its even in hawaii?!

laughed too hard at these to not show case here. its all the rage: the emo kit. learn from the best.
here are some links to here, here and yes, even big in hawaii. and this is called underground culture. ha.

new week

so there are some big things coming and due for work this week, i may actually have to be productive and worker-bee-like, something that i dont place much value on and that disappoints me greatly. you mean i cant sit on the couch all day staring into the distance? dammit. its cold today, not normal dirtbin-by-the-sea kind of cold, but really bitter. or perhaps thats just cause im bitter for leaving my bed far too early (or at all this morning). but oh joyous rapture, i can sit under the covers all morning, and be productive at the same time- the joys of working from home and owning a laptop.

the world would be a happier place if i didnt have to leave my bed from about late may til october.

YAY!

recognition of my pure intelligence: i fixed the blog problems ALL ON MY OWN! thanks to the handy hints given to me by the geek last night, ie. you must end code not just start it and leave it hanging, i was able to sort out the problems! why this gives me so much joy im not entirely sure, as it was a pathetic mistake to start with, but its a little step towards my grand master plan of taking of the world i suppose. one step at a time meg, one at a time.

improvements

im trying to alter, improve, update, renovate and generally get this blog looking better than it currently is. i still like the set up and the format, amazingly i haven't got bored of it yet (perhaps because im the writer not the reader so don't see the pandas all the time) but there are major areas that are in need of maintenance. i have been rather neglectful of certain features, oh such as the lists which weren't meant to be daily but were almost meant to be updated more regularly than, oh, the last entry from 2 months ago. so yesterday, with some free time on my hands, and a computer geek just an email away, i set to work, not very convincingly, on making some changes. the first and most important being to change the font size of the lists; the font was huge and taking up way too much space, the other main feature was to limit the italics every so slightly. well after being mocked for using code such as , which to my saviour actually turned out to be correct, and a billion emails exclaiming my frustration, resentment, confusion and pure stupidity, i managed to change the font size. woohoo. one small step for others, a huge one for meg.. and all that. until i discovered the wonderful presence of the move; the bottom counter bar and disclaimer has now decided to leap across the screen, much to my horror. so please be patient while these changes take place, and expect some ridiculous things to happen, as unfortunately my coding skill is, well, umm, non existent to say the least. the geek will help out soon, and all will be rectified. in the meantime, it helps me waste hours of time that i should be doing work in, something that i will love this blog forever for. despite having important meetings tomorrow. damn.

childhood favourites

there are certain things in life that when you experience them again, just take you right back to happy days of being smaller than everyone else, and happy about it. i had a bizarre but determined craving for raisin bread yesterday- something i haven't had since i was about 8 years old. my mum would get it every now and again for us, as something out of the ordinary, instead of boring plain old bread for breakfast and school lunch sarmies. my most favourite thing in the world when i was small was to have raisin bread toast, buttered while warm so the butter melts into the bread, with tea for breakfast. i was a simple child to please apparently as if you gave me this for breakfast, i would be your best friend for life. it seems that that love for the bread has lasted right through until adulthood, as my serious craving indicated yesterday. so on my way home, when feeling drained and tired from therapy, i stopped by bread ahead, a place so dear and close to my heart, as it makes the best bread in town. i instantly turned into a kid in a candy store; all these baked treasures just waiting for me to buy them. it was ridiculous, the sales ladies must have laughed for hours afterwards. on top of it all, i was hungry, so ended up buying around 6 metric tons of various breads and treasures, much to my own delight. the first thing i did when i got home was to make toast, coffee and giggle to myself at how simple and awesome raisin bread was. I've just had it for breakfast again, and i tell you, its the greatest thing known to man.
apparently im just as simple an adult as i was a kid to please. and you think you grow out of certain things, and get more complicated and sophisticated as you get older. dont be fooled, there's a little child dying for raisin bread in you all. ha ha.

