I'm going to be skinny enough to fit into this shirt! and other things

Preemptive reasonings.

That's why clutter is the style of my room instead of contemporary modern or bohemian, and thats why I cling on (heh heh Klingon) to so many of my old clothes that I obviously can't fit into anymore because I'll always think I'm going to lose weight, or similarly that seeing small clothes I can't fit into is going to motivate me to lose weight. Nope. Never ever really happened.

But knowing me I always put the risk theory into practice- better to keep it now than to discard the lot because the pain of regret is valued at a higher risk than the pain of stuffing my shelves so full of things that I need a power drill and a gardening tool to look for my old phone charger, the nice wrapping paper I saved from a past birthday or that printer's warranty card. Plus I'm also a sentimental sap, and finding connections, forgotten memories, representations and meanings in everything is my niche. So go figure, study arts all the way.

Other preemptive measures taken are the- I'm -going -to -get -my -housemates -to -finish -all -the -food -before -it -goes -bad -card.
Granted, Its not a card, per se, I just really like putting 'card' at the end of certain string of words like 'credit' and possibly 'debit', or maybe its just I like having more money in said 'debit' cards.

But anyway... I digress.

I WAS saying that it really is in the best interest of everyone (win-win for the win!) that I am neurotic, because they get free food, and a lot of it! And I get to get rid of food fanatically, same way I get rid of germs. Yes, you can tell I really don't like wasting food and that living with me is a breeze (They actually plot my accidental murder in their sleep). Because if I threw food away, its like throwing money away. Its not the money part I'm worried about, its the you- must- fulfill- your- purpose- in- life- part that I'm so iffy with. So food, if you are not eaten and you expire and are therefore unable to fulfill your purpose in life, then I'll feel like I've wasted opportunities. Yes, wasted opportunities for you to fill our bellies and be potentially awesome to the taste buds.

So I remember expiry dates, and even if that cos lettuce browns slightly at the edges, I switch on panic mode, fry them all and make sure everyone in the house consumes them!

Sigh, I really hope I do not have fat children in the future.

I wonder why my housemates still love me.

I assume those looks were love.

Either that or they're plotting their next attack.
Speaking of which, I love my housemates. They are my family now.
They are awesome. bar none. and I'm the luckiest most blessed girl alive.
(Obviously a sucking up to Chester for that egg I took from you, two pieces of bread, and the slick of margarine)

On another note, be patient, I'm writing a comprehensive, and what I hope to be well-rounded view on my experiences in melbourne so far.
To be published here in a bit.

If only I can get over the whole toasted bread issue. A non issue really, just that I have discovered the joys of pressed-toast.

Cheese toasties FTW!

p.s. no one is really blogging anymore... WHY?!