This week's FailVlog.
I really need to start making notes of interesting shit to ramble about. Grrr i shouldn't have given work and Uni people my channel addy, since now I feel constrained to AVOID talking about depression and fucked-up eating on it!
GOOD NEWS:
SCALE WAS DOWNDOWNDOWNDOWN!!! :D I'm back under 60kg! Yippee! 59.7kg, I now feel like I can wear my size8 Freeshop Smexy pants without looking like a fucking retard.
Ok, classtime now. Bubi!
~Peri
Thursday, 31 March 2011
Wednesday, 30 March 2011
Your Promised Reward Is Merely A Fictitious Motivator (The Cake Is A Lie)
Obviously, I failed that particular class.
Today was a bad day. A very bad day.
The wave of sleepless hyperactivity and nonstop brain noise crested and is preparing for the plunge down.
It may have started moving down a while ago, and I just never noticed.
It has been stupidly easy to avoid eating. I just can't be bothered. Food does not appeal. This is very strange for me.
Last night at The Tavern for my brother's birthday I literally just stabbed my finger at the chicken section and said "I'll have. . . That one, please". It all sounded as appetizing as woodchips with flour paste garnish.
There is absolutely no desire to interact with anyone. Leaving the house leaves me terrified and shaking. I made it to Knitting Squad, only because I had to show Belinda how to get there. I went to the gym coz I figured it would help me sleep. Lol, nope!
I made it 3/4 of the way through the cardio segment when some (obviously new) guy hopped on a bike in front of me. I was treated to 2 inches of hairy, flabby white asscrack before I bolted in search of dettol and s steel brush to clean my eyes with D':
I've confirmed with a friend who did PostGrad Japanese at Otago that the lecturer for my Literature and Film papers is actually a useless cunt, and I'm not imagining things. He hasn't put any of the lecture slides up on Blackboard for 3 fucking weeks. This is triggering my depression, since I can't find out what we covered when I missed class OR flesh out the notes I took when I managed to convince myself to go.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Impotent rage at useless cockbags does NOT help the situation in my head!
I honestly don't know why I keep fighting this shit any more. I think I'm just too fucking stubborn to give up and go to the knife block or blow my paycheck on a fuckton of paracetamol and a bottle of Vodka.
It may also be that last night my niece kidnapped my at the Warehouse and hauled me around the garden, kitchen, car care, outdoors, books, shoes, storage, crafts and party gear departments. Not ONCE did she go near the toys and everything she liked she said she'd buy "Next week". My pinkie may never recover from the incessant tugging, she nearly pulled my whole bloody arm off! I also spent the night trying to teach her to say "Buttocks" instead of "Bottom".
It may be that my life's mission is to light a metaphorical fire under Starrs' ass and to irreparably corrupt my niece's vocabulary and I won't fucking give up until I've WON, dammit!
I'm just attempting to distract myself from feeling like a worthless waste of oxygen. It's working. Gonna go knit more blanket now. I luffles Metallica!
~Peri
Animated Lust
I fucking love Luka.
I'd put up with her irrational bullshit for all eternity.
Fuck sleep. I have music and stuff to occupy my hands.
Get off your ass and put the last 2 weeks of slides up on BB for me to copy, Starrs. Some of us can only function properly at night.
~Peri
I'd put up with her irrational bullshit for all eternity.
Fuck sleep. I have music and stuff to occupy my hands.
Get off your ass and put the last 2 weeks of slides up on BB for me to copy, Starrs. Some of us can only function properly at night.
~Peri
Monday, 28 March 2011
Gonna Have To Dance With The Dead
Isn't that what we're all doing, in some way or another?
They really need a Self-Made Man one. He'd probably be putting himself together from a REALLY fucking complicated robotics kit.
OMG OMG ZOMFG there has been some DRAMA at Noms'R'Us, resulting in Tweedle Rum leaving. I can't say I'm not entirely gleeful that I don't have to put up with her shit and inability to do her job anymore.
Turns out she'd rung in "sick" saying she'd broken her finger and the Doctor said she wasn't to work for a few days. She failed to bring in a medical certificate, taped two fingers together with packing tape and came in drunk. *Facepalm*
One useless person down, 3 to go.
Lol, Jaq has the BIGGEST crush on Aphrodite. She is gutted that Aphrodite is apparently (According to Jaq) utterly heterosexual. I don't know whether or not to trust Jaq on this, but I don't give a fuck so long as Aphrodite continues talking to me.
SPEAKING of Jaq, she has lost 22kg in the last few months, and has about half my bodyweight to go before she is near a healthy BMI. It's showing in her body, she is looking less wide and her ass is definitely smaller. (Thank god her boobs don't seem to have shrunk!)
Hearing the actual number was intensely fucking triggering. When she told me last night I was shocked, amazed and envious. I'm struggling so hard to get back to where I was when I moved in here, and I know that losing 22kg would kill me.
So, since I couldn't physically beat her weightloss, I wanted to binge my tits off.
Thankfully I still had 4 hours to go and the cabinet was fucking EMPTY with none of the specials bulked. Tweedle Rum somehow managed to do even less than usual, it being her last day and all. By the time I clocked out all I could think of was getting OUT of fluorescent-lit hell and HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOME!
Didn't binge, but forgot to set my alarm. Missed all my classes today coz I'm completely out of it.
Oops.
Whatever, I still achieved shit. The dishes are done and Lou's hat is FINISHED and sitting in the box waiting for PayDay to fly up north over the Equator and back in time across timezones to make her head into a wooly easter-egg for Zombies to chew on. Coz 2011 is a huge old pile of SHIT so far, and at this rate we'll be knee-deep in the walking dead by Christmas.
