Saturday 30 January 2010

boom snap clap b-boom snap clap

This morning I was woken by the sun shining on my face and birds singing, how lovely! It was as if summer were here already, but when I got out of bed all the trees were still dead and my car was frozen up. But alas, summer will be here soon and everything will be better. Or so I hope. Really can't wait to escape to Italy, if that plan goes ahead... Last summer was wonderful, it was scorching in the mountains, 38c-ish, 500m above sea level! Chasing lizards and collecting water. I wish I could spend my life like that, all this modern living crap we humans have gotten ourselves into surely can't be healthy... But I guess without globalization I wouldn't have tofu... It's a tough one really. If only tofu grew on trees. Or rather, if only the soya plant was indigenous to England...


Made the fabled carrot cake cupcakes yesterday. The were delicious, I couldn't stop myself from having a second one! The "cream cheese" topping was insane, I think it tasted just like the cow-stuff, but to be honest I can't quite remember 100%

Start my new job on Monday. The joys of returning to retail. Licking people's arses so they buy things. Great. Can't complain too much, it might not be all bad and it'll give me that evil money thing that separates us from other animals. I wonder what the world would be like without money. I'd like that place. It makes me pretty sad when I wonder how many people are living for their payslips so they can buy a new car or just material shite. But then again, it's generally those people, with more demand for more material things that are ruining our planet. But what can one do eh.
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Oh my goddd, I can't get enough of the Guinea Pigs. Bean is just too cute. It makes me want to cry. I was watching The Secret of NIMH the other night, and he was just sat on my neck squeaking and just being really happy with himself. Bless him. Since I hate children and am never having any, I am definitely going to have a house full of animals instead. Children make me feel sickkk, they're little ungrateful shits. But furry, scaly, spikey things I can relate to.

I'm going to make a cup of tea. Enough of this bullshazz.

Wednesday 27 January 2010

CLARITY.

Right, to clear a few things up. Apparently, with my veganism I am being a "divine crusader, preaching and alienating (myself) and (I'm) insufferable."

I don't judge people who eat meat, I just prefer it if it's not near me. I don't preach. I keep my thoughts to myself, to the point where I'm scared to argue about it. I don't want to have to keep being pecked down for my life choices. I am happy being vegan, it's something I am very passionate about. The only places I get a bit preachy are on my blogs, because I'm too afraid to get my ideas out to my self-righteous meat eating friends. So I put them on here, where hopefully no-one is affected by them because of my stupidity and poor grammar.

Admittedly, I come on here to blog when I'm down/angry about the state of affairs regarding the relationship between humanity and animals. I have not been "brainwashed" by PETA, I think they're dicks and they contradict my morals - they're sexist and not really looking out for the animals, and they benefit the cruelty industry by making people feel good for ofsetting their contributions to it by donating to PETA. The only thing I agree with them on is that meat eaters should know the journey through torture and suffering the poor animals take to their plate.

I'm 50/50 on the A.L.F, I'm against violence and think that it gives the whole animal rights side negative publicity. Just sometimes though, I think it would be a good idea to put people through what's done to animals.

It upsets me that I have to argue my way through my beliefs. I hate being put down for it. I go about it quietly, my only voice about it is "Oh no, sorry, I don't eat meat, please don't give me that" or "No, I don't eat cheese or milk or egg or anything with animal product in it either, sorry to inconvenience you". I don't bother you so much, why bother me. Let me get on with my life.

Tomorrow, tomorrow


Hooray. I got a job. In a dried fruit shop. Go me. (Finally a job where I don't have anything to do with corpse!) It's only twenty hours, but it's better than nothing. Means I can have time to maybeee sort out my life, which I'm pissing away at the moment. I have too many hopes that I'm just kind of sat on my arse doing bugger all to fulfill them, possibly because I have a lot of them on my plate... I think I need a kick up the arse and to stop making excuses.

Secretly quite bummed about the whole University-fail thing. I was really hoping to go, just to occupy myself for three years, but that's probably why I didn't get in. Maybe I'll apply again and go for something different, rather than Geology go for Physical Geography or Conservation. I think my ideal way to go would be up in some treehouse in the rainforest canopy counting Gibbons. Seriously, I'd love that too much.

