Category: Reporting to the Public


Why yes, it’s been a lil’ bit of time since I’ve written.  It’s nearing the end of the semester and I’ve been busy.  Having no computer at home in the Locust House (where I currently live) complicates things as well.  Also, I’ve been writing quite a lot more by hand.  So yes, it’s been awhile, I suppose.

At the moment I am at my mother and stepfather’s house (I will be referring to it as ”the Canterbury House“), getting ready for sleep.  This weekend I will be going on a few job interviews in town here and also I will be helping Craig clean out the spare bedroom here so I can move in over the holidays (leaving my lovely Denton behind).  Why yes, I decided to take my Mom’s offer and plans are now in motion to get a car mid-to-late January.  In the meantime I will be living here, at Canterbury House in Flo-Mo, saving up my money while benefitting from free wi-fi and minimal rent/bill costs.  But only for a few months.

Currently I am typing on an old Vaio my grandfather gave to my brother.  It is cranky and hellishly sluggish (and so, yeah, no gifs for this entry here), but I guess it’s better than nothing.  I suppose my brother and I will be sharing access to this old device over the holidays.  Additionally I have my iPod to play with, and books and language homework besides. Hell, maybe I’ll even get an invitation/ride to tomorrow night’s Kohl’s Fakkers Christmas party.  Who knows?

I have a few other things I intended to write about, but I don’t really feel like it at the moment.  Tomorrow, perhaps?  I have an interview at 9AM tomorrow (this, technically) morning and I probably should attempt SOME sleep first.  So, farewell and goodnight!

Today? I made pancakes.

It all started when I walked down to the soup kitchen and realized that it was closed on weekends. Which meant I would have to fend for myself today. So I went back home and scrounged through the pantry to see if I had anything to make a decent meal out of.

I found:
-half a small box of bisquick
-half a box of dry milk powder

At which point I had the brilliant notion that I could make something edible out of these things.

At first, I was determined to make some savory, tasty little biscuits. Unfortunately I couldn’t for the life of me find any sort of measuring device and so attempted to measure all the ingredients out by hand, which I consequently was a big doofus about.

A smart person would’ve started with the dry ingredients and slowly added the wet ingredients until the mixture had the right consistency, as in that of a soft sort of dough. Instead I went FUCK IT and threw water, dry milk, and bisquick together in one big plain cup until I thought I had the right porportion of each. Because I was still sleepy, dammit.

I never got the right consistency. xD I stirred and stirred the batter like an idiot for ten whole minutes before realizing it would never get past the consistency of pancakes.

Wait a second what the fuck PANCAKES! If only…

I looked in the fridge and I found… eggs! Holy crap where did these eggs come from?!

And in the pantry, once again? Half a can of bread crumbs! Fuck yeah I’m making pancakes.

But I couldn’t just make pancakes. Oh no. ‘Cause, you see, pancakes was one of the first things I ever learned how to make, along with toast, eggs, and spaghetti. I could almost make fucking pancakes in my sleep. So since just making pancakes is kind of boring and I also have the maturity of a nine year old, I had to play around with the pancakes today. I made big ones, small ones, oddly shaped ones, thick ones, thin ones… I even tried to make a crepe out of one but of course that didn’t work since the consistency of the batter WAS ALL FUCKING WRONG, but I tried anyway.

I also eat as I cook. Yeah, I’m one of those kinds of cooks. I do such a thing for two reasons:
1.) I can’t help myself (especially when it comes to delicious, hot, nummy pancakes).
2.) Like any good cook would tell you, ya gotta test the product as you go along in order to know that you’re on the right track. That’s why you’re not supposed to trust a skinny cook (in theory).

