Thursday, 29 March 2012

About my temporary tattoo Easter eggs

In the spirit of Easter and all, I decided to decorate eggs. I had already gotten food colouring to dye them in different colours the way I used to do in Sweden, but then I found a different idea on Pinterest... This tutorial suggests to print suitable pictures onto tattoo paper, but I just decided to order temporary tattoos off Amazon instead (since I own neither a printer nor tattoo paper.) So here's a picture tutorial of how to empty eggs (Steve told me that this is completely unheard of in the UK, I find it hard to believe but I added it to the tutorial anyway) and decorate them. 

You need eggs, a bowl for the content of the eggs, needles or pins, temporary tattoos originally meant to be used on children's arms but that look pretty and Easter-y, and a pair of scissors to cut the tattoos with.

Next step is to shake the egg. Technically, this is an optional step but if the yolk and white is scrambled inside the egg before you start blowing it out (yes, I said blowing) it'll be a lot easier to get out. Also, I'd rather have a mix of white and brown eggs like the tutorial I linked above uses but I couldn't find any white eggs anywhere and so I had to go au naturelle. Also, sincere apologies for my shabby nail polish!

Make a little hole at the bottom of the egg, and a larger hole at the top. The general rule is: the smaller the top-hole is, the prettier is your egg but also a lot more difficult to blow the contents out of. I found that making a hole with about 4mm diameter worked fine.

Place your mouth close to the bottom hole and blow. Warning; This is pretty soul-destroying and remember to take breathing-breaks because otherwise you could faint. (Imagine blowing up balloons and having that stubborn one that just won't inflate? Each egg is like blowing up ten of those balloons.) 

Once the egg is empty, wash it in cold water and dry it. Then follow the instructions of your tattoos. I'm not fully immersed in the tattoo world so I can't say if all have the same instructions, but mine required you to cut out the tattoos, place them on the egg and stroke the back of the tattoos with a damp cloth. Tip: The bigger your motives are the less smooth it will look on the egg (due to the egg being round y'all). So cut as close to the lines that you can (although the white won't show up on your eggs) and the more inward angles your tattoo has, the better. That allows you to place the different parts properly on the round surface. 

Wait for 20 seconds and then remove the tattoo sheets. Voila, an egg is decorated. Now repeat with the rest of your eggs. Once your done you can either tie strings in them and decorate your Easter tree (because you DO have an Easter tree, don't you?) or just keep them in a bowl. Either way, I'm very pleased. Time to relax and go paint those trampy nails.

With the internet and all

I had a conversation about the bridge between Sweden and Denmark (Oresundsbron) with an 80-year old priest a couple of weeks ago, and I asked him if he had visited any of the countries since he knew so much about the bridge. "No I haven't, now with the internet you don't have to go anywhere ever!" he replied.

I found it so cute.

Wednesday, 28 March 2012

Harsh words from your loved ones

Steve often says that I'm completely crazy. Lately I've been trying to embrace this description of me and reply with a "well you know me, I'm a little crazy" and add a "woop woop" or a similar crazy/cool feature. To this Steve now replies "I don't mean party-crazy. I mean mentally unstable crazy."

That's a bit harsh!

Tuesday, 27 March 2012

Beck - Odelay

I forgot to tell you about last week's album, so here it goes:

Beck - Odelay
Quite disappointed in this album, but as with last week's album, it's more about me than any fault in the album itself. Although I am a big fan of Beck and likes almost everything else that I've heard from him, this is just too different I guess. The album is almost a bit ravey, the kind that you decide to play at 3am at a random houseparty and then you all cheer. (A song typical of this is the famous Where It's At, which is on this album. Cool.) At the end of the day my favourites from this album are Jack-Ass and Ramshackle. And these are disturbingly in line with my general music taste; the sad songs. It's a decent album in many ways, but only if you're up for listening to beats. To add a second opinion, my brother didn't like it at all, but nevermind him if you're curious about Odelay.

This week's album is Cocteau Twins - Heaven or Las Vegas.

