Going to bed at 9:30 pm + waking up early to sunshine/a 60 degree weather forecast+ blueberry muffins for breakfast = A GRETA DAY!
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May 4, 2011
A Greta Day!
Going to bed at 9:30 pm + waking up early to sunshine/a 60 degree weather forecast+ blueberry muffins for breakfast = A GRETA DAY!
November 27, 2010
I'm just SHO thankful!
A loud "UGH" found it's way out of my mouth when I noticed the christmas lights shining through my apartment window and a snowman wreath hanging on my door. Oh Mandy, you cynical, cynical human, you. "UGH??" Really? Why not "Yay, I didn't have to buy any decorations this year!" Guess living with strangers has altered my attitude about the whole thing. I usually enjoy decorating for Christmas and I usually love spending time with roommates during Christmas break! But, I'm starting to dread sharing the break with my roommates and I shouldn't- they're nice enough girls. This is bad. Very bad. Especially since break is what? 3 weeks long? Double UGH.
I want there to be a drug I can take that forces me to do my homework. HA. I can never get myself to do it until lastlastlastlast minute. Which is a huge problem because I have a 10 page paper due December 6 and I haven't even read the instructions for it. The instructions were given weeks ago! Actually.. more like MONTHS ago! Ugh. The closer the due date comes, the more stressed out I am, and the more incapable I am of starting my paper. What a nasty cycle!
In honor of Thanksgiving and the need to be more positive about life, here are a few things I'm thankful for:
Important list:
family
best friends
old roommates
freedom
religion
health
food
work
clothes
shelter
transportation
THE SUN
Unimportant list:
amazon
wit
justin bieber .. and all the other ridiculous under-aged, over-paid pop artists
these reviews on itunes about a kesha song:
dancing
animal crackers
horrible engagement pictures
horrible profile pictures
sleep
really tall trees
old people
summer, fall, WINTER
like a G6
this urban dictionary definition of slizzard:
swollen lymph nodes = NOT thyroid cancer
[^had a little scare over the break]
2 jobs
christmas break
not having to work the morning of black friday
junk food
free time
live music
blogs that list
good literature
the time and will to read good literature
good drivers
apple
art, specifically this:
by allison schulnik
letters
my giraffe shaped possessions
the farm
music that reminds me of my dad
being warm
2/$1 midnight milkyways at smith's
movies that aren't scary
conversations with elicia:
the ability to avoid twilight fever
cheese: the quality of being too obviously sentimental
microwaves
kind strangers
good hygiene
college
layers
breakfast
good looking people
I want there to be a drug I can take that forces me to do my homework. HA. I can never get myself to do it until lastlastlastlast minute. Which is a huge problem because I have a 10 page paper due December 6 and I haven't even read the instructions for it. The instructions were given weeks ago! Actually.. more like MONTHS ago! Ugh. The closer the due date comes, the more stressed out I am, and the more incapable I am of starting my paper. What a nasty cycle!
In honor of Thanksgiving and the need to be more positive about life, here are a few things I'm thankful for:
Important list:
family
best friends
old roommates
freedom
religion
health
food
work
clothes
shelter
transportation
THE SUN
Unimportant list:
amazon
wit
justin bieber .. and all the other ridiculous under-aged, over-paid pop artists
these reviews on itunes about a kesha song:
dancinganimal crackers
horrible engagement pictures
horrible profile pictures
sleep
really tall trees
old people
summer, fall, WINTER
like a G6
this urban dictionary definition of slizzard:
swollen lymph nodes = NOT thyroid cancer[^had a little scare over the break]
2 jobs
christmas break
not having to work the morning of black friday
junk food
free time
live music
blogs that list
good literature
the time and will to read good literature
good drivers
apple
art, specifically this:
by allison schulnikpianos, banjos, violins
my giraffe shaped possessions
the farm
music that reminds me of my dad
being warm
2/$1 midnight milkyways at smith's
movies that aren't scary
conversations with elicia:
the ability to avoid twilight fevercheese: the quality of being too obviously sentimental
microwaves
kind strangers
good hygiene
college
layers
breakfast
good looking people
.. I could go on forever, so I'm just going to end there because, well, remember that paper I'm supposed to write? I've got a lot more to do than just that.
November 9, 2010
The Type Of Thing I Should Keep To Myself
Often times, I feel the need to eat a second breakfast. Reason being that when I work early- I end up grabbing something quick and eating it in the car on the way there so after 2 - 4 hours has passed- I'm ready to go home and have a real breakfast- breakfast numero dos.
This morning I made German Pancakes. Which are SO good and SO easy:
Mix 3 Eggs, 1/2 cup milk, 1/2 cup flour, and 1/4 tsp salt. Place a wedge of butter in the pan, place pan in oven, once wedge is melted- pour mixture in pan. Cook at 400 F until the whole thing looks like a big hilly monster with nice golden-brown edges.
The recipe I use/posted is 1.5 person sized, it's usually doubled which turns out a lot hillier and cooler looking than mine.
For a few months/weeks recently [I don't know which- seemed like months] our dishwasher was broken. It made our dishes situation a little more crazy than normal, or that's what I thought. Unfortunately though, our dishwasher has been fixed for a week or so and the problem persists.
