigate this slippery sheet of ice, have faith that the thinning surface won't crack and plunge me into hypothermic depths below.

Title lyrics taken from Fever Ray - If I Had A Heart

Suck it up, princess.

I have decided to get a second job. My problem is that I value my time. A lot. Above all else. This has to change. Yes it is about balance but girl is going nowhere fast at the moment. So bar work, here I come!

Late to the party?

I've just realised the significance of the date of the September 11 attacks. 911. Creepy.

What the Donna Hay cook book won't tell you

The secret ingredient to happiness is gratitude. Ensure that your pantry is always well stocked so you won't get caught short. Available anywhere you can find a smile.

Reflection, not retrograde

Being seated facing the wrong direction on the train has always been something I simply cannot stand, however today it is okay. I am not looking back, I am reflecting upon the succession of wonderful moments that have forged my path to this very minute. It's a beautiful ride.

Karma

Stop worrying about everyone else's and mind your own. Pay it forward. You will find that when you conduct yourself from a place of patience and kindness, the universe with treat you accordingly.