(In case anyone has missed out on the background of this, every week me and my brother listen to a carefully chosen album from the 90s - because we love the 90s alright - that we've been meaning to listen to for a longer time, that we've been recommended or that just seems interesting. I'm no expert in music at all and these "reviews" are just humble statements of my opinion. Plus it makes it more fun.)

Ten great reasons to smile

One - The weather is still amazing and it puts me in such a good mood.

Two - My freckles has decided to return with the sun and it makes me feel like my old self.

Three - Me and Steve took a walk in the sun and then we got giant tasty scoops of ice-cream in cones. (I had raspberry ripple and blueberry yogurt, Steve had different fruity sorbets.)

Four - This week's album is by Cocteau Twins and it is so good! Definitely an improvement from last week's album, which I have yet to write about here.

Five - Today is Tuesday, which means we don't have to cook because Tuesdays are take-away night.

Six - For my next lab report I came up with a subject that I am really pleased with; how university and the lifestyle that comes with it affects eating habits. Should yield some interesting results!

Seven - I cleaned our windows yesterday (hey, anything to be outside) and my landlord said I had done a great  job.

Eight - Friday is my last day in class before Easter holidays (and I'm off on Thursday). 

Nine - Steve is currently representing his course on an open-night for university (where secondary school students visit to see if the courses suit them) because he is top of his class and every time I think of it I feel so proud of him. 

Ten - I picked up a few bare branches and decorated with paper flowers to make our home nice for Easter as you can see on the pictures above. I know it's not quite the same as birch branches customary for Sweden, but I still like it. And the paper flowers were created courtesy of Martha Stewart. (Ok, so my arrangement is not quite as stylish, but whatever.)

Update: OK, so one reason to frown as well; the walk gave me blisters on my feet because clearly these feet weren't made for walking in any type of shoes, ever. Not even soft ballerina-shoes. Everything can't be perfect!

Monday, 26 March 2012

A post dedicated to our weather

Apologies for not updating a lot, it seems I'm in the middle of another burst of coursework that needs to be handed in very soon. In a week I have Easter holidays though!

On another note, the weather is unusually good in Belfast. In fact, I haven't seen a cloud in almost three days. That has to be some sort of record for this country. It's probably only slightly above fifteen degrees, but it feels like summer. People are wearing shorts and sunshades. (Hey, holiday outfits need to be used at least once a year, this could be all the summer we get.) Even more surprising is that the weather forecast predicts another two days of good weather. (Then it's back to twelve degrees.)

So to enjoy the weather as much as possible I've already taken a longer walk. Unfortunately I don't have a garden and I don't want to go to the park alone, so instead I'm sitting here in my flat, face pressed up against the window to soak up all the nice weather. Might do some window cleaning.

Tuesday, 20 March 2012

About Mockingjay (The Hunger Games)

A good night's sleep and some time spent not reading has allowed me to return to reality, rather than living in my little The Hunger Games bubble. Well, almost.

As I predicted, Mockingjay plays out in a bigger and grander story than the previous books and it suits it perfectly. Just like the second book, the first third of the story is not very exciting but I was almost expecting it by now so that was fine. I also read some more about the books last night and it turns out that the author Suzanne Collins was/is a playwright. This makes the fact that each book is divided into three parts a lot more understandable. As in a play, the first part of the book is merely an introduction to latter events. The book has plenty of action but in contrast to the previous two books, a lot of the tension happens without anything actually happening, if that makes sense. Overall, the strength in this book definitely lies in the emotions that it evokes. The characters have developed over the story and whether it's friendship, hatred or romance, it's very touching.

I feel like the writing style is slightly better than in the previous books as well. It's difficult to say whether the third book is better than the first, because they are very different to each other. The third book is played out under a heavy feeling of sorrow and fear, and is perhaps slightly more adult. Saying that, I miss some of the adrenaline-filled action scenes that were more common in the first book. In some ways the trilogy reminded me a lot of the Tomorrow series by John Marsden (one of my absolutely favourite young adult series ever) with it's fast pace, yet emotional moments. At the end of the day, it's the ending in Mockingjay that really makes it such a good book. Without giving it away, I can say that some may hate it, some may love it. The fact is that it's believable. And I'm thoroughly sad to not be reading the story of The Hunger Games anymore.

