Er....well, this is awkward. It turns out a certain person I TOTALLY HATE (yeah, that's right, I went there!) is playing Liszt's Un Sospiro. Not anything by Beethoven. While it's not the end of the world, I did get my classical pieces mixed up and that is rather humiliating to me. So, just forget I ever said ANYTHING about the Moonlight Sonata. I don't know how I even came up with that. Who knows? Maybe he WAS playing it sometime.
NOT THAT I CARE.
On another note, winter break is here at last! And naturally, I have to be ill on my own time. :P You'd think with all the cancer research they're doing, those smarty pants doctors could take a 2 second break to find a cure for the common cold.
But that's cool, you know? Everybody gets colds sometimes, right? Definitely. And I'm now super-popular in orchestra* because of the Buche de Noel. Sadly, most of my French class interpreted the marshmallows as a con (sorry, Adhit) and barely touched the food throughout the whole period. However, I later walked into the band/orchestra room, shouted "Who wants cake?" and it was gone in no more than a minute and thirty seconds.
I love them so much. :)
I also love my fellow 11 2-period-high-school-goers. There was this one girl who brought everybody a potato for Christmas (most interesting present ever? I think so), and we started playing hot potato with it and chucking it at one another. Let me put it this way: if you had walked past us between 8:50 and 9:15 this morning, you would not have guessed we were the honors kids.
Au revoir!
*One of our....ahem, "less gifted" violists is considering taking lessons from my violin teacher! Yay! Competence, here we come!
Friday, December 17, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
Misadventures In The Kitchen, Week FIVE
This week's recipe: Bûche de Noël!!!!! Tres francais, oui? :)
My friend and I got together today after school and cooked it up (I use the term "cooked" loosely, as you will soon see). Our teacher offered FORTY credit culturel points if we baked one, so how could we not? That's practically an entire semester's worth!
Pros:
It is SOOOOO rich and delicious tasting. (That tends to happen when you use several cups of butter and powdered sugar.)
Fun time with a friend! Need I say more?
Cons:
You don't cook the filling or the frosting. Which freaks me out a little bit, since the mixtures contain raw eggs. Call me paranoid, but I like burning up the little bad bacteria through a process called baking!
If you eat more than 2 bites, you pretty much feel like puking.
Pro/Con (your call on this one...)
Marshmallows. My friend stuck marshmallows on our cake.
My friend and I got together today after school and cooked it up (I use the term "cooked" loosely, as you will soon see). Our teacher offered FORTY credit culturel points if we baked one, so how could we not? That's practically an entire semester's worth!
Pros:
It is SOOOOO rich and delicious tasting. (That tends to happen when you use several cups of butter and powdered sugar.)
Fun time with a friend! Need I say more?
Cons:
You don't cook the filling or the frosting. Which freaks me out a little bit, since the mixtures contain raw eggs. Call me paranoid, but I like burning up the little bad bacteria through a process called baking!
If you eat more than 2 bites, you pretty much feel like puking.
Pro/Con (your call on this one...)
Marshmallows. My friend stuck marshmallows on our cake.
I wish it looked more like a log, but.....yeah. This is my baby, right here. ;)
Oh, and before I forget? I added a little bar thingy at the bottom of each post. It's like a comment button if people are tired and feel lazy! Feel free to like...use it...or something. Or comment. Or both? (Now I feel like I'm pushing my luck.)
Happy holidays! From Cheese and her Bûche de Noël!
I Can't Always Get What I Want (Because Adi Is Always So Annoyingly Correct)
Ugh, Adi...why do you always have to be so RIGHT?! :P
I suppose my last post was immature. In fact, I'm a little embarrassed that I let my emotions get the best of me. Part of the whole "moving on" thing is NOT CARING!!!
At all.
Certainly not enough to do such immature deeds. Therefore, I am now discontinuing my series. (Sorry, but some things just weren't meant to be.) But just one thing before I go....
(A.K.A. Blogging My Revenge, Part Finale)
I went shopping yesterday. Dress shopping. For my recital. And you know what?! If I may be conceited for a moment, I think I look tres fantastique! He's going to see me looking awesomely pretty in that dress, and it'll just HIT HIM. HIT HIM. HIT HIMMMMM that he could've had me then! But not anymore! Because I DESERVE BETTER!!!!!!!!!!!
(This is me, trying to not let my emotions get the best of me...what a fail.)
Anyway, good times. It's a gorgeous dress (I think, anyway).
And I have a Christmas/Hanukkah/Kwanzaa present for y'all, before I'm off to Louisiana on vacation (I'll try to blog, but I have no idea if I'll ever be in close proximity to wifi and/or a computer)! You get ANOTHER post today! A series post! That you've probably practically forgotten about! But it's BAAAACK! Yayyyy!
I suppose my last post was immature. In fact, I'm a little embarrassed that I let my emotions get the best of me. Part of the whole "moving on" thing is NOT CARING!!!
At all.
Certainly not enough to do such immature deeds. Therefore, I am now discontinuing my series. (Sorry, but some things just weren't meant to be.) But just one thing before I go....
(A.K.A. Blogging My Revenge, Part Finale)
I went shopping yesterday. Dress shopping. For my recital. And you know what?! If I may be conceited for a moment, I think I look tres fantastique! He's going to see me looking awesomely pretty in that dress, and it'll just HIT HIM. HIT HIM. HIT HIMMMMM that he could've had me then! But not anymore! Because I DESERVE BETTER!!!!!!!!!!!
(This is me, trying to not let my emotions get the best of me...what a fail.)
Anyway, good times. It's a gorgeous dress (I think, anyway).
And I have a Christmas/Hanukkah/Kwanzaa present for y'all, before I'm off to Louisiana on vacation (I'll try to blog, but I have no idea if I'll ever be in close proximity to wifi and/or a computer)! You get ANOTHER post today! A series post! That you've probably practically forgotten about! But it's BAAAACK! Yayyyy!
Friday, December 10, 2010
Blogging My Revenge, Part 1
The weekend is here! And dumbo BGF isn't!!!!! :D
Which brings me to the introduction of my new series, that I may or may not end up enforcing. I can't say it'll have a regular date (we all know how THAT turned out *coughcoughGOLDENCOMPASScoughcough*), but whenever I do something to drive the jerk who broke my heart crazy, I'll tell you!
During my TA time this morning, I was setting up the chairs, and I did the first of many immature things to BGF. You see, he has continued to be a butthead, so I decided it was time to stop hiding my anger and FIGHT BACK. I thought it might be nice to eliminate his chair from the front row (humiliating, attention-getting, and it fulfills my craving for revenge), so I had the following discussion with my teacher:
Me: *walks into office* Would it be juvenile to remove [BGF]'s chair from the front row?
Him: Yes.
Me: *walks out of office*
*walks back in*
Can I do it anyway?
Him: No.
Me: *removes chair from front row*
He ended up sharing one of the seven seats with a mutual friend. I was somewhat annoyed that he didn't banish himself to the back row, but on the plus side the friend did sit on the side closer to me. At least there was a partial barrier between me and BGF (henceforth standing for Buzz-killing, Ghastly Frenemy).
Oh, and one more thing. I learned he would rather sacrifice his pride by doubling-up on seats than by sitting in a place other than his rightful seat. That knowledge could come in handy. I think this activity might become a regular. :)
BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Which brings me to the introduction of my new series, that I may or may not end up enforcing. I can't say it'll have a regular date (we all know how THAT turned out *coughcoughGOLDENCOMPASScoughcough*), but whenever I do something to drive the jerk who broke my heart crazy, I'll tell you!
During my TA time this morning, I was setting up the chairs, and I did the first of many immature things to BGF. You see, he has continued to be a butthead, so I decided it was time to stop hiding my anger and FIGHT BACK. I thought it might be nice to eliminate his chair from the front row (humiliating, attention-getting, and it fulfills my craving for revenge), so I had the following discussion with my teacher:
Me: *walks into office* Would it be juvenile to remove [BGF]'s chair from the front row?
Him: Yes.
Me: *walks out of office*
*walks back in*
Can I do it anyway?
Him: No.
Me: *removes chair from front row*
He ended up sharing one of the seven seats with a mutual friend. I was somewhat annoyed that he didn't banish himself to the back row, but on the plus side the friend did sit on the side closer to me. At least there was a partial barrier between me and BGF (henceforth standing for Buzz-killing, Ghastly Frenemy).
Oh, and one more thing. I learned he would rather sacrifice his pride by doubling-up on seats than by sitting in a place other than his rightful seat. That knowledge could come in handy. I think this activity might become a regular. :)
BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Although There's Pain In My Chest, I Still Wish You The Best With A "F*** YOU!!!"
Sorry I've been blogging even less regularly than usual, but I've needed this last week for reflection. After BGF pretty much broke my heart, I needed a bit of time to think...and cry...and think more. And since y'all are my REAL friends (TAKE THAT, BGF!), I would like to share what I have realized over the last week with you.
1. He is mean.
This was the stage I went through a couple of hours after it happened. I cried into my pillow, got mascara everywhere, and broke down over the phone to a friend who is fortunate enough to not know him personally. HOW COULD HE DO THAT TO ME?!
(Song of the stage: "Dear John," by my fellow girl-next-door, Taylor Swift)
2. He is MEAN.
At this point, I didn't get SAD, I got MAD! Not just mad, PISSED!!! I gave him a whole year of my life, wasting my time being around him, trying to get him to like me, and mostly trying to melt his cold, icy heart. And what did I get?! I got public humiliation, that's WHAT!
(Song of the stage: "Mean," also by Taylor Swift. ...what? It fits the feelings!)
3. He is undeserving of my time as long as he remains under the impression I am unworthy of his.
Pretty self-explanatory. This realization was accompanied by a phase in which I glared at him, trash-talked him to a different friend (who is ALSO fortunate enough to not know him), and pretty much just vented. That led me to...
(Song of the stage: "I Can Do Better," by Avril Lavigne)
4. Although he is a spineless, horrid little weasel, he is stuck in my life all freaking year. And I can't get away from him.
...and that thought just depressed me all over again.
(Song of the stage: "Grenade," by a true gentleman, Bruno Mars)
Today, I hit my fifth stage of grief:
Acceptance.
To be more specific, acceptance of the fact that said spineless, horrid little weasel is playing the stupid Moonlight Sonata. And that a depressed, unmotivated little weasel-ette will be unable to NOT watch his performance. Because she loves that damn Moonlight Sonata.
(Song of the stage: ...did you not just read ANY of that?! MOONLIGHT SONATA, you goofballs!)
And when the weasel plays a piano with his nice little weasel fingers, the weasel and the weasel-ette are close again. Because the weaselly music doesn't drive them apart, it pushes them back together.
WEASELS SUCK.
1. He is mean.
This was the stage I went through a couple of hours after it happened. I cried into my pillow, got mascara everywhere, and broke down over the phone to a friend who is fortunate enough to not know him personally. HOW COULD HE DO THAT TO ME?!
(Song of the stage: "Dear John," by my fellow girl-next-door, Taylor Swift)
2. He is MEAN.
At this point, I didn't get SAD, I got MAD! Not just mad, PISSED!!! I gave him a whole year of my life, wasting my time being around him, trying to get him to like me, and mostly trying to melt his cold, icy heart. And what did I get?! I got public humiliation, that's WHAT!
(Song of the stage: "Mean," also by Taylor Swift. ...what? It fits the feelings!)
3. He is undeserving of my time as long as he remains under the impression I am unworthy of his.
Pretty self-explanatory. This realization was accompanied by a phase in which I glared at him, trash-talked him to a different friend (who is ALSO fortunate enough to not know him), and pretty much just vented. That led me to...
(Song of the stage: "I Can Do Better," by Avril Lavigne)
4. Although he is a spineless, horrid little weasel, he is stuck in my life all freaking year. And I can't get away from him.
...and that thought just depressed me all over again.
(Song of the stage: "Grenade," by a true gentleman, Bruno Mars)
Today, I hit my fifth stage of grief:
Acceptance.
To be more specific, acceptance of the fact that said spineless, horrid little weasel is playing the stupid Moonlight Sonata. And that a depressed, unmotivated little weasel-ette will be unable to NOT watch his performance. Because she loves that damn Moonlight Sonata.
(Song of the stage: ...did you not just read ANY of that?! MOONLIGHT SONATA, you goofballs!)
And when the weasel plays a piano with his nice little weasel fingers, the weasel and the weasel-ette are close again. Because the weaselly music doesn't drive them apart, it pushes them back together.
WEASELS SUCK.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Friends, Lovers, or Nothing....(And Guess Who Just Chose "Enemies"???)
At least it's over now. I finally talked to the piano player today. It was public. And humiliating. And depressing. And a total buzz-killer. But it's over.
The highlights of our conversation are pretty much him saying that I'm a greedy attention hog, and he cannot POSSIBLY give attention to me, what with the hordes of people that all worship him because he is so popular and fantabulous. Of course. With all of them, he should definitely make them the priority over an ex-friend who (in my opinion, naturally) has been robbed of a great friendship, snubbed, and battered.
I don't think I have ever demanded an unreasonable amount of attention from him. He's probably just mixing up the amount of effort I put in (tons) with the amount of reward I actually got out of it (zilch).
He blamed me for our non-existent rehearsals. It's apparently MY fault that he can't find a ride, he has to work on the weekends (EVERY DAMN WEEKEND), and I never even try to find a time that works. He conveniently forgot the three consecutive weekends when I asked him if he had an hour or two to spare for me.
Bastard.
I have a few choice words for him that I intend to drop tomorrow. During our concert. In front of a huge crowd of people. Including his peers. I think he is in dire need of a little humiliation in order to deflate his massive ego, which hardly fits through the door.
All I was trying to do was be friends. Correct? Oui. I figured that since we were stuck with each other ALL FREAKING YEAR, it might be nice if we didn't totally hate each other. But whatever, right? He knows best, after all. (Excuse me while I bandage up my sarcasm hand, which just crashed uncomfortably into the ceiling.)
I love you guys. You're so much classier, awesomesaucier, funnier, sweeter, kinder, and better than BGF.
XOXO
Cheese
P.S. On an equally (yeah, right) depressing note, SHE AIN'T SWEARIN'. The girl I sit next to in la classe de francais has been as G-rated as a Disney movie! Our Cuss Count is still awfully low, and I'm not predicting a dramatic rise anytime soon. Plus, she says I have pretty hair, and I have greater difficulty mocking people who compliment me.
The highlights of our conversation are pretty much him saying that I'm a greedy attention hog, and he cannot POSSIBLY give attention to me, what with the hordes of people that all worship him because he is so popular and fantabulous. Of course. With all of them, he should definitely make them the priority over an ex-friend who (in my opinion, naturally) has been robbed of a great friendship, snubbed, and battered.
I don't think I have ever demanded an unreasonable amount of attention from him. He's probably just mixing up the amount of effort I put in (tons) with the amount of reward I actually got out of it (zilch).
He blamed me for our non-existent rehearsals. It's apparently MY fault that he can't find a ride, he has to work on the weekends (EVERY DAMN WEEKEND), and I never even try to find a time that works. He conveniently forgot the three consecutive weekends when I asked him if he had an hour or two to spare for me.
Bastard.
