Tuesday 25 October 2011

Home

Alright, I am a terrible blogger. 
Or at least I have been so far. 
But no matter- the typhoid has left me and I'm done with my finals, so I can finally catch up with this little piece of the blogosphere, if anyone even visits it at all.
Oooh and by the way- I'm home for 3 weeks! 
Yes, I am one of those people who are extremely happy to come home, mainly because I study in a different country than the one I was born and brought up in, and because I love my parents and the fact that they can cook(really well, too).

I can't cook to save my life.
I once told my mother(who was despairingly questioning God on what my future would be like seeing as how I am useless in the kitchen) that I would subsist on sandwiches and salads, since I am perfectly capable of preparing these with relative ease.
Instead of comforting her, as I hoped they would, my words only ended up causing more anguish. 

And now that I'm home again, the aforementioned conversation just repeated itself.
I stupidly gave her the same answer as I did before. 
Long story short, I have been emotionally blackmailed into learning to prepare three meat dishes, and two veg entrees. 
GAH.

Wednesday 12 October 2011

Sick of Feeling Sick

So, I'm not flaky, okay?


Just so you know.
I've had typhoid. And Finals.


I'm still on some mild medication, and my semester finals are still going on, but let me just take the time to say it's been the shittiest two and a half weeks of my life so far.
And no, I'm not going to apologize for my language.


I'm staying at my mum's friends place, because I happen to live away from home, so that's one really great thing because the hostel I stay in really sucks.
I was at the aforementioned hostel for a whole week with my fever(because I thought it was just a silly fever and would go), but after a week I started panicking and called my mum's friend.
She's also been appointed my local guardian, and she's an absolute angel let me tell you.
God knows who else could bear my presence in their home for so long!


I feel horrid for having abandoned my blog so soon after starting it up, but what's a girl to do?
Hopefully things will be back on track real soon!

Tuesday 20 September 2011

Surprisingly, Blogger is annoying me.

I've forgotten what I was going to post about, because I've now spent a considerable amount of time trying to figure out what's wrong with Blogger.


For instance, my stats don't work.
They just don't.
At first I thought it was just because no one had visited my blog yet, but then I saw a comment from this funny lady whose blog I'd visited earlier on, and then I realized, "Hey! Where's my page view???"
It isn't there.


And then I realized that even though I was following two blogs, my dashboard reader says I have subscribed to nothing.
But the links show on this page don't they?
Divert your eyes to the extreme right of the monitor. Right there. SEE?
But on my dashboard there's nada. Nil. Nothing.
And I tried entering them again, believe me.


I got so frustrated that I actually ran over to wordpress(Oh Blogger gods, I ask forgiveness).
And I made another blog(Please do not smite me).
But the interface with it's endless options and whatnot sent me straight to panic mode, and although I did try to figure things out, I finally decided that I'd like to keep stuff simple, and I deleted the account.


And now I'm back, in a decidedly grumpy mood.
This better sort itself out, that's all.

Saturday 17 September 2011

Here I Go Again.

Yes, I'm quoting White Snake.


And when I say "again", what I mean is that I've had blogs before. Relatively successful ones too.
The thing is, even though I have a journal for my really personal stuff, when a blog loses it's anonymity, I lose my will to post.


I haven't blogged in about three years though, so I figure I'm going to give this another try, and hopefully this time, not run my mouth about it.


First off, if you haven't already guessed by now, my real name isn't Syrah.
According to Wikipedia, Syrah or Shiraz is a dark-skinned grape grown throughout the world and used primarily to produce powerful red wines.
Or Read Whines.
Gettit?
Hey, it is 2.30 in the morning so I reserve the right to make lame jokes and puns and whatever the heck I want. I'm not generally conscious at this time, so there. 


And besides, I should probably warn you that everything you read on this blog may at any or all times sound like it was typed in a drunken stupor. 
I would ask for forgiveness, but seeing as how I've spent my whole life behaving perfectly sane in the public eye, if there's any time to break tradition, it's now. 


So, welcome.