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I had my first culinary final today. 
That has to be probably the most boring beginning to any livejournal post ever.

However, I must say I was extremely nervous. Nervous to the point where I actually thought maybe it would be best to just stay home and not go. Ever. We had three items we were suppose to make, and we weren't told what items they'd be until we got to class.

So we're all getting to work, and it's quiet, and no one is talking, and it's........ bizness tyme. Not to be confused with business time.
Which I love, but that's old news, and let's not get too sidetracked.

So I'm mixin' the dough, mixin' the dough in complete silence. The Chef has stepped out of the classroom, and all of a sudden all of my nerves are completely calmed. Partially because I feel good about things, but also because out of nowhere, a boy in my class starts to sing "A Whole New World" - A Disney classic from Aladdin, as you all know. Not only was it funny just because, but it made me think of this boy in the video, and I wondered if my classmate could secretly do the same thing. (Watch the whole thing)



After he finished the song, everyone felt so much better, and thought it would be something else if everyone joined in and sang and danced in unison for when the chef returned. Seems like that's a Disney Movie in itself.
EDIT: And this one too!
EDIT EDIT 2 : AH! AND THIS ONE!


On that note, I think that's the most random livejournal post ever

(Edit 3: On that note, this Nick Pitera guy deserves a whole livejournal post just on him.)

You know what? I had a really good day today.
Right when you're starting to feel out of it with feeling like everyone is moving away, and having the ideas of wanting to do the same, yet feeling trapped with school issues and the "what are you doing with your life" questions, is when you call up a friend and get a cup-a-joe. I mean, it's basically fall now.

Today that friend happened to be Eric Nicole Louise Moonbear. We drank good coffee, said farewells to Michelle over a shoarma, had good conversations, and even met the mysterious celebrity-like girl who i always see flying around town with high heels on while riding on her hip moped. I'm sure you know her.

It's crazy how refreshing a cup of coffee can be at times. Especially when it's in a new setting.

We bought new art, talked to nice local artist people, and felt artistically motivated. We also purchased a new antique blue couch. Come sit on it. It's pretty. On top of that, we finally found a new roommate. Her name is Kim, which I like to believe is short for Kimmy Gibler.

This place ain't so bad after all. In fact, it's very nice. I feel like everyone had a good day today. Yeah? I like to believe it's because today is Ashley's birthday.

p.s. are any of you going to 80s night? I know perhaps it's been played out for a while, but it seems like an appropriate time to go. eh?

My Grandma turned 91. It seems like only yesterday I was making a post about her turning 90, and me being her favorite granddaughter yatayatayata. Which is all still true of course.

( 91 bottles of beer on the wall )

Last night before we ventured out to various locations, I decided to take a quick nap. When I woke up, I was slightly loopy, as the main thing on my mind was how cozy my bed just was. It was shortly after this when we were locking the door, and I managed to fall down most of our front doorsteps. I even rolled down a few of them. Like, you know, somersaults. It's not that I tripped. I didn't miss a step. I didn't roll my ankle. I didn't step on an untied shoelace. I just fell. I sat there for a few seconds while I thought "wow. hm. That hurt." My glorious friends handed me my shoes, because yes, both of them fell off. They patted my head a couple of times, as I stood up, brushed my pants off, and carried on. My legs felt all nimbly bimbly, and tingly, and cut, yet it didn't occur to me until we got out of the car that perhaps I should check my legs for blood. I carried on most of the night with small amounts of blood on my legs. Some might like to call that disgusting, and childish for not cleaning it up, but I really enjoyed the idea of being able to flash my bloody legs at any time during the night in hopes that some would think I just got in a rumble with someone outside. I mean, tough people usually just have blood on their legs, right? Today my legs feel cut and bruised like a child who fell down during recess. Yet they also feel old and sore like that of an old woman who is slightly crippled. They're totally fine, they just hurt when things like air, or water, or things touch them. Or if I move them a little to the left or right. Or even up and down a little.

The real point behind this story is that I'm finally able to sport these really cool monkey band-aids that I've had sitting around waiting for some skimmed knees. Finally, I'm putting them to good use, and they look really great!

Since we moved in, (back in May) we've had an entire room dedicated to where we throw random shit that we aren't sure what to do with. Until now, we've always kept the door closed, and told people that its a door that leads to nothing.

But now...It's what some like to call rather, to quite clean. Of course it still has random items such as mattresses that are being hidden with shower curtains, but we are hoping it will be mistaken for a large comfy pillow.

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( Come on in )

My sister bought me a peace dove necklace last christmas. It's my favorite gift I've received because it has a lot of meaning behind it.

However, I never get to wear it because it's always broken. The chain has broken three times, to the point where it is now in several different 1 inch pieces.

So I finally decided to just buy a new chain, and start new. I spent a good amount of time trying to find a chain that looked just like the one I had, and when I finally found it, I got it home, and realized the peace dove charm doesn't fit.

I think it's all a sign.
I think it's also a sign that I need to just get it tattooed to my damn arm. It can't break then. Unless I break my arm. Which would most likely happen.

I take back everything I said about Winter.
I hate winter.
It's not even really winter right now, but I hate how dark it is! I cannot tell you how lazy this makes me. Take today for example:
Today I got home from work and said to myself:"hey self. Sup. You should really take a nap."
My body said "hey, I'm really not tired though.."
And I said: "Well do it anyway!"

SO I DID. I forced myself to sleep and waste the small amount of time during the day where there is light, and now that it is dark I assume there is nothing to do except go to bed.

I can't do anything without the light of day. It's like vitamins for my body, and without it, my body is a stubborn little bitch that doesn't want to do anything. My room is a disaster, but because it's past 5 pm, there is nothing I can do about it! I say "get up and clean" and when I stand up, my legs are all "no, sit down!" I'm completely serious when I say it's completely out of my control. It wasn't my idea to make the sun go down so damn early.

And yes, I've been in my pajamas since I got home from work. At noon.
I've been listening to the same two Will Smith songs [it keeps the robbers out, and makes the neighbors happy] only because the cd keeps skipping back and forth, but to fix this, I'd have to walk all the way to the bathroom, which is like, 5 steps away, and 5 steps is just too far out of my reach.

Also, there is a ginormous hand print on my wall. Perhaps left by a burglar. Perhaps left by a bear. Not real sure.

So my point is, come over. The door is always open. Actually, it never is, but if I can pain myself to walk all the way to the door to unlock it, you are more than welcome to come in. We'll have wine. And Bread. Only because those are the only two items of food/drink that I currently have.

Ok goodnight. Seriously, goodnight. I'm going to bed. Right now. (I joke, I joke, I keed, I keed!)