So the past few days have been particularly difficult in the land of Suzi and Edmund, and so they decided that they were indeed in need of some epic cheering up; and hence they decided to do lots of fun things to keep themselves occupied.

First on the agenda was the initial ‘Operation-Cheer-Up’, which could only really mean one thing…movies, food and beer…simple but effective ways of making yourself feel better after a long day. And so during their watching of movie gems, such as Office Space, Evolution and Gremlins, they decided that their Guinness was incredibly normal and ordinary, and hence needed some sprucing up.

So they added ice cream. Yup, they made Guinness Ice Cream Floaters. Which were actually rather nice, except for leftover foam at the end *shudder*. At first they just looked like normal Guinness but with a lot of head, however if you gave them a stir then they began to look a lot more like something caramel based. Yet they certainly did not taste as sweet as they looked.

With the odd concoctions finished, they set about carrying on their movie night by chowing down on crisps and sweets until they could no longer keep their eyes open and headed to their beds.

Rising the next day, they found themselves with a whole lot of energy, and not much to do with it…but then again, that’s a tale for next time.

I’ve gotta say, I think the most painful part of growing up is getting your wisdom teeth.

My first three sets were perfectly fine to come through, a bit uncomfortable, but nothing special. However my last set is coming through at the moment, and with the gum ripping fun I have managed to get an infection. And with my luck, it’s not just a normal infection; it’s the kind of infection that needs hardcore antibiotics, which if used for longer than a few days then you can get a hairy tongue or other disgusting side effects.

So I want to know, with all this pain, where is my wisdom? Will it arrive one day in the mail with an ‘if undelivered please return to the wisdom fairy’ sticker on the back? It may look like junk mail, that many people throw away. It could say ‘CONGRATULATIONS! You’ve got wisdom!’ and tell you that if you respond within 30 days, you will get a free gift thrown in; I’m hoping for a high street gift voucher.

But too much wisdom at one time could overload my mind, so it would probably need to be split up into smaller portions so that my brain could handle the extra wisdom; it isn’t a very complex brain anyway so it’s better to ease it in rather than force a whole load of information in there.

It could be in the form of a monthly voucher that I can claim by putting it under my pillow at night. Then the wisdom fairy will download it right into my brain as I sleep. I can wake up in the morning feeling refreshed, energised and finally being able to recall pi to 50 decimal places; sadly I can only recall it to 10 decimal places as of this moment (3.1415926535).

Now some people might be sceptical and say that you don’t get any wisdom from growing extra teeth, it’s just a name given to them because of when they begin to grow (when you are wiser than a child). But why would you be forced to go through such pain and discomfort if there is nothing good to look forward to at the end of it. However those sceptics are obviously wrong, and probably don’t believe in the tooth fairy either!

I’ll keep you all updated on whether I get my extra wisdom or not. But for now, I’m going to go sit in front of my letterbox and wait patiently, with my antibiotics, for my letter or voucher from the wisdom fairy.

If anyone else has either gotten their wisdom, or has any theories on how it will arrive then please let me know, by either commenting on this blog post, or adding me on Facebook/Twitter.

…for the better that is.

Since I will have access to wordpress on both my phone and my boyfriend’s phone, I should be able to update my blog more often. I say should be as although i’m a PA, and hence meant to be organised, I can never guarantee where the real world will take me.

But a quick update, I’m now a university graduate with a 2:1 in Drama and Creative Writing and am enjoying my new adult life to the extreme with my awesome friends, family and garden furniture.

Hopefully there will be more to come…but for now here’s me, and my good friend Sean. Visit his blog here because he’s awesome!

I started writing a draft for this blog post on Friday night, in which I stated that Karma obviously hadn’t gotten me yet and maybe I’d overreacted about it being after me…then Saturday happened.

It was a friend’s birthday and we were planning to watch the first England game of the World Cup at a local pub. We had a few drinks at home and headed out in good spirits, cackling about how our very masculine friend’s new jacket was actually a woman’s jacket.

On arrival we headed to the bar and got some beers in, and then found a table to sit at with some of our neighbours. Just when we were seated comfortably, I decided that the best thing to do was to go to the toilet before the match started. However the toilets were up some winding stairs.

On my way back down the stairs, there was a very springy floorboard on the fifth step. This floorboard managed to catch my foot when it was unprepared, and so caused my ankle to do a complete 360 degree roll before I fell down the stairs.