My roommates rarely keep up with their dishes! That's annoying because:
A) it forces me to continue hand-washing my dishes in order to save myself from becoming their slave and doing 30 of their dishes for every 2 of mine. [Plus, I figure if I do my own dishes 100% of the time, 100% separately from the other roommates- I can't be blamed as part of the problem when I'm caught complaining.]
B) because their dishes pile up in the sink, which creates a situation where there is no room to wash new dishes [which forces me to empty the left side onto the right side making their ridiculous lack of dish-washing even harder to ignore].
This morning I came home and the dishes were all done and kitchen cleaned. What a nice feeling. This made me determined to fix the problem. Easing into the subject I asked one of the sisters if she did the dishes. Nope, it wasn't her. I figured that was the case [I have a theory about who ends up doing the dishes], but I was using the situation to work my way into saying something like- "Ohhh, that was a huge mess. We all really need to be more helpful and take care of our own dishes."
Unfortunately, before I could say anything except "oh", she looked at me and said "the dishes are probably in the dishwasher." But with chilling attitude like you can't explain over blogger. [Maybe she's not a morning person, maybe listening to Death Cab's Plans album puts her in a bad mood, maybe she just doesn't like me. IDK.] Anyways, that caught me off guard A) because there was so much attitude and b) because it just didn't make sense. Besides the cupboard and the dishwasher, where would the dishes be? Maybe because they weren't in the sink [like they usually are] she thought maybe I didn't know where to find them? Or maybe she just figured that because the dishwasher was dirty that meant the dishes weren't done. HONEY, once the dishes actually make the dishwasher- they are basically done. Really.
After our short exchange of words she went into her bedroom. [Which is pretty normal behavior for our apartment- spending lots and lots of time in your room.] A few minutes later, she walked through the family room and out the front door muttering a cold, obligatory, last second "bye". In response I yelled "See ya!" and as the door shut I whispered "whore". Uh-oh. I couldn't help it! Ha. When someone has an uncalled for negative attitude it just rubs me the wrong way like nobody's business. [I blame the inappropriate name usage on previous roommates.]
I might be a horrible person forever, despite my efforts to do better. Today I'm not taking responsibility for it though because of the forced honesty experiment for my class.
This morning I made German Pancakes. Which are SO good and SO easy:
Mix 3 Eggs, 1/2 cup milk, 1/2 cup flour, and 1/4 tsp salt. Place a wedge of butter in the pan, place pan in oven, once wedge is melted- pour mixture in pan. Cook at 400 F until the whole thing looks like a big hilly monster with nice golden-brown edges.
The recipe I use/posted is 1.5 person sized, it's usually doubled which turns out a lot hillier and cooler looking than mine.
For a few months/weeks recently [I don't know which- seemed like months] our dishwasher was broken. It made our dishes situation a little more crazy than normal, or that's what I thought. Unfortunately though, our dishwasher has been fixed for a week or so and the problem persists.
My roommates rarely keep up with their dishes! That's annoying because:
A) it forces me to continue hand-washing my dishes in order to save myself from becoming their slave and doing 30 of their dishes for every 2 of mine. [Plus, I figure if I do my own dishes 100% of the time, 100% separately from the other roommates- I can't be blamed as part of the problem when I'm caught complaining.]
B) because their dishes pile up in the sink, which creates a situation where there is no room to wash new dishes [which forces me to empty the left side onto the right side making their ridiculous lack of dish-washing even harder to ignore].
This morning I came home and the dishes were all done and kitchen cleaned. What a nice feeling. This made me determined to fix the problem. Easing into the subject I asked one of the sisters if she did the dishes. Nope, it wasn't her. I figured that was the case [I have a theory about who ends up doing the dishes], but I was using the situation to work my way into saying something like- "Ohhh, that was a huge mess. We all really need to be more helpful and take care of our own dishes."
Unfortunately, before I could say anything except "oh", she looked at me and said "the dishes are probably in the dishwasher." But with chilling attitude like you can't explain over blogger. [Maybe she's not a morning person, maybe listening to Death Cab's Plans album puts her in a bad mood, maybe she just doesn't like me. IDK.] Anyways, that caught me off guard A) because there was so much attitude and b) because it just didn't make sense. Besides the cupboard and the dishwasher, where would the dishes be? Maybe because they weren't in the sink [like they usually are] she thought maybe I didn't know where to find them? Or maybe she just figured that because the dishwasher was dirty that meant the dishes weren't done. HONEY, once the dishes actually make the dishwasher- they are basically done. Really.
After our short exchange of words she went into her bedroom. [Which is pretty normal behavior for our apartment- spending lots and lots of time in your room.] A few minutes later, she walked through the family room and out the front door muttering a cold, obligatory, last second "bye". In response I yelled "See ya!" and as the door shut I whispered "whore". Uh-oh. I couldn't help it! Ha. When someone has an uncalled for negative attitude it just rubs me the wrong way like nobody's business. [I blame the inappropriate name usage on previous roommates.]
I might be a horrible person forever, despite my efforts to do better. Today I'm not taking responsibility for it though because of the forced honesty experiment for my class.
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