I have a few choice words for him that I intend to drop tomorrow. During our concert. In front of a huge crowd of people. Including his peers. I think he is in dire need of a little humiliation in order to deflate his massive ego, which hardly fits through the door.
All I was trying to do was be friends. Correct? Oui. I figured that since we were stuck with each other ALL FREAKING YEAR, it might be nice if we didn't totally hate each other. But whatever, right? He knows best, after all. (Excuse me while I bandage up my sarcasm hand, which just crashed uncomfortably into the ceiling.)
I love you guys. You're so much classier, awesomesaucier, funnier, sweeter, kinder, and better than BGF.
XOXO
Cheese
P.S. On an equally (yeah, right) depressing note, SHE AIN'T SWEARIN'. The girl I sit next to in la classe de francais has been as G-rated as a Disney movie! Our Cuss Count is still awfully low, and I'm not predicting a dramatic rise anytime soon. Plus, she says I have pretty hair, and I have greater difficulty mocking people who compliment me.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Let's Make This Happen Adi, You're Gonna Show The World That My Advice Can Work And It Can Work For You!!!
Yes, this post is for my dear friend Adi. For the sake of other readers not being totally baffled, here's the general situation:
Adi has a date. Kind of. To a concert.
And I'm going to tell him what to do (and what not to do):
Do tell her she looks pretty. Girls like innocent remarks that'll make us blush.
Don't tell her she looks hot. It is exponentially less classy.
Phrase to use: "You look ____"
Acceptable vocabulary: "great," "pretty," "nice." Vocabulary to avoid: "hot," "sexy," "like my mom."
Do be chivalrous. Hold doors for her (which you do anyway, because you are - as my grandpa would say - a "nice-a guy"). As I said in our gmail conversation, it speaks volumes. Girls are so impressed when guys do such no-brainer things like holding doors! We don't get it as much as we'd like, and when someone does treat us with a little extra respect, we sit up and take note!
Don't overdo the chivalry. When you carry her over puddles a la the Elizabethan era, that's taking it a bit too far. Girls can walk. Now that society has deemed it appropriate for us to wear pants, we actually enjoy the exercise.
Do try to make at least ONE semi-romantic remark to her during the concert. The lyrics that inspired this song title are, as I have told you, a good opportunity for you to lean over and whisper "This song/these lyrics/this whatever always makes me think of you."
Don't quote me. At any point. It's generally a good idea to steer clear of mentioning ALL OTHER FEMALE BEINGS while you are on a date. I may be her secret best friend, but until she knows that, don't let on that your dating etiquette expertise came from anyone besides yourself.
Do practice personal hygeine before leaving the house. Shower before the concert. If you're all like "but CHEEEEEESE, I'm a morning-shower person!", shut up. Suck it up and smell like yummy soap for one night. And for the love of all things holy, brush your teeth. If she has a miraculous time and decides she wants to kiss you or something at the end of the concert, you don't want her to have to breathe in your nasty lunch-breath (a guaranteed way for you to not get a second kiss).
Don't expect me to come up with a "don't" for this scenario. Hygeine should NEVER be compromised.
As for my last piece of advice, ignore what I just said (except about the showering!!!). Romance cannot be planned word for word, and if you find yourself thinking in the last two minutes of the concert, "Oh crap, I never held a door for her! Cheese said to hold doors! COME ON, DATE! WE GOTTA GO FIND A DOOR!", then you're screwed. That particular scenario would result only with you looking like a total idiot, and your date being pissed she has to miss the big finale for you to hold a freaking door for her.
You'll be fine, Adi. And if you have any questions, you've got plenty of time to bombard me with them.
Adi has a date. Kind of. To a concert.
And I'm going to tell him what to do (and what not to do):
Do tell her she looks pretty. Girls like innocent remarks that'll make us blush.
Don't tell her she looks hot. It is exponentially less classy.
Phrase to use: "You look ____"
Acceptable vocabulary: "great," "pretty," "nice." Vocabulary to avoid: "hot," "sexy," "like my mom."
Do be chivalrous. Hold doors for her (which you do anyway, because you are - as my grandpa would say - a "nice-a guy"). As I said in our gmail conversation, it speaks volumes. Girls are so impressed when guys do such no-brainer things like holding doors! We don't get it as much as we'd like, and when someone does treat us with a little extra respect, we sit up and take note!
Don't overdo the chivalry. When you carry her over puddles a la the Elizabethan era, that's taking it a bit too far. Girls can walk. Now that society has deemed it appropriate for us to wear pants, we actually enjoy the exercise.
Do try to make at least ONE semi-romantic remark to her during the concert. The lyrics that inspired this song title are, as I have told you, a good opportunity for you to lean over and whisper "This song/these lyrics/this whatever always makes me think of you."
Don't quote me. At any point. It's generally a good idea to steer clear of mentioning ALL OTHER FEMALE BEINGS while you are on a date. I may be her secret best friend, but until she knows that, don't let on that your dating etiquette expertise came from anyone besides yourself.
Do practice personal hygeine before leaving the house. Shower before the concert. If you're all like "but CHEEEEEESE, I'm a morning-shower person!", shut up. Suck it up and smell like yummy soap for one night. And for the love of all things holy, brush your teeth. If she has a miraculous time and decides she wants to kiss you or something at the end of the concert, you don't want her to have to breathe in your nasty lunch-breath (a guaranteed way for you to not get a second kiss).
Don't expect me to come up with a "don't" for this scenario. Hygeine should NEVER be compromised.
As for my last piece of advice, ignore what I just said (except about the showering!!!). Romance cannot be planned word for word, and if you find yourself thinking in the last two minutes of the concert, "Oh crap, I never held a door for her! Cheese said to hold doors! COME ON, DATE! WE GOTTA GO FIND A DOOR!", then you're screwed. That particular scenario would result only with you looking like a total idiot, and your date being pissed she has to miss the big finale for you to hold a freaking door for her.
You'll be fine, Adi. And if you have any questions, you've got plenty of time to bombard me with them.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
I Used To Know My Place Was The Spot Next To You, Now I'm Searching The Theater For An Empty Seat 'Cause Lately I Don't Even Know What Page You're On
On Thursday night I went to the midnight premiere of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (Part One)! IT WAS SO WORTH SLEEPING THROUGH MATH CLASS! All right, for the purposes of my movie commentary, spoilers will be in a different color! If you don't want any of the movie's surprises ruined, skip ahead to the rest of...whatever color I'm writing in. My blog changes it, so it ends up not being black, even though I write it that way...
You can stop reading now.
Siriusly, you can go back to the original text color!
No need to read spoilers!
Spoil spoil spoil!
You sure? Okaaaay....
I know you're all thinking it...so WHAT IN THE NAME OF ALBUS PERCIVAL WULFRIC BRIAN DUMBLEDORE was up with the random, naked, photoshopped Harry/Hermione makeout scene?! I know it was supposed to be Ronald's nightmare-scene, but...there was NO lip-on-lip action involved! Just words! Only taunting! Anyways, that image kind of scarred me.
I screamed in the Godric's Hollow scene! Bathilda was SO CREEPY. And Nagini....jumping out of nowhere....*shudder* I screamed! And then when it went all quiet and they reached for the wand by the ledge thing, I was all like "Don't look over the ledge! Don't look over the ledge!" and they DID, and I was like "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" because Nagini just like, jumped out! And....ew....fangs! Fangs!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! It was SO SCARY.
But I have to say, I think my favorite part was in the Ministry of Magic, when Ron is telling Mary Cattermole that she has to go home and leave the country and stuff. When she snogs him...the look on Hermione's face is just PRICELESS! She's all like, "GO DIE, YOU B-WORD! AND GET YOUR MITTS OFF MAH GINGER!"
...I think that's what I looked like today in orchestra when the principal second violinist started flirting with BGF. *glare* Luckily, I put her in her place when I swapped the seconds and the cellos. :) I'm the TA! I set up the chairs, I choose where to put my romantic rivals! THAT'S HOW IT WORKS.
And there was that totally random, completely film-only scene of Harry and Hermione dancing. I thought it was adorable and hilarious, all at the same time! So even though it was not in JK Rowling's masterpiece, I didn't mind. :D
IT WAS THE RETURN OF DOBBY!!! It was also the termination of Dobby, which made me really depressed. I almost cried. However, seeing as I was sitting next to the popular girls, I refrained in an effort to appear cool.
All in all, this is my FAVORITE Harry Potter movie! It absolutely reeked of epicness.
I'm afraid the cuss count revival gathered some premature hype. SP 2.0 went two full days without swearing! (After her streak of NINE!) If it was just a one-time thing, then I'm going to be very disappointed.
P.S. For those of you who were curious, the post title refers to the theater in which I saw DH. Guess who was there at the same time? BGF, naturally. Sandwiched between the ASB president and his fellow 9th grade rep. :P Both girls. I went up to talk to them (because at the time, I had no idea where to sit - the theater was PACKED!), and he didn't even look at me. It kind of sucked. It...really sucked. I need this conversation more than ever now....
You can stop reading now.
Siriusly, you can go back to the original text color!
No need to read spoilers!
Spoil spoil spoil!
You sure? Okaaaay....
I know you're all thinking it...so WHAT IN THE NAME OF ALBUS PERCIVAL WULFRIC BRIAN DUMBLEDORE was up with the random, naked, photoshopped Harry/Hermione makeout scene?! I know it was supposed to be Ronald's nightmare-scene, but...there was NO lip-on-lip action involved! Just words! Only taunting! Anyways, that image kind of scarred me.
I screamed in the Godric's Hollow scene! Bathilda was SO CREEPY. And Nagini....jumping out of nowhere....*shudder* I screamed! And then when it went all quiet and they reached for the wand by the ledge thing, I was all like "Don't look over the ledge! Don't look over the ledge!" and they DID, and I was like "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" because Nagini just like, jumped out! And....ew....fangs! Fangs!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! It was SO SCARY.
But I have to say, I think my favorite part was in the Ministry of Magic, when Ron is telling Mary Cattermole that she has to go home and leave the country and stuff. When she snogs him...the look on Hermione's face is just PRICELESS! She's all like, "GO DIE, YOU B-WORD! AND GET YOUR MITTS OFF MAH GINGER!"
...I think that's what I looked like today in orchestra when the principal second violinist started flirting with BGF. *glare* Luckily, I put her in her place when I swapped the seconds and the cellos. :) I'm the TA! I set up the chairs, I choose where to put my romantic rivals! THAT'S HOW IT WORKS.
And there was that totally random, completely film-only scene of Harry and Hermione dancing. I thought it was adorable and hilarious, all at the same time! So even though it was not in JK Rowling's masterpiece, I didn't mind. :D
IT WAS THE RETURN OF DOBBY!!! It was also the termination of Dobby, which made me really depressed. I almost cried. However, seeing as I was sitting next to the popular girls, I refrained in an effort to appear cool.
All in all, this is my FAVORITE Harry Potter movie! It absolutely reeked of epicness.
I'm afraid the cuss count revival gathered some premature hype. SP 2.0 went two full days without swearing! (After her streak of NINE!) If it was just a one-time thing, then I'm going to be very disappointed.
P.S. For those of you who were curious, the post title refers to the theater in which I saw DH. Guess who was there at the same time? BGF, naturally. Sandwiched between the ASB president and his fellow 9th grade rep. :P Both girls. I went up to talk to them (because at the time, I had no idea where to sit - the theater was PACKED!), and he didn't even look at me. It kind of sucked. It...really sucked. I need this conversation more than ever now....
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
You Need To Hear Me Out And They Said Speak Now!
I officially have an accomplice! *cue evil music*
ONE OF MY REAL LIFE FRIENDS IS GOING TO HELP ME WIN BACK BGF!
You see, I (like many other nerds in my grade - aka SIX) do Science Olympiad. Unfortunately, the B Division competition rules only allow for five freshmen on the team. That means that our team must bid farewell to one of our buddies. This is personally very depressing to me, because one of my closest friends is the one who will shortly be getting the metaphorical axe. He's doing an event with me (Crime Busters FTW!), and his absence will mean I need a new partner-in-crime. Sadly, my accomplice already has a full schedule, but she DID suggest BGF!!!! After I politely declined, knowing he would object in the politest way possible, she said she'd ask for me! I'M GETTING BGF BAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!!!!! :D
We're gonna bust crime together!
In other news, we switched seats in la classe de francais. When this happened, I was totally resigned to the fact I'd have to retire my Cuss Count, but guess what?! You're in luck! The NEW person who sits next to me (not my seat partner, thank God) swears even more than Seat Partner #1!!! So, starting now, I will be keeping track of the swearing done by SP 2.0. Just remember, 31 is the cuss count to beat! (Believe me, it's one day in and she already swore 9 times. I'm starting to think it ain't gonna be that hard.)
ONE OF MY REAL LIFE FRIENDS IS GOING TO HELP ME WIN BACK BGF!
You see, I (like many other nerds in my grade - aka SIX) do Science Olympiad. Unfortunately, the B Division competition rules only allow for five freshmen on the team. That means that our team must bid farewell to one of our buddies. This is personally very depressing to me, because one of my closest friends is the one who will shortly be getting the metaphorical axe. He's doing an event with me (Crime Busters FTW!), and his absence will mean I need a new partner-in-crime. Sadly, my accomplice already has a full schedule, but she DID suggest BGF!!!! After I politely declined, knowing he would object in the politest way possible, she said she'd ask for me! I'M GETTING BGF BAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!!!!! :D
We're gonna bust crime together!
In other news, we switched seats in la classe de francais. When this happened, I was totally resigned to the fact I'd have to retire my Cuss Count, but guess what?! You're in luck! The NEW person who sits next to me (not my seat partner, thank God) swears even more than Seat Partner #1!!! So, starting now, I will be keeping track of the swearing done by SP 2.0. Just remember, 31 is the cuss count to beat! (Believe me, it's one day in and she already swore 9 times. I'm starting to think it ain't gonna be that hard.)
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Don't Look Back, Just Go. Take A Breath, Move Along (All The Way Down To Louisiana)
Priya! Hi Priya! Thank you for not being a lurker! :) It's always great to get comments. They (and this goes for everybody's comments!) make my day. <3
Thank you so much for your words of wisdom. I had absolutely no clue boys were lunkheads (except for the manklers, of course). *sarcasm hand (not aimed at the comment about manklers)* But one of these days, he's in for a rude awakening. (I'm just sayin'.) Anyway, you've probably heard enough about that by now. :)
I have posted a poll that may persuade me to be marginally less lazy (no guarantees; I'm the one who finishes big projects the class period before they're due), and I shall be updating the cuss count pronto!
Guess what?! Over my school's winter break, I'm goin' on a ROAD TRIPPPPPP!!!!! All the way to Louisiana...believe me, I will have many pictures for you. :) We're going all the way down the west coast (after all, who would want to cross the Rockies in December?!), then taking a sharp turn in southern California and heading to some town near New Orleans! FUN, right?! Right?! *panics* I will NOT go crazy sitting in a car for an entire week. I won't!!!! *hyperventilates*
That's it for now, buddies! <3
Have a fantastic...however long it'll be until I post again, and if there are any Americans reading this right now, go hug a veteran tomorrow! They made sacrifices for you!
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P.S. 'Tis the season for a bit of shameless self-promotion. Followers, I call upon you to help recruit our Sparkfriends, because I have no means of reaching most of them! Please help me get our little cheesy family of 8 (me, plus you seven amazing followers) BIGGER, BIGGER, BIGGER!