Stopping myself from falling all the way down, I pried my injured foot out from where it was curled underneath my aching body. Testing that I could still move it, I identified that yup, it really hurt. I tried to put some weight on it, but found that it sent shocks up my leg. Sitting on the dingy blue carpet I tried ringing my friends. However because of the football match having now started, they were unable to hear their phones.

Willing myself to remain calm, I kept trying to get in contact with my friends. Yet when England scored their goal, and I had still yet to be rescued, I burst into tears. The pain in my ankle was getting worse as I panicked. When I finally managed to get through to my boyfriend, all I could do was blubber down the phone to him that I wasn’t alright and he needed to come get me.

Within seconds my boyfriend and our friend arrived to whisk me down the stairs and back to my beer. With help from another friend, we managed to get me back into my seat so that I could watch the England game with my friends, rather than through some bars on the stairs.

We enjoyed the rest of the night, where my shoe featured as more of a handheld accessory than its normal place on my foot; it even ended up being hung from a lamp post outside a pub. Yet this morning I could definitely feel that I had fallen down the stairs; with a throbbing ankle and bruises on my back, I haven’t been able to do much all day, except for hobble around, read and watch TV.

So yes, Karma it seems finally came and bit me, not in the ass but in the ankle. But that’s okay, if it comes back for me then I’m armed…with a walking stick.

Somewhere in my mind I decided that it would be a good idea to pack up and move house within only four/five days. I viewed my new house on Saturday morning, and was all moved in by Wednesday evening.

It wasn’t a small move, there was a whole large van full of belongings (including a sofa and king sized bed), plus a car full of stuff to move. I was very grateful to all my friends who came to help me achieve my insane plan; whether it be moving boxes, driving the van or taking off the front door to my house so as to get the sofa in.

Now I’m all moved in, and my living room is actually livable in, plus my kitchen is all unpacked! I’m still dodging bags of clothes whenever I get into bed, but I can live with this for now.

So why did I decide to move so quickly? Well there are a few factors that contributed to this.

1) I had nothing else to do.
2) If I moved now then I could get myself sorted before starting my new job.
3) We had found a house that was perfect for us, so why should we wait to live there?
4) My boyfriend and I needed our own space – which has been really lovely over the past couple of days.

It has been a successful move, and everything seems to be falling into place. However I’m still expecting something to blow up in my face – just because I think karma is after my ass…

As a public service, because I care about the welfare of the world, I am going to answer that one little question that has been foiling the world’s most intelligent people since the creation of the cocktail shaker in 7000 BC.

How many fairies does it take to shake a cocktail shaker?

Well firstly you have to deal with the issue of keeping the shaker closed, and hence the liquid inside. One fairy would not have enough muscle power to keep the two part lid closed as it is shook; however two fairies would be able to handle this task.

The second issue that needs to be addressed is how to shake the liquid inside the cocktail shaker. Two fairies will be needed at the bottom of the shaker so as to stop it from falling over, and will also be able to share the weight of the shaker.

These fairies, who are at either side of the bottom of the shaker, will fly upwards and drop the shaker. Another fairy will be waiting to catch the shaker as it falls, and will soon be joined by the other two fairies so that the first fairy is not squished.

This will shake the liquid into cocktailed perfection; and so there is never any need to shake your own cocktails again; as long as you have 5 fairies handy that is.

If you are still confused as to where the fairies are, then I have included a handy diagram to help you. Aren’t my stick fairies fabulous?

Yes, you are reading what you think you’re reading…another blog post by yours truly. Please don’t die of shock, I am indeed updating it (finally).

I apologise for not posting sooner but I am reaching the end of my final year at Uni, (only a week and a half left to go) and so have been focusing on that. However once that is all done and dusted I will have all the time in the world to bore you all with my brilliant thoughts and theories.

Now the topic of this blog post may seem a bit odd. No, I didn’t get into a bar fight, but if I did I would totally win (not). Someone posed the question to me, whilst in the pub in my pyjamas, that if I could choose five people to fight with me in a bar fight then who would they be? They could be anybody, dead or alive, including fictional characters.

After some careful consideration, and a couple of pints, I came to the conclusion that I would have:

1) Jayne Cobb from Firefly – Complete with Vera (his beloved gun of choice).