I'm reading up some stuff about the cruelty trade and I'm worried that at somepoint soon I'm going to tip and end up going A.L.F on everyone's ass. I know I won't; I'm surely too much of a pussy but sometimes it's a thought that crosses my mind. Not gonna happen though. Maybez.

Hurghhh. Maybe it's January, maybe it's the waning winter but I'm feeling down lately. (excuses are my fave) Can't seem to find joy in many things at the moment. It'll pass soon though, I hope.

Going to make carrot cake cupcakes tomorrow, in the hope that seeing people go nuts over them will cheer me up a bit. Sounds totally lame but I wish I had another vegan friend! I'm cast adrift in a sea of meat eaters and at the moment it's sort of doing me in. Bleghh. Again, hopefully that'll pass. What's with this entry being totally pathetic! Buh! Cheer uppp!

Ahaha, something that did cheer me up earlier today; the fact that I don't smell the way I used to? Sounds weird, but you know everyone has their own smell...? Or am I weird? Well anyway, I smell of spice. Ahaha... I definitely put it down to my diet! But it's way way way better than probably smelling of cheese when I used to be vegetarian. Well, there's a strange notion for you...

Sunday 24 January 2010

Yeah, it's over, you can bet in mid-October that I will still be ranting 'bout most early May... See yeah he's a winner he's a goddamn sinner.........


Shit on my face. Yesterday I was blessed with the musical genius of not only Brand New, but Glassjaw themselves. It is literally too much for my little brain to process what an amazing night it was. Glassjaw.... Hooo'ee. What a fucking important band, most people don't appreciate just how momentous they are, especially for alternative music today. They were amazing, but Daryl Palumbo didn't look so well... He looked really ill and thin and had massive black bags around his eyes. It made me wonder why they're still going, but they put on a really good show. I would rather I saw them in a smaller venue; Wembley Arena is massive, and most of the people were yucky couples who came for the Brand New ballads. But I'm pretty sure the energy of Glassjaw touched everyone there. And I won't complain either, so many people would probably eat their own arm to see Glassjaw!

Brand New were intense too, what an amazing set. They had the audience in their hands, which was quite a feat considering just how many people were there. Really left me reeling, what a great band. I feel so priviledged to have seen these two extremely influential and incredible bands, and all in one night too!

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Only one bummer from yesterday, and a pretty massive one too; went to a Malaysian restaurant because we were pretty starved, and I'm pretty convinced there was something fishy in the curry. Literally. It tasted fishy... Bleughh. Wanted to make them aware of what a catastrophe their mistake was but they didn't speak very good English so it would've been too much of a hastle to put on a game of charades to get the point across. Made me pretty mad/sad though. Tried to brush it off. I didn't want to let my usual go-apeshit-and-punish-yourself reigime after a slip up ruin my night. Feel bad today. It's not on though, being in a sea full of flesh eaters who don't understand or accomodate for my morals. But what can you do. NOT EAT OUT!! EVER!!! UNLESS IT'S A VEGGIE PLACE!!!! :D a*holes...

It made me feel funny all night... To be honest, I never want to eat out again. I haven't in so long, and the food was so shit. We make better food from us, without any crap in it. And I know for a fact that corpse has been nowhere near it. Yuck. It would be nice to be able to trust people, but I really can't. It makes me want to start up my own little cafe place even more! No idea where I'm going to get the money, I'm piss-poor and potless right now. And I want to see more of the world before I'm tied down. And the thought of being tied down really scares me; I like to be able to get up and go when it all gets too much. I like to reinvent myself when I'm away from the environment that made me the me I am. It's so good to come back, with a clear head and a new perspective and new ideas. Call me a coward or what you may, but that's how I am.

On another note, the other day I was watching a peta video. I make a point not to; I don't like the shock tactics they use to get the point across. If you don't want to see a travesty, it's your choice. Like when I was a kid, and there were people with big posters of nasty vivisection in the highstreet and the mangled corpses of cats and foxes stopped me from sleeping at night. I didn't need that really. At a young age. But back to my point - this peta video looked like a positive one, a collection of their achievements. I think. But a clip came up that made me well up instantly, I scrambled to turn if off and sat there fighting back a panic attack. It was two adult Pigs hung up by one hind leg each in the back of a van (my hands are shaking typing this) thrashing, bloody, bruised, filthy, petrified. Scared shitless. Because they were going to die. Bled to death. I only saw this for a few seconds. Witnessed through a screen. I wasn't there. Sick to my very soul. Didn't sleep much that night. But wait. Let's take a moment to assess this. Why were those poor Pigs hung up? People. That word... People. Us. We did this. To those poor animals. We're animals. We're doing it to ourselves. Why does no-one see that? I hate being one of these "people". We live on violence and pain. We love to spread suffering. Think about it. For a while. Think about the world we have made.

