Ha. Ha. Ha.

New thing to be terrified of:
Furries.

Yes. Furries.
I will allow you to look them up you please.
That is all I have to say about them. SO THE END on that subject.


Next subject.

Slap The Bass

Interview for extern today. Im going to go check out the place and if its good then I will apply and hope to get hired. I really hope it works out, I want to stay in the area. Broski is driving me there and back for my interview, then we'll probably try to meet up with this angry wiccan girl that lives on campus. And after that is White Castle adventure. Woooooo.

I've never been to White Castle. I think it's a hamburger place. And Im down with that.

Last night Van and I went to the movies and saw I Love You, Man. It was a good one. Worth seeing, definitely. We're both really stoked for the new X-Men movie. Its gonna be sick. Can we just take a moment to say "yum"?

X-Men might be my favorite set of superheroes. Mostly because they didn't choose to be the way they are (generally), most of them were born that way (though Logan was kind of...enhanced.) and they didn't get their powers by accident, like Spiderman or the Hulk. they all just started out as kids that could do unusual things and they chose to ignore it, enhance it, and use if for good or for bad. And, for the most part, their powers only effect their appearance subtly (Mystique, Beast, and Nightcrawler not included, along with a few others). I also like in the movies how they aren't wearing such costume-y outfits (e.i yellow spandex). I did not like, however, that Mystique was running around naked. (Well, I did..but...)

*ahem*

Moving on.

I made a lot of cookies last night.

and I no longer have a desire to write anything right now. I got distracted.
Time to go find something to eat.

Sometimes I Doubt Your Commitment To Sparkle Motion!

SCREEEEEEEE!!

Though I tend to talk about zombies a lot, I really have another point to bring up.

Van and I were in the car the other day, after an awesome weekend, and we got on yet another zombie related topic. This one goes as follows:

What would be worse: a raptor outbreak, or a zombie Apocalypse?

Think about it. Lets say that there are equal amounts, either way. Lets say that...there is 1 zombie or raptor for every 2 people. which is worse?

I personally think that zombies are worse to deal with.

In the event of a mass invasion of creatures, I would rather is be raptors than zombies. In all honesty, I feel that I would be more likely to escape from a raptor.

Raptors, though intelligent, do not have the ability to spread a disease to change people into one of them. If you get bit by a raptor, you will not get turned into one if you get away. You will still be human. Wounded, but human none the less. Zombies, on the other hand, will turn you into one of them. If you get bit by a zombie and get away, you will still turn into a zombie, therefor endangering those around you, and perhaps changing the ratio.

Secondly, raptors have a sense of reason.

If you are trapped somewhere, lets say a hole for example, a raptor will try to get at you, then they will give up because they get bored. Zombies will not. A zombie will try to get you until it does or until it is destroyed. A zombie will reach and claw at you.

Next thing to take into consideration is the fact that raptors can feel pain while zombies cannot. if you shot a gun and blow off a raptor's arm, it will stop attacking you because it is in pain. On the contrary, a zombie will keep coming after you with one arm and half a head. Also, if you light a raptor on fire, it will die, a zombie will just chase you while it is on fire.

Lastly, raptors will die out on their own. They will eventually all be killed or just die. It takes a long time to reproduce and their eggs are easy to destroy. All a zombie has to do is infect a person or animal and you instantly have more zombies. This will cause problems.

So, in the end, it is decided that Z Day is far more detrimental than a zombie attack. They are more resistance, harder to injure, and faster to populate, therefor making them the most dangerous.

Several people thought that raptors would be worse. I think I would stand a better chance against raptors.

That is all.

Goodnight.

So Put On Those Clothes You Never Grew Into And Smile Like You Mean It For Once

Remember Eric Carl?


I read his books so much as a kid. he was awesome.
The Very Hungry Caterpillar (that book is actually about me...) and then The Grouchy Ladybug (also about me) Good stuff.










