Thursday, July 2, 2009
Growth
Well, at first thought this summer didn't seem very fruitful. A few days ago I felt as if I'd wasted a precious month of my life and I wondered how many months we even get on this earth. And then about yesterday evening I realized I didn't really waste any of the time I've spent so far this summer. I've been recuperating in several ways. I'm happier; I have an increased sense of confidence; the fluidity of my speech and writing are returning after a simply dreadful year of mentally dehabilitating english class...I feel as if I'm growing inside. The sun's on my face and all I can do is spread my green tendrils higher.
Monday, May 25, 2009
Tiramisu and Other Culinary Misadventures
So my parents went away for the weekend to the coast, right? I figured I'd attempt cooking something yesterday night, because honestly, I was tired of Spaghettios and sandwiches and I was also tired of attempting (and failing) to study. So first I made tiramisu. I was very excited about it because I adore tiramisu and everything, so naturally, I made it very quickly and...well, I rushed, and in my haste to get it in the fridge for chilling, I forgot to add the coffee to the lady fingers. I had added rum, but that really wasn't enough for them to get nice and soggy, so, anyway, I let the thing chill in the fridge, completely unaware of the fact that I hadn't added coffee, and two hours later, as I bit into a piece, I realized I had probably used too much rum. Because I choked. Because it burned my throat. So that didn't go too well, but the cream part tasted good so I didn't toss it and I figured if I really wanted a piece later I could make some coffee, chill it, put it at the bottom of a bowl and let the ladyfingers soak it up before I ate it.
Next mishap!
I can't cook rice, apparently, not even with a rice cooker. For some reason I thought the rice to water ratio was 1:1, but it's actually 1:2, so the rice turned out only partially cooked, slightly burned, and kind of dry. ...Whoops. :)
Next mishap!
I can't cook rice, apparently, not even with a rice cooker. For some reason I thought the rice to water ratio was 1:1, but it's actually 1:2, so the rice turned out only partially cooked, slightly burned, and kind of dry. ...Whoops. :)
Monday, April 13, 2009
Upbeat and in the Sky
You know what?
I recently realized that generally, I'm a pretty happy person.
And I didn't used to be anywhere near that, either; at one point, I was suicidal and ready to end everything because I found that I had no goals and nothing at all I was interested in and therefore no real reason to live and waste the time and resources of those around me. I would've dug deeper with that box cutter had I had the courage and no one at all would've known until morning, when it was too late for anyone to convince me otherwise.
And I can reflect upon all this now, a positive human being, incredibly hopeful for the future. In two short years, I've grown as a person by leaps and bounds, really at a rate I have trouble believing. Freshman year, I was an incredibly childish, terribly lonely and unhappy little girl. Sophomore year, I was still incredibly childish and still moderately unhappy, but I had friends that loved me and that I loved back dearly. Junior year, now, I am STILL incredibly childish (but working on it ;) ), happy, for the most part, and I have friends that I absolutely could never part from and I am still continuing to make more friends as my social skills evolve and I learn more how to relate to people. I can't wait until next year, really. I can't wait for the rest of my life.
I recently realized that generally, I'm a pretty happy person.
And I didn't used to be anywhere near that, either; at one point, I was suicidal and ready to end everything because I found that I had no goals and nothing at all I was interested in and therefore no real reason to live and waste the time and resources of those around me. I would've dug deeper with that box cutter had I had the courage and no one at all would've known until morning, when it was too late for anyone to convince me otherwise.
And I can reflect upon all this now, a positive human being, incredibly hopeful for the future. In two short years, I've grown as a person by leaps and bounds, really at a rate I have trouble believing. Freshman year, I was an incredibly childish, terribly lonely and unhappy little girl. Sophomore year, I was still incredibly childish and still moderately unhappy, but I had friends that loved me and that I loved back dearly. Junior year, now, I am STILL incredibly childish (but working on it ;) ), happy, for the most part, and I have friends that I absolutely could never part from and I am still continuing to make more friends as my social skills evolve and I learn more how to relate to people. I can't wait until next year, really. I can't wait for the rest of my life.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
The End of the World
No, not the album by The Real Tuesday Weld. (But I AM listening to it as I write this. :) )
I'm talking about December 21, 2012.
After hearing a friend mention the date, I remembered a history class discussion from nearly four years ago where we talked about the Mayan prediction of the end of the world, set on our calendar's equivalent of December 21st 2012. The thing that made it most frightening was not that it would occur during our lifetimes, it was that the Mayans were seldom wrong in their celestial predictions. Will the world really end in a flurry of volcanic, oceanic, astral tumult and end human, plant and animal life as we know it?