So I gorged while I cooked and actually devoured about a third of the pancakes before I had actually finished making the pancakes. Then I finished off another sixth after cleaning up the kitchen and felt horribly bloated with half a batch of pancakes left over. Which is awesome! I now have something to eat tomorrow, too. :D

Hi! I really don’t have much to say…

I am actually blogging for the sake of blogging, you know, rambling for the sake of rambling. I actually posted the above video just to distract you from that fact. (Actually, it’s a pretty damn spiffy video, but still…)

See, this month is Nanowrimo, and I am really in absolutely no place to participate in Nanowrimo.

And so I thought, “hey! Instead, I’ll just try to post one blog entry for every day this month. That way, at least I’m writing something!”

But even that partially (partially!) backfired. Alas, here I am to distract you. Pay no attention to the fake plastic thumb of my left hand or my randomly shaped paragraphs with questionable sentence structures; just watch me make this fluffy lil’ scarf disappear, eh?

Actually, maybe forcing myself to blog like this is a good idea. See, I usually only attempt to blog when I feel I have a shit ton to blog about, and when that happens I never really get a chance to say all I actually initially wanted to say (and it’s all horribly disorganized as well… you know, my blog thoughts). I pretty much always lose steam midway through. So this way I get all the stupid, menial, minor shit out of the way so when I have something of worth to actually blog about, it won’t be diluted by so much tiresome thought!crap.

Yeah. That’s a good idea!

So. What should I say?

(Except that, quite possibly, I am also writing and rambling and shuffling my feet online here simply because I miss you, because I want to talk to you, but I haven’t been able to do such a thing and so here is an open letter on the web, from me to you. Cheesy cheesy cheesy cheeeeeeeese, fluffy rumble cuddle, dammit! >.<)

So, ahem, I definitely had one of those “hey, you! With the FACE!” moments today.

See, I royally suck at remembering names, even though I often remember faces, voices, nervous ticks, other quirks, etc.. Other people always seem to remember me more than I do them, which makes me feel like a total self-asorbed douche. Really, I don’t know why I’m so rememberable to some people… I shouldn’t be. I may be a total goof but I can also be quite quiet and shy. :/

Wuh-hell I was leaving the Student Union building today when I heard someone call my name.

I turned around to face this girl whose name I couldn’t for the life of me think of. Not only that, but even her face only looked familiar in the vaguest possible sense, like I saw her in the background crowd in some dream I had ten years ago or something obscure like that. Awwww shit.

Cue awkward (but friendly) conversation.

I soon discovered that she was someone I had apparently talked to at some housewarming party apparently over a year and a half ago, and this party apparently involved at least one of my friends because this new and strange person mentioned a name: Lyndsay, a friend of mine who used to attend school at UNT. Then, mystery girl mentioned the name of another one of my friends from UNT: April. Ah, oh, so… okay…

After a few minutes, I kind of had an idea of who this strange mystery girl knew that I knew and how she might possibly know me and yet I still didn’t know her name (and I didn’t have the guts to ask) and I still couldn’t really, honestly recall the, uh, housewarming party she had mentioned.

Additionally, this mystery girl was familiar enough with me to invite me to Lyndsay’s graduation in a little over a month, as well as allow me to stay the night while sleeping on her and Lyndsay’s… couch? Oh wait, they’re housemates?!

…And cue douchey feeling.

So THAT happened…


Ahem. So I’m currently reading The Woman in White. And you know what? I think Sarah Waters once read The Woman in White, too. Just saying.

Is there ANYONE else out there in the universe who understands what I’m implying here, what I’m talking about? ANYONE?!


Oh, by the way: I am still poor, BUT I got an callback at a local organic / whole foods grocery store, as well as an interview at the nearest temp agency. Both are only a five minute walk away from my house!

I just recently finished the first season of Legend on the Seeker on Hulu. I don’t think I have a way of watching the second season right now so I am actually suffering from some stupid sense of anxiety, helplessness, and loss. This is actually part of the reason the internet’s boring me right now. :(

Also? I’ve been eating more, thanks to the soup kitchen. I am going to be getting my teeth in 8 days! And if I can somehow borrow money for a ticket or something, there’s also Harry Potter!