2) Spike from Buffy – From the Season Two ‘School Hard’ era where Spike was bad ass and not wimping around after Buffy.

3) John Casey from Chuck – Yes, I know that I have already had one of Adam Baldwin’s characters, but there weren’t any rules against this!

4) Malcolm Reynolds from Firefly – He’s experienced at bar fights, and knows how to make a hasty getaway.

5) Dean Winchester from Supernatural – Mmmmm…*shakes head* What was I saying?

So there you have it, the five people who I would have with me in a bar fight. This list has been edited since that night in the pub; Gandhi and Chuck Norris were considered for the list…but were struck off due to their inability to be good to go for a drink with.

But what I’m curious about is who you guys would pick? Think you’ve got a better list than mine? Then I’d love to hear it. Just click on the title of this post and type me a message in the comment box. It’s that simple.

Also comments have been made on my ’10 Reason for Lack of Sleep’ post. However since I get a lot of spam, and hence are unsure whether you are real people or just computers, you should drop me a comment on here so that I know you’re real!

I got an epic urge to bake in the past couple of days, and gladly that came when my friend Dani’s birthday came up; I made her a yellow cake (her favourite colour).

However when I was in the supermarket, merely browsing the baking aisle, I began to feel the need to indulge. Yes the shopping monster, that is inside most girls, came out. However this was not in the form of shoes and clothing, but it was in the form of food colourings and flavourings; I’m not ashamed to admit that I went….ahem…slightly mad over it.

– So mad that my boyfriend decided that looking at cereal was better than being seen with me…*sigh* –

Anywho, so I bought the cake fancifying ingredients and made my way home. I made my friend’s cake and decided that this was not enough baking for the day! Oh no, I needed at least something blue and green to make me happy…hence I continued baking…

So after a fair few hours, and almost running out of vanilla icing, I came up with my strawberry and vanilla flavoured, blue and green cake with vanilla buttercream and chocolate fudge/vanilla icing *breathes heavily* I also decided I needed a better name for it before I passed out from explaining it to people.

So thinking of my love for superheroes (and hence their villains), I came up with ‘two face’. And so we, the fanciful people of my house, have a cake named after an awesome Batman villain…if you don’t know who he is then google is your friend.

I’ve reignited my love for baking yet again. There will be definite pictures of my fabulous cake making abilities…and remember, if anybody wants/needs a cake making out there then just get in contact with me…I’m awesome for birthdays.

Okay so it’s been a busy few weeks since I last posted. The Saints won the Superbowl, Alexander McQueen died and my best friend Charlotte, a naturally platinum blonde, became a brunette.

I however have been busy preparing for a Drama presentation on a movement called ‘Dada’. Now if you’re asking yourself ‘what is Dada?’ then I may have to shout back to you in a faux German accent…

“YOU SHOULD KNOW WHAT DADA IS!”

And if you still feel that you want to learn what Dada was (yes the movement is over now) then Wikipedia is your friend.

Anywho, I’ve been incredibly busy with that and work for my Creative Writing classes; hence I’m apologising profusely for not blogging more often.

However I’m here now, and can tell you all about my re-birthday (day) out. I forced my housemates to wear fancy dress (Robin and a pirate), whilst I was dressed as a fairy. We headed off into town for a day of drinking and debauchery. Thinking back on how much alcohol I consumed that day makes my liver ache slightly…vodka shots for the win!

Also on a previous note, the cheesecake that I made was disgusting! Eck! *shudders* However the base was the perfect consistency…just need to work on making the filling a bit less…well, cheesy…
However I did make my awesome sausage casserole a few days later, which made my tongue forget the taste of sweetened cheese.

Since I’ve been so busy, and I don’t get much time to myself anymore, I’ve been struggling to settle down and destress; and hence my boyfriend bought me a Wii. *bounces* The perfect part is that it’s all mine…it doesn’t belong to any of the boys in my house.

So that’s pretty much a catch up of all of the things I’ve been up to since my last post. Lots of time has passed since then, so much so that my brain couldn’t even remember all the things that I’d done…so I had to resort to refreshing it with my Twitter feed…

The presentation is being performed tomorrow at 11am…then I may just end up dying from all the illnesses that I’ve been surrounded with in the past few weeks, but have been fighting off.