Trillions of animals die by our hand each year. I felt for those Pigs like they were brothers. They are my brothers. And yours. And you're probably eating them.

I have lost faith in mankind. I want nothing to do with it. Nothing to do with the violence they cause and thrive on.

Unfortunately...

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In conclusion, my views on peta changed in a few split seconds. Let them know what they are causing. Shove it down their throats. Let them choke on it. If it stops people eating corpse and in turn, stops them killing, maybe the world we will make in the end will be a good one. One by one we will know the truth and we will all see. With eyes wide open.

Not a very postive blog. You probably didn't want to hear it. I can guarantee that you will probably think I'm some vegan hippy dick-head. Go on, if you want to argue about how wrong I am go nuts. I'm pretty fucking mad right now. I'll give you a run for your money.

Wednesday 20 January 2010

Schquealers


I have been appointed the guardian of dear mother's new baby guinea pigs. I don't think I'll ever be able to leave the house without them. They are too darling! The shy black one is Bean and the naughty ginger one is Hank. Don't ask. They're so naughty! Bean has a thing for hiding in my hood. Can't get enough.

Job hunting is a crock of shit, rejection is nay fun. So, this morning I got up and helped mum out up her yard to muck out when, like a divine bolt (if such a thing exists), the idea hit me. My cousin was talking about opening a cake shop in Portsmouth, and I thought, maybe I should open a little vegan/vegetarian cake and sandwich shop somewhere. I'd love making cakes and stuff! Hummus is cheap and easy to make, and tasty... Maybe it'll be worth looking into. Think I'd really enjoy it! Considering also, yesterday I got the news that I didn't make it into Cardiff University. The only University I really wanted to go to. The rest are okay, but I'm not so keen. Also think I might've made the wrong choice of course, thinking I might want to go into Conservation instead of Geology. Buhh. Ah well. I have two little squealers to shower with love and brocolli.

Monday 18 January 2010

Suckahs and chumps.

Waking up today at 7.15am was very hard; tried to talk to Roma when she came in but my voice just didn't want to kick in. I definitely wasn't of this world until about 9am. Coming into consciousness at an early hour for the first time in ages takes its toll on me. I'm just about ready for schleep now and it's 6.05pm. If I were to carry on the way I was, I would have slept my life away, I'm pretty sure. So why did I wake up so early? Merely to take Rome to college. And help mum out. And pick Rome up again. And go to Portsmouth; my least favourite city in the world, even though I live in it. Hurgh. It just has this terrible atmosphere, like wherever you look you might get bottled for not wearing a Portsmouth Footbal Club shirt, slash, merely being different. Oh, the mentality. Handed out loads of CV's, which was lovely because most of the time I was met with a blank face and a really nasty "No, we're not taking CV's and we don't have any jobs." A-holes. Had a few promising encounters, at a coffee shop, a Shakeaway and a Lush. Weeyy. Not looking forward to working in retail again though, my 8-month long Starbucks rape experience gives me ample fear. Ah well, money's money. At the end of the day it'll get me where I want to be.

Found some biscuits I could eat, Hobnobs! Haven't eaten crap like that (other than my cupcakes..oops) for quite a while! As soon as it went in my mouth I broke into a 10-minute fit of laughter. Tears, convulsions, shudders, squeals, the lot. Roma looked on in dismay. Not too sure how I feel about that! Either, my body was really fucking happy for a biscuit or there were some psycho additives in them...

Ventured into Southsea, the genuinely kooky and happenin' part on the hunt for wheat gluten, to no avail. But we did go into this crazy-ass hippy crystal shop and spend the best part of an hour drooling over the crystals. Really cool. Not 100% sure how I feel about all the crystal shennanigans, it's rather hippy-trippy but it's a kind of comforting thought I guess. Bought a huge nugget of rose quartz for £1.50, which was amazing. But more amazing was how the guy sold it to me, he took it off me, sprayed it with something then cracked a tuning fork off a giant jade buddha statue and waved the tuning fork over the crystal. I left the shop shocked, intrigued and genuinely overjoyed after that!

