You know, I really shouldn’t knit,
a) When it’s bordering the very late hours of the evening
b) When i’ve had some wine
c) When I’m in the middle of watching a movie
or
d) When I’m ready to pass out from exhaustion.

Or maybe I should just learn to read instructions. Regardless, now I have to go back about seven rows just to fix up something I should have done in the first place. Typical!

Knitting aside, EPIC SHAME ON ME! I could not suck more at blogging at of lately. I keep wanting to go and blog, but I get distracted by things like The Sims 2, knitting, The Sims 2, TV, The Sims 2, Uni work … Ohh my bed looks so comfy right now .. nah… I’ll play some Sims.

I wish I had a better excuse to explain my suckage, but it really is as simple as that. I did think about coming up with some far fetched excuse like that my mum was abducted by aliens and I had to travel into the depths of space to bring her back home, or that Elyse kidnapped me and kept me hostage in the back of her closet, feeding me on food scraps, and peanut butter she scraped off her sex midgets… But alas, no. It is a silly little computer game which allows me to play God which as been absorbing all my time.

Yes. I finally bought the Sims 2 and various expansions for Mac. I have a perfectly fine working copy of the game and most of the expansions for Windows, but thanks to the Bill-Gates asskissers that are Maxis, who won’t acknowledge the wonder that is Steve Jobs, I don’t have a cross-compatible game, and have to buy new ones. You know, they really could learn from Blizzard in that sense.

Back on topic … So, I’ve been abusing the game, making my little minions Sims do petty little tasks… Have Dinner, Take Bubble Bath, Teach toddler to talk, Have affairs with four other sims half your age and break up with your wife, Die when the hot tub catches fire and your ex-wife doesn’t care enough to extinguish the flames … Sad, but true. I am a vengeful God. All in all, i’ve been enjoying the game. I think I’m starting to get over the “OMFG I CAN FINALLY PLAY THIS AWESOME GAME AGAIN” phase now, and should be back to normal within a week, but it’s been almost two years since I played the game, so i’m lapping up all the excitement (and new expansions) that I can … At least until The sims 3 is released.

OKAY, enough about The Sims. Uni has been kicking me in the arse repeatedly to the point where I sit in my lectures thinking up all the horrible ways that my lecturers could be tortured, much like they’re torturing me. Death by essay paper is looking exceedingly entertaining as we go on …

Seriously though, my lecturers are quite cool. My Biometry lecturer is quite possibly mentally unstable. He prances around the lecture room, shouts at random intervals, does jigs when he feels like it and .. oh… He brings his ventriloquist dummy to class regularly. My Geography lecturer appears to be turned on by death, high death tolls, and epic ways to die … He gets all excited and giggly when he starts talking about deaths due to natural disasters, and is quite sadistic. Especially when there’s Lava involved. Sadly, my Chemistry lecturer is as boring as fuck, but the lectures are quite interesting so it’s not too much of an issue.

I gave myself a mild panic attack and break down the other day. I’d been in one of my down-and-depressed-but-have-no-reason-to-be moods all day, and I finally got around to starting my assignment, and just did not get it. At all. I couldn’t do even a simple probability question. And I broke down, and cried, and wanted to drop my class, and curl into a ball and die. I’m fairly sure James was about ready to lock me into a nice, cushy padded room. Thankfully he was patient, and the next day we worked through the assignment together. Still, what the!? Could my mood have been more retarded!?

So what else is up in the world of Sarah? My tattoo has healed up perfectly, albeit a little itchy. I started a diet two-and-a-bit weeks ago (A liquid diet, will explain in another blog) and have thus far lost over 3kgs. I’m enjoying the diet too because it’s so easy, and I only have to worry about dinner.

That’s pretty much it. If you read all of this novel you really do deserve a medal.