When the bus shelter windows and napkin-dispensers surprise with distorted reflections, it's never the someone you're hoping to recognize. When the rent is too high living here between reasons to live and you can't sleep alone and your memories groan and the borders of night start to give. When you can't save cash or conviction; you're broke and you're breaking - a tired shoelace or a wave. So long past, past-due. A new name for everything. When the one-ways collude with the map that you've folded wrong and the route you've abandoned is always the path you probably should be upon. When the bottle-cap ashtrays and intimate's ears are all full with results of your breaks and the threads of your fear are unfurled with the tiniest pull. One more time, try. Stand with your hands in your pockets and stare at the smudge of a newspaper sky and ask it to rain a new name for everything. Fire every phrase. They don't want to work for us anymore. Dot or Dash our days. Make your face the flag of a semaphore. All you won't show. The boxes you brought here and never unpacked are still patiently waiting to go. So put on those clothes you never grew into and smile like you mean it for once. If you come back, bring a new name for everything.


The Weakerthans

I Scratched The Empties, Desperate To Hear You Make The Sound That You Found For Me

Sounds Familiar

We emerge from youth all wide-eyed like the rest, shedding skin faster than our skin can grow, and armed with hammers, feathers, blunt knives: words, to meet and to define and to... but you must know the same games that we played in dirt, in dusty school yards has found a higher pitch and broader scale than we feared possible, and someone must be picked last, and one must bruise and one must fail. And that still twitching bird was so deceived by a window, so we eulogized fondly, we dug deep and threw its elegant plumage and frantic black eyes in a hole, and rushed out to kill something new, so we could bury that too. The first chapters of lives almost made us give up altogether. Pushed towards tired forms of self immolation that seemed so original. I must, we must never stop watching the sky with our hands in our pockets, stop peering in windows when we know doors are shut. Stop yelling small stories and bad jokes and sorrows, and my voice will scratch to yell many more, but before I spill the things I mean to hide away, or gouge my eyes with platitudes of sentiment, I'll drown the urge for permanence and certainty; crouch down and scrawl my name with yours in wet cement.




Oh how I miss that band.

The Weakerthans. They always had something great, some strange song that made you think for a long time and gave some of the most perfect imagery. More poetry than music, yes?
They have an old song called Plea From A Cat Named Virtue
and it turns out that now they have one called Virtue The Cat Explains Her Departure
I just listened to it and oh my god it is so sad.
The first one, Plea... is (loosely) about a cat whose owner is just sinking into depression and self harm. Virtue, the cat, is trying to get him out of bed, trying to get him to play, things like that. In this next one, it seems like its the cat finally giving up because the owner doesn't take care of her anymore. Its a lot of symbolism and it sure is a killer.
But aside. That is all I have to say on that subject.


I need to paint my toenails.


And on a lighter note

Sounds familiar?
(in a very different way than the above stated "Sounds Familiar")
I love nerding out.





Ten points for me spelling everything right on the first try!

I'M GOING TO THE TAVERN!

Next time someone comes into my room in the middle of the night with an ice-pick, it would be greatly appreciated if someone would please tell them to leave and not stab me. Thank you.
That is the only explanation I have as to why I have the more horrific headache I have ever had in my entire life. Someone must have stabbed me through the head like a deck of used casino cards. Thankfully my roomie has some super meds that knocked it out pretty quick.

Yesterday wasn't all that bad. Class was just class, as it always is. We got to practice for our practical. I burned my hand pretty badly, but its okay. I had forgo ten to put the butter in my pastry cream and it was already poured out into the plastic wrap on a sheet tray, so I had to pick it up and squeeze it out of the plastic. While it was still boiling. So that was definitely no bueno.

And then I had a ridiculous craving for a large vat of Count Chocula with strawberry Nesquik, a really rare steak, really well done barbecue chicken, a cookie, and grilled zucchini. All at the same time. It was pretty bad.