It's my OTHER little brother's birthday tomorrow. (The youngest one is born on March 19, the older of them on the 29th of March) This means a MASSIVE pub meal at the Mornington, and I'm ADDICTED to their stupidly big Nacho platters. Meh, I'll get up early and head to the gym. I've not changed habits AT ALL infront of my family, but I'm incredibly glad Mum quit her job at the bakery. No more huge-ass cakes! :D
Fuck, I'm just rambling now. The lecturer needs to get the last 2 weeks of his slides up so i can fill in the gaps in my notes and get off Blogger!
~Peri
Friday, 25 March 2011
Versatile. . .
I have been graced with this:
Ver·sa·tile
Adjective.
1. Capable of doing many things competently.
2. Having varied uses or serving many functions.
3. Variable or inconstant; changeable.
4. Biology Capable of moving freely in all directions, as the antenna of an insect, the toe of an owl, or the loosely attached another of a flower.
I guess it means that I can do a bunch of different shit. Sweet! So, there are rules:
1. Thank the person who loved you enough to bestow this gift
2. Share seven things about yourself.
3. Bestow this honor onto 10 newly discovered or followed bloggers– in no particular order– who are fantastic in some way.
4. Drop by and let your ten new friends know you admire them.
1) Ok, a full handful of totally amazing and utterly crazy people nominated me for this:
Cinnamon, Danae, Lou, Miche and Posie.
*Is floored* I love you all, you crazy wonderful people!
2.1) Every single time I even think I hear the Ice Cream man's truck playing "Home on the Range" my ears perk up and I start twitching and dribbling. Pavlov would be proud.
2.2) I took part in a High School protest about something or other where we bolted off school grounds and across the rugby field. I went back to school coz I couldn't be arsed walking 2 hours home and didn't have enough money for the bus.
2.3) I still have all my lego.
2.4) As a small child I sucked my thumb. I gave up through sheer willpower at the age of 6 when Mum promised me a dinner out at the new Pizza Hut that had the all-you-can-eat dessert bar. being 6, this was the equivalent of gustatory Nirvana. Sadly, my eyes were much bigger than my stomach and I couldn't finish my first bowl of ice cream, jelly and toppings.
2.5) The first time I was allowed to chose my own outfit for the day, I proudly colour co-ordinated my fluro green and black striped Tshirt with my fluro green and black spotted skirt. I couldn't understand WHY this annoyed Mum until I developed an understand of patterns at age 17.
2.6) I wear size 8 shoes.
2.7) I'm allergic to mushrooms; they make me vomit and feel like shit until they've processed out of my system. Needless to say I have to take my own food to vegan/vegetarian catered events and be very careful about whats on offer.
3)
Hoooooooooooooo. 10 people. I don't care if they've already gotten it, or given it to me. I'm picking the first 10 awesome Blogger Mofos to pop into my head, in no particular order. So.
FilthyMess (You may recognize her, or not)
Lou
Miche
Heather
Amaris Starshine
Liz
Salix
Wren
SarahLynn
Zette
Special unofficial Indigo-coloured Shoutout to Cinnamon, for putting a name to mu colour addiction in her own acceptance speech :p
Ok, thats it for the award stuff ^.^
As you can tell by 2.7, I'm having a little rage at the tosspots running Mini Circ this year. So for various reason, I will not be in attendance this year. They're not doing day passes for the event this year, and I categorically REFUSE to shell out $75 for accommodation I won't be using (Have to come back into town to feed Dral, there is nobody I trust enough to give my house key to who will be in Dunedin) and food I can't eat. (Every year I bring my own food AND bug the hell out of the cooks so there is one thing at each meal I can eat. Gotta have SOME fuel for the activities or Peri gets homicidal)
Add to that the last two events have been utter NIGHTMARES from the point of view of a mentally unstable person with no immediate support group trying to keep it together and get some sleep with drunken, drugged fucktards yahooing around the sleeping areas at 1,2,3,4,7am. (I threatened bloody violence, but then someone broke his arm since he thought he fly, so they all went to hospital. Happy ending!)
I'm a horrible bitch, and I'm at peace with that.
Time to go tell some damn fine bitches they've got a little surprise. Bubi!
~Peri
Ver·sa·tile
Adjective.
1. Capable of doing many things competently.
2. Having varied uses or serving many functions.
3. Variable or inconstant; changeable.
4. Biology Capable of moving freely in all directions, as the antenna of an insect, the toe of an owl, or the loosely attached another of a flower.
I guess it means that I can do a bunch of different shit. Sweet! So, there are rules:
1. Thank the person who loved you enough to bestow this gift
2. Share seven things about yourself.
3. Bestow this honor onto 10 newly discovered or followed bloggers– in no particular order– who are fantastic in some way.
4. Drop by and let your ten new friends know you admire them.
1) Ok, a full handful of totally amazing and utterly crazy people nominated me for this:
Cinnamon, Danae, Lou, Miche and Posie.
*Is floored* I love you all, you crazy wonderful people!
2.1) Every single time I even think I hear the Ice Cream man's truck playing "Home on the Range" my ears perk up and I start twitching and dribbling. Pavlov would be proud.
2.2) I took part in a High School protest about something or other where we bolted off school grounds and across the rugby field. I went back to school coz I couldn't be arsed walking 2 hours home and didn't have enough money for the bus.
2.3) I still have all my lego.
