I smell like soy sauce. And there is a very simple explanation.
Imagine this: soy sauce all over the kitchen splattered over me and some on my roomie's sock. What could possible create this situation, you might ask. If you aren't asking, I will ask for you:
"What could possibly create this situation, Brittany?"
Well, Brittany, I happen to know the answer to that excellent question.
I was reaching for the Fritos in my cupboard. My Fritos snagged on my soy sauce bottle (do not ask me how. as far as my eye could tell, the soy sauce was tucked safely to the side and out of the way of the fritos, but apparently, i was horriffically incorrect), and I, being the complete uncoordinated loser that I am, could not catch the soy sauce in time. In fact, I think I actually pushed it to the floor even faster than gravity was originally pulling it.
So bang, crack, splat. And now our apartment stinks so bad. It took forever to clean up, and now i have to wash my pants again that i worked so hard to keep clean all day (because for some reason, i get EVERY single thing on my pants that i can get). And i did so well and today was going just great, and then i do THAT.
bless amanda's heart. she told me i'm not an idiot and hugged me, but the apartment still smells like soy sauce covered pizza and mac and cheese.
the good news is that soy sauce isn't too bad of a stainer. it dissolves extremely well in steaming hot water. so i am thankful for that little fact.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Yes, Yes That DID Just Happen
So I'm thinking it was two days ago when this happened...
Work hasn't happened this week. Been trying to ignore the sadness of that fact while looking for other jobs online. I know that my workload will increase in the Spring so much that I could work overtime if the school would allow me to work more than 40 hours a week...but right now work is slow, and I can't do one of my jobs over the Winter Break...it's just a bit frustrating. But I'm not quitting. These jobs are great resume builders, and I'd like to stay with the same job for a real year instead of just a school year or a tax season.
So, aI've been bored with more time on my hands than I'd like to admit (my roomies probably think I'm the laziest kid ever), and I haven't even been blogging. No excuse for that. But two days ago, I saw the nintendo in the living room, and it called to me. I just could not ignore it. It was taunting me, saying that no matter how hard I tried, I would never beat Larry Koopa's castle. (Larry? I hope that's right. It better be after attempting it at least 100 times, no joke.)
So I turned on the Nintendo. I said that I would at least try 5 times. On my 4th try, I got to the soup doors and I jumped Larry Koopa into his deadly lava. I do not know why Larry Koopa hangs around in such hazardous conditions--if I were a big bad boss and I knew Mario was on the way, I would try to find somewhere comfortable for me and let several booby traps take care of the Up-To-Good Hero. Regardless Larry's leisurely location within his scary and horrid castle, I dodged and jumped and waited and panicked at just the right moments and I beat the level.
Congratulate me. It only took two weeks. I thought I would never happen. That's what I get for thinking.
Work hasn't happened this week. Been trying to ignore the sadness of that fact while looking for other jobs online. I know that my workload will increase in the Spring so much that I could work overtime if the school would allow me to work more than 40 hours a week...but right now work is slow, and I can't do one of my jobs over the Winter Break...it's just a bit frustrating. But I'm not quitting. These jobs are great resume builders, and I'd like to stay with the same job for a real year instead of just a school year or a tax season.
So, aI've been bored with more time on my hands than I'd like to admit (my roomies probably think I'm the laziest kid ever), and I haven't even been blogging. No excuse for that. But two days ago, I saw the nintendo in the living room, and it called to me. I just could not ignore it. It was taunting me, saying that no matter how hard I tried, I would never beat Larry Koopa's castle. (Larry? I hope that's right. It better be after attempting it at least 100 times, no joke.)
So I turned on the Nintendo. I said that I would at least try 5 times. On my 4th try, I got to the soup doors and I jumped Larry Koopa into his deadly lava. I do not know why Larry Koopa hangs around in such hazardous conditions--if I were a big bad boss and I knew Mario was on the way, I would try to find somewhere comfortable for me and let several booby traps take care of the Up-To-Good Hero. Regardless Larry's leisurely location within his scary and horrid castle, I dodged and jumped and waited and panicked at just the right moments and I beat the level.
Congratulate me. It only took two weeks. I thought I would never happen. That's what I get for thinking.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Megan's Mischief
Does the word mischief look weird to anyone? I think it is a strange looking word. Also, it comes in two parts: mis and chief. is this a misspelling of Miss Chief? or is it a chief gone amok? What's wrong with this chief? apparently it is not a big concern, because they didn't strip her/him of the title of "chief," they just said that s/he is a problemed chief, a mis-chief. I'm not sure I trust that word.
Oh! that's why they spell it that way! you don't trust mis-chiefs or what they do, but you aren't going to do anything about that lack of trust, so when someone is up to no good but you aren't sure what their angle is so you can't stop them, you can use the word mischief to describe what they are doing!
Thanks for helping me figure that out, guys. I really appreciate that.
Also, Megan is committing mischief because she left me 3 comments on different posts telling me that i should blog because it has been a week since my last post. This causes me concern. Why does she need me to blog? what is she getting out of this? and why is she so anxious for me to blog that she says the exact same thing 3 times?
I'm not sure what her angle is, but I cannot do anything about it. Except not blog. Hmmm....oh well, I'm clicking PUBLISH POST. (i'm not yelling that. the publish post button is in all caps, so i quoted the capitalization in my reference to the exact button i was clicking.) (also, parentheses are cool, because it is kind of like you are hearing the whispers and asides that take place in my head.) (man, these are cool.)
