A city in a jar

Actually, more in a cup.

I decided to get off my ass and actually look through the road code book thing so I could get my license. I had such good intentions. xD But the first part was to find it.

Okay. if any of you have seen my room recently, its a dump. I have stacks of books everywhere, about a forest's worth of loose paper flying about and a mountain of clothes on my sofa. I think it might be my entire wardrobe on those sofas (note to self, the sofa is not a good place to put black clothes because ginger cat fur does not camouflage well).

Yeah. Well. You get the picture. My room is barely habitable for human life. Even I avoid it, only venturing when I need to sleep, and even then with utmost caution.

So, back to the road code. I was trying to sift my way through this wreck which I affectionately call my bedroom when I found four cups, half filled with milo and tea. It was disgusting! Two of the tea cups had mould growing on them, it was like my own penicillin farm but worse because the tea had kind of gone gloopy and the teabag was slimy and gross. The milo cup was only slightly better. The residual milo had hardened, forming some kind of weird plastic. The spoon that was in that cup had stuck to the bottom.

Oh dear god. I am disgusting.

I didn't really want to touch them. I didn't really want to leave them in my room either (mutant flesh eating fungi anyone?). It was a lose lose situation. In the end, I grabbed them by the handles, ran upstairs and poured boiling water after them. DIE EVIL FUNGUS!!

I still haven't found the road code.

Avoiding Evolution!

I really should be studying instead of writing this blog. In fact, all of my blogs are written in moments when I should be doing something else. I am the queen of procrastination. ^_^

Wow. Maybe I should stop writing them. I mean, no one reads them.....

Lisa tells me this is because I don't write personal stuff. But this is because I have the emotional capacity of a teaspoon. Yeah. Really.

So. You may be thinking "why the new blog?" And if you weren't, I'm going to pretend you were.
Well, dear reader, that's a good question. Yeah. I'm also going to pretend people are reading my blog.
I don't know why I made a new blog. I got sick of my old one but I couldn't bear to delete it. So here's another one!

And you may be thinking "What's with the name 'Brightly Coloured Glass'?"
Oh. Well. This name has some deep and profound origins. It might be too personal to share with you, but since we're already on "dear" reader terms, I might as well.

Its because, a long time ago, in my youth...(well, really last year), I went for an adventure to a wonderful unknown place (really, it was St Lukes Mall) and stumbled across a magical place (really, it was Natures Window). As I gazed around at all the sparkly overpriced wonder, my eyes fell upon the most beautiful item in the world! A Kaleidoscope!

Now I have minutes of fun with it before my eyes get sore and then I put it back on my shelf. I like kaleidoscopes. I want to live inside one. ^_^

And as you know, kaleidoscopes have brightly coloured glass inside them! Well, some of them do. Mine has plastic because it was made in China.

It was either that or 'the dog is wearing diamonds!"