Now, please excuse me while I go and attempt to retrieve my dignity. It must have wandered off while I was begging for your help...
Thank you so much for your words of wisdom. I had absolutely no clue boys were lunkheads (except for the manklers, of course). *sarcasm hand (not aimed at the comment about manklers)* But one of these days, he's in for a rude awakening. (I'm just sayin'.) Anyway, you've probably heard enough about that by now. :)
I have posted a poll that may persuade me to be marginally less lazy (no guarantees; I'm the one who finishes big projects the class period before they're due), and I shall be updating the cuss count pronto!
Guess what?! Over my school's winter break, I'm goin' on a ROAD TRIPPPPPP!!!!! All the way to Louisiana...believe me, I will have many pictures for you. :) We're going all the way down the west coast (after all, who would want to cross the Rockies in December?!), then taking a sharp turn in southern California and heading to some town near New Orleans! FUN, right?! Right?! *panics* I will NOT go crazy sitting in a car for an entire week. I won't!!!! *hyperventilates*
That's it for now, buddies! <3
Have a fantastic...however long it'll be until I post again, and if there are any Americans reading this right now, go hug a veteran tomorrow! They made sacrifices for you!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
P.S. 'Tis the season for a bit of shameless self-promotion. Followers, I call upon you to help recruit our Sparkfriends, because I have no means of reaching most of them! Please help me get our little cheesy family of 8 (me, plus you seven amazing followers) BIGGER, BIGGER, BIGGER!
Now, please excuse me while I go and attempt to retrieve my dignity. It must have wandered off while I was begging for your help...
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
She's Got All The Right Friends In All The Right Places, So Yeah, I'm Going Down...
Someone, please be so kind as to explain to me why somebody who a certain person has known for five years (ME) is talked to, looked at, and generally tolerated less than somebody they have known for five weeks (NOT ME)?
I fail to see how that adds up. And this was after I snuck a peek through the Calculus class window this morning at the high school! If they can't do the math, I'm hard-pressed to find someone who can.
My French class had a tres marvelous speaker today! He was the president of the local French Bakers' Union, or whatever it's called, and he brought me food. :) He also officially taught us to swear in French class (at the insistence of Seat Partner, of course - who else?).
I barely understood any of it, but I was quite amused nonetheless when one of the people in my class recited a phone number, asked if it meant anything to the guy speaking, and later declared, "WELL IT'S THE NUMBER OF YOUR COMPANY."
If you're ever in need of a stalker, just tell me. I know a guy. ;)
I fail to see how that adds up. And this was after I snuck a peek through the Calculus class window this morning at the high school! If they can't do the math, I'm hard-pressed to find someone who can.
My French class had a tres marvelous speaker today! He was the president of the local French Bakers' Union, or whatever it's called, and he brought me food. :) He also officially taught us to swear in French class (at the insistence of Seat Partner, of course - who else?).
I barely understood any of it, but I was quite amused nonetheless when one of the people in my class recited a phone number, asked if it meant anything to the guy speaking, and later declared, "WELL IT'S THE NUMBER OF YOUR COMPANY."
If you're ever in need of a stalker, just tell me. I know a guy. ;)
Saturday, November 6, 2010
(The Destiny Dice Were) How This Idea Was Drilled Into My Head, Cause It's Too Important To Stay The Way It's Been
Good morning, my cheesy followers! Time for your occasional relevatory post! You see, this morning I was throwing my "Destiny Dice" to determine my fate for the day (yup, I was kinda bored).
First, I got this
And then this
And then this
But I realized I kept re-throwing the dice because I wasn't getting what I wanted. So you know what? If I want this, then this is what I'll get!
Because we make our OWN destinies! If we don't like the dice the world has thrown for us, just stick out an index finger and push the dice over!!!
We have the power.
(P.S. I don't have anything against getting money from a Sagittarius.)
First, I got this
And then this
And then this
But I realized I kept re-throwing the dice because I wasn't getting what I wanted. So you know what? If I want this, then this is what I'll get!
Because we make our OWN destinies! If we don't like the dice the world has thrown for us, just stick out an index finger and push the dice over!!!
We have the power.
(P.S. I don't have anything against getting money from a Sagittarius.)
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Misadventures in the Kitchen, Week FOUR
The recipe: CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIE BARS
And get this: I made them to take to a PARTY. An actual, honest-to-goodness party! A social event! Me!!!! Your little Cheesy's all grown up. *sniff*
Pros:
Chocolate.
Chip.
Cookie.
Bars.
Plus, my arm muscles are all buff thanks to the manual stirring I had to do!
Cons:
It took forever to mix because my mom didn't feel like letting me use the KitchenAid power mixer. Grr.
....it had chocolate. That outweighs just about every con you could possibly imagine (except for the lack of an electronic mixer)!!!
They were a semi-moderate hit among the four people who ended up attending the party! (Just to clarify, 6 people in my French class all planned to get together to watch La Vie En Rose for our "culture credit." 2 of them didn't show. Sucks for them.) Considering my cookie bars' rivals were a bag of Lays Baked Potato Chips, 32 bags of movie-theater-style popcorn, and some Halloween cookies, I take this to be a significant triumph.
Happy Halloween to my not so cheesy blog-followers!
And get this: I made them to take to a PARTY. An actual, honest-to-goodness party! A social event! Me!!!! Your little Cheesy's all grown up. *sniff*
Pros:
Chocolate.
Chip.
Cookie.
Bars.
Plus, my arm muscles are all buff thanks to the manual stirring I had to do!
Cons:
It took forever to mix because my mom didn't feel like letting me use the KitchenAid power mixer. Grr.
....it had chocolate. That outweighs just about every con you could possibly imagine (except for the lack of an electronic mixer)!!!
They were a semi-moderate hit among the four people who ended up attending the party! (Just to clarify, 6 people in my French class all planned to get together to watch La Vie En Rose for our "culture credit." 2 of them didn't show. Sucks for them.) Considering my cookie bars' rivals were a bag of Lays Baked Potato Chips, 32 bags of movie-theater-style popcorn, and some Halloween cookies, I take this to be a significant triumph.
Happy Halloween to my not so cheesy blog-followers!
Friday, October 29, 2010
How'd We End Up This Way, See Me Nervously Pulling At My Clothes And Trying To Look Busy? And You're Doing Your Best To AVOID ME...
...I thought that no matter what happened, The Fray would always be right. You know, "He will do one of two things, he will admit to everything or he'll say he's just not the same and you'll begin to wonder why you came." How To Save A Life, anyone? (Loving that song right now. It is PERFECT. I think The Fray is really just a group of musically gifted psychics who had foreseen this exact same thing happening to me.)
They must have forgotten about the third option.
I'm talkin' absolute, blatantly obvious AVOIDANCE.
Wednesday:
"Hey BGF, will you meet me in the band room? I have to talk to you."
"Sure, okay."
He doesn't come. I think, "Oh, I asked him at like, 7 in the morning. He was probably 75% asleep and just forgot."
So.
Thursday:
"Hey BGF, will you meet me in the band room during our TA time?"
"Yeah, I think I can do that."
He doesn't come. I think, "WTF?!"
So.
Friday:
"HEY BGF, WHEN I SAY 'COME TO THE BAND ROOM DURING TA TIME,' I ACTUALLY MEAN 'COME TO THE BAND ROOM DURING TA TIME!!!!'"
"Why? I don't see the point. I never get around there anyway, and it's a lot of fun in the conference room with [all his friends], and I don't get why you can't just talk to me here!" (this is said in a tone of utter annoyance, BTW)
....
....
I am still trying to process this, just so you know.
Here's what I've managed to grasp so far:
- he is terrified of a confrontation
- I am determined to confront him
- I am so determined, I ended up crying at school. During TA time. When he was not there.
- I don't know what to do now. My plan was for the rest of my life to fall into place according to whichever one of the two options mentioned by The Fray he picked!
What do I do now?! I HAVE TO talk to him! Je dois parler à mon joueur de piano! I need this conversation to happen. And...I have no clue how to proceed.
Not.
A.
Clue.
They must have forgotten about the third option.
I'm talkin' absolute, blatantly obvious AVOIDANCE.
Wednesday:
"Hey BGF, will you meet me in the band room? I have to talk to you."
"Sure, okay."
He doesn't come. I think, "Oh, I asked him at like, 7 in the morning. He was probably 75% asleep and just forgot."
So.
Thursday:
"Hey BGF, will you meet me in the band room during our TA time?"
"Yeah, I think I can do that."
He doesn't come. I think, "WTF?!"
So.
Friday:
"HEY BGF, WHEN I SAY 'COME TO THE BAND ROOM DURING TA TIME,' I ACTUALLY MEAN 'COME TO THE BAND ROOM DURING TA TIME!!!!'"
"Why? I don't see the point. I never get around there anyway, and it's a lot of fun in the conference room with [all his friends], and I don't get why you can't just talk to me here!" (this is said in a tone of utter annoyance, BTW)
....
....
I am still trying to process this, just so you know.
Here's what I've managed to grasp so far:
- he is terrified of a confrontation
- I am determined to confront him
- I am so determined, I ended up crying at school. During TA time. When he was not there.
- I don't know what to do now. My plan was for the rest of my life to fall into place according to whichever one of the two options mentioned by The Fray he picked!
What do I do now?! I HAVE TO talk to him! Je dois parler à mon joueur de piano! I need this conversation to happen. And...I have no clue how to proceed.
Not.
A.
Clue.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Clock Keeps Ticking, Time Is Running Out. Where We're Headed, There Is No Heading Back...
ONE MORE DAY.
A matter of mere hours, in fact.
My friendship is hanging by a thread, and everything will be determined tomorrow. *gulp*
Assuming I can find a way to get him to talk to me. I think I can. Yup. Probably.
Cuss Count: I'm pretty sure it's 15 now, but I left my French binder in my locker, so I may be off by a number or two either way.
Too freaked to blog more. Goodnight everyone! WISH ME LUCK!
A matter of mere hours, in fact.
My friendship is hanging by a thread, and everything will be determined tomorrow. *gulp*
Assuming I can find a way to get him to talk to me. I think I can. Yup. Probably.
Cuss Count: I'm pretty sure it's 15 now, but I left my French binder in my locker, so I may be off by a number or two either way.
Too freaked to blog more. Goodnight everyone! WISH ME LUCK!
Monday, October 25, 2010
Lights Will Guide You Home And Ignite Your Bones, And I Will Try-y-y-y To Fix You.
Maybe? If I get my chance to do that. Right now I'm still at the stage of "OH MY GOSH SOONER OR LATER I'M GOING TO TALK TO HIM AND AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH THERE'S STILL TIME TO BACK OUT BUT AT THE SAME TIME THERE ISN'T."
I hate waiting. I'm not very patient. This is especially difficult to sit back and think about, because I JUST WANT TO KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN WITH US.
We've been together for four years. Friends for two. Fake "item" for about 6 months. Awkward ex-friends for...a while now. I can't take it anymore. Nothing happened today.
I told him I had to talk to him. He looked terrified, like he was thinking "OH LORD HAVE MERCY PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DON'T UNLEASH THE BIG CHEESE ON ME!"
It scared me. He's never looked afraid in front of me before. This is not a good start. Or end.
But start or finish, either way would be better than this awkward rut.
Whether the road ends here, or if we're finally getting back on the freeway, we can't be stalled for much longer. (That was my first car metaphor! Ever!!!)
P.S. The Cuss Count is at 11. I imagine she swore FAR more than 2 times today, but we spent most of the period walking around the classroom separately, asking people "J'aime ou je n'aime pas _______?" Bottom line, I only witnessed two.
I hate waiting. I'm not very patient. This is especially difficult to sit back and think about, because I JUST WANT TO KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN WITH US.
We've been together for four years. Friends for two. Fake "item" for about 6 months. Awkward ex-friends for...a while now. I can't take it anymore. Nothing happened today.
I told him I had to talk to him. He looked terrified, like he was thinking "OH LORD HAVE MERCY PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DON'T UNLEASH THE BIG CHEESE ON ME!"
It scared me. He's never looked afraid in front of me before. This is not a good start. Or end.
But start or finish, either way would be better than this awkward rut.
Whether the road ends here, or if we're finally getting back on the freeway, we can't be stalled for much longer. (That was my first car metaphor! Ever!!!)
P.S. The Cuss Count is at 11. I imagine she swore FAR more than 2 times today, but we spent most of the period walking around the classroom separately, asking people "J'aime ou je n'aime pas _______?" Bottom line, I only witnessed two.
Friday, October 22, 2010
I Pray Your Brakes Go Out Running Down A Hill, I Pray A Flowerpot Falls From A Window Sill And Knocks You In The Head Like I'd Like To
*rages*
*throws something*
*kicks something*
*screams*
HE IS SUCH A DUMBO HEAD! Even his feet subconciously hate me. (I'm serious. Really. I moved my foot - without even really thinking about it! - SLIGHTLY towards his feet, and he MOVES THEM.)
Feet. Weather. Everything is getting worse and worse. Is there a reason I can't just be happy?! Is there a reason that I can't have any successful long-term relationships? Or even a SHORT TERM RELATIONSHIP, FOR THAT MATTER! I blame my stupid genetics. And my big hair.
And my crankiness.
And my messed up family.
And my friends, who are suddenly not so friendly anymore.
And my soccer team, who can't pull it together enough to win ONE game.
But mostly just my personality. What about me is it that just yells "I'M A FRIEND, JUST A FRIEND, FOREVER A FRIEND, ONLY A SARCASTIC FRIEND, NOT GIRLFRIEND MATERIAL!!!"?
Because I swear, I am NOT aiming for that! Is it so wrong to want somebody to love me? I love having my friends, but sometimes I just feel like it isn't enough. I want someone to hug me for a long time! I want somebody to hold my perpetually cold hands in the hall and make me feel like I'm a good person. I want him to smile his big smile at me, walk me to class like he used to, and text me just to say I'm on his mind.
Maybe that's aiming too high for right now. So I'd just ask for him to look at me when I manage to force a sentence out of him, or for him to hold the door once or twice. Anything. Anything besides a cold stare and an icy demeanor.
I know it could be worse. I really do. Overall, I guess I'm lucky. But it doesn't feel like it right now. All I wanted was my friend back, and all I got was an even more broken heart.
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P.S. Cuss Count is STILL at 9. Seat Partner kept it remarkably G-rated today! Or maybe I just missed her language while I felt like crying my eyes out. :'(
*throws something*
*kicks something*
*screams*
HE IS SUCH A DUMBO HEAD! Even his feet subconciously hate me. (I'm serious. Really. I moved my foot - without even really thinking about it! - SLIGHTLY towards his feet, and he MOVES THEM.)
Feet. Weather. Everything is getting worse and worse. Is there a reason I can't just be happy?! Is there a reason that I can't have any successful long-term relationships? Or even a SHORT TERM RELATIONSHIP, FOR THAT MATTER! I blame my stupid genetics. And my big hair.
And my crankiness.
And my messed up family.
And my friends, who are suddenly not so friendly anymore.
And my soccer team, who can't pull it together enough to win ONE game.
