Coming down from the high...

Hola, llamas!!

Now, this post is what I'd like to call an amalgamation of anything and everything that has been going on in my life lately.

The last you heard from me, I was ranting and raving about being yourself and not caring how old you are, but unfortunately, I didn't take my own advice and have been scared shitless about making new friends and moving into a new place, pretty much all on my own.  You guessed it.  I'm talking about university.  HOWEVER, my university emailed me about a Facebook group and I've been making friends!!  Sort of.  I mean in this day and age it's kinda how you make friends but I guess at the moment, they're Internet friends -  acquaintances.  So, yup, I HAVE FRIENDS!!!!!!!!!!! *happy dance*

Anyway, if I'm thinking about university, then that must mean one thing, and one thing only.  I MADE IT OUT OF STANMORE COLLEGE WITH THE GRADES I NEEDED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  *confetti rains down upon me as fireworks go off in the background, somehow visible in daylight*  As you can tell, I am extremely happy that I have FINALLY left the hellhole that is the college that sucks the very life out of you.

Although, at the same time, it's almost like the end of an era.  I was there for 3 years.  Not willingly.  But I was there.  I did A Levels for a year and then switched to BTEC so I guess, I did make friends.  They just may not be friends that I talk to regularly or even keep in touch with.  And honestly, I'm okay with that because when it comes down to it, that place caused me more stress than anything else.

I like to sometimes think that my life is like a really good book.  It drew you in from the outset and even though there are a few chapters that don't really make sense and make you question the characters; the chapters just get better, the further and further into the book you get.  And at the end of the book, you've laughed, cried, fallen in love, broken down, had an epiphany, and let the magic of life draw you in, chew you up, spit you out, and remould you into something even more amazing than when the book first started.  So, Stanmore College was one of those questionable chapters, but that just means that the book gets better from here on out, right?

Ok, so enough philosophical, profound thoughts.  Yesterday, was Raffi's BIRTHDAY!!  So, naturally, I baked him cakes.  Peanut-honey cakes with bacon cream cheese frosting.  And honestly, I'm not entirely sure he liked them.... That, and I forgot to get him a party hat.  And mum wouldn't let me sing happy birthday to him and film it :( :( :(

Anyway, here are some pics:

The ones with brown bits, are the doggy cakes with dog biscuits on, and the others are human ones.  It's exactly the same recipe so the cakes are fit for both human and dog consumption.

I don't have any pictures of Raffi actually eating the cake because he's a stubborn bugger.

Now, we move onto more serious matters.  The EU Referendum.  It's absolutely everywhere in the UK.  And it's driving me insane.  I was one of those people who didn't vote.  And before you say jack shit, I didn't vote because I didn't have a strong enough opinion either way.  It's got nothing to do with "my vote won't count anyway", it was simply the fact that I don't think that I was given all the facts, and the facts that I was given, meant that there were benefits to both staying in and leaving the EU.  I, therefore, did not vote.  However, I would like to point out that those who voted leave on the basis that immigration and border control would be addressed, are absolute idiots (sorry! I mean that in the least offensive way possible).  Why are they idiots?  WELL, the UK's immigration laws are not fully governed by the EU and they are not the ones that have set our open border policy.  Therefore, by leaving the EU, the immigration laws are not going to be miraculously solved.  So.  WHAT EXACTLY HAS BEEN ACCOMPLISHED?!

****** I must state that, I, in no way follow politics closely or even claim to understand politics.  You'll be lucky if I watch the news.  So, on that note, please don't start debating with me and hurling abuse.

Here is a song that I think is rather accurate for the state of affairs in the UK right now.  It's The Final Countdown by Europe.

That's all from me!!

Shenaya xx

P.S. I know that my llamas in the USA are going through they're own political problems, what with the orange stale cheeto and shit, so don't think I've forgotten you!!  Hang in there, guys!!  The UK have their own very special ways of showing their dislike of Trump.  And if you're reading this, you big fucktrumpet, then just know that I think you're a giant, pustulating dick pimple. :D :D :D :D :D :D