I've been neglecting a few important areas of my life (such as make-up or essay-writing) the last two days, and so I should get back to it as soon as possible. It's been a long time since books touched me this way.

Just letting you know...

Third book is finished. It's been more than an hour and I'm still too choked up to speak. Will have to be more detailed tomorrow when I can stop thinking of my fictional friends.

(Steve noted that he's happy that I put 'fictional' in front of 'friends'. He's got such a small amount of faith in me.)

Monday, 19 March 2012

About Catching Fire (The Hunger Games)

So I finished the second book about an hour ago. As with the first one, once I had started reading I just couldn't let go of it, and now I'm hastily writing this post so that I can allow myself to buy the third book from Amazon. (In case anyone wonders, I read these books on the Kindle app on my iPod Touch - one of the best device+app combinations ever.)

The shame about the second book in trilogies is that they so often feel like nothing but bridges in between the first and the third book. And for anyone about to start the second book - yes, unfortunately the first third of the book is unbelievably boring. Far too many teenage squabbles and not enough things actually happening. But after that first third it picks up and starts to resemble the first book in many ways. Lots of things going on, quick changes and turns in the storyline. (Although it has to be said, it's never quite as nailbiting or sad as the first book.) In many ways it feels a little bit like you're filled with a numb resolution, much like the main character in the story.

It is difficult to write about Catching Fire without giving anything away from the story in this, or the previous book. It is not as good as the first book, possibly because of the feeling that this is just a bridge. The ending in this book is very promising though and leads to the feeling of something much grander happening in the third book, which contrasts with the ending in the first book which I found quite disappointing. As before, the writing style is the same as in the first book but perhaps harder to ignore because of the slow pace in comparison. Before finishing this post I think it's important to point out that I might be wrong in my judgement of the story. A book should start a little slow and then build up, which this book does, but I finished the first book and started on the second right away, with my adrenaline still pumping from the previous events. In other words, for this book to be rightly appreciated, a pause between the first and the second book might be required.

Off to read the third book!

About The Hunger Games

Yesterday at Steve's parents' house I was browsing HelloGiggles and stumbled upon yet another post about how The Hunger Games is coming out in cinema very soon. The Hunger Games keeps showing up everywhere these days and so I had to look it up. I immediately liked the concept (although strikingly similar to Battle Royale). The one thing that annoyed me was that the novel has been out for years without me being aware of it, and so I decided to buy it and at least make a start to the novel before I go and see the movie.

I finished the book shortly after midnight.

The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins is set in the future in the country of Panem, which lies where North America once was. It is not clear exactly what happened to our world but it was obviously not good things. The country is split into the Capitol (where everyone lives extravagant lives) and twelve districts, one poorer than the other. To remind the districts of the control that the Capitol have over them, every year one girl and one boy between 12 and 18 from each district is chosen to compete against each other in the Hunger Games. They are thrown out in an arena and for weeks the fight for their lives. The winner is the last survivor.

There are several flaws with the first book (it's a trilogy) and I could nag about them all, but they all sort of diminish when I realise that I spent most of my Sunday evening reading it as soon as I had a chance, because I could not stop. The story is so action-packed (and oh yes, there is a few twists) and I found myself gasping out loud for particularly tense moments. I can see how this can be translated well into a movie. There is also several emotional moments where I couldn't help but cry a little, as well as romance. The romantic plot is a little bit unoriginal but bearable, however it stands no chance to the friendly relationships that are portrayed in the book. These are the ones that really keep your heart in a tight grip throughout the reading.

There is nothing obviously wrong with the way that the book is written other than that it feels like it could do with a richer language at times. At times it becomes too obvious that it's really a book for teens that you're reading, but I'm willing to let that pass. After all, the narrator of the book is supposed to be a 16-year old girl and I'm not the one to expect a 16-year old to sound like Dostoyevsky in her head. And to be honest, most of the times I couldn't give a damn about the language because I was so excited to see where the story was heading. Saying that, the action was slightly unevenly packed at times, slowly building, peaking at some point in the middle, slowly falling and then peaking towards the end again.

