Nothing says “I’m ignoring you revision” like…

BAKING CAKES!!!

Well, it’s not really baking is it if I only add an egg and water to some cake mix? But, it took away a good 30 minutes of my life, so, that’ll do.

A lot has happened since the last update. (Nothing too spectacular, unless, like me, you think celebrating your birthday and getting a hamster (not in that order) is really quite something.)

So first off, ooh, I can bring the cakes back. I brought cake mix to take my mind off some essays, but I needed eggs and couldn’t find them, I did ponder the possibility of a nation wide egg shortage, till I found the eggs in the place I weren’t looking for them. I assumed they’d be in the chill cabinets, but nope.

With the cakes not working and the constant worry of essays I decided to get a hamster. To take my mind off things. It worked, I almost took my mind off too much. But now all I seem to do is worry about Garth (the hammy). When I’m not pestering him and googling hamster illnesses (I should never be allowed a child. Good job I don’t want one), I’m thinking of ways to expand his cage, and daydreaming about all the toys he could have. Here’s the set up for now…

It was my Birthday may 5^th, and the fam came up. Mum, Dad and sister. We watched “Spiderman 3”, aww it was nice they’d sit through that for me. I took a moment. They seemed to like it, which was good. Did I like it? Hmm, it was no “Spiderman 2”, it has absolutely amazing moments, the cgi and action scenes were fantastic, but if all you can say about a film is that its action sequences were good, then the films failed. Also, some bits should never have been put to film. Ah well, at least it wasn’t as uncomfortable as “Notes on a Scandal”, I left that film a little more homophobic and Gerontophobic than when I entered. You could blame me, I blame the film. No way am I trusting old ladies, if one comes to talk to me, I’m getting the fuck away.

After “Spiderman 3” we went for an Indian, it was nice, I made a social faux-paus and split wine all over the table. How we laughed. It was fun, and typical.

Now I’ll leave you with a picture of Garth.