It's coming . . .

. . . two weeks. Two weeks. TWO WEEKS. Until I turn 18.

I have no words to express my excitement. So I'll just post this deviantart.com picture of Castiel. Hopefully you get the idea.

Warning: Do not read if you have a weak stomach. Just in case.

In spirit of the new blog and title, I thought I may as well blog about quite a weird catastrophe. May not seem like a big deal to the ordinary person, but this affects my life every now and then.

So you're sitting at a restaurant with some newly met people. You open the menu - so many choices! - and feel your stomach give this awkward lurch. Having no idea where this feeling comes from, you ignore it and happily pick something. You fill the in-between time with chatter, feeling perfectly fine.

And then . . .

. . . your plate arrives. And it looks great.

But all of a sudden, you feel like this. You can't ignore it any more. Waves of nausea.

You have to excuse yourself.

. . . well, maybe not you. More like . . . me.

I myself call it an "irrational fear of fine dining". It's been this way as long as I can remember. Actually, it's a lot better controlled nowadays, considering the days when I was 7- age and actually throwing up. I remember one particular birthday party . . . actually, I wish I didn't at all. It was THAT bad.

All I know is, these types of situations tend to trigger it. I have no idea why. It feels AWFUL. I feel more at home eating off my lap, watching TV.

That a reasonable catastophe?

:D

19 days until my birthday. 48 days until my Melbourne/convention trip. YAY. Went out for a friend's birthday celebration last night, and at this point, life can't get any better. :D

Photoshop and Friends rant

I've made and put up the new banner . . . and I LOVEEEEE it. Been a while since I've Photoshopped, and I'd forgotten how much I love doing it. I could Photoshop for hours . . . but this banner's definitely encouraged myself to keep blogging. :D

Friends! Ever since I bought the complete boxed set, it's been such a useful procrastinating tool. Not that I want to be procrastinating this year of any . . . final year of high school . . . digression. I'll be talking about my favourite Friends eps.

Two particular episodes come to mind. The One With All The Thanksgivings and The One Where Ross Got High. The One With All The Thanksgivings involves dredging up memories of thanksgivings and turkeys on people's heads. Enough said.

The One Where Ross Got High is just hilarious. Monica and Ross's parents, Jack and Judy (I laughed too) have come over, and Chandler wants their approval, they seem to hate him for no apparent reason. Ross remembers a time in "college" when he'd been high and blamed the smell on Chandler when his parents came to investigate. Rachel tries cooking a dessert, but ends up making half an English trifle and half a shepard's pie because the pages stuck together; everyone has to pretend to like it, but Joey actually likes it!

"What’s not to like? Custard? Good. Jam? Good. Meat? Gooooood."

Ross and Joey want to go to Janine's party with all her dancer friends, and Phoebe gets a mild crush on Jack because she dreamed he saved her from a burning building. He ends up dream-cheating on her.

The four stories end up colliding in such a fantastic way.

Ross: Mom, Dad, you remember that-that time you walked in my room and smelled marijuana?
Mr. and Mrs. Geller: Yes. (They look at Chandler angrily.)
Ross: Well I told you it was Chandler who was smoking the pot but it was me. I’m sorry.
Mrs. Geller: It was you?
Monica: And Dad, y’know that mailman that you got fired? He didn’t steal your Playboys! Ross did!
[The Gellers stare at Ross. Ross looks at his parents with an afraid, shocked look.]
Ross: Yeah, well, Hurricane Gloria didn’t break the porch swing, Monica did!
[The Gellers glare at Monica.]
[Joey, Phoebe, and Rachel are sitting at the table, looking at the Geller siblings like they’re weirdos.]
Monica: Ross hasn’t worked at the museum for a year!
[The Gellers glare at Ross.]
Ross: Monica and Chandler are living together!
[The Gellers glare at Monica, shocked]
[Monica and Chandler both are shocked. Ross gives Monica a “take that!” look.]
Monica: Ross married Rachel in Vegas! And got divorced! Again!!!!
[The Gellers glare at Ross.]
Phoebe: (joining in) I love Jacques Cousteau!
Rachel: (reading the recipe magazine, finally figuring out that...) I wasn’t supposed to put beef in the trifle!
Joey: (pounding the table) I wanna gooooooo!
Mrs. Geller: (rubbing her temples) That’s alot of information to get in in thirty seconds. Alright Joey, if wanna leave, just leave. Rachel, no you weren’t supposed to put beef in the trifle. It did not taste good. Phoebe, I’m sorry, but I think Jacques Cousteau is dead. (Phoebe makes a sad face.) Monica, why you felt you had to hide the fact that you were in an important relationship is beyond me.
Mr. Geller: And we kinda figured about the porch swing.
Mrs. Geller: Ross, drugs? Divorced? Again?
Mr. Geller: What happened son?
Ross: I-I uh, I got tricked into all those things!

Awesome. :D

Um, what?

"Hey Mish, your blog looks different" . . . well, I'm renaming and reformatting, and I've also changed the url, so if you're already following me, apparently this isn't a problem. Say hello to the more appropriate 'My life just happens to contain crazy catastrophes". :P The purple thing got a little old to be honest, so I'm hoping the change will encourage me to blog more. quiglety madness, BE GONE. Haven't written songfics in quite a while, so I guess I've dropped it.

I still have the old banner, but I'll be making a new one ASAP.