Posted by: Steph | | August 29, 2010

Saying Goodbye

To Adelaide!

Photoblog for the win.

Scrapbooking stuff for Monica πŸ˜€

Cupcakes with Danielle

She approves

Gettin' touristy with Anton and Emma

I love it when people turn my characters into pretty art

Adorable? Yes. Totally eat your face off? Yes.

One last trip to the UniBar

Edmund, meet Wentworth

We say farewell in style

I shall miss Shaun's lapdances -sniffles-

Unimpressed? Disinterested? Both?

Glowsticks for the win! Thanks James πŸ˜€

This guy = epic top bloke.

And this kid just rocks my rainbow toe socks

Mmmm pretty candles

One day her cuteness will cause my head to implode

There was valid reason for the awkward barnyard.

Thanks Elyse ❀

And Mez! πŸ˜€

Well played Adelaide. Well played.

78 hours and 11 minutes to go.

Posted by: Steph | | August 16, 2010

“Soooo good!”

I should really get into the habit of updating this. I’m incredibly poor at remembering to do things.

So what’s new? I’ve had three 21st birthdays since I last posted, plus been spending time with awesome people and occasionally baking (but trying to limit it). I finally got the bandage off my foot this morning, so I look like a normal person (although don’t try to get me to run like one). Had a girl’s night which was EPIC amounts of fun (I will merely say; “the unhappy meal”), and had a handful of people over one night because my parents were in Brisbane and I found myself bored as hell in the empty house. Ended up kicking on till 6.30 in the morning – never in my life have I been more grateful to get back to bed. Caught up with Monica and Bec, spent some one on one time with Elyse, headed into town with Emma and Damon and a handful of others. I probably did many more things, but frankly I’m too tired to think (SOMEONE has stuffed up my sleeping patterns =P).
Basically, my life is awesome right now. And filled with awesome people. Awesome.

In a completely unrelated note, the TV is advertising something called a “magic bullet” in the background, and it’s decidedly unnerving. Or maybe I just have a sick mind.

Canada prep is almost entirely completed. I am somewhere between being hugely excited and decidedly terrified. Mostly I’m choosing not to think about it so I can refrain from freaking out.

So since I am far too tired to really continue this in any sort of coherent manner, have some photos:

He's staring at me. He's trying to make me feel guilty about eating him.

Duke Wilfred Huffington the Third. Sir Wombat to his friends.

Awesome people, awesome times

And now I need sushi.
… and a nap.

Posted by: Steph | | July 20, 2010

Double Shot Blog

Be warned, this one’s image heavy.

So two things to share today. Firstly, I went to the zoo with Amy yesterday πŸ˜€ Amy is a gold member of zoos SA, so she gets free entry for herself and a friend. She also volunteers there, so on her way in to sort out some “official” stuff, she was kind enough to pick me up and take me with her.
I ADORE the zoo. In fact when I go to Toronto there’s a good chance I’ll take two days out just to make sure I see all of Toronto zoo haha.
But I digress.

Funi says hello

Have I mentioned that I LOVE bunnies? No? Okay. I FREAKING LOVE BUNNIES πŸ˜€ this one is named Bubbles

Joeys (I just realised I don't know the correct plural of Joey) chillin' in the sun

I'd love a pet quokka. Just to see people's blank expressions when I say "I have a quokka"

Yes, the tigers at Adelaide zoo ACTUALLY EXIST

And they go fishing with their tails it seems.

That looks... strangely comfortable actually

Lion Love!

I ADORE Wombats. I think I'll have to run a small wildlife rescue when I'm retired just to get my hands on one XD

Pensive meerkat is pensive

For Damon hehe

My favourite animal of all time - the red panda! Sadly ever since they moved their enclosure to be with the giant pandas, I've never seen these guys because they hide in their hut most of the day. I happened to catch one just as I was leaving. I melt! ❀

Was a good day πŸ˜€ although my ankle is killing me today as punishment. Clearly I am not permitted to walk that much.

So today I decided to bake something, predominantly because I have people coming over tonight who can consume it and also because it’s been ages since I’ve done so. Unfortunately, these REALLY didn’t turn out as nice as I hoped. I’ve been trying to find a recipe I once used a while ago, but I didn’t document where it came from. I’ve been eliminating the possibilities one by one, and sadly this was NOT it. Furthermore, the icing on this recipe was sub-par at best. As a result, I won’t post the recipe because honestly it’s not worth making yourself. However, enjoy some photos of the process!

In the beginning, there was butter, castor sugar and vanilla bean paste

Then self-raising flour and milk were added to this

These were baked, but the Steph was dissatisfied.

The icing also lacked that certain je ne sais quoi.

It also lead to an unholy amount of cleaning up

Steph then attempted to use a piping bag for the first time in her life... and it was not good.

But still...

It could have been worse.

So that’s my failure for the day. And yes I know the icing looks dreadful. I have no idea what possessed me to try green icing. And I’ve never attempted to properly pipe icing on before, and I proved to be very bad at it haha. Plus my piping bag was split and missing one of the attachments, so I’m pretty certain it was far more difficult than it should rightly be. It also didn’t help that the recipe for the icing itself was quite lacking, both in flavour and texture. Won’t be using that one again.

And now I am off… I think I might take a nap.

Posted by: Steph | | July 15, 2010


I apologise for the lack of updates. The reasoning is as follows:

1. Last minute assignments
2. Exams
3. Returning to work
4. Cramming as much social activity as is humanly possible into my days in hopes of seeing as many people as I can before I leave for Canada
5. I haven’t really been doing anything worth reading about.