time

its amazing how quickly one gets used to things- over the last three days, ive become completely accustomed to the fact that work doesnt exist, and that life is a good time full of baking, fun, movie watching and boozing- all of which are never a bad combination. so much to my disappointment and sorrow, its the start of a whole new week today, which means deadlines do in fact occur sooner than you think they do, and that one actually has to do some work to validate getting paid; especially when one has to present to the municipality what one has (not) been working on within a week. not a fun thing to realise on a bright, sunny, brisk monday morning. the problem is i could totally get used to this holiday thing. i like it far too much. now the trick is to try to fool my body and mind into working again, something that is more of a complex problem than you could imagine. ha.

life.

i seem to be lacking in life interaction skills these days, and its getting worse and getting me nowhere. perhaps its the dilemma of growing up, perhaps its just my lack of ability, but this life thing seems to be getting the better of me, and i have no idea when it all got so complicated and convoluted. strange game, where you don't know the rules, the players have hidden skills that you lack, and the puzzles appear without solution or any hope in site; through all of this, you must run and juggle your way towards the end, regardless of having no clue about what direction it is in, or what form this end prize may take. this game sucks. i wish it came with an instruction booklet.

sometimes its just not worth getting out of bed| and there's no cake this morning|| hard times.

amusements

on the way into town this morning to drop my car off for a general service, i passed a guy pushing a huge trolley of cardboard and metals; a not too uncommon site but one with such a beautiful twist. he was wearing a "junk mail" tshirt, one that had truly seen some better days, what with no sleeves and more hole than shirt left. the back print said in big bold letters, "want a new man in your bedroom? junk mail can find all sorts of things!".

its times like these that i kick myself for not having a camera permanently tied around my neck.

raindows

i do love it that ive been spelling or typing rainbows wrong for so long without even noticing- its not that i dont know how to spell it, just it never looked wrong my way. ha.
so i awoke yesterday with a strange bear form next to me, which took me awhile to adjust to seeing as we supposedly had broken up the day before- amusing, its now a running joke. got relationship issues and problems? break up and only then will you start having fun and like one another again! so its been awesome- i love this break up, it seems the best one ever! haha. that and i got to have cake (the best carrot cake from oscars ever) for breakfast again. i tell you, everyone should start their day with killer confectionaries and uber strong coffee. it appears that i have an increasing soft spot for carrot cake; its like a childhood blanket, such comfort in a small slice of baked goods.

things are slowly getting better on my side; have started the long, hard and painful process of psychotherapy- and am still finding it strange to get used to paying someone to sit and listen to my thoughts, issues and stupid conjectures. it going to be a long and difficult process, but i hope it helps and that my brain is on the mend.
perhaps i should just keep eating cake and all will be fine?! never a bad thing.

hard times

it seems that i have writers block these days; perhaps a new term for new technologies in that i now have blog block?! there is so much and nothing at all happening in life at the moment, and i just don't really know how to fit it all together in my own head, let alone fill you loving internet in on it all. just don't feel that i have neglected you. i still care intensely, still filled with the love of our happy relationship, just have block. its not you, its me my dear. things will be back and running shortly; where we will be able to spend hours discussing the finer details of such interesting things i do, like what i made for dinner or a multitude of equally riveting topics. soon, i promise. i just have the small and minor task of creating a presentation for tomorrow to present to the municipal council. nothing important. just a little terrified for it thats all.

domestic goddess

so it seems that this newly found kitchen domesticity love thing is getting out of hand already; proof of this lies in a) my flickr account being filled by food pics and cooking processes and b) endless dreams last night about different variations of pie that i could make (the problem of reading a pie and tart recipe book all afternoon). it just never seems to end; constantly thinking about the endless possibilities of food i could make does actually get tiring, and rather exhausting in fact. i think i need a new hobby; either that or i should actually do some work one of these days and fill my brain with interesting facts and relevant information that pays my salary. you see, in case you haven't already worked it out, I've taken the last few days off, without telling my boss, or letting anyone know; oh the joys of working from home. hence the large volume of cookery that has been occurring, as its simply cause its so much more fun to do than work that i hate and want to quit already. i am becoming terrible at this whole thing, constantly thinking that well i should really be working, but validating shopping and cooking is too easy for me, and well that report seems like it will never be finished and its rubbish anyway so why bother.
ha it does get worse however, as im already plotting to go to jozi next weekend for a 'break'- from what, the stresses of cooking?!