2.4) As a small child I sucked my thumb. I gave up through sheer willpower at the age of 6 when Mum promised me a dinner out at the new Pizza Hut that had the all-you-can-eat dessert bar. being 6, this was the equivalent of gustatory Nirvana. Sadly, my eyes were much bigger than my stomach and I couldn't finish my first bowl of ice cream, jelly and toppings.
2.5) The first time I was allowed to chose my own outfit for the day, I proudly colour co-ordinated my fluro green and black striped Tshirt with my fluro green and black spotted skirt. I couldn't understand WHY this annoyed Mum until I developed an understand of patterns at age 17.
2.6) I wear size 8 shoes.
2.7) I'm allergic to mushrooms; they make me vomit and feel like shit until they've processed out of my system. Needless to say I have to take my own food to vegan/vegetarian catered events and be very careful about whats on offer.
3)
Hoooooooooooooo. 10 people. I don't care if they've already gotten it, or given it to me. I'm picking the first 10 awesome Blogger Mofos to pop into my head, in no particular order. So.
FilthyMess (You may recognize her, or not)
Lou
Miche
Heather
Amaris Starshine
Liz
Salix
Wren
SarahLynn
Zette
Special unofficial Indigo-coloured Shoutout to Cinnamon, for putting a name to mu colour addiction in her own acceptance speech :p
Ok, thats it for the award stuff ^.^
As you can tell by 2.7, I'm having a little rage at the tosspots running Mini Circ this year. So for various reason, I will not be in attendance this year. They're not doing day passes for the event this year, and I categorically REFUSE to shell out $75 for accommodation I won't be using (Have to come back into town to feed Dral, there is nobody I trust enough to give my house key to who will be in Dunedin) and food I can't eat. (Every year I bring my own food AND bug the hell out of the cooks so there is one thing at each meal I can eat. Gotta have SOME fuel for the activities or Peri gets homicidal)
Add to that the last two events have been utter NIGHTMARES from the point of view of a mentally unstable person with no immediate support group trying to keep it together and get some sleep with drunken, drugged fucktards yahooing around the sleeping areas at 1,2,3,4,7am. (I threatened bloody violence, but then someone broke his arm since he thought he fly, so they all went to hospital. Happy ending!)
I'm a horrible bitch, and I'm at peace with that.
Time to go tell some damn fine bitches they've got a little surprise. Bubi!
~Peri
Thursday, 24 March 2011
Giftbox Cabaret
Heres hoping I can manage to make a weekly Vlog or something. Or not.
Gratuitous knitting Thinspo:
~Peri
Tuesday, 22 March 2011
Rapid Topic Changes, Minimal Segueing
An excerpt from my last lecture on Tanizaki:
"Tanizaki wrote that the function of Japanese literature always “has been to make the reader forget the pain and harshness of everyday life”"
I completely agree. I spent my childhood and teenage years immersed in Science Fiction and fantasy novels to escape.
Sure, it left me socially maladjusted. Who gives a fuck?
Laid in bed for HOURS until I finally passed out. Got up at 1230 with a killer headache and every woman's least favourite Aunt deciding to visit.
I decided that I really can't keep living like this. Unable to sleep for days until I hallucinate and pass out to really vivid, fucked-up dreams.
Last night I had a dream that I helped a stupidly tall alien escape from torture, who ended up trying to make out with me. Tonight at the gym there is a stupidly tall and damn HAWT guy flirting with me at the gym. WTF??
Going to bury myself in journal articles on insomnia, sleep and start exercising for at least 30mins every day to wear myself out. The PTs scaling down my program for this STUPID knee may be part of the cause.
Is lack of exercise a cause or a symptom?
Probably a bit of both.
Ok, here are my "Every Time They Touch" lyrics. Cascada for my things. . .
"Every time they touch, I hate the feeling!
Every time they kiss, I swear I could die!
This leg fat oh, I just want it to go!
Want it out my life. . ."
Time for peppermint tea and a club to the head.
~Peri
"Tanizaki wrote that the function of Japanese literature always “has been to make the reader forget the pain and harshness of everyday life”"
I completely agree. I spent my childhood and teenage years immersed in Science Fiction and fantasy novels to escape.
Sure, it left me socially maladjusted. Who gives a fuck?
Laid in bed for HOURS until I finally passed out. Got up at 1230 with a killer headache and every woman's least favourite Aunt deciding to visit.
I decided that I really can't keep living like this. Unable to sleep for days until I hallucinate and pass out to really vivid, fucked-up dreams.
Last night I had a dream that I helped a stupidly tall alien escape from torture, who ended up trying to make out with me. Tonight at the gym there is a stupidly tall and damn HAWT guy flirting with me at the gym. WTF??
Going to bury myself in journal articles on insomnia, sleep and start exercising for at least 30mins every day to wear myself out. The PTs scaling down my program for this STUPID knee may be part of the cause.
Is lack of exercise a cause or a symptom?
Probably a bit of both.
Ok, here are my "Every Time They Touch" lyrics. Cascada for my things. . .
"Every time they touch, I hate the feeling!
Every time they kiss, I swear I could die!
This leg fat oh, I just want it to go!
Want it out my life. . ."
Time for peppermint tea and a club to the head.
~Peri
Monday, 21 March 2011
How Does It Sit?
Pretty Cunning, Don't You Think?
Got 4 hours sleep last night! :D
Dralion caught me a mouse!
Good kitty! She got lots of treats after I determined she wasn't going to actually eat the rodent, and binned it.