I’ll be moving soon, too! Good times! Good times!


Here’s another video!

I went to my friend April’s birthday party last night.  It was a weird night.

I had lots and lots of booze but never really felt drunk, in spite of the fact that I’ve severely restricted my own usual drinking habits since about a week after Beach Trip (mostly because I refuse to spend what little money I have on something that’s not of immeadiate nutritional value) and should therefore be much more of a lightweight.  It might’ve been the combination of all that booze with lots and lots of sugar and other foods (FREE FOOD!), or maybe it was perhaps my pacing of such stuffs consumption, or the fact that I intentionally avoided everything beer.  I drank a lot overall but only had, maybe (rough estimate *wince*) about 1-3 shots/drinks  (a combo of tequila, rum, and wine) an hour.  I don’t know. 

I was giddy, yes, I found things hellishly funny, yes, I was more outgoing than what’s usual, yes, but I never lost any sense balance, my awareness of my surroundings, or my ability to make rational choices and NOT be a total douche.  It was a good kind of drinking, I guess… if there even IS such a thing.I had a good time.  :)

I mingled with all sorts of different people, even when the party split into two groups for a time… the way it always seems to do at April’s parties.  See, half of April’s friends are, like, fellows from the Denton queer community, and the other half’s a bunch of grad-plus students and English majors from the college.  So usually the party either splits into queer and not queer factions (most common), girl and guy factions, or (far more rarely) college-y and not college-y  factions. 

But I’m odd: I like all the factions.  I can be one of the queers, one of the litgeeks, one of the party crazies, OR even one of the guys when I want to (although at moments it was like “we’re doing guy things and why the frickin’ frack is there a girl in our midst?!”). 

And it tickles me to mingle in all of the areas/groups the way few of the others seem to do.  I like to fuck shit up, when it comes to social dynamics, at least when I’m in the mooooood (ahem, when I’ve had tequila).  I’m always socially awkward anyway, so it hardly matters to me (especially after tequila) except when I’m in my dark place (it’s genetic, sue me).
 

I had many one-on-one conversations, too, and each conversation was awesome in its own way…

I had a rambling and joking conversation with a girl named Erica that ended with us challenging each other to a future tequila drinking contest.  We then joked about how we should train for it the way our triathlon friends trained for the last triathlon.  Then we did mock lunges while pretending to drink lots of booze, and Jess came out of nowhere to take pictures of this.  xD  Hilarity.

I also had a lengthy conversation with one of the dudes about wine.  We wino-geeked for a good thirty mintues!

I then cuddled with an awesome mutt dog named Banjo.  He proved to everyone just how freakishly well trained he is (knows how to sit, lay down, come when whistled/called, etc.), and this even surprised his owner!

At some point, I bumped into Tess.  It was a surprise to me and I think to some of the others as well.  I remembered that Alexis, Tess and I seemed pretty close for a month or two about two years ago, but I really haven’t spent any time with Tess since.  I also forgot that I’ve never really known quite how to approach or regard her as well.   Not that I feel any ill will towards her, in fact I sometimes get the impression that we could be really close but… I don’t know.  Eventually we drank blackberry wine and somehow got onto the subject of astrology, at which point we totally went off the deep end!  We got carried away with this crazy deep conversation and with the sharing of teh feelings…

And she’s all like, “man, we need to talk like this more often!” 

And I’m like, “dude we totally had this exact same conversation two whole years ago!”
 

I forgot how intense Tess is and how conversations with her just seem to… I don’t know… seem to suck a person in like that.  But then she started shivering (we were in the backyard with a bunch of others) and she said she was going to grab her jacket.  She never came back out.  In fact, she left just as abruptly as she came.
 

I got carried away in other conversations and completely didn’t notice until some time later, but yeah.  I don’t even know.  xD 

 Just gotta take it in stride, I guess.

