burn

I hate it when I can smell something burning, it makes me quite paranoid that my place is going to burn down. Considering that has happened before I suppose it's not all that surprising I'd get worried. I end up having to check absolutely every electrical and kitchen appliance before I am satisfied my place isn't going to go up in smoke... because of me anyway.

I opened my front door just now and the burning aroma hit me hard, I have no idea where it is coming from, but something is smouldering quite nicely. And not in the Flynn Rider kind of way.

Excuse me while I go and double check my kitchen stove.

no rest for the wicked

This past week was supposed to be relaxing. Instead I have been traipsing all over the countryside visiting family, meeting new people and trying my best to keep up with uni work seeing as I have three exams in October, and they are a Friday/Monday/Tuesday combo. Killer.

On a brighter note, mum gave me a lovely teacup set that belonged to her grandmother, and Mama gave me one of her teacups as well. Yay for pretty dainty teacups!

Boo for spending money on car rego and still being just as tired as I was before the week started. I knew I should have put in for more time off. Oh well never mind, I'll see an old school buddy tomorrow and do some shopping before heading home to devour some textbooks, so it won't be ALL bad.