Oh! that's why they spell it that way! you don't trust mis-chiefs or what they do, but you aren't going to do anything about that lack of trust, so when someone is up to no good but you aren't sure what their angle is so you can't stop them, you can use the word mischief to describe what they are doing!
Thanks for helping me figure that out, guys. I really appreciate that.
Also, Megan is committing mischief because she left me 3 comments on different posts telling me that i should blog because it has been a week since my last post. This causes me concern. Why does she need me to blog? what is she getting out of this? and why is she so anxious for me to blog that she says the exact same thing 3 times?
I'm not sure what her angle is, but I cannot do anything about it. Except not blog. Hmmm....oh well, I'm clicking PUBLISH POST. (i'm not yelling that. the publish post button is in all caps, so i quoted the capitalization in my reference to the exact button i was clicking.) (also, parentheses are cool, because it is kind of like you are hearing the whispers and asides that take place in my head.) (man, these are cool.)
Monday, November 9, 2009
Nerd! Geek! Kid!
I have something to confess.
I am such a nerd. I am a geek. I am a kid.
There. Now that everyone can accept this, I would like to confess how I am each of these things.
I looked up Harry Potter stuff for 5 hours this weekend. 2 of those hours were spent watching videos, looking at pictures, and reading news about the Harry Potter theme park coming to Universal Studios Florida supposedly this Spring (I don't think they will be open by them, especially not according to the photos that were taken last week of their current stage of development). I cannot tell you how much I am looking forward to going to Ollivander's and having a wand pick me. I cannot tell you how excited I am to have Ravenclaw Quidditch Robes and School Robes. I cannot tell you how much I want to see the owlery and have wizarding currency and have chocolate frogs with collectible cards of famous wizards/witches in the shapes of pentagons. All of my white blood cells are buzzing from the thrill of the idea, and all of my red blood cells are soaking up magic so I won't be a muggle when I make my appearance at Hogwarts.
That makes me a nerd.
I also love Star Gate (SG-1!). Last night, I woke up at LEAST a dozen times (don't ask why, I don't know), and each time I went back to sleep, I would have an entirely new dream about Star Gate. I had so many dreams about SG-1 that I didn't mind waking up at 7:00. I was just so happy. That NEVER happens when I wake up. Well, okay, it rarely happens. But really, I was happy in the morning from the moment I opened my big blue eyeballs. It was awesome!
That makes me a geek.
I played Super Mario World with Megan and we beat the entire game in probably 10 hours collectively. Actually, she beat it. I just attempted and beat maybe 10 levels out of the entire game, and that's being generous to my skill level. But 3 or 4 of those hours were spent on the same castle. The one BEFORE Bowser's castle. That was the stupidest level in the entire world of any Mario game ever invented. I hate that level. I did such a happy moment with squeals and hugs all around when Megan finally beat that level. I was getting sick of it. Amanda even helped us toward the end of our endeavor and it still took forever. But it was fun, and I love games.
That makes me a nerd and a geek.
And I always want to go to the park or play catch with a football, and now I want to play ninja or volleyball games a lot, too. I figure that makes me a kid.
The End
I am such a nerd. I am a geek. I am a kid.
There. Now that everyone can accept this, I would like to confess how I am each of these things.
I looked up Harry Potter stuff for 5 hours this weekend. 2 of those hours were spent watching videos, looking at pictures, and reading news about the Harry Potter theme park coming to Universal Studios Florida supposedly this Spring (I don't think they will be open by them, especially not according to the photos that were taken last week of their current stage of development). I cannot tell you how much I am looking forward to going to Ollivander's and having a wand pick me. I cannot tell you how excited I am to have Ravenclaw Quidditch Robes and School Robes. I cannot tell you how much I want to see the owlery and have wizarding currency and have chocolate frogs with collectible cards of famous wizards/witches in the shapes of pentagons. All of my white blood cells are buzzing from the thrill of the idea, and all of my red blood cells are soaking up magic so I won't be a muggle when I make my appearance at Hogwarts.
That makes me a nerd.
I also love Star Gate (SG-1!). Last night, I woke up at LEAST a dozen times (don't ask why, I don't know), and each time I went back to sleep, I would have an entirely new dream about Star Gate. I had so many dreams about SG-1 that I didn't mind waking up at 7:00. I was just so happy. That NEVER happens when I wake up. Well, okay, it rarely happens. But really, I was happy in the morning from the moment I opened my big blue eyeballs. It was awesome!
That makes me a geek.
I played Super Mario World with Megan and we beat the entire game in probably 10 hours collectively. Actually, she beat it. I just attempted and beat maybe 10 levels out of the entire game, and that's being generous to my skill level. But 3 or 4 of those hours were spent on the same castle. The one BEFORE Bowser's castle. That was the stupidest level in the entire world of any Mario game ever invented. I hate that level. I did such a happy moment with squeals and hugs all around when Megan finally beat that level. I was getting sick of it. Amanda even helped us toward the end of our endeavor and it still took forever. But it was fun, and I love games.
That makes me a nerd and a geek.
And I always want to go to the park or play catch with a football, and now I want to play ninja or volleyball games a lot, too. I figure that makes me a kid.
The End
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