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Friday, April 27, 2007

Containing Head-Asplosions

I'm sick....
I'm so sick....
And not only am I sick.... I'm also sick and tired.
So sick and tired that not even grilled cheese cut in diagonals has fixed it.
It shouldn't be that difficult to be honest with someone.

Seriously now.

What the hell is so wrong with people that you can't be honest with someone. What's worse: taking care of it right from the start and ending it there or avoiding the situation and letting it build and grow until it blows up in everyone's face?
Whatever happened to caring about other peoples' feelings? Or maybe it's just a select few that get the special treatment in that regard. If the latter is true, then make it obvious so that these non-special people don't put their feelings out on a limb. And then feel shock and disappointment when that limb is cut off.

I'm not speaking about one situation in general; this is a generalized reaction to a lot of things going on right now. And these things combined make me really pissy.

That, and the fact that every time I cough, I think a lung is going to come out. And there's mini-asplosions going on in my head.

After I get better, I'll probably look back on this post and cringe. But right now, I feel that it's something that I've got to put out there. And I'm so sick and so annoyed right now that not even cute pictures of kittens can save me now....

No... wait..... yeah, they can. :D

Sunday, April 22, 2007

The incident with the margarine

I love making things through cooking. There’s just something about making something out of ordinary ingredients; about taking things that are just ‘alright’ by themselves and then combining them to make something ‘fabulous.’ Although, I love to cook, I don’t always have the means nor materials to make something. I was never really taught how to cook. When younger, I would just watch my mum make something and go from there. Many of my favorite things to make came from experimenting.

Before heading to work one morning, I decided that I wanted muffins. I love making muffins and cakes. Granted, these sweets normally started in store bought box form, but gradually became something more. These morning muffins were to be cinnamon muffins. The only problem was that I didn’t have vegetable oil. I spied margarine while looking for a substitute. Margarine is called vegetable spread. So, I made the connection and substituted margarine.

When it was time for them to be done, I noticed that they weren’t browned enough. So, I left them in for another five minutes.

And then another 10 after that.

And then another five.

After awhile, I stopped counting and just watched them.

When they were brown enough to my liking, I set them out to cool.

A few minutes later I bit into one expecting cinnamon-y goodness and instead getting a gooey mess.

What happened? Where did I go wrong?

I found out later that substituting margarine was a good move.

The problem was that I was substituting a solid for a liquid.

I was supposed to melt the margarine down first.

Friday, April 13, 2007

A hop, a skip and four days

Alone, the past few days have been semi-standard. Combined, the past few days look like some sort of downward spiral into something indescribable -- just how I like it.
On Tuesday, the sky decided to brake itself and pour for most of the day. While I didn't break anything, I did wander about with a broken umbrella (I didn't break it!).
On Wednesday, I noticed the day was going to turn out a little odd when I yanked off the hot water knob for the shower. Scalding water for everyone!
On Thursday, I took a test in Spanish where I was told to give my professor directions without taking any right turns. The "no right turns" part wasn't actually part of the exam, I just couldn't remember how to say "right" in Spanish.
Today, on my way to work I almost got into an accident that would have dissolved into a slapsies fight between me and a geriatric.

Ok, so not really a downward spiral... more like a clogged drain. Nothing of real interest has happened this week, at least none that I am privy to speak of (Oooohh!! Secrets! Intrigue!).

Monday, April 9, 2007

Oh Cadbury... how could you?!?

On on terribly sad note...
So, those of you that don't know, Cadbury eggs are getting smaller -- much to the denial of Cadbury themselves. B.J. Novak was on Conan last night and gave proof of such. Thanks to YesButNoButYes.com for showing me the light. Head on over there for a clip of the conspiracy.
On a much lighter note...
I signed up for me classes. 12 hours is so so nice. It's my last semester, I deserve a cakewalk... or just a cake... or both. :D
On a much more frustrated note...
I signed up for me dorm room. Private room of course; I certainly wasn't going to go through having to fight over the heater again in the middle of the burning, melting summer. Honestly, if it's 80 degrees outside, it doesn't need to be 85 degrees inside. I'm not looking forward to community bathrooms again. ::shudder shudder shudder::
On a much tastier note...
Cadbury Roses = gimme gimme!

Sunday, April 8, 2007

Introductions are in order

It's Easter, so here's an appropriate Easter picture.
Honestly, when I named this blog, I thought the title sounded funny as most people who know me would understand what it meant... but now that I look at it, it seems almost depressing.
But I assure you, this blog will be anything but depressing -- in fact it'll have a lot of ridiculous little pictures of cats with macroed text in it, a little insight into my life... and a list of things I've broken for that day (literally or figuratively).
I'm clumsy. I can't help it, I was born that way.