But mostly just my personality. What about me is it that just yells "I'M A FRIEND, JUST A FRIEND, FOREVER A FRIEND, ONLY A SARCASTIC FRIEND, NOT GIRLFRIEND MATERIAL!!!"?
Because I swear, I am NOT aiming for that! Is it so wrong to want somebody to love me? I love having my friends, but sometimes I just feel like it isn't enough. I want someone to hug me for a long time! I want somebody to hold my perpetually cold hands in the hall and make me feel like I'm a good person. I want him to smile his big smile at me, walk me to class like he used to, and text me just to say I'm on his mind.
Maybe that's aiming too high for right now. So I'd just ask for him to look at me when I manage to force a sentence out of him, or for him to hold the door once or twice. Anything. Anything besides a cold stare and an icy demeanor.
I know it could be worse. I really do. Overall, I guess I'm lucky. But it doesn't feel like it right now. All I wanted was my friend back, and all I got was an even more broken heart.
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P.S. Cuss Count is STILL at 9. Seat Partner kept it remarkably G-rated today! Or maybe I just missed her language while I felt like crying my eyes out. :'(
Thursday, October 21, 2010
You Got Me On My Knees, Piano PlayUH! I'm Begging Darling, Please Learn The Song For Me!
Er...that post title might not have gone the best parody-wise. The song is Eric Clapton's (via Derek and the Dominos) awesomesauce song Layla, and...well...just imagine "Piano player" sounding like "Layla." Okay? Okay! I think it's easier to imagine it if you're listening to the song.
I want him to play me the piano solo of that. It's soooo...him. When I hear it, it's just like, the whole world is...fine again. It's calming, and beautiful, and it's just one of the most amazingly perfect song sections I've ever heard. I wonder if he'd learn it for me if I told him it was what I wanted for my birthday...
Would that be creepy? Um...don't answer that.
I would like to take this opportunity to apologize for my cranky post a couple of days ago. I was in a SUPER bad mood, my whole life was spiralling kind of out of control, and I was soooo exhausted. I had no right to take my crabbiness out on you, and I'm really sorry for writing in such a nasty tone. I've told you before, and I'll say it again: I'm lucky to have you guys in my life. I always appreciate you, and you're so accepting and helpful to me when I need you to be there. Thanks guys :)
<3
Cheesy
P.S. After today, our Cuss Count is now at 9 (no French class on Wednesdays, or else we'd have hit double digits FO SHO). It'd probably be more, but today she made up a bunch of new words and I wasn't quite sure if they were intended to be profane or not. Stay tuned!
I want him to play me the piano solo of that. It's soooo...him. When I hear it, it's just like, the whole world is...fine again. It's calming, and beautiful, and it's just one of the most amazingly perfect song sections I've ever heard. I wonder if he'd learn it for me if I told him it was what I wanted for my birthday...
Would that be creepy? Um...don't answer that.
I would like to take this opportunity to apologize for my cranky post a couple of days ago. I was in a SUPER bad mood, my whole life was spiralling kind of out of control, and I was soooo exhausted. I had no right to take my crabbiness out on you, and I'm really sorry for writing in such a nasty tone. I've told you before, and I'll say it again: I'm lucky to have you guys in my life. I always appreciate you, and you're so accepting and helpful to me when I need you to be there. Thanks guys :)
<3
Cheesy
P.S. After today, our Cuss Count is now at 9 (no French class on Wednesdays, or else we'd have hit double digits FO SHO). It'd probably be more, but today she made up a bunch of new words and I wasn't quite sure if they were intended to be profane or not. Stay tuned!
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Rocket Man, I Think It's Gonna Be A Long, Long Time (Until I'm Happy Again)
Our Cuss Count is at 6.
I am tired. I am cranky. I do not want to touch another damn cardboard box in my whole entire life.
THE CUSS COUNT IS AT SIX, SO DEAL WITH IT, AND IF YOU'RE NICE AND I'M NOT TIRED (DON'T BET ON IT) I'LL WRITE YOU A NICE POST TOMORROW.
I am tired. I am cranky. I do not want to touch another damn cardboard box in my whole entire life.
THE CUSS COUNT IS AT SIX, SO DEAL WITH IT, AND IF YOU'RE NICE AND I'M NOT TIRED (DON'T BET ON IT) I'LL WRITE YOU A NICE POST TOMORROW.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
If You Want It, Here It Is. Come And Get It.
Unfortunately, Adi's advice didn't work. I found the cord thingy, then I plugged it into my computer, except it couldn't locate the software. Psh. So instead of a regular cell-phone-bad-quality picture, you are getting an ULTRA bad-quality pic, taken OF the picture on my phone BY my camera.
Sorry. It's supposed to look like a quesadilla, and not a mushy, raw hamburger.
Sorry. It's supposed to look like a quesadilla, and not a mushy, raw hamburger.
Friday, October 15, 2010
Something's Telling Me To Leave It Alone, 'Cause I'm Damned If I Do Ya, Damned If I Don't!
First off, I've got to thank all of you for your support, and letting me vent to you about all my issues. You are all so amazing, and I know I'm super lucky to have you guys in my life. Y'all are the only ones keeping me from going crazy (er), since I have successfully managed to trick EVERYONE ELSE in my life into thinking I don't love him anymore. If I couldn't tell you guys what's happening, I think I might just explode with the conflicting emotions. So thanks. And now....
NO. NO. NO NO NO NO NO. Just....no. You know what he's doing?! He's doing that damn* boy thing! You know...when they break your heart, then trample it into a million tiny (sharp!) pieces, and you make every effort to not love them anymore. And THEN they go back to how they used to be. Even if it's just for a few minutes and you're too afraid to push it farther, you still lose every little bit of your willpower. Why do they do that?! Why did he do that?!
*headdesk*
I deserve better than the jerky loser he's been lately, that's true. But...(insert Smelly Belly moment) he didn't change. He just acted like he changed. But underneath....underneath....he's still the same. He's the same sweetheart he's always been. More bluntly, he's the same sweetheart I cannot get OVER. :P
NO! UGH!
We're lucky the ozone layer is tougher than me, otherwise we would've been fried eons ago.
*If any of you were wondering, my French class Cuss Count has been at 0 all week, since my dear old seat partner is on vacation in Nebraska. Thank goodness she took her f***ing language with her, right? :)
NO. NO. NO NO NO NO NO. Just....no. You know what he's doing?! He's doing that damn* boy thing! You know...when they break your heart, then trample it into a million tiny (sharp!) pieces, and you make every effort to not love them anymore. And THEN they go back to how they used to be. Even if it's just for a few minutes and you're too afraid to push it farther, you still lose every little bit of your willpower. Why do they do that?! Why did he do that?!
*headdesk*
I deserve better than the jerky loser he's been lately, that's true. But...(insert Smelly Belly moment) he didn't change. He just acted like he changed. But underneath....underneath....he's still the same. He's the same sweetheart he's always been. More bluntly, he's the same sweetheart I cannot get OVER. :P
NO! UGH!
We're lucky the ozone layer is tougher than me, otherwise we would've been fried eons ago.
*If any of you were wondering, my French class Cuss Count has been at 0 all week, since my dear old seat partner is on vacation in Nebraska. Thank goodness she took her f***ing language with her, right? :)
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
How Are You So Strong? What's It Like To Feel So Free? Your Love, A Complete Mystery To Me...
He didn't speak to me at all today. Not a single word.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Bracing Myself For The Goodbye, Because That's All I've Ever Expected
It obviously doesn't make a difference if I like him or not. He hates me. He doesn't tolerate being around me. He deliberately attempts to get away from me whenever possible. I am so sick of this.
I used to be the one he'd tell random stuff to. That's the only way I ever found out I wasn't the only person in the world who sometimes practices violin in their bathroom.
Now I have to practically pry words out of his mouth. All for a "Hello" or an awkward "So."
We used to be "THE NON-COUPLE." You know, the two people who are so close, everyone THINKS they're *together*, even when they're actually not. That was me and him. This time last year, that's what we were. And now, if you hadn't heard my heart break, you'd think we were total strangers.
I deserve better.
I deserve better than him.
I need to get over him and fall this hard for someone who won't break my heart (for a first).
I shouldn't have to go through this.
He was my friend, but now he's just some bastard who makes me miserable.
*sigh* How can a Taylor Swift song be so depressing?
She sings
"You are the best thing that's ever been mine"
I hear
"He is the best thing that's never been mine"
She sings
"Brace myself for the goodbye because that's all I've ever known
Then you took me by surprise, you said 'I'll never leave you alone.'"
I hear
"Gotta brace myself for the goodbye, because that's all I've ever expected.
He won't take me by surprise, because life is not a fairy tale unless you have curly hair and a recording contract."
Bracing....bracing....bracing....
I used to be the one he'd tell random stuff to. That's the only way I ever found out I wasn't the only person in the world who sometimes practices violin in their bathroom.
Now I have to practically pry words out of his mouth. All for a "Hello" or an awkward "So."
We used to be "THE NON-COUPLE." You know, the two people who are so close, everyone THINKS they're *together*, even when they're actually not. That was me and him. This time last year, that's what we were. And now, if you hadn't heard my heart break, you'd think we were total strangers.
I deserve better.
I deserve better than him.
I need to get over him and fall this hard for someone who won't break my heart (for a first).
I shouldn't have to go through this.
He was my friend, but now he's just some bastard who makes me miserable.
*sigh* How can a Taylor Swift song be so depressing?
She sings
"You are the best thing that's ever been mine"
I hear
"He is the best thing that's never been mine"
She sings
"Brace myself for the goodbye because that's all I've ever known
Then you took me by surprise, you said 'I'll never leave you alone.'"
I hear
"Gotta brace myself for the goodbye, because that's all I've ever expected.
He won't take me by surprise, because life is not a fairy tale unless you have curly hair and a recording contract."
Bracing....bracing....bracing....
Friday, October 8, 2010
Misadventures in the Kitchen, Week THREE
The recipe I made for lunch today is none other than the one, the ONLY.....
Quesadilla!
Sadly, I forgot to bring my camera with me while I made the food, so I compensated by taking several pictures with my phone. Due to....well, I don't actually know because I'm generally technologically inept, but...due to some weird thing I don't get, I can't import the photos from my phone to my computer. And you are all left disappointed, I'm sure. Sorry about that. Hopefully I'll figure it out sometime soon, and I can update the post with visual PROOF that I did indeed cook the quesadilla.
In lieu of a picture, I shall simply describe its appearance to you, so that you may imagine it however you please. It was brown. (I felt like being healthy, so in order to counteract the large amount of butter I stuck in the frying pan, I used a whole wheat tortilla.) Since it was brown, I couldn't really tell when it was all the way done cooking, so I pretty much kept uncovering the cheese to see if it was melted. Looking back on it, that was probably not the best move, and I imagine it interrupted the cooking process in several different ways.
Pros:
Fast and pretty easy, so the hungry teenager didn't have to sit around and starve
I learned something new! Today, I learned that some tortillas are made with lard, but not the kind I used today!
Cons:
My hands were all greasy after I ate it, because I used an awful lot of butter, and I guess it didn't even get all the way saturated.
I have to wash the stupid pan now.
Again, I'm really sorry I don't have a picture for you guys, but I'll consult my Asian BFFs and have them explain how the cell phone ---> computer importing relationship works. And with any luck, y'all will get a picture pretty soon.
Quesadilla!
Sadly, I forgot to bring my camera with me while I made the food, so I compensated by taking several pictures with my phone. Due to....well, I don't actually know because I'm generally technologically inept, but...due to some weird thing I don't get, I can't import the photos from my phone to my computer. And you are all left disappointed, I'm sure. Sorry about that. Hopefully I'll figure it out sometime soon, and I can update the post with visual PROOF that I did indeed cook the quesadilla.
In lieu of a picture, I shall simply describe its appearance to you, so that you may imagine it however you please. It was brown. (I felt like being healthy, so in order to counteract the large amount of butter I stuck in the frying pan, I used a whole wheat tortilla.) Since it was brown, I couldn't really tell when it was all the way done cooking, so I pretty much kept uncovering the cheese to see if it was melted. Looking back on it, that was probably not the best move, and I imagine it interrupted the cooking process in several different ways.
Pros:
Fast and pretty easy, so the hungry teenager didn't have to sit around and starve
I learned something new! Today, I learned that some tortillas are made with lard, but not the kind I used today!
Cons:
My hands were all greasy after I ate it, because I used an awful lot of butter, and I guess it didn't even get all the way saturated.
I have to wash the stupid pan now.
Again, I'm really sorry I don't have a picture for you guys, but I'll consult my Asian BFFs and have them explain how the cell phone ---> computer importing relationship works. And with any luck, y'all will get a picture pretty soon.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
I Just Wanna Sleep, I Just Wanna Dream (But That Stupid Alarm Keeps Going Off And Driving Me Nuts)
I haven't slept through the night for a long time. And when a teenager only gets about 7.5 hours of sleep, they can't AFFORD to spend any minute of it awake! Regrettably, that's what's been going on.
You see, our stupid alarm system keeps beeping. Not going off or anything, just beeping for no particular reason. In the middle of the night. It's loud enough to wake me, but not too loud for me to go back to sleep...for about an hour. Then the process starts over. And you might say, "Come on, Cheese, all you have to do is just get up and turn it off!" Maybe that's true. But when it's ONE A.M. and I'm exhausted, I don't want to get up out of my nice warm bed to go shut off the dumb alarm! It doesn't bug anyone else in my house because they can't hear it, so I am on my own.
I fell asleep in science. I never sleep in class. Ever. Especially in science, where I don't trust the classmates that could potentially have sharpies. But today, I fell asleep. I know because all of a sudden my teacher's voice got super loud. You know how when you jolt awake, everything suddenly gets really clear and...loud? Well, that happened. So I'm pretty sure I was asleep. Thankfully, it was only for a few seconds, and nobody seemed to notice. What if this happens again, and it actually matters?! What if they notice, and get out their sharpies?! I LIKE MY FACE ABOUT AS MUCH AS A TEENAGE GIRL POSSIBLY CAN, THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
And how am I supposed to have energy for my *counts* un, deux, trois, quatre, CINQ after-school activities if I don't sleep through the night?! This is all really overwhelming right now, and I'm just going to go have a breakdown from the exhaustion. BYE. *sobs*
You see, our stupid alarm system keeps beeping. Not going off or anything, just beeping for no particular reason. In the middle of the night. It's loud enough to wake me, but not too loud for me to go back to sleep...for about an hour. Then the process starts over. And you might say, "Come on, Cheese, all you have to do is just get up and turn it off!" Maybe that's true. But when it's ONE A.M. and I'm exhausted, I don't want to get up out of my nice warm bed to go shut off the dumb alarm! It doesn't bug anyone else in my house because they can't hear it, so I am on my own.
I fell asleep in science. I never sleep in class. Ever. Especially in science, where I don't trust the classmates that could potentially have sharpies. But today, I fell asleep. I know because all of a sudden my teacher's voice got super loud. You know how when you jolt awake, everything suddenly gets really clear and...loud? Well, that happened. So I'm pretty sure I was asleep. Thankfully, it was only for a few seconds, and nobody seemed to notice. What if this happens again, and it actually matters?! What if they notice, and get out their sharpies?! I LIKE MY FACE ABOUT AS MUCH AS A TEENAGE GIRL POSSIBLY CAN, THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
And how am I supposed to have energy for my *counts* un, deux, trois, quatre, CINQ after-school activities if I don't sleep through the night?! This is all really overwhelming right now, and I'm just going to go have a breakdown from the exhaustion. BYE. *sobs*
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
You're So Vain, You Probably Think This Post Is About Your Word Choice
My French class switched seats. And starting Thursday (there is no French class on Wednesdays), I will be keeping an ongoing tally of the times my seat partner swears. REALLY. Every. Other. Sentence. Is "FU, B****! Daaaaaamn!"
