One can of chic peas Roasted, peeled and seasoned red capsicum Halved mini roma tomatoes, yellow and red Green beans, soaked in lemon juice, olive oil, pepper and water, and sliced Balsamic vinegar Olive oil Chilli flakes Treacle. No shit, I put treacle in my salad. It thicken the dressing so it distributes evenly and the sweetness works well with the balsamic.
Topped with tofutti cream cheese and fresh basil. OM NOM
Of all the ways I could spend my Saturday night, I spent mine making a chocolate tart. I am obviously a party animal.
I even made the base marbled, kinda. It tastes a lot better than it looks through my phone, trust me. I'd offer you a slice, but chances are, it's probably already been eaten by the time you read this.
I have learned not to depend on you, yet when I finally ask you of one motherly task, you go ahead and fuck it up again. You say you will change, yet I bet you will sleep in till two again tomorrow, just like the last seven years of your wasted life. I can't even remember what the old you, that you so often claim, was like. Thanks for everything you never were.
Over the past two days I have spent nine hours cleaning out the bedroom. I have emptied out four bags of clothes, three of shoes, one of board games, three of garbage and scrap papers, one of hats, and two of miscellaneous items. How I managed to fit all that stuff in my room, I don't know, but somehow it still looks just as full. However it is allot neater.
Sorting through things I found a shit load of buttons, beads, badges, notes and other crap, but the amount of photo both pictures I found was ridiculous. Maybe I should buy a photo album.
Year seven, what the fuck is up?
Vu, Ted, Myself, Jackie, Bailey and Kate.
Lenin, Michaela, Elise, Jacob, Camille.
This one is only from the weekend, but hey! Camille, Jesse, Vance and I
Holy shit some of these are ridiculous.
I don't think I had life...
This one is from the year before last I think? Anyway, I miss Imogen and her Werribee antics. Allot.
This one time, at (band) camp, I put on fifty nine items of clothing, backwards. That's about all that I wish to share for today.
Louisa gave us a lift down. The views were pretty.
My stuff got messier every day;
It was a bit too chilly for swimming on the first day, so we just looked at the water instead.
I think we stared at the sea for to long, as Camille started hallucinating.
The house was awesome too. There was also a mirror directly in front of the toilet. I think I drank around a litre of water an hour just so I would have an excuse to sit in front of the mirror and pull faces at myself. Hours of fun.
I also drew this;
I think this is the only decent photo that my phone has ever taken. I kinda wish I brought a real camera now.