And then before Alexis and her new girl left, her new girl (Rachel) told me that I totally look like Gabrielle AND I think both her and Alexis told me I was a “cute rabbit.”  I don’t know why but that totally amused me.  xD

I also had several one-on-one conversations with Allison, April’s girlfriend.  We geeked out on some of the most random things imaginable, subjects I thought I was the ONLY one in the DFW area to even care about!  Examples include: Legend of the Seeker and the Kay Scarpetta series.  It was awesome and very encouraging conversation.

 
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The last conversation I had with another person, one-on-one, was with one of the lit majors about the Korean War and veterans.  Random?  I know.

And then some philosophy majors and some marxists gathered around the campfire in the backyard in order to intellectually debate the inherent worth of marxism in the modern age.  It was perhaps one of most civil political debates I’ve heard in quite some time.  And even though the arguments sometimes degraded into the realm of circular reasoning, it was still very refreshing to listen to.  (Aaaaaaah college students.  xD)

Meanwhile, I was staring intently at the fire.  I was doing this because the positioning of the logs from where I was sitting totally looked like the Japanese symbol for fire.  This somehow blew my mind for a good ten minutes until some guy attempted to stoke the fire and fucked the whole thing up.  xD

Other topics of conversation for the night: comic con, douchey lit critics, queer films, poetry, and binders.

It was a weird night, but a good night.

And then someone dropped me off at home.  It was nearly 5am.  I slept like a corpse for almost 12 hours. 

 xD   The end.

 

(And I apologize if this is as grammatically incorrect as hell.  I’m kind of loopy at the moment and I don’t know why.  xD)

Nothing much to report on.

This semester hasn’t been going as smoothly as I would’ve hoped.  It’s been a bumbling kind of wtf season in general, so I’m kind of strongly looking forward to moving on into the next season, next semester, next house/apartment, and so on. 

Actually, more than anything else right now? I am looking forward to finding a better job than Jack ‘n’ the Box and finally living on my own WITHOUT unreliable housemates.  My desires for such things are becoming so incredibly intense that they are even starting to outweigh other, grander and sparklier and loftier goals in my life… like, you know, graduating.   Silly? I know, but lately I’ve been realizing that one must start by desiring and acquiring the so-called basics before taking on the all more complicated things, like conspiracy theories.  Or making crepes. Or dating.

Otherwise, life just feels like:

Only (if it’s at all possible) much less fun.

And it’s not like someone’s going to pop into my life out of nowhere to give me a hug or anything. 

I’ve already used up my whole stash of hug coupons anyway by, you know, being a sorry little ass.   So I just need to stop being so pathetic and start being awesome on my own first… instead…

Yes, I’m using animated gifs.  I’ve been so fucked up lately that even the English language fails me half the time.  I no longer feel confident in my abilities to accurately express myself solely through the wonder that is the written word.  And gifs make me happy.  They’re my new expression crack, like art and poetry used to be for me ages ago.
Here’s some more tidbits of actual blogging and communication!

I am getting thoroughly lost in Supernatural fandom again.  I mean, I still love all the other things I love, but Supernatural is kind of my number one form of TV crack for the moment and I don’t know why.  Just, Supernatural ate my brain…


I don’t even know

I also keep noticing women, more than I want to.  And some of them are noticing me, or something!  And I’m not really feeling up to all these potential shenanigans because I’m not really in the right place for any sort of relationship and it all confuses me so. 

Like, I’m trying to ignore it all, but they’re all like…

And I’m like…

But they’re EVERYWHERE, and they make me feel so shallow!  >.<  As if I am worse at such a thing than most of you are with… whoever/whatever you happen to be into, I guess.

It’s annoying.  =/

Meanwhile, I’m looking forward to the 19th for two awesome reasons:  I’ll be getting my teeth and I’ll be seeing a movie. <3

I guess I had a lot more to say than I thought.  =o

Until next time!

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