All in all, this is a really good, gruesome story. I have convinced Steve to go and watch it when it comes out in cinema, and until then... Well, I'm almost halfway into the second book.

Sunday, 18 March 2012

About this week's album

Only came home from the countryside about an hour ago and haven't quite recovered from yesterday yet. So I'm leaving you with this:

Nas - Illmatic
This week's album. Apparently this is one of the greatest rap albums of all time, however, I didn't get it. Maybe it's because I'm not too fussed on rap in general (for me to appreciate rap it has to be Beastie Boys or something similar) and it could be because I haven't listened to enough rap. I just don't have the ear to appreciate good rap lyrics or "bitchin' beats". In my opinion the best songs were Memory Lane and The World Is Yours. Overall, not an album for me (too hardcore) but people who love rap say it's "best rap album in history" (Steve). My brother also listened to it during the week and thoroughly enjoyed it.

Next week's album is Beck - Odelay.

Saturday, 17 March 2012

Happy St. Patrick's Day

Forgot to say... Happy St. Patrick's Day!

(To make a long story short, no, it was not last Thursday despite me saying so, somehow I had gotten it into my head that it was the 15th March instead of 17th March and I spent the entire day blissfully unaware of my ignorance. Well, until I accidentally wished Steve a happy St. Patrick's Day and he laughed for about an hour. Today is the real St. Patrick's Day.)

Project cookies

Yesterday I spent most of the day at my hairdresser's in city centre (it takes like three hours to get my hair done) and while I was there I went into Paperchase to get birthday cards as well as a few small bits and bobs for Steve's niece as her 9th birthday is coming up. And I couldn't help myself, I had to have this little notepad. (There is absolutely no reason for buying this other than that it's so very very cute.)

The papers are dotty inside!

I also started weekend project 2: the American cookies. Recipe found from here. The batch gives 15 cookies, I made half a batch yesterday and saved the other half of the dough to make a batch today (to give to Steve's sister as a 'sorry for not buying you a real gift'-gift. They turned out really good! Proper American-style cookies. I'm so pleased considering that this is the first time I've ever done cookies and that I'm generally a catastrophe in the kitchen. The first seven that I made disappeared within an evening. Next step is to buy raspberries and try a version of white chocolate and raspberry cookies. 

Tonight I'm going down to the countryside and then we're going out to celebrate two of our friends' birthdays. 

Friday, 16 March 2012

Project Vest: part I

So I started on my vest-project (although I'm only halfway there). And so far it looks good, so I thought I'd post exactly what I've done so far. Now remember, this is not a guide for people who likes to sew and remaking their clothes, it's far too basic. It's more a look-everyone-who-knows-me-I-think-I-might've-managed-making-something-useful! (And for anyone who has ideas on how to improve my skills, please do so. But nicely, please.)

So, step 1 is to find an old piece of clothing that you no longer like.

Step 2, cut off the arms and turn the shirt inside out. Start pinning the left-over piece of sleeve on the shoulder part.

Step 3, if you want your shirt to be shortened, fold the bottom half up and pin it wherever you want it to be. (Note, this steps takes ages for impatient people and nearly caused me to quit on the whole project, it's difficult to make the vest the same length along the entire bottom.)

Step 4, admire your work so far. Looks pretty good?

Step 5, try it on and try to look nonchalant about it, despite the pin needles sticking into your shoulders. (That's why it's only half-on, there's only so much pain you can take.) Also, hello there dark roots. Happy to inform you that they're gone after today's hairdresser visit.

Thursday, 15 March 2012

About weekend projects

And so the long weekend is here! For anyone who's not from here, today is St. Patrick's Day which means that most students are going out to get ferociously intoxicated whilst wearing green clothes. Unfortunately I am not one of them, I'm still not allowed to drink and most people I know are leaving Belfast to commence the celebrations. This also means that (at least my) schools think ahead and scheduled their Reading Day for tomorrow. Clever, eh? (Last year I turned up for class the day after St. Patrick's Day and we were a grand total of 15 out of more than 150 students there.) Monday, happens to be a bank holiday. In other words, long weekend!

