Arrrgggg

What a weekend.
I feel like my Monday posts are usually started that way.
This is a good thing. Good weekends = good things.
We learned (again) that my navigational skills are that of a bat with no sonar.
After about an hour or so of delay, we made it home at almost 2 oclock to a slightly confused, but pleasantly surprised mother.
Van go to discover the wonders of Wegmans and how awesome Wawa is and the glory that is Yumyum's donuts.
Hell yes.
Excellent.
My grandparents and my neighbors came over for desserts and got to meet Van too.
That all turned out very well.
This makes me happy.
Good weekend.

Now I am curled up in the fetal position crying because my cramps are so bad I can't walk. Awesome.
Goodnight.

Bitches Love Me 'Cause They Know That I Can Rock.

What an awesome weekend, really!
It started out rocky, because of my practical. I definitely did NOT do as well as I hoped. Applestrip is not my forte, apparently, but I did know that ahead of time. It's amazing what nerves can do to you.
I don't have a picture of what it's supposed to look like, but I do have a picture that shows what it did look like.



Jabba no like-a apple strip! Jee panwa waffmula chone patogga che lickmoomoo!



But then after class Van and I went to the movies and saw Wolverine.
Can I mention...the awesome?
It was pretty good. not my favorite of all of them, but it was really good none the less.
Deadpool was in it, so that just made it awesome. And Gambit.

We then came home, slept, woke up the next morning and lazed around for a bit, which is always really nice. The weather has been great.
Theeeeeeennnn we went to the Melting Pot. Aaaaahhhhh. Delicious. More food that we even knew what to do with. It was an incredibly nice night. And I definitely brought one of the fondue forks home.


And that's only 1/3 of it. talk about being a fat kid! Mmmmm.

We hardly made it home on such full stomachs. We definitely learned how contagious yawning really is.

Sunday was rainy, so no baseball, but we did have RP night and made food and kicked vampire ass.

DAMN.

I just went back and read what I wrote.

Starwars (mentioning Jabba the Hutt, and Huttese)

XMen (mentioning several of the characters)

RPing (self explanatory)

Vampires

I am the biggest nerd on the face of the planet.

But I digress.

I will spend most of the day packing up my dorm, since I am leaving in 3 weeks. it's about time that I start putting things in boxes and bags so it's not a complete disaster being put off until the last possible second. So I'll get a lot of my clothing packed up.

I'm really excited for my next class.

I finished cakes (just barely!)

and I am now going into Individual Production Pastries. My favorite!

it should be an awesome class.

Now, for something completely out there and incoherent. I only know of one, maybe 2 people that will understand this. Van and I talked a little bit about it yesterday, I believe.

I really wish people could know certain things about me. I really can't say or explain what they are, for my own safety and sanity, but lets call it an illness.

I really wish that the people I associate with, work with or come in contact with could see that I have this illness. It would help them understand why I act the way I do, do the things I do, say what I say. They would be able to understand my actions, everything would make so much more sense. it would be exponentially helpful to both myself and people around me, but it's really not that easy. Van made the point of saying that if everyone could see that I was this way, that would just give them one more thing to latch on to and pick apart. And this is true, but i would have to wonder if it would be worth it. It would almost be like wearing a medical ID bracelet that said I was bipolar, or something similar. People would understand why I act the way I do, but on the other hand it would be more likely that they would treat me differently, perhaps negatively, because they knew that about me.

But, they would understand little things like why I don't speak to people when I'm angry, why I act incredibly nonchalant when something goes wrong and why it seems like I don't care about anything. Why I paint, why I write, why I play music when something in wrong. Why I don't talk about my problems, ever. I know it upsets people on occasion when I don't tell them why I am upset or what is bothering me. It just goes with that. It goes with my nature, and it goes with my, for lack of a better term, "illness". If I could get rid of it, sometimes I think I would. But I have a feeling that someday I may need it for something. We'll see.

*BAMF!*

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!

"A magician makes the visible invisible. A mime maks the invisble visible.”

I have 6 followers on here, I think only one or two actually ever read these, and I'm honestly okay with that. When I write, I don't really write for other people, but because I want to write something down. But I do enjoy it when my things get read. I really hope I can find more interesting things to write about.

OH!

Okay. here's one:

Van and I have a date planned:

Mimes.

We're going to be mimes. Dress like mimes, act like mimes. We're going to be mimes and go grocery shopping.

Now, if I were walking through the grocery store and I saw some people dressed as mimes getting their produce, I would honestly have to laugh. Its like.. old Panic! At The Disco meets Supermarket Sweep. AWESOME.

We need to find someone to videotape all of this. If we do, I will so post it on here. It shall be a good day.