If you haven't noticed, I'm going kind of backwards since my last update.

Then to the weekend.
Sunday was RP night. Totally awesome. It just bums me out and makes me wish that everything could be as easy as rolling dice.

You just tripped and fell down the steps. Roll six dice to see if you break your leg or not

or

You forgot your eclairs in the oven, roll 3 dice to see if you remember they are there before they burn

That would make life so much better. Sometimes.

But yes. RP night was great. I came home and my roomies asked what I did. Didn't bother trying to explain so I just said RPed.
Monica says "In bed?"
"No. I don't think he could handle me being a level 9 magic user."
Then left.

And yes, there was funyuns and mt dew.

The day before Van took me to the city to have dinner at Jekyll and Hyde's. Aaaand that was pretty awesome. Perfect place to take the kid that lives for Halloween and love horror movies. We went with Stokes and Lynn, too, which was fun, because the last time we hung out with them was valentines.

And then Friday we hung out at our friends' houses.

Generally a very good weekend. And its Tuesday, which means that Monday is over, which means that tomorrow is Wednesday, which means that I don't have that same chef anymore! Hooray!
Now, I think I'm going to go eat for the first time in a few days. Yippee!

Give Me Back My Face!

I have come up with a spectacular new idea for a website.

Forget "Facebook", we need Faebook. For the fairies.

Anyhow. Van and I saw Watchmen the other night and wow, was it good.

Having not read the graphic novel, I wasn't all that sure what to expect. Those who have read the novel did not seem to care for it as much, so I think I will read it later and then compare.

The cinematography was wonderful and reminded me slightly of Quintin Tarentino. The acting was well done, as long as you are in the right mindset and remembering the time period. It also had an awesome, hilarious, and ironic soundtrack.

So, if you haven't see it yet, go do so.

and then go listen to the band Dr. Manhattan. Just because.

The other day Broski and I were talking about how strange relationships turn out to be. Like when you were dating someone and then broke up with them, and then every time you see them you wonder why. You wonder what you ever saw in them, why you ever liked them, and why they ever meant anything. Sometimes you get out of a relationship and you see how bad it really was the whole time. Everyone that was telling you how awful it is was totally right. Its a rather strange feeling. I know now that I look at certain people's pictures and I just feel sick and stupid for ever caring about them. I also know that I am really really happy that I am no longer in that situation. I'm in a very good relationship now.

My ex sent me a note the other day, saying what a horrid person I am and how happy they are that they aren't with me anymore, along with how selfish I am and how now that they're in a relationship with someone else, they see how much it really sucked to be with me.

I'm happy that now they know how I felt for the passed year or so. So then I went and threw the jewelry she gave me off a cliff. It was a really a good feeling to get rid of all of that. I still have a few more things to throw. It'll be awesome.

Ive been having "girl over-load" recently.
Don't get me wrong, I love the girls I hang out with, but sometimes I really just need to go and hang out with the guys.

So today I got back from McDonald's then went and played xbox with a handful of dude that I don't really know. it was a great feeling. For every 1 hour I hang out with girls, I need to either chill with guys or be alone for 3 hours.

Anyhow. Its 5:30 am right now, so I'm going to go to sleep before I have to wake up. I need to start waking up earlier because I'm just too rushed for class. ah well.

Goodnight.

You Said I Make You Laugh, Well You Make My Heart Sing

I went home for the weekend and boy oh boy. Always an adventure, I guess.
Got home right late last night and went straight to bed. Got up this morning and went to the grocery store to make a plethora of different baked goods. perhaps I will post a picture or two. Ive been fighting this food all day long, but on the way back from the grocery store we noticed that a bookstore nearby is going out of business. I went in to take a look and left with 14 comic books for about...a dollar. So that was awesome.
And other than that, Ive been baking like a fool for most of the day. I went out to eat with Jess and she came over for a little bit. We did some catching up like we always do. Then came back and now I'm baking even more food. Hooray.
Tomorrow I'm going to breakfast with Robby at IHOP, which is one of our haunts, then back to school.
Mom is meeting Van, I think and I'm actually a little bit nervous. Aaaah!
haha.
It should go well though.
Anyway. I have cherry turnovers burning in the oven.