So for a long weekend like this I decided that it would be a good idea to schedule a few weekend projects. The first weekend project is to find glass bottle dispensers so that I can make coffee syrup for my boyfriend's sister's birthday that I mentioned here. The search for glass bottle dispensers shall commence tomorrow in the city centre of Belfast before I get my hair cut. I might start with the actual syrup-making tonight though, because I imagine a tasting session is required before I dare giving it away as a gift.

The second weekend project is to make my first batch of cookies. I love American cookies, but I have never tried baking them because.. Well, I am not exactly a natural gift in the kitchen. I have managed to completely ruin the easiest of meals. After reading Mary's post on her miracle cookies (go read this blog, she's just so lovely) I have decided to face my fears... And we'll see how that goes. The ingredients are being bought tonight and if my first batch taste as nice as I hope it will, I might make a second batch and bring as birthday cookies for two of our friends who we are celebrating on Saturday.

The third (and final) weekend project is a sewing project that I am quite apprehensive about. Like with baking, my creative side is very limited within this area and does not include making my own clothes. (Unless it's a scarf. I've knitted a scarf.) Throughout the years I have gathered lots of pieces of clothing that I love for a few months but that become boring and eventually discarded to the I-only-wear-this-on-laundry-days-pile. This includes a denim shirt that was bought for very little money and now it's really... bland. But I've seen lots of denim vests that look really cute and instead of buying one I thought I'd be more crafty. So I'm turning a denim shirt into a denim vest. The plan is to plan, and cut, and prepare the denim shirt over the next few days, and then on Sunday I'll borrow Steve's mom's sewing machine while I'm there anyway. Sounds good? Possibly. Sounds unbelievably alike most of my failed sewing plans? Indeed.

If nothing else, I might have accumulated a couple of disaster-stories on Monday.

Tuesday, 13 March 2012

About getting stuck in the mailbox

To understand this story, you may need some background information, especially if you're not from here. So our mailbox is the kind that can be opened with a key. This is to make sure that no one steals our mail (not entirely sure of why anyone would want to steal it, but I guess it makes sense if you get valuable stuff sent to you - we don't). The key itself is tiny and we don't keep it on a key chain because... Well, because we just like living on the edge. And sometimes living on the edge has grave consequences.

So about a week ago we realised that we couldn't find our tiny mailbox key and this obviously means that we have to phone our landlord. Unfortunately we are both scared of him and worried that he is going to demand a fee for losing the key (likely) or yell at us (less likely, but horrifying). So we got the brilliant idea that we'd postpone phoning him and instead poke the mail out with our bare hands.

Picture this. Our mailbox is on a heavily trafficked street. It's even on a small plateau, so everyone can see it. Now picture that I am standing there... with my hand stuck in the mailbox. Stuck. In the. Mailbox. I was originally very careful to not stick it in too far but because of raging peer pressure (Steve kept going 'if you can get it in, you can get it out') I took it one step further, and then it happened. Stuck. You can imagine the panic I experienced. As the over-emotional person I am, my eyes nearly teared up. It's very distressing to fear that you might have to wait for someone to cut your hand out. Luckily after a few minutes of painful twisting I got it out again, with a big red mark on my hand to show for it.

Then we got our next brilliant idea. Kitchen tongs. This worked fairly well (no hands stuck), we could get most of the bigger pieces of mail, and we even got into the routine of doing it in the evening when it was dark so that people wouldn't stare at us as we seemingly broke into someone's mailbox. (Routine - that's right, we've done this more than twice.) We did so tonight as well, and got a couple of letters out. Then someone's nervously slippy hands dropped the kitchen tongs. They are now at the bottom of our mailbox.

So not only do we have to phone our landlord, we now also have to explain to him why there's a pair of kitchen tongs in our mailbox once he helps us to open it. I can't recommend living on the edge.

Image found at this blog, but originally from Posten.

Monday, 12 March 2012

About psychology as a science

A little holiday from blogging. Not that it's been a holiday for me, I've just had a very busy weekend and it ended today with finishing my last coursework assignment before Easter. I still have work to do, but they are personal deadlines for my group project, rather than a clock ticking on our "assignment submission" page at the school website.

