Mr.Tayto COMPLETE

Motivation is Hard

After trying encouragement...

I moved to threats.

Neither worked.

My New Winter Boot

Brenda likes them.

Does these mean I'm no longer cool

Procrastinating + Snow = Tiny Igloo

Update: Scribbles wrecked it, but loved it.


So i use a tiny lunch box to make the "bricks".

BAM!

Then i got bored. or you could say creative????

TY's


Just casually drying on the rads.

Things I brought from home

Shit photos but, anyways.

3 pack!

Fresh troops.

17 bruises, not kidding.

Also, this is my room. I'll clean it soon mom, promise.

Not pictured, a makeup bag full of confetti. Explanations?

A real proper growd up

Card carrying and all

A new game.

Big Bird. He took ages cos o paint. I hate paint.

9min 18 sec

No.1
I'll be asked to draw some animal and will be timed by Ms Susan or anyone. This one wasn't timed tho, meh. anyway ill upload em to here. Boi

This n That

He's a goner.

a load of felt n a friend who hearts cupcakes results in a cupcake badge.

Mail is fun

I love that Mam knows exactly what I'm like and what I need.

Her letter contained a sweet little note, a brown envelope so I can mail details and get my grant PLUS a coin purse (special engraved) for, and I quote, when you are going out on the town. It's so I don't lose any more precious cards.

Shit buzz

Ikea's all out of Mulig clothes racks and you can't be arsed investigating alternatives?

Suck it Swedes, makeshift wardrobe it is. Alls you need is a ribbon from the towel set and 2 nails that were already in the wall.

p.s, one of those items is not a dress, guess which.

Smiling Like A Fool, Napping Like A Demon

I got post. S'awesome. I have a love hate relationship with the postal system. But all that goes out the window when I see my haul.

Deadly, Meanies.

Some homemade cake. Chocolate on a stick for dipping in hot chocolate. Viscounts. Mmm. Minstrels and TWO packs of polo mints. Oh Mammy.

Some sort of book. I don't read much. But I appreciate it. Good of me, riiight.

you can't read it but it says Chocolat Chocolat. Handmade by Miriam

And here are some snaps of a food shop I did a while back. Back when I was excited about cooking for myself. Now it's tired and boring. I only like cooking for others, so I can show off and be pretentious. And overuse garlic and pesto. Sigh.

Have a nice day

Still love you beeeebe.

But turns out Johnson's making me work at a conference all weekend, see you on Monday and we can make up for that dinner I missed, kay? xoxo

Passive Aggressive Notes

I am a slob, a sloth and a laze. My bedroom is generally a kip. My method of cleaning my room is to hide everything in the wardrobe or to put everything in the wash. Although I lack giving a shit to make my bed everyday or to pull my curtains (or draw? the point is they're rarely closed as that means pulling them open again), the one thing I do have is SHAME. Yes, it is shame that drives me to hide the crap from the floor in my cupboard. Shame that makes me run several steps up the stairs before any guest in order to quickly knock some empty mugs into an open drawer. I for one think that shame is a beautiful characteristic, keeps us from being too real, human and downright gross. Some people lack this shame. And it's a bit gross. Salmonella? No ta.

Admittedly this picture is fine. Just that there is food left in the pot. For how long? Can I use that pot?

SO I left a note. Hope the grammar and tone was OK. And I still want them to think that I'm cool

Playing Catch With EU Cheese

MAMA sent another package. 2 in 2 weeks, wow. I feel, what's that word? Loved? No. Feared. I mentioned to her that to have a few needles and pins would be a bit good. Ya know, for when winter falls and I need to darn my tights. And what do I get? A sweet sewing emergency kit.

• Left handed fabric scissors
• Dressmaker's pins
• Needles
• Strawberry pin cushion
• Thimble
• Stitch ripper
• Tailor's chalk
• That weird wheel thing with serrated edge
• Measuring tape
• Hook and eyes, safety pin, spare buttons
• Selection of coloured threads

Wow, looking at that list I feel like a brat. It's better than my kit at home.

Other goodies include; black bra, silvery bra, mini flake, insurance details, Bio Oil and and an un opened bottle of Boot's own Eye Wash...

wise words from bookmarkers

Just Sitting Around and Soaking Up Each Others' Awesomeness

SO some of the Hedwig followers have become a little bit envious of the life of an Erasmus kid. Sure, it's class. All sangria, euro tequila shots and creepy Spanish men with mullets. As much of a laugh it is, and as much as I like to gloat over many aspects of my new continental lifestyle, I think there is a part of me that is a little bit envious of my comrades back on home turf. Stuff that they're lucky to have:

Fresh milk.

Actual seasons.

The capacity to be witty, use word play.

Eeeeh that's all I can think of.

Free Things.

Never underestimate the amount of money locked up in bus ticket receipts. If you do, you're likely to just give them away for free, and you'll end up mightily out of pocket. Specifically, twenty Euro and fifteen cent out of pocket.

=

Then, you can go give blood. There's a bit on the form where It asks you if you've been in contact with monkeys or their 'fluids' recently. While being interrogated by the nurse, who asks you all the questions again, I asked whether anyone ever says yes to this question. Apparently about 2 people a year do. I thought at first that it must be those people who train monkeys in the circus, but apparently it's mostly just veterinary students.

Once you've proved that you're not a gay, or a drug user, or a foreigner, you get to give a pint of blood. It only takes about 8 minutes, but the record apparently is 3 minutes. Unfortunately, the speed depends on how big your veins are and not your heart rate, so it's pointless to get all your friends around for a blood-off because there's nothing you can do to ensure you'll win.

Then comes the free stuff. A canteen filled with sandwiches, timeouts, 7up, tea, Tayto Crisps and biscuits. It's class.

You can even eat the food if you couldn't give blood, just like this fat bastard did. 3 sandwiches and many time outs later, the nurse giving out the food wasn't best pleased.

Indie 'till the end

Shitbuzz, whilst cycling home from work just when I was getting smug about it and wondering why I ever got the bus I find myself lying on the ground cursing the day someone put a curb there. In a touching metaphor for life I clambered right back up, brushed it off and cycled home. However, when 3 days later the arm still won't straighten concerned family members decided it's perhaps time to get it checked out (mostly due to previous history of broken bones left to reset incorrectly..hem).

However, when lumbered with a standard grade white sling I decide this simply will not stand. Like any blogger worth their salt quickly slapped a sweet silk scarf on over it (with some help from a kindly first aid trained technician) et voila, statement injury wear for the 21st century girl about town.

Also, not to brag but getting it signed by Zach Condon'll also do the trick.

Nah, I am bragging. He's preeeetty.