My "Animal-Free Shopper" book arrived today, so I'm going to be able to fully understand things I can and can't eat without trawling through the internet for ages. Hooray! Its going to make a good read methinks. Or leave me totally apathetic about the whole cruelty trade. Hmm. Either way.

OH MY GOD, BRAND NEW

Yep, going to see them in Wembley on Saturday. Totally nuts. Can't wait. Don't know what to say really! Not quite sure how I'll get back, might just hang with the cracka's and bums in Waterloo. (In an ideal world that would be safe. Or there wouldn't be any homeless. Or I could get back from London easily) Hella excited though.

Still on the ideal world shabang, hopefully I'll get millions of calls tomorrow asking me about when I can come in to start my new full-time job in a nice quiet coffee shop. And I'd have enough diesel to get places. Bughhh. Right, I'm going. Godt Nacht.

Sunday 17 January 2010


SHITTT I'M GOING TO SEE BRAND NEW!!!!!!

Friday 15 January 2010

Lovely Day.

H'ooh, blogging once a day because I have not much better to doooo~ (still no luck on the moneymaking front!)

Still having trouble getting up at a reasonable time, probably because I enjoy the night-time more. It's just so lovely and quiet! But down to business...


Made some really lovely food today! Tried out "Freedom French Toast", which was pretty good... Looked kinda funky but tasted groovy. (Hey, hey, I don't need to work on presentation if they were just for me!) Tofu, cinnamon, apple and pear juice all blended up and fried onto wholewheat bread. With some maple syrup of course... Nice soy protein way to start the day!

Because the snow is melting and I can finally get out to see my friendlies, I made cupcakes again to spread the vegan love. Same ones as last time (chocolate and vanilla) and they turned out better! Visually not quite as good because I didn't swirl the "buttercream" up as good, but it didn't look curdled! All smooth.. weyy.


Aaaand finally, for din-dins, I made hummus, quinoa and brown rice flavoured with Marmite (for B vits) with olives and some mental kind of vegetable... Salsa... Thing. The kale was hella strong tasting, but I liked it! Not bad. Go out of focus photo, go!


Cleaned my apartment today too. My god was it a crack den. Surprised we didn't have little visitors! Oh the joys of the unemployed. Really enjoying cooking though!

Thursday 14 January 2010

Finally!

Thankyou for the pho-tats, Roman

Got's me some food today. After all this time! Getting off the drive was kinda scary though, my little Peugeot 306 didn't like it too much... It was all ice! Exciting things of note - bought some kale which I'm yet to try and some mung beans, which I'm sure will come in handy-dandy one day.

My books came through the other day! I bought Vegan a-go-go and La Dolce Vegan by Sarah Kramer, really good recipe books! Haven't cooked anything from them yet, but they're hella inspirational. Well written, easy to find ingredients and most of all - fun!

Think I'll try my hand at making some Seitan tomorrow. And of course, some wonderful cupcakes. Haven't cooked in ages because Roma has been! She's made some crazy-tasty chili and some bangin' pasta dishes. It's not often I trust people to cook for me; there's only the select few, and she's the shirzl.

On a meteorological note: The snow's starting to melt. Everything's going to be brown and dead! Not going to be nice. I love the snow. It's clean. Not that I don't like the trees underneath, I love the wild... But snow is so refreshing. mmm.

Papped mid-consumer-spree. THANKS ROME.

On another note again, I'm really worried about going to University in September... But that's ages away, I've got other stuff to keep me occupado. Like finding a menial, badly paid job that I hate and then getting to Italy for the summer. YEAHHH. Geez... Kind of missing that shit warehouse job I had...

Wednesday 13 January 2010

London Town

How is it that, in this country it's easier to get to London, which is 80 miles away, than it is to get some freakin' fresh vegetables?! Because of some snow?! I'm definitely going to start growing my own if this nonsense carries on... Everyone is still panic buying, the sillies.