Teehee, time to cast on another 100 stitches! Miche's slowly growing blanket is keeping my lap warm while I read interminable articles on Japanese Film. I ditched today's viewing when the lecturer said that this week's film was a 2.5hour family drama along the lines of The Sound of the Mountain. It's a nice book, but the traditional Japanese love of subtlety and vagueness really isn't my cup of tea.
It will have to grow on me.
Bloody fast.
Miles and our friend Belinda picked me up from work last night and treated me to home-cooked Chicken Satay on Rice with a MASSIVE FUCK-OFF cookies'n'cream cheesecake for dessert.
(NB: Cookies'n'Cream ice cream is like my cocaine)
This, combined with the weekends sugar-fest and Irma's monthly gift of bloating has got me re-wording 'Every Time We Touch" by Cascada and directing it at my thighs.
Time for alcohol and sleep. Love you!
~Peri
Got 4 hours sleep last night! :D
Dralion caught me a mouse!
Good kitty! She got lots of treats after I determined she wasn't going to actually eat the rodent, and binned it.
Teehee, time to cast on another 100 stitches! Miche's slowly growing blanket is keeping my lap warm while I read interminable articles on Japanese Film. I ditched today's viewing when the lecturer said that this week's film was a 2.5hour family drama along the lines of The Sound of the Mountain. It's a nice book, but the traditional Japanese love of subtlety and vagueness really isn't my cup of tea.
It will have to grow on me.
Bloody fast.
Miles and our friend Belinda picked me up from work last night and treated me to home-cooked Chicken Satay on Rice with a MASSIVE FUCK-OFF cookies'n'cream cheesecake for dessert.
(NB: Cookies'n'Cream ice cream is like my cocaine)
This, combined with the weekends sugar-fest and Irma's monthly gift of bloating has got me re-wording 'Every Time We Touch" by Cascada and directing it at my thighs.
Time for alcohol and sleep. Love you!
~Peri
Sunday, 20 March 2011
Saturday Nite PJ Vlog
Ohai! I has a tireds. English not work very good right now. 2 days 4 hours sleep? Dunno. Late night early morning Miles chewing noises in sleep CANT SLEEP no kitty to cuddle has a sad.
Ate too much. Too much sugar OMG!!! Sugar+nosleep=SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAZ!!!
Too much pizza. No pooping. Yuck.
Miles said he woke up and saw red-head angel standing over me.
OMG CREEPY STALKERINGS!! Or maybe he was hallucinating from too much sleep-chewing?\
This will be embarrassing. Sorry. And long. Veryverylong. Lou, don't show your sister unless you let me know your headskull measurings for a properly fitting hat. ORDER is :p
'Tis gonna be unlisted for now. Only watching it on Blogger :p I gave Jaq from work my Youtoobe channel. Oops! lol
Here is URL for watchings. Be gentle, I'm fragile.
Will do awardings things in week after sleep. You guys are crazy and amazing and I love you.
xoxoxoxo
Peri
P.S. Can has embeds video
Ate too much. Too much sugar OMG!!! Sugar+nosleep=SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAZ!!!
Too much pizza. No pooping. Yuck.
Miles said he woke up and saw red-head angel standing over me.
OMG CREEPY STALKERINGS!! Or maybe he was hallucinating from too much sleep-chewing?\
This will be embarrassing. Sorry. And long. Veryverylong. Lou, don't show your sister unless you let me know your headskull measurings for a properly fitting hat. ORDER is :p
'Tis gonna be unlisted for now. Only watching it on Blogger :p I gave Jaq from work my Youtoobe channel. Oops! lol
Here is URL for watchings. Be gentle, I'm fragile.
Will do awardings things in week after sleep. You guys are crazy and amazing and I love you.
xoxoxoxo
Peri
P.S. Can has embeds video
Friday, 18 March 2011
All Aboard The Fat Train!
This weekend is gonne be HORRENDOUS!!
Little bro's birthday pub dinner tonight.
Aunty's 50th, family friend's 21st and an ice-cream social, 24th tomorrow.
Sunday after work is drinks and a fundraising beard shave.
Fuck.
There goes my planned negative intakes.
Fuck.
~Peri
Little bro's birthday pub dinner tonight.
Aunty's 50th, family friend's 21st and an ice-cream social, 24th tomorrow.
Sunday after work is drinks and a fundraising beard shave.
Fuck.
There goes my planned negative intakes.
Fuck.
~Peri
Tuesday, 15 March 2011
Girl Crush
There is a new girl in the Deli.
(Aside: Why the FUCK do departments like checkouts and Deli seem to be staffed solely with Females?? Girls are catty and bitchy and neurotic and never talk about interesting shit. I miss working with Blondie. He'd take the opposing side in a philosophical argument just coz he KNEW it would piss you off and he would argue it WELL)
Anyway, back to the new girl.
She is short, with a lovely figure, all sorts of tattoos with an industrial in her ear and a wicked sense of humour. This bitch can out-filthy ME! (At Noms'R'Us this is a fucking ACHIEVEMENT)
(Aside: My workplace will henceforward be known as Noms'R'Us)
She is GORGEOUS, with the delicate face that suits her elfin boy-haircut and is the kind of face I have coveted ever since watching Peter Pan as a small child. She is doing a Masters in Fine Arts.
Jaq, New Girl (Aphrodite) and I spent all Sunday night discussing how to farm humans and sell them as various meat products.
Standing next to her I feel tall, gangly and masculine. Revert to my rough, unpolished childhood. Tongue-tied and shy.
As much as I long to submit to her, I know nothing would ever happen without it going through the Noms'R'Us gossip line faster than an Ethiopian bolting from a cheetah. I don't even know if she swings either of the required ways.
Meh. Fantasies are free.