So what can I tell you? I picked up a book for the first time in months and loved it. I read “Meridian” by Amber Kizer which I’d been eyeing off on for ages.

Behold the precious

Apparently it was FINALLY released here in Australia, because I happened across it in K-Mart when I was shopping with mum (we were purchasing winter clothing for Canada because it came to our attention that I don’t own any… I just never get cold here XD). Mum very kindly bought it for me. The literary equivalent of a chick-flick, but surprisingly well-written and surprisingly more original than most of the teen crap I’ve been reading (and loving) lately. However, I also decided to get a start on my plans to start reading “real” books (i.e. get the hell out of the young adult section in the book stores and start reading things that are actually going to improve my own writing). As a result, I’m currently reading “The Raw Shark Texts” by Steven Hall (another one I’ve been eyeing off at thebookdepository for a long time).

The only picture I could find of the version I have. It's so tiny XD

I’m very early into it, but I can’t seem to make up my mind as to whether I love it or am repulsed by it, and whether I find it brilliant or completely pretentious. I’m leaning towards loving it and thinking it’s brilliant so far. Either way, I’m pretty sure LSD was taken in the process of writing it. I’d explain what it’s about, but frankly it might cause your head to implode just a little bit.
… actually I totally have to tell you.
Essentially it’s about a guy who has a dissociative disorder (for those of you who haven’t wasted three years in a Psychology degree, that basically means that he doesn’t remember a single thing about his life), except he’s a bit weird because instead of recovering from it he keeps starting all over again and forgetting everything again. Only it turns out that he’s not mental. It turns out that… creatures… have found a way to live in the environment created by human communication. They have a very complex way of explaining it, but essentially the easiest way to put it is to say that they’re “conceptual” creatures… only alive and totally capable of doing damage. So what’s this got to do with the main character?
He’s being hunted by a mother-freaking existential shark. It’s eating his memories. That’s why he keeps forgetting everything.
I’ll give you a minute to absorb that.

Yep. I have to say though, if you can get passed the total weirdness of it that only an English student could love (and oh how we do <3), it’s incredibly well-written. I’m not far into it mind you, so it might end up being awful -shrugs-

He may not be real but he's totally gonna getcha.

So what else is new? Eh various things I’m too lazy to think about right now. Instead, have a portfolio piece that helped me get a decent grade in my creative writing subject this semester:

“I’m watching as he falls out of the lemon tree. His hands are scraped and he’s telling the young me not to worry because his mum’s a nurse and his dad’s a cop so he knows how to take care of himself. The young me grins stupidly, shyly, as though trying not to show the unforgotten concern.
She, or me I suppose, is seven. Already far too tall for her age and encased in puppy fat that will disappear one day but that she will never really believe is gone. I step out from my hiding place and hand the bewildered boy a band-aid. They both stare, this boy Shannan and this younger me. She is not pleased because she sees how Shannan looks at me, and knows immediately that a woman of twenty holds far more appeal to a fourteen year old boy than a seven year old girl ever could. I shoot her a sympathetic smile. I remember that jealousy.
β€œBetter get used to it.” I think, but keep it to myself.”

and have some more jibberish, unmarked and unedited, from my onepageperday nonsense:

“I’m waking from a dream. Consciousness is tearing at the corners of my eyes, violently criss-crossed and red and burning. A voice is screaming in my head.
“Wake up.”
It must be me I think. A strange jumbled accent that everyone is forever telling me I speak with as they guess where I’m from; America? England? Canada? I purse my lips and crush my eyelids tighter together. No, not yet. I don’t want to wake up yet. I’m beginning to feel the world around me, all of it rapidly coming into focus in my waking mind. I don’t want it. I struggle, fighting back the softness of my mattress pressing into the small of my back, fighting against the vague brightness of the morning light burning through my closed eyes. Please no. Not yet. ”

Awww why not one more:

“She blinks. She waits. She bites her lip and shifts her feet.
“I need to go.” she says, but she doesn’t explain why. She never was any good at being clear. I stare blankly and I know that she knows I’m annoyed. My arms are folded and I’m looking down at her like she’s a child. She’s unperturbed. It’s not me that’s making her nervous.
“I’m going.” She’s more forceful this time. I cock an eyebrow, just one, as though I’m daring her to do it. To take that step in the opposite direction.
“You can’t make me stay.” And there’s the girl I know. There’s the Nella I know. She’s stood up straight finally, eyes defiantly looking straight into mine. Now she looks real. Now she looks like the immoveable object I know her to be. I wave a hand, gesturing that she can leave. She doesn’t move. Remains perfectly still in her ballerina posture. This time it is her who arches a brow curiously at me. I laugh, but it sounds hollow even to me, echoing off the bookshelves surrounding us.
“You need to learn to get on without me.” Nella purrs, smiling deviously. Her shift in tone throws me. Now I’m the one looking down and shuffling my bare feet in the thick carpet. She’s right. She often is. It never ceases to drive me crazy, but I can’t pretend I haven’t noticed. She’s far too aware of it for me to deceive her on that point. She clucks her tongue and shakes her head at my refusal to answer. She wants me to defend myself and frankly I just can’t be bothered. I dare a glance up at her and am invariably met with an angry stare. I open my mouth to speak but she’s tired of waiting. She turns and walks away, heels clicking as soon as she’s far enough away to hit the tile. I breathe out, unaware I’d been holding my breath.”

And now sleep!

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