My little packs of wonderful.

Never tickle a sleeping dragon.

Lucille, how you tease me so. d(^_^)b

THE VASCO ERA. Enough said.

The pasta turned out fantastic. The sauce especially brought this fresh taste to it. I'm told that it was amazing.

And I made the treacle toffee today. It turned out much better than when I'd practiced it at home. I did end up spilling treacle on the bench, but a little puddle is okay compared to a blackened stovetop at home that required much scrubbing since I hadn't used a big enough pot. (which I learnt from and got this huge one today. Still bubbled really huge but didn't overflow, thank goodness.)

This toffee is enough to glue your mouth shut for a while.

As my friend Jewels learnt the hard way.

I still have to wrap the squares up into little packs of wonderful for the gift bags.

Worked on my media music video. Bridezilla's Queen of Hearts.

I shall leave you some lyrics from Oh Sam, a Vasco Era track.

I wanna find a soul in a land that's died,

A soul in a land that's turning round

Wasting time . . .

Can't look them in the eye

As I'm walking home

To you

Cause they know what I have done

What I have done

First two lines are a nice metaphor for life, yes?

It's been the most random week.

Life has been nice to me. Very nice indeed.

Jackson Firebird/Oddity/The Vasco Era . . . THE VASCO ERA. My new music crush. OFFICIAL RECOMMENDATION.

"Pure Blood Pasta" for my food tech folio went . . . really nose breaking, blood streaming well.

Then I drained it and used it for my pasta.

. . . kidding.

Food dye. I'm incredibly happy with the colour. Exactly how I wanted it.

After making it I dried it. Preservation and stuff.

I cook it later this week, along with Treacle Toffee.

. . . finally got around to watching A VERY POTTER MUSICAL. Now to watch the sequel. :P

Hope you're living and not dying.

Hello stress. My new enemy.

The smile on your face lets me know that you need me. :P Somewhat cheesy, but hey, it works. So things at school are like "OMG I'M GOING TO DIEEEEEE", and at the same time "I love this moment, right here, right now".

Negatives? Things are slipping. I went a few days without thinking about Castiel until he was brought up in conversation. D:

My room is a mess somehow. I don't remember how things got so messy.

The positives of this new stress (which has

been caused by my HARRY POTTER themed food tech folio, just another example of what I've described above)? Maybe I'll lose some weight. Want to get fitter. So that I'm not ashamedly huffing when I have to run. :P

So I've been snapping at people. Which I never really do purposely. Not that this is on purpose. Oh lordy.

...and I've been fairly mixed up lately. BLAH.

Random-picture-describing-my-emotions time!

Well.

Been having such a good time these holidays, it's almost like I've been waiting for the other shoe to drop. Well, when I haven't been surrounded by friends and internal chatter. Had a stab at some poetry the other day, but it didn't really lead anywhere. Sigh. The next True Blood episode isn't out for a few days, so I've been left to grudgingly do homework and think about bothering Snape.

Life's crazy right now. Or maybe it's all in my head. Not like that hasn't happened before.

Oh, plus, I forgot to say, I'll add the season four title card to my list of favourite Supernatural title sequences.

And let's throw in a random Eric Northman pic.

*crickets*

Well. Haven't blogged in a while. Mainly because there's no crazy catastrophes to report lately. Everything's fine I guess. Until September, no particular reason to Castiel picspam.

Enter True Blood. :D

This is a list of my favourite things . . .

. . . about Supernatural. Saw 5x22, the season finale. It was intended as the series finale, but the network picked it up for a sixth season. I would've been happy if it was a series finale, Eric Kripke gave the show a great send off before stepping down as a writer and runner of the show.

After the season finale I have only one thing to say.

ASSBUTT.

. . . that is all.

Now, favourites list.

Favourite title sequence? A tie between season 2 and 5.

Favourite episode? A really tough one, I can't pick any one. According to tv.com, tis is what the top ten ranking looks like. 1-6, 8 and 9 are all season five episodes. I have to say, I agree with most of them. I'm disappointed that 'Are You There God? It's Me, Dean Winchester' wasn't on the list, Castiel was so awesome and it involved people coming back to life. 'Changing Channels' speaks for itself.

1 Two Minutes to Midnight
2 Swan Song
3 Point of No Return
4 Hammer of the Gods
5 The Devil You Know
6 Dark Side of the Moon
7 All Hell Breaks Loose (2)
8 The End
9 99 Problems
10 Lazarus Rising

Favourite demon? Crowley, of course. Everything he's said is quotable. 'Specially when he get in one of those yelling moods. Plus, he has his own hellhound. ULTIMATE WIN.

