Potato Shame

So random fact that I would like to remind everyone of: I have a texture issue.  That means that there is a range of textures that I can't stand, as in they make me sick and gaggish.

Let me list some foods in this texture category that I have become fond of over time:

1. Jello, but it can't have whipped cream in it
2. Shakes, but they have to be super thick
3. Ice cream, before it gets too soft

Here are foods that I won't do unless refusing it would be considered impolite:

1. Pudding
2. Yogurt
3. Cheesecake
4. Applesauce
5. Pie
6. Whipped cream
7. Most frostings
8. Twinkies or anything that has that creme filling (ding dongs, cream puffs, filled donuts, etc.)
9. Yams
10. Cranberry sauce
11. Potatoes, sweet or regular, mashed or whole

Weird? Yes. And I realize that I am missing out on plenty of stuff.  Try growing up with two sisters enjoying ding dongs and you don't get a treat like that because you just can't do the filling inside.  This is why all the rest of the food in the house disappeared so quickly.

But weirder--tonight I craved potatoes.  I mean total craving--I would've shoveled mashed potatoes down my guzzle if I had any, which I don't, because that's just not something I keep in my pantry.  I hate them.  I cannot believe my sudden craving, because in pure honesty, I still don't think I would like the texture even though I want to eat them.

I had fries instead.  Because fries are potatoes, but they are crispy.  At least the fries I make are crisp.

Wiggle

Today, my hip hop class is on my mind.  I absolutely love hip hop, even though I'm not that great at it (and all of you people who constantly try to convince me that I am good, pay attention to what I say next).  I'm taking hip hop so that I can learn how to actually dance hip hop ish instead of the wiggle style that I have right now.  Because that's how I dance.  I wiggle.  Ha ha.

But this term, we are starting with a dance I already know, so it's easier for me to remember than some people in the class.  That doesn't mean I'm good though.  Someone complimented me, and now I'm even more afraid of looking like a fool because I know that they'll be watching me expecting me to be cool when we start learning a dance we don't know, and then they'll finally believe me that I cannot dance that easily.

But I can out wiggle them any day.  Lol

The Un-ifier

I decided that if I were a superhero, I would actually be a supervillian, and people would call me

The Dreadful Un-ifier

As in I take things and "un" them.  For example, my latest devious act was to un-healthify crepes.

Paula Dean's original simple recipe:
2 eggs
1.5-2 cups milk
1 Tablespoon melted butter
touch of vanilla
pinch of salt
1 cup flour

My Un-ified Recipe:
Paula Dean's Recipe Plus
another 1-2 Tbs butter
another touch of vanilla
enough cinnamon to care about it
lots of sugar (as in 1/2 cup to a cup)
then spread in nutella
then dip in cinnamon sugar or powdered sugar

See?  I'm evil.  Mua ha ha ha ha!

Another Holiday Is Coming!

Anyone who takes the time to REALLY get to know me will quickly discover that I love holidays, if only for the opportunity for crafts.

And when I say crafts, I mean make your own present.  Most of the time.

Valentine's is perfect, because you can make cards, put candy in cute arrangements, use hearts and cute stuff...not that I'm super into cute stuff, but it's fun to use every now and again.

But holidays allow me to be creative and to use paper.

I made my first valentine for a friend today, because I'll see her tonight and I have no idea when I'm going to see her again, and it was so much fun!  I want one.  LOL.

I'll post pictures after I give them to the rest of my friends.  I can't ruin the surprise! I just want to say that I love making things with my own hands.  It feels good.

Magical Binder

So two of my classes don't require textbooks.  Sounds awesome, right?

WRONG.

You'd think you'd save money not buying a textbook, right?

WRONG.

In fact, it's not awesome, and it doesn't save money.  No textbook means print a bunch of gazillion-paged articles, so many that you fill a 1"binder, just for the first 3 weeks' readings.

Um...yeah, I'm gonna need a bigger binder, but I hate big binders.  To much space and too heavy.  So, my only alternative is to find a magical binder, one that always has room and doesn't gain weight.  The problem is, if I find one, it would probably never work in my muggle hands.

I think a 4" binder will do the trick.  For one class.  Man...

Integrated Skills

I bet you will predict the ending of this story.

Yesterday, I had no idea where my statistics recitation was, so as soon as I finished my first class of the day, I found a computer and looked up the room.

LIB 421.

Great.  That's on the other side of campus.  I have...5 minutes to make it there...and to the top floor.  Okay, go!

So I get there a few minutes late.  I try to stay quiet as I rush because it is in the library.  I rush past a few students studying in a lobby of couches, some of which pause in their studies long enough to shoot me daggers because how dare I make a noise, even if it is just my backpack and my shoes?  I sheepishly head into my class and luckily there is a seat pretty close to the door.  I plop down and look at the instructor, who is grabbing something out of the bag on her desk.

The whiteboard says "integrated skills" and I get confused.

Integrated skills of statistics?  Um...this is the right room...I look around at the other students.  They are all clearly foreign.  Realization finally sinks in at the professors next words:

"Today we're going to use these--does anyone know what these are?"

She's holding up a large box of crayons.  And no one knows what they are.  So she tells them.  And I leave.