When you are given beautiful, beautiful words in the English language such as obliterate, serendipitous, affection, contemplate, and chocolate, why the **** would anyone want to use profanity with such abundance? And when you're taking FRENCH, you get just as many wonderful words, only with l'accent aigus and other weird...annotations of letters. I don't know how to say it. L'accent this, l'accent that. There are a lot of different markings for letters. Ugh, go take a French class. I suck at explaining.
Except for math, apparently. (Hi Hannah!)
Er, the point is that she is an uneducated moron who should go back and take English 101 before trying to learn ANOTHER language.
*in Sixth-Sense voice*
I SEE DUMB PEOPLE. o_O
When you are given beautiful, beautiful words in the English language such as obliterate, serendipitous, affection, contemplate, and chocolate, why the **** would anyone want to use profanity with such abundance? And when you're taking FRENCH, you get just as many wonderful words, only with l'accent aigus and other weird...annotations of letters. I don't know how to say it. L'accent this, l'accent that. There are a lot of different markings for letters. Ugh, go take a French class. I suck at explaining.
Except for math, apparently. (Hi Hannah!)
Er, the point is that she is an uneducated moron who should go back and take English 101 before trying to learn ANOTHER language.
*in Sixth-Sense voice*
I SEE DUMB PEOPLE. o_O
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Blogging The Golden Compass, Part 3
Aaaaaand, we're back. Thanks for your patience!
The beginning of this chapter is mostly background info.
Yeah, yeah, yeah...we get it. Lyra lives at Jordan College, the biggest, best, most awesomesauce college in the history of their wacko world. *sarcasm hand* But like everybody else with a schweet crib, Lyra spends her time dashing across the roof and otherwise not appreciating her nice home. She likes spitting stuff with her homie, Roger, making alliances with other college kids, and being enemies with the less-fortunate town children.
This petty battlefield is Lyra's playground, and she happily goes around acting superior to all the other kids. Sometimes her forever-buddy Lord Asriel comes to visit, and he stares at her while she recites everything she's learned since he last came.
Philip Pullman makes an abrupt plot-o-matic U-turn, and starts talking about how children have been disappearing. He begins to describe an example of a kidnapping, and this story features a boy named Tony, and a woman who is even more of a creepy pedophile thanour hero Lord Asriel. This woman is part of a group called "The Gobblers," (who wants to bet Lord Asriel is president of the organization?!) and her daemon (I am STILL waiting to hear what that word even means!) is a golden monkey. And with that, we return to Lyra's easy-peasy life.
"Let's play kids and Gobblers!" Lyra shouts enthusiastically to her one and only friend, Roger. He is apparently her slave by now, and would do anything for her. I see... Roger: Lyra = Lyra: LordSchmexypants Asriel. Poor, poor Roger. Maybe if he were 40 years older, a few bajillion bucks richer, and RELATED TO HER, Lyra would notice him.
Later on, Lyra and her kitchen friends go to the horse fair together, and things get interesting when one of her gyptian frenemies, Billy Costa, gets kidnapped by the Gobblers. Suddenly, Lyra's little game isn't so fun anymore. She searches all over for the gyptian kid, then realizes OHMIGOD NOOOO ROGER'S GONE TOO!
She throws a temper tantrum that probably resembles something Smelly Belly would do if she had half a brain and/or was able to show an ounce of emotion. Lyra darts up to the roof, where she and *snicker* Pantalaimon have a nice chat. She decides she wants to save Roger *insert eye roll here* and, in a typical Pantalaimon fashion, he discourages her by saying it'll be dangerous.
Lyra must temporarily stop her plotting while the housekeeper, Mrs. Lonsdale, screams at her for getting all her clothes dirty and just generally being a slob. She has been summoned (summoned, I say!) by THE MASTER to dine with him and his BFFs. Lyra attempts to be polite while she shakes hands, and the final guest she meets is a gorgeous woman named Mrs. Coulter, whose daemon (get this!) is nothing other than....a golden monkey.
Prediction:
The gyptians storm the college in search of Billy Costa, Mrs. Lonsdale throws all of Lyra's filthy shoes off of the sacred roof, and Lord Asriel and Mrs. Coulter meet up to officiate the next meeting of Pedophiles Anonymous.
Lord Asriel: We'd like to welcome our newest member to Pedophiles Anonymous. What's your name, dearie?
Mrs. Coulter: I'm Mrs. Coulter, and I'm a pedophile.
General assembly: Hi, Mrs. Coulter.
Lord Asriel: Let's begin. Who would like to share the progress they made this week?
Pedophile #17: Well, I was walking into the mall, and I saw this kid with the hottest pair of gloves, and then I just had to go closer, and one thing led to another and-
Quil: *barges in* Uh....
General assembly: Hi, Quil. About time you showed up.
The beginning of this chapter is mostly background info.
Yeah, yeah, yeah...we get it. Lyra lives at Jordan College, the biggest, best, most awesomesauce college in the history of their wacko world. *sarcasm hand* But like everybody else with a schweet crib, Lyra spends her time dashing across the roof and otherwise not appreciating her nice home. She likes spitting stuff with her homie, Roger, making alliances with other college kids, and being enemies with the less-fortunate town children.
This petty battlefield is Lyra's playground, and she happily goes around acting superior to all the other kids. Sometimes her forever-buddy Lord Asriel comes to visit, and he stares at her while she recites everything she's learned since he last came.
Philip Pullman makes an abrupt plot-o-matic U-turn, and starts talking about how children have been disappearing. He begins to describe an example of a kidnapping, and this story features a boy named Tony, and a woman who is even more of a creepy pedophile than
"Let's play kids and Gobblers!" Lyra shouts enthusiastically to her one and only friend, Roger. He is apparently her slave by now, and would do anything for her. I see... Roger: Lyra = Lyra: Lord
Later on, Lyra and her kitchen friends go to the horse fair together, and things get interesting when one of her gyptian frenemies, Billy Costa, gets kidnapped by the Gobblers. Suddenly, Lyra's little game isn't so fun anymore. She searches all over for the gyptian kid, then realizes OHMIGOD NOOOO ROGER'S GONE TOO!
She throws a temper tantrum that probably resembles something Smelly Belly would do if she had half a brain and/or was able to show an ounce of emotion. Lyra darts up to the roof, where she and *snicker* Pantalaimon have a nice chat. She decides she wants to save Roger *insert eye roll here* and, in a typical Pantalaimon fashion, he discourages her by saying it'll be dangerous.
Lyra must temporarily stop her plotting while the housekeeper, Mrs. Lonsdale, screams at her for getting all her clothes dirty and just generally being a slob. She has been summoned (summoned, I say!) by THE MASTER to dine with him and his BFFs. Lyra attempts to be polite while she shakes hands, and the final guest she meets is a gorgeous woman named Mrs. Coulter, whose daemon (get this!) is nothing other than....a golden monkey.
Prediction:
The gyptians storm the college in search of Billy Costa, Mrs. Lonsdale throws all of Lyra's filthy shoes off of the sacred roof, and Lord Asriel and Mrs. Coulter meet up to officiate the next meeting of Pedophiles Anonymous.
Lord Asriel: We'd like to welcome our newest member to Pedophiles Anonymous. What's your name, dearie?
Mrs. Coulter: I'm Mrs. Coulter, and I'm a pedophile.
General assembly: Hi, Mrs. Coulter.
Lord Asriel: Let's begin. Who would like to share the progress they made this week?
Pedophile #17: Well, I was walking into the mall, and I saw this kid with the hottest pair of gloves, and then I just had to go closer, and one thing led to another and-
Quil: *barges in* Uh....
General assembly: Hi, Quil. About time you showed up.
Friday, October 1, 2010
CRAP I SUDDENLY HAVE TO VACATE THE COMPUTER AND YOU AREN'T GETTING AN AWESOME TITLE. SORRY.
My apologies, everyone...but there will be no Blogging The Golden Compass tonight. I have a MASSIVELY IMPORTANT (that's caps-lock important, people!) seating audition tomorrow, and I have like, 2 hours to learn the (really high and squeaky) music. This week has been kind of hectic, and earlier today I had a different super duperly important audition, of which I will not know the results until the 15th. Of (wait for it...) November. This is going to drive me banaaaaaanaaaaas.
On top of all that violinist nerdiness, I can't really stay up to work on my book blogging because my creative flow will be stifled probably around 10, when the parental units attempt to force me to go to bed. :P
And Adi...which stage of grief have I not hit yet? Are you talking this time around, or my all-time on-again/off-again crush? Because I'm pretty sure I've hit every single stage in the long run. Oh wait...I don't remember if I've ever bargained anything if I could maybe just NOT OBSESS ABOUT HIS TONED CALF MUSCLES OR HIS NICE TAN FOREARMS. No time like the present, though...right?
Hey, whoever I'm bargaining with!
I will give you a goose who lays golden eggs if you will let me not want to hug him every minute he's in my sight.
I will not use the phrase "you know" (which I have noticed I do obsessively while I'm speaking) for a whole gosh-darn week if you find a way for me to listen to a love song and not start daydreaming about him.
I will love somebody else instead if you give me a reason to get over him, because quite honestly, I can't find one on my own. That boy has NO SIGNIFICANT FLAWS.
Sure, his lips are chapped...but they're still kissable.
He's said he never wants to go to the homecoming dance....but I'm silly enough to think I can somehow change his mind about that...
...If he'd just love me.
On top of all that violinist nerdiness, I can't really stay up to work on my book blogging because my creative flow will be stifled probably around 10, when the parental units attempt to force me to go to bed. :P
And Adi...which stage of grief have I not hit yet? Are you talking this time around, or my all-time on-again/off-again crush? Because I'm pretty sure I've hit every single stage in the long run. Oh wait...I don't remember if I've ever bargained anything if I could maybe just NOT OBSESS ABOUT HIS TONED CALF MUSCLES OR HIS NICE TAN FOREARMS. No time like the present, though...right?
Hey, whoever I'm bargaining with!
I will give you a goose who lays golden eggs if you will let me not want to hug him every minute he's in my sight.
I will not use the phrase "you know" (which I have noticed I do obsessively while I'm speaking) for a whole gosh-darn week if you find a way for me to listen to a love song and not start daydreaming about him.
I will love somebody else instead if you give me a reason to get over him, because quite honestly, I can't find one on my own. That boy has NO SIGNIFICANT FLAWS.
Sure, his lips are chapped...but they're still kissable.
He's said he never wants to go to the homecoming dance....but I'm silly enough to think I can somehow change his mind about that...
...If he'd just love me.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
I Can't Lie, You're On My Mind, Stuck Inside My Head...
....so get the hell out of there!
(This might be a good time to tell you that this post is just me freaking out about an uncharacteristic emotion.)
I have been bitten by *shudder* the LOVE BUG. :P
I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM.
Inner monologue time!
No, Cheese! NO NO NO. You like other things. (You looooove him.) You want to travel the whole wide world! (You want to kiiiiiiss him.) There are more important things to focus on! (Pshhh....math is boring.) You went to the tennis match to take yearbook pictures. You did not go so you could see him dominate the competition. (You totally did...)
GET OUT OF MY HEAD, YOU DUMBO! (He's a genius...)
*facepalmfacepalmfacepalm*
John Lennon and Paul McCartney said it best:
♫♪ I WANT TO HOLD YOUR HAND ♫♪
Oh no. I am quoting happy Beatles lyrics. This is insanity.
I absolutely positively do not want to hold his hand. NO NO NO. *STUBBORNNESS*
*sigh* I do....
(This might be a good time to tell you that this post is just me freaking out about an uncharacteristic emotion.)
I have been bitten by *shudder* the LOVE BUG. :P
I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM.
Inner monologue time!
No, Cheese! NO NO NO. You like other things. (You looooove him.) You want to travel the whole wide world! (You want to kiiiiiiss him.) There are more important things to focus on! (Pshhh....math is boring.) You went to the tennis match to take yearbook pictures. You did not go so you could see him dominate the competition. (You totally did...)
GET OUT OF MY HEAD, YOU DUMBO! (He's a genius...)
*facepalmfacepalmfacepalm*
John Lennon and Paul McCartney said it best:
♫♪ I WANT TO HOLD YOUR HAND ♫♪
Oh no. I am quoting happy Beatles lyrics. This is insanity.
I absolutely positively do not want to hold his hand. NO NO NO. *STUBBORNNESS*
*sigh* I do....
Monday, September 27, 2010
All The Single Tacos (Put a Fish On It!)
I want a fish taco. There, I said it. I have wanted one for the past three days. And yet, there is no fish taco on my plate. Is it so hard to get a stupid fish taco around here?! They're all over the place. Taco Del Mar is like the new McDonalds! It seems like there's one on every corner...right until you actually want to go into one. In the interest of acquiring a fish taco, I have composed the following:
Dear Taco Del Mar,
I'm sorry for when I said you had icky food. I had never had a fish taco from your establishment prior to that statement. But then...*swoon* it was true love. I swear. If I had to choose between the piano player and one of your delicious build-your-own tacos, you know what I'd pick?
A piano player who makes me fish tacos. (Hey, that's a perfectly good option!)
I pine for your fantastic signature dish.
Forever perfect-tasting
I love them dearly
So, soooo good
How long do I have to BEG?!
Tomato or corn tortilla?
Always warm and mushy
Chock full of incredible tasting...stuff
One food I can never get enough of
STOP BEING A BUTT AND GIVE ME THE TACO ALREADY!
Sincerely yours,
Cheese
Dear Taco Del Mar,
I'm sorry for when I said you had icky food. I had never had a fish taco from your establishment prior to that statement. But then...*swoon* it was true love. I swear. If I had to choose between the piano player and one of your delicious build-your-own tacos, you know what I'd pick?
A piano player who makes me fish tacos. (Hey, that's a perfectly good option!)
I pine for your fantastic signature dish.
Forever perfect-tasting
I love them dearly
So, soooo good
How long do I have to BEG?!
Tomato or corn tortilla?
Always warm and mushy
Chock full of incredible tasting...stuff
One food I can never get enough of
STOP BEING A BUTT AND GIVE ME THE TACO ALREADY!
Sincerely yours,
Cheese
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Chill Out, Whatcha Yellin' For? (I Was Almost Done With My Blogging!)
I have submitted the last chunk of Blogging The Golden Compass, Part 2. Sorry I couldn't get it out all at once, but I was in a location where the presiding authority felt the need to stifle my creativity. *sniffle* You know how people give you a time limit, and you agree (simply because you have no other options)? Well, that happened to me on Friday, but the sad thing was I kept getting nagged with "Are you done yet?" "Are you done yet? "*whine whine whine ARE YOU DONE YET?!*" and that was not okay with me. So I figured I'd just crank out the second part later on. Hopefully next week will not be this dramatic and postponed.