Season three Ruby would've had to be next on the list.

Favourite Supernatural weapon? RUBY'S KNIFE. As seen above. After that would be Sam's shotgun.

Favourite archangel? GABRIEL. Enough said. Of course, he spends most of the time posing as the Trickster, so his awesomeness isn't fully appreciated.

Favourite character? You know who I'm talking about. Understated, but managing to stand his own with both boys in the room, he is just beyond awesome.

CASTIEL.

CONVENTION.

OH MY WOW. Got back from the convention, so I want to type some stuff up so that I don't forget.

1) Misha Collins was so charming and tall and MISHA OF AWESOME. Met him/photo/autograph? Check those off my to do list. Will be uploading the photos when I get home. :D
2) At certain points, the fangirl in me burst forth and flew, if only for a day.
3) Jim Beaver's excitement at finally being able to visit Australia was so . . . wow. He was just so . . . wow.
4) Samantha Ferris, Rob Benedict (he's in a BAND?!) and Julie McNiven were also awesome. I wish I had enough money for autographs from all of them.
5) Was not able to get as much merchandise as I wanted, mainly because the range kinda sucked.

I am SOOOOOOOOO glad that I was able to go today, and I owe it all to a certain person . . . Mel. She's put up with me this whole weekend, and words can't express my gratitude for her letting me crash at her place.

WARNING: MAJOR SPOILER for 5x19

The following screencap is so terrifyingly heartbreaking and mind boggingly awful. MAJORLY spoils 5x19, and so, you have been warned, DO NOT CLICK if you absolutely DO NOT wish to be spoiled. You have been warned . . .

WARNING: ranting.

And we're got to find other ways to make it alone, but keep a straight face. Here comes my rant.

I'm tired of feeling like the slow, useless, stupid person in the room. I'm tired of being the nice girl that finishes last. I'm tired of being nothing. I'm tired of being taken for granted. I'm tired of hiding behind this big cardboard cut out of who everyone thinks I am. I'm tired of everyone thinking I'm smart, when my grades are just slipping further every time I look.

I want to be happy, my mentality caught up with everyone else, and I want to be normal.

But I may as well be listing things I'll never have.

General Supernatural 5x18 discussion/worshipping.

"Point of No Return"? WOW. Many MOAs (moments of awesome) and as it was the 100th episode, I guess that's in the criteria. Won't spoil too much, but this is a MUST SEE ep. Cas beat up Dean, but understandable considering the last few episodes. Liked the Zachariah angle at the beginning, gave him a almost human angle. Though I wasn't sorry about what happened near the end, he kinda had that coming, the way he was screwing with the boys.

TWO WEEKS.

TWO WEEKS - EXACTLY - until the convention. The excitement's starting to grow. And I've figured out how to hook up my phone to Facebook (text messages over mobile web), so I'll be updating. Hopefully won't be too bored on the way to Melbourne. The day of the convention shall have MAY fangirly statuses from me. :D

Supernatural awesomeness.

WOAH PROMO PITCHURE. 5x20. I can't even think about this one yet, I'm in the process of getting 17 and 18 as I type. Angsty Dean's getting a bit . . . ehhh. And CASTIEL BEATS UP DEAN IN EPISODE 18. The convention's not too far away . . . :D but CHANNEL TEN CANCELLED SUPERNATURAL AGAIN. After THREE episodes (5x9). Beware the fangirl wrath.

Life, how much do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I AM EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD. Yeah. Hasn't really sunk in yet. So I may as well talk about other things. Am yet to see Supernatural 5x17, and coming up is 5x18 . . . EPISODE ONE HUNDRED. Wow.

I shall list the rare treasures life has thrown my way. When they do come my way, I'm feeling the happiest.

• Bear hugs, cuddles, the lift and spin hug . . . well, any hug really.
• A Supernatural episode that makes my jaw drop and keeps it hanging there.
• Cups of hot chocolate. Well, not really rare, but still.
• Rainy nights and thunderstorms.
• Songs that get in my head, really good ones and stay there. Especially the really sweet ones.
• The lift and hug spin. I know I've already said this, but it can't be said enough. It's beyond words how awesome it is. Being picked up off the ground makes me feel better. :D

Less than one week. Ehhh. New discoveries.

Happy Easter. I hope you enjoyed the chocolate pig out. I personally didn't feel like it this year, but no matter. Made Oreo flavoured ice cream yesterday, tasted it tonight . . . and it was so much better than simply eating an Oreo. It had the whole cookies-and-cream thing going on. It might just be my new thing. I'll definitely be making some more, mainly for Friday.

