More Leicester pics

Because my life is totally unexciting and I have nothing to blog about(and I mean NOTHING. At all. Really, I haven't even been watching anything worth while, other than Inglourious Basterds. That was delightfully entertaining.) I am going to post more Leicester pics. So gather 'round children and you know the drill: clicks make pictures bigger. Magic, isn't it?

Just some very special clock at my uni. I swear I've read the plaque next to it about 1.369 thousand times, and yet I forget what it says every time. So I have no idea, but it's pretty.

While my best friend was here, we went out for sushi. Much to my surprise, I found out that not all people adore sushi. Seriously, I want to marry sushi, that's how much I love it. Mmmm...sushi.

A wall. The Jewry Wall to be more precise. Roman baths used to be there.

Random street(now including random people! 2 for the price of 1, people!)

Close up of the wall you can see at the end of the street in the above picture. I have no doubt it's a very famous wall. However, I have no idea how old it is or what it used to be.

One of the many, many churches we have in Leicester. Seriously, I had no idea we had that many churches. I'm going to go take some pictures of the really old gravestones in front of the Cathedral one day.

Bridge. Well, part of bridge.

Under the bridge.

What is more British than this? Really, I ask? (No, we're not counting the Queen.)

And just the sign on my building. Hehe. May or may not reflect the drink of choice around here.

Botanical gardens visit

Since best friend is visiting, we went to the botanical gardens today. She got to look at the trees, I got to see the sculpture exhibit. Nature does not interest me that much. And because I have nothing better to do, here are pictures. I don't know the names of most of the sculptures because my phone was acting up and I couldn't take pictures of the name plates.

I liked this sculpture.

And this one.


Next to the water gardens.

Flower in the cacti section.

One of my favourite sculptures in the park, called Fifth Horsman(Deborah van der Bek).

Close-up of the head.

Pretty.

Cactus.


Falling Man 9/11 - John Sidney Carter FRBS. Absolutely loved it.

Also pretty.

My third favourite of all of them. I think.

Ray II - Irene Rogan.


The water garden.

I was completely obsessed with these people. And I thought this picture looked better in sepia.

And another picture of them. I have a bout a gazillion, but this is my favourite.

Cupcakes

It’s 3AM and I want to bake. Now don’t ask me where this insane urge for me to bake cupcakes came from. I am not exactly Donna Reed and baking has never been one of my major passions. But I want to bake, dang it, and if it wasn’t 3 AM and I had any eggs in the house I would be baking. I also want to cook but it almost feels useless making a huge giant feast only for myself and my best friend is very ‘meh, I don’t care’(she’s visiting, by the way) and all my flatmates are temporarily gone.

So here is my problem: I want to bake/cook but it’s 3 AM and it would be insane to cook. But guys, I am dying to bake something. Is that normal? Is that the first sign that I am going insane? Am I just turning suddenly overly domestic? Cause the last one is rather scary. I think this is just a normal continuation of this uber-creative mood I’ve been in lately(I’m working on 2 fanfics, a short story that has every chance of turning into a novel and have started throwing around ideas for NaNo this year). That is obviously besides real life. And I’m trying to kick Pedro(flatmate, Canadian, I swear I’ll make a post about the flatmates soon. I live in a constant sitcom)into motion because he wants to start a thing for his department at uni and I’m supposed to help and I would love to help but he’s being lazy. So I obviously have enough projects.

But I still want to bake. So since there’s been some interest expressed in a sponge cake as well as a baked Alaska, I thought I might combine the two on Saturday and greet Pedro with cake when he comes back. Yes, my life is hard to explain sometimes(trust me, my flat feels like a train station lately). Who knows, maybe I’m pregnant and nesting. (No, I am not actually pregnant. However, the thought of people who know me and my lack of maternal instinct in real life chocking at the thought of me pregnant was too funny to resist. Ok, now I’m creeping myself out slightly so I’ll just stop thinking about it).

In other news I am completely obsessed with the song in this commercial and I have updated the blog roll to reflect some changes. I am actually try to write something on one of the subjects soon, I promise. Ok, maybe not promise, promise ‘cause we all know that never ends well. But I’ll try.

And really, if you want me to cook and bake anything for you, give me a call. I even wash dishes when I’m done.