The students I passed on my way into class are clearly exhausted by my mere presence, so I go to couches on the 3rd floor.  Walking away, I hear the professor of Integrated Skills say "is anyone here from Lithuania?" (or some country like that).

I find another computer and discover that it was the right room, just the wrong time.  I was an hour early.

I then can only do one thing: wonder if I could've gotten away with staying in there and playing with crayons.  I could've just played clueless to what the lady was saying and act as if I was learning English or super shy in this "new" country.  Ha ha.  I am pretty white though....oh well.  I try it next time it happens.

Ha ha.  I ran away from crayons.

Moms Don't Make Messes

Simple statements today:

I used to hate st. patrick's day because I despise that he killed so many people in the name of religion. I never found it a reason to celebrate.

Last year, I found out that my best friend's birthday is on that holiday, so now I don't hate the day, just the man and what other people celebrate.

Today, even though st patrick's is far off, I am reminded of the holiday because of my mother's post on her blog.  She said st patricks isn't a necessarily good day for her, but she was reading through her journal and found this entry on that day so long ago when I was 4.5 years old:

17 March 1994

Brittany was watching tv. There's a scene with a mother and daughter. The daughter leaves, mom tosses some papers. Britt laughs. I asked her what was funny. She said it was funny cause moms don't make messes.

Ha ha.  Just thought I'd share that.  Especially because she hasn't had the cleanest life.  I still hold true to that statement.  Because look at me.  I've had my fair share of messes, but I like to think those are just circumstances that I happened to be involved in.  I like to think that I am not a mess, and I do my best to clean up if I feel messy in the least bit.  Because my mom made me.

And moms don't make messes.

Wafer Cookies

First, Happy Birthday a few minutes ago to two of my awesome roomies.  I love you forever.

Second, you know those wafer cookies? They are rectangles and they have white-filling-paste-stuff in them, and they can be chocolate or fruity colors...

If those cookies could be painful, that is what my wrists feel like.  I feel like my wrists are going to break as easily as one of those cookie-cracker-wafers.

Today I punched the snow.  I would say I fell into it, but I just stuck out an arm and caught myself.  But it wasn't soft snow.  It was the brittle ice snow that seems wind beaten until it has lots of gravel in it.  It was cold and sharp, and I didn't appreciate that start to a day.

And then one of my roomies twisted her ankle, and I felt way bad because it's her birthday.  What a crappy thing to do, expecially when considering she was playing volleyball for the first time in a long time (her favorite sport, i'm pretty sure) and she just recovered from a different injury and was looking forward to being able to work out again.

So I stopped feeling bad for myself and my wrists.  Because at least my wrists don't stop me from climbing up to school or dancing.  I will stop typing now though.  It does hurt.  Hopefully the ibuprofen and ice pack will make tomorrow better, because my mood has got to be tip top for hip hop. I will enjoy that.

Scary Books

Okay, so Hunger Games is definitely still one of my favorites...

But the second book is even scarier than the first one.  Like I'm getting nightmares over here scary.

So if you trust my word on books, be aware of the horror factor before you pick up this 4-book series.  Oh man.

No Batteries, No Cords...Well What?

Luckily last night I checked my email before I went to bed, because one of the College of Engineering's Associate Deans wanted me to test a new wireless mic for work this morning.

So I go to bed around midnight.  Fall asleep around 2, I'm guessing.  Wake up at 6 because I feel sick, get ready at 7 and panic a little bit because I get nervous around new equipment, then I freeze my ears off walking up to campus (and almost dying on ice--please shovel your sidewalks if people frequent them).

I get there and much to my surprise, there isn't much testing to be done.  There were no batteries in or around this mic.  I connected the receiver to the camera, but a lot of good it did me.  I have no idea if it works.  So I said, "It looks easy enough to operate," because what else am I supposed to say?  "Call me when you get batteries, because I'm pretty sure you can't figure out how to put them in"?  I mean, I showed him how to hook it up.  What does he really want from me when he doesn't have batteries?

Then the Associate Dean asked me to show him how to download stuff from the camera, because he wants to use it sometime.  Unfortunately, even though he had the camera, he didn't have the cable to go with it.  I made several recommendations based on some equipment he currently had, but all in all, I felt completely useless.  I should've stayed in bed, even though I really couldn't fall back to sleep.  I hope all he really wanted was to learn how to turn the camera on and attach it to a tripod, because I feel like that's all I taught him how to do.

I think 5 bucks should cover my efforts.  Pywsch.

I just wish I knew how to turn headaches and shivers into a viable source of energy that could substitute for a battery.

Sabrina's Brows

One of my favorite movies is Sabrina with Audrey Hepburn in it.  I watch it so much that it skips in certain places.  I will need to replace it this year, I think.

In Sabrina, Audrey Hepburn has thick eyebrows.  They are shaped, yes, but they are thick.

And she isn't ugly!

Now I'm not saying that I think everyone should have thick eyebrows, but I would like to point out that there are some people who look better with some meat to their brow-line.  I know there's an epidemic of people tweezing their eyebrows to paper thinness.  I'm not a fan of penciling in your eyebrows.  If you want to have eyebrows, don't pluck so much.  Otherwise, you just might look creepy.

I'm not talking about anyone I know.  I just see people in random places with creepy eyebrows.