THUNDER...THUNDER...THUNDERCATS..HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

The Cake Is A Lie

Alright mini-rant time.
I have to get ready for class in 15 minutes so we'll see how this one turns out.

okay, so I hardly think I can ever go to class today, there isn't much I would do to be able to avoid it. Thank god I only have 2 weeks left of this one after today, then I can continue on. I liked Baking Techniques a lot better. Ive had this class (Pastry Techniques) for a week now and I honestly want to scalp myself with a potato peeler.
Its not even so much that I mind the class or even my chef, but I honestly cannot stand this girl that Im working with, or two of the other people there.
My partner is SERIOUSLY one of the slowest people I have ever met in my life. I have continuously described her as having the intellectual capacity of half a bag of broken light bulbs. I am also 99% sure that the crusty bowl of Velveeta on my desk has more personality. First off, this girl says that every thing is gross or disgusting.
I pour buttermilk into a bowl and she goes "Ew..thats ger-oss..." She sees gelatin blooming: 'Thanks disgusting..."
I successfully filled an entire tray of eclairs by the time the conquered the oh-so-strenuous task of washing two bowls.
Van said I should talk to her with puppets to help her understand.
And for the passed three days she been talking to the girl in front of us. "Kendra....You wanna watch Gumby later?"

Gumby?...Gumby?!

Go back to preschool, take your purple koolaid with you, and get the hell away from my Panna Cotta.


Then, there's this other girl, Little Miss West Chester who looks like she has two fishhooks pulling her nostrils upward because she is so stuck up. I don't know. Maybe its just her face.
Or maybe its the fact that when the chef said "If you're rich, you can start big, but if you're not, start small" she gave a smug little smirk and looked around to see everyone else's reaction. I'm really not sure what her problem with me is, but its something. And her non-existent sense of humor does not make her any more pleasant.

Then there is one more, who sounds like Snuffeluffagus and looks like a pig bred with the Pillsbury dough boy. Ive yet to see any of her things turn out well and she has an attitude that honestly makes me want to vomit.

So I accidentally dropped my rolling pin as hard as I could across the classroom at her head.
oops.





Not really. I wish.

Anyhow. Off to class. I just really needed to vent about all of that. We'll see if I make it out alive.

Painfully Delicious

Caramel chocolates are like napalm for your teeth. You go to bite them and they're all yummy and tasty, then they stick to your teeth and it hurts so bad and it wont let go! I always have a sense of fear as I get ready to take the first bite out of a chocolate caramel, knowing that there is a very high risk of my teeth being in sudden, jolting pain. That is all.
Prepare for many blogs on painful foods.

Nosferatue, Eine Symphonie Des Grauens

"You will have a marvelous journey. And, young
as you are, what matter if it costs you some pain - or even a little
blood?..."

Yes, this is the full movie.

"Is That A Dagger?" "No, It's A Necromancer's Wand!" "Oh! Okay!'

There seems to be a continuous stream of people coming in and out of my room as if we have a revolving door. We're supposed to have four roommates but we seem to have anywhere between five and ten at a time. Strangely enough they seem to move like pinballs, ricocheting around all four sides of the room to see everything, in a giant whirlwind of colors and accents. Yesterday we had:

A Staten Islander
A Vegan
A Just-Turned-17-Year-Old
Vlad
Mia
Broski

Then my three roommates and I.

All in and out, in and out, in and out.
Crayons and soup everywhere!