Thank you for reading, Hanini!!!!! I love seeing everybody's comments each week. It makes me feel SPECIAL. :) And also like people actually read my blog. That's a big motivation factor. Thank you everyone!!!
Thank you for reading, Hanini!!!!! I love seeing everybody's comments each week. It makes me feel SPECIAL. :) And also like people actually read my blog. That's a big motivation factor. Thank you everyone!!!
Friday, September 24, 2010
Blogging The Golden Compass, Part 2
Last week, we left off with Lyra and her talking animal hiding in a wardrobe, secretly admiring Uncle Lord Asriel's dreamy biceps.
Now, Lyra proceeds to declare how even though THE MASTER and a handful of his minions are present, they all know where the power really lies. It is with the self-proclaimed scruffy, fossilized dreamboat who's about to show his PowerPoint slideshow.
LordSchmexy-Pants Asriel gets THE MASTER and the Chief Minion/Librarian to sit close to the wardrobe, so Lyra can practice her spying skills. They whine about how Lord Asriel didn't die from the poisoned wine, and then they shut up and listen to Lord Schmexy-Pants's Asriel's story.
He explains how he went up North under the cover story of making friends with the king of Lapland. He actually *gasp!* went up to see some sort of "natural phenomenon" seen by a guy named Grumman, whom I presume is now dead. Lord Asriel shows THE MASTER and his clique a couple of pictures of the North. The first one is boring looking, and the second has these awesome gold specks floating down. The said specks are apparently Dust with a capital D.
This is a big deal to THE MASTER'S clique, and they freak out even more when Lord Asriel points out a child in the picture. Instead of explaining to me what the hell matters about a kid being in the picture, they move on to start discussing the Northern Lights, aka the Aurora borealis.
Lord Asriel shows one last picture, and this one is the most shocking yet, at least to THE MASTER. It shows a city in (wait for it...) another world. One of the clique members asks if it's about the "Barnard-Stokes business." Whatever that is. Is there like, a prequel or something? Did I accidentally start on the second book in the series? Does anyone besides Philip Pullman get what's going on here? Because I sure don't!
That Grumman guy actually is dead, it turns out. And better yet, Lord Asriel has proof. Lyra can't see it because THE MASTER stood up in front of her, but the whispers of his clique tell her that Uncle Swoonworthy brought back Grumman's head in a box. From what the group of old dudes can deduce, Grumman was murdered by a group called the Tartars, who appear to be stab-happy while they poke holes in their victims' heads.
The scholars start to talk about a talking bear who wants a degree and a daemon (talking animal), and as Lyra is too lazy to stay awake for this conversation, I still don't get any explanation of what's going on.
....
*TIME PASSES, LYRA CATCHES SOME ZZZZ'S*
She is woken by Lord Asriel, and quickly interrogates him about what Dust is. (Yes!)
He doesn't tell her. (No!)
Lyra then asks if she can look at the head, and Lord Asriel sneers and says to not be disgusting. If I recall correctly, he's the arm-grabbing pedophile in this scenario! Hard to get more disgusting than that.
He pulls a paternal move and tells her to go to bed, since he is leaving to go back to the North in a mere 10 minutes, but stubborn Lyra asks if she can come. He stares at her for a moment while she blushes under his gaze (NOW tell me she doesn't have a crush!!!! Just TRY!!! I DARE YOU!). Lord Asriel eventually decides that no, her place is here, and she needs to go to sleep.
The scene changes to THE MASTER'S private room, where he and the Librarian are drinking it up, arguing over the morals of their decision to try and poison Lord Asriel. THE MASTER says he only tried to kill him because the alethiometer (add THAT word's meaning to my list of questions) said it'd be bad if he was allowed to continue his expedition.
Then they start talking about politics and blah blah blah, and the Pope, more blah blah blah, etc. etc. etc. Oh wait no, apparently they killed Catholicism, so now there isn't a Pope. *facepalm* I didn't get it (seriously, is there a Golden Compass for Dummies book I can blog first?), but they capitalized the word "Magisterium," which I have inferred to be the Pope's replacement.
I love the Librarian. He just asked THE MASTER what all this Barnard-Stokes business is about. (Happy dance! Answers incoming, straight ahead!) THE MASTER declares that Barnard and Stokes were two treasonous theologians who believed there were many worlds besides this one. Then the Church killed them because Barnard and Stokes went against their teachings.
Once again, they mention the Magisterium, who is rather annoyed that there seems to be mathematical proof showing that there really are more worlds. Then they talk about LordSchmexy-Pants Asriel and his pictures, which have turned out to be evidence. (I kind of get what the deal is now...sort of.)
AND NOW THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT LYRA!!!! They say that she would have been safer if they had ended up killingPrince Charming Lord Asriel. Apparently she has a "major part to play," she is not supposed to figure out what's going on, and they're expecting her to help without knowing she's helping. That isn't unfair at all. *sarcasm hand*
Prediction:
Lyra cries herself to sleep over Lord Asriel going on vacation, THE MASTER kills Lyra's chemistry teacher because he thinks her grade will be safer that way, and I will finally learn the definition of
a) daemon
b) alethiometer
c) Magisterium
d) Dust with a capital D
Please?
Now, Lyra proceeds to declare how even though THE MASTER and a handful of his minions are present, they all know where the power really lies. It is with the self-proclaimed scruffy, fossilized dreamboat who's about to show his PowerPoint slideshow.
Lord
He explains how he went up North under the cover story of making friends with the king of Lapland. He actually *gasp!* went up to see some sort of "natural phenomenon" seen by a guy named Grumman, whom I presume is now dead. Lord Asriel shows THE MASTER and his clique a couple of pictures of the North. The first one is boring looking, and the second has these awesome gold specks floating down. The said specks are apparently Dust with a capital D.
This is a big deal to THE MASTER'S clique, and they freak out even more when Lord Asriel points out a child in the picture. Instead of explaining to me what the hell matters about a kid being in the picture, they move on to start discussing the Northern Lights, aka the Aurora borealis.
Lord Asriel shows one last picture, and this one is the most shocking yet, at least to THE MASTER. It shows a city in (wait for it...) another world. One of the clique members asks if it's about the "Barnard-Stokes business." Whatever that is. Is there like, a prequel or something? Did I accidentally start on the second book in the series? Does anyone besides Philip Pullman get what's going on here? Because I sure don't!
That Grumman guy actually is dead, it turns out. And better yet, Lord Asriel has proof. Lyra can't see it because THE MASTER stood up in front of her, but the whispers of his clique tell her that Uncle Swoonworthy brought back Grumman's head in a box. From what the group of old dudes can deduce, Grumman was murdered by a group called the Tartars, who appear to be stab-happy while they poke holes in their victims' heads.
The scholars start to talk about a talking bear who wants a degree and a daemon (talking animal), and as Lyra is too lazy to stay awake for this conversation, I still don't get any explanation of what's going on.
....
*TIME PASSES, LYRA CATCHES SOME ZZZZ'S*
She is woken by Lord Asriel, and quickly interrogates him about what Dust is. (Yes!)
He doesn't tell her. (No!)
Lyra then asks if she can look at the head, and Lord Asriel sneers and says to not be disgusting. If I recall correctly, he's the arm-grabbing pedophile in this scenario! Hard to get more disgusting than that.
He pulls a paternal move and tells her to go to bed, since he is leaving to go back to the North in a mere 10 minutes, but stubborn Lyra asks if she can come. He stares at her for a moment while she blushes under his gaze (NOW tell me she doesn't have a crush!!!! Just TRY!!! I DARE YOU!). Lord Asriel eventually decides that no, her place is here, and she needs to go to sleep.
The scene changes to THE MASTER'S private room, where he and the Librarian are drinking it up, arguing over the morals of their decision to try and poison Lord Asriel. THE MASTER says he only tried to kill him because the alethiometer (add THAT word's meaning to my list of questions) said it'd be bad if he was allowed to continue his expedition.
Then they start talking about politics and blah blah blah, and the Pope, more blah blah blah, etc. etc. etc. Oh wait no, apparently they killed Catholicism, so now there isn't a Pope. *facepalm* I didn't get it (seriously, is there a Golden Compass for Dummies book I can blog first?), but they capitalized the word "Magisterium," which I have inferred to be the Pope's replacement.
I love the Librarian. He just asked THE MASTER what all this Barnard-Stokes business is about. (Happy dance! Answers incoming, straight ahead!) THE MASTER declares that Barnard and Stokes were two treasonous theologians who believed there were many worlds besides this one. Then the Church killed them because Barnard and Stokes went against their teachings.
Once again, they mention the Magisterium, who is rather annoyed that there seems to be mathematical proof showing that there really are more worlds. Then they talk about Lord
AND NOW THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT LYRA!!!! They say that she would have been safer if they had ended up killing
Prediction:
Lyra cries herself to sleep over Lord Asriel going on vacation, THE MASTER kills Lyra's chemistry teacher because he thinks her grade will be safer that way, and I will finally learn the definition of
a) daemon
b) alethiometer
c) Magisterium
d) Dust with a capital D
Please?
Thursday, September 23, 2010
I Can't Stop Loving You With Half of My Heart...
Hooray for conning the substitute teacher! Thanks to my awesome piano player, the two of us managed to escape a whopping eight pages of scales. We got to spend a quality hour and a half all alone, rehearsing my solo. :)
Its alias (according to him): "our song." EEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! Okay fine, maybe he said "our piece." But still! It is an OUR, and not a MY. Well, "your," from his point of view.
We have a song. :)
He played the Mendelssohn Concerto for me. My FAVORITE part, of course. The slow section where it gets all major-ish and pretty. You know, I'd rather have that be our song. It takes a lot of the pressure off of me. Plus, he's just so good at it. *sigh* He is making getting over him really hard. Why does he have to do that???
Its alias (according to him): "our song." EEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! Okay fine, maybe he said "our piece." But still! It is an OUR, and not a MY. Well, "your," from his point of view.
We have a song. :)
He played the Mendelssohn Concerto for me. My FAVORITE part, of course. The slow section where it gets all major-ish and pretty. You know, I'd rather have that be our song. It takes a lot of the pressure off of me. Plus, he's just so good at it. *sigh* He is making getting over him really hard. Why does he have to do that???
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
IT'S A BEAUTIFUL DAY!
I'm the concertmaster!!!! Can you believe it?! I hardly can! I'M THE CONCERTMASTER I'M THE CONCERTMASTER I'M THE CONCERTMASTER!
All the scientists say that repetition helps you remember things. :)
And my stand partner is rather adorable! And also my piano player!
ALL YEAR LONG!
This arrangement could work for me. :D
All the scientists say that repetition helps you remember things. :)
And my stand partner is rather adorable! And also my piano player!
ALL YEAR LONG!
This arrangement could work for me. :D
Sunday, September 19, 2010
the word is on the street that the fire in your heart is out...
Dear You*,
Just get over it already. You really do deserve better. Maybe she was the light in your life at some point. Maybe she was the light in your life for a long time. But 15 years from now, when I'm in the front row at your wedding, watching you happily marry someone that's not her, you're not going to still be sulking. You'll be happy. You'll have found something else to live for. Something that isn't her!
At the very least, you could try to work with me here. Instead of complaining all the time that all you want to do is just die, you could ATTEMPT to let some positivity into your world. I would understand if you wanted to take a few weeks to cry about this. But you already have. I've given you time. And now the time has come to pick up the pieces of your broken heart, and stand on your own. Without her. Just give me the chance to fix you.
Please?
*You don't know who "You" is. Deal with it. You is not even going to see this. I just wanted to say something.
And now that that's over...I made soup tonight! I'm not going to publish it as a Misadventures post, because 1) I used canned broth, 2) my mother made the noodles, and 3) it didn't involve any skill.
But despite not adding it to my cooking repertoire, it was still rather delightful. There's nothing like hot soup on a rainy fall night.
Feels like home, doesn't it? :)
Just get over it already. You really do deserve better. Maybe she was the light in your life at some point. Maybe she was the light in your life for a long time. But 15 years from now, when I'm in the front row at your wedding, watching you happily marry someone that's not her, you're not going to still be sulking. You'll be happy. You'll have found something else to live for. Something that isn't her!
At the very least, you could try to work with me here. Instead of complaining all the time that all you want to do is just die, you could ATTEMPT to let some positivity into your world. I would understand if you wanted to take a few weeks to cry about this. But you already have. I've given you time. And now the time has come to pick up the pieces of your broken heart, and stand on your own. Without her. Just give me the chance to fix you.
Please?
*You don't know who "You" is. Deal with it. You is not even going to see this. I just wanted to say something.
And now that that's over...I made soup tonight! I'm not going to publish it as a Misadventures post, because 1) I used canned broth, 2) my mother made the noodles, and 3) it didn't involve any skill.
But despite not adding it to my cooking repertoire, it was still rather delightful. There's nothing like hot soup on a rainy fall night.
Feels like home, doesn't it? :)
Saturday, September 18, 2010
I'm Starting to See the Editing Skills You Lack. I WANNA U-U-U-U-U-UNDO IT!
FAIL of the day:
Ok...this is actually a fail from about a week ago. I just didn't import it until tonight.
Ok...this is actually a fail from about a week ago. I just didn't import it until tonight.
Friday, September 17, 2010
Blogging The Golden Compass, Part 1
Welcome to the first installment of Blogging The Golden Compass! I, Mary (embracethecheese), will be conquering a chapter every week. Here I go!
Chapter One:
Oh goody. I am four words in, and they've already mentioned a talking animal. The book appears to be about a (human) wannabe spy, Lyra (who has no last name as of yet) and her (animal) "daemon," Pantalaimon. Did Lyra name him? What was she, like, five? Nah, never mind. A five year old probably couldn't pronounce something with that many vowels.
The story begins with Lyra and Pantalaimon wandering around in a big, fancy great hall area. They are obviously not supposed to be there, since Lyra keeps looking over her shoulder, afraid of the servants showing up and BUSTING HER.
Pantalaimon *snicker* turns out to be a shape-shifting talking animal. He is currently a moth, since he needs to be almost invisible in the humongous crowd of people surrounding him and Lyra. *rolls eyes* If I was a shape-shifting talking animal and no one was around to see me, I would turn into something awesome like a peacock, or maybe an okapi. NOT a moth.
Lyra starts babbling about the steward ringing bells, Pantalaimon accuses her of "not taking this seriously," and the plot suddenly clicks in my brain. I totally get it now. Lyra has just started college, and this is a hazing-initiation-thingy for the sorority she's joining. BAM! CAN'T FOOL ME!
The two troublemakers head across the hall to the Retiring Room, described by Lyra as being pretty much totally off-limits to anybody except for scholarly dudes. She's never gone in there before, even though she's lived at the College for her life.
........................................................
*headdeskfacepalmheaddeskfacepalmheaddeskfacepalm*
It actually IS a college? I was kidding, you know!!! My predictions are NOT as funny if they're dead-on right. *sigh*
Lyra and Pantalaimon continue snooping, when they suddenly hear someone coming in. It is "the Master" and his servant, and THE MASTER (someone who is this obviously important deserves a name in all caps) inquires as to whether Lord Asriel (Lyra's uncle) has arrived yet. He instructs the servant to give him food when he gets to the College, and the servant leaves him alone (with Lyra and *snicker* Pantalaimon).