...I don't think so.
And even if it does, Nicolas Cage will save the race by allowing his son to leave with the angel aliens!
(Good GOD. Knowing was slightly disturbing.)
Oh, and survivalists? That was the day predicted for the beginning of the new Mayan calendar. No disastrous end was foretold. And one more thing before I finish this blog up...Um, if it really were the end of the world, or at least the date on which natural disasters would destroy most of the livable space and pretty much all the people on this earth, wouldn't you kind of want to die? Just a thought...;)
I'm talking about December 21, 2012.
After hearing a friend mention the date, I remembered a history class discussion from nearly four years ago where we talked about the Mayan prediction of the end of the world, set on our calendar's equivalent of December 21st 2012. The thing that made it most frightening was not that it would occur during our lifetimes, it was that the Mayans were seldom wrong in their celestial predictions. Will the world really end in a flurry of volcanic, oceanic, astral tumult and end human, plant and animal life as we know it?
...I don't think so.
And even if it does, Nicolas Cage will save the race by allowing his son to leave with the angel aliens!
(Good GOD. Knowing was slightly disturbing.)
Oh, and survivalists? That was the day predicted for the beginning of the new Mayan calendar. No disastrous end was foretold. And one more thing before I finish this blog up...Um, if it really were the end of the world, or at least the date on which natural disasters would destroy most of the livable space and pretty much all the people on this earth, wouldn't you kind of want to die? Just a thought...;)
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Thing I Have Realized #2
Nothing is large in any way. Everything is comprised of smaller units and you can tackle a large thing by getting through it in small increments or by destroying smaller factions.
Thing I Have Realized #1
Everything is flawed to some degree, so don't feel bad about not being perfect. Perfection does not and never has existed.
Insomnia and Edith Edith Edith
I can't stop listening to Edith Piaf songs. Je les aime beauCOUUUP.
Anyway. I'm reading about the effects of Ambien at the moment and finding the results of my search HILARIOUS. Here: http://www.boingboing.net/2009/02/18/emailing-while-aslee.html
I've sleepwalked three times in my life. The first time happened when I was maybe like...I dunno, 10? I was asleep in my mom's bed and I was fully aware of my actions but unable to control any of them, and as I watched myself in a sort of calm euphoria, my arm knocked everything off the nightstand, books, glass of water, papers, lamp, and I realized I was sleepwalking. Odd, right?
The other two times occurred last year and the year before that. One of those times, I woke up, took a seat in the bathtub completely clothed, and turned on the spigot. I left it on for a few minutes before curling up in the wet and falling back asleep. The second and more recent of these sleepwalking episodes occurred at about four AM on a Thursday night as I climbed out of bed, took off my shirt, put it in the hamper, put on a dirty shirt, emptied my hamper, and clambered inside. I woke up unable to feel my feet or arms. It was kind of awful.
I also have sleepover incidents. Apparently, I will wake (or I used to wake) in the middle of the night, sit up in my sleeping bag, look around with really wide eyes, open my mouth as if to speak and then lie back down and go to sleep. I've also been told I talk and sing and hum in my sleep. I wonder what I say?
Anyway. I'm reading about the effects of Ambien at the moment and finding the results of my search HILARIOUS. Here: http://www.boingboing.net/2009/02/18/emailing-while-aslee.html
I've sleepwalked three times in my life. The first time happened when I was maybe like...I dunno, 10? I was asleep in my mom's bed and I was fully aware of my actions but unable to control any of them, and as I watched myself in a sort of calm euphoria, my arm knocked everything off the nightstand, books, glass of water, papers, lamp, and I realized I was sleepwalking. Odd, right?
The other two times occurred last year and the year before that. One of those times, I woke up, took a seat in the bathtub completely clothed, and turned on the spigot. I left it on for a few minutes before curling up in the wet and falling back asleep. The second and more recent of these sleepwalking episodes occurred at about four AM on a Thursday night as I climbed out of bed, took off my shirt, put it in the hamper, put on a dirty shirt, emptied my hamper, and clambered inside. I woke up unable to feel my feet or arms. It was kind of awful.
I also have sleepover incidents. Apparently, I will wake (or I used to wake) in the middle of the night, sit up in my sleeping bag, look around with really wide eyes, open my mouth as if to speak and then lie back down and go to sleep. I've also been told I talk and sing and hum in my sleep. I wonder what I say?
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