September has been busy. I'm not entirely sure how I've managed to keep this up this month, but somehow I have, and I think it's been good for me. I've had a ridiculous number of lovely visitors... My two major exes Martin and Huw have both been down to stay, plus old school friends Sam, Mike (and their partners Ceri and Emily), and Gareth. Uni friends Michael, Lucy and Lyall also popped down for the day. Add into the mix extremely busy work times, exciting Alex DJing night and a whole bunch of other fun stuff... I'm tired. But happy. Tired and happy. Here's to a hopefully slightly quieter (but no less fun) October.
Having said that I had a busy month, the most exciting thing to happen on September 1st was eating a bag of milky way magic stars. They're just SO GOOD though, right?
The 2nd was when Huw came to visit. He was visiting David really (our housemate and another of my best old school friends), but we roped him into eating a big bowl of risotto and playing a game of Galaxy Trucker. It was nice. And didn't play out at all like a scene from Scott Pilgrim.
Um… brains are weird?
YAY DYMO! This one looks kind of weird because a) I'm bad at drawing and b) it's the kiddie version so it's designed for little hands. I want one. (A dymo not a child)
David is doing a cosplay in a couple of months… I don't know who the character is, but he clearly really likes belts. We spent an entertaining half hour with David stood in the middle of the living room, trying to work out how an earth it was all meant to strap together. Fun.
This is a fairly accurate depiction of the most ridiculously rained upon I think I've ever been. Me and Alex set off to cycle to Bevendean, but were rapidly thwarted by apocalyptic rain and HAIL. It actually HURT. When I stepped off my bike at the Elm Grove lights in defeat, my converse-clad foot went into a puddle halfway up my calf. It was nuts. And stopped nearly as soon as it started, so by the time we got home, drenched and miserable, the sun was coming out again!
Not sure what happened to my body. Just woke up in the middle of the night feeling horrifically nauseous, and then spent the next day feeling very mopey and miserable and gross. Boo. I love my bed though.
Picked a load of elderberries from the garden. I'm unhappy about how many spiders there are in the garden, and now Mildred has moved out (THIS IS VERY SAD but she's gone to live with her real owner in a probably-much-more-awesome coop) there's no one around to eat them!
Sometimes I worry that I'm actually really really terrible at being around people and everyone thinks I'm awful but tolerates me out of pity. This was one of those evenings. Lovely people though.
This isn't a particularly creative one, but I just want to alert everyone to the existence of the Chilli Pickle's INSANE takeaways. Alex described it as 'like a cardboard mansion where every room is a foodstuff'. This is my annotated version of the diagram that comes with it.
I don't even know if I should like Grand Theft Auto, but we watched David play it for a bit when he was first getting started and I think it's pretty brilliant.
AND IT WASN'T EVEN THAT GREAT IN THE END
Excitingly, at this point, I finished my first visual diary book! Which, if you're interested in what all the faint lines were in the background, was this.
I decided I liked the size, so figured I'd give moleskines a try. I like the new book - it's nice to have a thinner book which will lie flat better on the scanner, but the paper is a little thin and ink tends to bleed through (despite the paper feeling similar to the previous book). It's my own fault though, I should just buy proper sketchbook with proper thick paper, but I don't like the feel of the thicker paper. I am difficult. Anyone know of a good sketchbook which has thin paper but ink doesn't bleed through?
Anyway, first visual diary in my new book is about my boobs. YAY BOOBS.
Well, BOO BOOBS in this case, as I've always found throughout my life, whenever I put on even the slightest bit of weight, the first places it goes on are my already slightly pudgy tummy and my already far too large boobs. Miserable.
TMI, but this bra is an F cup. F!! Boys get apparently get excited about the idea of DD's, but F is almost a bit weird and gross really. Ah well. This bra makes them look normal again, rather than the dreaded 'quad-boob' which I was starting to get with some of my older bras. Gross.
Gareth came to visit so we slept in Alex's room for a few days. I like it in there but futons make me ache, and by the end of the week I was glad to get back into my own squishy(er) bed.
Fairly self explanatory, but this was an interesting puddings day. In the evening we went to Food for Friends (excellent) for David's birthday, and as well as amazing main courses, we had that rare thing where everyone ordered a different pudding, and everyone individual was really really pleased with what they had, and didn't have any pudding envy/regret upon seeing other peoples. Lovely.
However earlier on I'd tried to make some flapjacks for David because he loves cereal, so I made them out of his favourite cereal. But despite following the recipe perfectly, they stubbornly refused to come out of the pan, and in the end I just had to pry them out with a blunt knife which left me with a sticky mound of shapeless clumps of flapjack. Disappointing.
However, after doing this diary I actually tasted them and they're pretty great… and the tupperware full of clumps has disappeared into David's room, so I can only assume they're going down well.
Went over to my granny's for her 93rd birthday party. She had these great napkins so I stole one and made this. I'm still not very good at drawing people.
More next month. Hopefully no more slugs next month.