THE MASTER dumps some poison into the wine he just set out for this all-important Lord Asriel, and quickly departs the room. Lyra and Pantalaimon are planning to leave too, but they hear the Steward's bell calling people to dinner, and are forced to hide in a wardrobe.
As they watch the Steward do some last minute preparations, Pantalaimon starts bitching to Lyra about how she needs to listen to him when he's being an unadventurous, wimpy sissy. They argue about what to do about the poison, Lyra infers that the fancy robes in the wardrobe are for THE MASTER to play dress-up, and then she explains that Lord Asriel and THE MASTER are both important political figures, and this is a high tension time in their world (aka, there'll probably be a war).
Lord Asriel arrives while Lyra and Pantalaimon are sulking in the wardrobe. He ALSO has a talking animal with him, and he starts chatting about some PowerPoint he put together to show the scholarly college people. Lyra spies on her uncle, describing his tall stature, powerful shoulders, and glittery eyes.
*processing*
o_O
*processing*
I THINK LYRA IS HITTING ON HER UNCLE. Um....anyways...
He reaches for the poisoned wine, and she screams a loud "No!" since she is unable to watch her forever buddy (*shudder*) die. She jumps out of the wardrobe and he grabs her arm (omai!) and begins to interrogate her. Lyra admits she saw the wine being poisoned, but before they can continue this passionate heart-to-heart, more people show up and Lord Asriel forces her back in the wardrobe.
Lord Asriel finds a way to dump the wine on the floor, breaking the bottle (woo!), and whispers to Lyra that she should watch THE MASTER while he's in there, and he might find a way to keep her out of trouble.
The chapter ends with Lord Asriel staring down his daemon and promising THE MASTER that he has something interesting to show him.
Prediction:
Lyra and *smirk* Pantalaimon will continue to bicker, Lord Asriel will show his PowerPoint with a bunch of steamy vacation photos, and Lyra will describe in detail the delicate curves of Lord Asriel's toned abdominal muscles.
What I already know about this series:
-It’s really popular.
-It was developed into a movie, which I saw at my friend’s birthday party a few years ago. Despite seeing the film, I am NOT worried about spoiling my book experience, since everyone else at the party told me it was absolutely nothing like the book.
-There are talking animals in it. Ohhhhh, joy. *sarcasm hand*
-I’m pretty sure the plot revolves around dust. This could mean one of two things:
- People are idiots, and this series is vastly overrated. OR
- The author has brainstormed new life into something that’s as lame as dust, and this book will not suck.
Dim the lights, draw the curtains, and let the show begin! (I have been in waaaay too many dramatic productions.)
Chapter One:
Oh goody. I am four words in, and they've already mentioned a talking animal. The book appears to be about a (human) wannabe spy, Lyra (who has no last name as of yet) and her (animal) "daemon," Pantalaimon. Did Lyra name him? What was she, like, five? Nah, never mind. A five year old probably couldn't pronounce something with that many vowels.
The story begins with Lyra and Pantalaimon wandering around in a big, fancy great hall area. They are obviously not supposed to be there, since Lyra keeps looking over her shoulder, afraid of the servants showing up and BUSTING HER.
Pantalaimon *snicker* turns out to be a shape-shifting talking animal. He is currently a moth, since he needs to be almost invisible in the humongous crowd of people surrounding him and Lyra. *rolls eyes* If I was a shape-shifting talking animal and no one was around to see me, I would turn into something awesome like a peacock, or maybe an okapi. NOT a moth.
Lyra starts babbling about the steward ringing bells, Pantalaimon accuses her of "not taking this seriously," and the plot suddenly clicks in my brain. I totally get it now. Lyra has just started college, and this is a hazing-initiation-thingy for the sorority she's joining. BAM! CAN'T FOOL ME!
The two troublemakers head across the hall to the Retiring Room, described by Lyra as being pretty much totally off-limits to anybody except for scholarly dudes. She's never gone in there before, even though she's lived at the College for her life.
........................................................
*headdeskfacepalmheaddeskfacepalmheaddeskfacepalm*
It actually IS a college? I was kidding, you know!!! My predictions are NOT as funny if they're dead-on right. *sigh*
Lyra and Pantalaimon continue snooping, when they suddenly hear someone coming in. It is "the Master" and his servant, and THE MASTER (someone who is this obviously important deserves a name in all caps) inquires as to whether Lord Asriel (Lyra's uncle) has arrived yet. He instructs the servant to give him food when he gets to the College, and the servant leaves him alone (with Lyra and *snicker* Pantalaimon).
THE MASTER dumps some poison into the wine he just set out for this all-important Lord Asriel, and quickly departs the room. Lyra and Pantalaimon are planning to leave too, but they hear the Steward's bell calling people to dinner, and are forced to hide in a wardrobe.
As they watch the Steward do some last minute preparations, Pantalaimon starts bitching to Lyra about how she needs to listen to him when he's being an unadventurous, wimpy sissy. They argue about what to do about the poison, Lyra infers that the fancy robes in the wardrobe are for THE MASTER to play dress-up, and then she explains that Lord Asriel and THE MASTER are both important political figures, and this is a high tension time in their world (aka, there'll probably be a war).
Lord Asriel arrives while Lyra and Pantalaimon are sulking in the wardrobe. He ALSO has a talking animal with him, and he starts chatting about some PowerPoint he put together to show the scholarly college people. Lyra spies on her uncle, describing his tall stature, powerful shoulders, and glittery eyes.
*processing*
o_O
*processing*
I THINK LYRA IS HITTING ON HER UNCLE. Um....anyways...
He reaches for the poisoned wine, and she screams a loud "No!" since she is unable to watch her forever buddy (*shudder*) die. She jumps out of the wardrobe and he grabs her arm (omai!) and begins to interrogate her. Lyra admits she saw the wine being poisoned, but before they can continue this passionate heart-to-heart, more people show up and Lord Asriel forces her back in the wardrobe.
Lord Asriel finds a way to dump the wine on the floor, breaking the bottle (woo!), and whispers to Lyra that she should watch THE MASTER while he's in there, and he might find a way to keep her out of trouble.
The chapter ends with Lord Asriel staring down his daemon and promising THE MASTER that he has something interesting to show him.
Prediction:
Lyra and *smirk* Pantalaimon will continue to bicker, Lord Asriel will show his PowerPoint with a bunch of steamy vacation photos, and Lyra will describe in detail the delicate curves of Lord Asriel's toned abdominal muscles.
Misadventures in the Kitchen, Week TWO
Misadventures in the Kitchen, Week TWO (Ultra Belated Edition!) is the recipe I have been longing to make ever since the first time I ate it! I made.....
PASTA WITH TOMATOES, MOZZARELLA, AND WHITE BEANS
And it was deeeeelicious. I know you're all dying to see it, so here ya go. :)
YUMMEH. Now wipe that drool off your face, this post isn't done yet.
As for the close-up...
I ate three whole bowls of it, and just seeing it is making me STILL feel hungry!
Pros:
Mouth-wateringly scrumptious end product
Relatively simple to make
Cons:
Massively unfortunate clean-up job
Takes a fair chunk of time to prepare
My repertoire is expanding rapidly! Soon enough I'll have a show on Food Network! (For those of you out of the US, it's basically the cooking channel. Name is pretty self-explanatory. I don't mean to insult your intelligence, I'm just not sure if they broadcast it overseas.)
Hopefully next week's post will be on time! As per usual, all suggestions for my next meal are welcomed in the comments!
PASTA WITH TOMATOES, MOZZARELLA, AND WHITE BEANS
And it was deeeeelicious. I know you're all dying to see it, so here ya go. :)
YUMMEH. Now wipe that drool off your face, this post isn't done yet.
As for the close-up...
I ate three whole bowls of it, and just seeing it is making me STILL feel hungry!
Pros:
Mouth-wateringly scrumptious end product
Relatively simple to make
Cons:
Massively unfortunate clean-up job
Takes a fair chunk of time to prepare
My repertoire is expanding rapidly! Soon enough I'll have a show on Food Network! (For those of you out of the US, it's basically the cooking channel. Name is pretty self-explanatory. I don't mean to insult your intelligence, I'm just not sure if they broadcast it overseas.)
Hopefully next week's post will be on time! As per usual, all suggestions for my next meal are welcomed in the comments!
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
I'm Out of Time And All I Got Is 4 Minutes....4 Minutes!
Here I go! I am churning out a post under the pressure of time constraints! TICK TOCK TICK TOCK TICK TOCK.
...You know, it's REALLY hard to concentrate while my mom is sitting three feet away watching chick flicks with attractive male leads. Uhhh.... *tries to concentrate*
*fails*
Conversations about *cough cough* DESTINY? Check.
Begrudgingly admitting strengths? Check.
Spilling food on one another? Check.
Passionate fight? OH YEAH.
The heroine is sooooo falling in love with the sarcastic boy with a secretly sweet personality. :)
CALLED IT!
Ahem. So anyway...
I don't know if I'm EVER going to learn another recipe! My cooking night just keeps getting postponed, postponed, postponed some more! I can see it, 50 years from now...I'll have a bunch of grandkids running around my house (actually, I'd still be sort of young for a grandma, so I guess they'd be crawling), and the only thing that I will be able to cook for them is a grilled cheese sandwich! God, I hope none of them are lactose intolerant.
That's it for now! BEDTIME!
...You know, it's REALLY hard to concentrate while my mom is sitting three feet away watching chick flicks with attractive male leads. Uhhh.... *tries to concentrate*
*fails*
Conversations about *cough cough* DESTINY? Check.
Begrudgingly admitting strengths? Check.
Spilling food on one another? Check.
Passionate fight? OH YEAH.
The heroine is sooooo falling in love with the sarcastic boy with a secretly sweet personality. :)
CALLED IT!
Ahem. So anyway...
I don't know if I'm EVER going to learn another recipe! My cooking night just keeps getting postponed, postponed, postponed some more! I can see it, 50 years from now...I'll have a bunch of grandkids running around my house (actually, I'd still be sort of young for a grandma, so I guess they'd be crawling), and the only thing that I will be able to cook for them is a grilled cheese sandwich! God, I hope none of them are lactose intolerant.
That's it for now! BEDTIME!
Monday, September 13, 2010
With Every Step, I Sprint A Little Faster...
I won the sprints at soccer practice today! EEEEEE *crazed scream* EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOMGOMGOMG!
Sorry, just had to get that out there. It's kind of a big (huge) deal for me, because I remember my first practice two whole years ago. I was the worst one there, because everyone else had played since they were 5, and I was the one and only junior-high-age-joiner-weirdo. I had no skill, I had pathetic endurance, and I felt like everyone else on my team resented me for being so far behind them.
IT'S A BEAUTIFUL DAYYYYYY.....
I've come so far! I am not the fastest, but I sure as hell ain't the slowest anymore! I have....more skill than I did before. Probably not going to be getting any soccer scholarships, but I can hold my own on the field. (Finally.)
Whoa, I've been so self-centered today! I usually at least try to be entertaining. Sorry, but this is just SUCH A GIGANTIC ACCOMPLISHMENT FOR ME!!!!
To make up for my me-ness today, I have collected (courtesy of some sites I found thanks to Google) a handful of rather hilarious viola jokes!
Why do so many people take an instant dislike to Viola players?
It saves time.
Why are violists' ears sought after for transplants?
They've never been used.
And my personal favorite...
What's the ideal weight for a professional Viola player?
About 20 ounces - not counting the urn.
BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Are you laughing? I'm laughing. I am cracking up over here.
Sorry, just had to get that out there. It's kind of a big (huge) deal for me, because I remember my first practice two whole years ago. I was the worst one there, because everyone else had played since they were 5, and I was the one and only junior-high-age-joiner-weirdo. I had no skill, I had pathetic endurance, and I felt like everyone else on my team resented me for being so far behind them.
IT'S A BEAUTIFUL DAYYYYYY.....
I've come so far! I am not the fastest, but I sure as hell ain't the slowest anymore! I have....more skill than I did before. Probably not going to be getting any soccer scholarships, but I can hold my own on the field. (Finally.)
Whoa, I've been so self-centered today! I usually at least try to be entertaining. Sorry, but this is just SUCH A GIGANTIC ACCOMPLISHMENT FOR ME!!!!
To make up for my me-ness today, I have collected (courtesy of some sites I found thanks to Google) a handful of rather hilarious viola jokes!
Why do so many people take an instant dislike to Viola players?
It saves time.
Why are violists' ears sought after for transplants?
They've never been used.
And my personal favorite...
What's the ideal weight for a professional Viola player?
About 20 ounces - not counting the urn.
BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Are you laughing? I'm laughing. I am cracking up over here.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Come Together Right Now...For the Contest of the Century (aka: I'm choosing a book)
Not So Cheesy now has SIX FOLLOWERS! This is amazing! I love youuuuuu. :)
The votes have not changed for a while, so I'm pretty darn sure it's between The Golden Compass and To Kill A Mockingbird. Know what this means? SHOOTOUT TIME! Adi, I did like your suggestion, but let's face it..this'll be way more interesting.
Enter the contestants!
The Golden Compass: BAM! I got here first.
To Kill A Mockingbird: I would've gotten here first, except I was just busy changing the English class lives of millions.
(Winner: Mockingbird. I want to read a book with *pompous know-it-all voice* Significant. Cultural. Impact.)
GC: MOOOOOVIE. MOOOOOVIE. MOOOOOOVIE.
Mockingbird: Oscar noms! BEAT THAT.
(Winner: None. Last time I checked, I was going to blog a book, not a movie.)
GC: Series! That means if Cheesy likes me, she can keep reading the rest of the books!
Mockingbird: I was the only book Harper Lee EVER wrote.
(Winner: GC. This would make it easier to pick the next book I end up blogging.)
GC: I have talking polar bears!
Mockingbird: Shut up. Talking polar bears are creepy.
(Winner: Mockingbird. I have to say, talking animals are almost always NOT my thing.)
GC: 23 chapters! 23 weeks of loving me.
Mockingbird: 31 weeks for me! We might as well get married.
(Winner: GC. I don't have that long of an attention span.)
*WHISTLE. WHISTLE. WHISTLE.*
Dang it folks, that's all the time we have. Unfortunately, it seems we are still tied. My personal choice shall determine it all! We are (ummmm, I am) going to read...the Golden Compass! And I'm just throwing this next part out to bust all you people who cheated and skipped right to the end.
....
....
WAIT FOR IT
WAIT
WAIT
WAITING!!!!!
....
Yum. I like pie. My mom is making a peach pie tonight. But you know what else I'm going to like? Blogging THIS BOOK!
HERE WE GO PEOPLES!!!!
THE VICTOR AND DETERMINER OF WHAT I SHALL READ FOR THE NEXT LONG TIME: To Kill A Mockingbird, by Harper Lee! Woo!
The votes have not changed for a while, so I'm pretty darn sure it's between The Golden Compass and To Kill A Mockingbird. Know what this means? SHOOTOUT TIME! Adi, I did like your suggestion, but let's face it..this'll be way more interesting.
Enter the contestants!
The Golden Compass: BAM! I got here first.
To Kill A Mockingbird: I would've gotten here first, except I was just busy changing the English class lives of millions.
(Winner: Mockingbird. I want to read a book with *pompous know-it-all voice* Significant. Cultural. Impact.)