(Luka is my favourite Vocaloid, and she does amazing duets with Miku)
~Peri
(Aside: Why the FUCK do departments like checkouts and Deli seem to be staffed solely with Females?? Girls are catty and bitchy and neurotic and never talk about interesting shit. I miss working with Blondie. He'd take the opposing side in a philosophical argument just coz he KNEW it would piss you off and he would argue it WELL)
Anyway, back to the new girl.
She is short, with a lovely figure, all sorts of tattoos with an industrial in her ear and a wicked sense of humour. This bitch can out-filthy ME! (At Noms'R'Us this is a fucking ACHIEVEMENT)
(Aside: My workplace will henceforward be known as Noms'R'Us)
She is GORGEOUS, with the delicate face that suits her elfin boy-haircut and is the kind of face I have coveted ever since watching Peter Pan as a small child. She is doing a Masters in Fine Arts.
Jaq, New Girl (Aphrodite) and I spent all Sunday night discussing how to farm humans and sell them as various meat products.
Standing next to her I feel tall, gangly and masculine. Revert to my rough, unpolished childhood. Tongue-tied and shy.
As much as I long to submit to her, I know nothing would ever happen without it going through the Noms'R'Us gossip line faster than an Ethiopian bolting from a cheetah. I don't even know if she swings either of the required ways.
Meh. Fantasies are free.
(Luka is my favourite Vocaloid, and she does amazing duets with Miku)
~Peri
Saturday, 12 March 2011
Work today. Bitch bitch bitch, moan moan moan.
Lol, Tweedle Evil fucked up and punched Tweedle Dee with witnesses, but instead of being FIRED bitch only got a written warning in her file D:< Lol, whatever, It means we're THAT much closer to getting rid of her! Wohoo! I'm a vindictive bitch, and I am at peace with that. SPEAKING of vindictive bitches, Mother Nature totally PWNED Japan yesterday! Sending assloads of good vibes their way right now. I've heard from the classmates that have enough time to have FaceBook, but nothing from my host families. I'll hear from them eventually, we haven't been in touch much in the last few years. (Moving house every 10-12 months makes it damn hard to keep in touch via post) A team of 48 are leaving Christchurch to go help find survivors in Hokkaido. It'll do them good to pull live bodies out of wrecked buildings for a change. Brave sods, I know I couldn't handle doing their job! I was considering doing a Saturday Night Pajama Vlog, but do I REALLY need to rub in how retarded working weekends is?? Imma finish this up with a photo post instead ^.^ So, inside I'm an Entilodont, right? In my baby photos I'm the one on the right:
Ok, onto MY photos now.
Here is Dralion modelling an expremelt short scarf I made for a contortionist friend:
Drlaion snoozing on my bed. The swathe of orange you can see is the Blanket That Would Sound Like Chef:
The armwarmers I made for a Personal Trainer at my physio/gym. 40% cotton chenille and stylized radius and ulna in felt:
My ramekins and MLP mugs! Also my massive cup of green tea steeping in the background. The jug is sitting on an element coz I lack bench space and that element doesn't work. (I think its that one :s)
Ok, it seems to have turned into a wall of text up there, and I'm to tired to fix it.
Love,
~Peri
Lol, Tweedle Evil fucked up and punched Tweedle Dee with witnesses, but instead of being FIRED bitch only got a written warning in her file D:< Lol, whatever, It means we're THAT much closer to getting rid of her! Wohoo! I'm a vindictive bitch, and I am at peace with that. SPEAKING of vindictive bitches, Mother Nature totally PWNED Japan yesterday! Sending assloads of good vibes their way right now. I've heard from the classmates that have enough time to have FaceBook, but nothing from my host families. I'll hear from them eventually, we haven't been in touch much in the last few years. (Moving house every 10-12 months makes it damn hard to keep in touch via post) A team of 48 are leaving Christchurch to go help find survivors in Hokkaido. It'll do them good to pull live bodies out of wrecked buildings for a change. Brave sods, I know I couldn't handle doing their job! I was considering doing a Saturday Night Pajama Vlog, but do I REALLY need to rub in how retarded working weekends is?? Imma finish this up with a photo post instead ^.^ So, inside I'm an Entilodont, right? In my baby photos I'm the one on the right:
Ok, onto MY photos now.
Here is Dralion modelling an expremelt short scarf I made for a contortionist friend:
Drlaion snoozing on my bed. The swathe of orange you can see is the Blanket That Would Sound Like Chef:
The armwarmers I made for a Personal Trainer at my physio/gym. 40% cotton chenille and stylized radius and ulna in felt:
My ramekins and MLP mugs! Also my massive cup of green tea steeping in the background. The jug is sitting on an element coz I lack bench space and that element doesn't work. (I think its that one :s)
Ok, it seems to have turned into a wall of text up there, and I'm to tired to fix it.
Love,
~Peri
Friday, 11 March 2011
Dear Mother Earth
We're sorry.
No really, we've been dicks, and we're sorry.
Yours with love,
Humanity.
No really, we've been dicks, and we're sorry.
Yours with love,
Humanity.
Long Overdue Weight Freakout
Lou's Vlog about her Binge/Safe foods got me thinking about what the HELL I've been doing wrong with my own eating since moving in here.
I've basically not been buying ANY safe foods apart from fruit, baked beans, coffee and porridge! The rest of the utter SHIT I've been wasting money on is trash to comfort-nom on. Boy have I been doing a lot of that!