Going up there has made me think... Totally bizarre how people in the city live their lives. Especially the Underground. I wanted to have a solo mooch around Chinatown for spices and oils and the like but had to come home because the snow. Under the ground, in the tunnels, there was certainly a buzzing feeling because everyone was probably going home early because of the white powder from the sky, but still, no-one spoke to each other. What a strange cultural phenomenon! Being pretty much in four people's armpit at once, but not being able to speak to them or even smile! I'm not really a fan of having tonnes of strangers in my personal space, it's just odd how you're ignored etc. But that's fine, that's how they live their lives I guess.

Felt a bit daft really, because I made myself all the food I'd need for the night. Is that odd? I just don't feel I can trust strangers and restaurants to meet my needs. What's nasty things are hidden in the food and where's it been and what's touched it... This vegan thing isn't going to be easy, but in all honesty the whole convenience thing everyone relies on has been doing my head in recently. People are so lazy. Maybe it's a cycle; you eat shit, you feel like shit, you think shit. Great.

Haven't slept on someone's floor in aaages, it's quite fun but when the friend your staying with has a housemate who decides to literally re-arrage his/her room at 3am, attempt to come though their floor and land on me and really noisily make chips at 5am, it doesn't make for a good night's sleep! Fun though. Need to be more spontaneous! Just a shame money's becoming an issue. Bleuughh.

Monday 11 January 2010

I'm sorry, what.

You see that? Most people will see a skanky angry hippy, but it's actually the angry (and skanky) Meg I have become. "Why did you post a photo of yourself looking angry, you rim?" You might ask. In answer to that, you rude so-and-so, I needed to prove a point. Here's the story...

A couple-a days ago, no wait it goes back farther than that, a couple-a years ago, I deicided to stop eating meat, merely because the realisation struck me, like being pounded round the face with a pillowcase full of bars of soap, that I was eating corpses. Animal corpses, and it was wrong and it needed to stop. So it did. That was all, just that they were corpses. But in those two years, I've discovered a lot about the animal violence trade and there was a slow and sure transition to disgust in milk and egg, and thus I couldn't do it anymore and became vegan. Two years ago it didn't seem so serious. In the beginning I was okay with handling meat and stuff, but now I'm totally repulsed. The whole vegan thing is new to me, I've been on-and-off for about 6 months, and made the pledge just over a month ago, and now I wouldn't dream of going back. It feels good to have nothing to do with violence and death and, oh I could go on...

Okay, a couple-a days ago, I looked online for some nice cinnamon bun recipies (without animal stuff, ofcourse...) when I read about bone char. Bone char is animal bones collected off the abertoire floor and burnt to a crisp and used mostly in the sugar and flour industries to refine and purify the product. Nasty huh. I don't really remember the hour after this discovery because I went all-out batshit. Last time I accidentally ate gelatine I turned lunartic, screaming and crying and feeling poisoned and disgusted with myself and nearly induced vomiting, but my omnivore buddy stopped me.

To my omnivore buddy watching, it was "pathetic" I was "over-reacting" about my "difficult" eating habits, that aren't that important. Only others like me would understand, but anyway, back to the bone char. This time round, I was a little more composed, even though I totally threw one about my sacred tea with half a sugar and everything else that I've been unknowingly poisoning myself with, and very nearly threw the entire contents of my cupboards out. This time my anger was not centered on myself, because it wasn't necessarily my fault; it didn't occur to me that I should research literally everything I eat. Then, it occured to me that I probably actually do, because everything could be filled with shit. Us common people are too glad to not question, too glad to take everything as it is told to us and be fine with it. It literally makes no sense to me and I feel quite alone, as someone who has realised this and someone who doesn't want to take it anymore.

I still feel angry that the masses are unknowlingly and quite okay with the fact they're being poisoned on an every day basis and don't want to know any different... And I'm the nutter.

It depresses me that it is this way; as it really shouldn't be. We should have the trust, really, that the food on the shelves is as it is. But we don't know...

Those two years ago, I didn't realise what getting myself into! All the E-numbers and additives and shit, god. Don't get me started.

Seriously, no regrets. I'd rather feel alienated and know I'm doing the right thing, than be bowing down and unwittingly accepting my own demise or someshit. Even though, in this world, doing the right thing is very hard and frowned on.

Enough preaching, I think I've worn my little red-capped brain out. Until next time.


Unrelated, but Norway is lovely.