GC: MOOOOOVIE. MOOOOOVIE. MOOOOOOVIE.
Mockingbird: Oscar noms! BEAT THAT.
(Winner: None. Last time I checked, I was going to blog a book, not a movie.)
GC: Series! That means if Cheesy likes me, she can keep reading the rest of the books!
Mockingbird: I was the only book Harper Lee EVER wrote.
(Winner: GC. This would make it easier to pick the next book I end up blogging.)
GC: I have talking polar bears!
Mockingbird: Shut up. Talking polar bears are creepy.
(Winner: Mockingbird. I have to say, talking animals are almost always NOT my thing.)
GC: 23 chapters! 23 weeks of loving me.
Mockingbird: 31 weeks for me! We might as well get married.
(Winner: GC. I don't have that long of an attention span.)
*WHISTLE. WHISTLE. WHISTLE.*
Dang it folks, that's all the time we have. Unfortunately, it seems we are still tied. My personal choice shall determine it all! We are (ummmm, I am) going to read...the Golden Compass! And I'm just throwing this next part out to bust all you people who cheated and skipped right to the end.
....
....
WAIT FOR IT
WAIT
WAIT
WAITING!!!!!
....
Yum. I like pie. My mom is making a peach pie tonight. But you know what else I'm going to like? Blogging THIS BOOK!
HERE WE GO PEOPLES!!!!
THE VICTOR AND DETERMINER OF WHAT I SHALL READ FOR THE NEXT LONG TIME: To Kill A Mockingbird, by Harper Lee! Woo!
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Ooo, ooo, witchy poll. See how many votes I get. Ooo, ooo, witchy poll. See how technology makes me fret.
The amount of votes keeps changing. And no, I don't mean the typical going-up-because-people-click-on-it changing. I mean, I was looking at it earlier and Adventures of Huckleberry Finn had 4 votes, narrowly WINNING over...whatever was in second. And now....I'm seeing a 2 or 3 way tie. This is NOT normal!
My technological helpers are all rebelling against me, just so you know. My computer hates me, my iPod shrank (I had to delete my one episode of Glee to make room for my music from Dad!), and my camera AND cell phone keep dying. So if posts are erratic, late, and/or...crazy, now you know why.
Because of the stupid vote-changing, I do not have a clear winner for my poll. This is inconvenient. I will give it a couple more days to see if it changes any more. If not (and it is still inconveniently tied), I have decided that we will have a shoot-out between contestants, World Cup-style. (Don't ask me how this will work. I truly have no clue.)
P.S. Gmail is also flipping out. Chat doesn't work, and I can't even reply to the emails I get, but Adi...thank you. I did get your email, and I saw the video. AND the description. Merci beaucoup. (I think I spelled that wrong.)
My technological helpers are all rebelling against me, just so you know. My computer hates me, my iPod shrank (I had to delete my one episode of Glee to make room for my music from Dad!), and my camera AND cell phone keep dying. So if posts are erratic, late, and/or...crazy, now you know why.
Because of the stupid vote-changing, I do not have a clear winner for my poll. This is inconvenient. I will give it a couple more days to see if it changes any more. If not (and it is still inconveniently tied), I have decided that we will have a shoot-out between contestants, World Cup-style. (Don't ask me how this will work. I truly have no clue.)
P.S. Gmail is also flipping out. Chat doesn't work, and I can't even reply to the emails I get, but Adi...thank you. I did get your email, and I saw the video. AND the description. Merci beaucoup. (I think I spelled that wrong.)
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Where's That Shiny Bus, And Did It Ever Get Me Far? (Oh No It Didn't, Because They Forgot About Me)
The bus forgot about me and my friends this morning. After high school classes, we had to wait for an hour and twenty minutes to catch the damn bus back to our normal school. We needed to call our school's office, and then we yelled "WHERE IS THE BUS?" in unison. This 80 minute-period was spent fighting over iPods, kissing each other on both cheeks a la francais (sadly, I did not get smooched by the piano player), and having shouting matches with my peers. Looking back on it, it was actually pretty awesome. But regardless of its fabulous factor, it was still a waste of my time.
Due to this unfortunate circumstance, my harmonica plan has reluctantly been put on hold until I'm guessing tomorrow, when I am expecting to have a full hour of potential annoyance at my disposal. Quite honestly, though, I'm not totally sure if this will be the case. But my dear harmonica IS waiting patiently in my backpack, practically begging to be blown on.
As for blog news...we are currently tied in our book-blogging poll! The Golden Compass and To Kill a Mockingbird each have a whopping TWO votes! Since I have not thought of an acceptable tie-breaking method, if you have not yet voted, GET YOUR BUTT OVER THERE AND CLICK THE BUTTON! It ain't rocket science, you know...
Also, it is with regret that I inform you Misadventures in the Kitchen is on a temporary hiatus. I have been forbidden from cooking the meal I decided on until further notice, simply because my mom and/or I have something scheduled every single night of this week, and she doesn't want me using expensive ingredients without her watching over my shoulder. Crazy, I know! I'm like Rachael Ray over here! You can't stop my food-making mania!!!
*shakes head*
Will Smith said it best...
♫♪ Parents are the same no matter time nor place
So to you other kids all across the land
Take it from me
Parents just don't understand ♫♪
HOLLA!
Due to this unfortunate circumstance, my harmonica plan has reluctantly been put on hold until I'm guessing tomorrow, when I am expecting to have a full hour of potential annoyance at my disposal. Quite honestly, though, I'm not totally sure if this will be the case. But my dear harmonica IS waiting patiently in my backpack, practically begging to be blown on.
As for blog news...we are currently tied in our book-blogging poll! The Golden Compass and To Kill a Mockingbird each have a whopping TWO votes! Since I have not thought of an acceptable tie-breaking method, if you have not yet voted, GET YOUR BUTT OVER THERE AND CLICK THE BUTTON! It ain't rocket science, you know...
Also, it is with regret that I inform you Misadventures in the Kitchen is on a temporary hiatus. I have been forbidden from cooking the meal I decided on until further notice, simply because my mom and/or I have something scheduled every single night of this week, and she doesn't want me using expensive ingredients without her watching over my shoulder. Crazy, I know! I'm like Rachael Ray over here! You can't stop my food-making mania!!!
*shakes head*
Will Smith said it best...
♫♪ Parents are the same no matter time nor place
So to you other kids all across the land
Take it from me
Parents just don't understand ♫♪
HOLLA!
Monday, September 6, 2010
You Know My Name (But I Bet You Had No Clue I Played Harmonica)
BEHOLD. My salvation for my hour of TA-time 3 mornings a week!
You see, my family is getting ready for a garage sale, and in between the piles of old dolls and stinky riding boots, I found this amazing harmonica! But instead of the usual reminiscent "Oh my gosh, I forgot I had this! So and so got it for her birthday fifty billion years ago from la di da dude," the first thought that came to mind was "Now I have something to do while I 'assist' my dear, DEAR teacher!" And THAT thought, my friends, was quickly followed by an obnoxious mind-cackle.
It gets better. I found a helpful "For Beginners Only: How to Play the Marine Band Type Hohner Harmonica" guide. My master plan consists of sneaking (aka walking in normally, just with a hidden harmonica) into said teacher's office, blowing a loud, piercing note, watching a hopefully VERY amusing reaction, and then actually learning how to play it correctly. Don't you think it would be cool to know how to play 2 instruments? Psh, violin and piano is typical. Violin and a regular band instrument is traitorous. But violin and HARMONICA? Epic, epic, spectacular, epic. :D
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| The Best Instrument EVER After the Violin (and guitar, because that's what Adi plays) |
You see, my family is getting ready for a garage sale, and in between the piles of old dolls and stinky riding boots, I found this amazing harmonica! But instead of the usual reminiscent "Oh my gosh, I forgot I had this! So and so got it for her birthday fifty billion years ago from la di da dude," the first thought that came to mind was "Now I have something to do while I 'assist' my dear, DEAR teacher!" And THAT thought, my friends, was quickly followed by an obnoxious mind-cackle.
It gets better. I found a helpful "For Beginners Only: How to Play the Marine Band Type Hohner Harmonica" guide. My master plan consists of sneaking (aka walking in normally, just with a hidden harmonica) into said teacher's office, blowing a loud, piercing note, watching a hopefully VERY amusing reaction, and then actually learning how to play it correctly. Don't you think it would be cool to know how to play 2 instruments? Psh, violin and piano is typical. Violin and a regular band instrument is traitorous. But violin and HARMONICA? Epic, epic, spectacular, epic. :D
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Sing Me A Song I Know All The Words To...(Oh Right, You Just Did!)
First off, I would like to congratulate Adi on his outstanding cover of Use Somebody (in which he rather adorably says "Ohai, Mary" at the beginning) and encourage my several readers to nag him about getting it on Youtube. :)
*nag nag nag*
Aaaaaand this is the part where I taunt you with "I KNOW WHAT I'M COOKING THIS WEEK AND YOU DON'T." You see, as much as I appreciated Feathers' suggestion, I disqualified it because I remembered that I have, in fact, made a decent serving of scrambled eggs before! So I faced the scary 4 full shelves of cookbooks my mother owns and chose a brand new dish that appears to be within my range of expertise. In fact, I found SEVERAL recipes, so we're set for the next few weeks. Yay!
I find it very depressing that I don't read nearly as much as I'd like to, so I'm going to blog a book (how original, I know). I have not chosen one yet. I'll try to decide within the next few days. This is going to be a recurring, weekly column that happens every...Friday. (Dan Bergstein and Coffinmaker seem to have dibs on Thursdays.) This will start next week, unless I happen to find a book at the speed of light. As with everything else on my blog, comments and/or suggestions are WELCOMED, ENCOURAGED, and MET WITH OUTSTANDINGLY ENTHUSIASTIC TACKLEHUGZ.
*nag nag nag*
Aaaaaand this is the part where I taunt you with "I KNOW WHAT I'M COOKING THIS WEEK AND YOU DON'T." You see, as much as I appreciated Feathers' suggestion, I disqualified it because I remembered that I have, in fact, made a decent serving of scrambled eggs before! So I faced the scary 4 full shelves of cookbooks my mother owns and chose a brand new dish that appears to be within my range of expertise. In fact, I found SEVERAL recipes, so we're set for the next few weeks. Yay!
I find it very depressing that I don't read nearly as much as I'd like to, so I'm going to blog a book (how original, I know). I have not chosen one yet. I'll try to decide within the next few days. This is going to be a recurring, weekly column that happens every...Friday. (Dan Bergstein and Coffinmaker seem to have dibs on Thursdays.) This will start next week, unless I happen to find a book at the speed of light. As with everything else on my blog, comments and/or suggestions are WELCOMED, ENCOURAGED, and MET WITH OUTSTANDINGLY ENTHUSIASTIC TACKLEHUGZ.
Friday, September 3, 2010
I Like the Way You Sound in the Morning (When You Agree To Be My Piano Player)
YES! I have gotten the elusive ex-friend/future-forever-buddy to play piano for me! And no blackmail was involved!!! Oh. Em. Gee! I just asked him earlier and he was like "Again?" "YEAH!" "Um...sure." HOORAY, I DID IT! *happy dance* (Note: Girlfriend is now my inspirational anthem. Not because of its authenticity to the situation, but just because I was listening to it this morning while I got up the guts to ask!)
And I haven't forgotten...happy weekiversary to Not So Cheesy!!! We've got the first of several (eventually, I'm sure) installments going on, and Not So Cheesy is hopefully just going to get better and better and better!!!
Sorry. I'm not being funny at all today. It's just that I'VE BEEN PREPARING FOR THE PIANO PLAYER BATTLE ALL SUMMER LONG, AND I DIDN'T EVEN HAVE TO DO IT!!! I hope this turns out well, because it appears that I just can't stay away. Then again, neither can he...
But he still agreed to do it! Even BEFORE he realized the piece was like 14 pages long for him! OH MY GOSH, I'M JUST GOING TO GO GORGE MYSELF ON CHOCOLATES AND PASS OUT FROM HAPPINESS (AND FATIGUE. SOCCER TRYOUTS WERE EXHAUSTING). I LOVE ALL OF YOU READERS SOOOOO MUCH!
And I haven't forgotten...happy weekiversary to Not So Cheesy!!! We've got the first of several (eventually, I'm sure) installments going on, and Not So Cheesy is hopefully just going to get better and better and better!!!
Sorry. I'm not being funny at all today. It's just that I'VE BEEN PREPARING FOR THE PIANO PLAYER BATTLE ALL SUMMER LONG, AND I DIDN'T EVEN HAVE TO DO IT!!! I hope this turns out well, because it appears that I just can't stay away. Then again, neither can he...
But he still agreed to do it! Even BEFORE he realized the piece was like 14 pages long for him! OH MY GOSH, I'M JUST GOING TO GO GORGE MYSELF ON CHOCOLATES AND PASS OUT FROM HAPPINESS (AND FATIGUE. SOCCER TRYOUTS WERE EXHAUSTING). I LOVE ALL OF YOU READERS SOOOOO MUCH!
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Misadventures in the Kitchen, Week ONE
Misadventures in the Kitchen, Week ONE was an all-American (I think), cheese-filled delight...*drum roll* A GRILLED CHEESE SANDWICH!
I won't lie, I've made a few before. But there is nothing more important than mastering the skill of the sandwich flip, and I figured it would be a great place to start my series (aka the very beginning). Oh my gosh, I'll be making Lobster Thermidor before you know it!
But as to my sandwich-making process...
Pros:
~Quick to make, which is critical, seeing as how I was STARVING after soccer practice
~Working closely with cheese
~Getting butter on my fingers
Cons:
~Have to keep checking the side on the bottom, because you KNOW it'll be waaaaay browner every .5 seconds
~Constant fretting about burning the sandwich
~Getting butter on my fingers
Isn't it beee-yoootiful? I'm gonna call it Adrianna. I bet if I send the pic to NASA, they'll name a rocket space-thingy after her.
As always (just kidding, this is the first time!), I welcome any and all suggestions for next week. :)
P.S. Don't forget, tomorrow is Not So Cheesy's WEEKIVERSARY! AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!! ARE YOU EXCITED?! I'M EXCITED! LET'S DO THIS!
I won't lie, I've made a few before. But there is nothing more important than mastering the skill of the sandwich flip, and I figured it would be a great place to start my series (aka the very beginning). Oh my gosh, I'll be making Lobster Thermidor before you know it!
But as to my sandwich-making process...
Pros:
~Quick to make, which is critical, seeing as how I was STARVING after soccer practice
~Working closely with cheese
~Getting butter on my fingers
Cons:
~Have to keep checking the side on the bottom, because you KNOW it'll be waaaaay browner every .5 seconds
~Constant fretting about burning the sandwich
~Getting butter on my fingers
And the moment you've ALL been waiting for...
my sandwich!
Isn't it beee-yoootiful? I'm gonna call it Adrianna. I bet if I send the pic to NASA, they'll name a rocket space-thingy after her.
As always (just kidding, this is the first time!), I welcome any and all suggestions for next week. :)
P.S. Don't forget, tomorrow is Not So Cheesy's WEEKIVERSARY! AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!! ARE YOU EXCITED?! I'M EXCITED! LET'S DO THIS!
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