Five days to go. More like four, at the time of this post.

Supernatural Episode "Dark Side of the Moon" (Yeah, I keep up with the US. Included in the definition of fangirl. Cause I'll all that). So sad. And yet, so brilliant. I recommend this ep, no, I prescribe it for any fan. I shall not spoil, only mention . . . a few loved characters return for this ep and one particularly dirty angel has a cringeworthy moment in the spotlight {not Cas. Cas is no dirty angel ;)} . I shall only include the sypnosis and some pictures.

Ambushed by angry hunters, Sam and Dean are shot and killed and sent to Heaven. Castiel warns Dean that Zachariah is looking for them in Heaven so they need to lay low while searching for an angel named Joshua who can help them since he talks directly to God. While searching for Joshua, the brothers run into some old friends and family members.

♪ All The Right Moves by OneRepublic

If you've wanted something for weeks, months, even years; wished for it until every fibre in your being feels like it's on fire, and you suddenly get it . . . what if, during the process, you've found something new, and so your original wish isn't so desperately wanted . . . how are you supposed to feel? What if, by having your wish granted, you create additional pain for yourself? What now?

. . . one week to go.

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.

Hello, me.

Well, I haven't blogged in a while. It's almost like saying hello to myself.

Hello, me.
Heyyyyyyy.

How you doin'?

Yeah, alright, I guess. You?

Ehhhhh. Don't really know. Lots of stuff. You know.

Yeah, I do know.

Okay then. Just wanted to say hey.

Alrighty. :P

So, yes. I worked for a couple of weeks, and that gave me a little someting to fill my pocket, at least temporarily. ot the complete boxed set of Friends, and also season one of Dexter, season four of Supernatural and . . . *drumroll, please* . . . A CHANCE TO GO TO THE SUPERNATURAL CONVENTION IN MAY.

Yes, I'm still a Supernatural fan - I've now fully made the leap from fandom to fangirl. It's pretty great. :D I'm mostly concentated on Castiel/Misha Collins . . . who will be at the convention. *fangirl faint*

Can't wait until May. Going down to Melbourne that weekend, and hopefully I can crash at my friend Mel's. Missed her soooooo much since moving away, and we haven't seen each other for about a year . . . seeing Mel and Misha Collins? Itll be the best weekend ever. :D

nanowrimo

New term at school, and a whole new bunch of craziness. Mainly, because I'm seriously considering participating in the National Novel Writing Month. A 50,000 word novel in the month of November: 30 days. Would put a serious halt to my Catty series, but I am yet to hear back from Penguin Books, and it sounds rather challenging. Might actually be fun. Who knows? So I'll be signing up today. It'd be great to get some support, but anyway, hopefully I can fit this in. I really want to fit this in. It's more quantity than quality, and anyway, I got an idea a couple of days ago that'd I'd been thinking about up until now. Perfect timing, or what?!

Fingers crossed.

Phooey.

It's been a little while since I've blogged, I'm ashamed of myself. :( I've managed to listen to the Coldplay album Parachutes, and am particularly addicted to the tracks "Don't Panic", "Shiver", "Sparks", "Trouble", "Parachutes", "We Never Change", "Life Is for Living" and "Carfeful Where You Stand". Parachutes has nothing on A Rush of Blood to the Head or Viva La Vida or Death and All His Friends, but it's still really good.

The school production was possibly an experience I'll always remember - not on the top of the list, but it's right up there! Plus I may actually do it again for the next one: being part of the backstage crew was awesome, just all the people I was able to meet and all the things I was able to do . . . just . . . wow.

Also went to the school ball last Friday, which is something I've never done. I enjoyed it heaps. :D

And as if dressing up last Friday wasn't enough, this Friday my Lit class gets to have a tea party, and dress up as our favourite literary characters! So I'm going as Luna Lovegood from Harry Potter - blonde wig,tacky glasses and all. What a great way to celebrate the end of the term . . . and the start of the holidays. This term was possibly the best one I've had in a while, excepting the last term of last year. :D

Busy, busy, busy.

So now that I've sent the book, I seem to be having ideas about a second, maybe even a third book. Like a trilogy. It's shaping itself so effectively that all I really have to do is fill the gaps! New sequences are just appearing to me, and I just HAVE to write them down, even at 2:30am. Although if the first one isn't all that successful, then . . . well . . . I may have to stop there. Here's hoping I don't have to.

Meanwhile, I'm helping backstage at the school production. :D Should be a lot of fun. Also, been watching clips at juliansmith.tv and this guy is AWESOME. Highly recommended. SUBSCRIBE.