In no way at all has my eating been balanced OR under control. In light of this it shouldn't be surprising that I now weigh too damn close to 62kg (61.6) to be happy. (Read: Freaked out and hid under the bed) I was just under 58 when I moved in, with my girl abs showing slightly above my estrogen pooch and beautifully toned arms. Fucked if I know where they've run off to D:
This week I've decided NO MORE!
No more bingeing, no more comfort-nomming, no more wasting money on empty calories that could much better be spent on Bike reggo, wool and new hiking shoes.
The only binge food I bought during this weeks food shop was the bread I need to make work lunches. if I have to eat it at any other time it will be TOASTED with MARMITE because that is delicious and SAFE. (Toasting bread also transforms the starch in it so that it takes longer to digest)
This weeks goals have been:
1) Cut down on bready things
2) Nom something little every 3-4 hours
3) Increase fruit/veg and PROTEIN intake.
I wanna build my muscles, yo! Muscles are good. I like being strong and capable and able to casually fake out Jaq and Seafood Dude with a 13kg leg ham for thrills.
Going to be trying to add a new habit to my routine each week. Next week I'll increase my list of goals to:
1) Cut down on bready things
2) Nom something little every 3-4 hours
3) Increase fruit/veg and PROTEIN intake.
4) Get 100% of Fiber and Vitamin C RDI
5) Minimum calorie deficit of 100cal/day
That should do for now. I have to take it slowly and get each new habit set before adding another one. Trying to leap all in at once tends to fuck you up the ass fairly swiftly.
Have an awesome weekend!
~Peri
I've basically not been buying ANY safe foods apart from fruit, baked beans, coffee and porridge! The rest of the utter SHIT I've been wasting money on is trash to comfort-nom on. Boy have I been doing a lot of that!
In no way at all has my eating been balanced OR under control. In light of this it shouldn't be surprising that I now weigh too damn close to 62kg (61.6) to be happy. (Read: Freaked out and hid under the bed) I was just under 58 when I moved in, with my girl abs showing slightly above my estrogen pooch and beautifully toned arms. Fucked if I know where they've run off to D:
This week I've decided NO MORE!
No more bingeing, no more comfort-nomming, no more wasting money on empty calories that could much better be spent on Bike reggo, wool and new hiking shoes.
The only binge food I bought during this weeks food shop was the bread I need to make work lunches. if I have to eat it at any other time it will be TOASTED with MARMITE because that is delicious and SAFE. (Toasting bread also transforms the starch in it so that it takes longer to digest)
This weeks goals have been:
1) Cut down on bready things
2) Nom something little every 3-4 hours
3) Increase fruit/veg and PROTEIN intake.
I wanna build my muscles, yo! Muscles are good. I like being strong and capable and able to casually fake out Jaq and Seafood Dude with a 13kg leg ham for thrills.
Going to be trying to add a new habit to my routine each week. Next week I'll increase my list of goals to:
1) Cut down on bready things
2) Nom something little every 3-4 hours
3) Increase fruit/veg and PROTEIN intake.
4) Get 100% of Fiber and Vitamin C RDI
5) Minimum calorie deficit of 100cal/day
That should do for now. I have to take it slowly and get each new habit set before adding another one. Trying to leap all in at once tends to fuck you up the ass fairly swiftly.
Have an awesome weekend!
~Peri
Wednesday, 9 March 2011
I Dreamed A Dream
I have discovered that I need to be stoned in order to enjoy DubStep. Not just drunk, but drunk and STONED. It really just doesn't appeal to me. It could grow on me over time, like foot rot or mould. In the meantime, however, it will still make me want to stab my eardums with a blunt pencil to relieve the agony.
Ok, onto topic now! ^.^
I had a dream the other night that made me think and ponder. There is none of that dream-decoding crap here, but it made me think all the same. The events inspired introspection.
Note: This is a wall of text. Fucking terrible, but who cares.
There were some workmen inspecting the drainage along a waterway in town. They were preparing to clear the leaves and crap blocking the floodgates ahead of some forecast heavy rains.
I was watching them, and followed one of them through a fence, since I needed to get to somewhere on the other side of them and this waterway and they'd blocked off the road.
In a dress, facing the swamp on the other side of the fence. The workman I'd followed knew all the safe paths through the swamp, the places to stand and not sink in and drown.
He picked me up and put me ontop of this long mound, that turned out to be a huge rubber hose covered in swamp plants. The workman went about his job. He was in blue overalls, white gumboots, a hard had and a high-vis vest. very sensible.
This tube I was on seemed to stretch into the distance and provide a safe road through the swamp and to my destination. The problem we keeping my balance and getting my dress mucky. The workman warned me not to try crossing the swamp on the tube, but to wait and go around it.
I lost my balance a bit, almost slipped off the tube and got the dress filthy. I recovered and held on to the tube for dear life and waited for the workman to finish his job and help me get out of there.
While his back was turned, I fell off the tube into the swamp with a big splash. It was dark and mucky and I started sinking quickly. It was more like being sucked down than actually sinking in water. I figured the guy would have heard me and would come fish me out. If he didn't, I was quite happy with the idea of dying in that swamp. It was nice and peaceful. I didn't thrash and use up my oxygen too quickly.
After a bit, I realized he hadn't heard and wasn't going to help me. I started trying to push myself back up through the swamp mud, swimming for air. I figured if nobody else was going to try to save me, I may as well do it for them. It was a sense of fighting on the behalf of others.
It was hard to fight the downwards pull of the swamp mud, and the last thing I remember before blacking out is flailing my hand around in the air and hearing the workman splashing over to me.