Saturday 9 January 2010

The cat and the fiddle

It's real late. For some reason my sleep pattern has been reversed. A lot of things seem to be malfunctioning today. Finally ventured to the shops to get supplies where there was next to nothing - every noob in England decided to panic buy the shop out so there were only beetroot left, which I bought, and refried beans. Wonderful. Not a lot to update on in my current stagnating life. IGLOO:

Friday 8 January 2010

Cabin Feverrr


Can't move the car because I'm too lazy to dig it out and will probably crash once I get off the drive. So I'm stuck here, with dwindling supplies. My most worrying near loss will be my soy milk - what will I do without tea?! Go fuckin' nuts, that's what. Haven't been able to bake, because I don't know when I'll be able to get to the shop next to re-stock. Epic predicament here. Have also basically lost the will to shower, not that there's no hot water, just I can't be bothered, it's not a key concern at the moment. Luckily I'm wearing too many clothes to need to worry about the possibility that I might offend.


I've been reading shitty books and watching shitty films, so in response to feeling guilty about being a lard arse and feeding my mind with utter nonsense, I'm going to stay up for as long as I can and paint and re-educate myself. How exciting. This snow is a blessing really, somehow it makes me feel comfortable... The urge to get up and go somewhere different has subsided for the time being. Definitely not related but I've had some really odd dreams over the last few days. I've not had such vivid dreams since I was up a mountain in Italy in the summer! These ones have been the same every night.. Well, for three.. Basically I'm somehow attracted to the place where someone (unfortunately) from my past has come back to, after being away for a long time, and everything is how it was in the old days and we've forgotten our differences and we're happy and we run away together. Everything's better than it was infact. But somehow we get lost from eachother because someone intervenes and stops it as we're about to get away. You know when dreams really hit home..? Freaky shizzl. Won't dwell on it anymore, it's totally doing me in!


On a brighter note, I made a kick arse 100% animal-stuff-free pasta bake today. Used up pretty much the last of my veggies and filled a small hole. I'm starving recently! Probably because I'm running out of food... Boh. Really need to sort my life out. Why do I always have such hopes and easy shit I need to do, but when it comes to it I'm just too lazy. Or maybe inadvertently want to deny myself any sort of WIN. Anyway, here's some photos from better times in lands far away (Norway, about 3 years ago-ish)

Wednesday 6 January 2010

SNO HO FO SHO >:|


Haven't been blogging for a few days, because:
  • Lost my camera and found it
  • Been in the snow
  • Looking for jobs (or pretending...)
  • Helping my dear ma out, or rather hindering...
  • Intense sweats over monging about.

So, there's the basic jist. I've had a lovely few days, I made some more bangin' chocolate and vanilla vegan cupcakes, which were the shizzle and intended for my lovely cousin and my not so lovely friend Ben (he know's he's a bad man), but they're sat in the fridge waiting because my car is under rather alot of snow. Well, not really a lot, but a lot for and England and English sensibilities about the weather and "how dreadful it is" and stuff. This country is pretty much full of idiots, it's only a bit of snow! Norway manages... I'm so pissed I can't go give them my tasty treats!

It snowed the heaviest last night, and the bloody electricity cut out. Not really a biggie, but another stupid thing is that everything in this house in run on electricity; the heating has an electric ignition, the hob is electric so no tea either and we ran out of wood. That's not electric but, really, we English are hopeless..! I've decided that I want to live in a log cabin in Norway with a fire powered stove and shizz. That would be the life. The only buggers with Norway is that all they eat is meat and all the stuff I'd need is super expensive, so maybe not Norway. Maybe somewhere cold in America... Or well, just somewhere cold. Really want a fire, but all the wood is wet and there's alotta snow. Going to get a pile sorted out at somepoint, as I have shit all else to do.

This blog isn't very well written is it... Humph. Being in the snow awoke my wanderlust, which in turn has gave me the royal hump. I haven't had the travel itch for a while, probably because all hope and creativity and life was crushed from me at that job in the big grey box. Being on the outside, I can feel my sould seeping back into me, from the trees and the air, and a wind is calling me. I have the hump because I can't go. I'm basically shackled here for a while... What with the no money problem. Yes, yes, I'd really love to take the "fuck it allll" approach and pack my backpack and go hitch-hiking, but I'm a girl and I'm pretty sure I'd be done in by some trucker and left in a ditch, dead or dying.