So now I'm going to relax for another hour or so, do a little bit of work and then enjoy watching Homeland with Steve. It's like 24, but with a female (slightly crazy) Jack Bauer. Speaking of TV, we finally finished watching Terra Nova a few days ago. We watched almost an entire season and then forgot the last two episodes on our TiVo box. It's a decent show if you like sci-fi (or dinosaurs), although it's obviously very alike most of the stuff that Spielberg does. If you want original characters, don't come here.

I was also sent an interesting link by Steve's brother-in-law about the dangers of pinning pictures on Pinterest. Apparently, in the Pinterest contract it says that everything that I upload is a property of Pinterest to do what they want with. This is slightly frightening and reminds me a lot about the big "Facebook owns my pictures"-scandal a few years ago. Then again, to me it feels like this is the danger with every social networking site.

I was pondering on a subject (an inner argument, between myself and myself) earlier today regarding psychology as a science, because I just had a lecture on qualitative methods in psychology. Ever since I started psychology the importance of rigorous testing, on finding scientific laws or law-like relationships, and how statistics prove the "truth" in the world. And today in my lecture I was told that this is all well and good for a science such as physics, but this is not the way that psychology works. People do not behave according to laws. Everything that we do is subjective. To me this is very difficult to grasp, and perhaps above all, I do not want to grasp it. It may surprise you (or not) to hear that I have several times been told that psychology is very "wishy-washy" and that it's too abstract. These times I've enjoyed laying out the very foundations of any experiments that I do, and how I actually prove things. You know, like Einstein and those guys. (My homies.) So to hear that I really need to take a step back from looking at numbers makes me feel like learning how to walk all over again.

That may have been the most boring paragraph in history for many of you, but it was just a small piece of a much bigger reflection that has been going on in my head today. For anyone who wishes to hear about more trivial matters - I have lots of buns that Steve's mom gave us last night and I'm certain that they need my attention.

Friday, 9 March 2012

Mobile blogging

This is my first blog post "on the go", aka not from my laptop. This really just means that it's from my bed. I know that it's quite late but around midnight I got the notion that I wanted to see Pocahontas, and once I get an idea in my head...

I had forgotten how good that movie is, and it's so sad! Cried too much for my own good. Anyway, my essay is done and once I get to the library tomorrow, I can start on a new project. Unfortunately something very sad happened to people that I care deeply about and so I don't know at all what my weekend will look like.

I also ordered washi tape from Amazon today. Now all I need is to print out my favourite photos...

Wednesday, 7 March 2012

About gifts

Just finished the essay that I've been working on the last few days. Well, it's almost finished. Tomorrow I'll need to make it slightly more tidy as well as cut out 200 words. And then I need to start on the next project, which is my lab report (which I'm dreading)!

Now that I have one or two hours of free time before going to bed I almost feel a little bit lost. What am I supposed to do now?

Speaking of something entirely different, I recently bought vanilla extract and caramel syrup. (Actually, it's toffee syrup, it was all I could find.) I am planning to make coffee syrup for Steve's sister for her birthday next week. Gotta love homemade gifts. Cheap and impossible to dislike. The recipe was found at one of my favourite blogs, A Beautiful Mess. Please do visit them.

Tuesday, 6 March 2012

About nothing in special

A few more weeks of studying, then I'll have time for this blog. The tablets that I'm currently taking make me very sleepy which is making writing my current essay even more frustrating than it already is. Other than that they're just a normal proton pump inhibitor and they don't give me any of the common side-effects, so I guess I'm quite lucky. And they do the trick! (Sleepiness is nothing that can't be helped by a sneaky nap in the afternoon after class). Once I'm finished with this essay I need to go straight on to doing a lab report and after that I need to work on my group project, so there's not much fun happening these days. I took a two hour break from studying to meet up with my friend for coffee, which was nice. And then I had Tuesday Chinese take-away with Steve. All in all a good day but now it's time to get back to the books.

Monday, 5 March 2012

About Belfast

Belfast in the springtime smells like sunshine and rain.