What I got after wandering about the house in a daze for a bit and making coffee was: I have to keep fighting against depression because I'm the only one who can save me. Nobody around me will see the need to help until after it's too late.
Shitty, but true.
~Peri
Ok, onto topic now! ^.^
I had a dream the other night that made me think and ponder. There is none of that dream-decoding crap here, but it made me think all the same. The events inspired introspection.
Note: This is a wall of text. Fucking terrible, but who cares.
There were some workmen inspecting the drainage along a waterway in town. They were preparing to clear the leaves and crap blocking the floodgates ahead of some forecast heavy rains.
I was watching them, and followed one of them through a fence, since I needed to get to somewhere on the other side of them and this waterway and they'd blocked off the road.
In a dress, facing the swamp on the other side of the fence. The workman I'd followed knew all the safe paths through the swamp, the places to stand and not sink in and drown.
He picked me up and put me ontop of this long mound, that turned out to be a huge rubber hose covered in swamp plants. The workman went about his job. He was in blue overalls, white gumboots, a hard had and a high-vis vest. very sensible.
This tube I was on seemed to stretch into the distance and provide a safe road through the swamp and to my destination. The problem we keeping my balance and getting my dress mucky. The workman warned me not to try crossing the swamp on the tube, but to wait and go around it.
I lost my balance a bit, almost slipped off the tube and got the dress filthy. I recovered and held on to the tube for dear life and waited for the workman to finish his job and help me get out of there.
While his back was turned, I fell off the tube into the swamp with a big splash. It was dark and mucky and I started sinking quickly. It was more like being sucked down than actually sinking in water. I figured the guy would have heard me and would come fish me out. If he didn't, I was quite happy with the idea of dying in that swamp. It was nice and peaceful. I didn't thrash and use up my oxygen too quickly.
After a bit, I realized he hadn't heard and wasn't going to help me. I started trying to push myself back up through the swamp mud, swimming for air. I figured if nobody else was going to try to save me, I may as well do it for them. It was a sense of fighting on the behalf of others.
It was hard to fight the downwards pull of the swamp mud, and the last thing I remember before blacking out is flailing my hand around in the air and hearing the workman splashing over to me.
What I got after wandering about the house in a daze for a bit and making coffee was: I have to keep fighting against depression because I'm the only one who can save me. Nobody around me will see the need to help until after it's too late.
Shitty, but true.
~Peri
Tuesday, 8 March 2011
Riiiiiiiiiiight!
You're cute, but that's still bullshit.
For the love of The Lady keep me out of the Supermarket!!
~Peri
Monday, 7 March 2011
WOOT!!!1!
My motorbike LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVES!!!
Guess what it was?
. . . . broken wire in the headlight 0.0;
I need to ring the shop tomorrow, since they forgot to put the battery cover back on. There is NO excuse for me being such a fucking IDIOT as to drive out of the yard without noticing it wasn't there.
I went for a sodding joyride along the coast with my baby's insides showing! Poor Shiny must have felt so naked. I hope they didn't chuck it out at the end of the day :x
Going to have a cup of peppermint and try to sleep.
Love you!
~Peri
Guess what it was?
. . . . broken wire in the headlight 0.0;
I need to ring the shop tomorrow, since they forgot to put the battery cover back on. There is NO excuse for me being such a fucking IDIOT as to drive out of the yard without noticing it wasn't there.
I went for a sodding joyride along the coast with my baby's insides showing! Poor Shiny must have felt so naked. I hope they didn't chuck it out at the end of the day :x
Going to have a cup of peppermint and try to sleep.
Love you!
~Peri
Saturday, 5 March 2011
Seesaw
Blargleflargle mouth ulcers D:<
Lol, the parental units are expressing concern that I'm not looking after myself. It's so strange I have to laugh.
Wooooo Dralion loves me again and I've caught up on Blogger! Yippee! :D
I'd better go type up my notes on Oishi Kuranosuke. Now THAT was a twisty bastard and no mistake!
~Peri
~Peri
Thursday, 3 March 2011
OMG ANOTHER VLOG!!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOBS!!!!!
Lol, I actually watched that one through. Wow, I never realized how much I swear before 0.0;
Please excuse hayfever nose-scratch. I'm out of polaramine ^.^; I need more handkerchiefs!!
<3
~Peri
Wednesday, 2 March 2011
Oh my god it's GROTESQUE! . . And theres a thing in a jar.
I am neglecting Blogger shamelessly. If it was a kid, by now I'd in prison and this blog in a foster home! *Facedesk*
Getting a handle on things again s-l-o-w-l-y. Little things like good (Good? How about EARTH-SHAKING!! *Burns in hell*) sex and prettying up my fingernails are doing wonders for the state of my head.
The Paternal Unit abducted my motorbike last night to give it a good pulling apart and allow him to satisfy all his theories as to why it sulks and refuses to start 7 times in 10. The blokes at MCR did the same thing on Saturday, and pronounced it cured! o.O
Poor Shiny Bike's situation has been pronounced "Grim". I'm more sanguine about the situation than I would have been a week or two ago! Maybe I could sell it and buy a pony? In any case, I'm praying to the Gods of Transport and the Motorbike that I can get out on the roads again before the good weather goes and the roads ice up. Every time some cunt roars past on his 500cc+ sex machine I'm staring after him with this kicked-god look on my face, dying of envy.
Seriously, without my bike I'm less than half a person!! COME BACK BABY! D:
My timetable for this semester is pretty fucking sweet! the worst day is Monday, with 5 hours of class. 9am-11am, then 2-5pm with 2 hours of that watching movies XD I'm gonna be taking a cushion to class next week, since the seats in Chem have never heard the word "comfort" in their decades of service. Aside from that, it's all 1-2 hours max of afternoon classes, with Wednesday free for careful gymming, Knitting Squad and coffees worthy of Mordor. Fucking AAAAAAAYYY!!!!