And all of them come in and start looking through everything, which I'm cool with, because I have so much weird stuff. Guitars, fairy wings, a ton of food, crayons, videogames, books. So much stuff, so many bright colors. Its a sensory overload. I do desperately need to clean, especially since there are so many people coming in all the time. I'll have to do that today after I get out of class.
Anyway. Off I Go!

I NEED THIS!

BAHAHHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

and in the meantime I shall make tshirts that say the following:


NSFW


1337


I CAN HAS

PWN3D

"So, people called you "Father"...how would you like to be called "Daddy"....?"

This weekend was a good weekend.



Perhaps that was not the best way to start this post after writing that title.
Anyhow.
This weekend was a good weekend.

My roommates left to go home and are returning today, which meant that I had to room pretty much to myself. If there is one thing that I really love about being alone, its the fact that I can sing along with my music. I prefer to not do so while there are other people in the room. So that was nice. I made a 4 layer Boston cream cake, which turned out pretty good, I'd say. I took it over to Chux's house.

Van and I finally broke the news to everyone that I am indeed NOT pregnant.
(I hadn't written anything about it here because Michelle reads these sometimes)
He and I had an elaborate plan to convince all of our friends that I am pregnant without actually telling them that I'm pregnant (which more or less made them convince themselves and each other that I was. We just sat back and let them do all the work.)
Our original plan was to keep it going to 3 months until I started "showing". We then decided that we could probably pull it off up until the water breaking. I said that they better throw me a baby shower.
Alas we had to tell them, just for their own sanity, as it was starting to get overly dramatic. So about a week into it, Van and I showed up with a cake and 2 packs of cigarettes and told Zac it was a joke. Over all, it was a success.

We just hung out for the rest of the weekend. Ordered pizza and Chinese food, watched four movies last night: Corpse Bride, The Triplets Of Belleville, Snakes on a Plane and Stranger Than Fiction.


Yesterday I made a list of things that I highly dislike about people in the bathroom, because sometimes there are just things that people do that bother be immensely. For example:

Standing and talking on the phone.
Why would someone go and stand in the bathroom to talk on their phone? I honestly do not want to hear you complain to your "bff" back home about what your boyfriend did the other day while I'm trying to pee, nor do i want to sit there and feel like you're listening to me pee. So please, go somewhere else and let me piss in peace. And to go along with that, don't just go hide out in the bathroom either. Those people that are just standing there for seemingly no reason? Yeah. Stop with that.


Another would be lining the seat with toilet paper and then LEAVING IT THERE. EW!? Flush that, please? Its pretty gross so walk into the stall and your toilet looks like a pinata.

Next would have to be the people that are sitting in the stall and aren't doing anything. You know that they have to shit, but they don't want people to hear them, so they just sit there and do nothing. Now, which is more awkward, someone hearing you poop, or just sitting there for 10 minutes while the other person goes, leaves, washes their hands, drys them, another person walks in, does the same, all while that same person sits there, not knowing what to do?
Trust me, we know you've gotta go, so just do it. I always want to tell them "It'll be okay! You can do it!" Don't get me wrong, I will not poop if another person is in the bathroom, I wait for them to leave. but honestly? You're going to sit there for half an hour?
So whenever that happens, I make sure to take as long as possible.

Next would be when two girls go into the bathroom, one goes to use the toilet and the other one stands outside and talks to her. We don't want to hear your conversation. Do you really have to follow each other around like that? No.

And lastly is when people leave the bathroom and leave the sink running. its not that hard to make sure that water turned off. Really, kids.


That's about it.

Oh, last thing:
Van and I went to the diner for breakfast (but we slept until 11 am! Wow! That's a first!), and we were seated in a different part than usual. Somehow, we managed to get seated by not one, but TWO priests. TWO!?
Too bad I wasn't dressed like a hooker that day.
"So, people call you "Father"...how would you like to be called "Daddy"..."


I think that is pretty much all I have to say for right now. But if you have any idea about how two lesbians would play out a transformers fetish, please let me know. I am interested.