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Yesterday was a good day, I think we are all in agreement. Yes. Very good day.

Then, after I had posted last night, my mam arrives in from clothes shopping, and presents me with this:



Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

This is not due out til the 8th!! And for whatever reason, because I'd pre-ordered Insurgent I didn't pre-order this one. And I'm now glad I didn't because my mam is awesome and she thought I needed cheering up from my research project induced misery. I have nooooooo time to read this (and technically I'm still reading City of Fallen Angels) but yaaaaaaaay!

And the cover is so pretty.

I am a happy bunny!

Best. Wednesday. Ever.

As if my day had not been made awesome enough by the fact that Insurgent arrived this morning (see hysterical and incoherent post below) I getin from college to discover two things:

1. The continous assessment grades for The Worst Class In History had been released, and by some miracle I did not fail.

2. THIS arrived while I was out:



I may need to lie down now. It's too much good stuff to happen to a girl in a single day.

Hooooray!!!

Guess what came today?! Guess?!

No? Okay, I'll tell you....Insurgent!!!!



I have abandoned study temporarily to start it. I am fifty pages in and it is amazing.

Buy this book. And that is all.

Avengers: A Review

Heee. I get giddy when there is even the merest implication of Chris Hemsworth. Or Liam Hemsworth. Actually, all things Hemsworth are very acceptable to me. So naturally I was very excited for the Avengers movie.

We went on Friday night, and get this: they played the wrong movie! Me, my friends and two hundred other people had tickets for the Avengers, and they played 'Lockout' instead! Well, the first few minutes of it...there were some really angry comic book fans stalking the cash desk outside, demanding refunds and free popcorn.

Sadly, complementary refreshments were not supplied.

We eventually got to see the movie and guess what? It's awesome. There's things getting smashed and people yelling and screaming and scary, scaly things from another dimension flying through the sky. And Iron Man. Gotta love Iron Man. Downside? Scarlett Johansson spends the whole movie in very tight pants, and I felt inadequate and jealous. Very jealous. But I digress. There's even a sad bit! Oh, and the baddie is a proper baddie. Villains are so much better when they are just downright mean. I hate this whole 'tortured soul' business where the baddie might be redeemed or whatever, it's far too complex for my liking.

Word of advice? Go to see and early showing. We went at ten pm, and I didn't get home from the cinema til nearly two. It's a long movie, but worth it!

I HATE Waiting

This week is all about waiting. Waiting for my copy of Unraveling to arrive in the post. Waiting for Thursday, when all my assignments will be submitted and I can start studying for finals...which I can't get excited about, but whatever. Then waiting for this weeks Vampire Diaries (like hello cliffhanger! Did not see that ending coming!) and most importantly....Insurgent is out on Tuesday!!!



I am so excited for this, I can barely even talk. I loved Divergent so much it gives me energy, and Tuesday cannot come fast enough so that my book will get here because I was promised release day delivery! Though I'm still kind of hoping that I'll get it with the post on Monday, which would be awesome.

Roll on Tuesday. That is all I will say.

Crazy Cooking

Book: The Little Paris Kitchen
Author: Rachel Khoo
Publisher: Penguin
Shelfabilty: Get!

I have gone metal. Just raving mad. I blame college stress. Until a month ago I was a semi-normal and well adjusted person, and now I buy cookery books. Hmmm.

There is no rhyme or reason to this. I am not creative in the kitchen. I can make three things: spaghetti, omlettes and this Mexican rice thing that my brothers really like. Well, I can do homemade soup too but that hardly counts because all you do is boil things. But suddenly I am on a mission to create the perfect béchamel? Like I said: mental.

Mind you, if you are creative in the kitchen, you will probably adore this book because the recipes are great. They're simple enough for idiots like me to follow but still original enough to impress your mates,(or net you the grand on 'Come Dine With Me'). There's a lavender chicken recipe that is just delicious; it was worth buying the book for it's loveliness alone. And don't get me started on the créme caramel.

So culinary people: you want this book on your shelf. It's pretty, the illustrations are adorable and the food is awesome. What more can you ask for?

Misery. Terribleness. And Bad Weather

Today has been dreadful.

I woke up to discover two things. One: it was raining so much, the sky appeared to be crying. Two: I had left my USB in the laptop overnight, so to punish me it overheated and is basically dead. The tech analyst person in college couldn't save it. The man in the computer shop told me to just get a new one. Even my mum couldn't fix it, and we all know that if your mum can't fix something it's, in a word, screwed.

It's bad enough that the USB died. It was shaped like a surfboard and I can't get the same one anywhere. What's worse is, the final draft of my research project was saved onto it and I had stupidly forgotten to back it up on the laptop. So I lost over a thousand words that had to be re-done this morning during the free time I was supposed to be giving myself to watch my DVR'ed Vampire Diaries. Trust me, I could really have done with a Stefan and Damon fix this morning. But no. There was re-typing to be done.

That done, I had to leave my house at three pm in a torrential downpour for my one and only remaining class. On at 5pm, in the dreariest room you ever saw, where only half the lights work. On the way to the bus stop, my umbrella blew out of my hand and flew all the way across the field and I was too depressed and wet to chase it. So by the time I arrived on campus, I was even wetter, freezing to death, developing pneumonia and five euros poorer because I had to buy a new umbrella.

I ended up, in spite of all this, having a few free minutes before class. So I did what I always do with free time and went into the bookstore. And guess what I found there? A whole six days early? Drumroll please...When You Were Mine by Rebecca Serle. I did a little dance and the very hot grad student who works behind the counter looked at me like I was insane. Was I bothered? Was I heck. The book just about made up for all the crappy things that happened today.

Sadly, I cannot begin to read my lovely book yet as I have too much to do. All is not lost though. I finally got to watch Vampire Diaries when I was eating dinner and Damon and Elena...well, I won't give it away, but I did another little dance and my mum gave me a funny look.

Can't wait for college to be over...