Required reading are setting me back a bit, but the addition to my bookcase will be worth it in the long run.
Tanizaki Junichirō, Some Prefer Nettles
Kawabata Yasunari, The Sound of the Mountain
Enchi Fumiko, The Waiting Years
Ibuse Masuji, Black Rain
Mishima Yukio, The Temple of the Golden Pavilion
Ōe Kenzaburō, A Personal Matter
Murakami Haruki, Kafka on the Shore
Three of these are in my possession, two are winging their way to me from places unknown, and two more (The Temple of the Golden Pavilion and Kafka on the Shore) will hopefully be acquired at UBS along with my ASIA101 textbook.
It's amazing to see the nation come together.
Wellington got a 4.5 mag, probably due to strain being redistributed along the main fault that runs the length of the country. To be honest, this is something I briefly shat myself about. I've heard rumours that theres going to be 8-9 quake on March 20 which will hit us here in Dunedin. I then went to the site and read some of the aritcles. *Facedesk*
That article I linked has changed SIGNIFICANTLY since the first time I read it, probably as a result of the author's horrendous TV interview. Of course, someone who predicts the weather when not even the Met Service can do better than 50/50 deserves to be taken with a fairly large spade of salt when claiming to be predicting earthquakes.
The emergency kit I've been putting together is something to soothe the insanely anxious part of my nature and let me sleep. Lol, since it's also doubling as a camping kit I'm throwing a bottle of fairly strong Vodka in there. Hey, I can always use it as a quick&nasty wound sterilizer, right? ;p
I had a little card in my mailbox from Courier Post on Monday. . . I'm assuming it was the cards from Miche. AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH It's gonna be here tomorrow morning, since I can't get down to South D to pick it up from the depot D: *Flails all over lounge* THE SUSPENSE IS KILLING MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Lol, this is Miles showing just how tall he is in stilts (About 3m) I didn't get to go to this gig, coz I have a real-people job.
Shit, gotta run.
~Peri
Getting a handle on things again s-l-o-w-l-y. Little things like good (Good? How about EARTH-SHAKING!! *Burns in hell*) sex and prettying up my fingernails are doing wonders for the state of my head.
The Paternal Unit abducted my motorbike last night to give it a good pulling apart and allow him to satisfy all his theories as to why it sulks and refuses to start 7 times in 10. The blokes at MCR did the same thing on Saturday, and pronounced it cured! o.O
Poor Shiny Bike's situation has been pronounced "Grim". I'm more sanguine about the situation than I would have been a week or two ago! Maybe I could sell it and buy a pony? In any case, I'm praying to the Gods of Transport and the Motorbike that I can get out on the roads again before the good weather goes and the roads ice up. Every time some cunt roars past on his 500cc+ sex machine I'm staring after him with this kicked-god look on my face, dying of envy.
Seriously, without my bike I'm less than half a person!! COME BACK BABY! D:
My timetable for this semester is pretty fucking sweet! the worst day is Monday, with 5 hours of class. 9am-11am, then 2-5pm with 2 hours of that watching movies XD I'm gonna be taking a cushion to class next week, since the seats in Chem have never heard the word "comfort" in their decades of service. Aside from that, it's all 1-2 hours max of afternoon classes, with Wednesday free for careful gymming, Knitting Squad and coffees worthy of Mordor. Fucking AAAAAAAYYY!!!!
Required reading are setting me back a bit, but the addition to my bookcase will be worth it in the long run.
Tanizaki Junichirō, Some Prefer Nettles
Kawabata Yasunari, The Sound of the Mountain
Enchi Fumiko, The Waiting Years
Ibuse Masuji, Black Rain
Mishima Yukio, The Temple of the Golden Pavilion
Ōe Kenzaburō, A Personal Matter
Murakami Haruki, Kafka on the Shore
Three of these are in my possession, two are winging their way to me from places unknown, and two more (The Temple of the Golden Pavilion and Kafka on the Shore) will hopefully be acquired at UBS along with my ASIA101 textbook.
It's amazing to see the nation come together.
Wellington got a 4.5 mag, probably due to strain being redistributed along the main fault that runs the length of the country. To be honest, this is something I briefly shat myself about. I've heard rumours that theres going to be 8-9 quake on March 20 which will hit us here in Dunedin. I then went to the site and read some of the aritcles. *Facedesk*
That article I linked has changed SIGNIFICANTLY since the first time I read it, probably as a result of the author's horrendous TV interview. Of course, someone who predicts the weather when not even the Met Service can do better than 50/50 deserves to be taken with a fairly large spade of salt when claiming to be predicting earthquakes.
The emergency kit I've been putting together is something to soothe the insanely anxious part of my nature and let me sleep. Lol, since it's also doubling as a camping kit I'm throwing a bottle of fairly strong Vodka in there. Hey, I can always use it as a quick&nasty wound sterilizer, right? ;p
I had a little card in my mailbox from Courier Post on Monday. . . I'm assuming it was the cards from Miche. AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH It's gonna be here tomorrow morning, since I can't get down to South D to pick it up from the depot D: *Flails all over lounge* THE SUSPENSE IS KILLING MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Lol, this is Miles showing just how tall he is in stilts (About 3m) I didn't get to go to this gig, coz I have a real-people job.
Shit, gotta run.
~Peri
Tuesday, 1 March 2011
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