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Let's face it; if everyone jumped off a bridge, I probably would, too.

A. Age: 25 (26 in September)
B. Bed size: full for now
C. Chore you hate: I don't really enjoy chores in general, unless I'm in the mood. This happens maybe every few weeks.
D. Dogs: Cosmo (15) and Sasha (13), bearded collies
E. Essential start to your day: waking up? ha. Breakfast is pretty important!
F. Favorite colour: green
G. Gold or silver: Silver or white gold
H. Height: 5'5"
I. Instruments you play: flute, piccolo, french horn, piano. I'm capable of playing any wind instrument you hand me, but those are my babies.
J. Job title: Manager slash possibly Director of Marketing
K. Kids: none at the moment
L. Live: with my parents for a few months saving money. Basically my dream home. I want to keep it.
M. Mom’s name: Betsy
N. Nicknames: Ade, Adie, Addie, Schmade - I had a thing with rhyming names when I was little (only my parents and occasionally my dad's sisters. If you call me this I'll probably shoot you. Or at least give you the evil eye for a while)
O. Overnight hospital stays: one, but I was staying with a friend who'd just had surgery. None for me! I've actually never been to the hospital (in my memory)
P. Pet peeve: poor grammar
Q. Quote from a movie: ooh there are so many.
R. Right or left handed: Lefty!
S. Siblings: Younger brother, 22
T. Time you wake up: depends on the day. Sometimes 8:30, sometimes more like 10.
U. Underwear: Victoria’s Secret anything
V. Vegetables you dislike: peas. I absolutely cannot stand peas. I will pick them out of my food before I can eat it.
W. What makes you run late: trying to pick an outfit, although I'm rarely late. Punctuality is a big deal.
X. X-Rays you’ve had: I think I've had a bunch of mouth x-rays...ya know, the standard dentist ones, and one before I had my wisdom teeth out.
Y. Yummy food you make: well I would go with 'everything'. But that's just me.
Z. Zoo- favourite animal: giraffes are pretty cool!

nothing of importance

We're almost in November. November, people!Why is it 80* outside? I have no idea. All I know is it's way too friggin' warm outside to run. So I'll be hitting up the gym tonight. booyouwhore.

On a completely unrelated note, here are some pictures from the wedding:

hi, have we met?

Readers, meet boyfriend. Boyfriend, meet readers. I felt compelled to post a picture, since I don't think I have yet. And this blog is all about me, right? All of the above?

It can't all be about food. But he likes food, so he can be my guinea pig when I make lots of yummy recipes for y'all. Which is why I like him.

flashback

This video and I go way back. Like, we've known each other longer than I've known most of my friends. That makes us tight, yo. Take a few minutes out of your busy schedule and meet my friend. If you've already met, maybe this is the perfect time to catch up. Because my friend is hi-larious.

That's all. I'm in the middle of writing my dissertation so I should like, focus or something.

yeah...

i has internetz!

...but I'm too lazy to blog. It's 1am. I just felt this burning desire to write a little note. Maybe increase the anticipation for a real post, or something like that. I've got pictures! Loads of pictures. But it's 1am and I think sleep might be more important. Especially since I was up until 2am last night watching Gremlins. Oh yeah. You heard me right.

I'll tell you all about my week later. Just remind me, k?

it's almost like iI'm moving or something

My flat hasn't looked this clean since I moved in. And even then, it's probably cleaner than it was the day I moved in. This is quite a feat, considering I hate cleaning. Not all the time, but probably about 98% of the time.

That 2% is comprised of those rare occasions where I start organizing say, my sock drawer, and end up going super massively compulsive and clean my entire room/apt/whatever I'm living in at the time. This typically involves taking clothing out drawer by drawer, unfolding, refolding and returning to each drawer. Then I go around collecting pieces of random paper that I can finally part with after years of not paying attention to (even though at some point, for some reason, I decided I just had to keep that piece of paper). Then I stack things neatly, and dust the remaining free space. Once I'm done, it looks like I've been a neat person the whole time. Generally this lasts a couple days, or until I have another useless piece of paper that I can't part with just yet. This time around, I'm going for a record of 6 weeks!

I guess I'm kind of cheating, since I won't actually be here. Whatever, it's my game so I get to make the rules.

t-24h to flight time!

a haiku

Friday I go home
So excited I can't think
I just want to dance

i really have nothing to say but want to post something anyway.

I'm having a bit of a hard time concentrating today and coming up with a blog-worthy topic.

It might be the insanely beautiful weather.

It might be the fact that I finished my work yesterday and my brain is rebelling against any type of constructive thought.

It might be the fact that my brother will be here in 2 days.

It might be the fact that said brother and I are going to Dublin in 3 days.

It might be the fact that I'm going home in 12 days.

Maybe it's because every time I look at my hands I start thinking about what color I'm going to paint my nails next, but then I remember I'm waiting to paint my nails because you know that little note on the nail polish bottle that says "apply base coat first"? Yeah I totally ignored that and now my nails are kind of stained and I'm 99.9% sure that's why so I'm waiting to see if the stained color grows out but I really want to paint my nails like, yesterday, so I'm getting kind of impatient and yelling "grow!" at my nails. But that's crazy, because nails don't talk, and they definitely can't hear. Could you imagine if fingernails had ears?

See what I have to deal with? See the ridiculous amount of randomness going through my brain right now?

Too bad I couldn't make a post about all of this.

Except that I totally just did.