Sunday, 4 March 2012

About the Belmont and birthday parties

A bit of a break for the sake of my weekend. Last night I went to a club called Belmont - don't ask me why it has such a fancy name. I think it used to be a hotel. Nowadays it's a big club that specializes in music from 2007 and people who drink too much. These people also look incredibly young - we saw at least four boys and girls getting their IDs checked and the next thing they know they're being thrown out. Good things about the Belmont is that about half of the songs are good or at least decent to dance to, it's big and it has a giant smoking area (for losers like me who's always dragged out to keep a smoker company) with seats and roof for rainy nights. Speaking of seats, there are seats everywhere which is great for feet tortured by high heels. Bad things about the Belmont (that is what we call it, The Belmont) is that half of the songs are atrocious and there is no way of dancing to them, the queues for the bar are long and everyone looks like they're about 16 and even if they are the right age they don't act like it. In other words, the girls' bathrooms are of the hygienic standard of an alleyway.

Despite the several drawbacks of this club, I generally have a good time and last night was no exception. As with most places, if you're in a good company you can be everywhere. I couldn't drink because of my stomach pains but I got high on sweetener from my diet cokes and enjoyed waking up this morning feeling fresh as a daisy. I met a friend of mine to help her with a project for university (I had to write a paragraph about how I learnt English and then she recorded me talking) and then we went to Starbucks for coffee and a chat. I like the sandwiches, the cookies and the scones that Starbucks has but I loathe their lattes. How is it possible for a big chain like that to make a latte that taste like nothing? Every time I go there I am severely disappointed. I'm well aware that a latte does consist mainly of milk but somehow every other place manage to get around that fact and still make a decent drink...

After that me and Steve went to his sister's house to celebrate one of my favourite nephews (well, okay then, Steve's nephews) who is turning three tomorrow. This is my favourite part of the blogpost; describing the food we had. There was chicken goujons, bacon and cheese swirls, sausages and sausage rolls, homemade chili bread, two types of hummus, more homemade bread, sandwiches with chicken and three types of cheese and coleslaw and ham and lots of other stuff, a pirate cake, key lime pie, caramel squares, and those are only the things that I personally had (excluding all the snacks we had beforehand, like pretzels and parsnip crisps). Me and Steve got the birthday boy a big book about dinosaurs that I found on Amazon and the Monsters Inc. DVD. I don't mean to pat myself on the back but they proved to be brilliant birthday gifts.

And now I'm home in my couch, filled up on excitement and party food and in general very satisfied with my life. Here's creepy pictures of me wearing my new lipstick.

Friday, 2 March 2012

About Etsy-purchase

I've totally forgotten to show my latest purchase for our flat. Etsy draws me in and always manages to find a whole bunch of stuff that I love. And in my heart I have a weakness for art, famous as well as unknown. I just genuinely enjoy having things that I know that someone else put a lot of work behind. And preferably that is not too expensive. So here's our new world map from ArtPause on Etsy:

How lovely is this? (It's actually fairly large, bigger than an A2 according to the description.) Less than £15. Bargain.

Also I'm getting a prescription from my doctor's for my stomach pain. So thankfully I should be a little better in a few days. 

Pinning home decor ii

So I know that I really shouldn't be awake right now (and if I am, I should be studying) but I've been watching Homeland (which seems excellent) and I've also been doing some pinning... So here's a little update, the last few things I've been pinning within the category home decor... Can you see a pattern?

Everything is from my category "my dream-home." on Pinterest, where you can find further sources.

Thursday, 1 March 2012

Trying out Photoscape

A day off is never a bad thing. Unfortunately I haven't spent it as wisely as I would have liked to. Although I focused on my books for a few hours, I then got stuck in Photoscape. It's a nice little free video editing software, although obviously not as good as Photoshop (which, on the other hand, costs a minor fortune). I'm wearing my dress from Topshop (yes, two days in a row, I'm filthy like that) and decided to see how good this software is at enhancing ridiculously bad originals. The answer is; it's not bad at all. A grainy photo is a grainy photo, no matter what you do to it but at least you can change the brightness and contrasts.

Behold my new dress (and my bum), pancakes with syrup that I made last week and our homemade KFC-inspired chicken that was made as a Saturday treat. On another note; black plates really don't do themselves any favours on pictures. Please buy me white plates?