Oh, my goodness. I am SUCH an idiot. Who on EARTH tries to make icing with WHITE SUGAR?!

note to self: cut snowflakes from paper and join up three to four in a row and suspend from ceiling

http://www.cdkitchen.com/recipes/recs/33/Peanut_Butter_Frosting52823.shtml

plus peanut butter icing

Cake recipe (from http://allrecipes.com/recipe/one-bowl-chocolate-cake-iii/detail.aspx)

Ingredients

• 2 cups white sugar
• 1 3/4 cups all-purpose flour
• 3/4 cup unsweetened cocoa powder
• 1 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
• 1 1/2 teaspoons baking soda
• 1 teaspoon salt
• 2 eggs
• 1 cup milk
• 1/2 cup vegetable oil
• 2 teaspoons vanilla extract
• 1 cup boiling water

Directions

1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Grease and flour two nine inch round pans.
2. In a large bowl, stir together the sugar, flour, cocoa, baking powder, baking soda and salt. Add the eggs, milk, oil and vanilla, mix for 2 minutes on medium speed of mixer. Stir in the boiling water last. Batter will be thin. Pour evenly into the prepared pans.
3. Bake 30 to 35 minutes in the preheated oven, until the cake tests done with a toothpick. Cool in the pans for 10 minutes, then remove to a wire rack to cool completely

note to older self: the cat is going to be called Mr Bigglesworth and Pudge. And if we have a third cat, it is called Zazzles.

further note to self: if the cat is ginger, it has to be called Mr Bigglesworth in memory of Mr Bingley.

After graduation, I let my friend graffiti it. But now I highly doubt that what she's done is considered as graffiti. Impressive, non?

The back is also quite cool - she's drawn the muscles in as well.

p.s. Finally got my hands on Bic Runga's newest album. Well worth my $20.

note to myself: when I get better, must try this recipe - http://www.foodandwine.com/recipes/apricot-blondies

further note to oneself: fairy lights in jars.

I just cut myself some paper snowflakes. I thought it was both whimsical and able to save me from boredom.

Although weirdly enough, when one of my flatmates came back today, it took me an hour before I felt comfortable enough to leave my room because I was so used to being alone. And now that they're back, I don't know how I managed to stay sane for so long whilst being alone. Well, I've only been completely alone for three days seeing as E. was with me most of the time last week.

I hope it's not hot on Saturday (i.e. the day of graduation). My robes are so heavy and long... I'd probably overheat. And trip.

Also, I would rage here. But I know this blog is read. And as much as I would like to lambaste this individual, I shall refrain from doing so. I don't know why the handicapped don't rage. Because it's only been two weeks and I fucking want to yell at people already. Well, the person who I seem to end up releasing all my anger on is my mother and she really doesn't deserve it. There have been some people who without them, I probably would've self combusted by now. I love them so much and I don't know how on earth I'm ever going to thank them.

And then there are others who I just want to give a kick up their uptight arses.

p.s. there is a NEVER ENDING list of people who I can't even begin to thank. I should not let the fact that ONE person decided to be a dick irritate the crap out of me.