^I'm going to leave that shitty part of today's vent there anyway, my skittishness needs out somewhere and the safest place in the world is probably here rather than out here. MADE SOME BANGIN' VEGAN PANCAKES TODAY. WITNESS THEM NOW:

Mmm yeah that's right. Oh, yeah, the electricity came back on during the day and is still here at the moment, but I wouldn't be surprised if I were in darkness again soon. It's pretty awesome how we originally lived outside and could deal with everything, bar bears and lions, and now we have this way of life and once a bit of electricity goes we might as well be done for. Nope, clearly still not done ranting. All I want is to roam free! At some point in my life the time will be right. To cease my hands twitching out obscenities and mistrust and woe and pity, here's a lovely photo-dump. GOODNIIIGHT EVERYBODY







Saturday 2 January 2010

"It's cooold in paradise"


To combat being a lazy shit, I tried to get out of bed early today. It proved quite difficult; but I'll spare you the obvious details. It was lovely and frozen outside, I'm really happy to have some time to myself to see the wonderful world. Went into town, where I was assaulted by the wretched stench of burning pig flesh. A number one fave first thing in the morning. I also discovered that shopping in a middle-class superstore is acutally cheaper than the ASDA I usually frequent for supplies. Also, it was a much more pleasant experience, but I'm not quite sure whether I prefer being surrounded by toffs who tell you to move out of their oh-so-important way or bouncing off toothless pregnant chavs. Hmm.

Made some Chai Tea cupcakes. All was going fine and well and dandy until it came to icing the little swines. But alas I learnt from my mistake, I didn't give the margerine enough time to warm up. Ah well, they're still tasty as sin... just look like they have coagulated pus hats.

To add to my productive day, me and Roma made Falafels for din-dins. It was also tasty as sin. Really hoping to start cooking properly again - just love preparing lovely food and seeing and tasting the results. It's like some wonderful kind of art (yes Roman, if you read this I stole that from you too, just like the title of this gosh-darn entry).

Note how shit they are

Think the "moon madness" is in full swing, I must keep lashing out at people because I keep getting accused of doing so. If only they knew that my motives lay with the cycle of that big clean dinner plate in the night sky. Not that it's an excuse, however.

Can't seem to get enough of whiney ovary music at the moment. I'm 3-4 years late, but I can't get enough of Death Cab for Cutie. When they first came round and everyone boned over them, I took it upon myself to be too cool for that shizzl... Oh to be young again. I'm not quite sure what's going on recently. I'm being rather a dick. I'm really dreary and wishy washy and listeing to flowery pratty music. I can't put my finger on it. Maybe it's the winter blues. PAH. GET A GRIPPP. My observations are true though, I'd just like to know why I'm such a wishywashy rimsniff.

The hummus in the middle was tha shit. Roma's mental mushroom medley was made of furious victory also. I think we should start up a wonderful restaurant....

Friday 1 January 2010

Oh noes, noh nah gnennn (Oh no not again)


Yep, it's the first day of a new decade. And I did next to nothing to celebrate it. New Year is always a dodgy time for me, I try to run away from the reflection and the future and kind of end up running myself over. Not a nice time. Don't enjoy the whole "everyone, it's a great excuse to get pissed" scenario either, it's just a bit too weird for me/I'm a lot too weird for it. But my lovely Roma flew in just as things were about to get real, with a thunderous "MEG YOU HAVE 15 MINUTES TO GET WASTED" as it was 15 minutes to midnight. I succeeded. Juggernaughted a good quarter of a pint of vodka and lots of red wine. Made potato croquettes, gave myself my first shitty tattoo and passed out an hour later listening to drivel music. The moral of this story: don't drink when you're being a loser, or the situation will be magnified. BLAH BLAH. On a better note, yesterday I was woken by everyone shouting and the sound of whining dogs funning past my door. Turns out a big old cat broke in and the dogs chased him into my place. He was lovely and I named him Winston, as in Churchill. Seemed fitting somehow. Hmm.

Trying to finish a calendar I'm making as a present for my mum but time seems to be running out, as always when I try to do things. Maybe I should do that thing other people do; make a big old target for themselves to fulfill in the new year. Maybe mine should be to get off my arse and do things. Live every moment like it's my last, learn more. Eughhh... Hope and stuff. Maybe I'll try to get my wit back, my brain's gotten lazy over the last few years. To feed it I'll be making cupcakes tomorrolls.

Clearly I must have moon madness.